Richie's Mom
Copyright© 2026 by cv andrews
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - "My mom's got a crush on you." That's what my best friend Richie said one night when we were just hanging out in my back yard. "Davey, my mother's got a serious crush on you” Of course I was sure he was just clowning around, fucking with me just for the heck of it. I mean, sure, I'd known Richie's mom for ages, since we were seven and in the second grade, and yeah, she's real cute and I've seen her in a bikini and she's got a great body and stuff. But, c'mon – Richie's mom...?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Fisting Oral Sex Squirting Teacher/Student
When we got home we treated ourselves to a long, slow shower together, not because we had gotten so sweaty (the Conners’ rec room was very comfortable, in fact), but to help us unwind from the excitement that our brains were still vibrating from.
After we showered we slipped into bed, intending to surrender to sleep.
Instead, we fucked like bunnies. Then we fell asleep.
~ ~ ~
“I saw you with your mother last night.”
Ummm?
“It looked like you two were sharing a lovely mother-son hug.” And before I could say anything – like a denial, for instance – Carole said, “In fact, it looked like you were enjoying it – a lot.” And the way she said it, I knew there was no way I was going to weasel out of it, my “inappropriate” response to my attractive Mom’s nude hug.
Or was it was an entirely appropriate response to being hugged by a sexy, naked woman?
What could I say?
But I didn’t have to say anything, because Carole kept on taunting me.
“And it looked like the response that your Mom was hoping for.”
Yes, I kinda had that thought, too. She went on,
“In fact, I thought for a second that she was going to drop to her knees and gobble your cock right then and there.” But before I could react to this (more feeble denials?) she said, “And you know, your Dad was standing to the side, watching it all – watching you two.
“And you know what else? I think he wanted that, David – I think your Dad wants to see you and your Mom together...
“ ... or maybe all three of you.
“I know Ginni, and I’m pretty sure – in fact, I’m absolutely certain – that she’d love to have both of you inside her at the same time.”
C’mon – both of us inside my Mom? That’s crazy...
And then I remembered last night, and Ed Conner and my Dad both inside Val Conner, DPing her, pussy and ass.
And then in one of the earlier videos, when Val was getting DPd by Ed and her son Ted.
Just like Carole is imagining with me and my Mom and Dad...
~ ~ ~
“You’re still trying to understand your mom and dad, aren’t you, David – how two average, ordinary parents could ever do ... what you watched them doing last night and in the videos.”
I struggled to find an answer to Carole’s insightful, entirely reasonable statement-question. I couldn’t. She went on.
“Your parents and I have known each other since you and Richard became friends. And over the years, especially since Richard’s father died, your Mom and I have gotten to be fairly close. And shortly after we had that talk, when she told me she understood what I was going through and what she thought might help me with what I was feeling, she explained that sex is very important to your dad and her. And by ‘important,’ I don’t mean ‘important to their relationship’ – I mean important to each of them.
“She told me that when they were dating and it became obvious that they were serious about each other, she explained that she and your Dad agreed that they both liked sex and if they had opportunities to have sex with other people, that they could. The one cardinal rule was that they always did it together. That was the important part – the together part.
“And like you’ve seen in the videos and like you saw last night, they like sex, and they like sex with a variety of partners. And there don’t seem to be many limits to what they’re willing to do, or who they’ll do it with.”
I didn’t have to say or answer anything. Still, she gave me time to absorb the things she’d just told me about Mom and Dad.
Then she said, “And there’s more to it, David. When I said that they didn’t have many limits as to what or who they have sex with ... well, David ... that includes you.”
That, she gave me time to think about it. It sounded like Carole had thought about this and how to explain it to me for some time. I decided that the best thing for me to do was to just let her go on with what she was intending to tell me.
“Remember in that video, where you saw your mother and Richard... together...?
Yeah, I remembered – the video where I watched my pal Richie fucking my mother. And I remembered how I felt about it. Or to be completely honest, how I felt when I saw my Mom fucking Richie. And I remembered – I felt forty percent pissed at Richie for thinking that he could fuck my Mom...
... and sixty percent incredibly turned-on.
And I didn’t have to explain this to Carole. She knew.
“Well, we talked the next day and she confided something to me. She said that she enjoyed fucking Richard – by the way, it wasn’t me who got Richard ... involved ... with... – it was Van and her family that got him involved and started with the group ... the group fucking.
