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I’ve wanted to put this into writing for some time but I don’t really know how or where to start. So I’ll just plow right into it and try to tell the story of how the last few months have become the dirtiest, sleaziest, sluttiest, sex-filled and sex-fulfilled period of my life, and how good it all felt.

The passion pumping, countless orgasms and doing so many things I’d never before dreamed of doing. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom I’d thought I was.

My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, five-feet-five-inches tall, one-hundred-and-twenty-pounds, nice tits that aren’t all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blonde hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so I’ve been told.

I have two kids: Ryan, twenty-two, and his sister Gina, eleven months younger. Their father and I divorced when they were in middle school. After their dad left, we were a pretty close family, and Gina and Ryan were very close considering they had lots of the same friends and were so close in age.

Gina looks like me, with a similar size and shape and is a senior in college. Ryan is tall and athletic, with brown hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes, and is nearing the end of his studies to become an architect. With them off to different schools and me on my own, we’ve drifted apart some in recent years.

I’ve dated a few men, but there was never any magic and they usually didn’t click very well with the kids. Once the kids were off to college I dated some younger guys, but that got old pretty quick. I am an educator at an art museum and there is never a shortage of young bohemians who want to score with an older chick. But I have a hard time staying interested in a young person who can’t name the four Beatles.

For a number of years, my life revolved around kids and work, and sex was often an afterthought. The story I’m about to tell you - how I entered this depraved, whorish, mad-fucking stage of my life - began a few months ago.

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I have a friend named Ronni. There is only one way to describe Ronni: black and beautiful. She’s an inch or so taller than I, thin and athletic, and her tits put mine to shame, bigger versions sitting up firm and high. She also has a shoulder-length frizz, but hers is not created in a salon, like mine, hers is what she calls ‘ebony chaos’. I find it stunning. I’ve known her for years, but we’ve become closer over time due to our similar interests. She works for one of the museum’s vendors so we’ve had plenty of interaction, which led to us seeing each other socially. She is divorced and has a grown son.

One of the things I liked about Ronni from the start was that she was so easy to talk to. She didn’t have a man in her life. Her ex was a loser and she was glad to be rid of the man-problem, so we bonded easily. We started meeting for a drink every week or two at a local pub and would talk about just about anything; it was okay for us to say anything.

We’d look at the young guys at the pub and quietly joke about them, were they any good in the sack, their penis size, their hideous shirt, the stupid hats they wore on their heads backwards, whatever. We’d laugh at them and flirt with them at the same time, just harmless fun. We’d laugh it up, then say good night and go home.

We talked about everything. Relationships, family, ex-husbands, guys we’d dated, you name it. While I’d tried relationships with younger guys, Ronni tended to just go the one-night stand route: pick up a young guy when she was horny, get her needs taken care of and move on. Gradually as we became more comfortable with one another, not to mention a drink or two or three, the jokes about the young men we’d see at the pub became more and more graphic.

One night we were seated in a booth and saw a clean-cut, good looking kid at the bar checking us out. Tall, blond handsome type, big blue eyes. Joe College.

“You know what we ought to do?” she said. “Take that boy home and fuck his lights out.”

“What? You can’t be serious,” I said. “He’s probably our sons’ age.”

“That don’t make no difference, girl,” she replied, shocked at my naïveté. “Every young man’s fantasy is to go to bed with two women. Shit, I bet that boy would go home with us right now and agree to paint my house if he could fuck the two of us!”

I felt myself blushing, so I took a gulp of my drink. “You have to be kidding, that boy?”

“Could be that boy, could be another. I’m just saying. You want to take him back to your place, have our way?”

Ronni could tell I was embarrassed.

She said, “Oh girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just here we are, two hot lookin’, salt and pepper cougars sitting here, young eyes always checking us out. They probably all wanna fuck us, and we always goin’ home alone. Seems like if it’s there for the takin’, we should take it. I say we go for it. What about you?”

I chuckled uneasily and demurred.

Ronni glanced at her watch, it was getting late. “Well, let me tell you. Usually, girls night is girls night, but tonight I’m making an exception. I don’t need a steady man, I been there, done that. But I do like some young cock every now and then, and that young man, who has one, is making eyes. If you won’t help me out I’ll have to do it on my own.” She took a pen out of her purse and began scribbling on a cocktail napkin.

