Stripped by the boys

[mikey22]

It was a Friday night but not the typical Friday night for mom, as she sat at the bar at a pizza place located inside the mall.
Unfortunately mom had just been stood up again by some guy that promised to rock her world.
Yep a supposedly Mr. Right that was around 15 years younger than her.

“ He’s probably married? And can’t get away from the house! “
She scoffed as she finished her fourth drink, and decided to pay the tab and move on.

But it was still early and mom didn’t want to just go home, but she really didn’t have no desire to go shopping either.
But over the years she’d heard Misty and Crystal talk often about all the hookups that go on at the mall.

Y’all remember when going to the mall was a big deal, of course that was before social media, computers and of course there was no such thing as on line ordering. And if you did have a cell phone, it was this big awkward brick thing you had to carry around and it didn’t half ass work anyway.

But going to the mall was cool, that’s when you met up with your friends to hang out at the food court or the arcade. Most often these were more of the well to do preppy crowd that’s got a little money.
The others just hung out in some strip mall parking lot usually where the Video Express or Blockbuster movie rental stores were.

Mom sort of missed out on hanging out like that since she was a slave during her teenage years. But she was intrigued by just watching them interact with one another as she casually strolled the mall, puffing on her cigarette and watching.

“ Oh I would be such a slut! If I could be in there world? “
She says to herself watching some slutty looking little blonde, flirting with some guy.

Little did she know, she was fixing to be swept up right into there world.
After the third time she’d passed the arcade, she heard a guy whistle her way.

Her heart skipped a beat, as she stopped and looked back over her shoulder.

“ Was he whistling at me? “
She asks herself and within seconds she found herself surrounded by a pack of young studs.
It was Big Brad, Brock, Scotty and Chad, along with others that there name’s didn’t right off come to mind.
All of these mom had watched grow up, since they were all Misty and Crystals classmates.

All were telling her how hot she was.

“ Oh come on now boys! “
Mom said with a laugh, as she points down the mall toward a group of teenage girls, that were all looking moms way wishing they were in mom’s shoes at that very moment. Cause they know mom’s shoes would soon be off and her hosed feet would be up in the air over Big Brads broad shoulders, as he pumps her with his sausage sized cock.

“ Seriously? What do they see in her? “
Many of them asked one another.

As we know from previous stories, moms got a reputation. A reputation that implies that she might be easily seduced to do whatever they want, especially since at the moment she’s got 4 drinks in her, her arousal builds as she sees the boys looking her dressed body over.

Being surrounded by young masculine men brings mom back to her slave roots. Cause she’s got the arousal of a slave. Within her panties her cunt starts to juice uncontrollably. Her nipples harden. And even though outside it’s a bitter cold 30 degree night, her body starts to sweat beneath her leather coat.
As they continue to flirt with her, she slipped her right sweaty foot from her high heeled pump she wiggled her toes realizing how restrictive her hose made her feel.

She then wondered if her slave stink would give her away. Though she hides it well beneath fragrant shampoos, perfume, makeup and deodorant along with the alcohol and cigarettes. Would that be enough though.

“ What would they think? If they knew I’ve got a brand? “
Mom says to herself as she smiles and laughs as they come on to her with immature pick up lines.

“ You want to party with us? “
Brad said to her.

“ I’ll follow you in my car. “

“ Oh no we can’t let you do that. “
He said with an evil grin.

“ Let’s go! You’re coming with us! “
He said in a demanding voice.

The submissive side of mom just nods and follows along, as she walks along with the boys around her, leading her along.

Though she’s a fully dressed middle aged woman with her own free will, she feels virtually naked, cuffed, collared and leashed. And in a way she wished she was.

“ Oh what would all these people think? If I was slave naked right now? “
Mom wonders.
Especially as she sees the teenage girls watching her intensely as the boys were leading her away.

As her high heels clicked and clacked loudly mom drew the attention of older married couples. Wives would look at her with envy and jealousy wishing so badly that they to could be in her shoes at that moment.

“ Debrah…Debrah? “
She hears a man calling her name.

“ I’m sorry I’m late! I got tied up at the office! “
This 30 something year old man called out apologizing to her.

