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The immediate concern for Adam was that, unlike a theme that just involved wearing one color, he could not piece together a quality sexy costume on short notice. He would have to go to the party supply store after school and buy one. The next dilemma was which one to buy.

Meanwhile, at the insurance office, Christie was busy preparing for her big presentation. Her son, who had pressured her into doing things that a mother should never agree to, had already given her a stimulating, buzzing boost earlier in the morning, fulfilling his part of the dare and hoping to please Frank's wishes. It was hard for Christie to study for the pitch while she also had to plan for how she could rig the party game to hold up her end of her deal with Adam. How could she ensure the placement of her tube and get her son's ball selected?

After Olivia and Adam had finished their afternoon delight in the bathroom stall, they sat there on the toilet cover. Olivia's butt was on her partner's thigh, feeling his cum melt inside her steaming pussy.

"I'm having trouble deciding which costume I should buy for tonight. It needs to be the perfect one," Adam voiced his reservations.

"Why does it need to be the perfect one?"

"Well, I'm going to make a move on my- uh...Christie tonight, and it's important that I give myself the best shot."

"Oh, look at you! Someone's in love," teased Olivia. "But actually, if you want someone to like her, then you should try to make it look like you belong with her."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, try to find a costume that somehow goes with hers. She'll think you two are more connected and belong together, and so will all of her friends, who definitely will influence her decision to do things with you."

The athletically-build son considered the advice from the sexually wise girl on his lap. "That makes a lot of sense. The only thing is that I don't know what she'll be wearing."

"I could ask Frank to ask her."

"Thanks. But then it would be obvious that it was done on purpose. It has to look like a coincidence." That was when Adam realized that, every week, his mom showed up to a party in a different outfit. Every day after work, she always came right home, so there was no way that she was buying her outfits at a store. She was either buying them online and having them shipped to work, or a friend was buying them for her and giving them to her at work. He hoped it was the former.

On the bus ride back from school, Adam took out his phone and went on Amazon - the website his mom used to buy literally everything online. He knew her email address, and he hoped that she used the same password that she used for everything else.

That's so bad, he laughed to himself. He was able to log in on the first try, and he was full of hope. The first thing that the conniving son tried was checking his mom's recent orders. After seeing them, Adam had to put his backpack on his lap to cover up. On her order history, dating back six weeks to the start of her new job, were a series of sexy, slutty outfits. There was a Vegas Showgirl costume for what was likely a Vegas night, a retro leotard and legwarmers for an 80's night, a coconut bra and a short grass skirt for a hula theme, red devil horns and a matching bra and thong, a naughty schoolgirl costume, and the purple corset and panties. He imagined watching his bombshell mom seduce him in all of these.

But what caused the teenager to perspire was the newest purchase. It was a slutty cop costume. It was comprised of a black police hat with a crest, aviator sunglasses, black faux leather hot pants, a black belt with handcuffs attached - and best of all was the top - the skin-tight lingerie had to be labeled a sexy "top" as a form of mockery. The "top" was meant to be worn without a bra. It was light-blue material with black trim, which ran along the bottom on the three-inch sleeves. The thin material wrapped around the top third of the wearer's back. And two triangles came around the front to be tied in a knot together between the breasts, cradling them tightly in the blue fabric. The cut on the chest was so low that the police badge barely fit. If the model on the product page was any indication of how his mom was going to look, then Adam was going to be seeing more of his mom's skin than he ever had before.

With heightened urgency, Adam had to find a costume that went with hers. But before he could leave, he had to run into his room and take care of what he was hiding under his backpack.

While her son was out shopping, Christie was busy making small talk with her clients before the presentation. She was feeling confident, and she knew that after her agreement, the orange rubber lodged inside of her wouldn't be going off. The professional sat the clients down and began her presentation. And without the internal buzzing to distract her, she nailed it. The corporate clients tentatively agreed for Frank's company to be their insurer. If we could sign the paperwork today, then the women would win the competition, Christie joked to herself as the clients left.

It was 4 PM, and there was an hour left in the workweek, but the proud manager was finished with her tasks. She was unbelievably happy with how successful her presentation went. She was thankful to her son for honoring his part of the agreement. But then it dawned on her that her having to honor her end of the deal was now a surefire reality.

Having already figured out the most realistic way to rig the pool game in Adam's favor, the married mother started coming to terms with the fact that if her son could toss a ball into a water tube from just ten feet away, then she would have to blow his dick until he came in her mouth.

It felt like her sense of normality was being knocked off its axis. Her son had basically said he wanted her sexually, and yet, she was going to rig a game to help him fulfill his desires. Her mind was consumed with the thought of her having to walk up to her son, touch his cock, kiss him in front of her coworkers, and then take him into another room, drop to her knees in her skimpy cop outfit, and suck his hard cock while he held her head and ogled her body.

After replaying this thought again and again, to Christie's shock, moisture gathered in the middle of her panties. That scenario refused to stop playing on a loop in her head, and she needed relief. The alarmed mom found herself knocking on Frank's door.

"Frank, this may sound strange, but I need a favor of you."

"Well, after how your presentation went, I owe you one," the boss prided himself in his employee's performance.

"Can you text your young female friend to text her high school friend that he should tap the button. Don't tell her that I wanted it. Just tell her that Adam needs to do it from now until the end of the workday in order to fulfill his dare card."

The fortunate part about Frank being as kinky as he was, was that he understood people's sexual desires and didn't taunt them for having them.

"Sure thing, Christie. I'll get right on it."

The aroused manager then sat back down in her office and waited for relief.

Just as the high school baseball star found the perfect costume to go with his mother's - one that showed off his limber, muscular body - he got a text from Olivia. Adam realized that his fantasies were revolving less and less around Olivia and that his attention was mainly on his mother. The text told him that he was required to turn the orange dildo on and leave it on until 5. He checked the time on his smartphone and saw that his mother's presentation was over, so he wouldn't be breaking his part of the deal.

He tapped the button, and he immediately realized that his costume had yet another connection to his mom. Adam held the clear packaging to a prisoner costume. It was an orange, two-piece-set of scrubs with the top half having the stenciled font of an inmate number. He made sure to get a size below his normal clothes in order to make it tight against his body. Not that he was bulky, but he knew it would look sexy if he cut off the sleeves and cut a deep V-neck at the top to show off his developing muscles. Maybe she'll be interested in being satisfied by another orange toy tonight, Adam cracked the bad joke to himself.

Little to her son's knowledge, Christie had closed the blinds to her office and was relieved that her vibrator had been activated. She sat in her seat, her eyes closed. Her business skirt was pulled up to her waist so that when her fluids soaked through her panties they would go onto the leather chair instead of staining the back of her skirt. The blonde mother gyrated her hips in her seat, slightly changing the angles of the phallic-shaped toy.

While her pleasure progressed, so did the scenario stuck in her head. She was on her knees sucking her son's erection as he stared at her exposed breasts. He then grabbed her head with both of his hands and pulled it in tightly as he shot his load into her mouth. After he finished, he reached out and started massaging her titties as he watched her swallow. He then got onto the ground with her and pushed her onto her back. She watched as her son slid her hot pants down her thighs and placed his head in between her legs. She could still taste his cum in her mouth. And right as Christie imagined his tongue flick her pussy lips, she shook and came in her office chair.

Simply not being able to take it anymore, the woman, who was bound to the dare card, removed the dildo from her vagina while she wiped off her chair with tissues. The orange toy had served its purpose. The bewildered mom couldn't think straight and couldn't understand what was going on in her own mind, so she just gave up on trying to rationalize what just happened.

*****

After school and costume shopping, that Friday was no different for Adam. He stayed in his room all day to avoid an awkward conversation with his mom. He heard overheard his dad congratulating his mom on a great sales pitch. This gave the son more hope that his plans would come to fruition. The only time that Adam opened his door was at night when he secretly watched his mom tiptoe out of the house carrying her bag; this time he knew what was in it.

Not long after his hot mother had left her sleeping husband at home, it was time for Adam to meet Olivia in her car. This time, his kinky classmate was wearing a slutty nurse costume. It was definitely both revealing and cliché.

"You are such an idiot!" roared Olivia, as Adam stepped into her car.

He didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

"You realize that you just ran through other people's yards in the dark in a prison uniform, right?"

Adam cracked up as well, wondering what other people would have thought if they saw him. He was also angry with himself because he could have jeopardized his entire night by having the cops called on him. That would have been a fun police statement.

Olivia and Adam headed to the party.

The jittery son, in his prison costume, walked toward the large, wooden front door. Olivia knocked in the correct way, which Adam made sure to memorize for next time. The door swung open, and the party was well underway. The doorman was a different man than last time. This man was just an employee at Frank's firm, not the sky-blue-dressed game host, who had turned out to also be Frank's personal accountant.

The first thing Adam did was find Frank, who was dressed in an expensive-looking pirate costume. The highschooler thanked the business owner for letting him attend again. After the customary greetings, Adam went off to explore the house and mind the cop of his dreams.

Searching throughout the large home, Adam spotted many slutty cats, slutty superheroes, naughty nuns, bad angels, and hot nurses. But he could not find the blonde cop. She could have gotten cold feet and headed home early. Or she didn't walk in here at all. Adam feared the worst.