Then she said, “I was hoping to fuck both of you, but I guess I’ll have to settle for college boy one-on-one.” Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my mouth. “Good night, Dawn,” she said. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

She rose from her chair and walked over to the young man and handed him the napkin. She said something, and then he looked up and nodded. She touched his arm, said something else and turned and walked out. A minute later the kid slurped down the rest of his beer and followed her out the door.

I finished my drink and paid the tab. I had goose pimples on my arms, felt a nervous, confused twirl in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was caused by my shock at how easily she had picked up College Boy, her kiss, or her saying she hoped to fuck me. I drove home in a daze, confused, surprised, jealous, embarrassed, turned-on and sopping wet. Once home in my bed, I closed my eyes and masturbated and fantasized about what might be going on in Ronni’s bed.

--

“I’m sorry,” Ronni said when she called the following night. “Sorry I ran out and made you uneasy. But I needed to get laid, you know? But anyway, you didn’t miss much, sista, that boy didn’t know what he was doing. Some bonehead jock with a little dick and zits on his shoulders. Finally, I just sat on his face and sent him on his way. What a dink!”

“You just told him to leave?” I asked.

“No, girl, I just walked out. I didn’t take that boy home, if I did that I’d never get rid of him! I booked a room at the Best Western right down the street. Was hopin’ to get you down there too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You sorry alright, that’s for sure,” she replied. There was a pregnant pause. Then she continued. “Look, I’m sorry too, but sometimes I get horny and need to get off. I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“I wasn’t offended. I guess I was just taken by surprise. I liked your kiss.”

“You did? Oh, Thank God, Lord knows I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“You have?” I asked with genuine surprise.

“Girl, what planet are you living on? I’ve been comin’ on to you, dreamin’ about sinkin’ my face into the Crack of Dawn for I don’t know how long! I know you’re not a prude, so what gives…”

There was dead silence.

“Listen, Dawn, sit tight, I’m coming over. I’m bringing drinks.”

I sat tight.

--

“So you’ve never had sex with a woman?” Ronni asked as she poured our daiquiris from a plastic jug. We had resumed our discussion and were seated side-by-side on the sofa. “But you liked our kiss?”

“No, I never really had sex with a woman, I always had a boyfriend. And yes, I liked your kiss very much,” I said. “When I got home I masturbated thinking about you and that college boy. But mainly about you.”

Ronni liked that. She went on to tell me that every now and then she’d rent a hotel room and then go out to a bar, pick up a young guy, sometimes two, and take them back to the room and take them around the world. Then she’d leave.

“But last night…” she said. “ I planned on it being both of us. I thought if we could share a man maybe we would…” Her voice trailed off. “May I kiss you again?” she asked.

We kissed, her large mouth taking me in, our tongues plunging, dancing, swirling, our arms clutched, our bodies close. I felt my nipples harden against her, I felt my pussy swell. I felt her hand between my legs.

When our lips parted I said, “I should have been with you last night…”

“Yes!” she said. “I wish you had been there. It would have been fucking awesome.” She started talking dirty. “You ever eat pussy and get fucked at the same time…?”

“Kiss me again,” I said, pulling her face to mine.

We kissed long and deep. It felt good. Our hands roamed a little, I felt her breasts and fine ass, but I was still so uptight. Ronni was smoother, and as the kiss went on her hand eased open my pants, her fingers parted my slimy lips and massaged my underused clit. I adjusted my hips, aiding her access, helping it happen. Her fingers delved deep inside me, pulling out an orgasm that had been buried inside me forever and I came with a gush.

I shuddered and shook as I recovered, and Ronni covered me with kisses. She tried like hell to get me naked and into bed but I resisted. What had happened was unexpected and wonderful but I was uneasy… What was next? I’d fucked a number of guys before but this was uncharted waters for me. Ronni was disappointed that we didn’t go to bed, but she seemed to understand. She told me just to do what felt right, what felt natural, it would all work out. There’s no rulebook.

We shared a long kiss at my front door and I felt her firm breasts pressing into mine, her hands squeezing my ass. As she was leaving, I knew we would be lovers. I just had to get used to the idea.

