If you had told Max Shelton just a month ago that in just a few short weeks he would stop a school shooting, get awarded an unlimited free-use sex pass, and go on to fuck his teachers and his bully’s mom—not to mention his own mom numerous times—he’d laugh you out of the room. If you had added that he’d also be dating the most popular girl at school, he would have had you committed. But that is the reality for Max.

The next morning, Max wakes up early, his dreams still hazy with images of the previous night. His impromptu session with Michelle Donaldson, his childhood crush, babysitter, and friend of the family, had been a dream come true. His sensual encounter with the book club moms and the family therapy fuckfest session only rounded out the most surreal month ever.

As he exits his bedroom into the hallway, Max hears his mom's shower running. He feels his cock stiffen as he decides to join her. He doesn’t bother knocking; the newfound openness of their relationship means that boundaries have become a thing of the past.

The bathroom is steamed up, the smell of his mom's favorite body wash filling the air. She is standing under the water, her body a mature canvas of soft curves and gentle lines. Her brunette hair was in a messy bun. She looks a lot like the actress Alberta Watson. He takes in the sight of her, feeling his erection grow even more.

"Morning, Max," she calls out cheerfully, not bothering to turn around.

"Hey, Mom," he says, his voice a little shaky.

He steps into the shower with her, the warm water cascading down their bodies. He grabs the soap and begins to lather her up, starting with her shoulders and making his way down her back, his hands lingering on her big, full breasts as he takes note of the water droplets collecting on her thick mommy thatch of pussy hair.

"So, how’s it going with your new girlfriend, Lindsay?" she asks, her voice casual as if this were any other morning.

“Fine,” he answers curtly as his erection starts poking his mom’s belly.

Brenda chuckles. "How are you managing to keep up with all the... extracurricular activities?" she asks, her tone playful.

"It's not easy," Max admits, his hands moving down to her round ass. "But I think I've got the hang of it."

"Well, just make sure you don't wear yourself out," she says, turning to face him. "Some of the teachers called this morning. They've requested you keep it in your pants until after school."

Max can’t help but laugh. "Alright, Mom. I'll try to control myself."

"So, Mom, speaking of school. The free-use program sent me this one-day guest pass for an adult male of my choosing. I want to give it to Jake."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really? You think he can handle it?"

"I know he can," Max says confidently. "Besides, it's only fair after everything he's done for me."

Brenda gives him a sly smile. "Alright, but remember, you're his guide. Make sure he doesn't go too crazy."

Max nods. "Don't worry, I've got it all planned out. We're going to have a Ferris Bueller's Day Getting Off," Max chuckles at his own ridiculous pun.

"Is it OK if I take the day off from school today, Mom?"

"You're insatiable," she giggles, reaching down to gently squeeze his thick shaft.

"It's all because of you," Max says, leaning in to kiss her. His hands explore her body, the soap making her skin slick and slippery under his touch.

The water washes over them as they kiss, their bodies entwined. Brenda's hand slides down to Max's hard cock, stroking it gently. "Just make sure he's careful," she whispers. "I don't want him to ruin everything you've worked for."

"I promise I'll keep an eye on him," Max assures her. "We'll just have a little fun; no harm done."

Brenda nods, though her expression is still wary. "Alright," she says, "but just this once. And you make sure that Jake understands the rules."

His mother playfully slaps his hand away from her breasts. Just remember, this is a privilege, not a right."

Max feels a jolt of excitement at the thought of sharing his newfound sexual freedom with his best friend. He knows Jake will be thrilled to have the chance to experience the same pleasures he has been indulging in.

Max nods, the soap slipping from his hand and landing between her legs, causing them both to chuckle. "I know," he says, bending down to retrieve it.

As he stands up, he finds himself eye-level with his mom’s pussy. He can’t resist. He leans in and kisses it softly, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of her. Brenda gasps, her legs trembling slightly.

The tension between them is palpable, their bodies so close. He can't ignore his erection anymore. "Mom," he begins, his voice tentative. "Do you think we have time for a quick fuck before you go to work?

“Oh my god, Max, really? Don’t you want to save some energy for your big day with Jake?”

Brenda looks him up and down, her eyes lingering on his cock. "On the rug?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Max nods, his heart racing.

"Fine," she says with a shrug, turning off the shower. "But you better make it quick. I don't want to be late."

They step out onto cold tile, a rude awakening from the warm water. Max takes her hand and leads her to the bath rug. She lies down, her skin glistening with water droplets. He climbs on top of her, feeling the heat of her body.

"So, did you do your homework last night?" she asks, her voice a mix of amusement and seriousness as he slides into her slick, warm, welcoming mommy pussy.

"Some of it," Max grunts, his eyes locked on hers.

"Well, don't let it get too out of hand," she says, her voice tightening as he begins to thrust. "You know how important school is."

He nods, his eyes never leaving hers. The sight of his cock disappearing into her hairy mom pussy is mesmerizing. Her body is different from the girls at school, more... like his mom.

