Daniel:
Richard let us into the karaoke room. The same sleazy atmosphere pervaded the interior. There were already people sitting on the long couch facing the projector screen. 2 guys on the either side of a single girl. It was Tracy. She was wearing the same slutty tight tube black minidress as before. I recognized the other two boys. It was Brandon and Roy, our fellow classmates. However, they were not among the group of friends I, Richard, Eunice, and Tracy were part of during the dinner and movie earlier.
Tracy had the microphone to her mouth and was singing, or trying to at least. At certain moments, her speech would slur and she would start giggling incoherently. Brandon was sitting in a relaxed posture to her left, his eyes were fixed hungrily on her slim white thighs which was almost entirely revealed thanks to her already very short skirt riding up her legs. I could freely glimpse of the front of her silky white panties.
Roy rose to greet us. He seemed surprised to see me. Richard and Roy exchanged meaningful glances. After that, Roy sat back down beside Tracy again. Richard bade me to sit on a separate sofa while he took the one opposite to mine. There was a tray of bottled drinks on the table, most of them Heineken beer. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that a place like this has no qualms serving alcohol to minors. I reached in to pick up a glass and an opened bottle of beer, still half full.
“Eh, Daniel, that one has been open a long time,” Richard said. “Open a new one lah.”
I thought that was odd, but obliged anyway. As I sat there nursing my drink, I paid close attention to Tracy. She was sexy as hell as always, tall for a girl, with a slim nubile body, and a sultry face. She wore her hair long, permed, and dyed brown. She was a constant tease to the boys in the class and was often between relationships.
I went from admiring her legs to studying her face. Her cheeks was flushed and she was acting a bit odd. For starters, her breathing seems to be heavier than the rest of us and she kept fanning her face with one hand, as if she was hot. I thought she might be drunk, but glancing at the table before her, there was a half empty glass of beer. No other beers had been opened, so she couldn’t have had that much.
Richard, Roy, and Brandon wasn’t even drinking anything. They just sat there making small talk and ogled at Tracy.
“Eh, why is it so hot here?” Tracy muttered. Her eyes looked glaze over.
“Ya lor… the air-con must have problem,” Roy replied.
“This place damn shitty la guys. When you say want to keep partying, I thought you mean we’re going clubbing,” she said. “Where are the others anyway?”
“They couldn’t make it liao.” Richard told her.
“Ish. No fun la, those ppl,” she said.
“We keep you company lor,” Brandon said. “Damn lucky for us get to spend time alone with someone as pretty as you.”
“Ish, so sweet la you,” she said with a smile.
Tracy was panting now. Her cute petite cleavage was straining against the top of her dress with every breath.
“So sexy…” Brandon added. He slid one hand slowly up her inner thigh.
“Ahhhh…” Tracy moaned. I was caught by surprise. Was she turned on?
Roy joined in, placing his hand on her other thigh and pulling her leg so that her legs parted. Her panties were in clear view now, and it was soaked. She did not even try to resist. Tracy’s eyes was closed. She looked like she was enjoying Brandon’s hand caressing up and down her inner thigh. Roy slid his hand up from her other knee, tracing the soft smooth flesh of her thigh until his fingers found the damp spot between her legs.
“Eh, Tracy, you so horny ah? You so wet you know?” Roy whispered.
“Ahh? No lah… I…”
“So naughty ah you?” Brandon added. He pulled her other knee towards him. Tracy now sat spread lasciviously wide open on the couch.
Roy began stoking his fingers up and down her slit outside her damp panties. I could see Tracy’s hips jerking up from the couch in excited little spasms.
“Eyyy Roy, duuun laaa…” she pleaded. “Mmmfff…”
Brandon had pulled her face towards him and had kissed her right on the lips. Tracy helplessly received her classmate’s affections. I was already rock hard myself. I looked at Richard who was watching the whole thing with amused indifference.
Roy graduated from rubbing her over the panties to slipping his fingers under it. I could see his fingers moving vigorously under the soaked fabric. It drove Tracy crazy. She broke the kiss with Brandon and began to moan.
“Ahh, Ahhnn, Ahh, Oh God!”
Encouraged, Roy intensified his efforts. Brandon moved closer to grab her hands which were trying to push Roy’s hands away.
“Uhhh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhrrggg!!” Tracy cried out as she visibly reached climax. Her entire body shook violently.
“Yeah, cum for us you naughty girl,” Brandon said.
“Ah, Oh God, Oh God…” she panted.
“Was it good Tracy?” Roy asked.
“Oh God… Yes… I never cum like that before.”
Roy nodded to Brandon who stood up and began unbuckling his jeans. Roy himself pulled on Tracy’s panties and peeled it off her legs. Tracy still looked pretty out of it, and she did not resist. His fingers soon returned between her legs where he inserted two digits into her tight slit and worked his magic.
“Ahh, Oh yes Roy, Ah, so syok…” she panted.
“Mmm… we want to syok also, okay?” Roy said, his fingers pumping in and out of her pink wet hole. Brandon knelt on the couch again, bottomless, his hard cock pointing proudly at Tracy. The two boys turned her around and positioned her so that her head was lying on Roy’s lap and her legs was spread welcomingly to Brandon.