“Anyway, she said that she really enjoyed fucking Richard but confided that while they were doing it, that her mind kept imagining what it would be like if it was you instead of Richard. That she was fucking then.”
She gave me time to process what she’d just told me.
“Yes, David, your mother – your very sexy mother – has thoughts about her son fucking her.
“So tell me, David – how do you feel about that?”
I could go into some long-winded moral-philosophical discussion about all the issues – all the pro’s and con’s. But in fact, I already knew:
Forty percent sickened...
... and sixty percent incredibly excited!
But Carole knew that aleady.
~ ~ ~
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking.
It can’t be as easy...
It can’t be as easy as Davey says it is.
There’s no way that he’s taking all this group shit as easily as he claims he is.
Well, it is that easy.
And it isn’t.
Like I told you, after all the strange years with Richie’s dad and then his death Carole could have gone the “normal” route and dated a bunch of guys. And by “dated” I mean, “screwed around.” Maybe even recklessly, maybe with guys who could have gotten her into risky or weird shit. I even heard of one girl in college who was dating this older rich guy until he started taking her to adult theaters and letting other men – and women – fuck her and make her service glory holes. Instead Carole was lucky enough to have friends who knew her and cared for her and took her into their group. Friends like the Conners and my parents.
And I could accept that – even be grateful that they took her in and cared for her like they did.
But how about now? The times with Richie’s dad and his death are in the past. Now there’s me. There’s us. How do I feel about Carole, wanting to continue with the ... with whatever the fuck this is – with the group stuff with my parents and the Conners? And wanting to get me involved, too?
Well, that isn’t strictly true. She explained – well, not actually explained – she had me see, and then gave me the choice: Did – do – I want to get involved – to participate – in the kinds of stuff that I saw in the videos?
And the choice was mine – still is, in fact. But how much of a “choice” do I really have? I could say no – that stuff isn’t for me. Or I could even ask Carole to stop ... participating – although I would hate to do that – ordering Carole to stop doing something that is, or at least has been, very meaningful to her. I’d hate to do that. Demanding that your partner stop doing something isn’t a recipe for a great relationship going forward.
But then there’s the other thing.
It’s exciting.
Yeah, I got turned-on, big-time, watching the videos of good-looking people fucking and sucking. Even my Mom and Dad. Even Carole. And the one time I went, with Carole, I felt it. Yeah, I was kind of insecure and nervous, but I was also really turned-on. I got hard and I stayed hard. And watching Val Conner and even my Mom made me that much hotter for Carole. And Carole seemed more excited, more frantic, when we were fucking.
And then there was the sex when we got back home that night.
So, yeah, if I’m going to be honest about it maybe I would like to fuck Val Conner...
... and her daughter Van...
... and my Mom? Mom or not, since I saw her take off her gown in that very first video I find that I’m thinking of my Mom in whole other ways...
I mean, it looks like Val Conner and her son Ted sure enjoy fucking.
Heck, if I end up fucking Mom, Carole might even be there right next to us...
~ ~ ~
“I’m glad that we can spend some time together this evening, David.”
That’s what Mrs. Conner – Val – said to me two weeks later, when we were at my folks’ house in the basement rec room, some people already paired-off – or more.
And the way she said it, there wasn’t any snarky insinuation or sexual innuendo – it was more like she was just really glad that we get to spend some time together this evening, like just talking, getting to know each other.
But of course, that isn’t how we’ll be “spending some time together” this evening, is it? Carole and I discussed it several times this past week, and she said that if I wanted to go through with... “it” ... then this would be the time. Sooner better than later.
But still, the way Val said it, it didn’t make me feel pressured or anything. She took my arm.
“Carole thought that you might be feeling a little... unsure... about this evening, and, well, about me – you and me.”
Yeah, “unsure” is a very kind way of putting it.
“Well, don’t be, David.” Then she squeezed my arm and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “And besides,” she smiled slyly, “She says that you know how to make a woman feel good in bed,” another smile and wink, “And other places, too.”
She turned her back to me and said, “David, will you please help me off with my dressing gown?” She reached back for my hands and moved them around to her waist and to the silken sash that was holding her gown closed.
