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When I turned 18, I had the realest talk ever. It was part confession, part real talk, and it honestly 

came across as kind of accusatory. It turned out, I had been holding my parents back, and 

making them look rude, by being under 18; and now that I was old enough, I needed to stop. 

Which… okay? 

So, they basically told me that they were swingers, they were kinky as fuck, and they had been 

attending all of these get togethers and party’s at other peoples houses, people in their various 

kink groups, for years. But, they never invited anyone over, because they had a kid, and it did not 

look great for them when that excuse lasted more than a decade. But, now that I was 18… 

They told me that they were having the party, and that I didn’t have to move out or anything, but I 

did either need to head out for the night, or put a sign on my door.

The reason for the sign? Why, so I wouldn't have a bunch of sexy horny people stumbling into 

my room looking for someone to have sex with of course! Yeah… I, uh. I don’t think my parents 

had considered that an 18 year old male who masturbated no less than twice a day, and usually 

more, might actually be interested in NOT putting a sign on their door. But, I figured better to ask 

for forgiveness than permission. 

So, I gave my blessing, apologized for ever being under 18 (which made them laugh), and they 

set it up for two weeks later. 

Two weeks later…

I waited in my room for well over an hour, with a sign on the door, just like Mom and Dad had 

asked. Then, after I could clearly hear that the party was in full swing, I left my room; which they 

had not mentioned I couldn’t do… 

The party managed to be shockingly intense, and yet still somehow less than I expected. Like, 

you give a teenager 2 weeks to picture peak debauchery and their mind wanders so far it dips 

into the impossible. So, my kitchen was still just my kitchen, and not a revamped dungeon filled 

tentacle beasts having their way with captured princesses… which was a let down. But at the 

same time, there was this intense, I don’t know, sort of intimacy to how close and real it all was. 

Like, no one was chained to the wall, because the wall didn’t have chains. But at the same time, 

there was this woman who was being bent over my couch and getting a slow, hard, fuck from 

behind. Her tits were huge, her hair was long and beautiful, and she had intense eyes. I know 

that she had intense eyes, because she caught me staring, and in reply she stared right back, 

and smiled. 

I had never seen someone who was enjoying me watching them get fucked by a stranger and it 

was just, wow. It was getting awfully hot in my house and it had nothing to do with the 

thermostat.  

I saw some crazy stuff. Not like, tentacles or torture crazy, but, in person, a dozen random 

people pairing up and openly fucking, sucking, stroking, kissing, and spanking all over the house 

that you grew up in is a lot. Like, I eat on that counter, but now my sexy neighbor, whom I have 

both called Auntie, and jerked off too in the past, was laying on it and getting eaten out by a guy 

that definitely wasn’t her husband! At one point this curvy, sexy, short girl came up to me while I 

was watching someone getting flogged on my stairs and getting off on it. She put her hand on 

my chest, told me I was cute, and asked me if I’d like a kiss. 

I uh, I nodded. I mean, it was my first proposition of the night and she was definitely hot. But 

when she got up on her tiptoes and pull my lips down into hers by tugging on my shirt, the kiss 

she gave me was just, so fucking hot. Like, same as any other guy about to go to college, I 

thought I was pretty good at sex based on what I’d experienced so far, but this woman knew 

more about using her tongue during a kiss than I felt like I knew about fucking EVERYTHING. She 

left me breathless, smoldering, and so hard I thought I might cum soon after just 5 or 10 minutes 

of making out at the bottom of my stairs. 

Then she just pulled back, smiled, said something like, “not bad kid”; and shot me a wink before 

taking her place to be the next person who got their ass whacked with a cane. Turns out I was just 

the appetizer while she waited, and honestly, I was A-O-Fucking-Kay with that. Except that, now I 

was really struggling to walk. Like, it was all just hot at first. But now I was flushed with heat, 

overwhelmed by a ton of new fantasies and kinks that I never knew I had, and my balls were 

achingly full. 

So, I excused myself around the nice people beating each other to orgasm with sticks, and 

made my way towards the upstairs bathroom. 