“Brandon, nooo, cannot, please. At least use a condom,” she said between hoarse breaths.
“Aiyo, we dun have condom leh,” Brandon replied.
Then, without warning, he dove in, pushing his face between Tracy’s legs. Brandon began to eat out Tracy’s well-trimmed pussy, causing her to squeal in delight.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was killing me. In a flash, I freed it from its confines and stroked it to the erotic scene playing out before me. Brandon seemed adept in cunnilingus. He was bringing Tracy’s moans to new heights.
“Oh, Oh, Ahhhh, Cummming…” Tracy gasped once more.
Brandon quickly brought his face up, leaving Tracy hanging on the edge of orgasm.
“Ahhhnnn, nooo, Brandon why did you stop?” she wailed.
“You want it?”
“Yes! Yes! I want.”
“I no condom wor…”
“Never mind, never mind. Just pull out.”
Brandon grinned a victory smile. He positioned himself over Tracy’s body and pulled her leg to coil around his waist. He sank his hips almost immediately.
“Oh God!” Tracy moaned.
Brandon fucked her slowly, savoring her tight teenage pussy. Tracy moaned continuously with a gaping mouth.
“Ugghh.. Uhhhh Brandon… Cumming!!!” Tracy gasped and then shuddered with bliss.
Seeing her cum within a few minutes of getting fucked was so erotic, my hand slid up and down my cock faster and faster.
“Wei,” Richard call out to me. “Dun waste la, don’t you want to try her?”
I was dumbfounded. Was this why he brought me out here? To fuck Tracy? All of a sudden my slow brain finally seemed to connect the pieces. The beer! He must have drugged the beer. No wonder Tracy was so easy.
She had begun to moan again. Brandon had begun to fuck her again after giving her a couple of minutes to enjoy her orgasm. This time, his thrusts were more vigorous, seemingly with purpose. It was obvious he was seeking to cum.
“Brandon, hold up!,” Richard ordered. “Let’s give our newcomer a chance,” he said looking towards me.
Brandon stopped, obviously annoyed. Tracy didn’t seem to want to stop either. She was grinding her hips lasciviously against him. However, Brandon ultimately obeyed and got off. He and Roy cleared the table in the middle of the room then lifted Tracy off the couch and lay her on the table. Tracy’s eyes was still glazed with lust. When left alone, her hands would snake down between her legs to finger herself. What the hell kind of drug did they use on her?
I walked to the edge of the table and her legs immediately parted on her own. Tracy was looking at me, her chest still heaving, her face tomato red, as was her aroused pussy. Looked down at my hard dick hovering above her slutty hole. The only thoughts that came to mind was: ‘Good bye my virginity’.
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Oh…. Welcome back Bro… Welcome back.
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Welcome back, ts! Nice update
Thanks guys. Happy new year.
Daniel:
I slid my entire length into Tracy’s pink shaved cunt in one slow nervous thrust. It was tight, wet, and exceedingly hot. I was in heaven. Tracy squealed like a schoolgirl. Well, technically, she is still a school girl. When I was balls deep inside of her, I had to stop moving because I was already on the verge of cumming. God it felt so good. Tracy grew impatient at my pause. She began grinding her hips against me. Her slim bare legs moved to hook around my butt. Shit, she was going to make me cum.
The boys read the agony off my face with mocking amusement. “Eh, this is your first time meh?” Brandon asked. Roy laughed.
Tracy was already doing her best to fuck me back, lifting her hips off the table in small eager thrusts.“Arghh… Ohhh….” I moaned when she drove me over the edge. I spewed my cum deep inside her. Tracy bit her lip and breathed hard through her nose. Her back arched with pleasure and I felt her pussy tighten excitedly around my cock, wringing the last of my cum from my cock.
“Ah! Oh no! Mmmmm… You… why you cum inside?” she gasped.
“S-s-sorry…” I replied, propping myself above her on the table with my elbows, reeling from the awesome effects of my orgasm. Ah, the loss of my virginity, a crucial milestone in the life of Daniel Ting, and I marked it by participating in a rape. I feel sick.
I would have collapsed on her if Brandon hadn’t tossed me a box of tissues. “Here, clean her up,” he grunted. I complied, wiping my cum which had seeped out of her pussy. Seeing her tight pink slit up close with my cum leaking out of it gave me another instant erection.
But my turn was up. Brandon impatiently pulled Tracy off the table back towards the couch. “Eh, bro, I believe it’s my turn la,” Roy said with a teasing laugh. Brandon scowled, but sat on the couch and pulled Tracy to kneel on top of him. He pulled her head down roughly and kissed her while his hands pulled the stretchy fabric of her top down to her waist to reveal her perky pink tits.
This caused Tracy to bend, pointing her cute butt backwards towards me, baring her aroused cunt and pretty little asshole. Roy chuckled some more and moved behind Tracy. His pants and boxers were soon discarded on the floor.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” Roy said as he entered her from behind. Tracy mewed and arched her back with pleasure. “You were always such a fucking tease.”
