by Lexi Hots
But, regardless of their appearance, one thing was certain when speaking of the mothers of Maple Street (aside from their extreme horniness) – they were creatures of pure sex appeal and endless seduction. The kind of head-turning sexpots that could not only stop traffic, but cause a 52 car pile-up... on the weekend. Their mature bodies had been responsible for more neck-cranks than a ring of professional wrestlers.
However, because they were mothers, and mothers living on Maple Street at that... the women were forced to curb their scandalous cravings. For years on end now, it had been a torturous attempt to remain presentable and up-standing. The moms had spent countless nights in agony, trying to combat the endless lust and sexual yearning they experienced.
It was the standard story. Once children are born, the sex life between a man and woman diminish – and the little kids begin to steal your time away, little by little, bit by bit. And while the mothers enjoyed their precious babies, it did not come without a cost. But, there was something new on the horizon for the mothers of Maple Street...
For today was a special day, a very special day indeed. It was exactly one month since all their children, the young boys and girls, had graduated from high school. All the mothers had watched those same precious little babies walk across the stage and grab that little slip of paper to commemorate the event. But, the horny mothers were more overjoyed by another piece of paper.
The paper of consent!
You see, each and every boy and girl of theirs had only just recently celebrated their 18th birthday. Young John, Johnny as they called him, was the latest to reach this milestone. A robust and athletic man, but rather on the shy side. He preferred keeping to himself. A bit on the nervous, and uneasy side you might say. He'd never kissed a girl, much less even held the hand of one, let alone actually dated a comely lass! But, his 18th birthday marked the last of the young men and women on Maple Street to pass into the age of adulthood.
It was just the day these horny, beautiful mothers had been waiting for...
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Margo sat at the table, surrounded by all her gorgeous friends – the mothers of Maple Street. She allowed her hand to rest on the smooth top, slowly inching its way toward the wooden fruit bowl at the center of the table. The one filled with those folded sheets of paper.
That sensuous smile hadn't left her face, not even for a moment. The other women stared on, eyes ablaze with eager anticipation, willing her to reach out and snatch one!
And here Margo's hand lifted into the air, moving ever close to the rim, but in a quick blur of motion she had waved away the idea.
“No,” she giggled. “I don't think it should be me first, should it?”
“Yes, of course!” One of the big-breasted moms nodded.
“Yeah! It was your idea in the first place, Margo,” another chimed in.
“Hey, that's right!” The others nodded in unison, looking around the room to gather support to the thought.
The idea they spoke of... was a naughty notion indeed – one which Margo did propose to the group of mothers on Maple Street. She, being one of the many unfulfilled housewives, had taken it upon herself to plan out a way to satisfy her delectable, dirty fantasies. While others may have been content to sit and let things be, Margo was no such lady! She was a mature woman with a strong will and a go-getter attitude. With her motherly duties now set aside, or greatly reduced as the case was, time had become increasingly available. This, as is well known, will allow the filthy mind to wander to every debauched and depraved corner of the brain!
Now, imagine a sex-starved woman who has been unfilled for years... picture such a horny, hot and hungry lady on the loose! The damage she could cause!
But, it was not damage that Margo had on the mind. It was more salacious than that, much more so in fact. The older woman began to piece together the wanton scenario a short while ago. One she managed to plot and plan in a single day, on a lazy and tempting sunday. Left alone to her own devices, the naughty mother devised a little lewd game for the mothers of Maple Street. It was this game which brought them together on this very day, in fact. The neighborhood moms, upon hearing the idea, had taken her up on the offer at once. It was that tantalizing! Truly irresistible! They had never heard of such a kinky and taboo game... yet this is exactly what drew them in!
The forbidden nature of it all...
You see, the full-figured Margo had always possessed a bit of a sweet tooth. A longing for the young ones, you might say. As she grew older in years, her desire for young, hot, untouched men and women only increased in intensity! She loved fantasizing about those virgin bodies... thinking of all the things she could teach and instruct them in. How magical and sexy it would be to take their most prized possession – that alluring purity.
To touch those nubile girls and those athletic boys in lewd and sensuous ways, all for the first time. The idea had weighed heavily on her mind for quite some time. But, it was the motherly duty that prevented her from straying. Since graduation though, all of that suddenly changed. She was free to explore and wander, to clamor and claw after her goal! And so she did... taking out a scrap of paper and jotting down her sordid idea. It was such an enticing notion, it really was! The way Margo had bit down lightly on her tongue, the one sticking out the side of her mouth, as she wrote the rules and whatnot of the game. She couldn't wait to tell all the girls about it...
