Chapter 1 - Amanda's Mother

"Mo-o-o-m? What are you doing!?"

"Isn't that obvious? I'm fucking your little friend... Sorry, I don't think I caught your name."

"A-A-Ashley, ma'am."

"Thank you Ashley. I'm fucking your little friend... uhm, yeah, that's better... your little friend Ashley here."

"But we have to go! We're going to be late to the airport!"

"Nonsense, sweetie. I won't be more than another ten, fifteen minutes."

Amanda makes an exasperated sound, trying to think of something to say but she draws a blank. For a moment she just stares at her mother, then realizes she's watching her mom fuck one of her classmates from behind against their car and spins around. She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes and tries to erase the image of her mother's hips slapping against Ashley's tight butt, both of them with their shorts around their feet, her mother's long, thick cock going all the way inside with each hard thrust, then realizes not seeing but still hearing is worse and turns back. But then her mother has turned Ashley around and is holding her up by her legs as she fucks her against the car, their lips mashed together in a wet, hungry kiss.

"Oh, Mrs. Warner, that feels great!"

"Please, call me Jane."

Ashley actually giggles at that! Amanda can't believe her ears. She starts to stomp off but realizes she's still carrying her luggage so she has to go back and see how her mom pulls up Ashleys shirt and sucks one of her nipples into her mouth.

"Oh my god! Mrs... I mean, Jane! I- I think- I'm gonna- I'm gonna..."

"Not yet, Ashley. Don't cum yet."

Jane has Ashley pinned against the side window, the whole car rocking with each hard thrust of her cock into the sophomore's pussy. There's a small group of people watching and whispering, and Amanda's face burns. How can her mother embarrass her like this!?

She dumps the bags and turns when her mother's voice calls out.

"Don't go anywhere, Mandy. We'll be going soon."

She's a little winded, but otherwise you wouldn't believe she was balls-deep in a teen girl she was holding by her thighs as she fucked her against the side of a car.

"Little Ashley here is about to cum, and I don't think she'll keep me waiting for long once she's done. Will you, Ashley?"

"N-no, ma'am! I'll do- do whatever... you want... just - just let me-"

Amanda can't believe this! Her mother is fucking one of her friends right when they were supposed to leave, and she's the one getting scolded!?

Too exasperated to come up with a good comeback she just sits down on her duffel bag, wrapping her arms around her knees in an effort to shut out the sight and sounds of her mother's depraved behavior. Why does it always have to be like this? Why does she always have to fuck every single one of Amanda's friends?

"Oh god! Oh god! I'm - I'm cumming! Mrs. Warner, I'm cumming!"

A pat on her shoulder and someone clearing their throat makes Amanda look up. At first she thinks it's one of the professors who's there to admonish her for her mother's behavior, but then she recognizes one of the juniors from her building.

"You're Amanda, right? Amanda Warner?"

The girl looks strangely tense, even though she's smiling.

"Yes? And you're... Lucy, right?"

The girl relaxes a little and tosses her dark curls in a very endearing way. Amanda's heart sinks as she realizes what's going on.

"Could you... could you give this to your mom?"

Lucy thrusts a folded up note at Amanda who takes it before she has time to think. Behind her Ashley moans and cries out in an intense orgasm, on her back on the hood of the car now, continually begging Amanda's mother to fuck her harder, harder, harder!

"I guess so but-"

"Great! Thanks!"

Lucy flashes a happy smile and then turns to run off before Amanda can protest, leaving her with the glossy note clutched in her numb fingers. She turns it over and sure enough, there's Lucy's phone number.

Could this possibly get any worse?

She sighes, resigned to being known as 'Jane's daughter' all through college, just as she was in high school. At best. That's at least preferable to 'that futa slut's bitchy daughter' as the cheerleaders used to call her before her mother fucked all of them too. At least she assumes that's what happened, because even though they kept looking down their noses at her at least they stopped with the name-calling, and one time Lizzy warned off some jock who was being a jerk to her, and it sure wasn't for anything Amanda herself had done.

