My friends always told me that my mom was a Milf. When I was younger, I used to feel embarrassed by this and I got into fights, even lost some friends. Over the years, I changed my mind, especially when my mom got divorced for the second time, and I was stuck taking care of my family like the man of the house. Playing the role of dad to two sisters, I began to see what my friends were seeing in my mother. I didn't tell her that, of course, and so I missed my chance for anything once she got remarried.
You see, my mom is not the kind that stays unwed for a long time. She's hot. I mean, really hot. She does fitness and works as a model. You'd be surprised to find out that she had three kids if you met her in person. But I knew. My stepdad knew. I later found out that several others in the city knew too.
Being the technical one in the family, I'm always working on the electronics. My step dad is a personal trainer, my mom's in fact, surprise surprise, and so whenever something breaks, it's just "Here, Zack. Fix it." And it was on one super fateful day that my mom's laptop stopped working properly and she gave it to. I started to work on it and, nervously searching through her files for nude photos I could steal and use for myself later, I discovered that my mom was not as innocent as she seemed.
Logging onto her internet to test the connection, I checked her history. I had done this a thousand times before and never saw any porn sites or anything of interest. I actually would have skipped this history check like I had so many others when something caught my eye. I had recently learned that our city had 4 sex clubs, as a college buddy of mine joked about going to one and getting a gloryhole blow job when a girl he was dating refused to put out. She eventually did, so he never got the chance, but now innocuous names like "The Blue Room" and "Pallasades Club," places that sounded like the many dance clubs my mom and stepdad went to all the time, took on a whole different meaning for me.
Clicking one of these pages, I found that my suspicions were right. It was a sex club. There was a forum link at the top and I decided I would try to see what they had in the discussions. Usually making a free account on a forum is easy, but I never made one for this site. My mom, like many other low-tech people, had saved her username and password for this site in the autofill. Feeling the nervous shakes go through me, I clicked enter and let the site think that I was my mom.
At first, I was disappointed. There were the standard sets of forums, talking about dates and times of operation, how to use the forum, favorite positions, etc. Scrolling down, I noticed that a lot of the forums were barely used and figured that it was probably more likely the people that frequented this place were communicating in person. Sighing, I decided to check one last place before I logged out. Checking my mother's history, I was flooded with a treasure trove of interesting things. The very first item on the list, the most recent for those who are not very tech savvy, was titled "Gangbang while husband is gone."
I started shaking and slowly thumbed the mouse over to the post and clicked. I read the body of the message and found that my mom was using the forum to set up a group sex encounter at this "Blue Room" place for the next weekend while my step-dad was in Hawaii doing a training seminar. I read through her post and found some very detailed explanations about the kinds of things she wanted and liked and noted that on more than one occasion, she wrote "Young, Hard Cocks." I had one of those.
It's a distant leap, going from thinking of your mom as sexy to thinking about joining a gangbang on her, but I had almost a whole week to think over the words that I had read. I can't tell you how many times I thought about her words and masturbated in my room. I actually skipped everyone of my classes that week just so I could dump my load in a sock. Friday, I was so sore, I had to get an ointment to heal.
I probably should mention that I did make a free account on that page and started visiting it. Knowing what I was looking for, I found my mom's post and all the follow up posts, discovered that my step-dad was okay with this thing, that he would probably be hooking up with someone in Hawaii, so my mom had all the permission she could possibly need, and that there were at least a dozen guys she had agreed to let in on this event. Posting as Techie38, I added my own messages to the post, innocent at first, but later more and more graphic as the week went on. Spreading the ointment on myself Friday night, I found that my mom had responded to my last post and said that she liked what she was reading and would have a spot open for me if I wanted it. That made it so hard for me not to stroke myself all night, that I had to use a double dose of sleeping pills at 8pm to make sure that I went to sleep without touching anything.
Saturday rolled around and I made an excuse to be gone all day. My college buddies made that easy, especially since they were also my distraction. Waking up at noon, I went immediately to my buddy's dorm and played several hours of Call of Duty and flirted with his girlfriend, something he hated so much it made him play worse. I then went to dinner alone at a nearby bar and then drove myself soberly out to the Blue Room.
I asked if they did tours and then did, so I took a tour of the place several hours before my mom would show up, nervous and stuttering the whole time. I found the place had several dark corners and I was lucky enough for the event to be a masquerade themed event. Dropping the hundred dollars for a membership and a door fee, I took my free mask and headed to upper bar, sitting area. I waited and I watched.
About three hours later, I noticed a cluster of guys gathering near the bar. They were all wearing the mask of the evening and talking to each other. One of them mentioned the gangbang and I knew who they were. Taking the opportunity, I stepped into the group and introduced myself to a couple of them, recognizing one as my economics professor (I was confident that he didn't recognize me since they class had one hundred students and I sat in the very back corner), and informed them that I was Techie38. They asked me why I had chosen thirty two, and I joked and told them it was the number of girls I had fucked, which made them all laugh, but the truth was it was actually my mom's age.
She was sixteen when I was born, a young teenage pregnant girl, as is common these days. My dad married her then, but what they had was not love. It ended before I could remember things and I don't remember him, so for all I knew, he was in this crowd. I thought she would realize who I was by the numbers, but it had only drawn her out. The first time we talked online, she asked me about it, and I lied and told her it was my age. She told me it was hers too and she'd be looking forward to meeting me, if that was the right term, if I managed to make it out.
So I mingled just long enough so that everyone could recognize me, and then I disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes so they could forget about me again. It seemed like I was in there forever, but when I came out, I slipped back into the shadows and watched again.
To say I was nervous is like saying a fish swims in water or camel lives in the desert. I was sweating like crazy and my heart was beating so fast that I thought it would explode. Actually, I felt like I fainted a few times while I sat there waiting, which would not have been that strange. Eventually, my mom came in wearing a tight red dress I had seen her wear a few times when she'd gone out with my step-dad.
I knew it was her not only because of the dress, but also because of the curves, which I knew very well, and the tattoos, of which anyone who had seen my mom's photos would recognize. They were pretty distinctive, and that dress showed them. Too well, actually.
My mom moved through the crowd of guys, talking to them, flirting with them, touching them, doing everything but actually fucking them right there. One of the guys left to reserve the largest group room the club had to offer and after another half an hour and four shots later, they moved toward the room. I followed, lingering back just far enough that I knew my mom hadn't spotted me, but close enough that a couple of the guys noticed me.
Now, some of you might think that with an opportunity like this, I would have jumped to be the first one in my mom. But I was terrified. I walked through the dark hallways, avoiding any reflective surface that might have revealed me, and when we entered the group room, I moved to the darkest corner and turned away at first.
