Just a Little Fling
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Serena hung on every message that popped onto her phone, as if it were an emergency. Some days she felt like it might as well be. The thirty-eight year old woman loved her husband of nineteen years, Nathan, but… she felt as though he was too caught up in his career to really give her the attention she craved. She needed some excitement in her life. She needed someone who would give her some… special consideration, and that was how she’d gotten caught up in the affair app, Tangler.
 
 
For the moment she was staring at her profile screen while she waited for the next message from YoungBlood69. The picture she’d used was… quite flattering. Her long, wavy brown hair dangled over her shoulders like amber rivers, stopping just over her full, teardrop breasts. Said tatas were barely constrained by her white, lacy bra, which in turn perfectly matched the panties over her child bearing hips. She always liked to believe that her blue eyes were full of intelligence, but for the picture she’d taken from a high angle, she’d let herself go half-lidded. This, combined with the full lipped pout she was giving, made her look almost bimboish. This was the sort of thing young guys were into, she figured. Why try to compete with other women her age, when she knew she could outperform.
 
 
The jingle on her phone tore her away from her self-worship for a moment. Was it… finally the message she’d been waiting for all day?
 
 
[Hehe… You horny slut. I see you’ve been active for the last half hour. What if your husband comes home to see you?] The profile pic besides Youngblood’s DM was a simple silhouette. One of a toned man only a little more than half her age.
 
 
In truth, Serena knew this should have been a red flag but… some part of the way this person talked to her just… hit all the right notes. He described her like a sexual object. On the surface, In public, she abhorred such behavior, but in the privacy of her own home, and her own room when Nathan was out, she loved being seen as appealing. Desirable. It made her feel alive to think that someone saw her and thought about how much they’d metaphorically like her to be on their plate.
 
 
[Mhhh. You really know how to compliment a lady, as usual.] Serena reached down to feel her womanhood while she typed.
 
 
[Not a lady. A piece of fuckmeat.]
 
 
[You say that, sweety, but you still have yet to tell me where to meet you one day.]
 
 
[Oh? You wanna take that risk already? For all you know I’m some human trafficker planning on selling you to the highest bidder.]
 
 
[Don’t threaten a girl with a good time.] Serena was now in the throes of masturbation. She was carefully edging herself so as not to end the fun too soon.
 
 
[Alright then slut. How about eight PM this Saturday? At the memorial bench in Central Park?]
 
 
Serena froze for a moment. Was this… really it? Was she going to take the jump to actually meet the person she’d been sexting with for a month now?
 
 
[Sounds like a date… Come hard…] The text took the woman some five minutes to finally commit to. She was nervous, to say the least, but wasn’t this the whole point she’d signed up for in the first place?
 
 
[Bitch, I can’t tell if that’s some double entendre or you’re just double horny. See you then. I’ll decide what I’m gonna do with you afterwards, slut.]
 
 
***
 
 
 
 
Serena was beside herself with nervousness as she fried up a pack of bacon in the kitchen. Thursday it had been mostly play but… today it was real. She was going to meet the man who’d been demeaning her for so long now. She just had to make it through the day… then while her husband was winding down, find some excuse to leave. Maybe… a friend of hers was having an operation. That could work…
 
 
“Hi mom! Bacon for breakfast? A little fatty but… I’m not gonna turn down some tasty protein.” Max, Serena’s son, was as energetic as ever, and as much as Serena hated to admit to herself as hot as ever. The boy or, rather young man, as he was now on his last year of highschool, had been a fitness fanatic since he was twelve, and his hard work had paid off. He was an absolute hit with the girls in every one of his classes, but strangely… he hadn’t really put much effort into relationships through his education. His dirty blonde hair was cut to a medium length that gave the slightest sway with every movement he took, which was a lot. Particularly when he was swinging around to give her a kiss on the cheek. He’d always wanted to go for a medical degree, and truthfully, Serena couldn’t have asked for a better son.
 
 
“Oh don’t worry. I’ve got your veggies steaming as well.” she finally replied, after tearing her eyes away from his body and chiding herself for staring. “I… I might be out later tonight. Linda’s not feeling very well and…” She shook her head. Of course he wasn’t concerned about that. She had more to worry about Nathan. “So, did you have any plans for tonight?”
 
 
“Not much. Thought I might go for a jog or something.” he replied, stealing a slice of meat from a plate the moment Serena put it down.
 
 
“Oh. J-just around the neighborhood?”
 
 
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
 
 
“Oh nothing. Just… be safe sweety.”
 
 
“You sap, mom.” The boy chuckled, but wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “But I love you. I’ll be back for the veggies in a bit. Just going to get some reps done…
 
 
***
 
 
Much of the rest of the day came and went as boringly as ever. Nathan had given her a slight peck on the lips after eating, then left to manage his thriving business for another ten hours, even if it was a Saturday… Serena had worked beside him early on in their marriage. Supplementing the income with her job as a real estate agent, but once Nathan’s income had hit a hundred grand a year, she decided it would be best to be a stay at home mom and focus on Max.
 
 
When Nathan arrived home again, he was as exhausted and spent as ever. He managed to give his wife another smooch before heading to the shower, and then unwinding with a few hours of games. Serena felt guilty for not at least trying with him this evening, but she already had… plans. The two of them would make their mistakes up to each other… some day, but not tonight.
 
 
Nathan didn’t even bother to ask why she was rifling through her dresses. After all, Serena had worn all kinds of fancy things to her book club. It might as well have officially been a suit and tie affair.
 
 
Even when the woman had landed on her sparkly red dress and black stilettos, all she got from the man was a simple “Have fun dear.”
 
 
In truth, Serena knew it was because he didn’t like to question her… but some part of her wished he would have. She was going to be crossing a line that could never be uncrossed tonight. She was scared, excited, guilty, and delighted, all at the same time. Still, she hadn’t felt this way since she was a young girl in highschool. It wasn’t the kind of thing she could just give up right then and there. Not without hating herself and questioning “What if?” for the rest of her life.
 