With dull eyes she watches her mother pull her massive cock out of Ashley's pussy, then start to jerk off over her. When she looks away she sees several more girls watching with flushed faces, at least one ripping out a page from her notebook and starting towards her, her eyes still fixed on Jane cradling her balls with one hand and stroking her cock with the other.

"I'm going to cum on you now, Ashley. Are you ready?"

"Yes! I'm ready, ma'am! Please cum on me!"

Ashley is rubbing her newly fucked pussy, her legs spread wide as she leans back on the hood of the car, her head raised so she can watch with glassy eyes as Jane strokes her cock.

Amanda tries to ignore the approaching girl by concentrating on the note Lucy gave her, and with a sinking heart she realizes it's not just a note. When she unfolds it she sees it's a printed out photo. Of Lucy. Topless. And she has just the kind of tits her mother likes, big and firm, with fat nipples and even goddamn nipple rings.

"Uhm, sorry to bother you but -"

Before the girl can say anything else Amanda puts her hand out and accepts the message. While her mother moans loudly as she shoots a big load of hot, sticky sperm over Ashleys slim body, another handful of girls come over with hastily scribbled notes bearing phone numbers, e-mail adresses, and a host of shameless suggestions. She collects them without a word.

When Jane finally stops pumping cum over Ashley, Amanda gets up and drags her bags over to the trunk of the car with a deep sigh, and when she goes to pick up her backpack she's treated to the sight of her mother wiping the last dribbles of cum on Ashley's thigh before helping her down from the hood of the car.

"Thank you Ashley. That was most invigorating."

She brushes Ashley's hair back and kisses her, not caring she's smearing herself with the cum spattering Ashley's body from the tops of her thighs to her collarbones.

"Yeah! That was great! I, uh, I hope you'll be back soon?"

Ashley fucking blushes as she stands there, newly fucked, body covered in cum, then giggles again as Jane pats her fucking head.

"When I come by to drop off Amanda after break."

When Ashley's face falls, Jane picks up her handbag and scribbles something on the back of a business card.

"But you can mail me here, and we can set something up. I assume you have a webcam on your computer? I'd love to see more of you."

Jane manages to make that sound both motherly and lewd at the same time - the latter isn't that hard since she's still bare from the waist down, her cock glistening with Ashley's juices, but how she manages to pull off motherly with someone she just fucked is something Amanda can't fathom.

"Sure! I'll, uh, send you something tonight!"

Ashley's smile is fucking adorable. Amanda feels sick to her stomach imagining what she'll be sending her mother, and knowing she won't have to imagine much since Jane don't seem to understand that having sex over the computer is something you should do in your own bedroom, preferably behind a closed door. Not, say, in the living room when your daughter is watching a movie on the tv with her friends.

While her mother wiggles back into her tight shorts, her cock clearly visible against her thigh and smears of cum on her top, then gets into the driver's seat while Amanda dumps her backpack in the back seat.

"Time to go, honey!"

Fuming over the fact that once more she's the one being scolded when it's her mother who's been behaving like an out-of-control fuck-slut, Amanda gets into the car beside her and silently thrusts the pile of come-on notes at her mother, the topless photo folded around the others. Her mother actually takes the time to look through them, making appreciative noises at the picture before putting the pile in her handbag. Amanda sighs with exasperation.

"Can we go now?! Please?!"

Her mother leans over to kiss her forehead, Amanda cringing to avoid getting cum on her, then starts the car.

"Don't worry, sweetie, we have plenty of time."

"I just want to go home. Please."

"Okay, sweetie."

As they pull out of the parking lot and Amanda finally begins to feel the embarrassment wash away, her mother speaks again.

"Oh, by the way, did I mention that, what's her name, that cheerleader girl? The blonde one? Rhonda, that's right, Rhonda. She called me the other day and asked if she could come over tonight and of course I said yes, so she'll be having dinner with us. I think her parents are out of town so maybe we should have her stay over? I know you'll be seeing your other friends most of the time, but she and I get along very well so you don't need to worry about entertaining her."

Amanda buries her face in her hands. Will this humiliation never end?