Yeah it was Bob the one that she was gonna have dinner and a date with.

“ Sorry Bob you missed your chance tonight. Call me next week. “
Mom said blowing him off.

He watched defeated and dumbfounded as she walks away with a pack of 18 to 20 year old jocks.

Mom was led out into the parking lot and escorted to a maroon Buick Regal, where she found herself sandwiched between Brock and Scotty.
While Brad drove and Chad rode shotgun.
The car cranks the big V-8 rumbling much like Misty’s Nova does. Rock music blasts from the speakers while Chad fires up a joint.

Scotty wasted no time forcing himself on to mom by kissing her. His hands move immediately to her white blouse quickly unbuttoning it.
His strong hands reached into her bra, pulling her big tits out, letting them hang over the white bra.

Brock went right for her belt. The snap and zipper of her dress pants quickly split apart.

From the front seat Chad turned looking back onto her, as she sat between the guys with her legs spread wide.

“ Damn! Look at that pussy mound on that cunt! “

“ Cunt? Did he just call me a cunt? “
Mom says to herself.

Normally a woman of her age would slap the shit out of some guy for saying such a thing.

But the submissive side of mom just takes it.

Mom feels so vulnerable seeing the lights of the city around her shining through the T tops and windows, she looks down at her milky white tits, wondering if other’s could see from other cars.
The boys took turns fingering her.

“ Oh her panties are so wet! “
Scotty said as he takes his turn fingering her.

“ She shaves it to! Monica’s mom has a full bush!”
Brock announced to them all.

“ Your doing Monica’s mom? “
They all ask in unison.

“ Yeah she kind of forced herself onto me. “
He said with a red face.

Mom was loving this. She hadn’t been in this type of predicament since the time she was slave naked in the back seat of a 57 Chevy.

A cavalcade of friends cars fell in line behind Brad. As they stopped at red lights a car of rude obnoxious boys would cheer Brock and Scotty on as they groped away at this middle aged Milf.

“ I’m fucking her first! “
One of them would yell out.

“ Mmmmm! I can’t wait! “
Mom mumbled to herself, as the boys started arguing about who was gonna fuck her first. Mom loved the attention she was getting from this. It was almost as if they were gonna have a fight and she’d be the trophy for the winner.

It wasn’t long before they were on I-55 going south crossing the Mississippi line and into Southaven where they exited the freeway.
Soon they were in a maze of upper middle class homes. The car parks into a driveway. All the other cars park around them, filling the driveway, and out onto both sides of the street.

Mom was sort of taken back by the size of the crowd. This was obviously a big party. And she was obviously the VIP. On the guest list.

Outside the car she looked up at the fine $500.000 home wondering if she might have been the one that sold Brads parents this home so many years before.

Mom and her sister in law Cheryl were two of the realtors that prospered from the real estate boom when the wealth of the well to do crowd flocked from the Memphis area southward of the Mississippi line.

Mom did nothing to conceal her big tits as the floodlights shined down onto her, as she approached the house along the brick paved sidewalk. Her open pants fell slightly as she walks giving the watching crowd a glimpse of her full backed panties.

As she climbed the steep bricked steps in her 5 inch heels her pants legs rose giving the boys from behind a look at her sexy nylon clad legs.

She’s escorted straight through the front door into the foyer, the ceiling was high with a lit chandelier that hung above her.

To her left was a large living room with tall windows the curtains were open so you could easily see outside across the yard and towards the street. At the large home on the hill directly across from them.

The crowd grew larger as people toted in cases of beer, wine and spirits. Along with multiple boxes of pizza.

Right there in the foyer she felt her long heavy leather coat as it was pulled from her body from behind.
Her pants fell easily to her ankles, she carefully pulled her feet from them, keeping her heels on, she stood there in her tan knee highs looking downward as the last two buttons of her white blouse were unfastened. Like the coat her blouse was then taken from her body.

Though her tits were out for all to see, she feels a boy from behind yanking at her bra, struggling with the three hooked clasp that secured it.

“ Get the fuck out of the way! Let a real man do that! “
She hears a masculine deep voice say. As the clasp was then easily unhooked.
The straps of the big white bra falls freely from her body.

