**My Birthday Gift – Turning Mom Into a Gangbang Slut**

It was my 21st birthday, and I’d been planning this for months. Mom was always so shy—a conservative, church-going woman who blushed at the mention of sex. But I knew what she really was deep down. The way she’d linger too long when she hugged me, the way her hands sometimes trembled when she touched my arm. She wanted it. And tonight, I was going to make sure she got it.

I’d invited the guys over while Mom was setting up the cake. She thought it was just a quiet family celebration. But when the doorbell rang and five of my biggest, roughest friends filed in, I saw the way her breath hitched. She was in a tight sundress, her tits pressed against the fabric, her hips swaying as she moved nervously.

“Happy birthday,” she said softly, eyes wide as the guys crowded around her. I smirked and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close.

“We’re gonna celebrate my birthday the right way, Mom,” I growled, squeezing her ass hard. She gasped, but didn’t pull away.

The guys wasted no time. Hands were on her immediately, groping her tits, dragging her dress up. One of them—Jason—grabbed the neckline and ripped it down, exposing her big tits. Her nipples were already hard, her chest heaving as rough fingers pinched and twisted them.

“Oh my god—” she whimpered, but the protest died in her throat as I shoved her to her knees.

“Suck my cock, Mom,” I ordered, unzipping my pants and slapping my thick dick against her face. Her lips parted instinctively, her tongue darting out to lick the tip before she took me deep. The guys groaned, watching her choke on me, spit dripping down her chin as I fucked her mouth.

“Fuck, she’s a natural,” one of them muttered, already pulling his cock out.

Hands were everywhere. Someone yanked her panties off, fingers roughly spreading her pussy open. She was dripping, her cunt clenching around nothing as two fingers shoved inside her.

“She’s so fucking wet,” someone laughed, working her faster. Mom moaned around my cock, her eyes rolling back as they fingered her to the edge.

I pulled out of her mouth, watching the strings of saliva connect her lips to my cock. “Get her on the table,” I ordered.

They lifted her onto the dining table, spreading her legs wide. I lined my cock up with her pussy and shoved inside without warning. She screamed, back arching as I stretched her tight cunt, her fingers clawing at the wood beneath her.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” I grunted, slamming into her hard. One of the guys grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth onto his cock while another knelt between her legs, licking and sucking her clit as I pounded her.

Mom was a mess—moaning, shaking, her body giving in to the pleasure. The table rocked under us as I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass.

“She’s gonna cum,” someone said, his tongue still working her clit.

Mom’s whole body tensed, her cunt clamping down on my cock as she came, her scream muffled by the dick in her mouth. I didn’t stop—just kept slamming into her, feeling her juices coat my shaft.

“Switch,” Jason growled, pulling me out and shoving his cock into her used pussy before she could recover. She cried out, but her hips lifted to meet him, her body already craving more.

One by one, the guys took turns fucking her—her mouth, her pussy, her tight ass when she begged for it. I watched as Mom, the shy, reserved woman who used to scold me for swearing, became a depraved slut, taking cock after cock, her body covered in cum, her moans loud and shameless.

By the time we were done, she was collapsed on the table, her legs spread, her cunt gaping and leaking. I leaned down, licking a stripe up her stomach, tasting the sweat and sex on her skin.

“Happy birthday, son,” she whispered, her voice wrecked.

I grinned. “Best gift ever, Mom.”