With fingers more certain than I was feeling, I undid the knot – actually, it was a bow, and all it needed was a gentle pull on one of the loose ends...
... and I stood there like a ninny. She had to take my hands and move them up to her neckline and give them just the slightest nudge to clue me that I should take the gown in my fingers and lift it off her. Again, I just stood there – she had to take the gown from my hands and toss it over a nearby lounge chair...
She snuggled back against me, so now I’m standing there next to a naked woman – an extremely sexy naked woman – and I’m still so dense that she had to take my hands again and wrap them around her until I finally got the idea.
Val’s a few inches taller than Carole. Her dark blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail (“Keeps is out of the way,” she explained) and I nuzzled my neck and cheek into it, and her curves fit my body nicely.
Finally my hands followed my instincts and moved up and cupped her fine breasts. I guess I was expecting something... maternal – soft, and maybe a little saggy. But no, Val Conner’s breasts were firm, with no sag – well, almost no sag – and with very long nipples. I never noticed them in any of the videos or even the last time here but they must stick out a full inch from her tits, and the whole idea was so exciting that my fingers played with them for a long time...
Or maybe too long – Val had to take my hands off her amazing nipples and slide them down her belly, finally guiding one hand into the place between her legs...
... where my fingers encountered the soft fleshy flaps of her inner lips, which extended well outside her plump labia. And my first thought is “What do these look like!” And my second thought is, “What’s it going to feel like when I finally eat her?”
My fingers were like a kid in a playground, exploring all the unfamiliar sensations of her voluptuous cuntflesh. She wriggled and thrust against my exploring fingers until she finally pushed them away – I guess she didn’t want to risk cumming before ... before we get to other things.
She took my hands and reluctantly moved them away from her lush flesh. She turned to me and asked, “Would you like me to help you off with your robe?”
So here’s this attractive woman (I’ll tell you more later), and she’s standing there totally naked, and I’ve seen her in the videos and the last ... get-together, and it’s obvious that she has a strong sex drive and that she enjoys having it satisfied by a variety of men. But she’s still a mother, and still she feels the need to make a young man – a boy, the same age as her own son and daughter – make him feel comfortable and at ease.
Anyway, without waiting for an answer from me she guided me around, and like I did with her she untied the knot holding my robe closed, then grasped the lapels and guided it over and off my shoulders and tossed it beside hers on the lounge chair...
Then she knelt down and took my still four-fifths limp cock in her mouth. She breathed a warm, moist breath on it and then placed her lips on the tip and held me like that, the tip of my cock resting in the gentle hold of her full, soft lips. Then she proceeded to give me a... loving... blow-job – soft, slow, like she was savoring each and every lick and stroke.
“Mmmm, your cock tastes good, David.
“In fact, the only thing that might make it better would be if it tasted like Carole.”
And when I realized what she was suggesting – that she might want to suck me after I’d fucked Carole...
And I wondered ... are then any limits to this woman’s sex drive? And will I ever be in a position to find out?
After a few minutes of feeling her exquisite lips and mouth and tongue on my cock she did something else that I wasn’t expecting. One of her hands continued gripping my ass and helping drive my cock down her throat, but the other hand began to creep around and I felt her fingertips gently exploring my butt crack, and then deeper...
“Carole said you liked this when you have your cock in her mouth...”
So Carole has actually been giving Val Conner suggestions on what to do when we’re having sex?
“ ... and when your cock is other places, too...”
But after a minute she backed her mouth off my cock.
“Now it’s my turn. Or your turn, I guess.”
She leaned back against the big sectional lounge and spread her legs and pulled me down between them. She guided my face to he slick, shaved pussy and the lush folds of flesh that protruded out past the bigger cunt lips.
Not that she really needed to “guide” me – I’d been thinking about sucking those flaps since I first felt them after she took off her dressing gown.
The only difference was, now they seemed to be more swollen than they were when I first felt them. Oh, fuck – this was so hot! They reminded me of flower petals. Only these flower petals are flesh. And they do smell faintly of flowers, but also, like woman. Like Carole, but also different. I tried to be gentle but I had to keep fighting this urge to suck them all the way into my mouth and chew on them, even swallow them – swallow them the way Val swallowed my cock.
And Val’s hands on my head, guiding me, almost like she was steering me – driving my lips and tongue to where she wanted to be taken next.
