Bethany Carter had always been the hottest mom on the block. At thirty-eight she still had the body of a woman half her age—full, heavy tits that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist that flared into wide, fuckable hips, and an ass so round and soft it made men (and her own son) stare. Tonight that ass was barely covered by the tiniest French maid costume she could find.
The black satin dress stopped mid-thigh. The white lace apron was pure decoration. Fishnet stockings climbed her long legs and clipped to a garter belt that left her bare cheeks completely free. No panties. No bra. Just her big pink nipples poking through the thin fabric every time she moved. A tiny white lace headband sat in her long dark hair, and five-inch black heels made her walk with that slow, slutty sway she knew drove everyone crazy.
She was throwing a costume party. Not a cute little get-together— a full-blown, liquor-soaked, anything-goes party slut night. And Bethany had decided she was going to be the star attraction: the French maid party slut who served drinks, bent over, and let every guest stare at (and maybe more than stare at) her body.
Her son Alex was twenty and home from college for the summer. Tall, strong, quiet. He had her dark eyes and that same hungry look she saw in the mirror when she was alone with her vibrator. Lately the tension between them had gotten thick. He watched her. She knew it. And she liked it more than she should.
“Mom… Jesus.” Alex stood in the kitchen doorway as she finished tying the little apron. His eyes locked on her bare thighs and the way the dress barely covered the bottom curve of her ass.
Bethany turned, smiling that slow, dangerous smile. “Too much?”
“You’re gonna start a riot.”
“That’s the point, baby.” She poured him a shot of whiskey and pressed it into his hand, letting her knuckles brush his. “Tonight Mommy’s the party slut. You gonna help me serve?”
He swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
The guests started arriving at eight. Neighbors, a few of Alex’s friends, some of Bethany’s wilder girlfriends, and a handful of men who had always wanted a piece of the local hot mom. Music thumped. Bottles opened. And Bethany worked the room like she was born for it.
Every time she bent to pick up a glass, the short skirt rode up and flashed bare, smooth pussy lips. She caught Alex watching every single time. When she served drinks she leaned so far forward her heavy tits almost spilled out of the low neckline. She let hands brush her ass. She laughed when someone slapped it. She was the perfect French maid party slut—flirty, dirty, and getting drunker by the hour.
By midnight the living room was a haze of bodies. Bethany was dancing in the middle of the floor, skirt flipped up so everyone could see her bare ass and the wet slit between her thighs. One of Alex’s friends had his hands on her hips, grinding against her from behind. She looked over her shoulder, found her son’s eyes across the room, and mouthed, “Watch Mommy.”
Alex’s jaw was tight. His cock was a hard outline in his jeans.
She slipped away from the dance floor and found him in the hallway.
“You mad?” she whispered, pressing her soft body against him.
“You’re acting like a whore.”
Bethany’s smile was pure sin. “I am a whore tonight, baby. Your French maid party slut. Does it make your cock hard watching Mommy get felt up?”
He didn’t answer with words. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the laundry room, shutting the door hard. The music still thumped through the walls. She was shoved against the washing machine, his mouth crashing onto hers.
“Fuck, Mom—”
“Yes,” she gasped, already pulling at his belt. “Yes, baby. Touch me. I’ve been wet all night thinking about you watching.”
His hand shoved under the tiny skirt and found her dripping pussy. Two thick fingers slid straight into her heat. Bethany moaned loud, not caring if anyone heard.
“You’re soaked,” he growled.
“Because I’m a dirty mom who wants her son’s cock.” She freed him—thick, hard, already leaking. “Look at this big boy. Mommy’s going to ruin herself on it tonight.”
She dropped to her knees right there on the laundry room floor, French maid skirt riding up over her ass, and took him into her mouth. She sucked like a professional, wet and loud, tongue swirling under the head while her hand stroked the base. Alex fisted her hair, the little white headband crooked now, and fucked her throat.
“Jesus Christ, Mom… your mouth…”
She pulled off with a string of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “Mommy’s mouth, pussy, and ass are all yours tonight. I’m your personal party slut.”
He hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the washing machine. The cool metal pressed against her nipples through the thin dress. He shoved the skirt all the way up, exposing her perfect round ass and the glistening pink of her cunt.
Alex rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself, then pushed in slow and deep.
Bethany’s moan was filthy. “Ohhh fuck yes—fill Mommy up. Harder. Treat me like the French maid whore I am.”
He started pounding. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the small room. Every thrust made her heavy tits bounce and swing. She reached back and spread her own cheeks, giving him a better view.
“Harder, baby. Mommy’s a party slut. She can take it rough.”
Alex growled and really started fucking her—deep, punishing strokes that made her see stars. One hand stayed on her hip; the other reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. Bethany came hard, pussy clenching and gushing around him, legs shaking in the fishnets.
He didn’t stop. He kept railing her through the orgasm until she was babbling.
“I want your ass,” he said suddenly, voice rough.
Bethany’s whole body shivered. “Yes. Take it. Mommy’s virgin ass is yours. Make it yours.”
He pulled out, spit on her tight little rosebud, and rubbed the head of his cock against it. She was so turned on that the first thick inch slid in easier than either of them expected. Still, the stretch burned deliciously.
