#violation

The Shape

It didn’t take long for your mom to realize that there was something wrong with her pumpkin spiced latte. She shot up and ran to the kitchen window. Her friend, who hadn’t been able to drink as much of her’s due to her diligence at carving away at her jackolantern, looked over at your mom, shocked and terrified at her sudden change in mood and behavior.

“What’s wrong!?”

Your mom fell to the floor. She began pressing her forehead to the ground and groaning as her big ass stuck up in the air. “Get out of here! Run!”

Your mom’s friend was full of questions, but she knew she had no time to ask any of them and she shot up, causing your kitchen chair to bounce out from under her ass, fall backwards, and smash the glass face of the stove. She ran out towards the front door. Your mom groaned behind her before going silent completely. Your mom’s friend heard a thud sound, but she didn’t turn around to look. If she did, she would have seen your mom lying face down on the kitchen rug.

Your front door got closer and closer. Her stomach was turning. Not just from the events occurring behind her, but because of a sudden chemical reaction bubbling from within her. The door leading to the outside world away from this claustrophobic nightmare was only an arm’s length away. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared behind the glass. Your mom’s friend stopped cold.

The door opened.

“Oh, thank god, it’s you!” She exclaimed.

You stepped into your house, smiling.

“Look.” She pointed to your mom lying face down in the kitchen. She looked back up at your shocked face.

You approached your mom and got down on your hands and knees. She was out like a light. “Go to the bathroom. We need water!” You demanded from your mom’s friend as she stood sheepishly by the front door.

She ran down the hallway and snapped on the bathroom light. She emptied the cup full of toothbrushes and she turned on the tap. As she stood there, with her fingers on the cold water handle, it occurred to her that she could have gotten water from the kitchen, but she forgot about that under all her panic and stress.

When the cup was full she ran out into the hallway, leaving the tap running, and rushed toward the light of the kitchen.

When she turned the corner, she gasped, dropping the cup to the floor, causing it to spill its contents at her feet.

Sitting there in front of her, on the kitchen floor in front of the sink, was a body that she recognized well enough. But what startled her wasn’t the body of her friend, it was her head. Because right where your mom’s familiar face should have been was instead a jackolantern, grinning back at her mockingly.

She twisted around to run in the opposite direction, probably in an attempt to get to the front door through the living room, avoiding running past your mom’s garrish appearance in the kitchen.

As soon as she turned around, a tall fleshy figure stepped out from the hallway. She screamed. But the shape’s hand shot out and grabbed her mouth. Then he wrapped his arms around her little frame and pulled her towards his naked body. Naked from the neck down. She looked up at him with eyes that screamed what her mouth couldn’t. He looked down at her. His horribly calm eyes behind his white, featureless mask.

He pushed her back into the kitchen. She fell to the floor on her ass. He approached her. His hard member swinging freely at her face level. She tilted her head back with horror as the cock swung inches in front of her face, a pendulum of sweaty flesh. “Open up,” said the voice. It was a horrible, horrible voice. She shook her head. He grabbed her cheeks and pressed them with his thumb and his forefinger, causing her mouth to pop open comically as she tried to shake her head free, looking almost as if she was shaking her head in the negative to the idea that any of this was really happening.

The shape was finally able to stabilize her head. She braced herself for that hard cock to enter her throat. When suddenly, instead, a warm liquid spilled into her mouth from above. It tasted like pumpkin-spice.

The shape stood over her with her latte cup and tilted it until there was nothing left. She coughed up a little bit, but he let her go. She tried to get up and run, but her legs failed her and she fell down right into your mom, who look down at her with that mockish jackolantern face. Your mom’s friend turned around just as the shape got to her. He grabbed her by her jaw and placed his other hand on the back of her head, then he pressed her face down towards your mom’s crotch.

She whimpered there for what felt like an eternity to her. Until, the whimpering stopped. He let go of her and her head sprang back up and rested itself on the sink drawer next to your mom’s. Their bodies were pressed into each other. Your mom’s friend finally looked peaceful, and your mom’s big orange head, over her soft tanned body, smiled ridiculously into the silence of the kitchen. Sex Hilarious.

