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I had arranged to accompany my son and five of his pals on a camping weekend, for three reasons: none of them was old enough to drive the van; only I knew how to get to the spot I had in mind, by a lake some 3 hours hike from the road; and I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any funny business with drink or drugs. I thought that once I had got them set up, I could take off by myself for a couple of days solitary walking - although I get on well with him and his friends, non-stop teenage energy gets a bit wearing after a time.

The weather was good and we managed the walk-in without too many complaints, despite the fact that I made sure they carried all the heavy stuff, being strapping lads rather than a petite female of advancing years. It’s an idyllic spot, a grassy sward by the side of a small lake, nothing man-made in sight. We got the tents up and the gear unpacked and the tea brewing, and the lads lay around recovering - their usual exuberance only slightly calmed by tired muscles. Sweaty T-shirts were hung up on trees to dry, and I was treated to six naked male chests bearing varying amounts of adolescent hair - not the worst sight for a woman whose hormones are still flowing well.

I said that I was going to have a wash in the lake, and retired around a headland. Swimming naked in fresh water is one of life’s pleasures, and I stripped off eagerly and plunged in. I knew it would be cold but was still unable to suppress a little shriek. I splashed around vigorously until warm, then swam way out into the lake and tried diving down to look for fish.

When I grew tired I made for the shore and heaved myself onto the pebbles, my skin tingling, goose-pimples all over. The cold water had turned my nipples into rock-hard stumps. I tiptoed to where I had left my clothes, and stopped. Nothing. I looked around and smiled to myself. I might have expected that practical jokes would be on the agenda.

Fortunately I’ve never had any problem with nudity; before marriage and kids I had been a model, among other things, and I’ve kept my figure trim and fit. So I had no qualms about walking casually into the campsite, as naked as the day I was born. The boys had been sniggering to themselves, but they stopped when they saw me, drops of water sparkling on my skin. I sat down casually, making no attempt at a decorous pose - anyway, I shave my pubes, so everything is always on display. Six jaws hit the ground. I had called their bluff with a vengeance.

‘Mum!’ my son Paul gave a strangled cry. Although we’re not prudish at home, I don’t think he’d ever seen me completely naked before. There were stifled noises from the other boys.

‘What’s the matter?’ I said casually. ‘Is there any of that tea left?’

I leaned forward to pour some out of the saucepan, feeling my tits bouncing. To tell the truth I was quite aroused by the situation, being the focus of attention of six testosterone-filled lads. I could tell that none of them could tear their eyes off me, although when I tried looking at them they would glance away.

‘It’s great swimming in the lake,’ I said. ‘You should try it. Cool you down a bit. Looks like some of you need it.’

For most of the lads had gone bright red, and their shorts were tenting dangerously. The thought of six adolescent cocks straining at the leash made me even more excited. I felt a warm wetness deep inside my pussy, and with it came a daredevil urge.

‘Where did you put my clothes, by the way?’ I asked casually, ‘Not that I need them, until we go home.’

‘Um, they’re in your tent, Mrs Martin,’ stammered Rich. ‘Christ, we didn’t mean ... I mean, we didn’t think ...’

‘You just wanted to see me naked, didn’t you?’ I smiled. ‘Nothing wrong with that. Well, here I am.’ I leaned back on my arms and straightened my legs. My breasts, taut with the cold water, lifted and jutted. I heard a few moans.

‘Oh jesus!’ Mike fumbled with his shorts, obviously straightening his cock so that it could swell to full rigidity.

‘Why don’t you strip off too?’ I said. ‘You’d be much more comfortable.’

His face was a picture as his horniness struggled with his inhibitions. Suddenly he stood up and dragged his shorts down. His erection sprang up and slapped him in the stomach - and a very presentable erection it was too. He might only be 16, but he was more than fully-developed - and I ought to know.

I heard loud gulps from the others. Peer pressure in young males is a powerful thing. Within a minute all six had shed their clothes and were standing in a ring, their cocks jutting upwards. I was proud to see that my son’s was as large and rigid as any.

‘Now, we’ll play a game,’ I said, feeling totally in control. ‘There’ll be a prize for the winner.’ I knelt in front of the nearest lad, David. ‘Has anyone got a timer on their watch? The winner is the one who takes longest to come.’

There were gasps as I quickly grasped his cock and closed my mouth round it. I sucked strongly, swirling my tongue around the shaft and bobbing my head, lips tight. In a few seconds his hips bucked and he gave a huge groan. My mouth filled with warm thick semen. I could feel it jetting against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed it all down until his spurts died away, relishing the salty-sweet flavour as it slid down my throat like oysters.

I released the softening organ and sat back on my heels.

‘How long was that, then?’ The boys all had their hands on their cocks, but Rich looked at his watch.

‘Um, eleven seconds, I think,’ he gasped.

‘Not bad,’ I said. ‘Next!’

Mike was next, his cock was slightly bigger. I gave it the fast, furious treatment and almost immediately he was ejaculating copiously in my mouth. The taste was subtly different but just as sensuous. I could feel juice seeping out of me as I swallowed his emissions.

The next boy, Peter, lasted a bit longer. I could tell he was desperately trying to hold back, but my technique is ruthless. It took fifteen seconds before he exploded helplessly in my hungry mouth. Again, I savoured the minute differences, as at a wine-tasting.

Rich came almost as soon as my agile lips had closed around the head of his cock. His hips jerked and he fucked my mouth involuntarily, squirting his seed right to the back of my throat.

