Chapter 3: The Invitation

At next day, Mike found it almost impossible to focus on his schoolwork. His thoughts kept drifting to the previous night’s events, his mind playing back every sultry moment with his mother and Big Daddy. The knowledge that they had been invited to a party filled with the latter’s favorite playmates was like a siren’s call, drawing him back to the warm embrace of their perverted love nest. He couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what new experiences awaited them.

In the bustling hallways of the school, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to the images of those exotic, sexually-charged evenings that Big Daddy had described. The idea of being surrounded by beautiful, experienced women who were eager to indulge in their kinks made his heart race and his palms sweat. He had always been a shy and reserved teenager, but now he felt like a new person, one who knew what it was like to be truly desired.

When the final bell of the day rang out, Mike practically sprinted to the parking lot, where he found Helen leaning against their car, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She was dressed in tight yoga pants and a low-cut top that did little to hide her ample cleavage, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail that swished as she moved. She was a vision of beauty and lust, and Mike felt his cock stir just looking at her.

“Hey, baby,” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. “You ready for our little shopping trip?” Mike nodded, his heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. “Yeah,” he managed to get out, his voice sounding strained.

Without another word, they climbed into the car, the tension between them palpable. Helen leaned over and gave Mike a deep, lingering kiss, her hand sliding down to squeeze his cock through his pants. “We need to pick up some toys and outfit,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “Something special for the party on Saturday.”

Mike felt his cheeks flush as they drove to the adult store. He had never been inside one before, and the thought of shopping for sex toys with his mother was both thrilling and terrifying. Helen, however, seemed completely at ease, navigating the aisles with the confidence of a seasoned pro. She picked up a variety of buttplug and lubricants, examining them with a critical eye before placing them in the basket.

“Why so many, Mom?” Mike asked, his voice quivering slightly. Helen looked up from the selection and gave him a wink. “Because, baby,” she said, “the theme of the party is ‘No Hiding Spots’. All the women will be showing off their assets, and I want to make sure I’m ready for anything Big Daddy throws our way.” She held up a particularly large butt plug, the size of which made Mike’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“But, Mom,” he stammered, “are you sure you can handle that?” Helen just chuckled, her hand gently caressing the length of his growing erection through his pants. “Oh, I can handle it,” she assured him, “and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.” She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck. “And you’re going to enjoy watching.”

The shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman with a knowing smile, overheard their conversation and approached them. “Looking for something special, are we?” She raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the basket of toys they had accumulated. Helen nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “I’m looking for an outfit that’ll really make a statement,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “Something that shows off my assets, you know?”

The woman’s smile grew wider as she led them to the back of the store, where a rack of daring lingerie and dresses hung. “I think I have just the thing,” she said, her fingers skimming over the fabric. She pulled out a dress that was more like a strategically placed piece of tape than actual clothing. It was a sheer, black material that would leave nothing to the imagination. “This little number,” she said, holding it up, “it’s like wearing a second skin.”

Mike’s eyes widened as he took in the garment. It was a marvel of engineering, designed to showcase every curve and crevice of the body. Helen’s eyes lit up as she took it from the shopkeeper, holding it against her. “It’s perfect,” she murmured, her voice low and hungry. “It’ll make me feel like a real slut.” Mike felt his cock throb at the word, his mother’s excitement only adding to his own.

They tried on various outfits, each more revealing than the last. Helen paraded in front of him, asking for his opinion on which one would make her look the most “slutty.” It was a strange role reversal, one that Mike found incredibly arousing. He watched as she twirled in a dress that barely covered her ass, her pussy peeking out from under the fabric. “What do you think?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you think Big Daddy will like this?”

Mike’s gaze lingered on the dress, his cock growing even harder. “It’s ... it’s definitely something,” he said, trying to find the words. “But I think I like this one better.” He pointed to a gold camisole that was more like a glorified necklace than a top. The material was so thin and transparent that it would leave her breasts and nipples on full display, and it came with a matching gold high heel and large gold hoop earrings, and nothing to do little to cover her shaved pussy.

