The Stepmom and the Gang Bang

Thank you to ngnx for making this a better story and a lot more fun to work on. He is an awesome editor.

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This is a stand-alone story. If you'd like more background on the characters and how their relationships developed, please have a look at The Strippers and the Stepson chapters 1 & 2.

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1. LITTLE BLUE PILLS

While juggling bags filled with lingerie and adult toys, Karen struggled to fit the house key into the jammed lock. Her stepson was a fantastic lover, but a terrible handyman. Smiling to herself, she decided she'd cut him some slack thanks to the tongue job he'd given her that morning.

With a firm nudge of her hip, Karen shoved the door open to a living room full of young men. Handsome. Fit. Scrumptious. In a rainbow of colors.

Her gorgeous stepson, Eric, strode forward to kiss her and help with the bags.

"Hi, beautiful. Mmm, you smell wonderful—like flowers and something spicy."

"It smells like party food in here. Are you having a get-together for your baseball team?"

Eric pulled her into his dad's office. "No, they're here for you."

"For me?"

"Yeah. Remember you told me your biggest fantasy was a gang bang?"

Horrified, Karen grabbed Eric's forearm. "That was a fantasy. Not reality."

"You made my fantasy come true. It's my turn to do the same for you."

"You're the one I want. I don't want another man—or a bunch of them—to come between us."

"They won't come between us if it's something we both want. And I want this for you. It's a gift."

"Eric—"

"Tell me you don't want this, and I'll send them home."

Karen searched her stepson's eyes for uncertainty. She saw only love. "This is a once in a lifetime. And it's my fantasy. If you promise it won't tear us apart, then I'll accept your gift."

Eric drew her body to his. "Dad can buy you anything. This is something I can give you. I hope you enjoy it."

"How could I not enjoy it? And how did you get to be so thoughtful?"

"Simple. I love you. And I want to make you happy."

"You always do."

"Do you want to know who's here?"

"Are they guys I'll know from going to your games?"

"Probably. They're eight guys from my baseball team. They're all stand-up men who know how to have fun but be discreet. You're going to have a great time."

"I can't believe I'm going to have sex with your teammates."

"Only some of them. Now let's go."

Wrapping his arm around her waist, Eric steered Karen to the living room.

At that moment, Karen's best friend, Suzanne, sauntered in wearing nothing but her beautiful blond tresses. Her full breasts bounced to the rhythm of her strut, and her hips swayed with the motion of her swagger. Suzanne was all woman, and she wasn't afraid to work it.

Her nephew, Ryan, covered his face with one large hand then peered at her luscious body from between his fingers. They hadn't outed themselves as a couple yet. And though his friends thought Eric banging his stepmom was kinky, Suzanne and Ryan shared blood—he was nervous to admit they had crossed the taboo line. But he couldn't look at Suzanne's fuck-me frame and not want to do just that.

Either he was going to avoid his aunt and watch his buddies fuck her, or he was going to take her in front of everyone and deal with their reactions. Either way, this was going to be a long day.

The evening before, they'd had a discussion much like Eric and Karen. Suzanne had insisted that she was in love with Ryan and didn't want to sleep with other men. Knowing Suzanne's best friend was going to need moral support, and upon Eric's request, Ryan had urged Suzanne to take part in Karen's fantasy. Suzanne had relented. In honor of her friend, she was going to make it a great day.

"Suzanne!" Karen was excited to see her friend and relieved she wasn't the only woman there.

"Karen, the woman of honor!" Suzanne and Karen couldn't be more different. Whereas Karen was shy, Suzanne was the life the party, exuberant, fun. And she was a true friend, willing to do things like spice up a gang bang for her best friend.

"Thank you for coming. I have a feeling Eric and Ryan talked you into this." Karen was always the one to step up and help a friend; she appreciated being on the receiving end.

"Don't be silly. I wouldn't miss a chance to fuck a baseball team. Speaking of which"—she raised her voice—"Cracker Jack, a hotdog machine, and energy drinks are in the kitchen. And I have little blue pills. Who's ready for Viagra?"

Suzanne shook the container of pills like a maraca. Her tits jiggled back and forth in synch with the tablets bouncing off the sides of the bottle. She passed out the male enhancers with enthusiasm. No matter how young these studs were, Suzanne had high expectations: they were going to perform, and they would need every aid available. And Suzanne was happy to hook them up.

As Suzanne passed the pills out, she tried to gather their names. Ever Suzanne, horny for all sorts of men, she appreciated their unique characteristics.

