Feel good

He pulled out a card: 6.

“Under.”

5. “Over.”

He flipped the card over, but only for himself. He had a bit of a devilish smile as he said, “Are you sure? Last chance.”

“I, yes, I’m sure.”

10. I was happy to get the fourth one, but a part of me wanted to fail. I wanted to do the dare that he wanted me to. “Over.”

4. “Oh, noooo.” I leaned in closer to him. “What’s my dare?”

He pointed at one of the blonde girls. “I want you to make out with her for a full minute.”

Her? My heart started racing. She looked to be about the same age as my daughter. There were twenty years between us, and I should be more responsible than this, but I couldn’t stop my legs as they moved on their own over to the girl.

“Wait, pass me your phone so I can film this.”

So, I did.

“Oh, fuck. You have a family, Katrina?” Josh asked, going through my phone no doubt. I bet he was looking for my sexy pictures, so he could send himself one. It made me horny that he might jack himself off to the pictures of my conservative self, trying my hardest to take a sexy picture for my husband.

That felt like a lifetime ago as I sat down next to the girl, who was pretty drunk. I had never kissed a girl before, but as I got closer I felt a warm sensation in my chest, and I saw my tattoos flash green. Suddenly, the girl wasn’t just attractive, she was fucking sexy. I took more of my drink to match her. She started playing with my hair, so I started playing with hers, and slowly our faces started to get closer to each other until her beer soaked breath was mixing with mine. “Uh-huh. I have a husband and a daughter.” I was starting to lose control.

“What the hell are you doing here at this party then?”

“I just wanted to have some fun. Can we kiss yet?” We were both giggling as she leaned in and gave me a quick peck. I did too, and then she did again. Then we just started kissing over and over again until it felt natural.

“One second.” He tapped through my phone. “Your daughter is a fucking baddie. How did she get bigger tits than her mom?” A pang of jealousy. I could have bit tits too.

The blonde girl stopped me as we exchanged kissed and asked, “You have a daughter?”

“I sure do. She’s an angel and she’s hot as fuck too.”

“Is she a slut like her mom?” I didn’t expect a question like that from Josh. He had seemed so nice, but then again, I guess so had I until a few hours ago. “No, she’s not. She has a long term boyfriend. I think they’ll get married.”

“Do you think she wants to see a video of her mom making out with another slutty girl?” His smile returned as he said that. I wanted to make him happy. There was nothing wrong with a make out video. Just two women having fun, and sharing our bodies. If anything it was kinda beautiful.

“I don’t think so, baby. But if you wanna send it to her, I’m not going to stop you.”

He moved the phone into a horizontal position and said, “Go ahead.”

We wrapped our arms around each other as our lips smashed together and our tongues embraced. It started out slow, and then we would take turns biting each other’s lips and getting sloppier with our tongue movement until eventually, we were lost in the sensations. At first, I didn’t even like it too much, but I found the more that I tasted her and felt her young, firm body, the more I began to enjoy myself. It was impossible not to get horny thinking of Josh watching us make out together. The fact that he must’ve thought this was so sexy turned me on immensely.

My hands reached down and squeezed her young ass. In return, one of her hands gradually made its way over my shirt until she was squeezing my tits. A similar thing happened as when I was drinking that dick beer earlier, and as her hands roamed over my breasts, I felt them start to expand. I wanted it. I wanted her tongue down my throat. I wanted her hands on my MILF body, and I wanted my tits to grow so that my body could match the slut I was becoming.

I started to hear words from all around the different students, begging her to take my top off. She moved her hand back down and into my cropped Green Day shirt, and as she played with my tits, I threw myself over her and straddled her lap, grinding my crotch against her shorts. I was really getting turned on. I felt her hands grip onto my shirt, and in one smooth motion, she removed the loose garment and left me completely topless. The whole place cheered as I came up for air with a smile on my face. I looked down at my tits, grabbed them, and shook them. I hadn’t been able to do that before. I was really becoming my true self.

Around me, I heard the chants, “MILF tits, MILF tits, MILF tits!”

“Your daughter’s going to love that one.” I spun around for everyone to see my pretty titties one last time before putting my shirt back on. As fun as it was to be topless and flashing everyone, it was also fun to surprise them with the girls when they worked for it a little bit.

I skipped over and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his firm, broad shoulders. “Can we play another round?”

This time I got out on the second one. “Oh, shit. I guess I have to do another dare.” I leaned in really close so my voice could barely be heard over the loud music. “You should dare me to suck your cock. Or to strip for everyone. I’ll do it. I’ll fucking tattoo your name on my body if you ask me to.”