"How was yesterday with that big meeting in the office?" he asks, trying to keep their conversation as normal as possible as he fucks his mom.

"Long," Brenda replies, her voice strained. "But seeing you like this makes it all worth it."

“Not as long as my big hard cock, Mom!” Max echoes proudly.

“You’re such a goofball, Max,” Brenda chuckles.

Max feels a strange sense of pride. He'd always been her little boy, but now, in this moment, he is the man giving her pleasure.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asks, his voice hopeful.

Brenda bites her lip, considering. "It's not the best idea, Max," she says, her eyes never leaving him. "But it's your pass. If you want to, go ahead."

The permission is all he needs. He feels his orgasm building, the sensation of his mom's pussy tightening around him driving him closer and closer to the edge.

"That’s it, sweetie; when you’re ready, let it all out, empty your balls into Mommy. You’re such a good boy..."

Max holds out as long as he can, his hips moving faster and faster. The world narrows to just the two of them, their bodies joined in a dance as old as time.

And then it is too much. He comes with a roar, his cum spurting into her warm, welcoming depths. They lie there, panting, their bodies entangled.

"Well," Brenda says finally, her voice a little shaky. "That was... interesting."

Max can’t help but laugh. "Yeah," he says, kissing her forehead. "It sure was."

They pull apart, and Brenda stands up, wrapping herself in a towel. Max can’t help but admire her naked body, the way the water droplets cling to her skin.

Just then, the bathroom door swings open, and in walks his dad, naked and proudly erect. "Well, well, well," he says with a chuckle. "You two are at it again."

Max's cheeks burn, but his dad's smile is genuine. "The early bird gets the worm, right?"

Tom winks and leans against the sink. "How do you do it, son?" he asks, his voice filled with both admiration and concern. "Your dick's going to fall off at this rate."

Max laughs nervously, his mom rolling her eyes. "It's just the hormones, Tom," she says, ruffling her hair with the towel. "It'll pass."

Tom chuckles and gives Max a playful nudge. "Just don't forget to use it wisely," he says, his expression turning serious for a brief moment. "And always make sure she's enjoying it."

Max nods, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and pride. His dad's openness about the whole situation is surprising but also reassuring. It’s like nothing has changed, except now, everything has changed.

Max grabs his phone and calls Jake, his excitement bubbling over. "Hey, man," he says when his friend picks up. "I've got a surprise for you. Don't bother coming to school today."

"What the fuck, Max?" Jake's voice is a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's going on?"

"I'll be over in a few minutes," his voice low. "You're not going to believe it."

"You have to tell me, man," Jake urges, his curiosity bubbling over.

"Nope," Max says with a smug smile. "You've got to wait until I get there."

The line goes silent for a moment before Jake speaks again. "Alright, but you better make it worth it."

Max winks at his mom, who rolls her eyes but can’t hide her smile. "Oh, you have no idea," he says, ending the call.

He throws on some clothes—a pair of baggy sweatpants and a loose t-shirt—and rushes out of the house, his heart racing with excitement. Max knows the series of sexual adventures in store will blow his mind.

When he arrives at Jake's place, his friend is already waiting on the porch, looking both nervous and intrigued. "Okay, what the hell is going on?" Jake demands as Max climbs out of his car.

"So apparently my little free-use pass comes with a 1-day guest pass for friends and family, you know, like one of those lounge club programs at the airport," Max begins, unable to contain his grin. "Well, I convinced Mom to let me give it to you for today."

Jake's eyes go wide like he just won the lottery. "Are you shitting me?"

“Dude, I will never forget this,” Jake says wistfully as he leans in for a bro hug.

"I know," Max says, holding up the pass. "It's all yours. Just follow the rules, and we're going to have the best day of our lives."

“A Ferris Bueller’s Day Getting Off!!” they both say in unison. Jake snatches the pass from Max's hand, his eyes scanning it eagerly. "Holy shit," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. "This is... this is insane."

They head into Jake’s room so he can finish getting dressed. It’s a typical teenage boy's mess: dirty clothes on the floor, posters of half-dressed models on the walls, and a faint smell of weed that Max is pretty sure is leftover from the weekend. The bed is unmade, the sheets tangled and stained with evidence of past conquests.

Jake looks like he hasn't slept, his hair sticking up at odd angles, and his eyes are bloodshot. He is wearing an old pair of boxers and a t-shirt that has seen better days, but the excitement on his face is unmistakable.

Just as they are about to get into the nitty-gritty of the day's plan, the bedroom door swings open and Ashley, Jake's mom, stumbles in. She looks like a sleepy goddess, her hair a mess but her face still glowing with a natural beauty that makes Max's heart race. Ashley looks like a younger Marisa Tomei, with her thin but curvy figure and dark, mysterious eyes. She is wearing a flimsy robe that barely conceals her B cups and has a cup of steaming coffee in one hand.

"What's all this racket about?" Ashley asks, her voice a mix of sleepiness and curiosity. She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes lingering on Max for a moment before flicking away. She had seen him last night, in the throes of passion with a group of equally desperate women at the book club. The sight of him now, looking so... innocent, brings a naughty smile to her lips.

