[SHINJA]

The thought occurred to me as another man left, having
been well satisfied, that anyone could see what was going
on inside. As two more men came into the flat I was
thinking how dangerous that might be. Again my thoughts
were interrupted by Rohan, who jerked on my arm with great
excitement. We ran as fast as we could to the door, which
Rohan had seen left open.

Sure enough the door was wide open, and we were able to
stare inside though the outer screen door. There off to
one side was Rohan's dad collecting money from the new
arrivals. Directly in front of us was the hide-a-bed with
my mother on top of a rather portly man. You could see
her asshole, and watch her as her pussy slid up and down
on the man's large cock. The man squeezed her huge tits
as she bounced up and down. "Ride that cock cunt!" he
shouted.

She started bouncing harder and faster, he met every
trust as hard as he could. Some men sat on a couch across
from the bed and shouted for the man to spread her ass
cheeks for them so that they could see her asshole, the
man spread her cheeks wide as he continually pounded away
at her pussy, he then began fingering her asshole a
little, causing the men to cheer.

Suddenly he held her tight as he shot his cum deep inside
her. When someone closed the door, Rohan and I took a walk
down the dark alley towards Anshul's house. I don't know
why, but I got mad at Rohan and his parents, and started
pushing my friend around.

I was pissed that his dad was pimping my mother, but what
I really wanted to know was that all he was doing. Rohan
said something and I hit him. Definitely he told me, that
his dad could make my mother do anything he wanted her to
do--anything! Then he started to add, my dad and I, but
caught himself and quickly, if not awkwardly, said that
Anshul's dad could make her do anything he wanted her to
do also.

I didn't believe him about Anshul's dad, Rohan told me that
we'd talk with Anshul the next afternoon. As for his dad;
I mumbled that my mother might whore for him, but that
was all she'd do for him. As I calmed down, I told my
best buddy that I was sorry, he nodded his head and told
me it was alright; yet I found out later that he never
really forgave me, and was planning his own form of pay
back at my mother's and my expense.

It also helped my friend's bruised ego to find his dad
and four other men standing in a circle, in his backyard
amid the tires, and broken toys. All the men were
drinking and all the men had their pants down to their
ankles. A dim porch light from above made it just light
enough to see what was going on. Like us, anyone coming
down the alley could see them with my naked mother on her
knees, sucking each man as she pivoted around to each
man's cock. They called her names like slut, whore,
bitch, dumb cunt.

After each man managed to cum, Rohan's dad took down his
pants and ordering my mother on to her hands and knees;
then opening the circle of men so we had a full view of
what he was about to do, he shouted to his wife that he
was ready.

The dim light gave way to the brightness of two bright
head lights of a car. As he fucked my mother, I could
hear the faint hum of a movie camera. I could hear Rohan's
mother telling him to make her tits bounce more. He
fucked her for a few minutes so his cock was covered in
my mother's juices. Then per his wife's instructions, he
made my mother kneel and suck him until he came in her
face.

Rohan smiled ear to ear. He didn't have to say a word; he
had proved his point. When the car lights went off, the
men pulled up their pants and left. My mother went back
inside with Rohan's parents. Rohan told me it was over and I
better get home. He also reminded me that we would talk
to Anshul that afternoon.

That afternoon with the others, Rohan and I met with Anshul
at his house. Rohan told them all about the night before,
and what he had told me about Anshul's father being able
to do with my mother whatever he wanted to do, just like
his dad could.

Anshul smiled ear to ear and gleefully told me my mother
had just gone inside. Then with Anshul leading on, we
entered the house as softly as we could, only to be
greeted by Anshul's noisy and nosey twin sister. To shut
her up; and anxious to see what was going on, Anshul told
his sister she could come with us, if she swore not to
tell anyone.

We slowly, and as quietly as we could, walked down some
stairs and hid ourselves behind a couch and a half wall.
We arrived just in time to see Anshul's dad sit himself in
a chair; lighting a cigarette he called out my mother's
name. As my mother appeared he picked up a camera and
snapped a picture. She was totally nude.