"Hello up there, blondie. How tall are you?"

"Six-six. I'm Stephen."

Staring at his groin, Suzanne was pure curiosity. "Is it true, what they say about tall men?"

Admiring Suzanne's breasts up close, Stephen laughed at her zest. "I can only speak for myself."

Suzanne rubbed her palm along Stephen's growing length. "Yum, this is a yes." She slapped him on the ass. "Go get naked and show off that monster."

Suzanne moved her hip in to the next man. "What about you, cutie?"

"I'm Xavier. My friends call me X."

"Hi X. You look like dark chocolate. You're sexy as fuck, and I could eat you up."

Suzanne didn't know that X was the baby of the lot and shier than he looked. Watching from the doorway, Karen could almost see the blush blanket his dark brown cheeks.

Suzanne was undeterred. She ran her hand down X's chest. "Yum. Aren't you edible? Where are you from?"

"My parents are from Ethiopia. They moved here before I was born."

"Thank heavens they moving to Texas, because you are yummy. I'm going to enjoy eating you up."

At a loss for words, X leaned over and gave Suzanne a chaste hug.

"Easy, big boy. I've got a lot of that coming."

X turned another shade of inky crimson, popped his pill, and moved away to stand with his buddies.

Suzanne was on to the next pair. "Who are these look-alikes? Are you twins?"

Pedro stepped up. "Yes, ma'am, we're identical twins."

Suzanne ran her hands across both men's chests. "I can't wait to see if everything's identical."

Jose laughed. "This is our first time doing this sort of thing, so we'll be discovering that too."

"You mean you don't know if your dicks are identical?"

"We don't check each other out."

Reaching down and grabbing their twin jewels, Suzanne cooed, "I'm the woman to help you find out."

Jose and Pedro laughed—this chick was hot. They couldn't wait to find out what they were getting into.

When Jon stepped up for his vitamin V, Suzanne moved to grind her pussy against him. "Aren't you delicious?"

Jon laughed. "Thanks. You're damn sexy yourself."

"Thank you. What's your name, gorgeous? Where are you from?"

"You can call me Jon. I live here in River Oaks, but my parents are from Bangalore, India."

"You're Indian, how exotic." Suzanne squeezed a handful of his ass. "I love exotic."

"I've lived here my whole life—I'm about as exotic as Ryan."

When she was in her sex kitten role, Suzanne was undeterred. "You look exotic. And that's what matters."

Ryan overheard Suzanne's comment to Jon and teased, "Hey, don't be trashing the pale skin."

Suzanne was as uncertain as Ryan how to handle their relationship in front of the other guys. She squeezed his arm and moved the conversation along.

"Now boys, I like you in all shades." Suzanne looked at Mateo's deep hue and Kevin's paler skin. "No offense, but we'll have to be reminded of your names as we go. There are too many of you."

Itching to claw her fingernails down her nephew's six-pack, Suzanne was grateful when Karen pulled her away from Ryan. Suzanne's pussy moistened from the mere sight of her nephew. It had been a matter of weeks, but already they were living as lovers and groping like fuck buddies.

Suzanne looked around the room and counted. "Two, four, six, eight, nine. Yeesh. Nine young studs. Even I'm intimidated. And I'm never intimidated when it comes to men."

Karen laughed. "That's for sure."

"I knew I was forgetting something." Suzanne reached into her bag of party supplies and brought out two industrial-sized bottles of lube. She held out one for Karen. "One for you, one for me. I hope this is enough."

Karen looked more concerned than excited. She whispered to her stepson, "I know these are college players, but are they all over 18?"

Eric grinned. "I knew I could count on you to worry about that. Yes, they're all 20 or 21, except X, who's 19."

Karen looked relieved, but Suzanne was oblivious. She was already on the prowl.

2. LIVING ROOM DELIGHT

Suzanne eyed her first targets. "OK, boys, you're all overdressed. Off with the modesty suits."

The men undressed in record time, and Suzanne had Stephen and Xavier in her talons.

"You and you, first. Blondie, lay on this sofa."

Stephen's long legs dangled off the end of the custom Italian leather sofa. When Suzanne scooted onto his groin, he braced one leg on the floor—she was a wild one, and he needed stabilization.

She slid his considerable cock into her. They both groaned when he filled her to the depths of her pussy. She bucked on him, then eased herself all the way up and slid back down until her pelvis bounced off his.

"Fuck yes, I love that long cock. Are you German?"

"Half German, half Swedish."