About twenty minutes later I was getting ready for bed and the phone rang. It was Ronni and she asked me out on a date, dinner on Tuesday night. I accepted of course.

On Tuesday she picked me up and we had dinner at a nice restaurant, with easy conversation about just about everything except what was happening between us, and some nice piano music as a backdrop. After dinner, we walked down by the lake and sat on a bench. We held hands and kissed a couple of times. When she took me home we kissed goodnight on my front porch. I asked her in but she said no, not tonight. She just said not to worry, that when I was ready for some black pussy we’d both know it.

Then she asked me out on another date. "Friday night, I’ll pick you up at seven."

I said, "Fine, what are we going to do?"

“It’s a surprise,” she said.

--

“So where are you taking me?” I asked Ronni, after we’d kissed and I’d gotten into the passenger side of her sedan.

“Girl, we’re going to a party. A party guaranteed to get our love buttons enlarged.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“It’s a sex party. Anything goes. You can watch or get involved or jerk off, whatever makes you happy. All girls. Well, mostly girls, anyway.”

“What does that mean? I don’t know about this…”

“Oh come on, Dawn, you gonna love this. Big bunch of women, all ages, watching male dancers gyrate around taking off their clothes and flopping their dicks in our faces.”

I laughed nervously and said, “I swear you are a bad influence on me!”

“Well, God knows I’m tryin’ to be, if you’d just cooperate! Let it go, girl, this will be fun.”

We got there and we went inside. The place was pretty big, a meeting hall of some kind, with some rectangular tables filling up with females of all ages, shapes and sizes. We got a pitcher of drinks at the bar and took them to two seats at the end of one table near the front.

In a few minutes the house lights dimmed, the spots came on and the pulsating music began. Strobe lights flashed. Out onto the floor came Batman and Robin. In full costume from their masks to their capes to their gloves to their boots. And they were incredible dancers, swerving and curving to the raucous beat. All the girls were hooting and hollering at them, moving with the beat, shouting out all kinds of encouragement and all the things they’d like to do to them.

After a few minutes, they jumped down from the risers and Batman pulled an embarrassed middle-aged woman out of her seat and walked her up to Robin. Soon this lady was unsnapping some until-then unseen snaps along Robin’s side, and in a heartbeat, off came Robin’s shirt. A hundred women screamed. Then Batman danced over our way and when he was about ten feet away, he pulled a young ebony hottie up by the hand and she helped him out of his shirt and now we had two topless superheroes dancing at opposite ends and all the women were getting louder and hornier.

“All right,” Ronni shouted, “Batman likes the sistas! That is one twerky motherfucker!”

Across the way, Robin’s tights were coming off with help from a chunky blonde, and he was dancing only in a mask, a cape, and his boots. Oh, and a skimpy, stringy, black and white striped thong that barely contained what looked to be a rather large slab of meat.

But I soon lost all interest in Robin because now Batman was now four seats away and his tights were being peeled off by a young Asian girl. Once the tights were off, Batman was reduced to a mask, cape, boots, gloves and his little black and white-striped thong. And dangling on a string from the front of the thong was a whistle! Batman’s package was dressed-up as a referee! Well, that Asian girl burst out laughing but in about a second and a half she was on her knees in front of Batman and was blowing his whistle.

Soon there was whistling coming from over in Robin-land too. Batman eased closer to our table and soon another gal was blowing, then a third, a fourth and so on. Batman was kissing one girl, another one was blowing his whistle and a third one was running her fingers all over his bare ass. And Batman kept moving to the beat with sexy agility.

My eyes were on his referee suit, because it was obvious Batman was very well-endowed, and his meaty mass was growing inside that little pouch. Before long, some chick was brave enough to yank it off and out popped his massive member. It was only half erect but still, it was huge. As we watched, he moved toward us while receiving various kisses and licks, and soon his cock was long, thick and hard.

Batman was about six feet tall and slim, and that rod looked like a horse dick on his lean frame. He paused before an embarrassed-looking woman on the other side of Ronni. The woman touched the purple monster tentatively, then gave it a dainty kiss and backed away. Batman kept his gyrations going and soon was standing right in front of Ronni.