The door was closed, but then, all the doors were closed. My understanding was that, aside from 

my parents bedroom, and the hallway itself, the upstairs was mostly off limits. So I moved past a 

couple that was aggressively moving from, making out against the wall, to fucking against the 

wall, in record time, and slipped inside the bathroom. I had to move quickly, and I ended up 

closing the door behind me a split-second before the couple in the hall switched sides, and 

banged against the other side of the bathroom door. That was where I found myself facing a 

perfect little ass wiggling in my direction. Sitting on the edge of the tub was a guy I didn’t know, 

but he had a head cloaked in long black hair bobbing noisily in his lap. When he saw me standing 

there, he gave a laugh and said, “looks like we’ve got company”. In response, the woman 

moaned, reached a hand back, and gave her ass a loud, smack! She let her hand linger after the 

stinging slap, and gave her butt a playful squeeze for me. She was still wearing a top of some 

kind, and her bottoms were, uh, creative.It was sort of like underwear, but it opened around her 

ass and exposed ALL of her ass and pussy to me. But then it came together a few inches down 

her thighs, and became these long, black, fishnet stocking type things. Those ran down past her 

knees, but starting just below them they became obscured by the knee high, heeled boots that 

she was wearing. 

She looked sexy as hell.But the thing is, and this may sound strange, but when she reached 

back with her left hand and slapped and grabbed her ass...I recognized her wedding band. I 

know, they mostly look alike. But, I don’t know, there were little scratches, dark spots, loops of 

metal, or placement on the finger that could make you recognize one if you’d seen it often 

enough, and I’d been looking at that one my whole life. I may not have recognized my Mother’s 

naked ass bouncing in front of me, or her pussy, the lips wet with anticipation. I did not recognize 

her voice from the lewd moans or desperate slurping noises that she’d been making; or even her 

long auburn, almost black hair as it bobbed up and down in a strangers lap. But now that I’d seen 

her ring, I could finally, “see” what was in front of me, and what was in front of me was my 

Mother, the swinger, sucking dick and unknowingly putting on a show for her Son. 

Fun fact, they do not teach you how to react to that in school. 

So there was Mom, loudly sucking this guy off while she tried to tempt me with her ass and 

pussy because she hadn’t seen me yet. Then the guy shouts “fuck!”, as the couple on the other 

side of the bathroom door starts heating up and really rattling the thing, and a moment later I 

realize that I’m watching him cum down my Mom’s throat now, as she sucked, swallowed, and 

moaned approvingly. 

Now, don’t judge… Remember, I was there because I was ready to fucking burst! Then I walked 

past sexy kissing lady as she got off on being punished, drifted past couples fucking, got pinned 

in a bathroom with a beautiful woman giver her mouth to one guy and offering me the rest, and 

as that was happening a couple was starting to loudly fuck each other up against the door that I 

was leaning on. So… I took my dick out. I had too! I was gonna fucking die if I didn’t free it! 

Which, while easy enough to explain now, seemed impossible to explain when my Mom turned 

from the guy she’d just been going down on, a giant smile on her face, and looked over her 

shoulder to find me standing there with my cock in my hand, positioned a few inches from her 

exposed ass and pussy. I would have loved, in that moment, to explain all the circumstances that 

led me to that moment, but instead I just kind of fumblingly said, “I just really need to cum. Like, 

badly. Sorry…”

Mom’s smile went from happy and slutty, to that sort of “Mom is amused”. Like, that look that 

Moms get when you would totally be in trouble, if they didn’t think that what you did was so 

interesting that they were too impressed to yell at you; you know that one? Well, I was getting it, 

followed by a, “Really now?”. And, it was super awkward. Because I had a RAGING hard on, and 

was desperate to cum, but my beautiful, sweet, loving Mom, with her normal Mom voice, was 

saying a really normal thing while a guys spent dick bucked, post-orgasm, a few inches from her 

face, and she was bent over and dressed like a whore. My brain was definitely getting some 

mixed signals. The most disturbing of all being that Mom looked just, so fucking hot. Like, I hate 

to say it,but now that I’d seen my Mom dressed up like a whore, I was pretty sure I was going to 

be masturbating to it from that point forward, and that was a fetish I didn’t know I had until that 

moment. 