“Yeah,” Brandon added. “We’re gonna pay you back for all the frustration you caused us in class, bitch.” His fingers got busy teasing Tracy’s nipples. Tracy buried her face against his shoulder for support, moaning like crazy, as her entire body rocked back and forth from Roy’s thrusting.
I was mesmerized by the sight of my classmates fornicating before me. As I thought, watching them was turning me on more than the actual act of sex itself. I was rock hard.
Roy fucked Tracy with deep eager thrusts for more than 5 minutes which she received like a dog in heat. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, Tracy you slutty slut, fuuuuuck,” Roy groaned before slamming his entire dick hard into her and holding her hips tightly toward him. I knew that he was cumming in her.
God, this shit was crazy, I thought to myself. I turned to check on Richard and was surprised he wasn’t in the room anymore. What the fuck? Was he planning to miss out on Tracy’s pussy? But then again, this was Richard Lee we’re talking about here. He probably has a list of pussy on speed dial.
The boys had flipped Tracy over to lie on the couch. Brandon had her legs hoisted up on his shoulders and was pounding her with a vengeance while Roy was guiding her to clean his cock with her mouth. I was uncomfortable about being left alone with the trio of rutting animals so I quietly sneaked out of the room.
Richard was there in the hallway speaking to a phone. “Yes Aunty. Don’t worry aunty. We’re just having fun aunty. I’ll make sure he gets home safe Aunty,” he said to the phone. When he saw me he gave me a grin and brought a finger to his lips, indicating that I should be quiet. “Alright aunty. No problem. I’ll have him back soon.”
It was then I recognized the phone he was holding. That’s my phone! I must have left it on the table in the karaoke room just now. Shit! Who was Richard talking to on my phone?
“Okay aunty, really, there is no need to worry. Daniel has been so cool to us, so we just wanted to bring him out to celebrate a little. Yeah, take care aunty, bye!”
Richard ended the call and brought the phone down from his ear. He did not return it to me but stared at the screen for a few moments. There was a flicker of recognition across his face. After a while he flashed the screen at me. It showed a call ended screen but there was a picture of my mother on it. I had made it a point to accompany the contacts on my phone with a quick snapshot whenever possible.
“You mother damn hot man,” he said.
I felt myself bristling at his words. I don’t know why, but at that point, remembering what happened to Tracy, I was suddenly feeling very protective about my mother. I grabbed the phone from his hand and shoved it into my pocket.
“Sorry,” he said. “Your mother called when you were having your turn with Tracy. I didn’t want her to get suspicious.”
I felt immediate self-loathing at his words. “I want to go home,” I told him moodily.
Richard raised an eyebrow. “You done liao? You can relax you know, we have all night with Tracy.”
I just shook my head in reply.
Richard shrugged. “I get it. You’re not the sloppy seconds kind of guy. Me neither,” he said and playfully punched me on the arm. “But we have no problem leaving sloppy seconds to others, am I right?” he added with a laugh.
I was really on the verge of puking now. Tracy’s high pitched moans echoing from the door beside me wasn’t helping.
Richard turned to walk out of the karaoke joint and I followed him gratefully.
I was silent on the drive home. I guess it was the mixed disappointment and horror of the revelation of the true nature of Richard which he had revealed to me back at the karaoke joint. I was under the impression that Richard was some kind of seduction guru, like those pickup artists who published books and gave courses on picking up women. Fuck, maybe all pickup artists are like that, drugging their women then crediting their radical skills for the conquest.
“So, I guess this is it. Welcome to the club, bro!” Richard said ,breaking the awkward silence.
“Haha, thanks,” I answered without much enthusiasm.
“Do you even know what you’re getting into?”
A gang-rape club? I thought in my mind. “Not really,” I answered.
“We’re a group of like-minded bros who like sex and we pool and share our experience for the benefit of all the other group members.”
“Haha, really?”
“Yeah, you should be grateful. We rarely take on new members.”
“What made you decide to let me in?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“To be honest, I didn’t give you much of a thought before. Rumor is, you haven’t even bonked your girlfriend yet.”
The fuck. Has he been spying on me?
“Don’t look so shocked,” Richard said, “girls gossip a lot, especially after a long hard fuck.”
“Haha, yeah.”
“But I guess it was hard to miss all that sucking up to me you were doing.”
I blushed. He wasn’t lying.
Richard continued, “I guess what ultimately helped me make up my mind was the day when I decided to follow you home to do a bit of scouting. I wanted to see how you lived, to see if you are a good enough for the club.”
Ooookaaay. This guy is seriously creeping me out.
“Imagine my surprise,” Richard said, “when I saw you scramble across your rooftop after dark to your neighbor’s side.”
Oh no.
“I must confess, I almost pissed myself laughing when I saw you plastering your face against your neighbor’s window and jacking off on the roof.”
I want to die. Oh God, let me die now please. Richard laughed on while I considered whether or not to jump out of the car in to oncoming traffic.
