The Hair Color Misunderstanding

The Hair Color Misunderstanding

The color of my hair had never struck me as so important before. I mean, I changed it often 

enough, and always to suit what I liked, never anyone else. But, for no particular reason, I’d been 

blonde for over a year, and suddenly, that mattered. 

You see, my husband and I are swingers, and frankly, we are very popular ones. We are 

members of every club within driving distance, supporters of the community, and highly active 

participants in just about everything fetish. Yet somehow, with all of that, I still didn’t think about 

the hair thing until it was too late. 

Of course, I am leaving out one, teeny tiny, highly important detail. That detail being that my 

oldest Son, 19 now, had been a part of those same communities for the last year. 

It made sense… I mean, at a certain point, we couldn’t keep it from the kids. So, they got just 

enough information to keep them out of trouble, or out of embarrassment, or, at the very least, 

enough to keep them from being caught off guard. 

When my oldest boy was just shy of 17, I had to tell him everything. I hadn’t wanted to, but 

then… In his class, there was this kid that had been held back a couple of times. “Behavioral 

problems”. And so, one day my husband and I are at a fetish event where everyone is dressed 

like a video game character, and after taking a rather impressive load to the face and tits, I looked 

up to see my Son’s trouble making, but technically 18 year old friend pointing his recently spent 

dick at me. Needless to say, we locked eyes, had a moment of recognition, and before I could 

say anything, he blurted out “Oh Fuck!” and stroked himself to orgasm all over again. I’d call it 

impressive if I hadn’t been so shocked. 

So, before my Son heard it in the locker room, I had to take him aside, and tell him exactly just 

how down and dirty his Mom got on the weekends (and some weekdays), and that, one of his 

buddies had kind of, sort of, maybe, definitely gained some first hand knowledge of it. 

Worst of all? It had been hot. Like, really hot. I mean, he was an 18 year old bad boy with a big 

dick, and now he was worshiping me like I was a goddess. I mean, I got the goddess thing a lot 

if I’m being honest. After all, I had big tits, a pretty face, and I genuinely enjoyed being people's 

most depraved fantasies. Those are qualities that make making friends easy in certain circles. 

Still though, you drop all that in a horny young man’s lap, and he’s going to have questions. Lots 

of questions! Two fucking years worth of questions! And then, inevitably, he turned 18 and one of 

his questions was, “Can I go to one of these events too?”. 

I know, crazy. A horny teenager who wanted to be surrounded by horny women with naughty 

fetishes. But believe it or not, it was true. And it was kind of hard to say no when not only had I let 

his friend cum on his Mother (more than once), but while he may have been the first kid from my 

Son’s class to turn 18 and seek me out, thanks to his “behavioral issues” and his inability to keep 

his mouth shut; he hadn’t, exactly… been the last. 

So, where was I? Oh… the hair thing. 

So, yeah. My Son, my Husband and I all went to the same fetish events, but, obviously, our Son 

avoided us and we returned the favor. It was easy enough. How do you not recognize your own 

Son? 

About that…

The party I was at was getting wild, and for me, that is saying a lot. I had been charming these 

two very large biker men while my husband watched from a distance. Then a group of my Son’s 

friends came up, and started trying their best to seduce me. Which, I often have fun going along 

with, but now the guys I’d already been chatting with were taking insult to the intrusion. Like, they 

were acting like they were genuinely mad, and bordering on getting violent. 

Now, for the record, as a community, we don’t tolerate that. But I wasn’t prepared to accept them 

being ostracized for kicking the crap out of these kids if step one in that process still involved 

them kicking the crap out of these kids! So, I soothed some egos, stroked some… pride. And 

next thing I knew both groups were sharing me in a lovely compromise. 

Well, it got crowded, and there were quite a few people involved. Including, as always, a few 

stragglers who hadn’t been invited originally, but that no one had told “no” to either. For my part, I 

was MORE than okay with it. 

I thrived in that kind of situation. I was playing the slutty Mommy for the boys from my Son’s 

school, the naughty wife for at least one of the stragglers (and my husband of course), the whore 

for one of the bikers, and the whore whose son was watching for the other (which surprised me, 

but I enjoyed nonetheless). 

