Mommy’s Turn

 

Mommy’s Turn

I had this habit with my girlfriend, where we would do casually sexual things during the day. It 

was little things. We would watch a movie we’d already seen, or binge watch old sitcoms while 

we worked on our college stuff, and while we did, we would gently stroke one another with our 

hands. Or I would come up behind her while she was doing dishes and just start licking and 

biting at the nape of her neck, and I would keep it up for 30 plus minutes while she finished. It 

was never a full on, “get ready to fucking cum!!!” scenario, but it was this constant pressure of 

sexual teasing that we would then get to play with that night at bedtime. Of course, sometimes 

we couldn't wait that long… but thankfully, our schedules allowed for play time during the day 

when the teasing went too far. 

Then there was the role-play. I won’t get too into it, but at some point my girlfriend pointed out how 

cool and casual I was with sex and kinky sex where most guys drooled and tripped over 

themselves like kids who just met Santa whenever some new hot thing came up, whereas I just 

rolled with it. So, I told her about my parents and how I’d learned when I was 18 that they’d both 

secretly been swingers my whole life. Not only that, but they were active members of the local 

kink community and all of a sudden, my conversations over the years had made WAY more 

sense. 

So yeah, I was comfortable with who I was and what I liked, and I’d explored a lot more of those 

ideas a lot further than most people. Bottom line, if you want to find people to play out your kinks 

then you need to get over your bullshit enough to accept everyone else’s kinks while you’re at it. 

It’s the old, necessary, paradox; that a super-tolerant community will always be extremely 

intolerant of intolerance. So, wanting to play, I’d gotten over it. 

But… I’d mentioned my Mom one too many times I guess, because there was exactly one kink 

that I HAD been keeping from her, and it was the one that was both the most common, and yet 

somehow, the hardest to admit to. 

I had a Mommy Fetish. 

Thankfully, my girlfriend was not only cool about it, her honest response was to blush, and then 

shyly ask if I would be okay with “playing Daddy” every once in a while. So, fuck, that went better 

than I’d hoped. I told her of course, and I didn’t ask anything in return, I was just thrilled that I 

hadn’t sent her running for the hills. 

But then… about two weeks later, we’d been having a fun little day of teasing and I walked into 

the room with a hard-on from thinking about the flirting we’d been doing and my girlfriend looks 

up from her handheld game and says, “Oh sweetie. You have a hard-on!” Then before I could 

react to her strange tone, she got up, walked up to me, grasped my dick through my sweatpants, 

and leaned up to whisper into my ear… “Would you like Mommy to take care of that for you?” 

So… wow! I mean, yeah just… wow! Ever had someone fulfill your ultimate fantasy on a whim, 

out of nowhere, just as a “hey thanks”? Because now I had and it was fucking awesome! 

From that point forward, I would play Daddy for her sometimes, and she would do Mom/Son 

role-plays for me. It was never when we asked for it, just, randomly dropped on one another. But, 

all the teasing had made us very good at reading one another and the end result was great. We 

got to be randomly surprised with our “go to” fantasy, without worrying about pressuring our 

partner with it. 

But things changed one day when I realized that my girlfriend had told one of her girlfriends, 

whom she trusted completely… that I had a Mom fantasy. The fact that she’d told ANYONE such 

a secret and personal thing came out of nowhere! But the shock that she’d told someone was 

nothing compared to how I found out!

I was laying on the bed, playing on my laptop, enjoying my day off, when my girlfriend suddenly 

joined me. She got on the bed, shot me a wicked little smile, and said, “Make some room 

please”, then the moved to lay the other way, so that her feet would be up by my shoulders on 

either side of my torso as she laid facing the foot of the bed and aimed her panty-clad-ass my 

way. I was okay with that believe it or not, and obliged with a smile. A minute later, and my laptop 

is up on top of that sexy butt of hers while I use one hand to navigate the other to gently rub at 

and play with her pussy. 

This went on for a good ten minutes, with her giving little moans and rolls of her hips here and 

there that had me hard, but appreciative of my situation. Then she looked back over her shoulder 

at me, and asked me to close my eyes. And frankly, from her, that is ALWAYS a good thing. So I 

pretended to protest for a few seconds, but then quickly gave in with a grin that gave away how 

much I was looking forward to whatever she had planned. 

