Group gift for the birthday boy's mom

Igor attended an Institute. The Institute was "prestigious," meaning the children of wealthy parents studied there. Many upperclassmen had their own mobile phones, and many were driven to the institute by personal chauffeurs. Igor didn't have a father; his mother had given birth to him at 20, and his father had abandoned them, so he didn't belong to the wealthy students of the university.

Now his mother was 39 years old; for her age, Maria Ivanovna Kuznetsova had maintained a slender figure, high breasts, a thin waist, and shapely legs. She taught at the university where her son studied. Therefore, there wasn't a lot of money at home. However, the teacher's son was accepted into the prestigious institute.

Due to his mother working at the institute and the lack of money, Igor wasn't popular in his year—he had no friends. Among the students, many guys had tried a woman by their 20s; Igor didn't have the money for that, so he was constantly bullied, humiliated, and called a mama's boy on his course.

His mother knew about the attitude towards her son, so one evening she said:

— Igor, your birthday is in a week, let's invite someone from your group.

— Mom, maybe we shouldn't? Igor asked uncertainly, suspecting his classmates might not come to visit him, and he was also embarrassed about the "uncool" apartment.

— Why not, what's wrong? Mom smiled.

— Well, I don't want to; they might not come to visit me.

— Don't worry, I'll make sure the guys come to you.

The next day, Maria Ivanovna entered their classroom,

— Hi guys, she addressed the students; everyone froze and started looking at her. Before them stood a sexy, tall woman dressed in a light summer dress. Her large breasts were noticeable under the thin chintz.

— My son's birthday is coming up, so we're inviting you to the celebration; refusals are not accepted. Maria Ivanovna smiled as she looked over her son's classmates, many of whom she had taught in their first years.

Igor blushed when his mom appeared. She's putting me on the spot in front of the guys again, he thought, feeling uncomfortable about his mom's appearance.

Rafik stood up from his seat—a guy weighing no less than 90 kg, 180 cm tall, the most brazen and strongest guy in the group; he constantly beat up and bullied her son, which Maria Ivanovna, of course, didn't know.

— Since you, Maria Ivanovna, are inviting us, we will definitely come.

— Good, smiled Maria Ivanovna—to Rafik, as she didn't know about the true nature of her son's relationship with this dark-haired guy.

When the birthday was approaching, Rafik met with his friends. Rustam asked if it was even worth going to Igor's birthday, what they would do there. Rafik said, we're definitely going, you saw what a cool mom he has.

— Yeah, his mom is alright, slender and kind. But so what?

— Such a kind mom might let us have a little fun with her. A friendly laugh echoed in the courtyard.

Some guys looked at Rafik uncertainly. But to refuse would mean showing cowardice and weakness. So the others started supporting the joke.

— Oh, with a mom like that, it'd be good to scratch our itch, she'd enjoy rubbing up against young guys. Rafik confidently swayed his hips.

— I studied under her in the lower years, she always gave me D's in Russian, we need to punish her for that, I'll stick something between her legs, after these words Rafik guffawed, and the four other guys present in the conversation also laughed.

— She's a blonde, and statistically, blondes give it up to guys more, she's already 39, imagine how many dicks she's had, a few more young guys will only do her good.

— But won't there be problems with her? We won't get kicked out of the university, or she won't run to the police?

— What, are you slow? An adult woman would never admit that young guys fucked her, she'd be ashamed, you see, that students came in their teacher's mouth.

After these words, all the young guys laughed, anticipating the pleasure the sexy adult woman—their teacher—would give them.

Some of the guys already had experience forcing adult women into sex; they often harassed their housemaids, boasting to each other about the wild stunts they pulled on them.

At the agreed time, most of the group, 23 people, came to the birthday party. Among those who came were 15 guys and 8 girls.

Many stood in the courtyard before coming in and drank beer. There, Rafik enlightened everyone about the genius plan; the girls agreed to watch. They didn't like the beautiful woman and were jealous of her.

In the apartment on the 4th floor, they were met at the door by Maria Ivanovna, who was smiling; today she wore a short blue dress with a deep neckline, from which her high breasts were visible. The skirt was about 10 centimeters above the knees. Black high-heeled shoes emphasized the slenderness of her legs. Maria Ivanovna tried to make the apartment look as festive as possible, attempting to hide the modesty of the furnishings.

— Please come in, get undressed.