“You’re fucking insane,” he said, laughing. “Seriously, batshit.” I could tell he loved it. “I actually want you to do something special for me.” He reached into his pocket and took out a blunt. It had been so long since I had smoked weed that I almost had the reaction that I would have had if he had been my daughter: “Young lady, if you don’t put that away, I will call the police. I don’t care if you’re my daughter, that is a gateway drug.” And I would say that while wearing one of my silly little dresses, with some grandma underwear underneath, and then my husband would get home and we would pretend to be interested in each other until both of us decided we were both too tired to fuck and went to bed for the second week in a row.

Now, I just grabbed it out of his hand with my teeth and waited like a good girl as he took out his lighter and told me to, “Inhale.”

The smoke burned as it made its way down to my lungs, and then I felt it everywhere as a calm, almost drum-like sensation affected my whole body.

The heavy weed smoke settled deep into my lungs, blurring the edges of the rowdy lakeside party. I took another long drag, watching the faint green shimmer of my new tattoo pulse in perfect rhythm with the bass shaking the ground. I felt completely untethered now, the sensible, predictable suburban housewife entirely submerged beneath a wave of reckless, drug-fueled euphoria.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed violently in my hand. It was a barrage of texts from Grace.

Grace: Mom?? What the hell is going on? Why did you just send me a video of you topless, kissing a girl at a college party??

Grace: Are you drunk??? Answer me!

My cheaply manicured fingers clumsily typed back, a confused smile playing on my lips. Why wasn’t my daughter happy for me? I was finally getting to live the life I had missed out on. She was probably just jealous.

Katrina: Relax sweetie, mommy is just habing a little fun living my best life! You should try it sometime. Don’t be a fucking bore like your father.

Grace: This is insane. You’re acting insane. I’m literally getting in my car right now. I’m coming to check on you.

I tossed the phone onto the table with a loud laugh. “She thinks she can lecture me,” I purred, turning my heavy-lidded gaze back to Josh.

My fingers scrolled back through my old messages, pulling up a vacation photo Grace had sent months ago, a picture of her posing on a beach in a tight bikini. I remembered looking at it back then and thinking how sweet my daughter looked. But even then, I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes from staring down at her chest. Those beautiful breasts. Such a prude. But hey, she could learn to share.

“Look at her, Josh,” I whispered, shoving the screen right in front of his face. “Didn’t I tell you? She has the prettiest tits in the whole world.”

Josh grinned, taking a long look at the screen before grabbing me by my waist and pulling me up from the chair. “Come on, Katrina. Time to show the whole crowd what a good party MILF you are, huh?”

“Yes sir!” I cheered.

We stumbled onto the crowded, muddy dance floor. In my hazy, intoxicated state, the world spun in a blur of flashing lights and roaring voices. Every single sensation was amplified by the cannabis, and by something else, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on the feeling before hands reached out from the crowd, pulling me in.

It was a massive, packed group, making it impossible to keep track of anything. I didn’t even blame the people around me for accidentally squeezing my ass, grabbing my tits, or even when a random guy pulled me in and started making out with me. The sensations felt so good. His tongue was electric and I continued to shake my ass to the music. Twerking onto whoever was behind me as their boner pressed into my crotch. “Strip her!” Josh yelled out.

The crowd started tugging at my cropped Green Day shirt and pulling at the denim of my Daisy Dukes. I didn’t fight it at all. I just threw my hands in the air, laughing wildly as the students stripped me completely bare. I was completely exposed. My fat ass, my big tits,, my tattoos. I was new and I felt at home. I danced entirely unclothed right in the center of the cheering circle, slick with sweat, completely intoxicated by the attention as memories of being a responsible mom were buried under the sensations.

The chanting grew deafening until two large figures stepped out from the crowd. Strong hands gripped my arms, pulling me down onto the soft, cool earth at the edge of the lake. The mud smeared against my bare skin as the primal energy of the party closed in around me. The entire party watched as I pulled down the man’s pants, and gobbled down his entire cock. It was so large that I felt it reach the back of my throat. It felt at home there and I moaned as I salivated recklessly onto the huge member. I only took it out to say “Don’t take it away please, daddy!” Behind me, the other guy grabbed onto my hips, and put me where he needed me. I felt his head against my entrance, and I shook my ass against his hip. I needed it. I needed it so bad. He slapped my ass.

People were cheering for me as finally he inserted himself into my tight wet snatch and I came around his cock, yelling into the crotch of the stranger who’s cuck I sucked and sucked until I lost consciousness.

When I finally opened my eyes, the sun was beginning to peek over the tree line, casting a cold, gray light over the empty lake. The music had stopped, the students were gone, and I was lying all alone, naked in the damp mud.

My body ached, my bleached hair was matted with filth, and the vivid rose tattoo on my shoulder throbbed dully. I looked around the deserted campsite, shivering in the morning air, but I didn’t feel a single shred of regret. All I felt was a hollow, desperate craving for more of the drugs and cock that had set me free, and lucky for me. I knew just where to get them, but before I could get up, I rubbed my hands on my clit and made myself cum. I would have been much too horny otherwise.