A moment later, she was up off the bed and whispering in my ear, “Mind if your Mom takes my 

place?” Which, I’ll be honest, sent a rush of heat through me and made my whole body kind of 

tingle with anticipation. Part of me wanted to beg her to say very specific things, but the better 

part of me knew to just trust her in the moment, and talk preferences next time we talked about 

our kinks again. Sure enough, there was a dramatic pause, then a body joined me on the bed, 

and assumed the same position. 

Eyes still closed, I put my hand back to where it had been, and found, of course, the same outfit, 

and the same panties. Though, something didn’t feel right, and just as my thumb was starting to 

explore that wonderful wetness, I got the answer to my very troubling question before I could 

even ask it. My answer came in the form of my girlfriend whispering into my ear once more, 

“Mind if I watch you and your Mom play for a bit?” 

I froze. It wasn’t excitement this time, but a moment of horror. She had invited one of her 

girlfriends to play with us, I mean, we’d talked about that and agreed it might be fun, so yay, cool, 

exciting and all that shit. But this was something else entirely, she’d shared something deeply 

private and personal with this girl, whose identity I didn’t even know! I was honestly lost in thought 

for a few minutes, and trying to process. 

For her part, my girlfriend seemed to understand what was going on in my head, and wisely 

backed off and let me think. Part of me wanted to argue, or get mad. But, the more I thought 

about it, the more I realized how good her intentions were. I mean, she was trying to do right by 

me in a very big way, and that deserved acknowledging. But, on top of that, was the thing on top 

of me… I mean, yeah, we should totally talk about this later but… 

But, right at that moment, a slightly thicker woman, whom I could now feel had even bigger tits 

than my girlfriend, was laying half-naked on top of me and wanting, WANTING, to role play as my 

naughty Mommy while she rubbed against me and squirmed on top of me as my girlfriend 

watched! I mean… yeah, maybe I should save my anger and firm talks for later, and just, try to 

enjoy what was literally laying in my lap!

So, after several dark minutes of silence, I came around, reached down with the hand I’d been 

using to navigate on my laptop, and grabbed a handful of very large, very soft breasts. I gave a 

gentle squeeze, and my cock hardened all over again as I let out a moan and admitted that yeah, 

I’d be okay with that plan. 

Even with my eyes closed, I “saw” the tension that went out of all of us as we collectively went 

from “Oh shit this could be really bad”, to “let’s have some sexy fun”. Before I could take my 

hand back, the woman on top of me grabbed it, and made me give her big tit another firm 

squeeze, even guiding my fingers to her nipple and hoping I would get the hint. I did, and when I 

grabbed hold and gave them one of those “too firm” squeezes that either goes over incredibly 

well, or backfires, I was rewarded with a throaty moan that had me rolling my hips up into her 

with an involuntary groan of my own. 

This was actually super hot! I had this hot curvy girl on me, playing Mom, and my equally hot but 

more slender girlfriend touching my hair, and whispering in my ear that she thought it was so hot 

that she was getting to watch me play with my Mother’s pussy, and squeeze her big tits! I 

couldn't believe how dark things had been just a few minutes before because, honestly, I was 

kind of in heaven!

I could hear her handheld gaming device playing it’s song, and so I knew she was gaming away, 

but, fuck, with my eyes closed I couldn't’ even see my lap top, so I just folded it up and set it aside 

with no small amount of glee. Then, joyfully, I clapped my now free hand down on that 

magnificent ass in front of me and gave it a hardy squeeze. And, let me tell you, I love my 

girlfriend, and I would never have complimented this woman out loud… but god damn that was a 

nice ass! Couple that with her extra large tits and just, yeah. I was enjoying this! 

Oddly, I’d almost forgotten about the Mom thing. I mean, a huge part of that kind of role play is the 

dialogue; and since I had my eyes closed, she was playing a game, and we were both being kind 

of silent, the RP was sort of getting lost. That and, I didn’t know this girl, and I didn't’ want to say 

anything that I wasn’t sure would go over well, so, that kind of detracted from the whole role play 

thing. But, again, I wasn’t complaining. My sexy girlfriend was whispering sexy little things in my 

ear, and a busty goddess of a woman was squirming in my lap while I played with her pussy with 

one hand and aggressively groped her fantastic ass with the other! 