The reality though, was that Christie was in the process of executing her plan, trying to fulfill her side of the agreement. The seductive mother had convinced Frank's accountant to leave his post at the door and follow her into the currently abandoned pool house. Not that any man would have needed much convincing to follow Christie in her current state.

"So, what exactly do you want from me?" the curious man nasally asked.

Christie removed her aviator sunglasses. Batting her eyes and using the same cute, seductive voice that she used to get her husband to do chores around the house, Christie asked, "If you could make sure that my water tube is in the front row, that would make me sooo happy."

The scrawny accountant, in a rather appropriate Star Trek costume, considered the request. "I mean, yeah, if it means that much to you then sure." He didn't see how that in itself would rig the game.

The attractive police officer was giddy. The slim Captain Kirk was rewarded by getting to see her tits sway in the skimpy blue top that barely held them.

"So, is that all?" He was eager to further help her and keep her attention.

"Well, actually, there is one more thing..." The Christie held up her index finger near her chest.

"What's that?"

"When you are picking the water polo balls, could you make sure that 'Adam S.' gets picked first?"

The accountant was offended that the woman before him would ask him to help her cheat and risk losing Frank's trust. "No! I can't do that. If you want to blow that guy that badly, just do it during free play. I don't even think I could do that if I tried!"

Concerned by his initial answer, Christie tried to calm his disposition. "Believe me, this just needs to happen this way. I wouldn't ask you if it weren't necessary. All you would have to do is set Adam S.'s ball on top in the closest corner of the bin to you and act like you randomly picked it first. Frank would never know." She was almost pouting as she asked. She leaned forward to reveal even more of her large cleavage in hopes that it would make it harder for the man to deny her request.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Christie flashed her teeth and thanked the man for his services. But the accountant was a smart man, and he dampened her celebration.

"However, I'll need something in return," he stated, hesitantly. He was not a confident man, but he was a logical one.

For a moment, it seemed Christie had gotten off easy. It then became clear that she was going to have to do what she thought she would have to do anyway. The sexy blonde didn't feel like playing games, so she cut right to the chase. She had obviously noticed the man, in his replica tunic, eye-fucking her chest, so Christie reached out and grabbed his nervous hands in hers and then slid them under her blue top, which was also acting as her bra.

The scrawny man's face was struck with astonishment, as he realized that the inviting woman had read in intentions and was a willing participant in them. Her breasts felt amazing in his hands.

"How about I let you fuck these?" the gifted woman sighed.

He stammered, "Uh...um...uh..." All he could do was stare at Christie's perfect breasts and questioning face. He decided that it was time to try something he had never done before. The nasally voice then blurted out, "I can put it in between your tits?"

It was a rhetorical question because Christie had already planned to do that. It was also rhetorical because Christie could only give one answer in order to get what she wanted out of him. The policewoman nudged her blackmailer over to a white plastic chair, and he sat down.

"Take off your pants," emotionlessly commanded Christie.

With her order swiftly obeyed, the busty woman tilted her head down, and in lieu of lubricant, spit multiple times on her creamy breasts. While keeping her top knotted, Christie stepped between the man's trembling legs, lifted up her rack, and lowered it around his bare, smaller penis. The pink head, belonging to the man in Star Trek garb, wasn't high enough to make it all the way through Christie's cleavage, but he immediately enjoyed thrusting into it.

It didn't take long for his eyes to squint. His head jerked back, so his dirty-blonde wig fell off, revealing his bald spot. The man then leaned forward, looked over Christie's shoulder, and saw her round ass pressing against her heels.

While trying to delay his orgasm, the man desperately asked, "Can I finish in your ass?"

"No!" Christie exclaimed, sharing a look of disgust. "This was the deal we made."

Not to be denied, the smart man replied, groaning, "I'll deflate Adam's ball a little bit, so it probably won't bounce off your tube if he hits it!"

As Christie knelt there, pressing her melons together with her hands, as she analyzed the offer. All she needed to do to meet her promise with her son was to make sure that her tube was in front and to make sure that his ball was picked first. She already had those conditions covered. Any extra help would just be her voluntarily increasing the odds of her having to blow her son.

She turned her attention back to the 50-something-year-old man's red, squinting face. There was no time left to think, only time to act on instinct. "Yes! You can finish in my ass!"

The ample breasts left the slender cock in a hurry. It had to happen quickly. The man was about to blow his load. Within seconds, Christie had spun around on her knees, slid her black shorts off her butt cheeks, lubricated her cherryhole with spit, and fell forward onto her elbows so that her butt cheeks would be spread wide and hoisted into the air. "Go, go, go!"

Fortunately, due to the smaller size of the accountant's pecker, the spit lubricant was not required for him to slip inside her ass.

It turned out that Christie had answered his request just in time. Because after feeling just two thrusts inside her ass, she felt a rush of hot goo, and she heard loud, nasally groans behind her. Christie held steady as the man, who was way below her league, deposited the last drops of his semen into her ass. Then she stood up, Christie reminded the exhausted man of his duties, put her sunglasses back on her face, and left to rejoin the party.

While standing in the main living room, Olivia noticed that her partner had his head hung low.

"What's the matter, Adam? You seem bummed out."

The depressed teen opened his mouth to answer, but then he stopped when his answer became irrelevant. Adam's eyes lit up as he stepped away from the conversation. Emerging from a back hallway and into the living room was none other than his mom. Adam swallowed to alleviate his dry throat. Christie was even more stunning than he had imagined, and she was more drippingly-hot than the model in the costume advertisement.

Nearly all of the men and women in the room locked onto the blonde, who had an aura of mystery about her due to her glasses covering her eyes. As she strutted into the room, her short shorts cupping the shape her butt cheeks, she immediately came to a halt.

Adam couldn't see her eyes, but he could see his reflection in her gold-tinted sunglasses and that she was looking at him. After deciding that they had been staring at each other's face long enough, Christie inspected her son's choice in costume. He couldn't have possibly known that she had planned on wearing this, because she didn't tell anyone. Studying his prisoner costume, the mother began to consider that maybe it was a sign that, tonight, they were supposed to fit together.

The relatives didn't know what to do next. They had just been standing there. But Christie figured it would be rude and strange for her to deny her son's existence at the party. She walked up to him, with some discomfort.

"Hey, Adam. How are you?" If only he knew what I just did for him.

The aroused son did everything in his power to keep his focus on his mom's face, which was about three inches above his eye line because of her tall heels. Normally, he loved admiring her beautiful face and smile. But in the rarity of her exposing outfit, he had to resist ogling her amazing body. He failed miserably once he began speaking.

"I...uh... I'm uh, doing...um...I'm doing pretty well... I uh, I guess." Between his every word, his eyes left his mother's sunglasses and flickered to her cleavage, her midriff, or her legs.

Christie caught his overt staring and pretended not to notice. She didn't want to seem vain, but she knew it was unfair to expect him not to lose his mind over how she was dressed. The caring mother let her son enjoy her outfit. She was actually flattered that an 18-year-old Adam found her to be so attractive at 41.

Before Christie could react to her son's stammering response, Sheila approached them. She was rocking a green fairy costume, out of which her massive black jugs were spewing.

"Oh my god," she started, "you two look like you planned this together!"

Adam then glanced back Olivia. She had been eavesdropping, and she smugly smirked in a told-you-so manner.

Sheila greeted her friend with a hug and continued, "I think this is a sign that you two should be having fun together during free play." She winked at Adam, in obvious view of Christie, as a way of trying to set them up.

The young son was pumped by the encouragement, while the experienced mother flashed a biting grin in the face of the uncomfortable irony. Christie's embarrassment, though, went unnoticed to her office friend, who was having fun playing Cupid.

"This is too funny. You two must have gotten inside each other's mind during the week while you were having fun with that electronic dildo."

The mom and son laughed a little at the comment, Adam more than his mother.

"You two have to take a picture together to remember this. Don't worry, I'll block out your eyes."

Photos were generally forbidden at Frank's sex parties, but if the people in the photo were okay with it, and their identities were concealed, then it was no problem. It wasn't as if Christie had never broken a rule anyway. After all, she had just let a guy unload in her ass prior to free play.

Since Sheila had promised to make both people in the photo unidentifiable, there was no reasonable explanation for Christie to deny the photo - other than the truth, which she certainly didn't want to tell.

The curvy black woman stepped back with her phone, aiming at the mature, seductive cop and the young, athletic prisoner, who were currently two feet away from each other.

"Come on! Look like you're together!" the matchmaker suggested, excitedly.

Adam and his mother sidestepped closer to each other. They both lightly put their arm around the other person's back.

Sheila held up her phone and aimed it, but then let it down again without taking the photo.

"C'mon guys! This isn't church - it's a sex party. Let's see something a little risqué."

Christie realized that there was no easy way out of Sheila's well-intended nagging. The scantily dressed policewoman scuffled toward her son, her right leg now pressing against his left. She then turned into him sideways, and she raised her left knee to his abs, holding her left thigh across his waist. To finish the pose, she wrapped her arms around his far shoulder. She could feel the half-chub that her son had, likely from checking her out earlier, pressing against her smooth thigh.

