Son's friends

My son, unnoticed, progressed from masturbating onto my underwear at 20 to more decisive actions and fucked me; honestly, I wasn't against a young cock in my pussy and gave myself to him like the last whore. I wanted something passionate, unlike my husband's five-minute back-and-forth shuffling. My son had two quirks during our intimate encounters: putting me on all fours and entering my pussy several times, then my ass, and so on for over half an hour—pussy then ass, ass then pussy. And during breaks, he would pry out all the interesting stories from my wild sex life. When I once told him how two guys had fucked me at once, he got fired up with the idea of fucking

me together with one of his buddies. I said to him, "What, am I a whore?" And he said, "Well, what about it? Vitya's mom gets fucked by almost all the guys from the neighborhood." We talked, but I myself, not knowing why, if my son's friends were expected to come over, would dress in more revealing outfits and started sizing up the guys, wondering with whom... Soon, with a woman's intuition, I realized that one of them was looking at me as a potential victim. A tall guy, athletic build, the arrogant gaze of a conqueror. I began cautiously asking my son about this guy. "Oh, that's Arthur, our Casanova; he's fucked all the girls in our year. I was with him in the shower after a basketball game—he has such a huge cock, just the head alone is something." My son told me this and smirked slyly, "What, mom, you've got a thing for him? Well, well." Some time later, my son came back from the institute, had dinner, hugged me—"Mom, let's go to the bedroom; we haven't fucked in a week." We went to the bedroom, he immediately pushed me down, put me on all fours as always, and as always, went from pussy to ass. He fucked me and said he had to call one of the guys about some urgent business, went out, soon returned and fucked me again, got up and went to pee. I remained lying in bliss and pleasure, closing my eyes. I hear footsteps, my son returned, turns my head, and his cockhead enters my mouth. I was jolted like by an electric shock—this wasn't my son's cockhead; it was a cockhead the size of a tennis ball. I open my eyes and see that it's Arthur who has shoved his cockhead into my mouth; I can't say a word, the cockhead is in the way. Arthur moved his cock back and forth, then pulled it out, bent my legs back, and drove his huge cock into my pussy. Every cell of my vagina and cervix felt the size of Arthur's cock. And he started energetically pounding me, shifting me into different positions. I can't even say how long he fucked me. But then he growled, came, and collapsed. I lay there, emptied by several orgasms. I didn't get to bliss out for long; someone spread my legs—clearly not Arthur, he was lying next to me—and entered my pussy with his cock; I guessed—it was my son's cock. How he entered the bedroom, I, absorbed in the fucking with Arthur, didn't even hear. My son, not feeling the walls of my pussy stretched by Arthur's cock, switched from pussy to ass. So they fucked me all evening, Arthur in the pussy, my son in the ass. After that evening, they fucked me very often, and once Arthur came with another one of my son's buddies, and I serviced them. Over the next six months, five of my son's friends fucked me.