The Shower Gamble

The Shower Gamble

There are little risks, like mortgaging your house in order to risk it all at the roulette table in vegas, 

and then there are big risks, like the one I was thinking about taking. You see, about four hours 

ago, my Mom and I had started talking. It wasn’t a little, do your homework or else talk, but a 

huge, starting at 11pm and not ending until the wee hours of the morning talk about sex, kink, 

fetishes, and lifestyles. 

In the last few hours, I had learned that my parents were swingers, that my Mom Loved, with a 

capital “L”, sex; and that they’d been participating in the kinds of sex stuff that my friends and I 

had only heard existed because of the internet. Mom had figured, since I was over 18, and, since 

she’d found my incest porn… that maybe it was time that I had all the facts. Four hours and four 

glasses of wine later, and Mom was grabbing a quick shower before bed, while I sat on the 

couch with a boner that had been trying to break through my pants for about four hours. 

The thing was… I knew that Mom told me this stuff because she believed in up-front parenting, 

and honesty. I knew that she told me this stuff because, knowing what I was into, she felt it was 

wise to warn me about the things I might find out about on my own. And, I knew she told me this 

stuff because if I’d learned about it from a friend or a neighbor who spotted them at a swinger 

event or sex party, that I’d have felt betrayed. 

All that is well and good… but now, as I heard the shower start, I knew that it was a favorite 

masturbation spot of my Mother’s. Now, as the steam cloud grew, I knew that Mom was 

obsessed with cock, and loved being used, positioned, and made to pleasure others (especially 

in groups). I knew… that Mom had a fetish for younger guys, and thought that it was normal that 

young men fantasize about their Mothers… 

So… if I put it all together, I either had a very sexy, very sexual, very understanding Mom who 

was going to be raising my temperature with every glance and gesture for the rest of my life; 

or… 

I entered the bathroom quietly, and removed my clothes. As I did, my Mom’s steady moans 

came from the shower, where, I couldn’t be sure, but I think she was either sitting or laying down 

in (we have a very big shower, I just didn’t know why until the group sex part of the talk). 

As her moans continued, I entered the shower so that I would be standing behind her. She was 

naked except for a neck collar and some other jewelry that I hadn’t understood was meaningful 

before that night. 

She had the shower-head pulled down, and she was fingering herself as she was holding it over 

her pussy and using the pulsing water to help her get off. She had her eyes closed, and she was 

purring with pleasure in ways that were making me even harder than I already was. 

I watched for several minutes. I couldn’t help myself. But when I finally worked up the courage, I 

let my voice be heard. “Looks like you're having fun there Mom”, I announced, and she yelped in 

surprise and instinctively reached up one arm to cover her breasts with. She blurted out my first 

name with, what sounded like real surprise in her voice, but I’d been listening when she was 

talking before, and so I continued on, doing my best to control the situation. 

“Mom, you look sexy as hell! But from everything you’ve told me tonight, you want a lot more than 

just some shower-head. That’s not enough to get you really going, not if you’re being honest, is 

it?” I did my best to fake confidence, and it helped that she hadn’t killed me yet. She looked at 

me, still covering, but her face took on this look; and she pursed her lips in a way that said that 

she was curious where I was going with this. So, before she could accuse me of wasting water, I 

did my best to clear up any lingering confusion. 

“I have a Mom fetish, and you have an everything fetish. So why don’t we put all the bullshit 

aside? We both know that if you want to have a proper orgasm, you need to feel like a slut. And if 

I’m going to get rid of this hard-on, that YOU gave me…” I said, grabbing it and wagging it for 

emphasis.  And when I did, a woman who’d been gangbanged on multiple occasions blushed for 

me while I did so. “... then my ‘go to’, is also going to be you… acting like a slut. So…” I said, 

doing my best to breathe. “... I think you should keep going with that shower head. But while you 

do, I think you should use those beautiful lips of yours, to do the sluttiest and most depraved 

thing you’ve ever done in your life. And that’ll solve both of our problems.”

I was pretty sure I’d tripped over my words, and said some stuff wrong. And I was hoping that my 

red face was being blamed on the hot water. But when Mom slowly moved her arm away from

 her breasts, and put her hand on her hip to ask me, “Is that what you think now?”. I knew exactly 

what to do next. I stepped towards her, took her head in my hands, and pushed my cock into my

 own Mother’s mouth. And when she gave a shocked squeal at my actions, I doubled down,

 saying; “That’s it Mom. Show your Son what a Slut you can be”. 

And when I did… 

She MOANED!

She reached up her free hand, cupped my balls, and nudged me into a better position. 

A minute later, she was holding the shower head with one hand, fingering herself furiously with 

the other, and I was supporting her body as she leaned wayyyy back so that I could fuck her 

throat as deep as I wanted. 

When I told her I was going to cum, she reached one hand, up and back, and grabbed my ass, 

pulling me towards her so I couldn’t back away. She forced me to fuck my own Mother’s throat 

hard and fast until I was shooting my load down it! The whole time she was moaning, and 

writhing, and working herself over with her hand and the water from the shower head. 

When it was all over, she finally let me pull my cock free from her hot, wet, mouth, and she gave 

the head of my cock one last little lashing flick of the tongue as I pulled free. 

Then she just looked at me, and smiled, as she made me wait while she got herself off another 

two times before finally pausing and moving to turn the water off. As she dried off, she handed 

me a towel so that I could do the same. 

She told me that I’d surprised her, and that, this HAD NOT been her intention when she told me 

those things. But, she’d also added that she’d been impressed with just how well I’d been 

listening, and doubly impressed that I’d managed to turn that knowledge into something useful by 

getting her to go along with, “my little scheme”. 

A little later, as I was getting ready for bed, Mom slipped back into my room wearing a nightgown, 

sat on the edge of my bed, and gave it a little pat for me to come and sit beside her. “So…” she 

began. “About tonight…”. And, of course, I’d been expecting something like this. At least, I 

thought I was. But no sooner had I braced myself for a gentle let down, than Mom started telling 

me that, I’d been right about how slutty she felt giving me, her own Son, a blowjob. Then she 

added that, because of how the night started, and her confidence in her own skills, she was 

pretty sure that she knew how I felt about it too. But, just to be sure, she paused for a moment 

after she said it; giving me a knowing look, and practically daring me to contradict her. 

I didn’t, and when I didn’t, she gave an approving smile, and said, “Well then…”. She went on to 

tell me that, as crazy as she and Dad got, she wasn’t sure that this was something he would 

approve of yet, and so we needed to stay quiet while she tested the waters with him. 

I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but I was pretty sure I liked where this conversation was 

going. Then, as if she was reading my mind, Mom said that tonight's talk went so well, that she 

thought that she and I should have another, “late night session” tomorrow night too. And, just in 

case I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, as she left the room she added; “Oh and honey? For 

tomorrow's talk, make sure you have your phone (camera) with you. Now that we are doing this, 

I absolutely NEED to know that you have a picture of your dear sweet Mommy with your Cum on 

her face!”. 

Then she shot me a wink, and went to bed like nothing happened. But one thing was definitely 

about to happen that no one could have predicted. Because my Mom sitting down to have a talk 

with me about my incest porn was about to lead to my having WAY better incest porn!