RiskyVenture

  CONTEXT “Send me a really really dirty picture!” I called after them as they headed for the car. “But not  TOO dirty!”  I was joking of course. I even gave a little laugh. But I couldn’t tell from Mom’s look if she thought  it was funny too… Dad’s look was a little creepy. He thought it was hot that I’d said it, and it  showed on his face. But, regardless, both my parents then got in the car and drove off a few  moments later.  See, my Mom and Dad had come clean to me about being swingers pretty recently. Apparently  they were really heavily into the fetish scene and went to sex clubs, and key swap parties, and  fetish events and such, all the time. Plus, since I was over 18 now, they no longer hid it. So  instead of my beautiful Mom wearing a weirdly oversized winter coat whenever her and Dad  went to “spend time with friends'', they dropped the act.  Tonight Mom had come downstairs wearing a pair of high heeled “knock me do...

  Mother Fucker Having a straight, swinger, drop-dead gorgeous Mother never seemed like a problem for me. In  fact, growing up, I actually liked it VERY much. But, as a bi-sexual woman, I eventually realized  WHY I liked it so much; and when I realized just how hot I was for my Mom, that fact that she  was very kinky, but straight, kind of shot down my hopes that she simply hadn’t experimented.  For a long time, my beautiful Mother was someone that I hesitated to spend time with, because  while I adored her company, and was just, overjoyed to be looking at her. There was a kind of  lonesomeness in knowing that I was looking at this vibrant, hyper-sexual kinkster, who I still,  somehow, was never going to get to play out any fantasies with.  Then, one day, I was having a conversation with an on again off again lover of mine… We shared some of the same classes at my college, and he was into an awful lot of what I was  into; so we tended to...

  WHERE HE CAME FROM My Son had been pestering me with texts all day. I mean, I knew why. He was away at college  and he was filling out a bunch of paperwork. He was signing up for things left and right, he was  making his own webpage for a class project, and, of course, because he’d put things off until last  second, he was doing them all at once in a gigantic rush.  Here is the problem with that… his Dad and I are swingers, and this weekend was an annual  fetish event that we’d gone too every year for some time. And since my handsome boy turned  18, he’d known about this (wouldn’t do to have him find out that Mommy and Daddy were  swingers by walking into a fetish party and seeing several guys he knew gangbanging his Mother).   We’d made sure to tell him what we did, what we were into, and what social circles we ran with,  just so he had fair warning.  So, after I told him I was trying to pack, try on outfits, try out various...