About six months ago my wife Nora went up to visit our daughter at college for a weekend. Originally we were both supposed to go, but there was a last-minute emergency at my business, and I was forced to stay behind while my wife drove up alone. When she returned two days later, she was looking a little guilty, and she said she had something to tell me. Leading me up to the bedroom, she began her story.
Nora and Kate, our daughter, have always been close—more like sisters in some ways than like mother and daughter, despite the 22-year age difference between them. When Nora arrived she met Kate at her sorority house. Nora had, as it happened, been a member of the same sorority back when she was in college, and as a former member she was welcomed and made much of by all the girls. She found herself being treated more like a contemporary than like an older woman, which she found quite flattering.
After chatting for a while, Kate suggested that Nora go with them to a party they planned to attend that night at a fraternity house. Nora scoffed at the notion at first, saying nobody would want an old woman like her at such a party, but the other girls joined in persuading her, and she finally agreed.
Once Nora had given in, the subject of her wardrobe came up. Nora would have been content to go in what she was wearing, but the others wouldn’t hear of it. One of the girls had a build similar to my wife’s—short but slender, with large breasts. They went through her clothing, finally coming up with a low-cut top and a miniskirt that Nora would ordinarily never have thought of wearing. When she tried it on she couldn’t believe how much of her breasts and legs it showed off. She tried telling the girls that it was much too revealing, but they were all enthusiastic about it, telling her she looked stunning. Not wanting to seem like an old prude, she again went along with them in the end.
When it was time for them to dress for the party, Nora noticed that a number of the girls, including Kate, had a small tattoo on their lower backs—what they call a “tramp stamp.” The tattoo consisted of the letters “FNFF.” When she asked what it meant, Kate told her it had to do with a new tradition the sorority had come up with since Nora’s day, and that she would explain it to her later.
When they got to the fraternity house, Nora was surprised at the amount of attention she received from nearly all the young men she encountered. They saw to it that her glass was never empty, and pretty soon she was relaxing and partying like she had back in her college days. She lost track of Kate and the other girls, but she didn’t mind, as a number of the fraternity brothers asked her to dance. As she was passed around from guy to guy their hands became progressively more familiar with her body, until she was being fairly openly groped.
At one point two particularly handsome guys drew her into a dark corner, where they sandwiched her between them. They then began to grind their bodies against hers, getting her very hot and bothered. She was so aroused that she was only vaguely aware of her skirt being pulled up until it was around her waist while the guys ground their crotches into her, front and back. She knew she should tell them to stop, but instead she just kept going with the flow.
After a minute the guy in front of her pulled back slightly, but the one behind her made up for it by pressing her tightly against him. When the first one pushed forward again, she felt something long and hard rubbing against her crotch. She looked down to see that he had released his cock and was brushing it against her. She could only stare as he pulled the crotch of her panties aside, then bent a bit at the knees and shoved himself inside her, making her gasp. His fingers dug tightly into her bottom as he started thrusting into her, while the guy behind her clamped onto her tits just as hard.
Nora couldn’t believe it. While she had been a bit wild in college, she had never done anything like getting fucked in a room full of people! Despite this, she found herself becoming more aroused by the minute, and she couldn’t stop herself from coming when her partner filled her with his sperm.
He had barely pulled out of her pussy when the one behind her spun her around, lifted her up by the ass, and impaled her on his own manhood. Instinctively she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pinned her against the wall and really began giving it to her. He was bigger than the first guy, and she heard herself making little sounds of passion as he fucked her. It was at that point she noticed that a crowd had gathered around them and was urging them on. This somehow made her even hotter, and she had three climaxes before the guy finally shot his load inside her.
Nora was barely on her feet again when she found herself being escorted through the crowd. She was dimly aware that her clothing was being stripped from her, so that when she made it to the center of the room she was completely naked. But she was not the only one. There were half a dozen girls and about three times as many guys, all of them nude, and engaged in what could only be described as an orgy.