He was shaved clean, and above his cock, slightly to the right was a tattoo of a woman’s lips. Ronni reached over and touched him there and rubbed gently. It was real. As the music pumped and the crowd watched and waited, Ronni looked up at Batman standing before her and held up one finger, asking us to wait a second. Then she reached into her purse and brought out a lipstick, opened it and slathered it on her plump lips. Ruby-red. Then she handed it to me.

Ronni took his cock in her hands and looked up at Batman’s face. He gave her a little nod. Then she pressed her face to his groin and kissed him. She did this three more times, on his thighs and scrotum, each impression of her lips a shade lighter than the last. Then she grabbed the lipstick from me, reapplied it to her lips, and handed it back.

She looked at me, pointed at the lipstick in my hand and then touched my lips and winked. Then she started licking that long dick up and down the shaft. Then she took it into her mouth.

I watched with amazement as she sucked him. Awed at how she could take something that large into her mouth. I tensed up. I might be next!

Inch by inch that cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Girls were screaming encouragement over the music. Ronni’s hands were on Batman’s ass and Batman’s gloved hands were behind her head. Only two inches to go.

Batman’s hips swayed gently as he swung his groin into her. Then he put a little extra into it and pulled her head toward him and there she was, her lips resting on his skin, his whole cock inside her mouth and throat. He ground his groin into her face for a moment, then he gradually pulled his baton back out. Everyone was screaming and broke into applause when they saw that monster re-emerge from her mouth. There was a bright red ring on the skin around the base of his cock.

Ronni looked at me and smiled. I must have had eyes the size of saucers because I felt like I was in a daze after what I’d just witnessed. That was the biggest turn-on I’d ever seen and my panties had just been filled with a river of juice. I just wanted to take her home so she could put her sexy mouth on me.

“Your turn, girl!” she said. She took the lipstick from my hand and applied it to my lips. “You gonna suck Batman!”

Batman sidled over in front of me, his cock in front of my face. I put my hands on his hips and asked him to turn around. When he did I pulled his ass to my face and ground a hard kiss into his left butt cheek. Then I kissed him again on the right. He had two red souvenirs from Dawn. The girls hooted and loved it.

Then that big cock was right in front of my face. He moved closer. I took it in my left hand and kissed it, licked it. I put my mouth around the head, took in an inch or two. I wasn’t going to try and do what Ronni had done, I’d probably choke and croak if I tried that. Ronni had one hand between my legs and the other massaging my back. I reached down and squeezed her hand as I felt Batman’s gloved hands behind my head, pulling me closer. I felt another couple inches of cock slip into my mouth.

I reached for him and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, my fingertips in his crack. We developed a rhythm together, his mid-section swinging back and forth, his cock swinging in and out of my mouth, going in a few inches, then back out, and again, over and over, me giving him head as best I knew how. I was thinking it must be a let-down to him after Ronni, but he seemed to be very into it.

Inadvertently, my middle finger slipped into his asshole, and with the cadence of our movements, with each thrust, it slipped a little further in. Then the thrusts became harder, and my finger went deeper. I became aware of the crowd clapping and chanting to our rhythm, "GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO," so I became bolder and sunk my whole finger into his ass and let it dance. Then I realized, oh shit, I’m not sucking Batman’s dick, or giving Batman a blow job, or giving Batman head! No, it’s some kid with a big cock and a Batman suit and he’s fucking me in the mouth!

I rammed my finger into him harder and squeezed his ass. I felt his hands tighten behind my head and I could feel his hot swelling in my mouth and knew he was ready to come.

With a thunderous groan we could all hear above the music, he released his load into my mouth. Six, seven, eight spasms…

Ronni put her mouth to my ear and said, “Don’t swallow all of it, baby. Save some for me!”

I loved her for saying that. Just as I was starting to feel like a totally used and abused slut, she made me feel good about it. I couldn’t wait to get her home.

When the kid was done shooting his Bat-wad into me and had removed his Bat-rod from my mouth, I took my finger out of his Bat-hole. I looked at Ronnie and parted my lips slightly so she could see my mouthful of Bat-cum. Girls cheered. Ronni smiled and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Our lips parted and our tongues glided in the slippery nectar, and then she sucked some of it into her mouth. We both swallowed and another loud cheer erupted.