The shape grabbed her first, and dragged her by her bare ankles. Her head tilted to the side as it dragged along the kitchen tiles and smiled at the third victim, lying face down underneath the kitchen table. She kept looking over in that direction as her legs were lifted up into the air, and her shorts were pulled up the length of her legs, passed her bare feet. Her smiling jackolantern face remained the same as her panties were removed the same way. The man then lifted her up by her legs, causing her jackolantern helmet to fall off and roll on the ground towards her friend. She was now completely bottomless in the same room with her son and her best friend. It was a surreal moment that they weren’t both awake to witness. Nor was she awake in order to know it was happening to her.

The shape hoisted her body on top of the kitchen table. He seemed to be driven by one thing, completely ignoring the son below the table, and the woman to his right.

He titled his head slightly to the side as he examined his victim’s bare ass. Fascinated by it as it sat motionless. He reached over and grabbed the paint brush and little black box of paints. He placed them next to the big naked ass. They looked like a strip of cabins next to a mountain. He opened up the box. He started with the black. Paint drips fell to the floor as he worked above. First it was black paint, and then it was orange. When he was done, he pushed your mom over to the side of the table and picked up her friend. He stripped her naked the same way he did your mom and placed her faced down on top of the kitchen table, her big bare ass side-by-side with your mom’s.

He began on her ass after staring at it curiously for a few moments.

When he was done, the paint box fell to the floor. He carried one woman at a time, down the steps in the kitchen that led to the garage. He opened the garage door, where there was a big grey van backed up right to where the garage ended. He placed your mom in first, face down. Then he came back again through the damp garage air with your mom’s friend. But your fate wasn’t to be put in that back seat with them. Instead he just closed the door, got into the driver seat, and left without shutting the garage.

Only one person saw anything. A girl from your school, walking home just then, saw a naked man in a white mask with a fully erect cock getting into the driver seat of that van. She rushed off quickly, creeped out by the sight. But because she didn’t see any more than that, she didn’t do anything about it. It didn’t even occur to her to tell any of her friends that day. They wouldn’t believe her. The thing that creeped her out most was just as this man was climbing into the driver seat of the van, he noticed her. He looked right at her and didn’t break eye contact. His black eyes peered at her, into her, and she turned off to rush away.

Many more people saw the creepy, gray van as it passed by with its night-black tinted windows and thick mist-like exhaust. None of them could see the driver, who stared ahead in his mask as he drove past the orange glow of Halloween displays and decorations, driving at exactly the speed limit, no more, no less, with no apparent doubt in his mind about where he was headed. They also had no way of seeing the contraband he was carrying in his back seat: Two asses, jiggling about with each brake and turn, naked but for the orange and black paint that cast a garrish looking jackolantern, smiling at the roof of the van, on each luscious ass. Sex Hilarious.

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A figure, large and ominous was walking about the farmyard. He was towering and bulky with muscle. He looked around, startled by every little noise. He had seen this farm with its shed every few days driving past it to get to work. He had no clue he would ever be standing here one day, especially not after being invited here by a note shoved into his back pack at some random point in the day. 

“It’ll be worth your while. You have nothing to lose… but your head.” is how the message ended. He thought it was ridiculous at the time, though the promises the letter made intrigued him. But now that he was here, he couldn’t shake the feeling like he was being watched by someone. Or something. Either way, he wasn’t going to cut and run. Just in case he really was being watched. He didn’t care what little Halloween trick had been prepared for him, he was going to wear his flat, emotionless poker face like a man.

And he’d shake off any indication that the promise made by the note not being made good on was upsetting to him. He’d hide that, even though in his heart of hearts, he was hoping deeply that it would be true.

The weather was crisp and cold, chilling him inside and out.

He took a few modest steps under the eaves of the barn. His pace was slower now. His eyes fixated on the many spidery shadows of the barn, knowing each one could be a hiding place for something he didn’t want to see. He went a few meters forward, then doubled back cautiously, as if he missed something.

Then suddenly, his eyes went wide. He saw something through the corner of his left eye. Something moving. He slowly turned his head to see a jackolantern. Just a jackolantern. He took a sigh of relief. It was all in his head. “You’re being a pussy,” he thought to himself, punitively.

Then he noticed something strange about the jackolantern. Not only was it clearly not a real jackolanter, it was a painted jackolantern on the face of something. Something that was not only resting on a pile of hay in a way that defied gravity, but something that was fleshy and was…. breathing.

He stood there, petrified as stone, not knowing what to do. Afraid to approach the two orange faces smiling ominously at him, and afraid to walk away. And that’s when one of them moved, and he could see the golden-brown flesh colored canvas it was painted on peeking out from behind the hay. And then he realized what he was looking at.