Holy shit... Adam was in awe over his mom's change of position. He looked down at her fit, long smooth stretching across his body, and he felt her chest pressing against his left shoulder. He was initially worried that his mom would drop her leg after she felt his growing erection, but she held her pose. That gave Adam confidence.

"You too, Inmate 327," Sheila quipped, reading his costume.

His mom's sturdy legs were blocking his lower body from moving, so Adam had to quickly think of something sexual and intimate to do with his hands. His left arm, which extended out of his cut-off sleeve, was still resting on his mom's back. He took the most obvious route.

Christie's spine tingled as she felt her son's hand run down her naked back. She knew exactly where that hand was going, and she didn't know what to think about it. He's confident, I'll give him that.

With his left hand firmly planted on the rear of his mother's booty shorts, Adam squeezed her left butt cheek enough to make it sexual, but not too much to where he would risk his mom bolting from the scene.

The only decision left was what to do with his right hand. He had two options left: The first option was to place it under his mom's inviting thigh to act as if he were holding it up. That would be the most aesthetically pleasing option for the photo. But Adam had a greater desire for the sexually intimate aspect of the photo. The devious young man took advantage of the opportunity to move his right hand toward his mom's immaculate left breast, which was spilling against his chest.

Through her gold-tinted sunglasses, Christie observed in paralysis. Her son's hand reached for her firm left boob, which was barely covered by cotton fabric. Her eyebrows rose on her forehead, as the young but confident hand cradled and lightly squeezed the firm tissue around her areola. Adam's four fingers were gripping through her clothing, but his thumb rested on her soft flesh.

"There ya go! That's better, you two," Sheila applauded, having no awareness of the context. She held her phone up again. "Christie, just plant your lips on your young lover's cheek, and we'll have a great photo."

Blowing a heavy breath in acceptance of yet another requirement, the mother, who was being felt up by her son, leaned in and planted her moisturized lips on his cheek. She felt movement on her thigh.

Adam's half-chub had grown into an erection, which was constrained by her leg. Christie could sense the embarrassment her son was feeling. She decided to act as if nothing was wrong, recognizing that she was just as responsible for it as he was.

Christie held her lips against her son's cheek. She had kissed him there many times throughout his life, but it felt much different now.

A thrilled Sheila took the photo. The lips on Adam's cheek broke away, but the thigh pressing against his erection lingered for a few extra moments.

"Oh, this has to be the sexiest photo I've ever seen," the photographer honestly remarked to the pair. "You two have rare chemistry."

It was then when Christie hastily pulled away. She briskly took a couple of steps, but then chose to explain her fleeing the scene. "I'm uh... I'm gonna go get a drink." She hurried to the kitchen.

Trying to figure out if something was wrong and if he was responsible, Adam walked away from Sheila.

It was then when Frank's booming voice interrupted the party. "It's 9:30. You know what that means... Time for free play!"

The party's guests erupted, but Adam wasn't in the mood to cheer. His mom had run away from him.

Sensing his disappointment and frustration, Sheila offered a consolation prize. It was her meddling that resulted in Adam's heartbreak. Plus, she couldn't deny that she had a great time with him at the last party. "Hey, Honey. How would you like a visit from the sex fairy? I let sexy young men like you finish anywhere they want," she winked, holding up a sparkling wand.

Tempted, but still feeling down on his luck, Adam politely declined the generous offer. He was more than happy to play with other women any day of the week. But, tonight, he was hung up on just one.

The upset son wandered around the party in envy of the other guests who were able to engage in their desires. Adam tried to find some company among other refraining guests. As he toured the large abode, he noticed that Frank was making use of his free play to be intimate with Olivia. Adam moved on to other parts of the house.

That was when Adam spotted his mom. She was in the lounge room, along with many others. Adam didn't find her by her face. He picked her out by her long blonde hair, exposed back, and her firm ass, which was stretching out her black shorts as they rested on her heels, silver handcuffs dangling to the ground.

Her toned body was wedged between the thighs of the same young guy she had blown the previous week, AJ. Her head was bobbing in and out. Adam was devastated until he remembered that his mom had bet AJ head for this week if he could make his ball in her tube during Tube Pong.

Based on his lackluster expression, AJ was underwhelmed by how his experience compared to last time. Adam was furious with AJ for not realizing how lucky he was. But he was turned on by the same combination of eroticism and jealousy from watching his mom orally fuck another man. The intrigued son tried to get as close as he could to the performance without it appearing creepy and intentional.

He positioned himself around the corner, in an empty room, and he anxiously peered into the living room. From just a stone's throw away, Adam could see AJ sitting on a brown leather sofa as well as the entirety of his captivating MILF's profile.

It was clear that Christie was not giving the same effort that she did when she had fucked Frank or blown AJ last Friday. It didn't matter though. Adam was still stirred by the sight of his mom's lips wrapped around a man's cock.

Adam's hand reached for his expanding shaft, which demanded immediate attention. Recognizing how bad of a faux pas it would be to stroke himself alone while watching another pair, Adam made sure to keep his body hidden behind the wall.

Reasoning that the worst thing that could happen was that he'd look like a peeping tom, Adam watched his mother's blonde head move up and down on AJ's thighs at a moderate clip. Adam slipped his right hand under the elastic of his orange pants and checkered boxers.

Five minutes of watching and masturbating had done nothing to quell his erection. Adam needed to get closer. As he was thinking of how to get closer, he noticed the ebony fairy, who he had rejected earlier, walk into the living room with one of Frank's employees, who was dressed as an Egyptian pharaoh.

Apparently, the "sex fairy" liked her men older as well, because the man holding her hand was likely in his early 60s. The pharaoh had a tent in his white gown, and he lay down on a sofa on the far end of the room, expecting Sheila to climb on top.

Before the fairy and her 44F breasts could hop on top of the Pharaoh for a ride, which would likely break his back, she instinctively whipped her head in Adam's direction, sensing his staring eyes from around the corner.

Sheila asked her eager coworker to hold on for a moment. She then made her way across the lounge to the far exit. Adam wanted to avoid the embarrassment of standing alone behind a wall masturbating, so he quickly released his grip and took his phone out of his pocket, acting as if he was texting in private.

His cover-up failed because Sheila wasn't an idiot. Also, the friendly fairy coyly gestured to the beating cockhead that was poking through Adam's elastic waistband. Well, that sucks.

Surveying the room from Adam's perspective, Sheila quickly found the reason for his spying and masturbating. "You just can't let her go, can you?" She admired his determination.

"I guess not."

Then an offended expression swept over his mom's friend's face. "Well, it's nice to see that you like your hand more than you like me."

"No, no, no. Believe me," Adam felt horrible for his offense, and tried to remedy it, "I would much rather have fun with you than my hand, it's just..." He stared off into Christie's direction.

To his surprise, Sheila covered her mouth, laughing. "I'm just playin' with you! I know exactly what you're doing. Don't worry, I don't take it personally. I know what it's like to be into someone. Christie is a beautiful woman. And I can tell you like seeing her be her seductive self, even if it's not with you."

Adam nodded in agreement.

"I guess you'd like to be a lot closer like last week, but you don't wanna be the creep standing in the middle of a room at a sex party having sex with yourself?"

Adam chuckled, "Yep, exactly, you go it. I can still see pretty well from here, though."

Still being keen on making up for her role in Christie leading him on and then abruptly leaving, Sheila postulated, "Well, I can see that you have a nice view from here... but how would you like to jerk it from a close-up view?"

Sheila obviously had something in mind other than him just walking up there alone and stroking his dick. Adam bit, "That would definitely be better than me stalking from behind a wall."

Sheila was excited. She was confident that she was about to give both him and her what they wanted. "In a party like this, it would be odd if you sat down on that couch next to them and jerked off, right?"

There was a categorical nod from Adam.

"But," the crafty fairy continued, "it wouldn't be weird if you sat down on that couch and jacked off onto a black fairy's tits and face, would it?"

The desperate son marveled at Sheila like she was a gift from God. "Seriously?! You would do that for me, even after I turned you down earlier? But what about your friend over there?"

Finally, feeling atonement for her guilty conscience, a grateful Sheila took Adam by the hand. "Honey, I had fun between your thighs last time, and I'm sure it'll be no different this time. I know you were just upset about Christie, so I'll give you a second bite of the apple. And don't worry about King Tut over there, he can wait." She led her young arm candy over to the brown leather sofa.

The leather was taut but forgiving. Sheila sat Adam down on the cushion right next to AJ. The envious son stared at his sexualized mom running her lips over another cock.

Sheila helped Adam pull down his orange pants, releasing his reddened erection. Tempted to put it in her mouth, or better yet, get up onto the cushion and sit on it, the "sex fairy" settled for cradling her young toy's balls in her right hand while massaging and pinching her nipple with her left hand. Adam was free to pump at the rate he chose.

