My mom was always kind of a ho. Not an insult-if anything, she would consider it a compliment. She had six children: a son at 18 (my older brother-well, half-brother, probably), another son at 20, then me, a daughter, at 24, and another daughter at 27. Then, at 42, she had fraternal twins, son and daughter, but that is after our experience that I'm recounting here. None of us knew our fathers, and I'm not sure even our mother knew who they were. We just figured they were all different men. Mom worked a series of odd jobs, mostly as a waitress or cashier, a few times as a telemarketer, and she often worked as a stripper as a side gig. She might have occasionally been a hooker too, but I'm not sure about that.
My mom and I always had a bit of an odd relationship. Maybe because I was a middle child and her first daughter. I remember how young I was when she told me I should be friends with more boys than girls, because boys would make me happy. I was a bit older when she told me boys would like me if I put out. When I was 14 and sucking on a lollipop, she laughed and asked me if I was practicing for my boyfriend. I was mortified. I shrieked and ran to my room.
The most important thing we shared together happened 30 years ago. It was the summer of '96. My mother was 40, and I was 16. We were on a summer vacation together in some small resort (well, more like a hick town with some beaches) in Florida. We couldn't afford anything more. It was just the two of us: my older brothers were already grown men, having fun on their own during the summer break, my younger sister was away at a summer camp (the cheapest one available), and my mom wouldn't have her two youngest children until two years later. By the summer of '96, my mom and I were really starting to look like polar opposites: she with her big fake tits, bleached blonde hair, slutty smile and tattoos, and I with my long raven hair, perky tits, smooth skin and firm butt.
In a small place like that, with just a few bars and some family-friendly beaches, my mom couldn't exactly hook up with a guy easily, but I could tell she still hoped to get some dick. That was in her nature. Admittedly, summer heat and sea air was making me horny as well, but I didn't actually plan on doing anything about it except masturbate. I hadn't done much sexual stuff by that point, I only made out with around a dozen guys and some girls, and I blew a few guys after they licked my pussy.
A few days into our vacation, mom and I were out for a walk, planning to go to the beach later. We went to a small store to buy some extra bottled water and some snacks. There was this fat, hairy, gross-looking middle aged guy there, he was dressed in a stained T-shirt and shorts and buying a beer. I could see him leering at my mom and me. He quickly started to move in on my mother, asking her if she was new to the place, if I was her daughter, how long were we staying for a vacation, saying he lived there, asking if we needed him to show us some nice beaches and crap like that. Of course, my mom played into that, giggling like a whore and leaning into him as they spoke. He told her she was hot and she laughed obnoxiously. He ran a hand down barbed-wire tattoo on her right shoulder and she bit her lower lip, her eyes wide. I could see this guy's huge hard-on tenting his shorts as he flirted with my mom and stared at her big fake tits. I was worried she would jump the guy right then and there. I was just about ready to drag my mom out of the store, but thankfully she paid and we left. I could feel that creep's eyes on our butts as we walked away.
As soon as we were out of the store, my mom told me how that guy was so hot and that she hoped we would run into him again. I scoffed, feeling disgusted. I asked her how could she be attracted to that fat pig. She laughed and told me I would understand it when I get older.
We soon came across a small lake (well, maybe more like a pond), with a nice little meadow in front of it. My mom suggested we sunbathe there for a change. Take a break from overcrowded beaches with annoying kids. I agreed. We already had our towels and wore swimsuits underneath, so we just took our tops and shorts off, lied down and enjoyed. I always cringed when I saw my mom's tramp stamp (violet butterfly with swirls and vines tattoo on her lower back), but I tried not to focus on that.