Then my girlfriend gave a playful little whine and said, “Awww, you put your laptop down? Now I 

kind of wish it was still me up there.” I could hear that cute little pout that she did, and I was 

grinning big when the woman on top of me replied, “Well… it’s Mommy’s turn now, so you are 

just going to have to wait.”

She said it so casually, so matter of fact, but my cock hardened and I once again found myself 

frozen in shock. Not because she’d finally said something that fit the whole Mom/Son theme, but 

because I recognized that voice. I definitely knew this woman! Part of my brain was wondering at 

where I knew that voice from, but… I knew. It was the most familiar voice in the world after all. 

My mind was reeling, trying to explain to me that I’d gotten caught up in the moment, and 

misheard… but then she spoke again. I could hear the playful grin in her voice as she said, 

“Oopsie,” and she gave a little laugh. “I think I may have given the game away.” 

I heard the little gaming system get paused or turned off. Right at that moment I didn’t care 

which, and I couldn’t have mentally processed it even if I did. Then she pushed herself up, and 

got turned around on the bed so that she was facing me. She was still straddling me with her 

legs, and still just wearing panties, a tiny skirt, and a t-shirt with no bra. She reached down and 

grabbed one of my hands, and quietly guided it up, under her shirt, and placed it gently over one 

of her breasts. I actually gasped. I was pretty fuck sure that I was now directly touching, skin to 

skin, one of my Mother’s big tits. I couldn’t fucking help myself! I gave it a gentle squeeze and, 

when she moaned in reply, my hips bucked and my cock got even harder. At that, I heard Mom 

make a small, please little hum, and I could once again feel that grin she was giving me, even 

through closed eyes. 

A moment later, I was almost heartbroken when she moved my hand out of her shirt, and put it 

back at my side. I was on one fucking hell of an emotional roller-coaster ride! I couldn’t figure out 

if I was horrified, frightened, turned-on, mad with lust, as happy as I’d ever been, or just freaked 

out! Then I felt Mom stand up on the bed, still with one long, lovely leg on either side of me, as 

she did her best to balance. I heard her ask my girlfriend if she could “be a dear” and help her 

with something. Then there was some rocking, and at one point it felt like Mom lifted one foot off 

of the bed for just a second or two. Then something surprised me as it hit me in the face and 

made me flinch. I reached up to find a long piece of fabric, and after a second, I realized it must 

be Mom’s skirt! From above me, Mom said, “Would please put that over on the floor for me 

sweetie?” God this was so fucking surreal! But, I gulped, and obliged. I tossed the skirt in the 

general direction of my girlfriends laundry basket, and actually had a moment where I wondered 

if I’d just screwed up because it wasn’t her skirt, but before I could fall too far down that rabbit 

hole, a second, much lighter, much softer piece of fabric landed on my face and snapped me out 

of my thought process. “Those too kiddo”, Mom said from above me. At first, it just snapped me 

out of my thoughts, but a second later as I grabbed the garment in question, I realized that I was 

holding a rather wet pair of panties. I gulped, and my temperature jumped another ten degrees, 

and then I KNOW I blushed as I realized that they were wet because I’D been playing with her 

pussy! I was frozen again, holding the soft material in my hand, and Mom’s voice cut in with a 

questioning, “Sweetie?”. Quickly, I snapped out of it, throwing the panties to the same place I 

threw the skirt and doing my best to let it go, and somehow, try to live in this insane, unbelievable 

moment! 

Mom sat back down, straddling me now, but she’d turned again so that she was facing away 

from me, and her butt was resting on my chest. I had a moment to dwell on the knowledge that if 

I’d reached up right at that moment, there wouldn’t be any panties between me and that perfect 

ass of hers, but then Mom spoke again. “Oops”, she said with a laugh. “I won’t be needing this 

either.”, and I heard my girlfriend giggling as she agreed with her, then Mom reached her hand 

back and dropped one more thing on me. This one, despite the obvious evidence, took me a 

second. But when I couldn’t figure out what it was right away because of its lack of sexy shape, 

my brain actually did it’s job for once and reminded me that the only other thing she would have 

still been wearing was her top. Which meant that I was now in the same room as my Mother… 

while she was topless. And as crazy as it may sound considering everything else that was 

happening, that thought REALLY fucking did it for me. I felt like if the temperature in my head 

climbed any higher I would burn straight through the bed. I mean, this was SO far past just being  

hot!