“But, you know, it occurred to me then,” Richard continued, “that you my friend, are a true pervert. And we perverts need to stick together.”
“Ahaha, yeah…”
“The whole world will condemn us because we are different. We are the extremes, the outliers. What they don’t realize is we are the purest expression of one of the basest of human nature. The rest of society are always quick to condemn the best among them, the brightest intellectuals, look at Tesla. He was by far a much more superior to Thomas Edison, who was only celebrated because he was more popular. That probably means he just attended more parties than Tesla. The strongest among us, look at Lance Armstrong, someone who was willing to do whatever it takes to be the best at what he does.”
Hoooo boy, I thought to myself. What have I gotten myself into? Daniel you dummy, when will you learn to choose your friends properly? Next thing you know, he’s probably going to say Hitler was the best leader of our age.
“Aiya, sorry, I get carried away sometimes,” Richard said. “My point is, you’re among friends. We won’t judge what you are here. We embrace it.”
“Haha, sure…”
“That said, we still got some rules to maintain order. You can read them all online at our forum.”
“Wha? You guys have a forum?” I asked in disbelief.
“Haha, yeah. You don’t really believe that we keep all our loot in a pendrive do you? That’s just a rumor we started. No, it’s an online forum. All of our pics, videos, and stories are up there. It’s protected though. You need to install a special custom browser to visit it. Things up there cannot be downloaded and your computer screenshot function will be disabled when you open it. All media is streamed using a custom player.”
Well, that’s awfully careful of you, I thought.
“But there is one rule I think I should let you know in advance,” Richard said, suddenly sounding serious.
“Okay…”
“When one of our bros has a target in their sights, you are not allowed to sabotage them. Help if you’re able, but never be a cockblock.”
I did not like where this was going.
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What u mean….. Before is all true account? …. Damn, now I must really reread the whole thing…
Eh, no la bro. Before this was at least realistic. Now there is a secret perverted teenager association and aphrodisiacs which gets bitches in heat in a flash. What I mean is the story is beginning to leave reality and become borderline fantasy.
It was two days after that fateful ride in Richard’s car. My mother called me from downstairs after lunch, just as I was snoozing off on a full stomach.
“Daniel!”
“What Mummy?”
“Your friend is here to see you!”
“What friend?”
“It’s Richie, the one who send you back last time!”
Richard? The fucker. I hadn’t expected him to make his move this soon. What the fuck is he doing here? I decided that I was not going to find out by taking a nap, so I dragged myself down the stairs. Richard was already in the living room chatting up my mother. He was still in his school uniform and was carrying his backpack. I gave him my best murderous glare.
“I’m glad you came to visit,” my mother said to Richard. “I was beginning to think Daniel doesn’t have any friends.”
“Oh, don’t worry, he has friends. In fact he just gained an entire club worth of them,” Richard replied giving me a meaningful look.
“Uh, can we talk in my room?” I asked Richard, maintaining my glare.
“Sure, sure. It’s a pleasure talking to you Auntie. We’ll catch up some more next time.”
“Oh my,” my mother said. “So polite.”
I rolled my eyes at my mother’s naivety and turned back upstairs. Richard joined me in my room soon after.
“So,” he said, “you checked out the forum yet?”
“No,” I replied. “I haven’t even installed the software to access it. You can have it all back.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t want to join you club.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t like you.”
“Wah, you got balls. I like that.”
“Just take the flashdrive and leave.”
Richard shook his head sadly. “I’m afraid that’s not how it works. No one leaves the club,” he said.
“Fuck you! I’m not joining!”
“You already did. Now, let’s change the subject. Your mom looks even more lovely up close…”
I was already before him before he finished that sentence. My fist collided with his cheek. Richard landed on his back pack.
“You leave my mother alone. You leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you. If you come here again, I’ll tell my mother what you really are. I’ll expose the club.”
Richard laughed. He laughed so hard that he started rolling around on the ground, despite the painful swell on his face.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I growled.
“You are such a dumb piece of shit.”
“Excuse me?”
“Dude! We record all our conquests. That means we recorded you that day doing Tracy. If you expose the club, that means you’ll expose yourself as a rapist.”
My heart dropped. He was right. Oh, fuck, what have I done?
Richard continued, “and if you dare tell your mother or come between me and her, I’ll just tell her that you’re part of us as well. I’ll send her the video of you fucking Tracy. How about it? You want your mother to know you’re a rapist?
“I’m not! You all made me!” I hissed in a low voice. I realized that I was already afraid my mother could hear this.
“We didn’t make you do anything. Go log in the forum and check the video. Brandon and Roy just positioned Tracy on the table and you fucked her yourself! You stupid shit!”
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! What do I do?
Richard picked himself up, a satisfied grin on his face. He looked straight at me. “From now on, I own you. You do what I say, when I say. If you fuck up in any way, I’m gonna censor out Brandon and Roy from the video and send it to all your family and friends. You got me?”
I got him. I mean he got me. I mean… fuuuuuuuuck, how did it come to this?
Richard began unpacking the backpack. He pulled out several boxes. I glanced at the cover and saw that it was several high definition spycams and microphones.