How she had held the paper high and triumphantly in the air, reading it over again and again, making sure each rule and standard was set to perfection. It needed to be a flawless plan – and so it was! Margo danced about her bedroom, flitting in and out of the sunlight that shone in through the windows, picturing the nasty, filthy outcome of this little venture – all with that characteristic sinister smile of hers. That one with those plump, full lips being pulled to one side of her mouth as if she knew of something very important and arousing that was going to take place. An irresistible expression to all who witnessed its beauty.
Sadly, this smile had been hidden away for years and years. It was only on this lonely, yet awe-inspiring sunday that it resurfaced into the world – bigger and lewder than ever! The woman immediately felt her southern lips begin to moisten at the thought of actually partaking in this taboo fantasy. How wonderful and naughty it would all be... Virgins galore!
Prime, untouched cubs waiting to be snatched up by a voracious cougar! The winter had been long and harsh – devoid of any and all hunts, aside from a scrap or two tossed out by the distant husband. But now?
...Now the sun was rising, the horizon was alight with new and vibrant and hopeful rays of carnality! Margo was on the verge of a revelation. She felt it in every lewd inch of her body. The seductive, all-consuming thoughts.
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And now she had the paper! This fool-proof plan to see her raunchy dreams realized. The time was right, the season had changed, and now she, and all the mothers of Maple Street, would feed – they would eat and eat to their heart's content. Devouring the young, virginal cubs.
And with that, Margo had called the girls together for an emergency meeting of sorts. A little get-together to discuss her ploy. Only an hour or so ago, the mature Margo had extracted the paper from her hand and slid it across the table – watching as all the mothers looked on with rapt attention, wondering just why the usually calm and reserved Margo would invite them to convene in such a rush.
Margo let the sheet sit there for a moment, just resting on the table with a bit of light shining on a single corner. She waited and waited. Until one of the mothers, a woman equipped with a sizable and tempting ass, decided to clear her throat.
“Yes?” She asked.
It was just the response Margo had been waiting for. Her teasing, taunting ways were still as sharp as ever.
And here that sly, sinister smile swept over her face once more.
“Ladies,” she began, “I know we've all been having problems these last few years. Big and di
rty problems...”
“Mmhmm!” The women nodded in agreement, recalling all the wasted time of their past. The dusty, unused nether regions.
“Well dears,” Margo continued. “On this little piece of paper, I have a game for us to play. A rather unusual game.”
“Oh? What kind?” A petite mother asked.
“One that will solve all our problems,” and here Margo nodded down at the woman's groin, as if signaling something of grave and obvious import.
“Do tell!” The small woman blurted without hesitation.
“Yes, go right on and tell us, Margo!” The others cried out, already feeling the wave of excitement rushing down to their nether regions – for the women had been so restricted, so constrained, that even the slightest hinting of sex (in any form) brought about tremendous, moist effects to their lady bits. Like a feather running lightly along the skin, it was an itch that had to be scratched.
Each woman leaned in, circling around the table like hogs at the trough. With their interests peaked, it was time for Margo to unveil the salacious story. She reached out, taking hold of the paper, and slowly unfolded it. The sharp crinkle sounds being the only audible noise as the girls awaited whatever this monumental occasion held. They were certain it would be unforgettable. Not a single woman breathed or moved – the large bosoms remained still, and the bubble butts stationary.
“Ahem,” Margo cleared her throat, raising the paper up. “Ladies, it has come to my attention, just recently, that all of our children have now graduated high school. Yes, yes, I know... You are all very well of this fact, I am sure. But, what you may have overlooked is that each of our children are all over the age of 18 now... Remember, Ellen? Your little Johnny just had his birthday right here recently, didn't he?”
“Mm, yes he did...” Ellen confirmed, still unsure what this had to do with Margo's plan.
“Well then, ladies,” Margo paused, waiting for her cue to continue.
“Yes!” The women questioned. It was just what she needed to hear. A desperate cry for answers.
“Well then, ladies... Don't you see it already? All over 18... all our young men and women have come of age.”
She spoke those last words slowly and gracefully, making sure to drive home the point. And here, a few of the women began to nod their heads in a knowing fashion – while others scrunched their eyebrows, still not grasping the implied dirty concept.
“You are all well aware of my, uh, desire for the young, tempting things in life,” Margo commented. “I think this presents us with a very intriguing and all the more satisfying scenario.”
“You mean...” One of the mothers paused. “You want to... our?”
“Yes,” Margo nodded. “That's exactly what I want. I haven't been fulfilled, much less filled at all in years! I'm dying for some action between these rusty thighs! I know you girls are too. We've all been harping about it for a long time now.”
A murmur echoed out over the gathering. Heads began to nod and lips began to draw in as they all, each and every one of them, concurred with the sentiment.