"European cocks are the best."

"I'll let my parents know. I've never left the U.S."

"There's something to be said for American dick, too."

Stephen was all smiles. "Thank you."

"You could launch me to the stars with that thing. Fuck me good, baby."

As Stephen pumped her from below, Suzanne honed in on her next target.

"Come here, gorgeous." She yanked Xavier over by his cock. "Stick that BBC in my mouth."

Fuck yeah. X brought his steel cock to Suzanne's lips. He smelled musky and raw, the way a young man should. She ran the tip of her tongue through his precum and spread it around his glans. Wrapping her lips around his large head, she sucked him while running her tongue around his crown. She intended to take it slow, but Xavier leaned toward her at the same time that Stephen slammed up into her, impaling X's dick deep into Suzanne.

Her eyes stung with tears and her lungs lost their air. She reached up to her neck and felt the tip of Xavier's dick poking far down her throat. Not wanting asphyxiation by dick to be her cause of death, she popped him out with a hard cough and sucked in a huge gasp of air. Her throat was on fire, abraded by X's giant cock prodding too deep in her mouth. If this kept her from being able to give Ryan a blow job later, she was going to be pissed.

"OK, new plan. X, you're going in my ass. We're getting a smaller guy for my mouth." She reached out and grabbed Jon by the balls. "And you're the lucky contestant. Come here so I can suck you off."

Climbing behind her, Xavier lined his dark head up with Suzanne's small pink hole. She popped her mouth off Jon to warn X. "Baby, you're the first in my ass today. Lube up good and take it slow. I don't need another injury to put me out of commission."

While X lubed his substantial cock, Stephen threw one long leg over the back of the sofa to make room for Xavier's legs. At the same time, Jon leaned into the sofa to give Suzanne full oral access to his dick.

X thrust into Suzanne's ass, but the eroticism was too much for this novice 19-year-old. He hit sensory overload and came in Suzanne's ass on the second thrust. He pounded hard, slamming their hips into the back of the sofa.

The weight and motion of three muscular athletes and one tall woman leaning, pushing, thrusting into the back of the sofa was more than it could bear, and it toppled backwards, rolling Suzanne onto her back on top of X, flipping Stephen into the air, and leaving Jon on his knees wondering what happened.

X continued to come in Suzanne and held her on him as he sprawled on his back. When she realized what was happening, Suzanne laughed.

"X, did you come? We have our first domestic disaster of the day and you shoot off?"

Lifting Suzanne off him, X couldn't hide his embarrassment. "Sorry, I've never done that."

"Sweetheart, don't apologize. I suspect you're gonna do a lot of things today you've never done. We'll consider this a warm up."

Xavier was staring at her ass.

Suzanne caught on quickly. "You want to see your creampie?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Suzanne rolled onto her hands and knees and thrust her ass out at X. His cum pooled at the entrance to her ass then slid down toward her pussy.

She turned her head around and grinned at him. "Happy now?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

Turning around, Suzanne ran her fingers down Xavier's defined abs and hardening dick. "I'm loving these manners. You can fuck me again just because you're so polite."

While Stephen and Jon untangled their limbs from each other, Eric moved behind Karen and cupped her breasts. "You feel good. But you're overdressed."

She tipped her red-maned head back to kiss her son. "Help me?"

"With pleasure." Eric licked the side of her neck—he always loved the taste of her lotion, like oranges and vanilla. Her perfume was a stronger, signature scent, evocative of roses and cinnamon. He loved her smell. He loved her flavor.

He slid his hands down the front of her torso until he found the bottom of her silky blouse. Her breasts were full and soft, her tummy slight but firm. He pulled the shirt off, letting it slide down her long, full head of hair. Not yet ready to take off her lingerie, he popped her breasts above her bra, resting them on the beautiful lace fabric. He beaded her nipples and cupped her in large, callused hands until she guided one of his hands down to the junction between her legs.

He could feel her need melting there, a warm pool of desire craving release. Turning his mom around, Eric dropped to his knees. He licked her bellybutton while undoing her jeans in smooth, practiced moves. Her wet panties matched the bra that no longer concealed her heavy breasts.

Sliding her jeans and panties down her legs, Eric ran his tongue inside her slit. She tasted like buttered popcorn. Every morning, every night, every whenever for the last few months he had sucked and fucked this pussy. His, all his. Sharing her with eight other men was going to be agony, but she was worth the gift he wanted to give.

Eric's reverie was interrupted when Jose tossed Karen over his shoulder and laid her on top of his brother on the sofa. "May we?"