 
***
 
 
The drive to the park seemed to drag on, as her mind remained wishy-washy for much of the stretch between it and her home. She’d made her decision, but that didn’t stop the anxiety from haunting her all the way. When she arrived, the sun had already set, leaving the countless trees, all the carefully maintained grass, and the winding, sanded path under the romantic yellow light of the victorian styled lamp posts. This helped calm her somewhat, but she still couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster than it ordinarily would have.
 
 
Slowly, given how hard it was to walk in her shoes, Serena made her way to the agreed upon memorial bench and sat herself down with her legs crossed, and her dress draped off to one side. Now and again she’d see a couple walk by, or a jogger rush through, in both cases unable to avoid looking at her as they passed. Her amore however, was nowhere to be seen for upwards of half an hour. When he finally did show up however, it was in the most theatrical way possible…
 
 
Serena felt a pair of hands cover her eyes, and briefly, her instinct was to reach back to try to pull them away. All she managed was a quick jolt before stopping herself. This was the way she expected Youngblood to play after all.
 
 
“I thought you were going to see your friend, mom…” Max’s voice finally broke the silence.
 
 
“M-max? What are you doing out here?” Serena felt her body tense up again. What if Max saw Youngblood roll up to her now?
 
 
“Oh. I’m just here to meet someone. We were gonna get ready to have some fun later on tonight.” Max’s tone was somehow smug. Teasing.
 
 
“Oh well… I-I’m just relaxing after going to see Linda.” the woman lied.
 
 
“Oh really?” Max slowly made his way around the bench to sit by her. “Because that doesn’t look like relaxing wear.”
 
 
“I… had to rush from the hospital to the book club.” Serena winced slightly. She knew she was only digging herself deeper, but what other option did she have?
 
 
“Heh…” Max closed his eyes and shook his head. “And then rush back here to relax right?”
 
 
Serena swallowed. “Th-that’s right.”
 
 
Max leaned forward, tilting his head to get a good look at his mother’s breasts. He was surprisingly bold about it, not trying to hide his gaze in the slightest. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re really here, #HornyMom4?”
 
 
Initially, Serena wasn’t quite able to put the pieces together. It took a solid five seconds for her to finally realize what her son had said. Did he find her profile? Had she left it on in front of him? Had he gone digging? Was he on the app as well? Most importantly, how could she find her way out of this?
 
 
“Max… I know this looks bad… I-I still love your father… very much. It’s just that…”
 
 
“You’ve been craving some excitement…” the lad interrupted her.
 
 
Serena fidgeted in place. That was exactly the way she’d worded it to Youngblood when they first started talking. She nodded solemnly. He had to have found her phone on and read her DMs. This must be him trying to intervene. “Max… is there anything I can do to… so that you won’t tell your father?”
 
 
Max sat back upright then rubbed his clean-shaven chin for a few moments, as though he were in deep thought.
 
 
“Well… slut…”
 
 
Serena’s eyes widened. That was exactly the way HE talked to her. Online.
 
 
“Like I said earlier… I’m going to have some fun with you.”
 
 
Serena slowly turned her head to face him. “Y-youngblood?!”
 
 
“In the flesh…”
 
 
“Oh my god. Oh my god it was you! I-It was you all this time?” She stood up to her feet, nearly stumbling in her stilettos for a moment.
 
 
“Max! Max this is wrong! How could you lead me on all this time?”
 
 
“I wasn’t leading you on.” he replied calmly. “I have every plan to hold to what I said.”
 
 
Serena scoffed. “Max. I’m your MOTHER. You most certainly are not going to do any such thing!”
 
 
“Okay then. I’ll just let dad know that you’ve been chatting with other men half his age. How’s that sound?”
 
 
All the bravado instantly left Serena at that moment. “B-but…”
 
 
“But nothing. You either do what I say, or I expose you…”
 
 
***
 
 
The old hotel bared down on Serena like an abnormally tall butler to a family of old money. Refined and well maintained, yet aging and premodern. It's art-deco architecture was somewhat stern in a way, and this only intensified the woman's nervousness. This was the place her son intended to have his way with her? At least it wasn't some druggie riddled motel on the outskirts of town but… why such a vintage? And why such an expensive place? Just how long had the boy been planning this? It wasn't as though his little part time job was paying him handsomely or anything.
 
 
Once inside, under the dim light of a chandelier in the foyer, Max sauntered up to the dark marble concierge desk and relayed his details. Serena was too distracted to pay attention to much of it. Afterwards, with key in hand he led her by the wrist into the mirrored elevators on the far side of the entrance.
 
 
“Max… I… can pay you instead.” offered Serena as the ride up began.
 
 
“With what? Think dad won't notice all the cash missing?” Max rolled his shoulders, then his neck. “Besides. I'm not that shallow. You were the one who always taught me that money shouldn't be the center of my life. No… I'm craving experiences instead.” With that, he gave her a wicked grin. Just in time for the elevator to come to a halt.
 
 
Serena was silent for the rest of the walk to the room, letting Max unlock it for the two of them. Once inside, she took stock of the single, beautiful, canopied bed first, before her eyes traveled to the floral print on the walls, and then the shelled sconces which kept the room moodily lit. Outside the window, some ten stories beneath them, the city night life went on without them, but up here, it was private.
 
 
“Take off the dress.” came Max's command.
 
 
“But…”
 
 
“We're not here to play games mom. Not like that anyway. Take… it… off…”
 
 
Serena felt something leave her at that point. Some part of her own will. She sheepishly reached to her side to pull her arm out from one of the straps, then the other. Next, she shimmied its tight, but elastic fabric down her hourglass form, putting more and more pressure on her unbrazziered chest until…
 
 
*Pop!*
 
 
They both emerged from the top with enough force to leave them bouncing for a second or two. This was much to Max's delight, as he smiled hungrily at the sight.
 
 
“Don't stop there. Kick your shoes off and keep going.”
 
 
Serena winced as she complied, tossing her heels to the side. As much as she hated this however… she didn't. This was the thrill she'd pursued with Youngblood after all. That feeling of being objectified. The dress kept going, once again stalling over her hips as she had to pull harder to overcome their width.
 