A mere two feet from Adam's gaze knelt Christie. Her face was comely, but her swaying chest and protruding butt commanded just as much of Adam's interest. AJ didn't even notice that Adam was watching his dick being sucked - he was too busy staring at the same woman, hoping that he would get off. It was even more evident up-close that Christie wasn't putting in as much effort as she did last Friday.

The horny son masturbated anyway, turning his attention to Sheila every few moments in order to make her efforts felt appreciated. But Sheila expected not to be the center of his focus. She had attention from the Pharoah, whose cock she was stroking herself.

Adam observed as AJ placed his hand on the back of the blonde head below him and started nudging Christie to move faster. Christie looked up at AJ's face to gauge his reaction to her performance because she knew that she was too distracted to operate at her best.

It was then that she sensed someone next to her. She looked to the right and saw her friend playing with her own nipple. Christie then followed Sheila's outreached arm to see what she was doing and with whom she was doing it. At the end of the round arm, her hand was caressing and massaging a contrastingly white package. As Christie continued to blow AJ with the aid of his hand, she then turned her eyes to the erect penis standing proudly over Sheila's hand. Wow, that's a handsome one. Good for Sheila.

Christie's curious eyes moved up the orange shirt of the cock's owner. Seeing the familiar hand-cut V-neck, before Christie's gaze got to his face, she had an eerie suspicion of who it was. The mother, once again, found herself making eye contact with her son while she blew another man. Behind her glasses, her eyes doubled in size, as she watched her son stroking his shaft to her performance. With nowhere to run from her current situation, Christie continued to blow AJ while frequently darting her eyes back over to Adam, who gawked at her entire aesthetic.

The first thing that a stunned Christie noticed was that Adam's stroke rate increased after her head had angled toward him. Without realizing it, her libido was kicking in, and she began sucking AJ faster in response. As she sucked faster, Adam stroked faster, keeping the same rate.

After a couple of minutes, both Adam and Christie were paying more attention to each other than they were to the people in front of them. Christie's labia parted as she switched between watching her son grip his erection and watching the reaction in his eyes. Christie then remembered that her glasses were reflective, so Adam could easily when her eyes and face angled more toward his cock, but the mother was past the point of caring.

Her arousal wasn't coming from the dick in her mouth; it was coming from the acknowledgment of her son's pure lust, both for her as a person and for her looks.

A main beneficiary of the increased eroticism was AJ. Christie's elevated performance resulted in him getting even more sensual head than he got last time. Little did he know, it wasn't to please him.

Adam was jerking at full speed. He watched AJ's second hand grab the back of his mom's head and police cap.

For the first time in minutes, Adam turned his attention to Sheila. She was still cradling and massaging his testicles, but she was no longer looking at him either. Standing above her was the old man dressed as a pharaoh. He seemed perturbed that he was ditched for a younger man, and there was an unsatisfied tent in his pants. Sheila glanced back at Adam as if it was his responsibility to come up with a solution.

"Sit next to me, and the 'sex fairy' will gladly jerk you off, too," Adam offered on Sheila's behalf.

Sheila smirked at Adam and gestured for the pharaoh to sit down and reveal his staff. As Sheila placed her hand on the old man's cock, Adam returned to observing his mom.

When Adam darted his pupils back over to Sheila, she had shifted over between him and the pharaoh. She stimulated both Adam's package and the old man's gray-haired package simultaneously. The horny old man repaid the favor by playing with Sheila's well-displayed jugs.

The soft caressing of Adam's swollen balls briefly ceased, as the busty ebony masseuse was switching hands. She crossed her arms, needing her dominant left hand to properly take care of the pharaoh, who was now bending at the waist and making out with Sheila as she stroked him. Adam was glad that Sheila was getting the attention she deserved and that the old man didn't get a bum deal.Adam's concentration was now undivided on the sexy cop. She was really going to town on AJ's dick, and Adam's clenched fist oscillated so quickly that was a blur. A puddle of hot dew formed at the base of the cheating mom's hot pants, as she felt no need for a thong.

AJ started grunting, and his face was burning red. Christie and Adam were back to staring at each other's faces, and there was no letting up. Suddenly, the wet mom felt a cock twitch in her mouth, and her face was pulled in tightly against AJ's crotch. She knew what was coming next. AJ shot gob after gob of his appreciation into his manager's mouth, eventually releasing her from his grip.

Unable to control her arousal, the misbehaving policewoman chose to do what she knew had turned her son on last time. She used her tongue to push all of the white cum out of her mouth, letting it spill down her chin, as she held eye contact with her son. Blobs of AJ's jizz dripped down onto her bare, projecting rack.

Adam had never seen anything so sexy. He tapped Sheila's head with his hand, getting her attention. The "sex fairy" broke her kiss with the old pharaoh and quickly realized what was about to happen. She removed her dominant hand from the wrinkled cock, and placed it back on Adam's, giving him the last few pumps he needed. Sheila aimed the tip of the thumping cockhead and closed her eyes.

The climaxing son looked back at his cum-covered mom and then back at Sheila. He ejaculated ropes of sperm all over her face and large breasts. Upon seeing that, the old man, who had started jerking himself off, leaned forward and pressed his penis's head against Sheila's thick lips. In ecstasy, the fairy opened her eyelids, which were nearly stuck in Adam's sludge, and took the cumming old cock into her mouth.

Within 30 seconds, all three men were exhaustedly collapsed against the back of the brown leather sofa, and both women keeled over on their sides, panting. Christie huffed as she managed to rise to her feet and run toward a nearby bathroom so that she could straighten up and avoid her son. Sheila lay down on the floor in a heap. She still managed to scoop Adam's cum off her face and lick it off her finger.

Fifteen minutes later, with his mind coming back to Earth from its euphoric state, Adam slowly rose from the sofa, leaving AJ and the pharaoh behind him. He chuckled, realizing that the older man was actually asleep. I need some fucking OJ.

*****

There was no sight of the sexy mom anywhere, though Adam understood that she was probably lying low. He just hoped that the experience they just shared helped them confront the existing awkwardness rather than increasing it.

As the recovering athlete got to the kitchen, there was a commotion. A swarm of five men buzzed around an island countertop. After pouring juice from a banquet table, Adam walked toward the howling men. Through the moving bodies and limbs, Adam could see that they were running a train on a female, which was a rarity, despite it being a sex party.

Of course... Adam wasn't surprised. Pinned down to the counter was a slutty and disheveled nurse. Olivia was glowing. She ecstatically moaned from the constant poking, prodding, fondling, and penetration of her body. Apparently, there were quite a few men who still needed to get reacquainted with their long-lost friend. One of the men, who had already re-established his friendship with her but was involved anyway, was, of course, Frank.

As he left the fuckfest behind him, Adam felt the growing distance between Olivia and him. They still had enjoyable sex regularly, but the passion was starting to fade. Their friendship was still reliably strong and important to both of them, but she was slowly getting drawn back into her crowds of older men, and Adam had an inherently stronger connection with another woman.

*****

Adam waited in the living room for the group of men to finish. He knew that once Frank, the undisputed authority, happened to ejaculate, he would announce the long-overdue ten-minute break. And then, finally, Tube Pong could begin. Adam was agonizingly praying that his mom had actually gone through with her part of the deal. I still have to make that shot. Given his nerves, that shot would be no gimme.

Moans sounded through the kitchen. Three of the men in the orgy were finishing on or in the young woman, a woman who Adam's fellow classmates were beginning to suspect was his girlfriend. Olivia squealed around a cumming brown cock in her throat while Frank inserted himself into her worn pussy to deposit his load. Within five minutes, the remaining two men took turns creaming in her ass.

A winded Frank yelled, "Thirty-minute break, everyone! Meet by the pool when it's over."

Oh, come on. Frank had clearly changed the rules based on his own predicted recovery time.

The anxious son had the jitters. There were still so many things that had to go right in order for his dream to come true. His mom had to have found a way to rig the game in his favor (which meant that she had to have tried to begin with), he had to make his shot, and then his mom would have to actually agree to go through with it.

The break was ending, and people from all over the mini-mansion were heading toward the pool.

Once inside the glassed-in pool house with the rest of the guests, the men and women stood together on the long side of the pool, opposite the bin of balls. Adam could not see his mother within the hoard of women in skimpy costumes. She was likely in the back.

The host of the game, the doorman in the Star Trek costume, repeated the same instructions from last week. He announced that the men had won the sales contest again. The men cheered and walked together in a group to the short end of the pool. The sales result was no surprise to Christie, Adam, or Frank.

The doorman then pressed a button on the wall, and the opaque pool cover automatically rolled back. The order of the tubes was revealed. And just as the hopeful son desired - and as the extorted mother had earned - Christie's inflated tube was in the front row, dead center.

Not knowing if it was just a strange coincidence or if his mom had actually followed through, Adam knew that the tube placement meant nothing if his ball weren't selected first. It then became really important, as Adam heard men chattering behind him, whispering that they wanted to "drain my nuts into that cop's mouth."

The corrupt doorman reached into the bin without looking, which didn't matter because he knew where he had left Adam S.'s ball. But disaster struck. As he blindly reached his hand in, he knocked the ball that he was sexually paid to pick.