She then gasps as she feels a boys hands pulling downwards at her full backed panties, as they fall to her feet her branded fat ass comes into everyone’s view.

For a moment there was nothing but silence, a silence that was only seconds but felt as if it was an eternity.

Then she feels the swift smack on her ass from Brads big hand.

“ Looks like we got a real slave on our hands boys! And just think I didn’t have to pay a dime for her! “
Brad said looking her mostly naked body over.

“ Cunt! Get them fucking heels and hose off! Slaves don’t wear shit like that! “

Mom immediately kicked off her heels and started peeling off her nylons. She then stood there besides her earrings pearls and wedding band she stood there with her discarded clothing laying around her.

Brad pointed towards the living room. The plush white carpet felt good to moms bare feet, as she was positioned in front of one of the tall windows that faced the front yard.

From behind she feels Brads hands pushy downwards onto her shoulders.
She immediately falls to her knees with her head bowed slightly and her hands resting on her thighs palms up.

All around her she hears the sounds of people undressing. She opens her eyes seeing the entire crowd of probably 20 people and the crowd was quickly growing. Along with all there cocks.

Though mom was horny as Hell and her erect nipples and sopping wet and dripping pussy proved it. She did have a sense of fear of wondering if she was capable of handling this cause it was obvious that a gang bang was in order.

[mikey22]

Part 2

For a middle aged fugitive slave like mom, this was a dream come true, as she lives out her most wanted fantasy of being busted as a slave by a bunch of young well endowed hunks.
And well endowed they was as she looked at them all, it almost felt like a Christmas morning for a child not knowing which present to open up first, but in moms case it was which cock to suck first.

Her chance to pick her own was quickly stolen away as Big Brad stepped forward, guiding his monstrous sized cock straight to her lips.

She reached for the base of it, only to have her hand slapped away.
She felt his fingers going through her thick feathered hair, then the firm grip around her head. As he demanded her to take more.
His washboard abs felt as hard as steel as her forehead was rammed against him.
His cock filled her mouth and throat.

“ Oh my! Why can’t I find a man of my own to treat me this way? “
Mom says to herself, as she looked straight up into his eyes with her own, letting him know she was loving this.

He soon pulled his dick from her mouth, letting his friends all get a turn getting there dicks sucked.

The crowd grew larger, as the on lookers surrounded mom and the naked brewed of arrogant cocky young men, cheering them on with rude comments.

Mom was loving being the center of there attention. For her this was an opportunity that just didn’t come up very often and she for sure was happy to take full advantage of it.

Both Brad and Brock again stepped in, taking there turns to be the firsts to sample moms other two holes.

Brock handed mom a tube of lube, letting her know that he was the one that was gonna gap out her ass. She took the tube from his hand and squeezed a generous amount of lube into her hand, she then slathered it up and down his thick shaft.

“ Don’t forget mine! “
Brad said standing at Brock’s side.

Both cocks felt huge powerful and strong in both mom’s soft small hands. The boys looked like giants over her kneeled five foot tall naked body.

“ Let’s get on with it! “
Brad said to mom and the on looking crowd.

Brock lays down into the floor, holding up and out his hard cock.

Mom gulps as she straddles his body then feels the head of his cock against her sphincter.

She gulps knowingly what’s coming.
Brad positions himself she feels his fingers spread her lips. Then his mighty prick against her fuck hole.

Both boys pressed inwards at the same time.

Mom lets out a squeal like she hasn’t since she was that teenage slave in the backseat of that 57 Chevy at the drive in when her virginity was bought away from her pimp.

Tears of pain streams down her face, streaking the mask of makeup that she painted her face with daily.
Sweat starts to flow from her pores, as the stink of a slave fills the room.

“ What in the world is that smell! “
A teenage girl blurts out with a cough, as she makes her way to the door for some air.

Yeah some times the stink of a slave is just too much for some to take. As that girl was joined by a few others that just vomited into the shrubbery beneath the high porch.

There was one thing for certain, and that was that the entire house was gonna need a thorough steam cleaning when this night was over with.

Brad and Brock just dominated mom just as if they owned her. And they showed off to there audience with pride.

Mom couldn’t believe the stamina the boys had. Her orgasms flowed like a fucking river.