 
As the fabric sank lower and lower, her son was pleased to see that not only had she not worn a bra, but she'd also gone completely commando as well. Her bush had been trimmed into an adorable heart shape for Youngblood… For him…
 
 
Serena let the rest of it fall to the floor at her feet. “Happy?” she asked somewhat angrily, as she moved her hands to cover her decency. Or what little of it she had, if she was being honest with herself.
 
 
“It’s a start.” Max was grinning ear to ear. “On the bed. Tits up. Spread your legs…”
 
 
Serena wanted to be angrier than she was, but something about the dominating tone he was using sent shivers up her spine. Both pleasurable and not. Without another word, she clambered up onto the bed through the canopy, before laying on her back as commanded.
 
 
Max simply tore his shirt off for the moment, discarding it with Serena’s clothes, before climbing up with her. She was… adorable and sexy at the same time. Some part of him still saw her as the kindly woman who raised him, but the other part saw her as a sexual object. She’d already sold her soul to him, as far as he was concerned.
 
 
Serena couldn’t help but drink in her son’s form as well. He was perfectly toned, without being obnoxiously overmuscular, and his face somehow managed the perfect mix of boyish charm and masculine angling.
 
 
“Wh-whatever you’re going to do… just do it already…” Serena pleaded, as she forced herself to look away.
 
 
“Oh. I’ve got a lot I’m going to do to you mom. First…” Max froze to let that hang over her for a moment, before boldly placing one palm on her right nipple.
 
 
The woman gasped, bucking somewhat, but didn’t resist. Even when that same hand followed the full curve of her breast, then traveled down over her navel to hold steady just above her groin.
 
 
There, Max held it for several more seconds, watching his mother begin to breathe heavily, which sent her boobs heaving. He was quickly discovering that he particularly enjoyed teasing her this way, and so he simply… let her mind do most of the work for some fifteen seconds. Finally, when she began to calm again, he moved in for the attack. With his thumb and forefinger he gave Serena’s love button a firm pinch, getting a yelp from her before letting two fingers tickle her vulva next.
 
 
Serena found herself twisting and undulating atop the bed while he toyed with her. Just as she’d hoped, before discovering who Youngblood was, this was a more intense feeling than she’d felt in years. Regardless of her shame, her love tunnel was beginning to flow freely with her own natural juices. Damnit. Why did he have to feel so good? And he hadn’t even entered her yet! Why did he seem to know all the right buttons to push to make her crazy?
 
 
Max gave a lustful sigh. After all this time, his plans were coming to fruition. He’d have her in the palm of his hand before she even knew what was happening. To fully achieve that though, he still had to break her mind the rest of the way, and making her cum her brains out was the first step.
 
 
The lad let his fingers slip between Serena’s vulva. Between her labia and fully into her front entrance. Immediately after, the way she instantly groaned in response made him chuckle. All the woman’s talk about this being wrong were nothing but societal moores ingrained in her. Deep down she didn’t give a damn, and so, he continued his attack, shifting his fingers laterally to spread her just a little more, and bending them upwards to press against her front wall. He’d learned from listening in on her and his father the few times they had connected recently, that this was her g-spot. Close to her clit, but on the inside.
 
 
Serena bucked upwards a bit, before instantly falling back down. “Guh… guuuuh… Max… P-please…”
 
 
Max gave a slight slap against Serena’s breasts. Not enough to cause any real pain. Rather, just enough to get a message across. “Shut up, slut. I’m working here.”
 
 
With that, he transitioned to a rhythm of pushing in deeper with straightened fingers, only to bend back upwards as he pulled back to rake against her sweet zone. Like clockwork, his mother would always arch her back, thrusting her stomach upwards in the latter part of the cycle, every time. Particularly when she was getting close. Max was almost surprised by just how much she really was a whore for this sort of thing.
 
 
“Just a little bit more, my dirty little milf…” he noted aloud. “But we’re not done when you are. We’re done when I am…” The boy picked up the pace, which only caused Serena to moan all the louder as he went.
 
 
The two continued like this for several more minutes, before Serena finally felt it. It rushed down her spine like an old pipe finally running water again, culminating at her pussy where the feeling was at its most intense. “H-haaah! AAAH!” She suddenly began convulsing, pumping her hips hard along his fingers for some ten seconds as the climax was at its peak. She then fell utterly limp, her legs splayed out wildly while she recovered. Her world was nothing but delight for the moment. She could feel bad about letting her own son drive her to orgasm later.
 
 
“Oh, we’re not finished, slut.” Max straightened out to unzip his pants, before standing up off the side of the bed to fully remove them. His manhood, frighteningly long and girthy, then sprang up like a hose filling with water the moment he slid his boxers off next. Without wasting another moment, he jumped up onto the bed and forcibly spun Serena to such that her babymaker was facing him. Finally, unmercifully, he instantly pushed in to hilt himself entirely in that flower. “I told you. We’re done when I say we’re done…”
 
 
***
 
 
Serena went home that night, confused, frightened, and more satisfied than she’d ever been. What was this relationship going to look like in the future? She could never go back to just being Max’s mom. He’d forever see her as that fuckdrunk milf now. She had no leverage to keep him quiet either. All she could hope to do was keep him happy… with her body.
 
 
In some way that was… relieving. It wasn’t her fault. She would only keep doing it to keep her reputation and her relationship with her husband intact. It wasn’t because she craved her son. Surely not. That put the blame on him instead.
 
 
Weeks passed. Sometimes they would do it in another hotel. Sometimes, if Max was feeling bold, it was in his own room, or over the dryer in the laundry room, regardless of whether or not his father was in the house. The man never bothered to check anyway, and their secret continued to go on unnoticed. Serena never failed to orgasm in any of their little… playdates, and before she knew it, she’d become addicted to him, despite her delusions of innocence.
 
 
It quickly came to the point that Max didn’t even have to tell her he wanted her. All that was needed was a certain, commanding glance and if the room was clear, she’d drop her pants, or her skirt. Frequently her shirt was pulled up as well. She was certainly his property, whether she admitted it to herself or not.
 