A woman’s ass.

Two of them.

And on top of the hay was another note for him.

He picked it up and read it. It said: “I told you it would be worth your while to come here. But one demand if you want to live. Hump all you want, but no peeking inside in the hay. I have a million eyes and they’re all watching you. Just know that these are two girls you’ve seen before. If you don’t hump away, you’re also dead.”

Chills went up and down his spine. His mouth was dry. But as long as this mystery person was being honest, he had nothing to worry about. As curious as he was to put two faces to these two asses, he could restrain himself if it meant life or death. And he definitely didn’t need to be threatened to start humping away. He had had sex with 3 girls in his life up to this point. His girlfriend, her sister, and her best friend. He was more than happy to up his number to 5 within seconds of each other.

He stripped his pants from his ass and let his cock, still hard through all his apprehension and fright, hang loose. He then, pressed his cockhead and shaft deep into the pussy, or mouth, of one of the jackolanterns, groaning with pleasure as he did. Then he pulled it out back into the cold October air, stepped over a bit to the left, and after taking a second to feel the pussy out with his cock head, plunged his trembling cock head and shaft deep into the warm pussy of the second jackolantern. His number was now 5. Now that that was out of the way, he could really enjoy himself.

He was sweating and trembling all over, even in the cold air, and he removed all his clothing before giving his shaking hard dick shelter within the haunted house of this mystery girl’s pussy. His right butt cheek twitched with pleasure as he did. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.” he said, voice breathless and shaking.

His cock going in and out of the jackolantern’s mouth should have been a familiar visual to him, but this connection was lost on him in that moment. He had caught one of his classmates in a room at a Halloween party years ago, sitting half naked on a bed, fucking the mouth of a jackolantern in the darkness. The whole party had a laugh at this guy’s expense when they bursted the door open on him to laugh after they were told about what was happening.

He was too overwhelmed by his ominous fear at the absurdity of his situation and glorious pleasure at this big ass and tight pussy on his hard prick to make these connections with events that happened in Halloweens past.

He wanted to see their faces so bad. Part of him almost thought it was worth the risk to take a peek as he switched from one ass to the other. “Ohhhhhh” he said aloud as he pressed his dick into the other pussy, “this one is so much better than the other one.” He kept pumping away at the mystery woman. He didn’t care if she was the ugliest woman he knew. He wanted to know who she was. Whose pussy he was violating right now.

He was about to get his answer.

“Aaaaggghhhhhh!”

Your mom and her friend burst out from under the hay.

His balls tightened up, and he almost came from the thrill of it all. Luckily he held on. The sudden jolt, triggering his fight or flight mechanism a bit, didn’t stop his pelvis from humping. And even through the sense of terror, he only took seconds to realize who he was looking at.

It was your mom and the pumpkin fucker’s mom. The revelation coming all at once almost made him cum again, and again he held on. Which was good, as now he wanted to fuck these two asses even more. The doped up eyes and mouths on their pretty faces looked back at him lazily. Your mom’s sweet pussy and fleshy ass felt so much better with her pretty face looking back at him. She was Hally Berry with a better body.

He was fucking the ass of the mom whose son he dominated at school. And Jackolantern Fucker’s mom’s bare ass was naked just next to her. They had been made into Halloween decorations by this mystery figure and handed over to him. Not only was he now free to fuck Jackolantern Fucker’s mom’s jackolantern, but he was free to take the sweet candy pussy from your mom to make up for the one Halloween he had to go without candy on because he beat you up for yours that night and you ran to your mom crying. He still remembers scowling at her from the kitchen as his parents handed her two pillowcases worth of candy, as you sat in the car crying.

He watched her brown legs and protruding butt in her Pirate costume skirt as she walked off. He knew he’d get her revenge on her one day.

He helped the women out of the hay once they started struggling to move around, completely forgetting what the note told him. He wanted to see their nakedness in all its glory.

Recognizing the effects of Blue Velvet in them, he knew that they’d be extremely vulnerable to suggestion.

“Shake your asses for me girls.” he demanded, cooly.

He watched their fat ass flesh wobble in the fresh October air, wondering if what he was looking at were two evil spirits, clothed in forms they knew would be the most appealing to him. After all, how could have this turned out so well?  And as turned on as he was, he couldn’t shake the feeling that that was exactly what was happening to him. The eerie faces on the asses didn’t help. They looked like they were laughing.