From sitting on my chest, Mom asked, “You know who I really am now, don’t you sweetie?” I 

nodded in reply, then after a second, I remembered that she was facing away from me. So I said 

yes out loud. I heard my girlfriend half-whisper half moan “God this is so hot!” and I knew she 

was masturbating while she watched from the nearby chair. But I couldn’t think on that for too 

long, since Mom quickly shot back, “Say it then. Who am I?” 

For some reason, admitting it out-loud made it even hotter, and I really felt it when I told her, “My 

Mom”. She made an approving little hum sound, slipped her thumbs under the waistband of my 

shorts before asking, “And do you want your Mom to take these off, and see you naked from the 

waist down?” And… I don’t know why that seemed like such a line crossing question, but there 

was part of my brain warning me, kind of absurdly, that if I said yes I would somehow get in 

trouble. This was all an elaborate trap! But, I took a second to calm that part of me down. 

Reminded myself that I’d been playing with her pussy, her ass, and her tits because she had 

arranged it, and, after taking a deep breath, I said yes. 

It was a little awkward, and I had to lift my hips a few times, but when they finally came off, and I 

heard them go flying off into a wall somewhere, I was rewarded for my bravery and my efforts 

when I felt Mom’s hands gently caress the inner part of my lower thigh, just above the knee. And 

then, ever so lightly, she dragged that touch upwards. Past my mid thigh, up to my upper thigh, 

and then she curved her hands carefully so that she was brushing the uppermost part of my 

thigh without touching me “there” in the process. It was torture, and it was incredible. She ran her 

hands in gentle sweeps all over my legs, my hips, and my lower stomach. Then her hand 

brushed my balls on one of her motions and I drew in a gasp of air, but she just kept going like it 

had been an accident and she hadn’t noticed. 

She did that a few more times, a brush of skin here and there that sent shivers all through me 

and had me lifting my hips and squirming for more. Then, after a few minutes of teasing, she 

stopped for a moment and drew her hands away before saying, “Now…”, then she wrapped one 

delicate hand around my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze before asking, “whose hand is that?” 

I moaned out loud, and my hips bucked upward making her squeeze turn into a pump, and as I 

realized that my Mother’s hand just gripped and pumped my cock, my hips bucked again and I 

moaned again. It took several seconds of rapid breathing and trying to calm myself down before I 

could answer, but I knew what she wanted to hear now. 

“My Mom’s hand,” I answered, and I was rewarded with a pleased little purr followed by my 

Mother’s lips wrapping themselves around the head of my cock and giving it a quick, hard suck 

that had me swearing in front of my Mother for the first time in my adult life! Then Mom started 

moving again, and the bed shifted all over the place as she got up, turned around again, and got 

into position much lower. The fact that her mouth was that much closer to my dick was not lost 

on me. 

Mom then did a kind of push-up motion, and I shuddered with pleasure as, ever so briefly, I felt 

the soft skin of one of her breasts accidentally brush against my cock. “I’ve seen you staring you 

know. Teenagers are never as subtle as they think they are, and you, along with every one of 

your little friends, have been ogling Mommy’s tits for years. So…” she said, her tone low and 

sultry. “I think you should open your eyes now. If for no other reason than I think you should see 

this.” 

Slowly, I did. It felt weirdly bright in the room after having my eyes closed for so long. But they 

adjusted to the sight of me looking down at my naked, big titted Mom as she smiled up at me 

from a doggy style position that had her nipples touching my thighs. I gulped as she looked up 

into my eyes with the look of a someone who was starving for sex and sexual acts. Which in that 

moment, meant starving for me! And I’m here to tell you, there is NOTHING more seductive than 

being wanted; and especially being wanted badly! 

I’d never seen that look on Mom before. Of course, I’d never seen her nipples either, so there 

was that (also, shut up, you know as a baby doesn’t count). “Tell me honestly,” Mom said. “Have 

you been wanting to come to the same sex parties as Mommy and Daddy all this time?” I know 

she wanted to hear yes Mom, but I was too enthralled by the sight of her, and I could only 

manage a nod. Thankfully, she accepted it with a smile. But she wasn't done yet. “Is that 

because you wanted to see, THIS”, she said, looking down at her naked, hanging breasts, and 

her gloriousness in general. Her long hair was hanging down in such a way that I could feel it 

gently brushing against my thighs whenever she moved, and it was really, really, really hot for 

some reason. I’d never fantasized about it before, but something told me that I would be 