 
***
 
 
Nathan gave Serena another kiss before leaving, not thinking anything of the fact that she’d turned to offer him her cheek rather than her lips, or at the very least not questioning it aloud. She’d made a full breakfast with sausage, eggs, bacon and biscuits, but he hadn’t had time to really enjoy it before the office pulled him away. That was fine by Serena. Chances were that Max had plans for the day anyway…
 
 
The lad didn’t even wait until he heard his father’s car’s engine before proving that correct. “We’re gonna do something different today, milf.” he said matter-of-factly. “Finish breakfast, then get in your slutsuit.”
 
 
“Yes sir…” Serena nodded. The “slutsuit” her son was referring to was nothing more than a black thong with matching bra, waist-strapped fencenet tights, and the same black stilettos she’d first worn for him that fateful night. Max had picked it all out for her after their first week of sex, and frequently made her wear the outfit whenever Nathan wasn’t home.
 
 
Once what food they were going to eat was cleaned off the plates, and the rest had been tossed in the fridge, Serena wasted no time in “getting dressed” as she was ordered. When she emerged from the kitchen washed, suited, and made up with thick mascara, shadow, glossed lips, and a slight blush, she found Max waiting for her, holding the keys to her own car. This was nothing new. He’d taken it for himself after breaking her, but this time, he never bothered to call a hotel beforehand to confirm his room. This time, they were going to cross another line. A big one…
 
 
***
 
 
Even broken in as she was, some small part of Serena felt self conscious about being seen in only her underwear, in public like this. Her car, now Max's essentially, didn't exactly have tinted windows to hide her shame either. Still, if he was going to give her what she wanted… What she needed… She was going to have to play his game by his rules.
 
 
This time there was no ritzy hotel at the end of their drive. Instead, Serena watched as they pulled into the driveway of an old house, hidden in a forest on the ass end of town.
 
 
Max picked up his phone. “Hey Kev’. Yeah we're here. Open up for us, and she's all yours while we wait for everyone else. Don't break her though. I won't take kindly to you breaking my toys like you did when we were younger.
 
 
Serena’s chest tightened as she barely heard a laugh from the other side. Was he… selling her out to one of his friends? Or worse, giving her away? She opened her mouth to ask but… like the good girl she'd been trained to be, she couldn't find the courage to interrupt.
 
 
After a minute of her son's chat, Serena saw a door on the side of the house open. Out walked a young man, a year older than Max. Serena was already well acquainted with the rugged, ruddy youth. The redheaded Kevin had been Max's friend since the two were little. While Max had the benefit of a middle class family however, Kevin had to rough his life out. Immediately kicked out of their parents’ houses at eighteen, and made to look for jobs that barely covered their rent. Serena had always been a little nervous around Kevin, particularly as he got older. Now she could only hope he didn't resent her for it.
 
 
Max opened the door for her, though, rather than take her by the hand afterwards, he pushed her from behind towards the entrance. Serena had learned since all this began, that she did indeed like it rough, but this added a whole new layer that she wasn't prepared for.
 
 
Kevin gave an elaborate, mocking bow as the two entered. Once inside Serena was surprised to see how well kept the home was. As well kept as an ancient modular home could be, at any rate. The dark carpets and walls in the place still gave it an oppressive atmosphere however, and…
 
 
She didn't have time to get any more familiar with her surroundings. The very moment she stepped into the living room, Kevin spun her around and pushed her onto her knees. There, she was face to face with the teen's intimidating cock.
 
 
“You know what to do, slut…”
 
 
Serena's spine tingled again. She couldn't say no to a command like that. Not any more. Max had tried this kind of thing with her before, but he'd been somewhat gentle about it, in a strange way. Kevin however, was impatient. Brazen. She wasn't his toy, as the two boys had joked. He could be all kinds of rough with her without fear of losing something.
 
 
Kevin shoved himself into the woman’s throat as soon as she opened her mouth, causing her to go wide eyed and instinctively pull away as she struggled to breathe. The youth, of course, refused to allow such an escape, instead holding her in place with one hand. Serena’s struggles were quickly proven to be futile, and as her world slowly began to grow more hazy, her arms fell to her sides limply.
 
 
“She’s still got a bit of fight in her man.” Kevin called out to Max, who was grabbing a can of soda from the fridge. “Thought you had her broken in.”
 
 
Max popped the pin on the can. “Thats cuz I never trained her to be with someone as rough as you. Chill out and she’ll fall in line. Geez.”
 
 
Reluctantly, Kevin finally let Serena come up for air, even enjoying the way she gasped so helplessly. Then, with a bit more gentleness than before, he pushed her back down, if only halfway to start with. Serena let her tongue go to work first, lapping at the bottom half of his cock like a good puppy.
 
 
Serena continued her work for a good half hour, enjoying the treatment no matter how much she might have wished to pretend otherwise, while Max sat down to watch. Every time it felt as though Kevin was getting close however. He would pull out and wait until he’d “calmed down” a bit before continuing. This confused Serena initially, but the reason quickly became more clear when the doorbell rang, and Max moved to let in two more of his old friends…
 
 
Tyler was a handsome young black man from the same neighborhood she and Max lived in. He was a bodybuilder that took his fitness farther than even Max had, and carried himself with a bit more decorum than Kevin. At least… when he wasn’t lusting for her at any rate. Now he looked hungry. Viciously so.
 
 
Mike, a slender but still toned asian-american, was a bit more hard to read. There was no doubt that he was here for the same reason as the others, but his attitude about it was difficult to place, thanks to the sunglasses he was wearing. There was absolutely no mistake where he was looking however. Right at her full breasts…
 
 
Max stretched for a few seconds before standing up. “We ready to do this, guys?” He asked nonchalantly. “Remember. I get her pussy first.”
 
 
“I’ll take those tits.” Tyler insisted next.
 
 
“I’ve enjoyed her mouth for a bit already.” Kevin grinned. “You want it Mike? I’m going for those soft hands next.”
 