My wife was put on her hands and knees next to a girl who was in a similar position and getting it from both ends. It took her a moment to realize that the girl was Kate. Kate looked over at her, removed the cock from her mouth and asked, “Enjoying the party?”
Before Nora could answer someone mounted her from behind, making her moan. “I guess so,” Kate commented, and returned to sucking cock.
When one of the guys wagged his cock at Nora, she hardly hesitated before taking it in her mouth, emulating her daughter.
From that point on it was non-stop fucking. Nora and Kate seemed to be the focus of most of the attention, all the guys proclaiming that they wanted to nail the “mother and daughter team.” Judging by the number of cocks she ended up taking on, Nora figured that most of them probably did.
She lost track of time as the world faded into one orgasm after another, until at some point she simply passed out. Eventually she was shaken awake by Kate. Most of the other participants had also fallen asleep by then, or were too fucked out to move. Kate helped her mother to her feet and led her deeper into the frat house until they came to a bedroom. Kate explained that it was her boyfriend’s room, and the two of them fell asleep on the bed.
Some time later Nora found herself awakened by the sensation of a very large cock entering her pussy. She opened her eyes to find a tall, handsome man on top of her. He smiled at her and explained that he was Luke, Kate’s boyfriend. He told her that they had actually been introduced the night before, but that Nora had been so busy sucking cock that she might not remember. Nora looked over then to see Kate still sleeping next to her.
Once Luke got his huge cock all the way inside my wife he started fucking away. Nora had never had one so large, and it worked its magic as she came again and again. He started pounding her so hard that the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall, and Nora was screaming and coming still more powerfully, until Luke finally grunted and filled her with a healthy dose of his seed.
All this had awakened Kate, who was now smiling at her mother. “I see Luke has given you his patented wake-up call,” she said. “Better than some old alarm clock, isn’t it?”
Kate then proceeded to suck on Luke’s cock until he was hard again, after which she got a ride of her own, which she seemed to enjoy every bit as much as Nora had. When it was over, mother and daughter headed for the shower to get cleaned up. They had just gotten lathered up when Luke joined them and suggested he help them wash their backs. With the help of a handy bottle of lotion he also fucked them both up the ass, eventually depositing his lusty load in my wife’s backside.
It was noon when they finally left the frat house, and the afternoon was given over to more normal mother-daughter activities, such as lunch and shopping. When evening rolled around, Kate told Nora she wanted to take her to a special place. It turned out to be a tattoo parlor. Kate then explained that her “FNFF” tattoo stood for the “Friday Night Fuck Fest,” which Nora had just taken part in, and that it was now Nora’s turn to uphold the tradition by having one put on her.
At that point Nora turned around, pulling down her skirt and panties to show me her new tattoo. She said that by then she had already decided to tell me everything anyway, and besides, the idea of her and Kate having matching tattoos appealed to her.
I thought that would be the end of her story, but it wasn’t. After she’d gotten the tattoo, Kate had suggested they get it broken in. They ended up going to another party, this one not in a frat house but at a private home, which meant that they only got fucked by four or five guys each.
Before Nora left the next morning Luke gave her a good-bye fuck, and she drove back home with his sperm still trickling out of her pussy.
But even that wasn’t all my wife had to tell me. Nora took a deep breath, as though nerving herself for what she was going to say. And then she said it. She said that now that she had participated in the Friday night gang bang, and was a member of the club, so to speak, she was practically obligated to show up for more. Didn’t I think so?
It was obvious that she was pretty anxious about what I was going to say, and I didn’t keep her in suspense. I unzipped my fly and showed her my hard and throbbing cock, the result of the things she had just been telling me. Then I told her that she could go back there as much as she wanted, as long as she continued to tell me all about it. She was so delighted that she fucked me on the spot.
Since then Nora has been going back to see Kate every Friday, and staying for the weekend. Kate is due to graduate in another year, but I suspect my horny wife will just keep going anyway. She’s that dedicated!
—S.L., Winston-Salem, North Carolina