“We already know our kids are virgins – well, so far as we can tell! They're all good students and pleasant children, aren't they? None of those dirty little whores,” Margo laughed. “We all trust each other, don't we?”
“Yes, yes we do,” the women replied after a moment of thought, still reeling from the proposed idea.
“So then... what is your game Margo?”
“Well, it's really quite simple. We all have adult children now. Pretty things, the lot of them. Now they're out of school with not a lot to do, and much to experience in the world. What I propose is... and hold onto your hats here, girls! I propose that we deflower each others kids!”
There, she had said it. The words shot out of her mouth as if fired from a cannon. The idea had been growing so intensely inside her, it couldn't be helped. Her enthusiasm was palpable, unquenchable. All the other mothers could sense her excitement. The way she had lifted up high in her chair, jutting those spectacular breasts forward when speaking the dirty proposition. And they, each and every one of the mothers of Maple Street, all felt a sudden surge of life flow into their naughty bits. The dry slits began to moisten as they envisioned a young cock plunging into their depths, or pleasuring an untouched pussy with a tongue and finger.
“Let's do it!” A plump mother shouted, breaking the fanciful silence.
“I say yes, too!”
“I'm game!”
“Yeah, all of us too, Margo!” A few more shouted – until every mother in the room had given her explicit and vocal consent to participate. The extreme horniness they experienced was more than enough to convince the mature women that it was a good idea. What better tasty treat in life was there, than that of teaching a young virgin about the lusty birds and filthy bees?
Margo smiled broadly, that sinister expression she was so fond of making. The first step had been completed. With all the mothers engaged in the idea, there was but one thing left to do...
“But Margo, how do we play? How does it work?”
“Simple,” she replied, feeling quite proud of herself for having gone this far already. “We each write down the name of our kid on a piece of paper. Then fold it up and place it into this fruit bowl here on the table. We then take turns drawing names – each cougar chooses her cub!”
“But...” One mother paused.
“Yes, of course!” Margo laughed, her breasts shaking visibly. “No one can select their own child! You silly little pervert! You choose a name until picking a child belonging to another mother. And after that... you must go and deflower the young, sexy thing.”
“So then, we're taking turns?” Ellen asked, already fantasizing about the young girl who lived across the road. A nerdy kind of lass. One of those bookworm types with a cute body and irresistible charm.
“Exactly,” Margo nodded. “One of us picks a name, and then the next and so on. The game is to see who can deflower the young one... the fastest! We choose one name at a time, ladies. One mother at a time!”
“That means...” A vulpine mom began.
“Yes,” Margo said, “Once a mother has selected her cub, we must wait for her to finish or admit defeat.”
“What if it takes too long?”
“A great point,” the sexy Margo smiled. “Which is why I have instated a time limit on these little dalliances. Each cougar will have exactly 7 days from the time she chooses her cub. That is 7 days to find, seduce, and fuck the young thing.”
“Oooh!” The mothers all replied in unison, a massive wave of eagerness stemming from the emphasized fuck. It hadn't seemed real until hearing that single sound. Fuck. It drove home the dirty, debauched point. They would be fucking the children belonging to the mothers they had known for years. Close, dear friends. Young men and women they had watched grow up and blossom into sexy young adults.
The thought of fucking these creatures proved terribly enticing!
“Who goes first!” One mother cried out without hesitation.
Their sexual bits had been deprived for far too long, indeed. The women were hungry, starving sexpots. Cooped up in the house all day... devoid of all carnal pleasures. You had better believe they were dying to begin.
“I'll get the paper!” Another shouted.
And with that, a moment later all of the women had written down the name of their young son or daughter and placed them into the fruit bowl – which was now quite full of untouched applicants.
“But... who goes first?”
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“The all important question,” a tall mother, Miss Hex, laughed aloud.
And indeed it was. Thus, they had arrived at the first of the crucial steps. All eyes scanned the room in silence, not wanting to voice an opinion or be the first to shout their own name. It would look far too greedy and immature – yet, on the inside, every woman hoped and prayed to hear their own name called out to be the maiden voyage. Captain on the lu
sty ship to untold pleasures!
“Well, why not Margo? It was her idea after all,” said a mother at last.
“Yes, that is a good idea!” A few others agreed.
It sounded pleasant enough, and Margo certainly felt her naughty bits react heavily to the suggestion. There was already a damp spot formed on her panties, and a yearning in her slit. Her mind had long been filled with ideas of who she would like to have – the young and studly cubs were her favorite. She liked the athletic young men. Broad shoulders and toned stomachs. The kind of bodies only guys of that age could possess, not having reached the full ripeness of maturity, but well on their way! Margo loved knowing a real man's body was waiting to be brought to the surface. Mmm... she cherished this stage most, just before they turned to true adults.