At first, it was a ton of fun thinking up just the right slutty thing to say to each person without 

breaking the game for the others. But after a good half-hour, I stopped seeing as many faces that 

I recognized, as, group after group made me air tight, and slid cocks into my every hole! 

Maybe, maybe… there was a moment of warning or two. But I missed them all. I was too busy 

making a game of forcing each cock that I sucked to go off well before the man who owned said 

cock, wanted it to. A task that was made both easier and more difficult by the fact that each time 

I grabbed a new cock and dragged its owner willing towards my mouth, at least one other person 

was behind me and doing their best to, not only fuck me, but also to out-fuck every man who’d 

ever come before them. 

Finally, after at least an hour, maybe two; I noticed that I’d nearly conquered them all. The boys 

had been the first to cum. But unlike the men, they’d all come back for seconds. I looked around 

with a mouth full of hot cum, and noticed that there was no one to show it to. There was the guy 

giving me a fantastic fuck from behind, and a couple of guys who’d pulled back and were jerking 

themselves off so they could cum on me. But no one was trying to get access to my ass or my 

mouth right at that moment. 

So, as a little reward for the stud who’d been giving it to me so good for the last 15 minutes 

straight, I had him pull out, and then I turned around, and hit my knees in front of him. I knew he’d 

be seeing me at my gangbang best, and I also knew that people who participated in gangbangs 

happened to LOVE that. So, I did my best to smile up at him with cum still in my mouth. I had 

cum splattered all over my big tits, and dripping off the ends. I had cum on my ass, and running 

down my legs. It was on my cheeks, and my lips, splashed into my hair here and there, and 

hanging off my chin. 

And that wasn’t all. I’d been fucking, sucking, and getting fucked for at least an hour, and it 

showed. My hair was wet with sweat and cum. My lipstick had been smeared away and 

reapplied at least three times. My outfit was torn in all the right places, and I had a group of guys 

still around me, cumming on me one by one as I held my mouth open and smiled up at him. 

The perfect gangbang whore… looking up at her Son....

It turned out, that my Son had long used the blonde hair I’d adopted for a PowerGirl cosplay over 

a year ago as a way of spotting me in crowds. And since he didn’t know that I’d dyed my hair 

black the day before the event, he didn’t recognize me. He just saw a busty slut, surrounded by 

men, and moaning for more. 

So there he was, standing over me, cock in hand, staring into his own Mother’s lovely eyes, as 

her pretty face dripped with hot cum. 

I didn’t know what to say. That’s a nice cock? Oh honey, why didn’t you ever tell Mommy you 

could fuck so good? Nothing seemed to really fit. 

Then I saw him, panting, looking down at me, his dick in his hands; and he must have made a 

decision. Because he started stroking himself again, and let me tell you, it was surreal! 

My Son was standing over me, making eye contact, and jerking his big cock with every intention 

of cumming on me! And as I kneeled there, shocked, I realized how I must have looked in that 

moment. I mean, fuck. If I’d had a cock, I probably would have jerked off to me too! 

So, I decided that if I couldn’t be his innocent Mom for him, right in that moment. Then I could at 

least be his dirty whore.. And as I remembered that I’d been playing Mom for several men that 

night, and that none of them were going to talk for fear of ruining their future chances… I realized 

that I could be a little of both. 

So I swallowed the cum, and made a point of showing him the before and after. Then, when I 

was done, reached up and gently cupped his balls for him. As I did it, I gave him a little moan of 

approval before asking him, “Did you like that sweetie? Did you like making Mommy into your little 

Gangbang Whore? Yeah?”

He was getting close, and at that point, I was enjoying this at least as much as he was. So I kept 

it going.Playing with his balls, and egging him on. “Did hearing all those stories about your friends 

cumming on your Mother’s face and tits make you hard? Hmm? Did it make you jealous? Do you 

want to do it to? Is that it sweetie? Did you want to feel those big balls slapping into me from 

behind, and then put me on my knees and cum on me?”