Helen’s eyes lit up as she took the camisole from the hanger, holding it against her body. She twirled in front of the mirror, her large breasts jiggling slightly with every movement. The fabric clung to her curves, the gold contrasting with her pale skin in a way that made her look like a goddess of sex. She turned to Mike, her eyes questioning. “What do you think, baby?” she asked, her voice a purr.

Mike couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. “It’s ... it’s amazing,” he finally managed to say. “You’ll look like you’re walking sex on legs.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing against her bare pussy as he adjusted the garment. “And with nothing underneath, your pussy and ass will be on full display.”

Helen’s cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she looked at their reflection in the mirror. “I want to be the envy of every woman at the party,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. “I want them to see what a lucky man Big Daddy is.” Mike’s hand lingered on her skin, his thumb idly stroking her clit. She gasped, her body responding immediately to his touch. “And what about you?” she asked, her voice a whisper. “What do you want to see?”

Mike took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. “I want to watch,” he said, his voice filled with lust. “I want to watch you with him, and with the others. I want to see you lose yourself in pleasure, to know that I’m the one who made you feel this way.” Helen’s pupils dilated, her breathing becoming more ragged as Mike’s words painted a picture of the night to come. She knew that she had found not just a willing participant in her cuckolding fantasy, but a partner who truly enjoyed her sexual exploration.

“And these,” Mike said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he took the gold hoop earrings and dangled them from his fingers, “these will make you look like the most classic exotic beauty.” He stepped behind her, his cock pressing against her ass as he reached around to put the earrings in her lobes. The cold metal sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned back into him, her body arching as she felt his warmth against her.

Mike took a moment to appreciate the way the earrings framed her face, the way they made her look even more stunning than she already was. “You know,” he murmured, his breath tickling her neck, “these remind me of Cleopatra. Beautiful, powerful, and utterly irresistible.” Helen’s eyes fluttered closed, the image of herself as an ancient queen of seduction sending waves of excitement through her body.

As he stepped back, she slipped on the gold high heels, her legs looking even longer and sexier than usual. She walked over to the mirror, her hips swaying with an exaggerated confidence that had Mike’s eyes glued to her ass. She struck a pose, her hand on her hip and her chin held high. “How do I look?” she asked, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

Mike’s heart was racing. He had never seen his mother like this before, so openly sexual and in charge of her desires. “You look ... incredible,” he managed to croak out, his voice thick with arousal. “But I have an idea to make you look even more stunning.”

Helen turned to him with a question in her eyes. “What’s that, baby?” she asked, her hand idly playing with the gold chain that draped over her breasts. Mike took a deep breath before speaking. “Could you put your hair in a high bun?” He paused for a moment, letting the image in his head take shape. “And then, wear a gold butt plug with a jewel on the end, so that when you walk, it’ll peek out from the bottom of your dress.”

Her eyes widened with surprise before a slow smile spread across her face. “Oh, you naughty boy,” she murmured, her voice filled with approval. “That’s quite the look you’re going for.” She turned to the mirror and began to pile her blonde locks on top of her head, securing them with a few pins she found in the store. The effect was dramatic, drawing attention to her long neck and the delicate curve of her shoulders.

Mike selected the gold butt plug with the largest jewel, the one that would be sure to catch the light and draw every eye to her ass as she walked. He handed it to her with a sense of reverence, watching as she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She bent over slightly, giving him a perfect view of her round, toned ass. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

“Just relax, Mom,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the raging storm of emotions within him. He applied a generous amount of lubricant to the plug, his hand trembling slightly as he positioned it at her tight opening. Helen took a deep breath and pushed back, the plug sliding in with surprising ease.