“Oh, fuck, David, that’s so good, ” as I slid my tongue up and down her wet slit, then tried to drive it into her and lick her from the inside. Then sucking on her large clit, almost “spanking” it with my tongue, then sucking, even nibbling gently, on those delicate flaps of flesh before digging my tongue into her cunt and starting all over again.
And I must be doing pretty good because Val is squirming under my tongue, thrusting her hips up and mashing my face against her and pulling my tongue deeper into her. I moved my tongue back to her clit...
And that’s when she pushes me back.
“No, don’t make me cum now, David – not until I get to find out what’s been making Carole so happy these past months.”
She reached under my arms and pulled and guided me up her fine body. She opened her legs, and my cock practically fell into her cunt...
And then stopped. For a mature woman with two children and a lot of sex under her belt (I just realized – that a pun – I think), Val Conner is tight.
And she knew it.
“Surprised?”
Not expecting a question, it took me several seconds to come up with a response.
“Yes – but in the good way.”
She smiled. I guess she liked that answer.
“Maybe you can do something to loosen me up...?”
Oh, yeah!
It wasn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with Val. She just naturally seemed to know where I wanted to go and automatically went with me. And once we fell into that rhythm she put her arms around me and pulled me down so our faces met.
And we kissed.
And it wasn’t like any other kiss I’ve had before.
Because this was’t a kiss that was supposed to get two people turned on and maybe fuck. (We passed that a long time ago.)
And it wasn’t a loving kiss, like Carole and I do all the time – because we love each other and want to let the other one know it.
It was the kiss of two people enjoying each other’s bodies and each other’s contact, and this was just one more way to touch and to share that experience.
So we shared our nice, steady rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of the warm, wet channel of Val’s cunt, and the feel of her warm arms around me, holding me to her like she really liked me...
And the words.
“So nice, David – you fuck me so good. I’ve been wanting for us to do this since Carole first told us about you, and how you love so nicely. And now we are, aren’t we, Darling.
“Do you like fucking with me, David? Because I like fucking with you. And it’s not like it is with Carole, is it? That’s something different, something special in its own way. No, this is just us, enjoying how good we can make each other feel, right now. And that’s good, too, isn’t it, David.”
And Val was right.
She knew. She said just the right words.
That it was different from the special feeling I get when Carole and I are fucking, but that this is good in its own way, too.
Like I said, we fell into this nice rhythm that I wouldn’t have thought possible with someone I never had sex with before.
But then when Val wanted certain things to happen she’d give a slight nudge of her hips or some pressure of her arms or legs and that would tell me what to do. Like how a slight tug of her arms let me know that I should move up higher so the top of my cock would rub against her swollen clit. Or a wiggle of her pelvis signaled that she wanted me to rotate my hips so my cock would stretch that tight pussy of hers, touching every place inside of her...
And when she pulled her legs way back and gave my shoulders a slight backward-downward nudge I knew that she wanted me to put my cock in her relaxed butthole that I’d given a few licks to when I was down there eating her lush pussy.
It didn’t surprise me that we’d gotten to this point. I guess it did surprise me that we’d gotten here so soon. I mean, how many guys get anal on the first date?
I was pretty well slicked-up from Val’s juice pussy, and some of those juices must even have dripped down to her asshole because it already felt wet the moment my cock touched her there. Anyhow, I slid in without any problem, but she was still pretty tight – it was an asshole, after all. But then I sensed her clenching, and I looked at her and she was smiling, like “Yeah, if you want to fuck this asshole you’re going to have to work for it!”
So I fucked her, harder than I’d intended to. But apparently that’s what she wanted.
“Yeah, that’s it – fuck my tight little asshole, you big-dicked bastard!”
I’m not sure that I’m any kind of “big-dicked bastard,” but I was sure going to try my best.
Then I felt this clenching inside her. Yeah, Val was tightening her ass, meaning that I’d have to fuck her even harder if I was going to give her what she asked for. I eased off just a little – then slammed into her, actually hitting “bottom.” I heard her “Unghh!” But she didn’t try to escape – just threw her hips up at me, like she was challenging me to try harder.
We went on like this for a couple of minutes, and I was afraid I might be hurting her, except that she matched me thrust for thrust...