Unexpectedly, Batman leaned down to me and french-kissed me, thumbing my hard left nipple in the process. Then he did the same with Ronni, and before he left he said something into her ear. Then he started dancing over to another table.

I realized Ronni and I were holding hands. “Can we get out of here?” I said. “I need to get home and fuck my girlfriend.” I had cum in my pants, cum in my mouth and cum in my stomach. Now I wanted Ronni to come on my face.

“Girl, you’re a damn mind reader!”

We visited the ladies' room before leaving and I asked Ronni what Batman had said to her at the end.

“He told me to bring a condom next time!” she said.

As we were leaving we glanced over at the ongoing action. Robin was sitting on a table facing a gray-haired woman seated in front of him and she seemed very busy, her head moving up and down mechanically, sucking him, like she was bobbing for apples. Seated next to him on the table was a well-shaped redhead with one hand on Grandma’s head and the other around Robin’s back. She wore a zipper dress that was unzipped all the way down. She wore nothing underneath. Robin was sucking her tit. I could see her strawberry patch pubes from where we stood.

“Ooh, look at Batman now!” Ronni said. “Condoms. We gotta bring condoms.”

Batman’s bare ass was swinging pretty good, back and forth, as he slung his pole into the pussy of a busty brunette. The girl next to her alternated between sucking her nipples and sucking his.

“God, I want you!” I said to Ronni.

She kissed my lips. “Been wanting you forever, girl,” she said. “Tonight’s the night. I just sucked Batman, now I’m going home and eat Wonder Woman!”

--

That night I made love to a woman for the first time. We were barely inside my front door and that ebony fox attacked me, and devoured me. Our tops were off by the time we reached my bedroom. Ronni started unhooking my jeans.

“Girl, you look hot as hell in these pants, but it’s about time they came off.” I sat on the bed as she yanked them off. “I see people staring at your crotch, men and women both, looking at the Crack of Dawn, pussy lips pushing at the fabric, trying to get out, ass crack plain to see. I am so ready to tear you up!”

She tossed my pants on the floor and stood before me and looked in my eyes. Her hair and her eyes looked wild. She was naked above the waist, her ample breasts in front of my face, her nipples hard. There were beads of sweat above her upper lip.

I reached for her pants and unsnapped them. I pulled the zipper down and eased her pants to the floor. Her red thong was soaked. I pressed my nose to her sex and smelled her funk through the saturated cloth. I kissed her thong then lowered it and she stepped out of her pants.

She moved closer, her dark, heavenly body before me, her chocolate sundae inches from my face. Her black hole beckoned. Our time had come.

Ronni dropped her hand to her inviting snatch and said, “Baby, I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a long time.”

I scooted a little closer and kissed her right below her navel. She let out a little moan. I trailed kisses from her stomach to her thighs, circling ever closer to her glistening gash.

“I looked up to her and said, “I don’t want to do anything wrong.”

“Don’t worry, lover,” she said. “It’s all good.”

I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips, tasted her seasoned tang. I did this a number of times, then buried my nose inside of her and pushed. She whimpered and her torso shook. Then my lips moved to her clit and surrounded it. She groaned.

“Ooh, baby, you know what to do,” she said.

I felt her hand behind my head pulling me flush, her groin started to sway. I stuck my hand in my pussy, which as wet as Ronni’s, and raised my finger to her asshole and pushed. It slid right in all the way.

She reached one hand behind her and placed it over mine to help me ream her, guiding me, gently and deeply. She pulled my head to her crotch and pressed her crotch to my face. Soon her twat, my face and my finger found a perfect syncopation, and our rhythm quickened.

“My god, girl you are a natural,” she said. “I love looking down and seeing your sweet vanilla face eating my fudge pie!”

Our speed increased, and I quivered as I kneaded her tool and fingered her and licked her and I was close to coming but I kept at it.

“Oh shit girl, I’m gonna come,” Ronni moaned. “Then I’m gonna have you girl, gonna suck you dry!”

That did it. I came like I never had in my life. It shot out of me like a geyser, splashing over Ronni’s legs and dripping to the floor.