Mounting a stationary bike she began to pedal at various
speeds that the man wanted her to go. Her tits jiggled as
she peddled quickly. Anshul's dad snapped a few pictures.

Sweating and panting she dismounted the bike, and as
instructed, started to do jumping-jacks. Her tits bounced
up and down forcing low groans from all of us-- including
myself. She stopped and was allowed a brief period to
rest--very brief.

She faced us as she began her toe touches, as her fingers
touched the floor she was told to count to twenty before
straightening up. Very obediently she turned her back to
us and started doing more toe touches. Her pussy and her
tightened ass was a sight to behold, and I like the
others rather enjoyed it.

What I didn't enjoy was listening to Anshul's father's
obscene comments about her. Show off that tight pussy
slut. Spread those ass checks. Fucking whore. My mother
didn't say anything back to him, which angered me-- hell
I figured she should have defended herself and told the
man to go to hell, then leave. But she didn't. The next
thing took my breath away and turned my attitude around.

Anshul's dad stood up and walked over to where my mother
stood-- still bent over. He took his hands and began to
rub her ass for all of us to see. He took great pains to
spread her ass apart and show us her asshole. Then to the
amusement of the others he began to finger fuck her
asshole. He spat a wad of spit on her anus and rubbed it
and managed to wiggle his entire finger inside then
slowly began moving it in and out of her. A look of
strain appeared on my mothers face, Anshul's dad just
smiled.

When the snickering became to loud, and with Anshul's
sisters talking, my mother stood straight up in horrified
anger, and began to run out of the room. Anshul's dad
grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around telling her
that it was from outside. As he told her, he fondled her
tits. Finally he told her that he'd "help her clean up";
then he gestured rather frantically for us to get out of
there.

They headed towards us heading too another room. Most of
us darted back up the stairs. Most that is--- for Anshul's
sister went into the very room they where heading for. I
caught a glimpse of her scurrying underneath a table. I
heard the door to the room close and wondered what was
going to happen when my mother discovered little Maddy
inside the room with them.

Outside both Anshul and Rohan reminded me that they told me
so. Even now, Anshul told me that his dad was probably
fucking my mother. I was numb with anger towards my own
mother for letting this happen to her.

We had headed ourselves back down the alley--- I didn't
want my mother to see us, nor did I want to see my
mother. As we stood in the alley between Rohan's and
Tariq's talking about what we had seen, my mother came
walking down towards us closely followed by Maddy. She
didn't look at us and pretended not to see us as she
turned towards our apartment building. Maddy, however,
came running over to us and breathlessly exclaimed; she
had seen something.

Sure she had something to say, but I was in no mood to
hear about anything and told her in most unpleasant terms
that sent her running home in tears followed by her
brother.

It would be two years later, after the first time I had
taught her how to suck cock that she related how she had
hid under the table, how my mother stood leaning on the
table with her legs spread wide apart. How she watched
her daddy stick his fingers into her bottom: but mostly
how her daddy's "Johnny" got bigger, longer and harder!!
Then how he shoved his "Johnny" in and out of her bottom.
How they rocked the table until this white cream came
dripping down my mother's thighs-- how her daddies
"Johnny" slipped out all covered and dripping the white
cream.

She would go on to tell me, that she would continue to
hide under the table whenever my mother and her daddy
would "do it" sometimes her face would only be inches
from her daddies "Johnny" as it would go in and out of
her bottom. Then one time as she waited for her daddy to
stick it in my mother, he reached down and took hold of her
hand and placed it around his "Johnny" and had her help
him stick it into my mother. From that time on; any time her
dad and my mother would "do it" she'd fondle her daddies
"Johnny" until it got harder, then she'd part my mother's
vagina and stick it in her for her daddy.

That night I laid in bed thinking things over and found
myself getting more and more aroused by the fact that my
mother was being publicly fucked. I ran though my mind
the scene at Rohan's flat, with all those men watching, and
paying to fuck her in front of each other.

Although I hadn't seen it, Anshul told me that his dad
also pimped' my mother in the back of his drug store to
vendors and customers as well. I had no doubt that Anshul
was telling me the truth. But what excited me the most
was the way Rohan's old man had taken my mother outside and
did her where anybody passing by could watch him and the
other men getting their cocks sucked, and watch as Rohan's
dad fucked her doggy style.

