Manhandled

Mom wraps her mouth around David’s cock with such gusto and with such a passionate moan that it became plainly evident that she wasn’t simply doing this for the money. “Mmmm!” She hums hungrily as she sucks up his swelling chubby. We’d been out on the basketball court for well over an hour so I knew he had to be pretty sweaty down there but that doesn’t even faze her. The room is quiet, just the ticking of the clock and the wet slurping of her mouth could be heard as the rest of look on.

“Aww yeah.” David grins. “That’s it Brenda.” Then, looking across to me, he says. “Your mom really knows how to suck cock.” This sends Andrew into a whole new round of giggles.

“Mmmm!” Mom hums with seeming pride at David’s comment.

“Get my balls too Brenda.” He pushes his shorts down further. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

She nuzzles down into his sack to slurp and suck his hairy nuts. “Mmmm! Mlllrmmm!”

“Fuck yeah, clean those sweaty balls.” After a bit of this he takes her head and brings her back up to suck his dick once more. “Yeah, your mom’s a real good cock sucker Bobby.”

My cheeks burned, my chest tight, and my mouth bone dry. I could not imagine a greater humiliation than this. It was surreal, unbelievable, yet there it was happening right in front of me. My mother acting like common call girl with all of my best friends there to see it and experience it. I wanted to run away but this was my home, where would I run to? I could retreat to my room but something kept me rooted to the spot. Some part of me needed to see this play out, as if the **** could somehow get worse if I wasn’t here to witness it.

While I was crippled in shame the mood about the room was actually beginning to relax. Brick, Lucas, and Andrew openly ogle my mom’s naked kneeling body and watch her pleasure David with her mouth, Lucas still sipping the iced tea she had brought for them. The initial shock was passing and turning into a sort of amused though bawdy interest, very much like that time we’d gone to the strip club for Andrew’s birthday. Unlike that time however this time we were in a private space. With David, as always, leading by example the others were beginning to get ideas. The guys begin to touch themselves through their shorts, Andrew going so far as to actually pull is dick out and start to stroke it. If I were in their shoes I would be right there with them.

It is not long before Mom’s head is bobbing up and down on David’s lap. I already knew from being with them in mens showers and locker rooms that David had the longest dick among us when it was flaccid but based on the height my mother’s head was going that length wasn’t just for show. As if life hadn’t smiled on him enough he’d also been blessed with a big cock. It just wasn’t fair. Among the other members Brick’s was the fattest, Lucas’ a middle ground between Brick’s girth and David’s length, then Andrew and I tied for smallest.

“Oh my god you’ve got a big cock!” She whispers before turning her head to slurp up and down the side of his hard shaft.

David smirks. “Big huh?” Oh no! I could sense what was coming. “Bigger than Bobby’s dad?”

“Oh yes!” She answers instantly and without reservation. “So much bigger!” She sucks and pops off his knob and slaps it into her face. “Nice hard young cock. Mmmm! Bobby’s Dad could barely get it up for me by the time he left.”

The secondhand embarrassment on behalf of my father is yet another stinging lash across my wilted spirit. I pick up the bong, fumble with the lighter, and take a long deep hit of what was left in it. This time however the haze didn’t do anything to help numb life’s troubles.

David watches me over my mother’s bobbing head. “There you go Bobby. Smoke that weed as your Mama smokes my big cock.” I hold my breath, keeping the smoke in me as long as I could and letting out grunting little coughs. “Watch her earn her money like the obedient whore that she is.”

“Mmmmm!” Mom growls and sucks him harder and faster.

“You could have stopped this.” He says. “You could be supporting her. Being the man of the house. You could have accepted my offer. Hell, you could have stopped it with a mere five hundred bucks. But no…no Bobby, you just keep getting by as you are. I’ll be looking after her from here on.”

Not only do the others not defend me, they don’t even look at me, as if embarrassed to be in the same room as me. I let the smoke out in a big billowing cloud and cough meekly. “Fuck…you.”

