A SURPRISING WIFE SWAP

A SURPRISING WIFE SWAP

My car was in my parents garage, and in the backseat was my fiance’. She’d started on 

her back, but was now rolled back onto her shoulder, as her legs were lifted into the air and 

placed on a pair of shoulders. One hand reached down her torso, looking for breasts that she 

happily exposed, pulling her shirt up over her tits and tucking it under her chin so gravity wouldn’t 

put it in her face. Legs in the air, she braced her toes against the roof of the car as her lover's 

tongue began lapping at the folds of her pussy. But this was just the warm up. 

At this point, it is worth mentioning that the guy licking my fiance’s pussy as she clumsily 

sought to free his cock from his pants while also needing her hands to keep her balance, wasn’t 

me. In moments, she would be grabbing a fistful of my Father’s cock… sort of. See, my real 

Mom hadn’t been with my real Dad for a while; however, she’d learned that, long after they were 

no longer an item, guys still liked how “forbidden” it was when she wore her rings. Something 

about that wedding band and engagement ring still being on a hand as that hand reached into 

their pants, well, it just fucking did it for people. Not all people, of course, but a lot of them. 

So, Mom had gotten kinkier and kinkier as she went down that rabbit hole, and her next 

several boyfriends were into it. Eventually, she found a guy that she liked enough to marry, but 

one of the things that had bounded them was their mutual loves of sex and kink. So, she not only 

wore my real Dad’s rings still, but, even married, she still fooled around on her new husband; but 

now, she had permission. They’d become swingers, and they had a super healthy and loving 

relationship. 

So it wasn’t really a surprise to me when, growing up exposed to that, and all the other 

kinky shit that my parents were into, I’d gravitated that way myself.

All that said, when my fiance’ and I showed up to a swinger event where, to my great 

surprise, we’d been paired with my Mom and Step-Dad, my gut reaction had been to call it a loss 

and walk away. Then I heard the most familiar voice in the world say, “Wait… don’t go.”; and not 

only had my mouth gone dry and my pulse started hammering, but my dick started to harden 

too. I turned back to my Mom and “dad”, my heartbeat so fast that I tried twice to speak and 

failed, and I was caught dead-to-rights by the sudden realization that I was SUPER sexually 

attracted to my Mom. 

It made sense of course. Half of what I knew about sex I’d learned from overhearing in my 

house growing up, and the other half I’d learned on adventures that I’d very much based on the 

things I’d overheard. I’d never really thought about it, but my Mom was kind of the center of my 

sexual universe. Then, she said don’t go, and as I turned to look at her, with her lovely hair, 

alluring eyes, flirty smile, and large breasts, I found myself going from a dry mouth to a salivating 

one. The heat in my head was climbing steadily, and like anyone confronted with an epiphany 

about a new kink, I felt like I was on a hair trigger for orgasming. 

Now, obviously, Mom and Dad knew who I was, and, from my writings, and her 

engagement ring, they knew about my fiance’ too. But, here is the thing, my fiance’ and I met at 

college, and had only known one another that first year. I only just proposed, and we agreed to 

spend time as a kinky couple before worrying about when to become a kinky married couple. So, 

the pretty little plaything on my arm had no idea that we were standing across from my real 

parents! Well, half of my real parents; but that is being picky. I called my Mom’s husband “Dad”, 

and while I mostly did it jokingly, it was a loving, we were both in on it, kind of joke. I had genuine 

affection for the guy.  

Of course, there is a difference between, “Hey, I appreciate that you make my Mom 

smile”, and, “Hey, wanna stick your dick in the woman I plan to marry?” That said… there is a 

reason that my fiance’ and I were at a wife swap and, as I looked at my Mom giving me the once 

over, and biting her lower lip, I was starting to wonder if I was willing to “trade” after all. 