 
“Sounds good to me~” Mike lifted his glasses to look at her. His expression now reminded her of Max, when he first took her. “Long as she’s trained.”
 
 
“She’s tame.” Max assured him. “Long as you don’t go too rough she’ll be putty in your hands. She loves it, no matter what what she may say.”
 
Serena knew what was happening, but this time she didn’t even make an effort to fein resistance. The way they were all looking at her like an object... Like a piece of meat… It was intoxicating.
 
 
“On your back. Open your mouth.” Max used a hand to gently guide her to the position, but Serena wasn’t fooled by his softness. She had no choice here. “Kevin, get the camera ready.”
 
 
Serena’s expression dropped. “Wait… cameraaauffff!”” Mike silenced her with a certain… tool before she could finish. Looking up as she’d been forced to, she could briefly make out that he was wearing a ski mask, though… now her vision was interrupted by a rather high definition view of the teen’s balls instead. It only took a few more moments for the boys to strip her completely, leaving her reduced to her bare body… All she was worth. Shortly after, she felt the familiar sensation of her son’s sword piercing her down below, and the much less familiar one of Tyler straddling her chest to squeeze his own weapon between her breasts. Lastly, Kevin kept to his promise as he guided her hand to his own member. They were all going to use her, simultaneously, and… they were going to record it?
 
 
Serena felt fear dig deep into her mind. Partially because she knew this was another step down the spiral that was unraveling her life, and partially because some part of her enjoyed that fear. The danger of it all aroused her however, and perhaps she fed that fear to get off on it to some degree.
 
 
Max was still the first to work her, as her son or rather… her owner. She was well acquainted with the way he liked to ease in. Not out of kindness, but rather a love of taunting her. Mike, was thankfully easier on her throat than Kevin had been, allowing her to breathe, though she knew she wasn't taking all of him yet. Tyler, on the other hand, put the vast majority of his muscular weight onto her torso. Not quite enough to take her breath away, but enough to keep the pressure on her. Lastly, Kevin guided her hand to his member then wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth.
 
 
Then, they began moving and using her much more aggressively. The lack of cohesive rhythm was difficult for her to adjust to, though she did manage to find a groove soon enough. The sensation of taking four virile studs at the same time was absolutely… overwhelmingly decadent, even if it was being forced on her. She could get used to this or so she thought, before…
 
 
“Recognize this whore, Nathan?” Tyler's voice rang out, even if Serena’s hearing was muffled under Mike's groin.
 
 
“I don't think he does.” Mike answered for the non-present husband. “This position's getting a bit old. Needlessly difficult too. Why don't we show him?”
 
 
With that, all four of them pulled out, before pushing her to her knees instead. Serena was placed face to face with the camera they'd mentioned, but only for a moment before Max moved it to face her side. Now she could clearly tell that all of them were wearing masks, if only briefly. This time, Tyler parted her lips with his member while Mike took her left hand and Kevin her pussy. Max rounded out the orgy with her right, being careful to stay at an angle such that the camera could see her breasts dangling and swaying while they worked her.
 
 
For the next fifteen minutes, there was no letting up. No effort given to save her stamina, though Max did instruct Kevin to stop whenever she was getting close.
 
 
Serena once again melted into time. One minute was the same as the next as far as she could tell, and it was bliss. However, the constant edging was indeed beginning to frustrate her. Little did she know they'd planned for this too.
 
 
Suddenly, Tyler pulled out and forcibly grabbed her by the hair to pint her face at the camera. “You wanna cum, slut? Tell your husband just how much you love being fuckmeat for a bunch of young studs instead.”
 
 
Serena wasn't in her right mind. She was desperate for release. All she could think about was their conditions, rather than what her poor hubby might feel…
 
 
“H-h-h-hiiiii Nathan.” she began, breathily. “I'm s-sorry but… th-they all feel too goooood! I… I love being a whore for these young men… They really know how to drive me w-wild!”
 
 
“Good girl~” Tyler responded, before plugging her mouth once again.
 
 
***
 
 
The fifteen minutes of primal rutting that followed was a haze of pleasure for the broken woman, finally ending in Tyler filling her flower up, while Max shot down her throat and Mike and Kevin painted her breasts. Serena had never imagined just how amazing being thoroughly exhausted could feel. She spent some three minutes afterwards catching her breath, and another ten fuckdrunkenly worshiping her abusers.
 
 
By now the camera had long since been powered down, and the masks were all off as well. The boys had settled in on the couch and were watching some show Serena had never seen before, while she herself was laying at their feet. Even if their attention was turned away from her, she was still their pet for the moment, and that was enough while she recovered.
 
 
“So… where are we gonna store the bird while we fatten her up for November?” asked Tyler to Max. “Can't very well let her go home once the vid gets to your dad…”
 
 
“I was thinking your place actually.” came Max's answer. “Just remember, she belongs to me, and we all get to use her…”
 
 
***
 
 
It was only during the drive to her new home that Serena’s sexual high calmed down enough for her to realize what had happened, and a wash of guilt and fear came over her like never before. She’d hurt Nathan… probably permanently. He hadn’t seen the video yet but he would, and he’d hate her for the rest of her life… What was more, what did they mean by “storing her for Thanksgiving?
 