The very next day started our first money making
adventure. We all had nude pictures of my mother and had
began to show them to others, careful of course not to
let her identity be known. For a dollar we'd let others
gawk and drool over the pictures. Soon we had others
begging to have us show them the real thing.

Seeing the real thing and maybe feeling her tits would
cost them five bucks each. We were amazed how many takers
we had! We took my mother to a movie theater away from
our area. A theater that had a dark balcony!! In the 50's
you could make out all you wanted in the dark theaters,
especially in the balcony. It was a matinee show with two
cowboy pictures showing. Normally the balcony would be
closed, but this afternoon, it would be open for us,
thanks to two of the older boys that worked as ushers.

The balcony was rather large and to this day I am amazed
how many showed up. I sat to one side of my mother and
Rohan to the other. As soon as the lights went down and the
movie came on, I reached over and began to unbutton her
blouse. She protested.

But as always, Rohan simply told her "my mother my dad
said..." with that my mother leaned forward in her seat
and let him undo her bra. For a while Rohan and I plaid
with her tits and nipples, until she felt comfortable
with the idea that no one could see us. I got up and
Tariq took my place. Then Rohan got up and Anshul took his
place.

After a while my mother simply chose to close her eyes
and not pay attention to what was going on. It was a very
long time before she realized that half of the guys in
the balcony had been feeling her tits. When she did
realize, she closed up her blouse and got up to leave.
Naturally this made the other half a bit unhappy.

Fearing that they'd get the crap kicked out of them
Anshul, Rahul, and Rohan grabbed her before she could get
out of the row we were sitting in. Forcing her down in
the end seat they took her blouse and pulled it over her
head as Abhidy and I held her arms above her head. There my
mother sat topless for all to see and feel. All the kids
that didn't get a turn before now got one, they squeezed
her breasts and rubbed her nipples, after a while she
stopped fighting.

After the movies were over we rushed out with my mother
so no one could get a good look at her face. I hung back
making sure no one followed, which proved out to be a
lucky move. One of the older ushers approached me and
asked if he and a bunch of his buddies could see my
mother completely nude. The money was right; I got his
phone number and told him I'd call him about when and
where.

We took my mother to Anshul's garage a couple of days
later where the usher and his buddies were waiting.
Before going in I had my mother put on a betty-mask. With
that she knew what was going to happen, but she made no
complaints or protests-- she just went inside.

Once inside she didn't hesitate in removing the top of
her dress and then her bra. She did need some help
getting out of her skirt and needed to be restrained by
Rohan and Rahul as Anshul pulled off her panties. We held
her legs apart and shower the usher and his friends her
hairy pussy. I smiled when I seen the look of awe on
there faces. Then we had my mother bend over to show them
her asshole.

We suddenly were very busy with requests, and were
enjoying the new found side business of exhibiting a
naked grown woman. We were now taking her to various
basements, attics, garages, theater balconies, men's
rooms, public parks (heavily wooded of course) and even
at private beach houses. Depending on the crowd, and what
we made; as well as the mood we were in, we would let
them just see her tits. Then at times we'd let them see
her totally nude.

Almost always we'd let them feel her tits, and sometimes
her ass; but rarely, very rarely did we let someone
finger her pussy. No her pussy was ours, and only ours.
If someone wanted to examine her pussy one or more of us
would spread her open for their eyes and finger her
ourselves so they could see.

Most all times she was tied, which I suppose made it
easier for her to cooperate with us, since she had no
choice as it were. When we had her tied we let the crowd
decide how they wanted her posed. We did the best we
could to please them all. It lead to some unusual
poses!!!

Between us, Rohan's parents, and Anshul's dad; my mother was
a busy woman. She would have been a lot busier if we all
hadn't had to work around my dad and my brother.
Unfortunately for her this was about to change; when my
parents got an offer from an aunt to have my brother go
to a military school with our cousin.