    Right in that moment, my Mom looked at my fiance’, introduced herself and her husband by first 

names, and said, “I know we can come across as a little intimidating to new couples. We 

are older, pretty well known in the community, and then there's the little matter of our kinks.  So, 

before you decide to stay or go, you should know that, not only would this be a wife swap, but, 

we like to roleplay as parents too. So, if you come home with us, then…” The she looked 

between me and my future wife and, walking up to my wife, she took her hand in hers and, with a 

glance at her own husband, she gave her a naughty whisper, saying, “...Daddy would be dicking 

you down in the backseat of your fiance’s car.” She stepped back then, and gave my fiance’ a 

wink. I couldn’t help but notice that, all of a sudden, I wasn’t the only one who appeared to be 

blushing and at a loss for words. But, as my fiance looked at my Dad and licked her lips 

appreciatively, my Mom set out to finish her sales pitch by walking over to me, and taking my 

hand next. “And of course,” she began. “That would put you inside your Parent’s house… getting 

fresh with your Mom.” She let that sink in for a moment, but the level of heat and lust in the space 

we were occupying was growing by the second.  “Wouldn’t it?” She purred. 

    My fiance’ and I exchanged a look, but she was pleading for a yes with her eyes, and I, I 

couldn’t believe where I was standing, but at the same time, I desperately wanted to see if this 

could go all the way. The drive was almost an hour, but, even though I had the GPS on, I knew 

the way to my own house. We pulled into the garage, and my fiance’ and I parted ways. We 

started the “role play” almost immediately. Dad met us out at the car, I introduced him to my new 

fiance’, and we RP’d their first meeting a bit before he suggested that I go inside and help Mom 

out with dinner while he got to know my future wife better. 

    Of course, once I went inside, the roleplay was over for me. Because out in the garage, 

my fiance was about to fulfill a fantasy of hers that involved my Dad fucking her in the backseat of 

my car; and that wasn’t the half of it! Inside the house, I was face to face with my beautiful Mom. 

She was wearing a tank-top with no bra, and a tight little skirt that hit her about halfway down her 

thighs. My brain was dead set on being awkward, and then Mom smiled, unfastened something, 

and her skirt hit the floor. She was still wearing panties, but panties and a braless top on a 

woman with large breasts is uh, quite the look. I assure you. 

    Then Mom stepped up to me, a sultry smile on her face, and took me by the waistband of 

my pants so she could lead me to the living room. When we got there, she turned back to me, hit 

her knees, and pulled my pants down far enough that my erection was finally able to spring free. 

It almost smacked her in the face, but she just winked at me, and said, “I have some questions 

for you. Are you ready?” I gulped, but nodded. 

    A second later she reached up and asked, “Do you want to see your Mother’s hand 

wrapped around your cock?” And, even though it seemed impossible, the temperature in my 

brain rose even higher, and my cock bucked, and hardened even more. I tried to say yes, failed, 

and nodded again. Mom smiled at my reaction, and left her hand hovering for a bit. Just when I 

was about to ask after it, she grasped me, and forced me to shudder and moan. It was such a 

simple touch, but feeling her cool, delicate hand as it wrapped itself around my hardness had me 

panting in no time. 

    Then she asked, “Do you want to see your own Mother, your REAL Mother, with your 

cock in her mouth?” This time I skipped even trying to talk, and nodded fiercely, but that wasn’t 

enough for her, and she threw me for a loop when she said, “Nope, not good enough. So, I’m 

going to tell you the same thing I told your best friend the first time he ran into me at a fetish 

event…” She let that hang in the air mysteriously as I got a really confused look on my face. 

What? It took me out of the moment for just a second. But as I was thinking, ‘what could she 

have possibly said that was relevant to this.’, she finished her thought. “I told him, and I’m telling 

you…” Then she paused, and moved her face even closer to the head of my dick. She was 

looking up at me, her lips so close to me that I could feel her breath teasing me even as her lips 

teased me other ways. After what seemed like an eternity of tortuous waiting, she finished with, 

“... I want to hear you say it. Say,” And her tone changed to something more teasing as she said, 

“Mommy… please put it your mouth! I want you to suck my cock Mommy!” 

