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The boys stepped in behind us and stood at the foot of the bed beating their boners as they watched us crawl on all fours.
Michelle and I peeked back with naughty smiles and wagged our meaty behinds at our sons, watching their cute reactions.
I wondered what Ricky would think of the idea of me, his own mother, helping to drain his nuts. I knew he would often use my panties to beat his boner with. "No, there's a special tutoring program for Ricky, during his lunch hour in room 209. I' LL FORWARD YOU A COPY OF TOMORROW'S ROOM 209 INFORMATION. I had stroked a lot of dicks throughout high school and college and to this day my hubby says I have magic hands. ****** "Come on, Michelle." Gail said, our dainty heels clicking as we quickly grouped by a door. "Yup, we get to beat some teenage meat." One short-haired blonde mom giggled. "The boys will be stand in a big circle and stroke their dicks while we parade and pose around them. Gail giggled and took my hand."Just relax and have fun. That's what this is all about." "You're right." I muttered. I stopped a moment and watched Michelle slip around her boy sexily, dragging her nails on his shoulders as he jacked his big teenage cock. She tilted her head a little, drawing my attention to her face and fed me a quirky little smile. I knew this was the ice-breaker moment and probably the toughest we would experience. Finally, he fumbled with his zipper and dropped his shorts and briefs.
And more than once a day I would catch my sweet boy staring at my big tits or my meaty ass. However, wrapping my legs around him and letting him fuck the shit out of me was taking it to another level completely. Maybe she doesn't know about Room 209." "Are you kidding, all the women in town know. Apparently the mothers can meet them there and help out." I looked over and Ricky. I considered myself quite the pro in the art of giving a handjob. " Ryan shouted back at me as we rushed across the ball field. There were many others..I recognized from class or sports teams I had played on. Over thirty moms, adorned in babydoll nighties, waiting like anxious teenage girls. I starting to feel at home, but still incredibly nervous. "And I noticed on the schedule that the first half-hour is moms on display. I could hear rushing footsteps upstairs as boys filed down the back stairway. His erection caught on the waistband of his briefs, then bobbed up and down on his loins as it sprung free.
It's a place the boys can go to get stroked, blown, fucked, whatever's on the agenda. " "Yes and you wouldn't believe what a difference it's made in his grades. I'm telling you, Michelle, if you want your Ricky to have an easier time in school, you should really consider it. A boy's brain is in his briefs, it's just a fact of life. Of course I was willing to spread my thighs if it meant helping my boy, but a handjob seemed like such a better way to break the ice. The upstairs doors are locked." A mom shouted as she joined the rest of us. They gawked and stroked their dicks as one-by-one the moms strutted in. Unlike the other boys, he was still dressed, although I could see the tent-pole forming under his shorts. I followed Gail through the crowd towards our boys, who were side by side. There was no one between us now and good heavens was he gawking. Like the other moms, she was wearing a sexy babydoll nightie and heels which displayed her pretty feet.
That way they can concentrate the rest of the day." My jaw dropped. As long as your son is eighteen years old he can participate in room 209." "Well, Ricky turned eighteen last week. Giving Ricky sexual release during the day was bound to help him stay focused. I hoped we could start slow, but knew there was a good chance I would be sucking his cock or getting fucked up the ass. It read: MONDAY LOCATION: ROOM 209 WHAT TO BRING: BABYDOLL NIGHTIE, HIGH-HEELED MULES SCHEDULE: 12 - : MOMS ON DISPLAY - 1: HANDJOBS SEE YOU THERE LADIES! There was part of me that couldn't believe I was actually considering this. However, there was another part of me, a part that all grown women have deep down that found it extremely wicked and exciting. " I thought, my heart beating with nervous excitement. This is crazy." I said, suddenly thinking of my husband. One of the mom's bounced on her feet excitedly, making her big boobs bobble beneath the silky covering. She let go of my hand and like the other moms, I found myself sashaying to the beat of the music towards my son. The swell of her big braless tits trembling with every move and I could faintly see the dark circles of her huge areola through the fabric. Ryan looked towards me, his cock at full mast in his hand. " ****** Ricky looked at me timidly and I smiled and nodded.
Honestly though, she was my mom and was happily married to dad. "I don't know dude, I really can't picture my mom doing something like that." "That's exactly what I thought about my mom at first. "Yeah, probably." The door slammed downstairs and my little sister announced her arrival as usually. ****** At dinner that night I found my eyes drifting to my son, looking him up and down. I had arrived at a cute little cape-style home they called room 209. Scattered around were what had to be thirty middle-aged moms chatting, giggling and primping. It was Tora Richards, a mom I had gotten to know last year from our sons playing baseball together. "Fifteen minutes until the lunch bell, ladies." Tora smiled anxiously at Gail and I. I took a moment to look around, laughing to myself. Middle-aged married women acting like a bunch of primping schoolgirls waiting for our dates to arrive." I thought. "Wow, Ricky has a beautiful dick, Michelle." "Right? This was my motherly duty and I was gonna do the best job I knew how. I could see the shadowy crack of her buttocks through the fabric and it made my cock flex and throb in my hand. "I know and look at the thong your mom's wearing." I muttered.
At home she was all prim and proper, but then in Room 209 she became this huge cock-milking slut. " Being the first one home from school I often headed straight to my room to jerk off, but as I moved up the stairs I heard mom call me from the nursery. " "Yeah...hi, mom." "Come in here a sec." Her soft voice said. Ricky was such a lean handsome teen, a younger version of his father, with my blond hair and blue eyes. I stepped out of my car with my oversized bag in hand. Most of the women were naked or in various states of undress. She was already adorned in her pale-yellow babydoll nightie, her big tits clearly visible through the fabric. "Well, I'll let you two get your nighties on..all beautified for your boys." Undressing, I felt like a model preparing for a fashion show. "Just wait until you see the boys eyes light up when we first walk out." Gail said. Fucking Goddesses." "I can't believe I'm gonna be letting Ricky see me in this, but I know it's what needs to be done to help him." "That's right, Michelle. We're helping them to satisfy their curiosity so they can stay focused the rest of the day. I cocked one leg out in front of me, bent at the knee, then placed my hands on my wide hips, thrusting my big chest out for my teen. Both my mom and Ryan's mom were displaying their backsides, peeking back at us over their shoulder and giving us naughty smiles and winks "Damn, you can see your mom's ass crack right through those panties. I glanced around the room and saw that all the moms were posing in their nighties, just like mine and Ryan's.
****** "Dude, you gotta get your mom to meet you at room 209." My friend Ryan said as we walked home from school. Why do you think more and more moms are meeting their sons there and getting their dicks off? I could tell by the smile on his face that he liked the idea too. Give her a call, I'm sure she won't mind." I stared my young son in the eyes, giving him my best motherly smile. I just wanna do whatever I can to help out." I texted Gail to let her know my intentions. Before Ricky rushed out the door the next day I gave him a quick reminder, although I'm sure he didn't need one. I heard the beat of music start from the room on the other side. For a moment I just stared at my son's penis like no mother should.