“Holy shit girl, was that you? Damn, you’re like a fucking fire hose, what you doing, trying to put me out? Vanilla Fudge baby, we are ughhhhhh…"

She came in waves, soaking my face, filling my mouth, seeping out between my lips. She didn’t loosen her grip on my head or hand until she was well out of her pulsations, so only then did I remove my body parts from hers. We collapsed onto my bed and kissed long kisses for a long time.

But all that was just the calm before the storm. That was what Ronni called ‘Vanilla Fudge’. Well, what happened next I would have to call ‘Chocolate Shake’! It was like going to Coney Island and riding the Cyclone. Fucking her was like a carnival thrill ride.

She licked me, kissed me, sucked me, fucked me, chewed me, screwed me, not an inch of my body, inside or out, went un-fucked. She moved like an anaconda, wrapping herself around me and under me and over me and through me and coming out on the other side and always finding another piece of me to arouse. She fucked my ass with her tongue, and I’m happy to say I returned the favor.

What a night. Starting off with sucking Batman, and wrapping it up with a wild ride on a black snake. Well, I shouldn’t say night…we didn’t get out of bed until noon the following day, and when we did it was just to eat something and bathe. But we started up again in the bath. Ronni wanted to see me with a hairless pussy, and after she shaved me, she had to try it out. Of course, I came, and then she wanted to sit on my face, and one thing led to another, back in bed and she didn’t leave until early Monday morning, just in time to rush home and get ready for work.

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For the next few weeks, we spent much of our spare time in the bedroom, and slept together on the weekends. But Ronni still wanted to fuck men too, and I agreed. So occasionally, Friday night became boy-toy night. We’d get a hotel room and then go to a bar and pick up a young buck or two. It was so easy.

We’d find one we both liked and we’d invite him back to the room, fuck him silly, then we’d clean up and fuck each other the rest of the night. And somehow, the sex with Ronni always seemed wilder and more intense on the nights after we’d shared some young cock.

Then Ronni called me on the phone at work one Wednesday morning and told me she had good news. I asked her what it was. She hesitated, said she wasn’t sure she should tell me or I might wet my pants.

“Darlin’, don’t make any plans for this Saturday night,” she said. “You and me got a date.”

“What?” I asked. “What are we going to be doing?”

“What are we going to be doing?” she asked. “We are going to be fucking Batman, that’s what we are going to be doing.”

She went on to tell me that she had learned where the party was being held and had arranged a reservation for two.

“And, I’m going to pick up a pack of rubbers on the way home!” she added.

--

We planned our wardrobe carefully for Saturday night. I wore a sexy red chemise that I knew I looked hot. Ronni wore a skirt with a sleeveless, cream-colored t-shirt with BACK DOOR GIRL written on it. We wore panties but we both hoped they’d be coming off.

“Dawn, you look good enough to eat,” Ronni said. “I might have to fuck you myself before we ever get to see Batman!”

“Oh, no, you won’t!” I said. I looked in the mirror. I have to admit that I did look ready to fuck, and I wondered out loud about how I’d turned into such a slut.

“You’re my slut, girl,” Ronni said, and she kissed me. Then we put on our lipstick and were on our way.

--

We arrived and saw that it was a different, more intimate setting than the previous party. There were different types of chairs and tables scattered about, and comfortable furniture, a bar with seven or eight stools on the right side. There was a small stage set up near an exit door. We got drinks and sat down on a sofa to wait for the show to begin.

“I guess they’ll be coming in through that door there,” Ronni said, pointing behind the stage. “Probably out there double-parking the Batmobile as we speak.”

Soon the show started. With music blasting and lights flashing the dynamic duo danced into view. They went through their rituals of undress to the delight of all the ladies. Eventually, they were down to just their masks, capes, gloves, boots and yes, their thongs, and the whistles started blowing.

Soon enough their bat-poles had popped out of those thongs and into girls’ mouths. Batman had already had his fat, hard penis between three sets of lips by the time he worked his way over to us. Ronni had no trouble getting his attention.

“Look what we got, Batman!” she screamed, holding up a condom.

He recognized us, and came over and stood right in front of us with his erect monster in front of our faces. Ronni wrapped her big mouth around that cock as she ripped open the condom package. I saw the tattooed lips next to his cock and I leaned in and kissed him twice on his groin, leaving my bright red lip marks on him.