“Now help me set this up you dipshit,” he said.
Richard came over again the next day. After coming up for a minute to make sure the cameras and microphones hidden all over the house are working, he left me alone to my misery and went downstairs to chat with my mother.
I was understandably depressed, but my voyeuristic tendencies began to brew as soon as Richard stepped out my room door. I couldn’t resist, I snuck out and kept myself out of view on the top of the stairs.
There were voices coming from the kitchen. It was Richard and my mother of course, no one else was home. I couldn’t make out all their words. My mother was giggling a lot. Sometimes their words would soften to whispers. It would drive me crazy with agony until I hear their voices pick up again. And then all I could think of is what it could be that they were whispering about.
This carried on for two more days. I wonder why mother never questioned the reason Richard was spending more time with her than with me, his supposed ‘friend’. This line of thought opened me up to realization of how lonely she had been. My father was almost always working. When my aunts moved to town, I could tell she was delighted despite their situation. But now my Aunts and uncles are working all the time too. And me, her only son, would rather lock himself in his room to play video games and spy on the neighbors. I felt largely responsible for the way things turned out.
Richard did not come the following day. It left me with nobody to spy on. The thought crossed my mind that I should take the opportunity to spend time with my mother, but I was afraid. I was reminded how much I have deviated from the values I had been brought up with, the very values my mother instilled. I couldn’t face her after what I had done to Tracy.
So I retreated back into my room and crumbled into my seat at my desk. On the table lay the flash drive with the software to access the damn club forum. I had no more hope. No escape. No way out. A voice in my head says: No way out? Then move deeper in.
I plugged the flashdrive into my PC.
The autoinstaller was simple enough and the installation was quick. A few minutes later, I was in. I had to use a username. I typed in ‘imafool’. Username is available. Great.
The layout was more or less like a vbulletin forum. I was familiar with it. I spent several hours surfing and jacking off to the various pictures and videos of the conquests of the other members. There wasn’t an overwhelming amount of content. Richard was right when he said not many people are invited to join.
A thread caught my attention. It was entitled, ‘the Mayflower’, created by a member named iluvalldamilfs. I opened the thread and was greeted by a picture. My heart stopped…
It was a picture of my mother, May. I recognized the dress she was wearing in it. It was the dress she wore when we attended Alex’s birthday last year. I even recognized the background of the picture as the very party. I was stunned. Someone in this club had targeted my mother since last year!
I scrolled down the thread. The TS left a description in the first post after the pic. ‘How I seduced my friend’s mother’, it said. No it can’t be. I scrolled down further, skipping a torrent of following posts from the forum members who were all heaping praises of beauty on my mother. Nothing I’ve never heard before.
Every time I see a post by iluvalldamilfs, I stopped to read. He seems to be logging his progress with my mother. It was all there, the incident in the bathroom, the guest room, and finally his account of fucking my mother at the party. There is no doubt about it. Iluvalldamilfs was Alex Xu!
I checked out his profile, his past threads. Sure enough, he had logged all his past conquests. My mother was just one in a long line of milfs he had seduced. He had even moved on twice to other milfs after my mother dumped him.
I remembered how my mother cried when she let him go. The bastard! The motherfucking conniving bastard. He played my mother.
I was so pissed that I stared at the screen until my eyes hurt. As I tried to look away from the screen, my hand-phone buzzed. It was a call from Richard. I answered it.
“I’m not in the mood for your shit right now,” I told him.
“So don’t think of this as shit,” he replied. “Think of this as ‘if you fuck this up, the whole world knows you’re a rapist.’ Now listen up. Here’s the plan…”
“Daniel! Are you ready?”
I came downstairs. At the first sight of my mother, my heart got caught in my throat. She was wearing the black halter short dress Richard had bought for her.
Here’s a pic of the dress:
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Like the lady in the picture, her skin was pale and smooth, but unlike the picture, my mother utilized the full potential of the dress. Her C-cup breasts filled the front nicely, showing ample soft cleavage. She was curvier too which made the dress hug her curves snugly. Her long black hair was done up in a stylish bun on her head.
Why is my beautiful prim and proper mother dressed like that u ask? Well, Richard the Rapist, yes, that’s what I’m calling him now, had come over to my house yesterday once more. After some time socializing over tea with my mother, their conversation topic turned to me. I know because I was as usual up the stairs eavesdropping.
Richard: Eh, Aunty May, can I talk to you about something?
May: What is it?
Richard: Can you promise to keep a secret?
May: Aiyo, is it that serious?
Richard: No lah, but I don’t want to hurt Daniel’s feelings.
May: Daniel? What is this about? Did he do something wrong?
Richard: Like I said, nothing so serious, but I’m getting a little worried. Daniel is growing a little antisocial nowadays.
May: Yeah lor. I’ve noticed it too. That’s why I was so glad when you started coming.
Richard: There’s only so much I can do from here. Daniel is pretty much disconnected from the rest of his peers.
I am not! That lying bastard!
May: What can we do?