He could almost hear it.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,” mockingly.

It was coming through so high-pitched and clear within his head. It was almost as if now he knew that was what was happening. But his cock didn’t falter in its rigidity. It stood strong and proud. He was still overcome with excitement and lust, and the only thing that scared him more than the thought of these asses opening up and swallowing him whole, was the possibility that it wasn’t those two loser’s moms he was fucking.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

And even if these two ghosts or creatures or whatever they were had disguised themselves in the exact image of what these two women’s naked bodies actually looked like, the thought that it wasn’t actually them he was violating in this moment was horrifying.

He reached out and grabbed your mom’s ass. Then he put his finger in between her opening and closing butt cheeks. Oh, they were so warm and soft. He took a sigh of relief, because in the moment he knew these thoughts were only shadows from the dark corners of his paranoid mind.

He was replacing the positive unbelievable reality with a negative unbelievable reality. He had no reason to do that. The truth of what was actually happening was crazy enough for him not to make up any more wild tales.

All at once, the witch cackling from their asses stopped as their asses stopped shaking.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread at the two rictus grinning jackolanterns looking up at him. He saw a hose sitting over to the side.

“Okay, shake those asses girls.”

He played with his cock as he sprayed the two giant fleshy butts in front of him. He grinned evilly at his victory over these imaginary spirits. And with quite the show. The jackolantern faces began to fade and he could feel a darkness being lifted.

Their asses were just regular asses, not the faces of demons. If there were any real ghosts or spirits working to steer anyone’s fate this Halloween, they were working in his favor.

The Shape that brought him here watched from the darkness of the barn as he washed off the two naked bodies. The Shape’s eyes stood emotionless and black behind his white mask. His body stood still, all of it, but for his neck, which tilted his head sideways as he watched. A spider crawled across his face. He didn’t react. He just watched with his black eyes. Motionless. But for his chest as he breathed and his naked cock as it twitched.

The man he was watching enjoyed your mom’s ass, completely unaware that he was being watched. He forgot completely. All knowledge and fear had left on a black stagecoach being dragged by the power of your mom’s fat ass. Your mom’s ass had that effect on people even when they weren’t fucking her. 

The slap of your mom’s ass was drowned out by the sound of car engines, delivering little Frankenstein’s Monsters and Trolls to the city where they could collect bagfulls of candy.

And here, tucked away from that ritual, your mom kissed her friend’s ass as it rode your bully’s cock. And when he wanted to know what your mom’s pussy tasted like, all he had to do was ask.

His tongue invaded every part of your mom’s pussy.

Would it have made you proud to know that your mom’s ass was the one he decided to bust his warm load on? Because that’s what he did. And he left it there, along with her friend’s, sitting naked on that Halloween evening, just as the trick or treaters had hit their first few houses, and the goblins and ghouls rose from the dirt to make the night’s mischief complete.

The Shape watched as your classmate left. Moments later, he got into your family van and drove back to your house. Trick-or-treaters littered both sides of any street he drove down.  It was dark at this point, so he was able to exit the van in the cover of darkness. He rounded the corner of your house and walked along its wall, around to the back.

He disappeared into the blackness.

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You walked down your hallway with your hand running through your hair which had been matted with sweat. You felt like you were on a drug. You had this hazy feeling, an unreal sensation, as if you had just woken up from the most unbelievable dream you’ve ever had. One that felt too real to be a dream.

As you walk into the living room, headed towards your kitchen, you stop cold. You see someone in the corner of your eye.

You gulp.

You look over slowly

Your mom’s friend’s son is sitting on the couch, holding a jackolantern in his hands. He looks up at you, emotionless with plain.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” you ask.

He just looks at you confused. “I… I don’t know. I think… I don’t know what’s going on.”

You shake as you look at him. He wasn’t in any normal state of mind. “Would you like a ride home?”

He looks up at you again, with a stare a thousand miles deep. “Yeah… I think so. But… my mouth is dry. Can I get water first?”

You sheepishly nod your head and duck into the kitchen. As the tap runs, he slowly rotates the jackolantern in his lap until it’s looking up at him. It’s smiling face garrishly laughing up at him.

You come back from the kitchen, looking back into it at all the paint on the floor, the tossed chair, your mom’s clothing on the table, and the discarded pair of panties. You look back at him, trying to look calm as to not draw his attention toward the fact that you noticed something strange had happened in our kitchen.

