A cuckqueen wife’s mommy fantasy

My wife, Sarah, 45, has always been a firecracker in bed, but her deepest kink came out a few years ago: she’s a cuckqueen with a raging mommy fetish.

The thought of me fucking older women—mature, experienced, motherly types—drives her wild. She loves watching, touching herself, and sometimes joining in, whispering filthy encouragement about “Mommy’s pussy” or “Grandma’s tight ass.”

At 51, I’m more than happy to indulge her, especially on business trips where opportunities seem to find me. This time, we were in Miami, and Sarah was tagging along, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. We checked into a swanky hotel near South Beach, where I was slated to oversee a software upgrade for a local firm. Sarah, with her curvy figure and mischievous grin, had already scouted the scene.

“There’s a senior women’s social club meeting in the hotel lounge tonight,” she whispered, her hand grazing my cock through my pants. “Mature ladies, probably 60s to 80s, all dolled up. I want you to fuck them, baby. Make Mommy proud.” Her breath was hot, her pussy already wet through her panties as she rubbed herself, imagining it. That evening, we strolled into the lounge.

The group was a mix of eight women, ranging from early 60s to late 80s, sipping martinis and laughing like old friends. There was Barbara, 68, a voluptuous widow with silver hair and heavy tits; Ruth, 72, lean and elegant with a sharp wit; Gloria, 80, petite but fiery, her lipstick bright red; and five others, including Linda, 65, a busty former nurse, and Evelyn, 88, frail but with a naughty sparkle in her eye. Sarah’s gaze was predatory, her hand squeezing mine as she whispered, “Look at those mommies. I want you in all of them.” I approached, charming as ever, offering to buy a round. “Ladies, mind if my wife and I join you? I’m Tom, just in town for work.” Sarah played coy, batting her lashes, but her eyes locked on Barbara’s cleavage. The women welcomed us, flattered by the attention. Conversation flowed—stories of their lives, their kids, their grandkids. Sarah leaned in, steering things dirty.

“Tom’s got a thing for experienced women,” she teased, her foot rubbing my leg under the table. “He says older pussy tastes better.” The group gasped, then laughed, Ruth smirking, “Well, he’s not wrong.” An hour later, Sarah had them eating out of her hand. She suggested we move to our suite for “more privacy.” The women, buzzed and bold, agreed, their eyes on me. In the elevator, Sarah’s hand was already in her panties, whispering, “Fuck these mommies for me, Tom.

Make me cum watching.” The suite was spacious—two king beds, a balcony, and a vibe ripe for debauchery. Clothes hit the floor fast. Barbara stripped first, her massive breasts swaying as she knelt before me, unzipping my pants. “Let’s see what you’ve got for Mommy,” she purred, her lips wrapping around my cock. Sarah moaned from the corner, her skirt hiked up, fingers deep in her pussy. “Suck him, Mommy Barbara. Make my husband’s cock wet.” Ruth joined, her lean frame pressing against me, her tongue rimming my ass with slow, expert licks. “Taste good, young man?” she teased, as Sarah whimpered, “Oh God, Mommy Ruth, lick his asshole.” Gloria, 80, was the surprise. She grabbed a hairbrush from her purse, lubed the handle with lotion, and handed it to Linda. “Fuck me with this,” she demanded, bending over. Linda, 65, slid the handle into Gloria’s pussy, pumping it as Gloria moaned, “Harder, nurse, fuck Mommy’s cunt.” Sarah was losing it, her fingers a blur.

“Yes, Mommy Gloria, take that toy. Tom, fuck her ass.” I obliged, sliding into Gloria’s tight, wrinkled asshole, her moans mixing with the wet sounds of Linda’s brush-fucking. Sarah crawled closer, her face inches away, panting, “Pound Mommy’s ass, baby. Make her scream.” Evelyn, 88, wasn’t left out. She lay back, legs spread, her sparse gray bush glistening as Ruth tongued her clit. “Eat Grandma’s pussy,” Evelyn gasped, and Sarah came hard, squirting on her hand as she watched. Anal was a group favorite. Barbara begged for it, her thick ass up as I fucked her hard, Sarah licking my balls from below.

“Fuck Mommy’s ass, Tom,” Sarah groaned, her tongue flicking Barbara’s clit. Linda took a turn, using a small wine bottle from the minibar, inserting it into her own pussy while Ruth rimmed her. “Stretch me, Mommy Ruth,” Linda moaned, and Sarah, rubbing herself again, cried, “Yes, Mommy Linda, take that bottle.” The mommy fetish fueled Sarah’s filthiest commands. She paired me with Ruth next, watching as I fucked the 72-year-old’s pussy while Sarah tongued her ass, moaning,

“Mommy Ruth’s holes are so tight for you.” The others joined in a chain—Gloria rimming Linda, Linda fingering Evelyn, Evelyn using a cucumber from the room service tray to fuck Barbara’s ass. Sarah orchestrated it all, her voice hoarse: “Fuck those mommies, Tom. Use their holes for me.” I came across Barbara’s tits, Sarah diving in to lick it up, kissing it into Ruth’s mouth. “Share his cum, Mommies,” she begged, cumming again as she watched. The women, sweaty and spent, laughed and praised Sarah’s “creative direction.”

As they left, Gloria winked, “Bring your wife back anytime, Tom. We love a good mommy party.” Sarah curled up against me later, still buzzing. “You fucked those mommies so good, baby. Next trip, I want more grandmas.”

I grinned, already planning the next adventure to keep my cuckqueen satisfied.