Born to Lead: Field Observations in an Oedipal Zone, Pt. 3

As James and I walked into the party, we were greeted by cheers. My host’s friends were in good spirits, chatting and laughing in as two older women, a blonde and a redhead, took care of their dicks. James seemed to know everyone, greeting each one individually and even sparing a polite nod for the women before adding his cock to the group.

I stood by for a while and listened to the conversation, pulling the redhead’s warm, wet mouth onto my shaft whenever it was my turn. The mood seemed celebratory, but without context I couldn’t figure out just what everyone was celebrating about! It seemed like one of the boys, Grant, had gotten really lucky, perhaps winning some kind of contest?

This went on for twenty minutes or so, and to be perfectly honest I started to feel frustrated. I was exhausted, jetlagged… I couldn’t get enough time with the redhead’s mouth to cum… Everyone kept glancing at me, making me feel uncomfortable… After another five minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore.

Putting my male rights before my anthropological integrity, I grabbed the woman, pulled her to her feet, and threw her onto the nearby bed. She spread her legs willingly, and as I climbed up to push inside her pussy a couple of the boys joined me, putting her hands and mouth to use again.

As I started to fuck her, someone slapped me on the back. “I was wondering when you’d break, stranger!”

It was Grant, congratulating me on finally building up the courage to fuck his mother without permission. He informed me that he’d managed to obtain her a FFM (female fertility module) in a school-wide contest, and that it was currently active. He then explained that he’d always had a fantasy about a stranger impregnating her in front of him, and that my visit presented the perfect opportunity.

Naturally I was only too happy to oblige him, shooting one load and then another deep inside her. My host and his other friends milled about, alternating between my mate’s mouth and the blonde’s. Someone offered me a drink, but I was far too busy for that; my singular purpose was to cum in this woman as many times as possible. For her part she seemed amicable, smiling up at me politely when she didn’t have a cock down her throat.

All good things come to an end, of course, and soon our frenzy began to wind down. After pumping one more load into Grant’s mother, I got up and asked if everyone could pose for a group photo.

Putting down their drinks and gathering around once more, one by one my new friends shot their cum unto the kneeling women. Totally spent from my night’s work, I stood off to the side and snapped a few pictures; I think this one turned out the best.

As James and I drove home, making small talk and getting further acquainted, I realized that I never found out who the blonde woman was! Ah, well… Just another entry in the long line of happy, loving mothers who would be making my visit a joy.