You hand him his water. You head back to your room. Cold October air blows in through your open window. You grab the keys to the van from your dresser. You get him into your van and you drive him down through the dark Halloween night streets, witch, ghosts, goblins and vampires on all sides around you in the darkness, all averaging about 3 feet tall. He’s staring off into space. You gulp deeply.

And then suddenly, he begins laughing.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

You keep your eyes straight ahead, as sweat trickles down from your forehead.

“Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaa…”

He stops laughing only to stare off into space.

You were finally in front of his house, and the weight you had felt on your shoulders felt like it was being lifted. “Trick or treat!!” is what you hear from the 4 kids standing on his porch. Nobody answers because nobody is home.

He steps out of the car and says goodbye. Good was an understatement. And he brushes awkwardly past the kids on his stoup and disappears into the blackness of his house. You take a deep breath, relieved, and you drive off.

His blinds were wide open, with the orange glow from outside spilling into what would otherwise be stark darkness. He sits down on his couch, with thin rays of orange light projecting themselves at him, illuminating horizontal stripes of his person.

He breaths deeply in the dark.

“Why was I there?” he asks himself. “How did I get there?” He tried to retrace his steps. But it was hard, because after somehow remembering that he had gone over there to see his mom before heading home, his footsteps led to a black oblivion of thought, though not completely of sensation, as he remembers a strange other-wordly feeling, maybe in his gut, as if something foreign and wrong had entered him. And then he was on that couch, with that jackolantern in his hands.

No, wait. That’s not where and when he woke up. He remembers picking the jackolantern off the kitchen floor. The kitchen floor that was littered with paint and a pair of panties.

“And I… I woke up….”

He thought about it hard, trying to remember.

Suddenly it clicked.

“I woke up under the kitchen table.”

3 kids: 1 Witch and 2 Devils approached his front door. The large black windows and lack of light on the porch loomed down at them. Their pillow cases were tight in their hands.

Inside, as he sat on the couch trying to piece it all together, he felt something strange in his stomach. And then a familiar terror, something in his gut. And that’s when he realized it. “THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THAT WATER!!”

The 3 kids stopped short, their mouths open, milliseconds away from calling “trick or treat!” They fled from the dark house and the horrors that awaited them inside.

Inside, he lay on his back, passed out on his couch, seconds after shooting upwards and suddenly losing strength and thought, until all that was left was a black nothingness and he fell back down onto the couch. Nothing but a black nothingness. A black nothingness and that feeling in his gut.

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You feel a bit nervous as you head to your washroom. You hear kids yelling “Trick or Treat!” outside but you ignore them.

You look at yourself in the washroom mirror, feeling giddy and strange, and you hear a strange buzzing noise in your ears. It’s constant and unceasing. Like running water. You look down to see the tap is on, and you and your mom’s toothbrushes are lying in the sink. You put your hands under the cold water. Orange and black paint run down the drain.

“Trick or treat!” again from outside.

You shut off the tap and head for your room.

The night wind is blowing the curtains in, making a subtle whistling noise. You close the window, shutting yourself off from the ghastly fun going on all around the neighborhood. You sit on your bed, with your back resting on the head rest, staring at yourself in your mirror. You look exhausted.

An image flashed in your mind. A rustic door frame, surrounded by darkness and itself surrounding an image that was green, white, yellow, orange and brown and constantly moving. You smile at your reflection.

You then freeze as you notice something out of the corner of your eye. A face. You look over to your right to see it, waiting for you on your pillow. White, emotionless, void of features. You put it on and look at yourself in the mirror. You look down at your rock hard cock. You still had orange and black paint on it from earlier. It had dropped onto your toes too. And the bottom of your right foot, as you could see in your mirror, had the black leftover from the top of your accelerator and brake, and little dirty strands of hay littered your bed around your feet.

You stroke your cock as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your black eyes, emotionless, driven, blank. Looking less like a human, and more like a…

… a shape.

You tilt your head to the side.

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Epilogue

Two big brown asses sitting out in the cold, surrounded by the pitch-black night. Illuminated only by the circumference of light propped up by two white candles, each protruding from one’s asshole. The two brown asses of two friends, sitting within two overlapping circles of visibility and warmth in a night without either. Hot candle wax spills from each, landing in the crevice between two butt cheeks.

