You drink too much, and Mom even further

The rest of the night passes in a liquor-soaked blur. At some point, you stop worrying about keeping things in control, and start worrying about letting Cassidy have all the fun.

Four shots later, you barge past the partygoers who're still lined up in front of the gloryhole closet. Unlocking the door, you throw it wide to reveal your mother.

The fat, kneeling bimbo is absolutely coated with cum, a thick layer covering almost every inch of her naked body. She was supposed to collect it all in the plastic lemonade jug squashed between her huge tits, but plenty of it missed its mark. Also, in the pitch-dark closet she failed to notice when the jug became full: it's overflowing with white goo, which is spilling down her belly.

While she supports the jug with one hand, the other has three cookies sandwiched in it. They're dripping with spunk too, and the moment her mouth is free of cock she jams them inside.

Chewing and swallowing, she blinks in the sudden light. "M-Marcush? Wuh--I wash shucking--"

That's all she gets out before you pounce on her, jamming your own rod balls-deep in her mouth. She chokes a little on the cock, leftover cum, and bits of cookie, but soon manages to deepthroat you just like she has so many of your guests.

"Dirty fatass slut," you grunt, driving her backwards with your strokes until her head is pressed against the back wall of the closet. "...I'll give you something to eat..."

"Dude, I was almost done!" You look up to see a few faces peering in from the hallway, and none of them look too happy.

"I had next! You skipped the line!"

"My mom, my rules," you say, giving them a dismissive wave.

"That's not fair--"

"Fuck, fine." With that you pull out of your mom's lips, grab her by the shoulders, and throw her face-first out into the hallway. She lands on all fours, her big, round ass still in the closet.

"Muh? What's happen--Uumph!" The impatient guests waste no time. All three move forward, erections at the ready... And two of them thrust right into your mom's slack-jawed mouth.

"Dude, back off," one of the young men says, elbowing the other.

"Naw, fuck that, I was here first!"

After a few moments of struggling, they resign themselves to sharing Mom, stretching her lips wide as both of their cockheads fill her mouth and jockey for position in her throat. You aren't too interested in watching, though, as you drunkenly line up your own member to fuck her ass.

"I'm gonna nut in your butt," you giggle, spitting on your mother's asshole before rubbing your tip against it. "Nnghh... Take my nut, butt-slut..."

If Mom has any problem being treated like this, she doesn't voice it. Maybe that's because she's been drinking the occasional stream of piss from the guests (and your idiot brother), or maybe it's simply because her mouth and throat are too full to utter even the smallest moan of protest. Either way, you sheathe your cock in her ass and start humping like it's your job.

Your memory gets a little fuzzy after that, but you recall someone bringing the three of you shots, which you clink'n'drink over your mother's gyrating back. The threesome moves into the living room, then becomes a foursome as some nasty fucker crawls under your mom and fills her pussy; whoever it was, he must have been okay with being half-smothered beneath her chubby, jizz-covered body.

Soon she's jacking guys off, then getting flipped over for some new angles and a titfuck... At some point one of Cassidy's friends takes a break from facefucking to pour a shot of tequila into her mouth, then complains about the burning as he forces it down with his cock.

Occasionally you remind people not to cum inside her mouth, encouraging them to use other holes or give her a facial instead... But for the most part, you let yourself get caught up in the filthy, animalistic orgy. You don't bat an eye as your sorta-friend Timmy, the class clown since Elementary school, approaches Mom with the jug of cum she collected while working the glory hole. He pours it onto her cleavage while jerking off, singing "what can I say, except, you're welcome" all the while. After adding his own load to the mess, he throws the pitcher out the nearest open window...

...And you hear a yelp of surprise as it nearly hits the person walking up the driveway. That turns out to be your father, home earlier than expected. He walks into the crowded living room a minute later, arms limp at his sides: his briefcase in one, and the cum-stained pitcher in the other.

Dad takes one look at the pile of young men fucking his fat, sticky, half-conscious wife. His face is frozen and unreadable as he drops both the pitcher and the briefcase in the middle of the floor, turns on his heel, and heads for the stairs. He slowly makes his way up them, shimmying around the step where your buddy Peter is fucking his annoyed-looking sister.

That's all you can remember, but according to some of the slightly-more-sober partygoers, you cum in Mom's ass five times before passing out. Someone helps you upstairs, where you sleep it off while the dozen-ish guys who are still standing take turns with your mother.

When you wake up to take a leak and hear the party still going, you wonder whether they're letting her drink any loads. If so, you'll get up tomorrow to find one hell of a pissed-off fatty fucktoy... And if not, you'll wake up to an even bigger mess than expected.