David laughs and quips right back. “No, fuck her.” Looking down at her he says. “The big man here has had a hell of a crush on you Brenda. How about another two hundo to make the guy’s dream come true?” He smiles over to Brick confident in the answer. “My treat.”

Brick is flummoxed by the unexpected offer. He looks back and forth between David and Mom wondering if his boyhood wet dream was really about to come true.

Mom glances over at the thick bulge tenting Brick’s shorts, looks up at his gawping face, and simply nods her approval. After a few more slurps and up and down she mutters. “Don’t cum inside though.”

“Yes Ma’am!” He grins like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Oh Brick.” I sigh with disappointment.

“Sorry man.” He says. Sorry he might be but he wasn’t about to let this chance pass him by.

“What about us!?” Andrew protests.

“Pay your own way.” David says sharply. “This isn’t a charity.”

“I ain’t paying no two hundred for an fat old housewife! Fifty at most.”

Taking it upon himself to negotiate for her David says to Lucas and Andrew. “One hundred each, that will take it up to a grand.” He grabs the back of her head and thrusts up into her mouth. “Not bad for a day’s work, eh Brenda?”

“GLLRGH!” She was too busy struggling with his suddenly deep thrusting cock to answer. Her hands were planted down into the cushions of the couch trying her best to control how deep he went.

“Fuck it!” Lucas says. “I’m in. Sorry Bobby.” As if he were sorry, there was never a doubt he’d let the chance for poon pass him by.

Not wanting to be left out Andrew relents. “Aww, alright. Only because it’s Mrs Bellamy though.”

“What do you say Brenda?”

“Glllnngh!” She gags as she raises a hand to show a thumbs up.

“Atta girl.” Again that strange look comes over David as he strokes her hair possessively. She was arousing her new boss in more ways than simply giving him head. “Alright boys.” He says. “Stand her up. Let’s spit-roast this slut.”

As one the other three stand, Andrew’s shorts falling to his ankles. Six strong grasping hands reach down to manhandle my mother. They are all over her! Lifting her to her feet they surround her. Brick, towering over the rest, fills his hand with a breast and buttock. He squeezes them hard and massages them in his huge grip. Lucas lays a spank across her other ass cheek and pinches the nipple of the other tit. Andrew’s left hand grabs her hair and his right goes straight for her hairy pussy. With no subtlety or build up whatsoever he begins to roughly rub and finger her cunt.

“Guhh!” She gasps and her eyes roll as the three men less than half her age fondle and grope her soft naked flesh. Their grabbing, pinching, swatting, clawing, and pulling hands explore every inch of her. Their fingers push deep into the pale yielding flesh, their slaps send ripples through her soft body. They lift her tits and grip them hard before letting them drop to bounce and sway heavily. Mom’s cheeks are pink with a hot blush, her bliss filled eyes looking around from one rough young man to the next. Men she’d known since they were boys. Men who she could remember as youths coming for sleepovers and sitting in this very room playing video games as she served snacks and drinks. These lads grown into their prime and manhandling her like they owned her. “Hahhhh!”

“Holy fuck, this bitch is WET!” Andrew laughs as he suddenly finger bangs her furiously and a wet squelching fills the air.

Smack! Lucas lays another stinging spank on her ass. “She loves it.”

“Ohhhh yes!” She says breathlessly. Her eyes glance my way, filled with shame and lust in equal measure. “Look away Bobby.” She pleads.

“Don’t you dare.” David says as he stands tall, his rock hard nine inch jutting up from him like a pillar of power. “I want him to see this. If this doesn’t get through to him nothing will.”

I stay and I watch. Not out of obedience but because I felt powerless to do anything else. My body and mind seemed disconnected. The betrayal, the humiliation, the super strong reefer, all of it combined had rendered me paralyzed. But the worst part, the VERY worst part, was the hard-on straining in my shorts. The most shameful boner of my life. Passionless, joyless, wretched but as stiff as it had ever been.