Living With Mom

[Erotica_King]

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Chapter 3: Jamaican Calypso

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the living room in a warm orange glow as Dominic and his Jamaican friends strolled through the door. They were all smiles and laughter, carrying an air of mischief with them.



"Hey, Mom!" Dominic called out, his voice rich with excitement. "We brought some good company for ya."



Mom looked up from her book, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the group. But she was never one to back down from a challenge, so she put on her most welcoming smile and gestured for them to join her on the couch.



"Come on in, boys," she said, trying to maintain a casual tone despite the nerves bubbling beneath the surface. "Let's have a drink, shall we?"



They all settled into the living room, passing around bottles of rum and joints as they laughed and chatted. Mom couldn't help but notice that their eyes lingered on her body more than once, and she knew what they were thinking – could she be persuaded to entertain them tonight?



"Hey, Mom," one of Dominic's friends said after a while, his voice slurred from the alcohol and smoke. "How about you show us a little dance?"



Her heart skipped a beat as she hesitated, but she couldn't help the thrill that coursed through her veins. The thought of dancing for these men, of being the center of their attention, made her feel alive. So she took a deep breath, stood up, and kicked off her shoes, revealing a pair of red stilettos that had been hidden beneath her jeans.



"Alright, boys," she said, stepping onto the coffee table in front of them. "You asked for it."



Dominic grinned, pulling out his phone and queuing up a sultry saxophone track that soon filled the room. Mom closed her eyes and let the music wash over her, allowing her body to move in time with the rhythm. She started slow, her hips swaying gently as she unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the ground.



The men watched intently, their eyes tracking her every movement as she continued to dance. Mom could feel the heat of their gazes on her skin, and it fueled her performance. She twirled around, the hem of her skirt flaring out as she showed off her toned legs. The red heels clicked loudly against the tabletop, adding an extra layer of seduction to the scene.



"Damn, Mom," Dominic murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "You really know how to put on a show."



Her confidence grew with each article of clothing she discarded, and soon she was down to just her lacy black panties. With one final flourish, she slid them down her legs and tossed them through the air – landing squarely on Dominic's face.



"Enjoy the show?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes shining with mischief as the saxophone track faded away.







The laughter echoed through the room as Dominic's friend continued to play back the video of Mom's strip dance on his phone. Her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and pride, but she made no move to cover herself up. Instead, she sat there among the group, her nakedness standing out in stark contrast to their fully clothed forms.



"Man, that was something else," one of Dominic's friends commented, shaking his head in disbelief. "You sure know how to entertain."



"Can't argue with that," Mom replied, trying to sound confident even as her heart raced. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would they be satisfied with just the dance? Or did they have something else in mind?



"Alright, boys," Dominic said, standing up and motioning for two of his friends to join him. "Time to kick things up a notch."



Without any warning, Dominic and his friends scooped her up, each man gripping one of her limbs firmly. She felt a thrilling mix of vulnerability and excitement coursing through her veins as they carried her towards the bedroom. Their laughter filled her ears, drowning out her own racing thoughts.



"Guys, where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.



"To the bedroom, of course," Dominic replied, grinning wickedly. "Got a little surprise for you."



"Three surprises, actually," another friend chimed in, winking at her.



Her heart pounded in her chest as they reached the bedroom door and locked it behind them. What were they planning? Was she really about to take on three men at once? And if so, could she handle it? Despite her doubts, she couldn't deny the rush of anticipation that surged through her body at the thought.




My heart raced as I found myself near the hole, my eyes widening at the intense scene unfolding before me. Sweat dripped down my forehead and my breath caught in my throat.



"Please!" she cried out, her voice trembling with desperation and confusion. "I can't... I don't know who to satisfy first!"



"Relax, babe," one of them said with a devilish grin, gripping her thigh firmly. "You're gonna love this."



"Focus on me!" another demanded, his eyes burning with lustful impatience.



In that moment, my thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions – shock, disbelief, and a strange, perverse curiosity. Was this really happening?



As they pulled her legs apart, she let out a gasp, her body tensing up in anticipation. I could see the fear and vulnerability in her eyes, but there was also an underlying excitement – an undeniable need to be used by all of them simultaneously.



"Open wide," the third man ordered, straddling her face and positioning himself above her. She hesitated for a moment before complying, her lips parting slightly to accept him. As he slid deeper into her throat, she gagged, tears streaming down her cheeks. But she didn't stop; she couldn't stop.



"Can you handle us all?" the first man taunted, pushing himself inside her as well.



"God, yes," she managed to choke out between thrusts, her body quivering with pleasure and submission. "Please, use me... I need this."



"Damn right you do," the second man growled, joining the others in their relentless pursuit of satisfaction.



I couldn't tear my gaze away from the spectacle, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Part of me wanted to turn away, disgusted by the raw, animalistic nature of it all. But another part of me couldn't help but watch in fascination, my own desires and needs bubbling to the surface.



"Is this what I want?" I thought to myself. "Do I crave this kind of control, this primal exchange of power?"



As I continued to watch, the scene before me blurring into a haze of moans, gasps, and desperate pleas for more, I knew one thing for certain – this was a moment that would change me forever.







The room was thick with sweat and the scent of sex, every inch of it permeated by the grunts and groans of exertion. Mom lay sprawled on the floor, her body a canvas of desire – wet, sticky, and naked.



"Take it," one of the men snarled as they continued to use her, their roughness fueled by their own uncontrollable lust. "You're just a cum dump for us now."



I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the scene unfold before me. What had started as an exploration of desire had quickly escalated into something far more primal, more raw. And yet, despite the violence, the degradation and humiliation, I couldn't look away.



"Please," mom gasped, her voice broken and desperate. "Enough... I can't... I can't take any more..."



"Shut up!" another man barked, his hand gripping her hair tightly as he forced himself deeper inside her. "We'll be done when we say we're done."



"Maybe she needs a little incentive," the first man suggested, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Let's give her a taste of what's to come."



My mind raced, torn between the horror of what I was witnessing and the dark, twisted part of me that wanted to see where this would go. As the men finished their brutal assault, leaving her covered in their cum, I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and fear.



"Remember your place," one of them hissed as they left the room, leaving mom lying there, battered and spent.



"Is this what it means to submit?" I wondered, staring at the aftermath of the carnage. "To be so utterly consumed by desire that you'd willingly subject yourself to such treatment?"



I knew I couldn't forget what I'd seen, that it would haunt me for the rest of my days. But as I stood there, my body trembling with a mixture of lust and terror, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, I was meant to be a part of this dark world.