The asses sit there. Brown cheeks, brown thighs, brown lower back, but no brown faces can be seen. A wolf howls in the night.

The wind blows, and the candles are snuffed out, leaving the illimitable blackness to swallow all.

Bluvelvet99: Bronze Era Classic  

Originally published March 30, 2014

Toys in the Sandbox

You were at a house party. It was being held by a family friend who was your age. You didn’t like him very much. You never have. But your mom convinced you that the both of you should go. She said that it wasn’t right to not show up to his big special day, but you could tell her real concern was for you to get out of the house and meet people for once in your life. 

Who knows, you could maybe find a girlfriend there or something. She also said she wanted to see the birthday boy now that he was all grown up. She‘s known him since he was little, and it’s been a few years since the last time she saw him.

As you sat in the car, watching the street lights pass in the night, you couldn’t believe you let her convince you to go to this stupid party. You were sure that nothing good, exciting, sexual, or romantic would happen to you that night. Your life sucked up to this point. Why would tonight be any different?  But regardless, you went to make your mom happy. You could never say no to her. The look on your face when you finally caved into her requests was always so heavenly it warmed you from your toes to your tummy.

When you finally got to the loud, crowded party, you sat in the corner and watched people be normal in a way that you just couldn’t muster. You especially watched your old “friend”, the birthday boy, hit on girls and brag about his accomplishments in life to them. It seemed so cocky, arrogant, and even fake. But nobody seemed to notice. Not even your mom. The girls listening to his tall tales watched with wide-eyes as his stories neared their tired punchlines, which somehow always seemed both predictable and unlikely.

But what could you do? What could you do other than watch as everyone there got drunker and drunker as the night went on, Including your mom, who was really tipping them back.

And then something funny happened. Something unexpected. Girls were approaching you, with smiles on their dimpled faces, and they were trying to get you to dance with them, much to your terror and joy. You kept replying to the negative whenever they did, almost reflexively, as if your fight or flight instinct was trying to save you from being mauled by tigers. But as the night wore on, the horrifying and uncertain novelty of finally being brought into the fold was starting to wear off, and you eventually gave in.

And then you approached the dance floor with something approaching confidence, and when you got there, and you began shaking to the music while holding them close, they  repaid your new act of courage by laughing at your dance moves. Some of them even pointed. You sulked back to your little corner shamefully where you swore to yourself that you would never dance again. This night really was going to be just like every other night in your boring, dull life. Why would you expect it to be any different? Fun, excitement, and erotic experiences and conquests were for other people. Not you.

You looked back up at the party around you, hoping nobody was looking back at you, then you drew your eyesight back to the floor, shook your head, and then-

Wait a second!

You looked back up.

You mom was talking to the birthday boy.

Well, there was nothing wrong with that of course. It would all be so perfectly innocent.

Except….

She was sitting on his lap.

She was leaned back with her head on his chest and his chin on the top of her skull. His big strong arms were wrapped around her waist. He was holding a plastic cup with beer in it out in front of the two of them, and every once in a while he would lift it to her face and she’d take a sip. Well… it was more than just a sip.

You’d pay close attention to the way her bubble but was mushed up against the welcoming groove in his pelvis. You could tell he had an erection by the miracle of your mom’s ass rippling subtly every few seconds while his cock was satisfied face every time this happened. Your mom’s face showed no sign of knowledge regarding what was happening beneath her. At least not at first. Not until she cracked a smile and looked back at him with a peculiar naughtiness in her eyes. You’ve never seen that look on her gorgeous face before. It was like seeing a completely new woman.

You could tell that the cock he was packing impressed her. How big that thing must have grown since she knew him as a kid. And imagine how he must have felt with that legendary ass (one that probably shaped his sexual discovery in his formative years) with it’s fleshiness swallowing his hard cock and all its active nerve-endings.

Your mom wasn’t the only person impressed. You couldn’t believe how much it aroused you to see someone you hated since childhood now taking your mom in this fashion. You knew you should step up to the plate to stop this, it was the manly thing to do, but the strong cocktail of fear and arousal kept you glued to your seat, wherever this ride was headed.

The birthday boy and your mom continued like this while chatting with each other, and to nearby house guests.  After about an hour, your mom was completely plastered. She was a hot, affectionate, giggly mess. A sweet, condensation drenched, low-hanging fruit, that smelled like cherry and vodka, ripe for the picking. 