 
Part of that answer came when they arrived at Tyler’s rather lavish home. The boy’d done well with his simple, but applicable degree, it seemed. Waiting for the woman, in the middle of his large, plush-carpeted and oaken-furnitured living room, was a large cage, with maybe just enough room for her to turn around in. Rather unceremoniously, the four of them shoved her inside, enjoying the sight of her confused, and panicked eyes, before departing for their own houses. Left in Tyler’s care, Serena could only wonder what the rougher youth would do to her while she was here, but for that first night, he seemed content to just treat her like a pretty figure in a case…
 
 
That wasn’t the case for the following weeks. Every day he’d feed her a mix of bland vegetables before tempting her with an obscene amount of chocolate or some other sweet, and every evening he’d make sure to rough her up without doing any real damage to her, before finally cleaning her up. Max would visit almost daily to check her progress, and get a bit of use out of her body as well, while the other two would keep their visits to once or twice. Serena grew over time to believe that this was the kind of treatment she deserved, for what she’d done to Nathan. Faster than she likely should have, she accepted the boredom of being trapped for much of the day, only looking forward to the hours of use she’d get elsewise. She was… their animal now, and the most she could hope for was to be rewarded for being a good pet…
 
 
***
 
 
Weeks became months… and months became half a year. Thankfully Tyler left his home well heated enough, and was kind enough to cover her cage during the night, but she could always see through the window that the days were getting colder. Her mind began to go back to what they’d said before moving her here. That they’d be fattening her up for Thanksgiving. But surely they were speaking metaphorically right? She knew her son, now better than ever. He might be a dominant horndog of a womanizer, but he wasn’t a killer, right? No, of course not. It was just more degrading talk like what they’d used to break her.
 
 
Still, the boys began to come increasingly often as time went on. Every day more and more interested in her body, and the progress she’d made in filling out. Tyler’d been careful to maintain her shape while also working on her weight gain, and alongside Max’s medical knowledge, he was doing it rather efficiently. Serena had been plumped up to hold just the tiniest bit of a muffin top, but her naturally wide hips, narrow shoulders, and well established breasts still left her with a sensual, hourglass shape.
 
 
***
 
 
Tyler entered the living room at the same time he did every day, but unlike his usual routine, he barely spared her a second glance in the cage. Instead, the boy was off to the nearby, open kitchen, working as though he was expecting a lot of company today. When familiar pumpkin spices wafted to her nose, she knew fully that that day had come. It was Thanksgiving. Maybe she’d be passed around all the guests, and given a treat of turkey if she was a good girl. Or maybe all that talk earlier in the year was real…
 
Max was the first to arrive, only giving Serena a knowing glance before moving to help his friend with the preparations. Pumpkin pie, pecan pie, stuffing, and casseroles, or at least the ingredients for such, were quickly filling up the island, but what Serena wasn’t able to see in all the bustle… was a turkey.
 
Mike and Kevin arrived some time later, having carpooled together, it seemed. Mike place some kind of stir fry on the island to add a bit of salty umami to the mix, while Kevin brought some mashed potatoes and… some form of gravy.
 
 
“Alright mom.” Max had been so quiet that Serena hadn’t even noticed him sneak up from behind her before opening her cage. “Out. Let’s get you cleaned up and ready.”
 
Within minutes, the boy had her in and out of the bathroom, squeaky clean both internally and externally. He’d used the hottest water he felt she could put up with, while also cutting her long hair to be neck length instead. He mentioned that it would be “easier” for what they were going to do. Whatever that meant.
 
 
 Clearly fighting the urge to fuck her again, he managed to pull his youthful vigor away long enough to directly order her instead. “On the table. Just sit there and look pretty while we get ready for you.”
 
 
Serena couldn’t mistake it any longer. There was something special happening today. In theory she could have tried to run. She didn’t think any of the boys had locked the door. For some reason however, she found herself simply clambering up onto the table as directed, and leaning back to perk her bust out as much as she possibly could. Someone had placed a bowl of fruit, both seasonal and imported nearby. Looking to the side, her eyes trailed back to that… unknowable bottle of gravy. It wasn’t brown gravy, or poultry gravy of any kind. Not that she could smell, and what was more, it seemed partially frozen. Just how long had it been in storage?
 
 
“So, when we doing the bird?” Mike asked absently as he watched the others pull out a few oils and herbs. “We’ve got a feast almost a year in the making, and I’m getting hungry.”
 
 
“We’ve been waiting for months. You can hold out another few hours.” Max said with a smile, and an eye roll. “Get some pictures of her so we can do a before and after thing.”
 
 
Serena instinctively sat back and posed while the lad snapped the camera away at her. Attention of any kind was practically her lifeblood now, fear be damned.
 
Satisfied with both Mike’s work, and his own of mixing butter, salt, oils, and italian herbs, Max then ducked under the island to find a large, stainless steel roasting pan. With a metallic clang, he placed it on top of the table before the woman, and gave her a stern, knowing look.
 
 
Serena asked no questions, and slid herself over the pan, wincing a bit at the cold surface.
 
 
Tyler pulled out his phone and began to scroll some site Serena couldn’t see.“Alright guys. This method says to tuck her elbows under her breasts and keep her arms and legs tied tightly, so let’s start with wrist to armpit. Then ankles to thighs, and knees to elbows.”
 
Kevin was the first to act on the instructions, unraveling a ball of cooking twine to bind the milf up tightly. Any time she felt tempted to wiggle or panickedly pull at the thin rope, he gave her a firm slap across the tits, as well as a few along her butt just to keep things interesting. Soon enough, Serena was barely able to wriggle about on her back even. Kevin had balanced her bonds so perfectly that she felt almost paralyzed.
 
 
“M-Max? What’s happening here? Y-you guys are scaring me again…” Serena’s wobbly voice was beyond meek. It was barely more than a whisper.
 
 
All the same, Tyler didn’t have the patience for it, and while she belonged to Max, Tyler was the one who’d been training her all this time. These months. “Shut up turkey-girl.” was his only reply, before he grabbed an apple from the nearby bowl and shoved it harshly between her lips. The fruit was pressed so deep that the poor woman didn’t even have the bite strength to dig in past a few centimeters, nor to remove it from her own mouth, especially bound as she was. “Max, you got that butter mixture ready?”
 
 
“Ready and warm for our… special girl.” replied Max.
 
 
Serena didn’t know whether to be insulted or charmed. Not that she had any real pride left to be insulted. She watched her son approach her with pathetic eyes, though when he dipped his hand into the sauce and began to smear its contents all over her womanhood, she quickly forgot all her wariness for a moment. Once again, he always knew how to set her moaning.
 
 
“Just so touch addicted that it’ll send you over the edge huh?” Max smiled. “You really are a slut mom. You know that?” he asked rhetorically, as his hands moved back to her butt, then over her legs.
 