"Max got me a pass," Jake says, holding up the card like it was a golden ticket to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. "It's like a get-out-of-jail-free card for sex."

Ashley's eyes widen. "Be careful with that," she says, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "I don't want you getting into trouble."

"Don't worry, Mom," Jake assures her, his voice thick with excitement. "Max will keep an eye on me. He's a pro at this now."

Ashley's eyes narrow, but she can’t argue with that. Max has indeed proven himself quite adept at navigating the school's free-use policy. "Alright, then," Ashley says, setting her coffee down on the dresser. "Before you go out and start... using that pass, I want to hear how you're going to approach the girls. You know, just to make sure you're being respectful."

Max can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Mrs. Evans," he begins, "I can assure you that Jake and I have a very respectful approach to this whole thing."

Ashley raises an eyebrow at him, and he realizes he'd just talked himself into a corner. "Okay, okay," he says, holding up his hands. "We'll show you."

Jake clears his throat, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "Excuse me, ma'am," he begins, his voice a poor impression of suave. "I've got this pass that lets me do whatever I want with you today. Would you be interested?"

Ashley rolls her eyes but can’t hide the amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. "That's hardly respectful," she says, her tone teasing. "Try again."

Jake takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Ma'am," he begins again, his voice a little more genuine this time. "I've got a special pass that allows us to share a unique experience together today. Would you be comfortable with that?"

Ashley nods, her expression a mix of pride and skepticism. "Better," she says.

Max takes a step forward, his cock still half-hard from his morning escapade with his mom. "Jake," he says, his voice firm. "You need to be direct. These ladies are giving us a gift. We can't waste it with awkwardness."

Jake looks at Max, then back at Ashley, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Mom, I mean ma’am," he says, his voice a little more confident now. "I know it's weird, but I've got this pass that lets me do whatever I want with you today. Could you, uh, suck my cock?"

Max can’t help but chuckle at Jake's bluntness. Ashley's eyes widen, and she glances down at her robe, which had slipped even further to reveal the top of her right boob. It’s a perfect handful, with a large, dark areola that makes Max's mouth water.

Her toes curl in embarrassment, the cute little daisies painted on her nails peeking out from her fuzzy slippers. Ashley takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"Jake," she says, her voice stern. "Is this really how you're going to use your pass?"

Jake looks at her, his cheeks flaming. "Mom, it's just... I mean, I don't know how to—"

"Jake," Ashley interrupts, her tone a mix of disappointment and exasperation. "Is this really the way you've been raised? To demand a blowjob from your mother in front of your best friend?"

Jake freezes, his cheeks burning crimson as he stammers, "Mom, I... I didn't mean..."

Ashley bursts out laughing—a rich, warm sound that fills the cluttered room. "Oh, relax, honey!" she says, wiping a tear from her eye. "You're overthinking it. Be more like Max—just enjoy the gift." She sets her coffee cup down decisively on Jake's cluttered desk, sending a waft of dark roast into the air. Without hesitation, she kneels on the worn carpet between discarded socks and video game controllers, her flimsy robe parting to reveal the smooth curve of her thighs and the shadowed cleft between them. Her fingers tug at the waistband of Jake's sweatpants, freeing his stiffening cock. "Best not to leave the house all pent up," she murmurs, her breath warm against his tip. "This way, you can take your time with the ladies."

Jake gasps as his mother's full lips envelop him, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his—amused, indulgent. The sensation is overwhelming: wet heat, the gentle scrape of her teeth, and the rhythmic bob of her head that makes his knees tremble. He can smell her lavender shampoo mixed with the musky scent of sleep still clinging to her robe. Droplets of coffee glisten on her collarbone. As she works him deeper, her free hand casually adjusts the robe’s collar, offering Max an unintended glimpse of her small, pert breast—its dusky nipple stiffening in the cool room air.

"So, Max," Ashley begins around a mouthful of her son’s cock, her words slightly muffled but conversational, as if discussing the weather. "Did Brenda finalize those PTA fundraiser plans? The email chain was endless last night." She pauses to swirl her tongue under Jake’s frenulum, drawing a choked moan from him before resuming. "I swear, if I have to sort another bake sale spreadsheet..."

Jake watches, dazed, as his mom’s cheeks hollow with suction. A strand of her dark, sleep-tousled hair stuck to her damp forehead. Her pinky finger, nails painted a soft peach, absently traces circles on his thigh while she deep-throats him with practiced ease. The absurd normalcy of it—the mundane chatter, the domestic mess surrounding them, the way Max leans against the doorframe nodding thoughtfully—makes his head spin. He can taste her coffee on his own tongue, phantom and bitter.

Max grins, crossing his arms. "Mom’s handling the silent auction items now. Said something about vintage wine donations causing drama again." He keeps his tone light and conversational, but his eyes track the rhythmic bob of Ashley’s head, the wet sounds filling the small room. "Mrs. Henderson tried to sneak in that boxed Chardonnay from...