Narcotic Voyeurism

So what happens when Mom works out an arrangement for her daughter to have a sleepover with 2 female friends, but at the same time have 3 older guys join them for the night. The girls might like it, but the guys’ cocks made Mom like it even more.

“Mom, can the Willis brothers come to my sleepover?” asked 14-year-old Jamie. Her mom began to laugh.

“Honey, sleepovers are usually just for girls.”

“But we’ve known those boys forever, and I really like Karl. He is SO cute!”

“I like Karl too AND his older brothers . . . but do you think Katie and Erika would want them to sleep here . . . with you girls?”

“Absolutely! They think Kevin and Dan are REAL hunks anyways and how cool would that be if they could stay overnight as well?” Shelley suddenly began to daydream . . . as she secretly imagined her young daughter kissing Karl (her first kiss) and watching his little pecker grow inside his shorts and maybe even be pulled out and displayed for her daughter’s inspection. Just the thought made her want to rub her pussy, but with her daughter standing right there . . . she elected to wait.

“Well . . . I could call over to Sally and see if she would let her sons attend but more importantly, find out if they are even interested in coming to a sleepover with 14 and 15-year-old girls.”

“Awesome! You’re the best mom ever! Let me know,” said Jamie as she left the kitchen. As Shelley fantasized in even more lewd details about what her daughter had just shared, she watched Karl cut the lawn next door without a shirt on. His upper body muscles were glistening with sweat and the handsome boy caused her body to overheat with the prospects of him and his older brothers staying overnight at their house.

Her husband was at a two-week workshop in London, England and she wondered whether she would be able to recruit the three boys and possibly satisfy her own carnal cravings for them at the same time. As she walked into the kitchen and was about to call next door, the phone rang.

“Hello?” she responded.

“Hi, Shelley . . . do you think my boys are old enough to stay home by themselves this weekend?” she asked. Shelley’s pussy began to quiver and moisten listening to the question she was being asked.



“Ah, I think so. But I can’t believe you are calling me, because as strange as it may sound, Jamie has asked if your boys can come over on Friday night and uhhhh . . . attend her sleepover? I know it sounds strange . . . and she invited two of her girlfriends over as well.” On the other end of the phone, she heard Sally laughing.

“Times are changing aren’t they? I would not have had the balls to ask my mom something like that when I grew up. But maybe this arrangement can work out for both us. How about if I suggest to the boys that they hang out over at your place with your crew on Friday and maybe sleep on the living room floor . . . and then maybe you could check in on them here on Saturday for me? They are good guys . . . and I don’t think they will be a problem.”

“They have always been very respectful to me and I would be happy to have them over. How about if you propose that arrangement to them . . . and call me back?”

“Excellent. I’ll get right back with you, because otherwise I will probably have my sister stay with them,” said Sally as she hung up the phone. As strange as it seemed, the first thing Shelley thought about . . . was the bottle of Viagra in her medicine cabinet. She and her husband enjoyed his long lasting erections he had whenever they used the drug before lovemaking.

How great would it be . . . to have the Willis brothers . . . sporting huge cocks inside her house at the sleepover? She could just imagine sympathetically having to help them with their erections and the embarrassment they would have with the three teen girls who would be watching their bulging organs throughout the night.

Hmmm . . . would it be better to put some tablets in a punch? Or maybe just straight . . . by making them think it is just an energy pill? And what about the girls? Do I just let them be themselves or wickedly . . . would it be more arousing to give them a little enhancement as well? Her lewd thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the phone rang.

“Hello,” she responded.

“They LOVE the idea Shelley, which surprised me. I think Karl has a crush on Jamie, so he did some lobbying with his brothers. Who are the other girls who will be there?”

“Katie Jenkins and Erika Johnson who I think are a year older than her. She’s always liked being with older kids anyway.”

“I’ll ask the boys if they know those two. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I’m relieved that my boys will be in your hands for the next couple of days.” As Shelley hung up the phone, a wicked grin came on her lips. Little did her friend know, what she had just said . . . HOPEFULLY would be the case . . . especially with HER hands and MOUTH on THEIR cocks. Not to mention the matching naughty outfits she had already purchased online ahead of time, for the girls to wear . . . later in the evening.



Viagra Sleepover Punch . . . Starts the Action

Shelley knew the boys liked raspberry lemonade so just before they arrived, she went to the medicine cabinet in the master bedroom and placed several of the magic blue tablets in the punch bowl and began to stir in the lemonade she had made earlier. She knew some women and girls also were aroused by Viagra, so she decided that everyone would benefit with a glass or two to begin the action. She also had a back-up plan with a tube of Maxoderm Connection . . . but that would be a backup plan for the girls, if they didn’t react to the blue tablets.

The girls arrived first. Katie and Erika must have emailed or talked to each other ahead of time, because they were dressed identical. Both had on Levi Daisy Duke shorts and light blue tube tops that showed off their developing bodies. Katie’s breasts were small . . . almost like two oranges and Erika’s were about the same size. Both girls had their blonde hair in ponytails. Her daughter came racing down the stairs as she heard them arrive, coincidentally wearing the same outfit, but her titties were slightly smaller than her friends.

Immediately, the girls complemented each other on what they were wearing with hugs and screams but Shelley soon realized as they danced around . . . that none of them had elected to wear bras . . . and already Jamie’s nipples had begun to poke out the front of her top.

As the merriment continued in the living room, Shelley elected to quickly change her own outfit, by wearing a thin pink halter top (less her bra of course) and her shortest pair of shorts. She had a small figure with 32B breasts and a cute pair of hips to match. As she came down the steps, she paused to listen to the girl’s conversation:

“So are they going to sleep in the same room as us?” asked Erika.

“Time will tell . . . you little hussy,” said Katie. “Depends upon whether you keep your top on or not?” The girls all laughed at her remark teasing each other.

“How about me? My boobs are pretty nice; don’t you think?” said Jamie.

“They look great . . . but pull that top back up before your mom sees you,” said Erika. Shelley was aroused that her daughter was that comfortable flashing her titties to her friends. She hoped everyone would be in that mood shortly.

“I’ll bet Karl would LOVE to see those tits,” teased Katie.

“And maybe even rub and pinch them too!” offered Jamie as she plucked at her nipples, making them go stiff before pulling her top back up.

“Girl, you are going WAY too fast. But maybe . . . we can get the guys to do some mountain climbing later. I love to have my titties touched and squeezed . . . but gently,” said Erika and everyone cracked up again. Their conversation was interrupted by knocking at the back door.

“I’ll get it!” yelled Shelley as she passed the den where the girls had gathered. As she approached the door, she looked out and was startled to see that Kevin and Dan had grown so much. Each of the boys were dressed in a tight fitting tank top and Board shorts (the kind with Velcro fly’s) of various colors. They were also carrying along sleeping bags and pillows. Shelley nervously opened the door.

“Hi Mrs. Carter, how have you been?” said Karl opening up his arms and giving her a hug. Shelley deliberately rubbed her tits across the boys’ chest as she returned his embrace.

“Good to see you. The girls are in the den. Hi Kevin . . . aren’t you growing up,” she said and without hesitating she welcomed the 17-year-old boy the same way.