Ahmed was fifth. His cock was heavy and he had more pubic hair than the others. I wondered if he alone of the boys might not be a virgin. I gave him all I had got, both hands squeezing the base of his cock and his taut scrotum, jaws working overtime, lips tight around the shaft. He leaked precum onto my tongue but it was twenty seconds, they said, before he gave an agonised shout and almost choked me with a massive flood of sperm. I gulped it down, to join the other loads already nestling in my stomach.

Now only Paul, my own son, was left. I knelt in front of him and looked up. His cock was straining to the heavens. In his face I saw shock, lust, indecision, and love, all mixed.

‘You want?’ I whispered. He nodded mutely. I slid my lips, by now somewhat tender, along his smooth shaft, and coiled my tongue around his pulsing glans. I felt his hands caressing my hair tenderly.

‘Oh mum!’ he groaned, and climaxed. My son’s spunk flooded my mouth and I let it sluice down my throat gratefully. I kept my lips sealed around him until he had stopped throbbing and his cock had started to soften. He staggered back and I sat up and burped wetly. The lads were looking at me with open mouths. I saw that some of their cocks were already starting to swell again.

‘So, who won?’

‘Ahmed. 20 seconds. Jesus, Mrs Martin. What’s the prize, then?’

I stood up and stretched, my tits lifting. I could fell my nipples puckering to even greater hardness. A drop of warm juice trickled down my inner thigh.

‘The prize,’ I said, grinning, ‘is to be the first one to fuck me. Congratulations, Ahmed!’

I knelt on all fours on the grass and spread my legs, pushing my arse upwards and my pubes backwards. I could feel my pussy lips, already engorged, open like the petals of a flower, and the cool air tingled against my hot membranes. I knew that my dark anus was also proudly on display. There were grunts of lust.

Warm hands gripped my hips and I felt a cock worm its way between my labia. It slid into my hot cavity until pubic hair was tickling my thighs and arse. I squeezed with my well-developed internal muscles, and Ahmed gave a groan and began to thrust powerfully. I let myself be pulled back and forth onto his shaft; it rasped delightfully across my vaginal walls. I could feel my tits swinging. The others crowded round to watch Ahmed’s cock pumping in and out.

Although you’d be surprised at how much I can insert into my cunt, I can also make it very tight if I want to. I clamped down on the cock at every stroke, drawing grunts of bliss from the lad, and it wasn’t too long before he couldn’t hold back. He pulled my arse back onto him, forcing his cock deep into my innards, and I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with another dose of hot sperm.

He withdrew, and I stayed on all fours, feeling a trickle of semen emerge from my gaping tunnel and slide over my clitoris to drip onto the grass. Without any urging, another lad knelt behind me and fed his rock-hard erection into my waiting entrance ...

My knees were starting to ache by the time five of them had fucked me and spent themselves. There was a sizeable puddle of thick semen underneath me, and my labia were swollen and tender - they had not been used to such action latterly. I raised my head and saw Paul, my son, standing in front of me staring. His cock was reddened and ultra-hard.

‘Come on, don’t be the odd one out,’ I murmured. I wanted to feel him of all people inside me. He looked at me with an unreadable expression, then moved around behind me. Shortly I felt a cock slide into me, and my vagina grasped it eagerly.

‘Oh mum!’ he groaned. ‘Oh fuck!’ His hands clutched at my hips and he began to thrust furiously, desperately, driving his cock hard against my cervix. All his pent-up adolescent lusts seemed to be behind his relentless pistoning. I felt my orgasm swelling. He rammed an extra inch into me, almost painfully, and climaxed with a great shout. My orgasm exploded and my vagina spasmed around his throbbing cock, milking his semen remorselessly. Time seemed to stop as we pulsed together, mother and son, joined in congress ...

I stayed on all fours after he had withdrawn, panting, limbs aching, sweat cooling on my back, juices trickling from my gaping vagina. Eventually gentle hands helped me to stand, and I hugged their naked bodies gratefully.

‘Come on, we need a swim after that,’ I said, and they helped me down to the lake where we lay in the cool water. I could feel it rinsing away the contents of my pussy - making room for more, a little voice in my head whispered.

That seemed to be the general consensus too. After we had recovered somewhat, the lads carried me out onto the grass and dried us off. I was feeling relaxed and very horny, so I showed them how a woman could easily take two and three cocks into her at a time. With adolescent vigour, they were all hard again and this time could last much longer before erupting smaller but thicker gouts of semen inside me. They were all astounded at how easily my arsehole would stretch to accept their erections, and how it was just as well-toned and hungry as my cunt. On into the evening we fucked, in every combination we could devise. I even managed to get two cocks in my cunt at the same time, once the boys had overcome their reluctance to touch each other.

Paul kept his end up well - I was glad he had no inhibitions about fucking his mother in whatever way she suggested. I lost count of how many times each of them came. It was well into the night before I had drained all six of every atom of sperm they possessed and they were snoring, exhausted both physically and emotionally. I was feeling weary and tender but surprisingly wide-awake - and just as horny as ever. I lay on the grass and watched the meteors overhead and masturbated slowly and luxuriously.

It had been twenty years since I had had so much sex in one day - twenty years too long, I said to myself. I recalled my pre-marital career as a porn star - one of the best and most extreme in the business, I’m proud to say. Well, maybe I wasn’t too old to start again ...

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