Richard: Me and some friends are going clubbing tomorrow. Most of them are people that Daniel knows. I asked Daniel to come but he seems reluctant. He says his parents don’t approve clubbing.
May: He’s right. I don’t think clubbing is a good idea.
Richard: Aiya Auntie, it’s what all the kids do nowadays. If you rule that out, Daniel gets left out. That’s why he has become so antisocial lah.
May: I don’t know…
Richard: I have an idea. Why don’t you come along?
May: Meeee? Oh, goodness, you must be joking.
Richard: I’m not. Seriously, you parents have a misguided view about the whole clubbing thing. You should come experience it first, then only make your judgement.
May: We have clubs and discos back during our day okay!
Richard: That’s why I said your view is misguided. Your perception of clubs is still stuck in the 80s.
May: Aiyo, I don’t think so. I don’t have anything to wear.
Richard: Small problem. I’ll buy you a dress.
May: What? Nooooo.
Richard: Why? You have other plans tomorrow night?
May: No… not really.
Richard: Then it’s a deal.
May: Cannot lah. What would my husband say?
Richard: Invite him along.
May: You don’t know my husband. He won’t go for it.
Richard: Then say you’re visiting friends or something.
That evening, Richard dropped off a shopping bag containing a brand new dress before my father came home.
May: Richard! What is this? I can’t wear this!
Richard: Huh? Why?
May: Too revealing!
Richard: It’s normal. Trust me, once you get in the club and see the other girls, you’ll see what it means to be really ‘revealing’.
Which lead up to tonight, with me gawking at my sexy mother, an erection stirring in my pants.
“Isn’t it too much dear?” my mother turned around and asked me. I could see that she was blushing but there was the familiar spark of excitement in her eyes.
“Err… yeah. I mean no. It’s very nice.”
She smiled at me. To my relief, she fetched a jacket, but it did little to cover her luscious white legs. I was having a dejavu moment.
Then my mother noticed I was not dressed for a night out.
“Daniel? Why aren’t you dressed?”
“Ummm…” I said. “I’m not feeling too well.”
“Oh no…”
That was a lie of course. It was all part of Richard’s plan for me to pull out at the last minute. He was going to take my mother clubbing alone.
“I’ll call Richard and cancel. You go rest up okay?” my mother said.
I nodded and went back upstairs. Ten minutes later, I heard her car start up and exit the driveway. I should have figured it would be hard for her to pull out of this arrangement, being all dolled up. And there was the dress Richard gave her as well. My mother is far too kind hearted to let a guy down when he has proven to be so generous.
And now we play the waiting game…
I awoke with a start at dawn. I couldn’t believe I dozed off. Then again, it would be better than staying up all night agonizing about my mother. I heard sounds of activity downstairs. At least she’s home safe and sound, I thought.
I came downstairs for breakfast to see my father pouring cereal for himself at the dining table.
“Where’s mummy?” I asked when I couldn’t find her in the kitchen.
“She called earlier this morning. Said she stayed over at your Aunty Grace’s place last night.”
“Why?”
My father shrugged.
Are all parents this naïve? I thought to myself in amazement.
After downing some milk and toast, I returned to my room again with my anxiety brewing in full force. I decided to check the forum even though I didn’t think Richard will post any content this soon. True enough, there weren’t any new threads from him.
Then I noticed that I received a private message. It was from a member called RichieRich. I have no doubt who that could be. The message was an invitation to a hidden, private thread. I clicked on the link and it opened up a thread titled ‘Mayflower II’.
There was an uploaded video already!
With trembling hands, I played the video.
The video opened to fit the full screen of my monitor. The screen was divided into four quadrants. Each was a feed from different cameras. Three of the views looked like they were all recording the same hotel room from different angles. The last lower right quadrant showed the bathroom.
It looked like a typical four or five star hotel, nothing too fancy, but nothing shady about it as well. From one of the views, I could see out the hotel window. It was night time.
I suddenly heard voices. Richard appeared on screen. He had an arm around my mother’s waist. I wondered if she was drunk. It looked like her legs were weak and she had trouble walking. Richard supported most of her weight and guided her over to the bed, sitting her down on the edge.
“Walau Aunty May, I didn’t know you so easily drunk one,” Richard said.
“Gosh, I…” she replied. Her speech was slightly slurred. “I only had one drink.”
“Haha. I should have warned you. That cocktail is pretty strong.”
Sure it is. I suspect Richard had a hand in the mixing of that cocktail, whatever it is.
“Phew…” my mother sighed. “I feel hot.”
I studied her face. It was flushed red. Her eyes were unfocused and she was breathing pretty heavily. Her magnificent cleavage rose and sank with each laboured breath. I could make out her pointed nipples against the thin black fabric of her halter minidress. My mother was heavily aroused, not drunk.
Richard the sly dog climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. He put his hands on my mother’s graceful pale shoulders and began to massage her.
“Mmmmmm…” she went and closed her eyes.
Richard spent the next ten minutes giving her a good rub. Several times, his hands moved to stroke her sleek bare back, along her spine, all the way down the back of her waist. My mother would suddenly gasp and arch her back against him when he does this. By the end of the ten minutes, Richard had my mother panting open mouthed.