She hesitated, then committed to surrender to the day. "Please do."

Pedro slid his cock into her from below. Her pussy formed like a silken sock to the shape of him. He eased into her—deep strokes that made her back arch and her pussy smile—until they both complained that the sofa was too soft for serious fucking.

She had an idea. "What about the coffee table?"

"You want to fuck on the coffee table?"

"Sure. You can go harder that way."

"I'm all for that."

Lifting her by her ass, Pedro deposited her cock-filled pussy on the marble-topped coffee table.

"Fuck me fast, this is cold."

Pedro's hips took off like a racehorse, pistoning with fervor. He plowed her in and out, his strokes rubbing her clit at a divine pressure. She grabbed his ass to ream him deeper and felt her pleasures zones light up. They brought each other close.

"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna come."

"Fuck me hard. Fuck me good."

When she felt Pedro's cock shake and his warmth wash into her, she tumbled into a chasm of bliss. Her pussy spasmed again and again. She heard Pedro groan each time she contracted around him, and she felt his legs shake with his release. He fell back onto the sofa, sated by a magnificent orgasm and the knowledge that there was more to come.

Jose was right behind his brother. "Baby, I gotta fuck you like that." Karen was mesmerized to have twins take her. The look of their faces, the feel of their bodies—the similarity was transfixing. She yearned to feel Jose inside her in anticipation of whether there was any difference.

She was already wet and creamy from Pedro. His brother slid deep into her in one solid thrust. Karen cried out at the eroticism of fucking identical twins.

"I need you both."

Jose was confused. "You've got us both."

"I mean now, at the same time."

"You want to DP?"

"No. I mean yes. But in my pussy."

Jose was only a little stunned. Twins got this request, but never from a MILF. He called his brother over. "We're doing double vag."

"Fuck yeah."

Rolling his eyes at his brother's exuberance, Jose moved to the floor with Karen on top of him. "Pedro's going to slide in the back side."

Karen had never done anything like this. "Is it going to hurt?"

"Maybe at first. But once they're in, most girls like it."

Climbing behind Karen, Pedro instructed her and Jose to stop moving. "Give me a sec."

Karen felt an intense stretch of her vagina, then a loosening by her body. "Is it in?"

Pedro laughed and kissed the back of her neck. "Baby, I'm all the way in. Are you ready for some pounding?"

Now that double vag was a reality, Karen was freaked out and not at all ready for any pounding. But what was she supposed to say—'I'm here for the hotdogs?' Here went nothing. "Yes."

Pedro thrust hard and fast while his brother held still from the bottom. The force of Pedro's pounding from above reverberated through Karen and into Jose, who rubbed into her G-spot and clit. Identical twins fucking her cunt—the moment was too erotic to bear. She expanded around them, seeping and squeezing, contracting and flexing, until she could take no more.

The world shook beneath Karen, her breasts tingled, and her cunt opened to accept the pleasure there. Jose was next to orgasm, with Karen's pussy milking his warm cum deep into her body, needy to fill it with the other twin's sperm. When he felt his brother explode, Pedro joined him, mixing his ejaculate with his brother's, filling her small pussy with overlapping DNA.

When Karen's Zen subsided, she had a moment of panic. She had been trying to get pregnant with Eric's baby. She wasn't using protection. She looked up at Eric with "What if?" in her eyes. Too late now. Hopefully she was already carrying Eric's baby. Or the wrong time of month. Or any one of a million hopes. Today was a day for pleasure. They would worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

Kevin, whom Suzanne forgot to introduce herself to, reached out his hand to help Karen up from the floor. He had a plan.

"You can sit on that ledge and I'll stand in front of you."

Karen saw another accident coming. "The ledge with the giant flat screen on it?"

Eric to the rescue. "I'll hold the TV."

Getting a nod from Karen, Kevin picked her up and set her on the ledge. He was the ideal height to stand in front of her and fuck away. Eric shook his head at Karen—why didn't we ever think of this?

Kevin's cock was a perfect fit. He held her ass toward him to give him something to push against. She wrapped her legs around him to give him extra depth. Their audience of friends watched Karen drag her nails down his back and bite down on his shoulder as he humped her mercilessly, like the horny young man he was.

Eric tilted the flat screen to face them.

"Karen, check this out."

She looked at the screen. In the lights from the room, the TV became reflective, like looking in a mirror watching herself being fucked by Kevin.

Kevin was a fan. "That's awesome!"