“ My Gawd! How much longer? “
Mom cries out at the 30 minute mark.

At the 45 minute mark, she was begging for mercy but would receive nothing but a firm slap to her naked ass.

“ Cunt! Shut the Fuck up! “

Brad yells at her with authority.

Mom’s only response to that was to whimper like a whipped puppy dog, as she just took it as if she truly had a choice.

Finally at the top of the hour mark the boys start to groan, and mom feels them both explode within her. She feels there hot spunk fill her holes as there balls are draining.

From there she crawls weakly across the room leaking cum from both her gapped holes. She was much to weak to even attempt to stand. The coffee table she sees some people snorting lines of cocaine from a mirror.

She looks down at the finely chopped powder, and was handed a rolled up $100.00 bill, that had been confiscated from her own purse.

She snorts up one of the lines and the buzz she got hit instantly her heart pounding so fast it feels as if it could explode at any second.
Rock music blasted from the speakers of the stereo, the room starts to spin out of control like some psychedelic bad trip. She feels hands on her body again as she’s pulled back to the center of the room.

Then it was all lights out.

She’s then awakened by a bump and loud noise.

Her eyes opened immediately, ahead of her she sees the Memphis mall through her parked car’s windshield. To the east she sees the bright sunrise.

To her left she sees a Latino man looking straight at her through her drivers side window. He has a backpack blower on his back, a short distance behind him she sees another Latino man looking down onto her from a vacuum truck.

She then looks down and realizes she’s still naked.

She lets out a yelp of surprise, covering her big breasts with her left hand and arm, and reaching for the ignition with her right hand.

Her Cadillac cranks and she throws it into drive and stomps the accelerator with her bare foot, jumping the curb, shredding the sodded turf of the grassy median, off the other curb the old relic burns rubber as she raced towards the streets.

“ Oh what have I done? “
She said sitting at a nearby red light looking around inside the car for her cloths which wasn’t there.

“ Did I take my gym bag from the trunk? “
She wondered from a few days back when she’d gone to the gym last, knowing there would be at least a sweaty tee shirt, shorts and tennis shoes inside it if it was still there.

But by then she was all ready on the freeway and there was nowhere to stop anyway, so homeward she drove often hearing the horns of big trucks as they pass with the gazing looks from horny truck drivers.

She was also startled by an another bunch of teenage boys as a school bus passes, apparently they were still on the road from a long distance football game from the night before.

All were staring at her bouncing breasts as she drove. Her face blushed crimson as she felt more embarrassed than she’d felt in years.

“ I better get off this road, before I get myself into a collar! “
She says to herself.

Deciding to take the next exit, before some nosy busybody calls in to report a naked slave driving a stolen car or something.

Through the country side she drives, passing the occasional cars and trucks with no real reaction from any of them.

All goes well until she comes into town, stopped only by the crowd that was gathering at The First Baptist Church for a weekend revival.
Mom slumps down into her seat as she stops so some can cross the street in front.

“ Deborah is that you?…Why don’t you join us today? “

She hears the preachers wife yell from a distance.

Mom gulps again, as she feverishly blushed.

“ Oh what would they all think? If I parked and walked in slave naked with a branded ass.

From the street she spots one of the preacher’s daughters who looked her way, smiling sweetly as she pulls downward on her own shirt to hide her own slutty looking tramp stamp.

Yep the towns full of hypocrites she thinks back to the night the preacher himself propositions her at The Fuzzy Duck lounge. Falling into his own pit of sin.

She slowly passed by the church and on around the historical Whorisville square passing the courthouse, police station, Feed and seed hardware store and the drug store. Before passing her own office, where she’ll make a right turn.

At the next four way stop to her right she sees the department of agriculture. Her heart starts to race as she can barely see that statue of a kneeling naked slave, with collar and chain around her neck.
Directly behind her was the dominating figure than none other than Cornel Joe Doe dressed from colonial times with his strong hand holding the slave down at her shoulder, in the other he held a stern looking crop.

Mom’s puffy thick and pale nipples quickly grew hard. Her wide areola’s felt extremely sensitive. Her pussy moistens. She’s tempted to make that right turn, almost as if the devil himself was sitting on her shoulder telling her to do it.