His hand went from jerking off speed, to losing all control speed as he gripped it as hard as he 

could, and jerked it as fast as he could. I’d have taken in my mouth and brought him to paradise, 

but something told me that there was more truth to my words than I’d intended. So I just knelt 

down in front him, smiled prettily, and held my tits up and together so he had his choice of 

targets. Then, I let him hear how much I wanted it, as I half moaned, and half begged for him to 

do. “That’s it sweetie. I want it honey. I want you to. Cum for me baby! Cum on Mommy’s face! 

Cum on my tits! Give me all that hot cum!” 

The moment was perfect except that anyone who hadn’t cum yet, came in that moment. And so 

my Son’s load was joined by several others, and I wasn’t sure if that was what he’d wanted. 

Much later on, I asked my husband to drive home on his own, or pick a partner to go home with, 

and he understood. I got a ride with our Son, and with it some time to talk. We drove home for 

about an hour, and he explained that he really hadn’t meant to do it, he just didn’t recognize me 

when so many of my features were lost in the shuffle of bodies, and, add to that my hair being 

“the wrong color”...

In fact, he’d actually looked around the room to make sure I wasn’t there before joining in the 

gangbang, so it wouldn’t be, “weird for me”. 

But, of course, I got him to go with a “but…” and an, “and…”. And eventually he confessed that 

while he didn’t mean to start it, he had really, really, REALLY enjoyed how it ended. That got a 

smile from me. And I was all too happy to tell them that I understood, all of it; and that I’d actually 

figured most of it out for myself by the time we got to the car. 

That said… I then put my hand on his knee, and as I spoke, I very slowly, and deliberately moved 

it ever upward. Until I was cupping, and groping at his cock and his balls through his clothes. 

Then, as he moaned, and squirmed, and shot me sideways glances full of lust and questions. I 

told him that, while he hadn’t meant to do it, he’d wanted to. And that I felt bad about how it all 

played out. 

After all, he hadn’t been able to enjoy the reality of what was happening until it was almost over. 

That hardly seemed fair… To give it your all, and be the person who got the least out of it? No. 

That was something that I could fix. So, I explained to him that while this couldn’t be a regular 

thing, at least, not so publicly (too much risk). We could definitely arrange a do-over. 

With that, I had him pick five friends, and invite them over to play video games in the basement 

next weekend, while I served snacks. Then, of course, I would come down, playing the dutiful 

and loving Mother, and with a few key words, and a few thoughtful gestures, I would seduce the 

lot of them. And then my Son would get to take part in, and appreciate the taboo of, a gangbang 

with me from moment one. Not just a surprise ending, but a full-on, getting to live out a fantasy 

Scenario!

The day before the event, I walked in on him in the shower, and told him that I needed to make a 

small change to our plans. That I needed him to invite 6 or 7 boys, and not just 5. When he 

asked why, I took a moment to reply, and, stepping into the shower, I joined him under the hot 

water. 

Then I grabbed hold of his already soaped up dick and explained it to him. “Because baby. Your 

Mother has 3 holes, and 2 hands, and that’s five. So…” I said, as I began to stroke him while 

standing in front of him and reaching one hand down between us. “...if you are really going to 

whore your own Mother out, and see me at my dirtiest. Then there needs to be more cocks than 

I have room for. They need to be waiting in line for it. You need to be able to look me in the eye 

while I’m double penetrated and getting my tits fucked when I tell you I want MORE. You need to 

see your Mother’s pretty face when she’s stretching the inside of one of her cheeks out with your 

friends cock, because she needs him to cum so she can fit the next one in. To really get the full 

experience that you missed out on, you’ll need to see them so desperate for my attention that 

they are willing to shove two cocks into the same hole, just to be inside of me. And, besides 

baby… the more cocks, the more cum. And, be honest, you liked seeing Mommy all covered in 

cum that night, now didn’t you?”

“Oh and sweetie? One last thing…” Then I gripped his cock in my hand as tightly as I could, and 

began jerking him as hard and as fast I could. “When you and your friends gang up on me, and 

start giving it to your Momma good… I want you to do it just like this. But HARDER!”

And when he cried out for me and splashed my stomach with warmth that had nothing to do with 

the shower, I knew I had my answer. So I licked my hand clean in front of him. Rinsed off, and 

went back about my day; knowing how much I had to look forward to the next day.