The problem then, was that if he looked in the bin, he would be caught cheating. The entire crowd had its eyes on him. He also couldn't risk the suspicious activity of feeling around for a slightly deflated water polo ball.

With an incredible shame for not delivering on his promise, Captain Kirk just grabbed where he believed Adam's ball might have gone. "Thomas W."

Adam's heart sank. He felt like his entire world was collapsing around him. He felt stupid for getting his hopes up.

Christie then burst through the group of thirty women with an appalled expression. She stared daggers at the man in charge of the ball selection. His eyes portrayed sincere regret, not able to communicate with the participant.

The furious mom wished that she could punish the scrawny man, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't undo her sexual acts with him. She was glad that she no longer had his remnants inside her (when she went into the bathroom following her oral with AJ, she cleaned her booty shorts of her pussy juice as well as the doorman's melted cum from her asshole).

Desperation and anguish filled Christie's heart. She saw her son standing there, his head hanging low with a look of abandonment and embarrassment. She knew he was thinking that she purposely reneged on the deal so that she wouldn't have to blow him. But all Christie could do was hope that Adam's ball could be picked and that he could attempt his shot before another man landed in her tube.

It was then that the reality set in that she could, in mere minutes, have to suck her son's cock. Christie overwhelmed. Before it was just theoretical. Even during planning, she was able to distance herself from the potential reality, and admittedly, it led to strong arousal. But now, the reality was truly setting in, and Christie was left to consider the consequences.

The rules of the game, and of the party, explicitly stated that she would have to perform the oral to completion. The only way that she could get out of it was if she explained her relationship with Adam, which could be worse for her life than actually blowing him.

The first man up, Thomas, grabbed his polo ball and peered right at the sexy policewoman, who stood in front of the women's group. "You're Christie, right?"

Wishing that she could give another answer due to her knowing exactly why he was asking, Christie sighed back, "Yep."

Thomas winked at her in a showboating manner as he lobbed his yellow ball at her tube. Adam held his breath as the ball hit his mom's tube. But it then bounced multiple times and landed in a tube in the back row.

"Amy C.," the announcer called out. Thomas tried his best to hide his disappointment out of respect to Amy. They performed the traditional greeting of kissing the prizewinner while touching their privates in some fashion.

Adam and the doorman both dodged a bullet on that first toss. Pleading that the next ball would be Adam's, Captain Kirk reached into the bin. Unfortunately, he couldn't feel the deflated ball fast enough, and he had to choose another. "David K."

Once again, the chosen man looked at Christie and aimed for her tube. And once again, it bounced off of hers and went in another. Christie was always popular, but tonight, virtually every man wanted her in her salacious costume. If Adam wasn't chosen soon, then all of his and his mom's work would have been a waste. They both held their breaths as two more men attempted and missed under the heightened pressure.

Having nearly cleared the top layer of balls in the bin, Frank's accountant was optimistic about choosing Adam's ball soon.

A downcast expression fell upon Christie's face as the next name was announced. "AJ E."

It was the same guy she had blown twice because of his ability to land a bullseye into her tube from thirty feet away. He smugly turned toward Christie. "After how much I could tell you liked it today, I'll let you have the opportunity again." Some men and women laughed and clapped.

Yeah, sure, that was because of you..., sarcastically thought the MILF.

It was then that Christie noticed that the doorman was trying to get her attention. She subtly peeked in his direction. He was happily raising his eyebrows and gesturing at the ball bin, implying that, while everyone was distracted by AJ's repartee, he was able to scan the bin and find Adam's ball.

Regardless of how misinformed AJ was as to why she gave him such incredible head, and even though Adam would finally be picked next and she would likely have to blow him, Christie felt compelled to do something.

Already worried, Adam then watched in disbelief as his mom hurried over to the opposite short end of the pool. She looked at AJ and began to plead, "I know you can do it, AJ. I wanna see you do this for me. AJ, babe, you have no fucking idea what I plan on letting you do to me." She bent over, placing her hands on her knees, standing like a nervous sports coach.

It was like a knife being driven through Adam's heart. The betrayed son's depression was met with frustration and anger. Not only did she NOT rig the game for me, but now she's helping this guy win?!

"Well, I've never seen begging before," a man, standing in the back, humorously pointed out. Adam felt even worse.

Adam's spirit was only slightly lifted when he saw that his mother's begging position resulted in her knotted "top" shifting to the point where it could barely hold in her tits. Nearly all of her firm chest was visible. Her elegant neck craned upward, her front teeth lightly bit her lip, and her mysterious, determined eyes stared straight ahead. Her hands rubbed on her bare thighs in anticipation.

AJ was ecstatic about the hottest woman at the party begging to suck his dick. But he soon noticed the downside to that. She was standing right in his sightline. "Can you move just a little to the side?"

Christie tightened her core and rocked her hips from side to side. She then held her finger to her pursed lips. "Babe, stop asking me questions and shoot already. Don't you think some of my moves should just be our secret?" she winked.

AJ breathed heavily. He couldn't ask her to move again, and everyone was waiting for him to finally take his turn.

As the arrogant, fresh-out-of-college salesman struggled to line up his shot, Adam began to suspect that his mom had an ulterior motive. He then partially covered his eyes as he watched a distracted AJ throw his ball. It hit the inner rim of Christie's tube and bounced back toward AJ and landed in the water. Not only did he fail to make the tube he wanted, but he had to move to the end of the line.

Great relief washed over Adam and Christie. The happy mom headed back over to join the rest of the women, a skip in her step. As she was about to reach them though, she noticed that her son's astonished, lustful gaze was following her. To Adam's excitement, a pumped-up Christie gave her son a subtle thumbs up and a wink.

"Adam S.," the game host grinned.

Fuck, yes. The son retrieved his ball from the doorman, who whispered, "Christie really wants you," as Adam took the yellow orb from his hands. It all finally made sense, and Adam was on top of the world. He couldn't believe the lengths that his mom went to in order to ensure that he had the opportunity to win a blowjob from her.

The son's feet stopped at the edge of the pool. He was beyond nervous, so he tried the same breathing techniques to relax that he used whenever he needed to pitch again after giving up a home run. His hands steadied, and he lined up his shot with the yellow ball, which he realized was fairly deflated. He figured that could only help him, and he decided to throw a shovel pass at his mom's tube.

At that moment, rather than fighting them, Christie let her natural feelings take over. Her heart was racing, and she wished under her breath for Adam to make it.

The shot went up and seemed to hang in the air forever.

Finally, it came down and hit the inner edge of Christie's water tube, right in the same spot that AJ's did. However, unlike AJ's ball, Adam's ball died as it hit the buoyant plastic, and it fell into the center of the tube.

Overwhelmed with joy, the son stood there speechless. Somebody who wasn't speechless was AJ, who cried out, "That's bullshit!" from the back of the line.

As the rest of the people clapped and cheered, including the envious men, Adam turned toward his mom. Christie, who involuntarily jumped on her feet with joy when her son sunk the shot, took off her sunglasses off again and put them up on the top of her police cap.

The mother and son stared longingly into each other's eyes, Adam with uncertainty over how the following moments would unfold, and Christie with a confident and accepting smile.

The prizewinner was paralyzed with anxiety as his dream woman approached him, with her strutting legs, slender body, lively breasts, round hips, and sexy, mature face. Adam's cock stiffened just from knowing there would be some form of physical contact, whether it be the traditional Tube Pong greeting or just a hug.

Christie wasted no time. She stepped right up to Adam and pressed her chest into his. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her lower back. The seductive mother, in one motion, slid her experienced left hand under the elastic of her son's boxers and grabbed the trunk of his swelling erection. She then closed her eyes and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

Adam was in heaven. He could feel his mom's chest expanding against his, her nipples hardening as she held his erection and gently massaged his sensitive flesh with her thumb. Christie even went as far as slipping a little bit of her moist, pink tongue into her son's dry mouth.

The kiss, which lasted much longer than most, received thunderous applause and cheers. The couple ended the embrace. Adam and Christie then stood there in erotic bliss, with their foreheads pressed against the other.

Christie then nuzzled her cheek against her son's and whispered seductively into his ear, "If things had gone according to my plan, I'd be giving you your prize already. Oh well, I'm not opposed to letting things last a long time before they reach their climax."

As her mouth pulled away from her son's ear, she noticed the doorman watching, nodding his head in agreement with what was happening. Christie winked to him as a thank you for not letting the things she did for him not going to waste.

The blonde mom, in her drop-dead sexy outfit, looked at her son again to see his reaction to being with her in a sexual way. She saw a dreamy trance of pure desire in his wide eyes. His lips moved again in a way that suggested he wanted another kiss. The loving mother happily obliged, and she planted her lips back on Adam's for a brief kiss. To her wonderful surprise, a lustful Adam took the opportunity to slide a bit of his tongue between her unopened lips.

Loving that she and her son were on the same wavelength, but still somewhat conscious of not wanting to hold up the game for others, Christie rewarded the bold teenager by darting her tongue out, massaging his sensually, and then pulling it away. She then leaned in and provocatively whispered, "If you follow me into the other room right now, the next time I do that, it'll be on your dick."