Then, I don’t know what happened, but I became bold. As Ronni was putting the sheath around Batman’s swelled manhood, I pulled up my dress, whipped off my thong and handed it to him. There it was for him, my wet, shaved cunt, his for the taking if he wanted it. He sniffed my thong and hung it around his neck.

And he took me. He pulled me up by my arms and sat me on the wide arm of the sofa and I leaned back. The angle was right and he lifted me slightly and moved my dress up above my ass at the back. He was in position so I grabbed his cock and guided it into me.

“You go, girl!” Ronni screamed. “Fuck her good, Batman! Fuck that pussy. Then you can fuck this sista up the ass!”

Batman was one hard fucker. I thought he was going to ram me through the back of the couch. He slammed me over and over and we were both grunting with every thrust. I came in a rush, and he kept poking me until my spasms had been reduced to sweaty quivers. Then he surprised me. He put his lips to mine and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth.

He slipped his tool out of me and Ronni didn’t miss a beat.

“Here it is, Batman,“ she yelled, unzipping her skirt. “Nice black booty for ya, already lubed up and ready!”

So Batman assfucked Ronni and girls were screaming like it was Beatlemania. As big as that cock was, no one could believe her asshole could take it all in. But she did, and there he was, fucking my girlfriend in the ass with my underwear around his neck. Little by little that nightstick disappeared into her, and after a couple of minutes of him fucking and her screaming various filthy obscenities, his dick finally re-emerged with a load of cum dangling from his cockhead inside the condom.

When we got home later that night our lovemaking was ferocious and dirty and funky and nasty and terrific. In the morning the bedroom smelled like pussy and the bed was soaked.

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The next weekend Ronni and I were out at a pub shopping for boy-toys but we had to cancel those plans when we ran into my daughter. I hadn’t seen Gina for a while, and of course, she’d never met Ronni, so she joined us for drinks. We talked and caught up on things, although I didn’t elaborate on the nature of my relationship with Ronni; I’d save that for another time.

She talked about her studies, her activities, and the normal fare. I asked her if she’d talked to her brother lately and she said no. Neither had I, I said, but that’s nothing new of course. Typical Ryan, doing his own thing. When we parted I told Gina to call or stop over when she had time, maybe have dinner.

After Gina had left, Ronni said, “Damn, Dawn, your daughter is hot! Almost as hot as her mama! Does she do girls?”

I told her to behave herself.

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The next afternoon I received a call from Ryan, the first one in a while. He asked how I was doing, what I’d been doing, and so on, and I did the same. Then he said he needed to get a couple of things that he had stored in the basement, and could he come over and pick them up? I told him sure, anytime. He said thanks, and he’d be over in a couple of hours. I told him that would be fine.

When he arrived, we hugged and kissed and I asked him if he’d like something to drink. He said okay, so I fetched us a couple of iced teas. I sat on one end of the sofa and he sat in a rocker to my left. We talked some. He told me about school, exams, and how ready he was to get out. In a few weeks, he’d finally be an architect and no longer a student. Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a bomb on me and I swear the floor shook underfoot.

“So, Mom, how’s your girlfriend?” he asked.

It’s amazing how five simple words can make your stomach feel like ten pounds of cement.

“What do you mean?” was all I could stammer.

“Your girlfriend. The foxy black babe. How is she?”

The silence was deafening. I was at a complete loss for words.

“You have good choice in women, Mom, she’s hot. How long has…”

“It just happened,” I interrupted. After a long pause, I repeated, “It just happened.”

I looked up at him, his eyes burning into mine. “Of course, I would have told you and Gina. It’s all still pretty new to me.”

“Well, I’m cool with it, Mom, if it makes you happy. You deserve to be happy.”

“Really, Ryan? Thank you. We’re not lesbians, we both like men. We’ve known each other for years, and I don’t know, she was coming on to me and I was too dumb to even know it. And then, gradually, somehow…” My voice trailed off.

I asked him, “How did you find out?”

After another awkward pause, he said, “There’s something of yours I’ve been holding onto that I need to return.” Then he reached into his pocket and the second bomb was dropped.