“ Go ahead turn yourself in! It’ll be a blast! “
He says into her ear.

“ Oh how good those cold marble floors would feel to my bare feet? “
Mom ponders as she rubbed her clit.

So close she was to taking that turn,

Then from behind she hears a horn blow.

“ Okay…Okay I’m going! “
Mom says as she drives straight through the intersection.

“ I’m such a pussy! “
Mom says to herself unable to find the courage to to just bite the bullet and turn herself in. So badly she desires to experience that life.

“ How much could my body be worth? “
She looks down at her aging wrinkled body with all its flaws, imagining herself performing on the auction block in front of a packed house. With Prime teens and 20 something’s behind waiting there turns.

Soon mom arrived home. Unfortunately none of us were home to see her make that walk of shame, waddling about all gapped out and sore from the carport to the house.

She quickly draws herself a hot bath and soaks her naked body until it’s cold. She then makes herself to bed and collapses drifting off to sleep.

Monday morning 10:30 AM.

“ Here she comes. “
Misty says from her desk to her sister Crystal who raced from mom’s office towards Misty’s side. From the window they watch there mother as she slowly climbs from the drivers seat of her car.

Mom stands, wearing a crisp blue dress, complete with pantyhose and heels. She attempts to strut from the car towards the office as if nothing was wrong.

She grunts in agonizing pain with every step. Though she desperately tries to hide it, but it was truthfully obvious that she’d been rode hard and put up wet.

The girls just stare at her with their arms crossed as she enters the office.

“ Did you have a good weekend mom? “
Crystal asks with attitude.

“ What? “
Mom asks detecting the attitude in her voice. She tries desperately to dismiss it as if this was just another day.

But then Misty reaches down beside her desk for a paper sack. She extended her hand towards mom.

“ Brad brought this by first thing this morning. Would you care to explain it? “

Mom reached into the sack pulling out her own full backed granny panties she’d worn that night.

They reeked of dirty sex and cum cause every boy in the house that night jerked off into them.

“ God! That smell!…Throw them stinking things away! “

Mom drops her panties into the trash can.

Crystal grabs the trash can and raced towards the back door to empty it into the dumpster.

“ That’s all he brought? “
Mom asks with anger.

“ That’s it! “
Misty responded flatly.

“ What about my Ralph Lauren pants suit? And my Gucci sling backed heels? “

“ I’ll guess that either Brads mom or girlfriend will be wearing those now. “
Misty said with a chuckle of laughter.

“ What about my purse? I had $2,000.00 in cash? And credit cards? “

“ Not no more you don’t! “
Misty said flatly as Crystal hurried back into the room placing the trash can back into its place.

“ You better get on the phone and cancel them cards! “
Crystal says with anger to her mother.

Crystal was furious with her mother.

“ Seriously mom? You can’t play slave with people your own age? “

“ Oh well. “
Mom said just shrugging her shoulders as if this was no big deal.

Though we didn’t have the internet back then. But just by word of mouth everything mom had done at that party spread like wild fire across town.

My own mother scolded me, as if what my mother in law had done was my fault.

She’d learned of the whole incident from waiting at the checkout line at the piggly wiggly Saturday morning.

“ How in the Hell could you marry into such a trashy family? Didn’t I raise you better than that? “

Mom chewed me out for an hour straight that day.

My mom had no use for Deb Jones whatsoever.

“ That woman ain’t nothing but a drunken whore! “

Is how my mom usually describes Misty’s mom.

Though Misty sort of put this off as another one of mom’s stupid things that she does from time to time.

Crystal was totally embarrassed by all of this. Cause everyone was talking about it. She’d hear the guys at the gym laughing about it as they pointed at her.

Even at church Sunday morning Crystal could hear whispers throughout the congregation as they all sat in the pews pointing her way, as if it was all her fault.

“ I can’t do this today! “
Crystal whispered into Billy’s ear as she stood with her Bible, cased fiddle she storms out the door crying.

Billy, Bobby and Josh all looking at one another wondering what there gonna do without Crystal there to lead them through the music hour.

Of course within time things again would calm down and return to normal, as we wait for another of mom’s embarrassing adventures to come along.