A dazed Adam took the hand that was offered to him, and he trailed his mom's gyrating booty out of the pool house.

****

The night was more sensational than it had been in any of the dozens of Adam's dreams. He followed his mom's guiding hand into the main living room, where the two men, who barely missed Christie's tube, were being sucked off by other women.

Christie walked her son right up to a white cushioned chair, near the coffee table in the middle of the room. She stopped short and lightly spun him around. No longer acting based on careful thought, just on pure sexual adrenaline, the racy cop placed her hand on the center of her inmate's chest and pushed him into the comfy chair.

Finally wrapping his head around this reality, Adam smiled widely. Christie could notice her son's growing comfort, and it made her feel even more confident in what she was doing. Standing over him, she and her son looked into each other's eyes once again.

Then, the tempted son broke eye contact so that he could gape at the entirety of his mother's revealing costume. His intense gaze moved down from her excited eyes to her full rosy lips, to her supple neck, to her voluptuous breasts, to her slender midriff, to her black booty shorts that outlined her mound, and then, finally, to her inviting thighs, which were made even more prominent by her tall black heels. "Wow," Adam breathed.

It was only one word, but with the way her son's face looked when he said it, it meant everything to Christie. The mother knew that her son's eyes were devouring her image with carnal desire and that lewd ideas were entering his young mind. But she didn't want it to be any other way. "See something you like?" Christie flirted in response. She even began naughtily helping him get turned on by her body.

Adam nearly lost his load before his pants were even off. His irresistible mother, who was standing a foot before the white chair, deliberately rotated her body so that her special young man could get a close-up view of her ass, which was contained in the composite leather. She didn't stop there. She then crossed her legs at her heels and slowly bent over from her waist. When her torso was parallel to the floor, she stroked her long blonde hair to the side, arched her lower back, and twisted her head back to look at his face from the corner of her eye.

Intensely breathing, Adam saw how the bottoms of her butt cheeks were out of her shorts, which were stretched on their seams. The incredible source of arousal was also a source of agony because Adam had to do everything in his power to avoid standing up, pulling down his mom's shorts, and taking her from behind.

Seeing her beloved son squirming in his chair was a sign to Christie that her erotic torture had gone on long enough. She snapped up to her upright position and faced Adam again. She leaned forward and used her hands to part her son's knees. As she did that, she felt the strength in his legs. It was her turn to run her eyes over his body, and she was impressed by his new adult figure.

His face had a solid jawline, which he got from her. His skin was clear and clean-shaven. His brown hair was a little messy, but that just made her want to run her hands through it. His arms, coming through his torn-off sleeves, were muscular and lean. His white teeth and lips were assets she had just gotten to experience up close. The deep V-neck in his orange shirt made her wonder why he hadn't taken it off already. And his quads appeared more than strong enough to handle her jolting weight.

Her favorite muscle, though, was her son's love muscle, which was pitching an orange tent in his lap. The sensuous MILF unconsciously licked her lower lip. Tracing his mom's sightline, Adam looked toward his lower abdomen and saw the full boner that, until that moment, he didn't even know he had. Feeling embarrassed by the angled tent, Adam moved his hand to tuck the erection under the elastic of his boxers.

Alert enough to understand what her son was about to do, Christie swiftly reached down and brushed his arm away. She held her son's forearm, leaning down to explain to him, "You don't need to hide that from me. I like looking at it. And you should be proud to have a cock like that. My pussy's already wet from the thought of sucking all of your cum out of it." She wasn't lying.

In response to the intimate statement, Adam faintly thrust his hips up. It didn't go unnoticed by his mom, who grabbed the elastics of the orange scrubs and boxers. They made eye contact again and Adam nodded to confirm the impending action.

In one hard tug, the married mother yanked her son's pants and boxers down to his ankles. Adam parted his knees again even though his ankles were constrained by his pants.

Christie's lips were ajar, as she couldn't believe how perfect her son's package was. He had two sizable testicles that were snug in the aroused package. He had a clean-shaven shaft that was of above-average length and girth. A beating vein ran up in a squiggly line from the balls up to a bulbous knob. She had seen it when he was being satisfied by Sheila both times, but not in much detail due to her head being pulled in another direction. I made a beautiful baby.

The 41-year-old woman lowered her head farther to get closer to the handsome phallus, which was hard just for her. With her body hovering over her son's lap, she flicked her brown eyes toward his face. His eyes were locked onto something else. Christie then realized that her back was parallel to the ground and that her breasts were spilling out of her top. Her areolas clung onto the blue fabric for dear life.

After taking a few moments to study the hunger in Adam's eyes, the blonde siren whispered, "Hey, how about if I let you feel mine, you let me touch yours."

Adam was overjoyed by her offer. But did nothing, as if it were a trap. So, the loving mother helped her son by taking his hands in hers and placing them under the light blue fabric on her chest.

"Uhh...Ohh," moaned the high school student, as if he were handling the Holy Grail. He squeezed them gently to see his mom's reaction. She did nothing but close her eyes and hum, displaying a radiant smile. Encouraged, Adam squeezed harder and rubbed his thumbs over the stiff nipples. Christie did nothing but breathe loudly and adjust her body. The adventurous son then started playing with them and pinching them at full speed. They felt even better than he fantasized, so soft yet firm.

Christie stood there, opening and closing her eyes, and she placed her hand on her son's shoulder. The physical sensations were nothing new, but knowing it was from him was driving her up the wall. "There you go, My Love," she encouraged while she moaned.

Adam blinked when she called him "My Love." Before, she had only ever called him "Sweetie" or "Sweetheart." A generic "Honey" was what she called his dad.

Once her son had figured out how to handle her chest, Christie lowered herself onto her knees. As she knelt in between her son's legs, her butt rested on her heels. Her eyes were magnetized to the erection, which lay against her son's orange shirt.

Adam continued to massage his mother's breasts. Christie looked up at him. Their eyes held onto each other, as the experienced blonde inched her head closer to the grateful 18-year-old's pulsating fuckpiece. She stopped just shy and reached out with her hand, and once again, firmly grasped the warm meat. She pumped twice sensually and then angled it toward her eager mouth. Adam could hardly believe it was actually happening.

Just before Christie enveloped her son's penis in her mouth, she stated firmly, "I want you, Adam." And she took the length of his cock in her mouth. The bewildered son immediately placed his right hand on the back of his mother's head. She didn't need the guidance; he just wanted to make it more intimate. His left hand stayed below his mother's chin so that he could feel her immaculate rack.

The blowjob started slowly, but then picked up with time. Every few seconds, Christie stopped to ask herself if she was really blowing her son. Those pauses always ended with her licking her son's veiny shaft and then more sucking.

Maybe it was the new experience of being with a man this young, maybe it was his sculpted cock and groin, maybe it was the mood she was in - but the frequent sex-party-attendee was sure that it was the most enjoyable cocksucking experience she had ever had. In Christie's mind, though, she knew the real reason for that was because she had a deep, loving, and intimate connection with her son that she could never replicate with another human.

Christie made sure to keep looking up at her son, whenever possible. She wanted to see the look in his eyes and for him to see the look in hers. The salacious cop was keeping her son as a prisoner of her seduction, and she refused to let him break out.

The sexual delight was like nothing that Adam had ever experienced. As good as Olivia was, nothing with her ever felt as good as this. Christie continued to pick up speed, flexing her body and really getting into it. She had been married for twenty years, and she was undoubtedly giving the most sensuous head that she had ever given. If Adam hadn't finished on Sheila earlier, he would have unloaded into his mom's mouth minutes ago.

After hearing a loud noise, for the first time in almost ten minutes, Adam examined the rest of the room. Due to being lost in his own world, he didn't even realize that a third of the party guests were in the same room and collecting their oral prize. At that moment, Adam saw Sheila walk out of the back with the same Asian man that had been eating out his mom last week before Frank stepped in.

When Sheila saw Adam, she practically ran up to them, excited to see the pair that she had tried to set up earlier in the night. The full-figured fairy was enthralled by the clear intensity in the way that her work friend was devouring the young cock.

Deciding that it was the perfect time to finish her work from earlier, Sheila began recruiting peer pressure. As she saw the next oral winner and blower enter the room, she waved them over to her. They strolled over to her in curiosity. When the pair then saw what she was staring at, they were impressed by the passionate and sexy head, but they were confused about why Sheila felt the need to call them over.

The man she had called over, who was dressed as a character from Top Gun, just nodded in agreement, "Yeah, that's definitely really hot."

"I know!" continued the thrilled friend. "Don't you think they should fuck?"

Adam darted his eyes up when he heard Sheila say that. His mom wasn't paying attention, though. She was too engrossed in her X-rated work in between his legs.

The Sex-Fairy-HR-rep winked at Adam, and then repeated, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!" Sheila started the rhythmic chant softly and then gradually increased her volume as she pumped her fists in the air.