The sight of the gold jewel nestled between her ass cheeks was almost too much for Mike to handle. He couldn’t believe he was standing here, in a public store, helping his mother prepare to be fucked by another men. Yet, the perversity of it all only added to his excitement. He watched in the mirror as she adjusted the plug, her eyes never leaving his, a silent challenge that sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

On the night of the party, the mansion was alive with the sounds of laughter and music. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and sex. Helen strutted in, her gold camisole dress leaving nothing to the imagination. The other wives looked stunning, their bodies displayed like works of art for the men to bid on. Mike felt a strange mix of pride and fear as he watched her confidently take her place on the makeshift auction block.

Big Daddy’s other partners were dressed to the nines as well, each one a testament to their own unique brand of sexuality. Some wore bosque that barely covered their breasts, while others had on chemises that fluttered as they walked, revealing glimpses of their bare pussies. The babydolls were a popular choice, their short skirts and low-cut tops leaving little room for doubt about what lay beneath. But what truly set the scene ablaze was the absence of panties. It was as if a silent agreement had been made among the women; their most intimate parts were on full display for the taking, a tantalizing promise of the evening’s debauchery.

Mike noticed Quinshay moving among the crowd, her eyes scanning the room like a predator seeking its prey. She was dressed in a skintight red dress that clung to her voluptuous curves like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her dark skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, making her look like a goddess of lust. Her eyes met Mike’s briefly, and she gave him a knowing smile before moving on.

Mike couldn’t help but follow her with his gaze as she approached the first hotwife, Mrs. Maud Shelton, a gorgeous brunette with a set of tits that could make any man’s mouth water. Quinshay leaned in close, whispering something in Mrs. Shelton’s ear that made her giggle and blush. Then, with a grace that belied the explicitness of her actions, she reached beneath the brunette’s dress and gave her pussy a quick, sneaky check. Mrs. Shelton’s eyes widened in surprise before she leaned into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Quinshay’s hand didn’t stop there, though. She continued to explore, her slender fingers disappearing under the fabric of Mrs. Shelton’s dress to probe the woman’s asshole. The crowd around them was thick with anticipation, the air electric with the scent of lust. Mike felt his heart race as he watched Quinshay’s hand move expertly, her thumb circling the tight ring of muscle before sliding a finger inside, checking Mrs. Shelton’s readiness for the night’s festivities.

Mr. Shelton looked on with a smug grin, his hand casually resting on his wife’s hip as if to claim her. “Oh, she’s more than ready,” he boasted, his eyes never leaving Quinshay’s hand as it worked its magic on his wife’s body. Mrs. Shelton bit her lip, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as Quinshay’s digit moved in and out of her, prepping her for the evening ahead.

The crowd around them murmured their approval, a symphony of depraved whispers that grew louder as Quinshay withdrew her hand and held up her fingers, glistening with Mrs. Shelton’s arousal. “See?” she said, her voice like a siren’s call. “No hiding spots here.”

Mike couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene, his own desires burning like a wildfire. Just as he was about to approach them, he saw Quinshay turn to Mrs. Pauline Reynolds, a statuesque blonde with an ass that could make any man drop to his knees. She was dressed in a black silk corset that highlighted her voluptuous figure, her husband, Mr. Reynolds, standing proudly beside her. Quinshay leaned in, her voice a seductive purr as she whispered something in Mrs. Reynolds’ ear. The woman’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

With a grace that seemed almost predatory, Quinshay reached beneath Mrs. Reynolds’ skirt, her fingers delving into her wet folds. Mike could see the woman’s legs quiver as Quinshay’s touch grew bolder. Then, with a deftness that spoke of much practice, Quinshay’s hand moved around to her backside, her fingers slipping into the woman’s tight anus. Mike watched, his breath caught in his throat, as Quinshay checked her readiness, her eyes never leaving Mr. Reynolds’ face.

Mr. Reynolds leaned in, his voice low and smug. “My wife has been preparing herself,” he said, his eyes glinting with pride. “With the biggest dildo she could handle. She’s ready for whatever Big Daddy has in store for her tonight.” A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd, the men exchanging knowing nods and the women casting envious glances. Mike felt a strange mix of pride and possessiveness, his mother’s own preparations fresh in his mind.