After about half an hour, we heard some rustling and realized someone was approaching. I looked up and was shocked to see that creep from the store standing there. He didn't wear a shirt now, just shorts, and his big, fat gut, hairy was hanging out. He was still carrying that beer he had bought from the store. Next to him was a boy around my age, maybe a year or two older. He was also a big guy, but more bulky than fat, with nice muscles, he seemed like a wrestler type. I guess that is why his skin was smooth and not hairy like the other guy's, shaving before training and all that. The boy wore tight speedos, and I could tell he was well-endowed. I shuddered.
I just stared, while my mom gleefully greeted them. I could hear that whorish excitement in her voice. The man, leering at us all over again, said he was heading to the beach with his son (the boy he was with). To my shock, my mom asked them if they could stick around for a bit and apply sunscreen to our back. Before I could protest, they both agreed. My mom handed them both the sunscreen and smirked at me. I was embarrassed beyond belief.
The fat guy used his big meaty hands to apply sunscreen to my mom's back, while she smiled and moaned. Of course, she undid the straps on her bikini while that pig had his hands all over her. I was sure I wouldn't do that. But his son's touch felt good. A bit rough, but still attentive. It was like a massage, in a way. Ever now and then, he would slide his hands down to rub my ass a bit, and I would shudder. After a while, my muscles started to relax, and I felt a jolt go down to my pussy. I realized I was wet. I looked over at my mother. The boy's father was raging hard, rubbing his boner into my mom's ass as he slipped his hands underneath her to rub the lotion on her jugs. They weren't even trying to be discrete. I knew where this was going. In the next moment, I felt the boy reach down and start fondling my tits. My first instinct was to swat his hand away, but I didn't want him to think I was some kind of frigid lesbo. I froze for a few moments, then I felt a rush of arousal. His touch felt so nice on my tits, sending sensations down to my pussy while my heart was pounding. Pretty soon, I also felt him press his hard-on into my ass, while he reached with his other hand to rub my wet pussy. My eyes rolled back and I stifled a moan.
What followed feels like a haze, but soon enough, mom and I were lying on our back and getting fucked, out in the open, right next to each other. That fat hairy guy was pounding her used-up cunt, while his soon was filling out my tight inexperienced pussy. They both had such big, fat, meaty cocks. I remember a rush of sharp pain when my virginity was taken, I'm not sure if I screamed or not. I started shaking when I felt the blood run down my legs, I was so scared but so excited. Pretty soon, pain melted away into pleasure.
I knew it was sick, risky, crazy. Having sex with strangers in public. But nobody else was around, and the summer heat and sexually charged atmosphere did their job. We knew anyone could walk by or drive by any moment and see us, but it felt too good to stop. In a way, it turned us on even more. Thankfully, there were no cellphones with cameras in 1996, so we didn't have to worry about that.
While I writhed and moaned, my pussy pulsing around the boy's big, throbbing cock, I felt my mother reach over and hold my hand. I was confused for a moment, then I squeezed her hand back. It made us feel so special and close, holding hands while we were getting fucked. Mom still held onto my hand as she came, screaming like a whore. I followed soon afterwards, waves of pleasure washing over me, followed by sweet bliss.
As I tried to recover after a great orgasm under crazy circumstances, I felt my mom's gaze on my exposed pussy. I looked down and saw it was still a bit gaping, and it was dripping with juices and spunk, still with a few drops of blood here and there. There was a thin but long red trail running down my legs, and a bright red spot on the towel. I felt my cheeks burn, suddenly shy again. I looked away, and then my mom leaned over and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips. She said: "My beautiful little girl, you're a woman now." There was pride and warmth in her voice. I felt my heart swell. Then the four of us went to our motel room and spent the rest of the day fucking.
Today, at the age of 46, as a married woman and a mother of five children, and having experiences as both boy mom and girl mom (three sons and two daughters), I am even more shocked when I think back on the time I lost my virginity, and I would never dream of doing what my mom did. But still, that event holds a special place in my heart. I often get turned on when I think about it, and I have to go jump my husband. My mother is 70 now and I don't think she regrets anything, but then again, she is wired differently. Or maybe we are not so different after all?.