The Whore at the Party
The Whore at the Party I had asked Mom to be my date to a Halloween party that my frat brothers were throwing, and, she had to admit, it took courage. Her face showed right away that she respected my honesty, and was a little proud of me. You see, Mom and Dad were very kinky, and they’d confessed to me, when I came of age of course, just how “bad” they really were. Once that was done, it had been a huge weight off of their shoulders. They’d stopped having to hide so much, and, long story short, their little boy quickly learned what a flirtatious little slut his Mom was. She’d confessed that she’d been worried at first, but later told me that my wandering eyes and tenting pants had told her that I was, uh, let’s say, less than traumatized. In fact, judging by my laundry, Mom actually told me, to my face, that she’d determined that I’d actually started masturbating a LOT more often since I’d started watching her flirt and start casuall...