My aunt was willing to foot half the bill. In my dad's
eyes the choice was easy-- since he considered my brother
a bit of a problem. If he only knew! Then shortly
afterwards, to my mother's dismay and many heated
protests, my dad took a job that would keep him out of
town for almost three weeks a month at times. Again the
choice was easy for him--no more two jobs, more money;
and within two years we could move from the city. School
came and my brother was gone. My dad had just started his
new job, and was gone a week and would be gone another
week.

Already Rohan's father took advantage of the new
availability of my mother. Soon he had found a sleazy bar
that let him pimp my mother in a back room. The room
faced out into an alley with its large barred frosted
window. With the lights on you could see the shadows of
what went on inside the room. Every now and then I'd sit
outside with the winos and watch the men's shadows as my
mother fucked them or sucked their cocks. This place
along with Rohan's flat allowed Rohan's parents twice the
time with my mother.

For Anshul's dad things with my mother were just fine; the
only change he made was to bring my mother over to their
garage on Saturday mornings and share her with his
brothers-in-law. As for us, it also was easier to get
access to my mother for our own plans. And things were
about to change. One evening after school was out, we
were walking my mother to another garage for another
group of kids. On the way we had to pass our school. Rohan
ran up to one of the doors and found it open.

As he waived for us, I could almost sense what he had in
mind, and started to get a hard on thinking about it. I
turned to Rahul and asked if he had his camera. Rahul
smiled from ear to ear knowing why I asked. Now I
seriously believe my mother believed us when we told her,
we just wanted to get some books from our class room. As
we walked the three flights of stairs we listened for the
janitors, but heard no one.

Once in our classroom we turned on the lights, for it was
now dark outside, then told my mother to take off her
cloths. Her mouth dropped open and she shook her head,
but only in disbelief. She asked us to pull the shades.

We said no, since we looked out over the school yard
there was no point to do so. Soon she was nude and
standing at the blackboard as if she was pointing to a
math problem. We had her sit at each one of our desks as
best as she could. Rohan had her bend over his so her tits
would dangle just above his books. We had her posing,
bent with her ass facing the class, over the teacher's
desk. We had her posing facing the class, sitting in the
teacher's chair. We had her sit on top of the teacher's
desk with her legs spread and her knees up.

As she sat in this position and the pinkness of her pussy
showed itself, I think we all began to fantasize that it
was during class and all the kids were watching her. We
made my mother walk nude though the hall and down the
steps taking pictures all the way. We took some final
pictures in the principal's office before letting her
dress.

We decided not to go meet the others, instead we went
back to my apartment. The walk back was strangely silent.
Once back inside we began to fantasize about fucking my
mother. My mother came into the kitchen where we had
gathered; we all just looked at her as we stopped
talking.

To this day I'm not sure what happened, and I have tried
at times to figure it out. But after forty years I guess
I'll stop trying. My mother very calmly told the others
to wait in the kitchen, then told me to follow her into
the living room. As I followed her, she told me to pull
the shades down and help her get the hide-a-bed set up.

Once this was done she began to remove her cloths; then
she told me to remove all my cloths. I had seen my mother
nude. I knew every part of her intimately. I had seen her
raped and fucked in all sorts of positions. I even
watched her sucking cock. Still, I was embarrassed to be
nude before her. With her helping me, we finally stood
totally nude. Then with a very firm voice she told me to
bring Rohan in and only Rohan.

The looks on my friend's faces were ones of embarrassed
amusement when they had to look at my nakedness. I got
Rohan, and told the others to wait in the kitchen. When Rohan
and I came into the living room we found my mother
sitting on the edge of the bed. She told me to sit on the
couch and watch. With a motherly smile, she told Rohan to
undress Rohan almost ripped off his cloths.

I watched from the couch as Rohan and my mother wrestled on
the bed. I began to masturbate. She kissed his body and
responded to his lips as he sucked on her nipples. Her
fingers rubbed his hard cock. Then getting on her all
fours she told Rohan, but looked at me as she did, "I know
this is your favorite position. AND I KNOW you know what
to do!"