 
“Wait… I think we skipped a step.” Tyler mused. “We were supposed to season the butter AFTER basting her with it.” He looked at the woman with a bit of scrutiny. “Eh. She’ll be fine. Once you’re done there we’re supposed to…” He scrolled up and down for a bit, apparently having lost his place. “Ah. We’re supposed to stuff the bitch. You wanna do the honors there too Max? Looks like we’ll need cut onions, celery, carrots, and a bit of citrus. Guide suggests oranges, but sweetened lemon slices should be okay too.”
 
 
“I’ll get on that mix.” offered Mike. WIthin only a few moments the sounds of veggies being cut on a wooden board rang through the kitchen. “And we’re using oranges. No experimenting.”
 
 
By now, Serena was getting more than nervous. She was directly fearful, not that she could do anything about it. Her body didn’t seem to care however. When Max proceeded to rub the mixture over her sensitive breasts, she was left mewling like a kitten again, right up until the point that she was coated shoulder to toe in the stuff.
 
 
Conveniently, this was also the moment that Mike finished his own preparations, and within seconds, a fresh bowl was plopped down beside the fearfully horny woman. Max didn’t even bother to rinse the butter from his hands. He simply immediately jumped to grabbing a handful of the stuffing, and cramming it between Serena’s hungry pussy lips.
 
 
The cry of surprise that she responded with was muffled behind the fruit gag, but nonetheless easily heard by everyone present. Fortunately for her, she’d spent the last half year training her love tunnel to take bigger and bigger toys to entertain her masters, and while an entire fist full of veggies was still painful to take, it likely could have been much more unbearable for her otherwise.
 
 
Still, fist after fist of the stuffing was pushed deeper and deeper into the poor woman, until she could feel it pressing up against her cervix. The uncomfortable groan told Max that he was getting close to capacity.
 
 
“Guide says to avoid overstuffing.” Tyler warned. “If she’s in too much discomfort she might inadvertently bruise herself.”
 
 
“She can handle one or two more.” Max dismissed, before cramming another batch in, leaving Serena with a noticeable food baby… more close to literally than ever before. Still, there was no mistaking the milf’s perfectly proportioned form, even with all the stuffing up her gooch. Another handful and another quieted squeal later the boy patted her rear and called for Kevin to bring someone forward.
 
“Got that femme broth melted and mixed with the champagne?”
 
 
“All right here and ready for her enjoyment~” the rougher teen answered with a smirk.
 
 
Out of the corner of her eye, Serena saw her son be handed a large bottle, before he held it ominously near her already full vagina. She then helplessly watched as he jammed the neck of the container into the abused hole, then lifted her waist to allow the bottle’s contents to dribble in, filling every last corner that wasn’t already taken up by the food. She barely had time to even grunt before the same indignity was inflicted on her pucker. For her butt, the fluid was a good deal more sloshy, but that would change when her body began to absorb it all.
 
 
Already the butter coating that was all over her body had dried enough to form a sticky layer on her flesh, which allowed for the second basting to be poured all over her curvaceous form. Serena watched helplessly as she was coated in a new layer of savory smelling sauce. Not having control of her body was something she was long used to by now, but all these sensations were nonetheless overwhelming. Somehow they always found a new way to keep her uncomfortable…
 
 
This was doubly true when Max finally crammed a large, full carrot up her front door, treating it as though it was just another oversized dildo to use on her. Not giving her any rest, he then shoved a smaller crabapple into her rear to complete the look and avoid any spillage. Only then did he finally lower her back down.
 
 
Serena was left gasping after the ordeal. Something that was made all the more difficult with the plump red fruit between her lips. Whimpering like a frightened child, she didn’t know if she wanted things to move forward faster to get it all over with, or if she wanted to stall for as long as possible. Every passing second chipped away at her hope that this was all play…
 
 
“Damn mom…” Max ran a finger between her cleavage and took it to his mouth to taste. “You already look delicious. It’s a shame I can’t just eat you raw, but like you always told me, patience is a virtue. You’ll be even better roasted golden brown.”
 
 
“Oh. One last thing. Mike, you wanna finish up the garnishes?”
 
 
“It’d be my pleasure.” was the immediate reply. “Got the diced potatoes and lettuce right here.”
 
 
The ravenous boy then proceeded to dump a massive bowl of soft, boiled potatoes all around Serena’s body. Then, with dainty motions as though he were some… pretentiously expensive chef, he slid several leaves of lettuce between the woman’s waggling toes, fingers, and even behind her ears. “Magnefic~” he taunted, before laughing at himself.
 
 
Max smiled at his friend, then turned to give a cruel look to his mother. “Well mom. Looks like there’s only one major step left~” He faced the others for a moment. “Alright guys, get a few more pics of her, then we can shove this bird in to roast finally~”
 
 
Serena’s eyes widened, and she shook her head no rapidly. This was real… It was all real!
 
 
“Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmnnnph!”
 
 
Her silenced cries did nothing to earn any empathy from the boys, who continued to snap away. In fact they quickly fell to mocking her for her struggles, giving false pouts and jeering laughs at every little motion she made.Still, it was only when the cameras stopped that she truly new what anxiety was, especially when her son circled around her like a vulture eyeing a carcass.
 
 
“What’s the matter mom? Thought you could just be a slut all those months ago and that there’d be no lasting consequences?” He shook his head. “Only one fate’s good enough for whores like you, and that’s to serve your master all the way through to the end. Open the oven, guys…”
 
 
Serena winced, feeling the rush of fiery air from the preheated oven blow instantly against her vulnerable body. She then passed Max a pleading look, but he simply returned with a cruelly aroused smile. Why would he do this to her? She’d given birth to him, raised him, given him a future. Hell, she’d even served him as a slave! And now he was just going to kill her and eat her? It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t…
 
 
“In you go slut. If you behave… Don’t bruise your meat too much, maybe I’ll baste your clittie a little extra next time.” Max didn’t even give her a chance to make another sound before shoving the large platter atop the oven door, and then into the searing temperatures of the oven. Serena barely even had time to look in his direction before he slammed the door shut, leaving her to her fate. At least… until the next basting.
 
