The contents of drawer looked the same as always. I ran my fingers along the rows of DVDs and picked up one of the vibrators. It was still hard to imagine my mother masturbating, fucking her furry pussy with the smooth plastic shaft in her animal need for orgasm. Although she always kept her toys locked up when she wasn’t using them, she wasn’t very discreet when she got really excited. Orgasmic moans and whimpers were often heard coming from her room late at night, especially when she had had a few glasses of wine.
Lost in thought I brought the vibrator to my nose and inhaled. All I smelled was a faint scent of disinfectant, as always. I put the vibrator and movie back in their respective places and inspected the contents of the drawer one last time, to make sure everything looked the same as before. Then I closed the drawer and locked it. Mom would never know.
“It’s a bit sad, don’t you think?” Michelle said as she came into my room again. She was still nude and drying her hair while she was walking.
“What’s sad?” I asked, distracted by her gorgeous jiggling breasts,
“Mom” she said. “38 years old, a body women half her age would kill for, tons of sexual energy and no-one to enjoy it with. No release other than a drawer full of porn and a pile of sex toys.”
“Yeah” I said, “but she doesn’t want to date”
“I know” she said, pulling a T-shirt over her head. “Maybe we…”
Her eyes got big and she stopped talking mid sentence. “I’ve got it!”she yelled cheerful.
“Got what?”
“A gangbang!”
“What gangbang?”
“For mom!”
“You’re crazy!”
“No, think about it. How many movies doesn’t she have that feature just one or two girls and a dozen or more guys?”
I had to admit she had a point there. Almost a third of mom’s collection was dedicated to this genre, and new ones were added regularly.
“Do you really think that’s what she wants? I mean, watching it doesn’t mean she wants to do it”
“I know she does. You should hear her when she’s watching those movies”
“You spied on her?”
“Don’t have to. You know how vocal she gets after a few glasses of wine. When I’m lying in bed, I can clearly hear every word she says. Apparently she doesn’t know just how thin these walls are.”
“And you think she really wants to be gangbanged?”
“Absolutely. She would love it. Trust me.”
“But what if she gets shy, or scared in front of the men?”
“We’ll see” she shrugged, “We can always give her some wine first, and then she’ll forget about everything”
I knew she was right about that. Mom never held her liquor well. It wasn’t that she had a drinking problem, she just reacted in a strong and sometimes embarrassing way to even a tiny amount of alcohol.
“So you really think we should do this for her?”
She nodded.
“How?”
“We’ll see. Let’s say we get it all organized for her birthday. It’s in three weeks, that should give us enough time to gather a couple of men.”
“How many guys do you think we need?”
“I’d say as much as possible. At least ten. No, twenty”
“And where do we find those guys?”
“Let me make a few phone calls. I know a guy who knows a guy that… well you know”
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