Mother Fucker

 

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 have the BEST conversations! After so much sexual talk though, it was 

increasingly more common to end up in bed with him; and while we had no long-term plans with 

one another, I definitely enjoyed those nights. 

So, we were talking, and he actually admitted to me, like it was nothing, that he had a bit of a 

Mom fetish. And, honestly, I just felt this huge weight fall off my shoulders. In no time at all I was 

confessing about how I’d been staring at my Mom forever, and realizing that I was lusting after 

her while doing it for, well, let’s just say “long enough”. I explained my fantasies about her, and 

my hang-ups about spending time with her lately, and towards the end of our conversation, he 

pulled out his phone. Now, I know, rude right? But he and I often talked about stuff that the other 

didn’t know about yet, and sometimes he’d use a word and I would pull out my phone and look it 

up while he was talking. So, after I’d explained that a few times, he started doing it too, and now it 

was just a thing that we were both comfortable with. 

But, halfway through a sentence, he made a face and admitted, “Yeah. Wow! She is hot!” 

Which… confused me. Who was he talking about. The confusion must have shown on my face, 

because the moment he looked at me, he scooted closer to show me his phone. He was looking 

at a photo of my Mom in a skimpy bikini! I seized his phone, and he not only forgave me, he 

explained as I scrolled through. Turns out that my Mom was actually in his circle of kink!!! She 

was a member of a club he went to, and they had some of the same play partners! He just 

brought her up on some kinky social sight they were both on with a simple name search, and oh, 

my, god!!! I could have masturbated just reading her writing about her kinks in her own words. 

Now, admittedly, I was pretty big into voyeurism. I heard my parents having sex through a wall 

once, and ever since then, whispered words, moans through a door, or just straight up watching 

people go at it just gave me tingles in all the right places. 

So, this was a whole new thrilling avenue that I was discovering. Like, I suddenly couldn’t wait to

 meet Mom for coffee this Sunday, knowing that I was looking at the object of my lust, and also 

knowing what she’d been up to that weekend, in her own words! It was honestly so exciting and 

new. This added a whole new element to our interactions that could allow me to enjoy our 

Mom/Daughter time, but also allow me to get pleasure out of those desires that I had for her, 

instead of just feeling tortured. I mean, I was a secret voyeur, sitting with my secret crush, and 

reading out her sex life, which she was publicly posting updates too! 

I was just about to fuck the life out of my friend for opening this door to me, when I saw how 

thirsty he looked while he was staring at my Mom in a bikini, and… I suddenly had the most 

wicked idea! He and I talked for a bit, and by the end of it, we were both so riled up and I was so 

thankful that I straight up played Mommy for him and rocked his fucking world. It definitely wasn’t 

a favor I minded doing for him, even as I directed him towards someone who was drop dead 

gorgeous, just about old enough to be his Mom, and, apparently, into a little Mom/Son play. Or at 

least, that was what Mom’s profile said…

Two weeks later, I was sitting down for lunch with my absolutely luscious Mom, and we were 

enjoying some girl talk and some yummy food when my phone buzzed with a text. It was from 

my friend, who had since become one of Mom’s favorite lovers. Mom smiled up at me from her 

sandwich, and after a second of giving me a happy, but teasingly suspicious smirk, she asked 

me, “what are you grinning at kiddo...?” 

I had the back of my phone facing her, so that only I could see what was on it, even as I held it up 

to her face in an almost side by side comparison. In the text I’d just been sent, my Mom was 

panting with lust. Cum dripped from her lips, and splashed down onto her massive, gorgeous tits 

as she wore significantly less clothing than she’d decided on wearing for this lunch with me. In 

the photo, my friend's cock obscured most of my Mother’s face, but that hair, those tits, even her 

tattoos all screamed, “That’s your Mommy!” My friend included some truly filthy dialogue with his 

text, a simple description of what he’d done to my Mother’s body while she’d actively referred to 

herself as “Mommy” the whole time. And, holy shit, I fucking approved… 

Mom’s suspicious look intensified, but it was still in fun. She didn’t actually expect her kid to tell 

her what her and friends were texting about. So, like a college age daughter was expected too, I 

smirked back, looked from my phone to her, and, replied, “Oh, it’s nothing Mom”. 

But it was more like everything!!! And I was absolutely loving it! In fact, next weekend, my Mom 

and my lover are planning on doing a little webcam show as Mother and Son, and I was going to 

be one of the people typing away, and telling them what they should do!!! And of course, this was 

only the beginning. I mean, Mom was into pretending to fuck her Son, and I somehow suspected 

that my little Brother would enjoy this information a lot more than he let on. So, even if Mom never 

slept with me directly, I was beginning to suspect that there were going to be a lot of ways that 

we could still play active roles in each others sex lives. And, the more I saw of Mom, and realized 

just how hard she’d meant it when she confessed that she was kinky, the more I became 

convinced that I wasn’t the only woman with my last name who was going to like my new 

arrangement… 

(Author’s note: I don’t like dialogue on my pics, but I also didn’t want to present this without the 

artists tags. That is why it appears twice in this story, once with editing).