It seems I made an impression, the frat president invited me back for more…
A week later Marcus texted Connor, “Bring your mom back Saturday night. House needs a proper welcome for the new brother. Don’t be late.”
Connor showed me the message while I was still in my robe, coffee in hand. My cunt twitched the second I read it. “Looks like Mommy’s still on the payroll, baby.”
Saturday I dressed the same way, tight black dress, no panties, 34E tits pushed up so the dark pink nipples almost peeked out. Connor drove over to pick me up. His hand was under the hem before we left the driveway, two fingers already sliding through the mess that had started the moment I put on lipstick. The basement smelled the same, beer, sweat, sex. Marcus was waiting in the center of the circle, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips. Two other brothers stood with him, both black, both built like they lived in the gym. One was Darnell, 6’2″, thick neck, a heavy package already tenting his shorts. The other was Jay, a little shorter but wider, arms like tree trunks, a smirk that said he’d been looking forward to this all week.
Marcus’s voice rolled out deep. “Connor’s official now. Tradition says the new brother’s mom gets the full house welcome. That means me, these two, and the kid himself. All night. No limits. You good with that, Courtney?”
I dropped to my knees right there, dress already hiked up over my hips so my shaved pussy was on display. “I’m here to make sure my boy stays in good standing. Use me however you want.”
Marcus laughed, low and dirty. “Get that dress off.”
“Yes sir…” I said as I stripped.
Four pairs of eyes locked on my heavy tits, soft stomach, wide hips, and the glistening slit between my thick thighs. Connor’s cock was already out, the same thick white dick I’d raised and just last week had flooded me. Marcus pushed his sweatpants down and that ten-inch black monster sprang free, heavier than I remembered, veins standing out, the head already wet. Darnell and Jay followed. Both were thick, long, dark as night, maybe 9″ or 10″ cocks that made my mouth water and my cunt clench.
Marcus pointed at the mattress. “Start with your son. Get him hard for us while we watch.”
I crawled to Connor, took his cock in both hands, and swallowed him to the root. The taste of him mixed with the scent of my own earlier arousal. I gagged deliberately so spit ran down my chin onto my tits, then pulled off and looked up at him. “Fuck Mommy’s throat, baby. Show your new brothers how well you trained this mouth.”
Connor grabbed my hair and thrust. I let him use me, wet choking sounds filling the basement while Marcus, Darnell, and Jay stroked themselves. When Connor’s cock was rock hard and shiny, Marcus stepped in.
“On your back. Legs open. We’re going to stretch that white milf cunt until it remembers every one of us.”
I lay back, knees to my chest, presenting the puffy pink lips still a little swollen from the week before. Marcus rubbed the fat head of his BBC up and down my slit, collecting my juices, then pushed in. The stretch was brutal and perfect. Inch after thick black inch forced my pussy open until his balls pressed against my ass. I cried out, loud and shameless.
“Fuck! So big, bigger than my son! Fill me!”
He fucked me hard from the start, long powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and slap together. Connor knelt beside my head. I turned and took his cock back into my mouth while Marcus rearranged my guts. The dual sensation, thick white cock stretching my throat, massive black cock splitting my cunt, had me dripping down to the mattress in seconds.
Marcus pulled out and nodded to Darnell. “Your turn.”
Darnell’s cock was thicker around the middle. He slammed into me without hesitating, hips snapping, the wet slap of dark skin against pale ass echoing. I moaned around Connor’s dick, spit running down my cheek. Jay moved in next, rotating with Darnell so one was always buried inside me while the other fed me his cock. They traded holes, pussy, mouth, pussy again, until my lips were swollen and my cunt was a mess of cream and spit.
Marcus ordered the next position. “All fours. We’re going to fill every hole.”
I scrambled up. Connor slid underneath me so I could sink down onto his thick white cock, facing him. The familiar stretch felt almost gentle after the BBCs. Then Marcus knelt behind me, spat on my tight asshole, and pressed the head of that ten-inch monster against it.
“Take a deep breath, slut mom.”
He pushed. The burn was sharp, intense, perfect. My asshole stretched wider than it ever had, inch by inch, until his hips met my cheeks and I was double stuffed, son in my cunt, frat president’s BBC buried in my ass. I screamed into Connor’s mouth as they started moving. Opposite rhythms. Every time Connor thrust up, Marcus pulled back; every time Marcus slammed forward, Connor bottomed out. My body was a toy between them, tits swinging, juices pouring down Connor’s balls.
Darnell and Jay stood on either side. I took turns sucking them, gagging, letting them fuck my face while the two cocks below kept wrecking me. Marcus growled, “Look at your boy while I breed this white ass.”
I locked eyes with Connor. His face was flushed, eyes dark with lust. “Watch, baby. Watch Mommy’s ass take that black cock. Watch how it fucking stretches me.”
Marcus fucked harder. The pressure built until I came with a broken sob, cunt and ass clamping down, milking both of them. Connor groaned and flooded me first, hot thick spurts deep in my pussy. Marcus followed seconds later, pumping rope after rope of heavy black cum straight into my guts. When they pulled out, a thick white and creamy mix poured from both holes, running down my thighs.
They didn’t give me time to recover. Darnell flipped me onto my back again, folded my legs up, and drove into my creampied cunt. Jay took my mouth. Marcus and Connor watched, stroking, getting hard again. They rotated positions for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes each, missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, stacked double penetration, spit-roasts. Every combination of white son and black frat brothers filling me. My tits were red from rough hands. My pussy and ass gaped and leaked constantly. Every time one of them came, they made sure Connor saw it. Black cum dripping from my white milf holes, mixed with his own seed, while I begged for more.
Near the end Marcus had me on my knees in the center of the circle. All four cocks pointed at my face. “Open wide. Final load for the new brother’s mom.”
They stroked hard. Connor came first, painting my tongue and cheeks. Darnell and Jay followed, thick ropes across my tits and open mouth. The other boys sprayed their loads like a fire hose, glazing my face in thick, creamy black cum, my face and hair coated in it. Marcus saved his for last, stepping forward, forcing the head past my lips, and unloading straight down my throat. I swallowed every pulse, then stuck my tongue out so the leftover could drip down my chin onto my already filthy tits. I stayed on my knees, breathing hard, body shaking, every hole leaking. Marcus crouched in front of me, wiped a smear of cum from my cheek with his thumb, and pushed it into my mouth.
“You’re official house entertainment now, Courtney. Whenever we need a demonstration, whenever a new brother needs reminding what the frat is about… you come. Clear?”
I licked his thumb clean and looked at my son, who was already half-hard again watching me. “Clear. Anything for my boy… and for these big black cocks.”
Connor helped me stand. Cum ran down my inner thighs in thick streams. I didn’t bother putting the dress back on properly, just laid there naked in a pool of sweat and cum all night. I was never this big of a whore even in my college days, but if the frat house wants a milf like me, then I’ll stay around if I get fucked like this. The next morning, I woke up, sore and aching from my cum stained pussy. Marcus just gave me a slap on the ass and a nod of respect while my son walked me to the car. I rode home naked, sitting on the dress in the car with my naked body on full display. In the car he didn’t speak for a long minute. Then his hand slid between my legs again, fingers pushing deeper in my cunt.
“You’re the best fucking mom,” he whispered.
I spread wider and let him play the whole drive home, already thinking about the next text Marcus would send.
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