He made his next move, snuggling his face against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. At the same time his hands reached under her slender arms to her front and caught her breasts. My mother moaned and arched her back again, leaning her body back against Richard.
Richard eagerly caressed my mother’s breasts over her dress, squeezing gently, teasing her aroused nipples over the thin fabric of the dress. My mother moaned like crazy.
“God, you’re so beautiful Aunty May!” Richard whispered excitedly.
“Mmmmm… Ahhhhhh…”
He lowered his face to kiss her neck once more, earning more moans of approval. His kisses trailed until he reached the back of her neck where the knot of her halter dress was. With his teeth, he tugged on the strings and her top became undone.
The top of the dress fell to reveal my mother’s beautiful snowy C-cup breasts with reddish excited nipples. They were round and perky and they were quickly in Richard’s grasp. My mother didn’t seem to notice the difference, being lost in the heat.
Richard pulled my mother higher up the bed. He moved a little to her side before taking her head and pulling her towards him for a kiss. With her turned to face him, her bare chest was before him and he put his hands up to play with them once more.
Their kisses grew long and more desperate. I could see that the passion was rapidly building between them. My mother was panting harder and harder, faster and faster, until suddenly she released Richard’s mouth and tensed up in his arms. Her mouth opened in a wide ‘O’, and she released a long luscious moan.
My mother just had an orgasm from a kiss!
Richard had a knowing smirk on his face.
“Ooooh… Oh My God! How? Richie?” she panted.
“You’re so hot, you know that,” Richard said before claiming her mouth again.
“Ouuughh… Mmmmmm…”
I saw his hand reach down and slowly pull up her dress until it was over her waist. The first thing I noticed was that my mother was wearing a very sexy black lace thong. The second thing was that her beautiful sexy legs were rubbing together, like there was an itch between her legs that she can’t quite scratch.
“I see that you wore the panties I bought you… Very nice…” he said.
Richard slid his hand between my mother’s thighs, cupping her thinly covered vagina with the palm of his hand. My mother clamped her legs around his hand in response.
“Cannot…” she panted softly, but she did not sound very convincing.
Richard lay her down on the bed and then, kneeling beside her, bent down and kissed her again. His right hand was still clamped between her thighs, over her hot pussy, but his other hand roamed free and teased her nipples. His mouth soon joined in and took in the other nipple. My mother was in heaven.
After a few minutes of merciless teasing, I could see her legs losing resolve and relaxing their grip on Richard’s hand. He immediately began rubbing her pussy while keeping up the delicious torture on her breasts.
The increase in the pitch of her voice signaled her crumbling defenses. Pulling her thong to one side, he slipped one naughty finger into her tight wet slit. His thumb however rubbed circles around her sensitive clit.
“Hnnnnghhh! Ahhh!” She moaned and hugged Richard frantically against her chest. Richard quickly frigged her to her next orgasm. I watched my mother cum against his gleeful fingers.
“Nggghhhhhhh Uuuugghhhh. Haaaaaaaah!”
Her hips rose up from the bed in strong upward jerks.
When it finally died down, they lay side by side, my mother red faced and heaving for breath, and Richard on his side, watching her with a smile. After allowing her to rest for about five minutes, Richard’s fingers were back between her thighs, teasing her back to heated heights. My mother just lay limply on the bed and panted hotly this time, allowing my classmate to toy with her very excited vagina.
Richard stopped a while to rise to his knees again beside her before reaching between her thighs to keep pleasuring her. I saw my mother willingly parted her legs a little wider this time. Her own hands moved to squeeze her own breasts. It was an erotic sight to behold.
With his other free hand, he began to unbutton his shirt. Mother watched him with eyes heavy with lust. She looked like she was about to say something but just bit her lip and closed her eyes instead and surrendered to the sensations Richard was giving her.
Richard slowly stripped off his garments until he was completely naked. He continued to play with her pussy while taking her hand and placing it on his dick. My mother’s eyes flew open when she felt the generous girth of the organ in her hand.
Richard was well hung, comparable with Alex in the past, good length and deliciously thick. But his looked better shaped than Alex. I’ve heard of foot models who use their feet to model socks and stuff. Richard could start a profession as a penis model, for condoms and the like.
I immediately recognized the wanton look of lust on my mother’s face.
Richard guided her hand to stroke up and down his shaft. Soon she was doing it on her own, seemingly mesmerized by the teenage cock.
“Mmm, very syok, Aunty,” He said.
“Richie… We cannot…”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
“No… we…”
“So you like it?”
“Mmmm… it’s very nice. Very exciting.”
“Your pussy is very beautiful also Aunty.”
“We cannot… It’s wrong.”
“Can, you show me your pussy Aunty? It’s so beautiful.”
“Oh no… you already see it lah.”
“Not clearly. Your legs are in the way.”
My mother did not reply him. She closed her eyes again, taking deep breaths, looking like she was trying to focus on taming her wildly pumping heart.