 
That had to be her chance. That would be the time that he’d come to his senses. It had to be. She only needed to think about what she could do to communicate with him… She… had to…
 
 
Dammit, though… Why was it so HOT! Of course she knew why but… why? It was almost impossible to breathe! The heat covered her almost like an army of abrasive hands holding on tightly without care for how she feeled. In a way malevolent all its own, even without the boys’ jeering glances.
 
 
Every time she would feel the pan underneath her get hotter, she’d arch away from it as much as the ropes would allow, shifting the vegetables around her however she could, to prevent herself from touching the metal. As much as she didn’t want to consider it, this was probably to the benefit of her tormentors as well. If she was scorched too much, it would negatively affect her meat… and her display.
 
 
***
 
 
Half an hour, at least… Serena could smell the oils and seasonings beginning to bake into her skin. The combination of herbs, butter, and oils smelled heavenly, to say the least, but that was dullened entirely by the knowledge that her own roasting flesh was a large part of the aroma.
 
 
She had to keep her eyes closed for much of her… experience. The heat threatened to dry them out for every second she dared to stare out that window. Still, she couldn’t help herself but to glance now and again, when the sound of shuffling nearby meant one of them was visible. They were getting off on her suffering. They were enjoying her fear. She’d catch them watching her from the other side, smiling and taking in her scent, before they stood up, revealing the massive bulges in their pants. What hurt the most was that they hadn’t been this… excited for her body for a few months now. Only when she was dying for their amusement did they finally enjoy her this much once again.
 
 
Some thirty more minutes later, Serena had almost accepted her fate. Even as the heat continued to accost her, she was reaching a point in her ordeal that she just wanted it all to end. If this was the only service remaining that she could provide for her masters, then hopefully she could at the very least be satisfying for them…
 
 
Of course… they couldn’t be so kind as to let her go quietly now, could they? True to his earlier promise, Max opened the door and carefully pulled the roasting pan out, waving as Serena’s eyes fluttered open to greet him.
 
 
“You did good mom. Still intact. No bruises…” He glanced over her form for a few seconds. “A little crispy already, but that’s not your fault. I guess you’ve earned that little, final reward…”
 
 
Serena was barely able to muster the strength to make noise. Not that she could have said much with the apple lodged so firmly in her jaw. So much for that plan of appealing to her son’s sense of empathy…
 
 
“Mhhh… Mpph… Mnhhh…” Her voice was so quiet it might as well have been coming from another room. Whatever reaction she hoped it might have gotten from her son, a humored smile wasn’t it. He really didn’t care about that fact that she was going to be gone after today… did he?
 
 
Those muffled words turned into surprised grunts, silent though they were overall, when Max proceeded to run a rubber brush over her womanhood, coating her in a new layer of cool oils and butter. Not that it would stay cold for long. That brush kept coming back to tease her pleasure zone after each additional part of her body was re-covered, and soon enough, Serena felt the primal feeling she’d been trained to rely on well up within her once again. Despite the fear, despite the brokenheartedness, and despite the pain. She truly was nothing more than a slut… wasn’t she?
 
 
With a sudden bout of spasming after some ten minutes of this treatement, she’d somehow orgasmed once again, whether she’d wanted to or not, and Max took this as the perfect opportunity to shove her back in. It was time for her to meet her fate…
 
 
Left whimpering once again, Serena listened to the voices outside her scorching coffin as they finished setting the table.
 
 
“Think she’s gonna croak in another fifteen minutes.” Max suggested. “Afterwords, who’s gonna cut the gizzard out and fill her with the bread stuffing?”
 
 
“Getting outside the recipe here man.” noted Kevin. “But naw. I’m good to do that.”
 
 
“So, who’s mom we going after next?” Mike interjected.
 
 
“I’m thinking mine.” came Kevin’s further reply. “I’ve been looking for a way to get back at the bitch for kicking me out.”
 
 
“Daaaamn. I’m game. Your mom has the juiciest tits.” Tyler added.
 
 
***
 
 
None of the boys shed a tear when Serena finally drew her last breath. In fact, Kevin reveled in the opportunity to play with her now still body one more time before putting her in. He’d managed to stitch in a massive amount of additional stuffing, which made her presentation at the table all the more striking hours later.
 
 
The table conversation was a good deal more amicable than most Thanksgiving celebrations with family. Max recalled just how easy it had been to brainwash the dumb whore, and how much he enjoyed seeing her slowly lose her mind over the months. Even as he snapped one of his mother’s drumsticks off and proceeded to carve it up, he had nothing but a smile on his face. Tyler, of course, was the first to jump at the opportunity to tear away at Serena’s breasts, until he was down to their last cut, at which point he used the fatty juices to flavor the rest of his portion of the feast.
 
Mike had decided he was a bit of an ass man for his meal. He’d enjoyed seeing Serena’s wiggle when she first entered the oven, and decided that was his portion of choice Plus, it was the biggest font of meat on the dumb bitch, and he really scored the most filling cuts, only letting the others grab a few steaks when he’d had his fill.
 
Naturally, Max was given the honor of devouring his mother’s pussy. The place he’d entered the world from years ago. Serena had initially been his quarry after all. Unlike the others gratuitous tearing and slicing, Max slowly savored the filet, gradually slicing off thin little steaklettes until all that remained was her clit, which he popped in to chew for a solid minute before finally swallowing.
 
 
Once the miscreants had finished off with sweet pie, and stuffing swimming in Serena’s juices among other things, the rest of the woman was parted out in equal measure to be taken home. Of course, nothing incriminating could be visible. Nathan was going to be fed some leftovers after all, without being allowed to know where exactly they came from. Max would offer it as a condolence after he learned that some horrible perverts had eaten his ex-wife. They’d even been cruel enough to send him some pictures.
 
 
If only she hadn’t tried to go for that little fling with some stranger on the internet. The poor, poor stupid tramp. He’d have taken her back if she just apologized…