This is it–your first slumberparty with students from your new school. Being the new guy is so hard–trying to fit in, to learn all the unspoken rules. But these guys seem pretty chill. Plus, his mom is a smoke show. Total yummy mummy. Pregnant too. And sweet, telling you to make yourself comfortable, that when she says that her home is yours, she really means it. There seems to be something behind this statement, a sort of sly grin…but she assures you the other boys will fill you in on the house rules, and just relax and enjoy. Everything seems normal, going totally fine, until you hear a noise from the bathroom. Whoa, is Max watching porn? Oh, wow–he’s getting his dick sucked by Mrs. Bettie! This is insane! Should you tell someone? Tell her son?? She’s talking to Max like this is normal, like it happens all the time. You watch as she strokes Max to completion, covering her big mommy milkers in a sticky mess…what the heck was that?? Later, on edge but undeniably horny, you hear more noises–this time coming from Mrs. Bettie’s bedroom. Sneaking down the hall and peering around the cracked door, you see her naked, on top of Jared, sucking and stroking him. He’s small, and she purrs her approval over his size, as sweet and encouraging as she was talking to you in the kitchen, telling Jared to slide right into her tightest hole…and he does! She rides him hard, pumping her ass up and down on his cock until he cums. What is going on with this lady?? You’re still not sure if you should tell her son, and you find yourself lying wide awake on the floor of his room, contemplating your options. Finally, you drift off…only to be awoken by the unmistakable sound of sex from above you, on the bed. But it’s just you and him in the room…surely she wouldn’t…wow! She’s riding her own son!! Leaning back, thrusting her hips while she talks about the very things you saw her do! Was this what she meant about the rules?!? It couldn’t be…could it? The next morning, you wake up early and decide you need to talk to her. You need to know just what the heck is happening. “You’re up early!” she says, a big grin on her face. “How was your night? I didn’t keep you up, did I?” she asks, a smile on her face. You tell her she did. And from there, the truth is revealed