He placed my thong on the table between us. The same one that I’d last seen hanging around Batman’s neck.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “Oh my god!” I cried, “You are…you must think I’m…” I then burst into tears, sobbing. “I’m so sorry… you must think I’m some kind of whore…”

I was shaking all over as the tears flowed out of me. Ryan was quickly beside me with his arms around me, trying to console me. He kissed my cheeks and forehead and hugged me, calming me.

“Mom, mom, it’s okay, stop crying. It’s okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But I’m your mother, and now you must think I’m some kind of…”

“Shhhh, Shhhh,” Ryan said. “I’m serious, calm down. I was afraid you’d think I was some kind of whore for doing what I was doing. The Batman thing is something I got into last year on a whim and kept with it because the money is so good. Not to mention the fringe benefits. But seeing you at those shows were a couple of the most exciting nights of my life!”

I looked in his eyes. “I mean it,” he said. “Look, my whole life growing up as a teenager, I was the kid with the hot mom. My friends would come to the house hoping to ogle your body, they all had wet dreams about you. Shit, even I did.”

“You?”

He smiled. “Oh yes,” he said softly. “I always wondered what it would be like. And when I saw you at the parties, I knew it was you and I could tell you didn’t know it was me. And it turned me on. When you covered me in lipstick kisses, I didn’t want to wash them off. And your mouth, the way it felt… I couldn’t hold back, my legs almost buckled from the pleasure.”

“Ryan, please…”

“I’m not trying to embarrass you, Mom. You are a beautiful woman, and I wanted you as that woman. The second time when I saw you in that red fuck-me dress and you took that thong off, I thought that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen! I almost came right then. I wanted you and I knew you wanted me.”

He put his lips to mine and wiggled his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him away.

“Ryan no, we can’t…”

“We already have! Mom, we can’t undo what’s already been done. We’re consenting adults here. It doesn’t make any difference if it’s once, twice, or fifty times.”

“Ryan, its incest. It’s not healthy…”

“Come on, Mom, get real. It’s not like I’m a kid and you’re damaging me for life. I don’t want us to make babies. I just want… I just want you.”

He kissed me again. I stiffened at first but then relented, and parted my lips to receive him. I recognized the kiss, I’d felt this kiss before, only now he didn’t wear a mask. It was a long kiss, a kiss between a man and a woman. I thought to myself: I must be insane, I was going to let this happen.

I felt his hand move to my breast and it felt good, I didn’t try to stop him. My hand found its way to his hardened cock.

“I can’t believe this,” I said.

He took me to the bedroom. He was already shirtless and we rushed to disrobe the rest of the way. He kissed me again and then took a lipstick from the dresser and started smearing it on my lips. I finished the application. I knew what he wanted.

“Kiss me all over,” he said.

I gave him what he wanted. I left a trail of cherry red lip prints from his neck to his nipples and southward to the tattoo near his handsome crotch. I licked his cock and kissed his balls. I took one in my mouth and sucked it in. He moaned with pleasure.

Then he threw me on the bed and had his way. I learned the difference between fucking and GETTING FUCKED. He fucked like a god. He was the farmer and I was his field. He dug me, he plowed me, he planted me and he seeded me.

I sucked his beautiful cock. I couldn’t get all of him in my mouth, but I got most. I sat on his face and he ate me until I came. We fucked twice, and his mouth went crazy all over my body. He was rimming me when my cell phone rang. It was Gina but I didn’t pick up. She left a message while her brother’s sperm swam inside me.

I was lying on my back with a couple of pillows under my butt with Ryan’s head between my legs and as I was checking the phone his tongue plunged into my asshole. I squealed and squeezed his tongue with my sphincter. As I checked my message his tongue stabbed me, reaching for the depths of my asshole.

Ryan came up for air and said, “I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass.” He jumped up and went to the bathroom.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I said. “That big thing will never fit!”

“I fucked Ronni’s, I’m fucking yours,” he said, returning with oil.

I checked my message while Ryan lubed his cock as well as its destination.

“That was Gina,” I said. “She’s coming over in about an hour. Hurry up!”

I don’t know how long it took, but we pushed and pushed. I massaged my clit into a frenzy and heTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.