And your “friend” was eager to capitalize. And capitalize he did. While your mom was sitting on your lap looking like she was in love, he grabbed her top, with his index finger in between her cleavage. Your mouth hung open as you wondered if he was going to do it.

He did.

He pulled her top down, exposing her tits to his crowded basement.

She tried to pull her shirt and bra back up, but he put his arms in the way as an obstacle and kept forcing her shirt down every time she made progress, while moving his head from side to side as if to say no, until she finally gave up. Then he grabbed her right breast, squeezed it and leaned over her shoulder and began kissing it.

Everyone was cheering and laughing at this wild spectacle and taking pictures. He was groping both tits hard and passionately, and she was in too much drunken bliss and excitement to realize it was a bad idea to let him continue. You’ve never seen tits before, so even though they were attached to you mom you couldn’t help but get a little bit turned on seeing them. You saw what all the fuss was about.

Those two round glorious things lived underneath the very roof you did since the day you were born, and it was only now that you were seeing just how glorious they were. And to make it more surreal, you were one of dozens of guys to see them for the first time, all at once, all in this loud, crowded, smokey, liquor stained basement.

But the night was young, and the strangeness contained within it had just gotten started. Things started to escalate quickly. So quickly, you couldn’t believe you were there to witness it. You watched, totally riveted, as he removed her pants and panties, with only token objecting from her, and after removing his own pants, he began pumping away at your mom from behind. Everyone was cheering and you could feel the energy of the crowd, and the warmth of being in a room with people who all felt that same ethereal wave. Guys were getting jerked off by their girlfriends as they watched this. You realized how much you wished you had a girlfriend in that moment, just so she could sit beside you and play with your cock, which was now harder than it had ever been in your life.

You could feel the sense of community in the room and suddenly you understood why people held parties. You continued watching in glee, and then suddenly you felt something on your prick. It was something warm. Warm and soft. It was a hand. A woman’s hand.

“i’ve been watching you all night, and now you’re mine.” you looked over and it was a girl. A cute one too. You were shocked as she pulled the cock out of your pants and began playing with it. You had never even kissed a girl before, other than your mom on her cheek. You had never even hugged a girl other than your mom, when you could feel her big tits hidden in her shirt pressed against your skinny chest, the same tits that were across from you in that basement bouncing around liberally as she was being fucked.

And now here you were, getting a hand job form a girl you haven’t even met before. You had felt what her hand felt like on your crotch before even seeing her face. It felt amazing. She told you to keep your eyes ahead and watch “the show,” as she called it.

She was asking you questions the whole time, eager to get to know the guy she was giving a free handy to. Some questions were personal, some informal. She seemed really into you. Shockingly into you. She wanted to know your name, your age, how you knew the host, you favorite song, when the last time you cried was. She was so cool. You couldn’t believe anybody, never the less a woman, would ever feel these things toward you. You and your mom were having the time of your lives, as was everyone else. Especially your family friend, who was being cheered on, as he grunted and grinned, fucking your mom’s ass while groping her big, naked, brown, breasts and kissing her passionately.

He had waited years to fuck her. It had only been a fantasy until tonight. Just jerkoff fodder that had now become a hard as concrete reality with all his friends to witness it on the anniversary of the day he was brought into this world 19 years ago.

It was glorious. It was oh-so-perfect. Suddenly, the beautiful mysterious girl jerking you off asked “who is that woman? She’s beautiful.“

You replied with "she’s my mom.” You couldn’t get it out fast enough.

Suddenly the jerking stopped. A few guys and girls near you were looking at you. The only girl in your life stood motionless for a few seconds, your cock still in her petrified hand, then she got up and walked away in disgust. She went from being enamored with you to stonewalling you out of existence within only 10 minutes of you knowing her, leaving your hard cock out to dry. The 3 guys and 4 women who heard you say that that was your mom being fucked by the birthday boy up there looked down at your hard, twitching cock. One of them just shook his head and snorted.

But their attention was snatched away when your mom yelled out “i love you!!! Fuck me harder, baby!!!” Everyone started laughing. Your “friend” just looked at his audience, took his right hand off your mom’s hip, and, without her seeing, began twirling his index finger around his blushing ear, as if to say “this bitch is crazy,” much to the delight of all his friends.

Your mom wasn’t just jerk off material to everyone, but she was apparently also comic relief. “You’ve grown so big” she continued, “i feel like i raised you.”