Mom got this pensive look, like she wasn’t sure what to do with me. I thought that her just 

standing there well I was forced to show her how hard she was making me and I died of pent up 

sexual energy would be a pretty intense punishment, but after a second, she whispered 

something to the guy she’d just gone down on and he got in the tub after saying okay… Then she 

got up, wiped some cum off of her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, and then licked it 

off… 

A second later, she smiled at me, and told me to step back. I tried, but I bumped into the door 

that the couple on the other side was still, also, actively “bumping into”. Then Mom stepped up to 

me, practically naked from the waist down, and looked me dead in the eye. I thought she was 

going to chew me out or something, but her skin was touching the head of my dick and I was 

just, fucking melting inside at how good it felt. 

Then, Mom smiled again, turned around, bent over, and said, “Now step closer”. I was already 

brushing her ass cheeks with my dick, and I wanted to be like, “I can’t!”. But I was already in so 

much trouble, and I was so horny, it felt so good, and it was so hard to think. I tried to step closer, 

and as I did, Mom bobbed her ass down slightly, pushed it back, and then brought it back up! The 

effect was that she pinned me to the door, and wedged my cock between her ass cheeks so that 

only the head was peeking out the top.

The couple on the other side of the door was screaming and moaning. Mom started bobbing her 

ass like a stripper giving the worlds greatest lap dance, and I felt myself building to orgasm 

before I even knew what the fuck was happening! The guy in the tub was a stranger to me, and I 

probably wasn’t supposed to say anything, but my breathing was getting quicker and quicker, 

and I was on the edge, but somehow still climbing. I started to say, “Mom… Mom, I’m. I’m going 

to…” 

But she just smiled this seductive, and knowing smile. Then she shushed me gently, saying, “I 

know. I know. It’s okay. Just let it go sweetie. Let Mommy stroke that cock off, and you just cum 

all over my ass. It’s alright”. 

And she just kept grinding that perfect little ass up and down me, until my pleasure built to a 

breaking point and I started shooting hot cum all over my own Mother! I was grunting, and 

swearing, and moaning, and she just smiled, and cooed, and said things, “Oh my goodness!”, 

and “So much cum for your Mother!”

I didn’t realize it at the time, but the guy in the tub had to have been even more surprised than I 

was at what he was getting to see, and he jerked himself to a second orgasm in record fucking 

time. When it was all over there was cum all over the tub, all over me, all over Mom’s ass, and all 

over the floor. Mom traced a finger up her thigh and over her ass, and brought her finger to her 

lips, tasting my cum as I stood there with my jaw dropped. She laughed playfully at my reaction, 

and then wet a face cloth that she used to clean herself, and then me. 

The guy in the tub made a comment, and Mom, again just as playfully, threw the face cloth at 

him and told him to clean himself up. She added that she’d already cleaned him up once already, 

and I swear to god I thought that if I didn’t get out of that bathroom fast, I was going to get hard all 

over again. 

After a few seconds of Mom staring at me expectantly, I realized that not only was I still blocking 

the door, but at some point the pounding on the other side had stopped. So I apologized and 

quickly pulled up my pants before opening the door to let everyone out. 

But before Mom left, she pressed her body into mine again, and pushed me up against the door 

frame. Then she whispered in my ear, “Honestly sweetie, that was hot! So while I definitely 

wasn't expecting to run into you tonight… thee uh, the party runs for several more hours, and I 

would not be opposed to the idea of you and I ending up another room together.” Then she took a 

step back, blew me a kiss, and wandered off towards the sounds of sex and loud music. 

She walked away from me with the world's sexiest sway of the hips, and headed downstairs to 

the party. I didn’t know what to do! I mean, that was my Mom! Honestly, I was a little scared that if 

I went downstairs after a bit and went looking for her, that I would find her with another guy again. 

And what if it was even worse? What if she was getting spanked, or caned, or was with multiple 

people and I was left just… watching her? 

I didn’t know the answer to any of those things, and I sure as hell didn’t know how to react to 

“Mommy” being a sudden object of intense lust for me. But I did know that I could not get the feel 

of her skin rubbing my cock out of my head for even a second, and, if her invitation was in any 

way shape or form real, then I desperately wanted to feel the inside of my Mother’s body. 

So, after about 5-10 minutes of nearly hyperventilating from hornyness in my room; I 

straightened up, mustered my courage, and headed back downstairs to the sex party. And this 

time, not only was I not trying to avoid my parents… I was actively looking to fuck one!