Richard gently rolled her to her side so that she was facing him. With one hand, he hooked her leg up by holding up the back of her knee and raised her leg. She did not resist him.
My mother lay on her side, her dress around her waist, one alluring leg raised tentatively upwards, her lacy thong pushed to one side of her crotch to reveal her beautiful tight pussy. It had a healthy red shade and looked puffy from her arousal. Her pussy was waxed smooth leaving only a very slight patch of hair above her clit. Richard lay on his side in a 69 position with my mother. With his fingers, he parted her lower lips to reveal the pink flesh inside.
My mother gasped and opened her eyes to find herself face to face with Richard’s full hard cock…
Richard explored my mother’s pussy, spreading it apart with his fingers, probing her sensitive insides. One of his thumb teased her clit ceaselessly. Mother moaned freely. It was like she had given up fighting the inevitable.
Richard slowly turned her again so that he was on all fours above her in the 69 position. Then he buried his face between her legs and licked for all he was worth. My mother squealed like tickled child. Her back arched and her mouth gaped with pleasure. Richard’s tongue delved into her inner folds, seeking nectar, driving her wild.
“Oooooh… Ahhhh… Ahhhh… Richie! Uhhhhh…”
Richard seemed determine to please her. I watch him quickly push her off the edge of another shuddering orgasm. He then slowed his pace but kept on teasing her to keep her under constant stimulation.
“Mmmmmm… Ahhhh… Ahh… Mmmmm”
My mother was like a person drunk on pleasure. What happened next shocked even me, who had seen more shit than most boys my age. In the throes of pleasure, my prim and proper mother lifted her head and gave the giant cock hanging above her a tentative lick. It felt like a lightning bolt just struck me.
Richard, who no doubt felt it, lowered his hips a little until his large cockhead was touching mother’s face. He ground his hips causing it to rub all over her beautiful face, smearing some glistening pre-cum on her cheek. My mother did not react as first, but as he intensified his attack on her pussy, she responded again, licking his dick. This time, she did not stop and moved her head to lick his cock again and again, all while her eyes was closed.
This went on for several minutes, during which my mother had two small but intense orgasms. This caused her to lap at Richard’s cock even more fervently. Richard stopped giving my mother oral and looked a little disappointed. If I were to guess, he probably expected my mother to take his cock into her mouth by now. Well the joke is on him. I don’t think my mother has ever given a blowjob in her life. I don’t think she even knows what a blowjob is.
Richard seemed to consider something for a minute while my mother licked his cock like it was a dangling lollipop. After seemingly coming to a decision, he rose and turned himself to kneel between her legs, his cock dangling above her slick cunt.
“Richie…” My mother moaned.
“Just once okay? Please Aunty May?”
“Cannot Richie… I’m married.”
“I cannot tahan liao Aunty.”
Richard lowered his cock to nudge against her sensitive opening.
“Ughhhh,” she moaned again with pleasure. “Wait Richie. Wait. I help you release okay?”
Richard paused.
My mother slowly propped herself up the bed.”Ummm, come to the bathroom,” she said and got off the bed. Richard followed my mother curiously as she walked unsteadily to the bathroom. Before entering, she hunted around for her hand bag and retrieved a small bottle. I recognized it as the Avocado oil she carries around for her hair.
My mother also stripped the dress from her body and let down her hair from the bun, albeit abit shyly. Now she looked like a goddess with flawless porcelain skin, flowing long black hair, and nothing on except a sexy lacy thong.
I could already guess what she was planning to do. It was the same deal with Alex back then. My mother stepped into the shower and turned it on, basking in the warm water. Alex boldly stepped into the tub and hugged her from behind. His erection was pressed against her beautifully curved butt and his hand moved down to play with her pussy again.
“Ah… Ah… Ah… Richie, why are you so naughty?”
“When I see you I cannot tahan lah Aunty.”
My mother opened the bottle of Avocado oil and smeared a generous amount on her inner thighs. Richard must have realized what she was doing as well. My mother then parted her legs a little and asked Richard to put his dick between them.
Things seemed to be going to plan. For the next five minutes Richard vigorously fucked my mother’s oily thighs from behind while hugged her under the warm shower. I could see from his demeanor that he was not happy about this. Serves the prick right.
“Ummm… Aunty May?” Richard spoke up.
“Mmmm… Yes?”
My mother’s face was glowing with a fresh blush. It would seem this was turning her on.
“Umm, can you remove your underwear? It feels a bit painful rubbing against it,” the cheeky boy said.
My mother stayed silent, probably at a loss of words.
Always bold, Richard pulled out his oiled cock, and used his fingers to pull down the lacy thong. My mother let her last defense drop onto the bathtub floor and stepped out of it. Richard thrust his thick cock between her soft smooth thighs again. The bastard made sure to rub it against her pussy making her moan softly.
I should have known Richard wouldn’t give up so easily. His naughty hand found my mother’s clit again and he expertly made her moan louder. It got louder and shriller until suddenly she tensed and she arched her back, letting an orgasm wash over her.
In a flash, Richard grabbed and lifted up one of her legs. He then immediately sank his thick cock into her cumming cunt.