That did it. You gear shifted to an even higher level of joy. A joy higher than what you felt with that pretty girl’s soft palm on your balls. You had nothing to be ashamed of. Who needs her hand anyway? Especially since you have your own. The people who heard you say that it was your mom being fucked began laughing when they turned over to see you jerking off your cock in complete ecstasy. There laughs had no effect on you. At least not a negative one.

The girl you were just with a few minutes ago was off in another corner, jerking off a new guy and kissing his neck passionately. He looked like he was in pure ecstasy. Pure ecstasy one level below yours.

“She doesn’t look so good!” broke your focus on your “ex’s” hand on that strange hard dick.

You looked over at your mom.

She looked sick. Oh no! She wasn’t going to, was she? She did. She started to throw up. Much to everyone’s delight. Luckily she was standing over the garbage. You didn’t realize she was this drunk. but it was obvious in hindsight. Why else would she be getting fucked in a room full of strange young people? She was probably out of her mind right now. How could you let that happen? It didn’t really matter. You weren’t going to stop it now. It was just getting good.

Your “friend” didn’t stop or slow down his pace as she was threw up. In between smirking, he made sudden euphoric facial expressions, likely because your mom’s pussy was tightening over his dick as she vomited into the empty black abyss just below her. You liked the sound your mom made when she puked. You found it strangely intimate the way a room full of men could hear a sound from your mom’s throat that would usually only be made in the privacy of her washroom. It was almost as if they were watching her take a crap. It was nice.

When she was finally done puking, your “friend” lowered her on all fours. The garbage can slid down to a horizontal position with her. He was on his knees now, fucking her like the animal he turned her into. The top half of her body was swallowed up by the garbage can, leaving only her waist, ass, thighs, calves, ankles, feet and toes exposed to her audience.

With each pump he pushed her deeper into that garbage can, until the can totally hid her golden, brown body from view. She must of had her hand and knees in her own vomit at this point. Everyone was laughing for the unrestrained insanity of this moment. So were you. Your cock was in heaven. And the people who knew it was your mom being fucked got double the joke, including your “friend” who was just smiling as he did this.

Eventually you could hear your mom puking from inside the garbage can. You could see the silhouette of her hand when she pressed it against the side, almost as if she couldn’t tell where she was and she was trying to escape her new prison. The whole thing must have reaked of her vomit. It was almost like she was trapped inside her own stomach. This made it even funnier and more arousing. Although, you did feel sorry for her. Not enough to come to her rescue though.

Your “friend” then pulled out of your mom’s pussy. Then he grabbed your mom by her calves and pulled her out of the garbage can in a motion that mirrored the visual of his cock coming out of her pussy. She came out with her face scraping on the bottom of the can. She had her own vomit all over her face and chest. A lot of it had soaked up into her shirt. Everyone laughed and took pictures. She was unbelievably confused.

The night continued on like this for so long that people no longer saw your mom getting fucked as novel or interesting. It was a like a regular party again, except it was one that had your mommy being fucked as background noise. You were the only one that didn’t have the magic wear out on. You could never tired of this. You watched intently as people passed through your line of sight, temporarily blocking you from seeing your mom get plowed. You were still beating off. especially not that other guys at the party were having their crack at her and her golden goodness. She was barely awake at that point, just a mumbling, sticky mess with her ass up in the air comically. They preferred her that way though. And so did you.

When your mom woke up the next morning, with her pants off and covered in puke and with cum on her face and ass, she didn’t remember the events of the night before. You told her that you didn’t either. Everyone else said the same thing. That might have been true in a few of their cases. It was a wild party after all. But half of them had photographic evidence on their phones to remind them. They didn’t show her of course. they’d rather play stupid and not implicate themselves in her violation.

Those pictures got around quickly. One of the pictures captured both your mom and “friend” fucking in the foreground with you in the background beating off in your pure bliss. It reminded you of a picture your mom had from years ago. It was stuck to your fridge with a magnet that looked like a school bus. The picture was of her, much younger - as old as you and your “friend” are today -  playing with you and your “friend” in a sandbox. Your “friend” had her attention. She was smiling while leaning over, examining the toy he had in his hands, smiling as her big tits almost cascaded out of her top and her big, round butt, firmer than it is now, stood up in the air. You were standing in the background, with your toy in your right hand, looking at them with a smile.

Your mom wanted you and her to go to that party to rekindle that past. The one you almost forgot about. In a weird way, she did rekindle it.

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