    I half moaned, half yelled the word “fuck” and bucked my hips so much that head of my 

dick actually bumped into my Mother’s full, soft lips and almost made it’s way into her mouth. But 

she just giggled at the accidental intrusion, leaving a tiny lipstick smudge on me. My head was 

reeling! Not only had my Mom, at the very fucking least, gone down on my best friend; but she 

had made him pretend to be me while she did it?!? I didn’t care what I took, I wanted this more 

than I’d wanted anything, fucking, ever! 

    I looked her dead in the eye, and with serious intensity I told her with absolute honesty, “I 

want you to suck my cock Mommy”. When I did, it was her turn to gulp. Her smile faded into 

something less playful and significantly more lusty, and with a hungry moan, she lunged at my 

cock and quickly swallowed me up. 

    I cannot explain how surreal it was, watching my MOTHER, greedily suck and slurp my 

cock as she moaned, and rubbed her pussy through her panties! She was a fucking goddess! At 

least, a goddess of blowjobs. She had me right on the edge in moments, but, thankfully, she 

walked me back some. Then she did it again, and again, and again. It was like she kept losing 

control and taking to me to the point where I was about to cum all over her, then she would 

remember that she wanted this to last, and help ease me back down again. 

But, as badly as I wanted to get to the next stage, and get to actually be inside of her 

(well, inside a different part of her). She smiled up at me at one point and said, “I’ll just bet 

you’ve been wanting to do THIS to me since puberty”, and then she pushed the head of my cock 

down, leaned in, and had me fucking her cleavage line with downward thrusts! It was too much! 

Within seconds I told her I was going to cum. I just fucking was, there was no ‘easing back’ from 

where that had taken me. 

It took a second, but Mom saw it too, and when she realized that I was going to cum, no 

matter what, she took my cock in hand and, looking up at me, she said. “What kind of cum 

crazy, cock obsessed whore would I be if I swallowed a hot load of my own Son’s cum?” Then 

she mentally braced, opened her mouth wide, and slid me all the way down her throat until I was 

balls deep inside my own Mother’s mouth. I started to rock and buck, not able to stop from 

cumming. I tried to warn her, “Mom! Fuck! I’m going to cum!”, But she just moaned, deep in her 

throat, and wrapped her arms around my waist. She grabbed my ass with both hands and held 

me to her, as I grabbed the back of her head, and began to fuck her throat as I orgasmed all over 

the inside of it!

    There was something freeing, and primal, and supernaturally intense about screaming 

“I’m cumming Mom”, and feeling her moan out little “yes” and approval noises as her throat 

milked me, and swallowed every drop. When it was done, I felt refreshed, and invigorated, but 

also completely spent. It was a weird combo. Like, the act had been intense, and energizing, and 

I wanted more; but I also felt like I just shot 2 weeks worth of cum and couldn’t possibly do it 

again. 

    I half crawled over to the couch and propped my back up against it. Mom, for her part, got 

onto her knees, lips her lips, and crawled after me in a way that, made me think I was very damn 

wrong about getting hard again. I was staring at her, mesmerized by how sexual and attractive 

she was. She was a whole new class of gorgeous. But as I stared, and wished I hadn’t ended 

things so soon, she asked me, “Aren’t you going to ask me if it was true?” At first, I didn’t know 

what she was talking about. But the moment understanding flashed in my eyes, she smiled, and 

continued. “About your friend? About him running into me at a fetish event? About he and I 

roleplaying that I was his Mother, and he was… well, you?” 

    I gulped. Mom’s tone was familiar to me, and she was leading me, not asking me for real. 

She cupped my balls gently with one hand, and with the other hand, she reached up and tugged 

her top downward, freeing one breast and exposing it to me. “Because it is.” She said with a 

wicked grin. She managed to free her other tit while still playing with my balls, then she moved 

her hand to my already hardening dick and, ever so gently, she played with me in earnest as she 

continued talking. 