The pair of colleagues, who quickly understood the reason they were called over, were more than happy to help. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" they echoed in unison. Soon, Sheila's partner joined in as well. All four people surrounding Adam, his mother, and the white chair, were chanting. They looked around the room at the inquisitive men, who were all currently seated and getting blown. Not knowing the reason for the chant, but not wanting to miss out on the fun, the nearly twenty other men in the room began to yell, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Even a lot of women broke away from their respective laps to stand up and see what all the commotion was about. They either witnessed Christie's oral or just saw Sheila chanting, but either way, they were happy to help out their coworker. Nearly the entire room was shouting for Christie and Adam to take things to the next level.

The chant was so loud that even the mother, highly engrossed in her son's pleasure, had obviously heard the chants. Even though her mouth was in the shape of an O, Adam knew she was smiling widely. For the first time since she began, the improper policewoman finally released her son's well-hung shaft from her soft lips. "So, is that for us?"

In response, a confident Adam nodded, removed his hands from his mom's chest and head, and placed them on her cheeks. With his hand, he brushed his mom's blonde hair behind her ear. He guided her head up slightly, and he bent at the waist to meet her face. Adam passionately kissed his mother, and she kissed him back.

While still locking lips, Adam guided Christie's body up to her feet. A euphoric feeling led the entranced mom to the point where she was straddling her son's knees. Christie took it upon herself to lower herself onto her son's legs, securely planting her leather-wrapped butt cheeks onto his lower thighs.

Cheers and applause came from the crowd as they witnessed the highly erotic display. However, Christie wasn't paying them much mind. She continued to passionately press her lips against Adam's. For the second time that night, the hopeful son slid a bit of his tongue between his mom's lips. Christie immediately pulled her head back, shaking it no. She then showed her son what she wanted by sliding the length of her soft tongue into his mouth. Adam's eyes flashed and then closed. Christie, kneeling on the white cushion, leaned in, with her light-blue top and badge, and smushed her chest against her son's solid pectorals. She rested her hands on the tops of his shoulders near his neck, circulating her tongue around Adam's.

Then, as the ecstatic young man ran his trembling hands down his mom's back and planted them firmly on her round ass cheeks, the thankful mom gyrated her hips on her son's thighs.

Not forgetting about the organ that she had an obligation to satisfy, the stiff-chested mom lowered her right hand from her son's shoulder and gripped his thumping erection. She jacked it infrequently - just enough to let her son know that she didn't forget about it while they were making out zealously.

After about a minute of the extraordinary embrace, the kiss ended. Christie, now deciding to use the crowd to her advantage, remained still and let her son hear everyone chanting, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The soaking-wet mom then pressed her lips against her son's ear. "We better give the people what they want."

Adam was lost for words. All he expected from the night was semi-reluctant head from his mom. He never would have thought that she'd be "persuading" him to have sex with her.

"Okay."

Christie bore a perky grin, as her ego was fed by how her seduction was melting her young son's mind. She was turned on by how attractive he found her. She wanted him to be at a loss for words. She wanted him to want her more than anything.

The starry-eyed son felt his mother's weight leave his knees, as she rose to a standing position. She offered her hand and Adam took it. He got off of the chair and pulled his pants up. Christie smiled at Adam one last time before leading him into the kitchen, which was in full view due to the open floor plan. The audience cheered on the couple, as Christie and Adam appeared to be finally giving in to their demand.

Adam had no idea what his mom had planned. At that moment, he would have blindly followed her anywhere. Christie was feeling sublime, still considering what to do with her son. She then got a wickedly erotic idea on how to give him the kinky sex he was used to, while still maintaining their romantic passion.

In the kitchen, Christie grabbed the chair in which she had mediocre sex with Frank last Friday. She then moved it into the center of the tiled kitchen. This time, she was expecting much more satisfying sex from her partner. Obeying his mom's wishes, Adam let her push him down into the comfortable wooden chair, which had a padded seat.

Adam waited in anticipation for his beautiful mother to pull down his pants again and sit on his lap. But that wasn't what she did next. Adam was worriedly confused as the cop walked away from the scene. He heard her heels clicking on the tile behind him. Then he heard the sound of clanking metal.

All of a sudden, he felt his stout arms being pulled back behind the chair, and a metal ring was clamped around his left wrist. Then there was the sound of metal scraping wood before his right wrist was clamped in another metal ring. Adam didn't know what to think. His mom had just handcuffed his hands to the chair. The under-the-table "bonuses" that Frank had been giving to her and other female employees to buy outfits were paying off. Adam's arms were stuck, and with what Christie was about to do, dollar-store handcuffs weren't gonna cut it.

When his mom came back into view, her gold-lensed aviators were covering her eyes again. Adam, though, could still see everything she was looking at through the reflection. Another thing he noted was that her long, blonde hair was in a ponytail, hanging down from the bottom of her police cap. Adam had never seen his mom in a ponytail before, but it made her look even hotter in her costume, which until then, Adam didn't think was possible.

His mom offered a playful smile, as she raised her right heel and stomped down on the seat of the chair between Adam's knees. Adam followed the striking leg all the way up to the top. Where it ended, tight, black fabric stretched over, what was obviously, a juicy pussy.

People from the other room, the ones who had finished already, walked to the edge of the kitchen and blatantly watched the erotic show as if it was theater. A lot of men had shot their loads into their "prize's" mouth while watching Christie make out with her young friend.

The mother and son were mainly oblivious to the onlookers, as they were in their own world. With her leg tantalizingly on the chair, the blonde cop explained the handcuffs to her prisoner. "I can't have you running away when I'm giving you your punishment for being such a bad boy with that vibrator, can I?"

The prisoner expressed his exhilaration. Not being able to avoid her urges any longer, the seductive mom grabbed a hold of the hand-cut neckline in Adam's shirt. She tore the fabric down to the bottom of the orange scrub shirt and let it fall back on her son's arms.

Trying to rediscover the joy she felt from sexually taunting her son earlier, the captivating mother bent at the waist and began to sensually kiss her son's body, starting at the neck and going down to the V created by his lower abdomen. Adam was already panting. He wanted to be able to touch and feel his mouth-watering captor, but he couldn't.

He flexed his cock in his pants because that was all he could do. Christie noticed his flexing, so she reached down and grabbed the top of his waistband. Adam felt relieved, as he was finally going to indulge in his ultimate fantasy. But then, Christie sadistically let go of the waistband and stood back up. Her son was confused until she saw the devilish grin on her face. Christie was having too much fun seeing how aroused she could make her son.

Then, the cheating mom did something more provocative. She took her breasts in her palms and lifted them to her face. She lowered her neck and carefully licked her tits while she looked at her son. Adam was rattling the chair. His torturer wasn't done there though. Christie then turned around, just as she did earlier, and bent over enticingly at the hips. She added a small circular movement to her curvaceous ass.

She then looked back and realized that her poor son was pain - a good pain - but pain nonetheless. "I can make your cock feel a little more comfortable, but you're gonna have to ask for it."

Adam's perspiring forehead, and his inability to wipe away the beads of sweat, also made it a light form of water torture. "PLEASE! Literally anything! Just touch it somehow," he begged. "And can you wipe my head off. The sweat's getting in my eyes."

Christie decided that her son deserved some time on for good behavior. The mother, who was bent at the hips, backed up toward the chair. She whipped her butt cheeks against her son's forehead, forcefully alleviating the sweat. She then lowered herself onto his upper thighs.

"Ugh!" Adam moaned. He savored the feeling of his mom's ass placing its full weight on his erection.

Christie straddled the sides of the heavy wooden chair and gave Adam a lap dance. Her son's fuckpiece felt just as powerful underneath of her as it did in her mouth. She was invigorated by the sensation of the young cock flexing against her butt, asking for entry inside of her.

All Adam could think about was breaking his chains and reaching around his mom to grab her chest, thighs, mound, anything. With a desire to make things more cozy for herself, the dancer left her straddling position and stood up. Adam's first thought was that he was being tormented again, but he was glad to see that his mom was attempting to remove his shoes and his pants.

The mother tossed his shoes to the side and began to remove his pants and boxers again - for good this time, not wanting him to have the chance to pull them up again. The fortunate son peered at his mom's reflective sunglasses to see that her attention was squarely on his hardon. The impressive erection snapped back against the highschooler's six-pack, again free of its elastic cage. With the exception of his short socks, Adam was naked, much to Christie's delight.

Straight away, Christie returned to the lap dance. It was an even better experience for both parties, as a bolt of lightning shot through Christie's body at the warm touch of her bare thighs on her son's. That feeling was almost as good as the sensation under her ass. Christie could feel, in detail, the six-and-a-half-inches of lust trapped between her skimpy shorts and Adam's ripped abdomen. As she ground into his lap, she felt the cockhead throbbing as well as the blood pumping through the elongated shaft.god!" Adam moaned. "This is fucking amazing."

The mom leaned back into her son's upper body and placed her blonde head on his shoulder while she perfected her rhythm. It was a comfortable position for Christie, as she fit perfectly flush against her son's tone body. To top it off, she reached behind her to grab his neck and pulled it down so that his chin was resting on her shoulder. Like a fucking puzzle piece.

The horny MILF felt the young man's chin extend over her shoulder. There was no doubt in her mind that Adam was glaring into her cleavage. She hoped that he could see everything he wanted.

The mature vixen heard her son begin to breathe laboriously. She hopped off his lap. She didn't want him to cum yet.