Rohan mounted her and I watched my best friend's cock slip
inside my mother's pussy. Rohan hammered and hammered
himself into her, he slapped her ass cheeks very hard as
he fucked her until with excited words of "OH FUCK OH
FUCK!!" he shot his first load of cum into a female.

Panting, Rohan lay on his back laughing with enjoyment. My
mother bent over and kissed him on the forehead, then
told him to dress and go home. As she pointed him to the
front door, she looked at me saying nothing. When Rohan
left she told me to get Anshul.

The scene was the same, except she laid on top of Anshul.
I could see his small cock slide inside of my mother's
pussy, but I could barely see the rest of Anshul. Except I
could hear his slurping as he sucked on her tits. Anshul
came, and he too laid panting on the bed, but silently
with a big smile on his face.

Tariq was next. My mother had to explain, as she would
with Abhidy, on how to do things. Tariq and Abhidy both were
nervous wrecks when they started, but when my mother
wrapped her legs around them and stuck their cocks in
her-- well they changed. They pounded her pussy like no
tomorrow. Rahul was last. Like Anshul and Rohan, he knew
what to do.

Unlike Anshul and Rohan, when he had cum and laid panting on
top of my mother; instead of just smiling or laughing he
began to sob and thank her. My mother stroked his head
for a moment then pushed him off her and told him to
dress and go home.

As the front door closed on Rahul, and my mother went
into the bathroom, I began to get as excited as I ever
had been, and maybe have ever since. I wondered what it
was going to be like, and how it was going to be after we
fucked.

I wondered if I could sleep with her when dad and my
brother were gone. My hopes were higher than ever before.
But when my mother came out of the bathroom all dressed,
and asked me what I wanted for dinner, I almost broke out
into tears.

As I sat there at the kitchen table watching her prepare
dinner she began to talk about each of my friends, and
how they were. Every now and then she'd ask me if I
agreed.. I was stunned, angered and totally dumbfounded.
I really had no clue as how to react to what had
happened, and apparently what was not going to happen. I
did know, as I was putting myself to bed that my balls
ached unbelievably.

For a while I laid in bed mad as hell at my mother, and
planning on selling her to some niggers and watching them
do their thing with her. I was about to beat myself off,
but when the door of my bedroom opened I stopped. My
mother came in from her bath, still drying herself off.
The smell of her bath salts still linger in my mind
today.

At first she sat at the foot of my bed, softly talking
about what had been going on. I mean everything. How she
knew what we had done when we drugged her. How the
pictures we took could destroy her and dad. About how she
felt about us doing what we were doing. How mad she was
about it all. How she didn't know how she was going to
stop it-- if she could.

Then she explained why she fucked my friends in front of
me. It was her way of hurting me. But she added, she knew
it was only a matter of time before we all would want to
do her'. That I may have done her' with the others, which
would be wrong since she was my mother. With that I let
out an involuntary groan.

She stood up and bent over me her robe opened a bit. As
her big lovely tits dangled close to me I reached up and
began to fondle one. I softly sucked on her nipple and
licked it up nicely. I heard her begin to speak and felt
the sheet covering me being pulled off.

As she reached down and pulled my shorts off exposing my
erection, I vaguely remember her saying something about
alleviating my physical pain. What I vividly remember was
my mother's soft fingers firmly grasping my cock. Then
her head going towards my cock. How her wet hair hung
down. How her hot wet tongue first touched my aching
cock, and how my body tensed in excitement.

I watched her head bob up and down on my cock as I felt
her tongue and lips press and caress it. As I felt my
cock load up to explode, I fought back the urge to cum so
I could enjoy my mother's mouth eating my cock. The more
I tried to prolong it, the more my body began to jerk.

I found my hands holding onto her wet head, involuntarily
urging her to suck harder and faster. Mother must have
sensed it to, now her fingers began to work the wet shaft
of my over cum stuffed cock, and her lips and tongue
moved faster.

Finally my whole body jerked, and I groaned in delight as
I felt my cum exploding out into my mother's mouth. As I
came and came my mother didn't take her mouth off my cock
like she would with some stranger. She slowed her pace
until she milked all the cum out of me and I went limp.