“We slipped into a dark little hall closet. I don’t think he was supposed to be home, you 

see, the party was being hosted by his parents. But when he told me that he had not only lusted 

after me since he hit puberty, but his own Mother as well… I just couldn’t resist. Next thing I 

knew, we were in a closet and he was calling me Mommy while I sucked his cock. After that, we 

snuck back to his bedroom, talked about his fantasies for a bit, and then we role-played some 

more.” 

Mom was smiling at me, near topless, as she sat beside me and stroked me hard. I was 

having a pretty good day. “Then we talked briefly about either having me scold him about his 

room, and having him hatefuck me… which, had my vote. Or, having me praise some of his 

recent schoolwork, and give him a reward while confessing my, his Mother’s, lust. He was more 

in favor of that one, and it was his first time doing a Mom roleplay, so, we went with that.” Then 

she leaned in to whisper, and with her lips so close to my ear that it gave me a little shudder of 

pleasure, she whispered, “Then he fucked your Mommy…” 

Mom smiled, and stopped her tender handjob. Instead, she stood up, and got onto the 

couch. Then she laid down sidewise, propped one leg up, and pulled her panties to the side. 

Once she was in position, she asked, “Wanna know what that felt like?” 

A few minutes later I was holding one of my Mom’s legs up as I fucked her on our living 

room couch, and she played with pussy and told me how good my cock felt inside of her. She 

was SO verbal when her mouth was free! She described everything we did in vivid detail. How I 

spread her, how it felt, how my cock throbbed inside of her, and the places I was rubbing. She 

told me how hot it all made her, and how badly she wanted it. And of course, she never missed 

an opportunity to point out the depravity, the kink of the situation. It wasn’t just a pussy, it was 

“your Mother’s pussy”. It wasn’t just a pair of tits, it was “Mommy’s tits”. I lasted more than twice 

as long on the couch than I had in her mouth, but it was only because I’d already cum. Her pussy 

was tight, warm, and made of pleasure. Her tits were big, her legs were gorgeous, and her 

words drove me wild. In the end, I had a handful of her tits and I was squeezing, what I thought 

had to be way too hard, but she just moaned and told me to pinch her nipples too. I was taking 

her doggy style and screaming that I was going to cum again, but, just like last time, she just told 

me to cum inside of her; this time in her pussy! 

I came with another roar, as Mom orgasmed for what had to be the 6th time in 20 

minutes, then we both collapsed onto one another, panting, sweaty, and practically giddy. I 

honestly couldn’t hear for a minute, but as my hearing came back, I noticed clapping. I managed 

to look up and find that my Fiance’ and my Dad were in the room, and giving us applause. 

It had been an amazing experience, but uh, I still had some explaining to do. So, after we 

said bye to “the lovely couple”, and drove back home (the whole ride she raved about the 

experience); I had to find a way to tell her the truth. Which… took a few days. Plus, 

understandably, when I did tell her, she was pissed and weirded out about the reveal. The 

argument went on for a while, but I eventually won her over. I ended up breaking it down to, if we 

got married, we would have two sets of in-laws. 

When we visited her parents, it would be because we kind of had to, and we would spend 

the whole trip wondering how much her and her Mom were going to fight. When we visited my 

parents, it would be a sexual vacation where we had crazy amounts of fun, and got to play out 

her Daddy fantasies. It was pretty tough to argue against, but I sealed the deal when I pointed out 

that, it wouldn’t, actually, be role play. Once we got married, my Dad would be her Dad too… 

Then I painted a picture for her, of our wedding day, and how I wouldn’t be able to see her 

wedding dress, but “Daddy” could always swing by, hike up her pretty white dress, and fuck her 

like a slut before she walked down the isle. 

When she finished panting, she was much more on my side. Plus, it turns out that I was 

telling the truth. On the day of our wedding, my parents were, of course there. And though her 

parents didn’t know it, her “Daddy” had bent her over before the ceremony, and my Mom had two 

sets of wedding photos to treasure. The ones of the ceremony taken by the wedding 

photographer, and ones I took on my phone of the best man and I double teaming her in the back 

of the florists van. 

What I’m saying is… It's a pretty great life!