HOW DIRTY ARE WE TALKING?

HOW DIRTY ARE WE TALKING?

The beach was lovely, and we were on a family vacation… okay, sort of. My husband had invited 

our oldest Son, now 18, to come with us to a fetish event. Three days and nights of sunny 

beaches, private resorts, and the kind of crazy, kinky, sex that people could only seem to get up 

to when they gathered for that exact purpose. 

At first, I was very opposed. It just seemed so… I don’t know, bad! But the first time my husband 

put his hand up my blouse and aggressively kissed and groped me in front of him it was, very 

unexpectedly, hot. Like, really hot. And from the way he was watching us, and the impressive 

hard-on that was struggling against his shorts, he thought so too. So, slowly, I came around. I 

was really starting to enjoy teasing my Son. He was, I had to admit, a man now; and one I was 

beginning to see as very attractive.

We arrived a day early, but because we knew the families that would be hosting it, they let us 

stay at their villa, and use their private beach. I saw an opportunity to tease my Son a bit, and so 

when his Dad rolled over on the towel in between us and drifted off to sleep, I, very casually, 

removed my top to sunbathe. It was adorable, and fun, and kind of exciting watching my Son 

stare at my tits out of the corner of my eye, as he clumsily draped a towel over his erection to try 

to hide it. His expression was almost comical when I took my bottoms off too, and laid in the sun 

naked. 

After he’d stared with his mouth watering for a good 10 minutes I couldn’t help but laugh, and I 

warned him, out loud, that he needed to be prepared for a lot more than his Mom’s naked tits if 

he was going to attend these events, since, things get really dirty, really fast. Incredulously, he 

said “Well how Dirty are we talking here Mom, because I’m pretty sure that staring at your Mom 

naked is pretty high on the list of taboo’s.”

He sounded smug, and I didn’t care for it very much. Then, as if he heard the conversation and 

had been sent by the gods to provide understanding, our friends Dog, Beast, came trotting up to 

us. Now, my Son may not have known it yet, but Beast was a very special Dog, who’d had some 

very special training. 

So, all too happy to take the flirting further than I’d ever imagined, deflate my Son’s growing ego, 

and have some deliciously dirty fun all at the same time, I casually remarked, “Oh… at LEAST 

this dirty.” Then I whistled for Beast, gave him his command word, and spread my legs on the 

chair I’d been sunbathing in. 

Beast started like he always did. At first he came up to me, and began licking my pussy. It felt 

incredible as he lapped at me the way he’d been taught to by his “Mama”, my friend and our 

hostess for the evening. But as I glanced over in between quiet moans and saw my Son beat 

red, yet also gripping his cock through his swim trunks, I suddenly needed it to further. So I gave 

beast the follow up command, and a moment later he clumsily mounted me and began to rapidly 

fuck me. 

I was whimpering and moaning and trying my best to stay quiet, but Beast didn’t understand 

pacing or foreplay. He just fucked you, as hard and as fast as he could, for as long as he could. 

He was relentlessly pounding me and it was getting harder to see straight, let alone stay quiet. 

Still, I did my best, my pleasure only broken by a moment of shock and disbelief, as I glanced 

over my sleeping husband, and the chair on the other side of his towel, I saw that my Son had 

his cock out and was actively jerking off as he watched me get fucked by a dog! 

“Oh my God! Tell me you are NOT jerking off to your… Mommy!” I whispered with harsh 

surprise. I had thought that my choice of words would have snapped him out of it, but in his own, 

much calmer whisper, he replied, “Mom… the only reason I’m not begging to put this in your 

mouth while he fucks you is because Dad is in the way. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever

 seen!”

His words should have made me mad, instead they almost made me cum. I wanted to chastise 

him, to yell at him, to say, literally anything to him. But I couldn’t. I thought that I had done it all, but 

this was a whole new level of depraved and, slut that I am, I fucking loved it! I went from giving 

him coy looks, to biting my hand as I moaned and shook. My tits were quaking with the serious 

pounding that Beast was giving me and I ended up cumming before the Dog AND my Son! 

When it was all done, my Son was wiping cum off of himself with napkins from our picnic, and I 

ended up having to explain to him what knotting was, and why the dog was still inside me even 

after we were done. 

We’d managed to pull the whole thing off without waking up the hubby. But, whether my Son 

knew it or not, we were not done yet. The beach was supposed to be about me teasing HIM, but, 

I could not shake what he’d said to me. I decided, for certain, as we all got dressed for the party 

that night that I would kick start the whole event with a little surprise. I was going to end up 

dragging my Son and one of the other boys into a room at some point. I wanted, so badly, for my 

own Son’s cock to be in my mouth. I wanted to feel him throbbing between my lips, and look into 

his eyes knowing that he was watching his own Mother getting bounced back and forth between 

two cocks! 

I wasn’t just a slut, I LOVED being a slut. I loved making people shudder with pleasure at just the 

stories of the things that I’d done, and, knowing that this whole new, depraved, filthy avenue was 

sitting right in front of me… I couldn’t resist! I have always been both cock crazy, and a Mom. But 

starting that night, I was going to be a cock-crazy Mom!

So, later that night, I took tremendous sexual pleasure in looking up at my boy, and knowing that

 he was looking back at his sweet, loving, Mommy; as she licked her lips and stared back at 

him… her face covered in his hot cum.