As his mom left his lap, Adam emitted a sound akin to a complaining whine.

Christie knew how to make her captive happy again. She alleviated Adam's fears with a sly smirk, "What's the matter, My Love? I thought you wanted to pump your sperm into my pussy, not on the outside?"

The 18-year-old closed his eyes and emitted another sound. But it was one of arousal.

The naked son watched incredulously as his own mom, dressed in the slutty cop uniform, hooked her fingers under the band of her sleek shorts and wiggled out of them. Christie was turned to the side as she did it so that Adam could truly witness the curves of her ass.

Christie made a show of working the shorts down her thighs before finally stepping out of them. The growing audience was pleased with the act.

Before stepping forward toward the chair again, Christie removed her glasses and put them on her cap. The mother and son looked at each other without any barriers. Both were letting it sink in what they were about to do and were seeing if the other gave any look of doubt or hesitation. Neither did.

Adam examined the glistening, shaved vagina that inched closer to his face with each of Christie's steps. He then watched it stop just shy of his face. He inhaled the sweet aroma and leaned his head forward as far as he could and flicked his tongue out. The tip of his tongue grazed his mom's outer labia. She jolted back from the unexpected sensation.

She looked down as her son tasted her juices on his tongue. Her cunt was thoroughly soaked. As much as Christie would have liked to press her pussy into her son's face and let him eat out all of her nectar, she had an even more satisfying plan.

Naked below her chest, with the exception of her heels, Christie lowered herself onto Adam's lap.

Her mind was swimming, and she could do nothing but think of the sensual moment that she was sharing with her son. Christie steadily gripped her son's cock as she carefully squatted down. She placed her left hand on Adam's shoulder for added support.

And right before her open, steaming mound could immerse her son's erection, the mother leaned in and they kissed again like lovers. As the mom and son opened their eyes to each other, Christie whispered to her handsome son, "I love you, Adam. And I think it's time for you to fuck me." She sat her pussy down on his cock.

"Uhhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!" moaned Christie, as the rigid shaft slid deeper and deeper inside of her. It was an ecstatic feeling.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Adam was barely hanging onto his load. He felt the hot, wet folds of pink wrapping around his sensitive flesh.

Eventually, the erection was completely buried, and Christie came to a stop on her son's lap. They both sighed, and Christie and Adam rested their foreheads together. The mother tried to gather her wide range of emotions, relishing the pure sensuality before the actual fucking would begin.

That was when Christie realized that, due to her sitting on his lap at a close distance, their heights worked out to the point where her chest hung right against her son's face. It was almost humorous how his face disappeared in her cleavage. The mother arched back as she felt the meat inside of her flex in yearning. She kissed her son again.

Adam's attention turned back to the feeling of his cock inside his mom's most intimate spot. It was snug and warm. He shifted his hips, and his cock felt securely locked in, his mom's vaginal muscles holding on tightly. "It's a good fit," he grinned.

Christie delicately fondled her own breasts and then leaned into her son, pushing her rack into his face. She soon felt the warm saliva from her son's mouth on the tops of her breasts. Christie remarked into her son's ear, with a giggle, "We fit perfectly... lucky you."

With an eagerness for more pleasure, the hot mom began to raise herself on her legs and let herself fall back down onto the throbbing cock, over and over again. Adam helped by bucking his waist up and down in rhythm.

The bouncing mom released quiet, high-pitched moans regularly, the thick head infiltrating a deep place in her vaginal canal. Her fluids glazed the surface area of her son's penis and taut nutsack. With her forearms on her son's chest and her hands by his neck, Christie closed her eyes, entering a state of euphoria.

Sweating from the skin-to-skin contact, Adam's hot breath and fast tongue coated his mother's large breasts in moisture. As he felt the steady motion of his mom's ass clapping against his thighs, and his cock being expertly gripped by her pussy, he tried to figure out how to get his mouth on her pointy nipples, but to no avail. He knew it was silly to want more, given that he had everything he could have ever hoped for, but he would've done anything to be able to move his hands.

After the mom and son had been riding and bucking for nearly fifteen minutes, neither wanting to cum yet, Adam noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his head out of his mom's cleavage and, for the first time, looked around the kitchen.

"Whoa," the son was taken aback.

Christie opened her eyes, finding that, at the edge of the kitchen, about twenty-five people were standing there, hypnotized by the way their coworker was springing up and down on the naked teen.

Neither Christie nor Adam knew what to do, so they just kept fucking while studying the faces that watched them. Some of the men and women were touching themselves as if it were a live porno.

Some were even going down on others to satisfy the urges they felt after seeing the couple in the kitchen.

Adam then spotted Olivia. She was standing near the side of the kitchen's massive entrance. Olivia was with Frank, and they were actually masturbating each other as they watched. It wasn't long until Christie noticed her son's friend and her boss ogling them.

Skeptical of what was happening, Christie and Adam saw a horny Frank mumble something to Olivia. Adam was startled by his classmate stepping into the kitchen and toward the wooden chair.

The slutty nurse stood there, wearing an embarrassed smile. "Would you mind," she addressed the couple, whose attention she certainly had, "if took a ride - for just a few seconds?"

Both Christie and Adam were in disbelief. Adam couldn't figure out why she was doing it. Christie had no clue of her intentions either.

Christie wanted to scold her, but she knew that she was her son's friend. "Why?" Christie coldly asked, panting.

Normally fearless, Olivia was quite shy at the moment. She turned back to a masturbating Frank, who gave her an affirming look as if to continue with his instructions.

Olivia continued, "If you let me ride Adam for just under a minute, then you two can go upstairs afterward and use a private bedroom to finish."

Adam analyzed his mom's reaction to the proposition. She seemed puzzled. On one hand, she was having the most intimate moment of her life, and she didn't want to share her son. On the other hand, with all of the people watching, it wasn't that intimate anymore, and she knew it would be amazing if she could take Adam upstairs where nobody else was allowed. They could be alone.

Christie wasn't sure why Frank had sent Olivia to do his bidding, but she figured that since all she had to do step to the side while Olivia sat on her son's lap for a few moments, the reward of the private room outweighed the cost.

Christie and Adam watched their privates gracefully separating. The sensation was marvelous. Adam was still reeling from the idea of his mom having to leave, even for a short moment.

"Are you sure?" Adam asked his mom. He didn't want her to leave.

The mother lovingly kissed her son again. She whispered into his ear, "Sometimes you have to put up with this shit in life. Trust me, though, the reward is going to be worth it. And you are mine. You won me. You are mine, and it's my pussy that's yours. DO NOT let her tell you anything different."

After breaking all physical contact with her son, the blonde cop warned the slutty nurse, "You have thirty seconds before I'm getting back on. Thirty seconds."

Olivia wasted no time. She straddled her friend, and she sat down with Adam's cock disappearing under her white miniskirt. With no thong barrier, Adam's dick plopped right into the familiar-feeling pussy. Olivia started grinding on her casual sex partner.

Meanwhile, Frank, who orchestrated the plan, knowing the strict time limit, wasted no time either. Panting and quivering, he ran into the kitchen. He headed in the direction of his bombshell, 41-year-old employee. Christie's mind had solved the puzzle. Frank had been checking her chest and body out all night, and when he couldn't resist anymore, he sent Olivia over to distract Adam.

Adam ignored Olivia, who was really just a pawn in Frank's game, and peered off to the side as the party's host pleaded with his employee, "Christie, please let me finish on your tits."

The son was perturbed at the trick. But, then again, the only reason he was having sex with his mom was because of Frank, so he couldn't be too mad. Christie rolled her eyes, as she was even less enthused about this idea. If it weren't her boss, the host, then she would've refused and given him a piece of her mind.

With a whatcha-gonna-do gesture directed at her handcuffed son, followed by a mouthed, "I'm so sorry," the nearly nude, married mother dropped to her knees and held her breasts up in her hands.

The boss, wearing his pirate costume, jerked off rapidly over the mature chest, desperate to get off in the thirty-second window.

"Fifteen seconds left," sighed Christie, who wanted to remind her boss that she wasn't going to wait all day for him.

Frank wasn't quite as far along as he thought. "Can I have some help?" He blurted out.

If he didn't sign her paycheck, the woman down on her knees would have gotten up and smacked him across the face. Instead, she reached out with one hand while she held her chest up with the other. She grabbed Frank's average dick and pumped her hand so expediently that it was beginning to burn his shaft. Christie aimed the tip at her chest.

"Five seconds..." she announced, unenthused.

Frank's face went blank, and his non-eye-patched eye cringed shut. Christie made sure to aim the tip so that all of the jizz landed in one spot on her upper right boob, not wanting it to get on her costume.

As soon as the last drop left Frank's shrinking package, Christie let go, stood up, and headed over to the chair without even a glance at Frank.

Frustrated that her son had seen the events that just unfolded, Christie grabbed Olivia's hips and practically yanked her off of Adam's lap. "Time's up!"

The 19-year-old backed away from the chair. But before she could get too far, the intimidating woman tapped on her shoulder and pointing to the white goo on her breast. "Clean up your boyfriend's mess, now."