I laid exhausted, and watched my mother take the wet
towel she had brought in with her, and place it to her
mouth. Then as I closed my eyes I felt her wiping my now
softening cock off with the towel. I felt like Rohan and
Anshul with their big smiles and laughter, and yet like,
Rahul who just wanted to thank her for the experience of
a life time. With all the emotions of the moment, I
apologized for what I had done and that I was going to
stop what was going on.

After I said that; my mother stood up and calmly, told me
that it wasn't our faults, that we were misled by Rohan's
dad and others. As for stopping what was going on, she
sadly sighed that neither her or I could stop things---
just yet. With that she told me to go to sleep that she
would be out for a while. I was so relaxed and exhausted
that I fell asleep without thinking or dreaming about sex
that night.

As I said, from that day on things changed. My mothers
plan to make us feel guilty back fired. My friends were
fucking my mother almost daily up in my apartment.
Sometimes I'd watch, but usually not. Now, at some of the
get-togethers, we arranged-- for a special price: One of
my friends to fuck my mother, who'd be tied either across
some table or old bed or whatever was available. And
without my mother knowing it we'd let the guy who paid
the special price-- fuck her as well.

Hell, I figured as long as she was fucking other men she
wouldn't mind doing someone our age. Now; the special
price I refer too, was a payment of three nude pictures
of someone they knew-- mother, aunt, cousin, or sister.

In later years some of these pictures that my mother
fucked for, paid off for us rather well. As for me, I
kept her wish and refrained from fucking her. For her
part she'd regularly suck me off. I think I was the only
boy who never got a good night kiss from his mother, but
got a good night blow job instead.

By the end of the school year, and most of us had turned
thirteen a strange thing was happening. We were getting
bored. Not of sex. No we all were getting plenty. In fact
two of the pictures we got from some guys for fucking my
mother paid off. We had two girls our age who spread
their legs for us whenever we wanted. Now I was getting
fucked and still getting my good night blow job. No we
were getting bored with my mother. As Rohan put it, there
had to be more fun to be had, as well as more money to be
made.

"How much money do you think you made?"

"Hell Bob I don't know. Not that much, split between the
six of us. Besides we did it for the thrills more than
anything. It was exciting just to watch the other kids
faces."

"How about the pictures. You got a couple of girls right
away. Any grown women?"

"Some of the pictures of a couple of aunts and one
mother, were dogs. About five others were of girls
younger than us. Later we got all five for various
activities--as it were."

"Didn't you guys ever worry about getting caught? I mean
hell, Llama you got her naked in theaters, and other
public places."

"We were young and stupid. What can I say? That was half
the thrill!"

"Okay. Rohan's parents and Anshul's dad were pimping you
mother. Did they get kinky like at Anshul's father's Rec?"

"Oh they did some bondage with her. But you wouldn't want
to harm the golden pussy would you?"

"Llama; you can't tell me that Rohan's parents didn't know
that your mother fucked their little boy."

"Ya. From that time on, Rohan and his dad would fuck my
mother together at times. Of the others only Rohan got a
blow job from my mother, and only when he was fucking her
with his dad. Anshul's dad let him have a couple of
cousins join him in fucking my mother whenever Anshul had
them over at their house. Rahul and Abhidy never told their
parents. In fact I don't think their parents ever knew
what was going on. Tariq on the other hand... Well Tariq
and his parents, rather his mother surprised me.

I didn't think his parents-- mother knew. But I was
wrong. Once I went over to get Tariq for something, don't
recall what. But I found him under a basement shower with
my mother. As he soaped and plaid with my mother; his
mother sat on the steps intently watching. When Tariq's
mother saw me she simply told me to take off my cloths
and join her son and my mother. Later Tariq told me my
mother, and his mother would disappear for a while.
Figure it out for yourself." "Did you shower?"

"Rub-a-dub-dub!"

"When did the real kinky and sadistic things start?"

"Well like I said, all though the school year everything
was okay. But at the beginning of summer we were bored.
And it's late. I'm tired. Bring some more beer and we'll
talk next time at the lodge." "Damn Llama why must you
leave me hanging like this. Every damn time."