In the doorway, Rafik lingered and gave Maria Ivanovna a languid smile.

— Good afternoon, he greeted her gallantly.

— Hello, Maria Ivanovna smiled at the guy, please come in.

Rafik lingered in the doorway, pressing against Maria Ivanovna and giving his comrades a meaningful look.

Maria Ivanovna looked at the teenager uncomprehendingly; did he really press against her, or did it just seem that way?

At the table, all the guys were looking at Maria Ivanovna, and the girls were giggling.

Rafik deliberately sat next to his teacher and, after two bottles of champagne, placed his hand on her knee under the table, and, smiling impudently, looked into her face.

Maria Ivanovna didn't understand what was happening at first, but when she looked at the smirking jerk sitting next to her, she understood the guy's brazen behavior. The woman was extremely outraged; she flushed with rage, which Rafik noticed and interpreted in his own way:

— It's all fine, Maria Ivanovna, don't be afraid, whispered the sexually obsessed guy into the ear of the woman sitting next to him.

Maria Ivanovna tried to discreetly push his hand away from the others, but instead, the guy's impudent hand moved the hem even further, reaching the elastic of her panties. Maria clenched her legs, but she couldn't remove the guy's hand; only by jumping to her feet did she manage to shake off his hand. The sexy teacher noticed that everyone sitting at the table was watching her struggle with the guy. She decided to extricate herself gracefully:

— I'll bring the hot dish now, and she went out to the kitchen.

Immediately, Rustam jumped up and followed her; in the kitchen, he saw his former teacher bending over the oven, taking out a dish, her buttocks rounding, showing a tempting spot for all men. Rustam rushed up from behind, close to the woman, wrapped his arms around her waist, and sharply pressed the woman's buttocks against his aroused cock. Maria Ivanovna cried out and tried to break free, but the guy held her body tightly; with his free hand, he squeezed her breast:

— Come on, little goat, don't kick, be nice.

After these words, rage flooded the adult woman; how dare this brat grab her, and even call her a little goat. Maria Ivanovna tried to hit the guy in the face with her elbow but missed; however, she managed to break free, and running out of the kitchen, she collided with Rafik, who was smiling contentedly as he watched Rustam paw at her. Rafik hugged Maria Ivanovna, grabbed her butt, and pressed her against himself:

— Come to me, sweetie, be good, we won't hurt you.

Rustam, who had run up from behind, grabbed her hands, pulled them behind her back, and the two guys together threw the woman onto her back on the kitchen table. Rafik shoved his hand between her legs and grabbed the elastic of her panties. After that, Rafik ended up between the woman's shapely legs.

— You want it, bitch? I'll stick a pepper in there right now.

— Hold the bitch by the hair, commanded Rustam.

Psychologically broken by such a sudden attack from the guys, the young woman couldn't put up a decent fight against the two rapists. The torn panties ended up in Rafik's hands, and he shoved them into the woman's mouth, while he unzipped his jeans and took out his bolt. Glancing down, the poor woman saw a huge, crooked cock. The 39-year-old woman had never seen such a cock before.

With a sharp movement, Rafik jerked Maria towards him and with a sharp thrust inserted his tool into her vagina.

— Take it, rough bitch, Rafik watched with pleasure as tears streamed from the woman's eyes, and her face contorted in a grimace of pain.

— No, no, let me go, stop.

At that moment, one of the girls peeked into the kitchen and began watching the events with interest.

Bending the woman over the table, Rafik began making strong thrusts, causing the lady's body to lurch forward. Rustam's muscular hands prevented her from falling off the table. With one hand, he held her by the hair; with the other, he painfully squeezed her breast, gripping the woman's nipples with his whole hand.

Realizing his mother was being raped in the kitchen, Igor tried to break through, but the stronger guys wouldn't let him, breaking his face. They stood in line for their teacher, whom they had turned onto her stomach, and each willing guy approached from behind and from the front, inserting their cocks into her.

After half an hour, the woman was carried to the bed in the large room, and the guys went for a second round. The girls watched the events with interest.

The student guests only left in the morning, taking turns raping the woman, eight of them, for over five hours.

In the morning, Maria Ivanovna didn't go to work, and Igor didn't go to the institute either; they transferred to study and work at another, more modest university. But the young rapists didn't leave them alone and more than once tracked down the young sexy teacher and mocked her, taking turns impaling the defenseless, intelligent woman on their cocks, but that's a completely different story.