“Oh my god—Alex—slow… it’s so big…”
He went slow, inch by thick inch, until his hips were flush against her soft cheeks and every inch of his cock was buried in his mother’s ass.
Bethany’s forehead pressed to the washing machine. Tears of pure pleasure stung her eyes. “Fuck… Mommy’s ass is full of her son’s cock. I’m such a dirty French maid party slut…”
He started moving—long, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge. The tight heat of her ass milking him was insane. He reached under her and played with her clit again while he fucked her forbidden hole.
“You like Mommy’s ass?” she gasped. “You like claiming your party slut mom?”
“Love it. Gonna fill this ass up.”
“Do it. Come in Mommy’s ass. Mark me. I want to feel you dripping out of me when I go back to the party.”
That did it. Alex slammed deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her bowels. Bethany came again just from the feeling of being filled, her empty pussy clenching on nothing.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, a thick white stream of his cum leaked from her stretched asshole and ran down her inner thigh over the fishnets.
Bethany straightened on shaky legs, smoothed the tiny French maid skirt down, and fixed her headband. She looked thoroughly fucked—lips swollen, mascara a little smeared, cum still slowly dripping from her ass.
“I’m going back out there like this,” she whispered, kissing him soft and filthy. “Still full of my son’s cum. Every time someone looks at my ass they’ll be looking at the place you just claimed.”
Alex’s cock twitched again. “You’re insane.”
“I’m your mom. And tonight I’m your personal French maid party slut.” She cupped his face. “This isn’t over. After everyone leaves… I want you to fuck my ass again. Harder. Longer. I want to walk funny tomorrow.”
She slipped out of the laundry room and back into the party like nothing had happened—except the faint shine of cum on her inner thigh and the satisfied, thoroughly used look in her eyes.
The rest of the night was pure torture for Alex. He watched his mother serve drinks, dance, and flirt with everyone, knowing his load was still inside her ass. Every time she bent over he saw the faint wetness. Every time she caught his eye she mouthed “later.”
Guests finally started filtering out around three a.m. Bethany locked the door behind the last one, turned, and leaned against it in that tiny French maid costume, looking like pure sin.
“Everyone’s gone, baby.”
Alex was on her in two strides. He picked her up, carried her straight to the living room couch, and laid her down. The little dress was yanked off completely this time. She was left in only the white lace headband, fishnet stockings, garter belt, and heels—completely naked otherwise, big soft tits free, pussy shiny, and her well-fucked asshole still slightly open and leaking his earlier load.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up so she was face-down, ass-up on the couch, and buried his face between her cheeks. He licked her dirty hole clean, tongue fucking into the place he’d just come, tasting himself and her. Bethany moaned like a whore and pushed back against his mouth.
“That’s it… clean Mommy’s used ass. Then fill it again.”
He did. This time he fucked her ass slower, deeper, more deliberately. One hand reached under to finger her dripping pussy while his cock stretched her back hole. The dual stimulation made her come three times in a row, each orgasm making her ass clamp down so tight he almost lost it.
“Talk to me,” she begged between moans. “Tell me what I am.”
“You’re my slutty French maid mom. My party slut. The hottest fucking mom who’s ever taken her son’s cock in her ass.”
“Yes—more—”
“I’m going to fuck this ass every night for the rest of the summer. You’re never wearing panties in this house again. Every time you bend over I’m going to shove my cock in you. Mouth, pussy, or ass—I don’t care. You’re mine now.”
Bethany came so hard she screamed into the couch cushion, body shaking, juice gushing down her thighs onto the fabric.
Alex finally let go, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her ass with another massive load. When he pulled out this time, cum poured out of her in thick white globs, dripping onto the couch and her stockings.
He collapsed beside her, both of them sweaty and wrecked. Bethany crawled on top of him, straddling his hips, and kissed him deep.
“I love being your dirty secret,” she whispered. “Your French maid party slut mom who lets you ruin her ass whenever you want.”
Alex’s hands squeezed her soft cheeks, feeling his own cum still leaking out of her. “We’re not done tonight.”
She smiled that wicked, loving smile. “Good. Because Mommy’s still horny. And this party slut has more holes that need filling.”
They moved to her bedroom. For the next two hours Alex fucked every one of them. He made her ride him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappear into her ass. He bent her over the edge of the bed and railed her while she stared at herself in the mirror, French maid headband still crooked on her head, calling herself every filthy name he wanted to hear. He made her beg for it. He made her thank him every time he came inside her.
By the time the sun started to rise, Bethany was a thoroughly destroyed mess of sweat, cum, and fishnet stockings. Her ass was red, puffy, and leaking from three separate loads. Her pussy was swollen and used. Her makeup was destroyed. She looked exactly like what she was: a hot mom who had spent the entire night as her son’s personal French maid party slut.
Alex pulled her close under the sheets. She nestled against his chest, one thigh thrown over his, still feeling him drip out of her.
“We’re doing this again,” she murmured sleepily. “Next weekend I’m wearing the outfit for you only. No party. Just you and Mommy. And I want you to film it.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Whatever you want, Mom.”
Bethany smiled against his skin, already planning the next time she would put on that tiny French maid dress, drop to her knees, and let her son turn her into his favorite party slut all over again.
And deep inside her thoroughly fucked ass, she could still feel him.
Exactly where she wanted him to stay.
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