fantasizing about it moving forward. I wanted to say hell yes, because, obviously. Seeing her and 

getting to be with her was the whole point of the fantasy. But before I could find the air to speak, 

she continued. “Or… is it because you wanted to see, THIS”. And then, without any warning, and 

with me expecting nothing, Mom let out a loud, rough moan, and rocked her body forward. Her 

breasts swung up and brushed my cock on either side, and a moment later, she cried out and 

did it again. Three more times after that, she simulated someone behind her, fucking her while 

she hovered over me, and each time I gripped the bedding harder, and shut my eyes tightly, as I 

reeled from how good it felt, and how intense it was! Her massive breasts were stroking both 

sides of my cock with each buck of her body. Her long hair brushed up and back down along me, 

and her breath was hot and steamy against my skin with each simulated cry of pleasure!

When she finally let up, I was panting. I could barely breathe from how…, I don’t know, how 

MUCH it was! How fucking hot it all was! I was running out of words and concepts to describe 

what Mom was doing to my body, but I fucking loved it! I never wanted it to end. After a minute of 

me panting, and gripping the sheets, and shaking with near orgasmic pleasure, Mom coyly 

asked, “Well?” And we all knew she was playing me. I managed to mutter “Both!” through gritted 

teeth, even though I’d never actually pictured her with anyone else. I suddenly wanted to see her 

get fucked right in front of me so fucking badly that I was almost willing to risk ruining this by 

insisting that my girlfriend go get her damn strap-on and use it on my Mother, right-fucking-now! 

“Good boy”, Mom purred. Then she added, “I think your honesty deserves a reward. Now, open 

your eyes, so I can show you what I was going to show you before.” I took a minute. Hell, I 

NEEDED a minute! I needed to calm down, if only a little. I was so overflowing with lust, and 

pleasure, and this feeling of urgent intensity that I couldn’t put words to, but I felt like I was going 

to melt, or explode, or turn into fucking pure energy! 

But, after a minute, I did open my eyes. Mom was still naked and hovering over my body in a 

doggy style pose that my brain kept labeling as “slutty”. But her expression was softer, more 

“Motherly” somehow. Like, she knew she’d been teasing me to death, but she was still my Mom. 

It was strangely comforting, for a few seconds at least. Then, after giving me my moment of 

reprieve, Mom raised her eyebrows at me and asked, “Want to see this,” she said, grasping my 

shaft with one hand, “go in here”, she finished, pointing it at her cleavage line. And, yes, yes, oh 

my god yes! That was like my greatest fantasy of the last 10 years! I nodded, and managed to 

say yes. But, that wicked grin came back to Mom’s face again, and she teased, “Yes…?” 

At that I smiled. It was still insanely hot, but somehow, Mom-Magic I guess, she was making this 

start to seem less insane and more just, I don’t know, Great. I gave her the answer that she 

wanted to hear, or I thought I did. But no sooner had I said, “Yes Mom”; than she countered right 

back with, “Say it honey. I want to hear you actually say it. Yes Mom what?” 

And once again, I found myself drawing in another big breath as I crossed another line I didn’t 

even know existed until she pointed it out. Then, steeling myself, I somehow managed to say to 

my own Mother’s face, “Yes Mom… I want you to.” I froze, but only for a second, and Mom was 

being patient. “...put my cock up into your cleavage line. I want you to… titfuck me… please”. 

She hesitated, and I felt like I might have said something wrong for just a second, but then she 

smiled, and guided my cock into her cleavage line, where she began to gently rock and stroke 

me off with her massive tits.

She carried on like that for 2-3 minutes, and during that time, my girlfriend, practically unnoticed 

by now, brought herself to her second orgasm over on the chair. After 3 minutes of the purest 

fucking heaven I’ve ever felt or imagined, Mom stopped, and, honestly, I could have died right 

then and there and been fine with it. It had been bliss. 

I couldn’t imagine things ever being as good as that ever again, then Mom crawled up to me on 

her hands and knees, gave a deep, passionate kiss on the mouth. And when she came up from 

that kiss with both of us gasping for air, she looked me in the eye from an inch away and asked, 

“ready for the main show?” I… I had no idea what she was talking about. Then she reached 

down between her own legs, and I felt her hand grasp my shaft once more. And, as the head of 

my cock brushed briefly at her warm, wet, and intoxicatingly inviting entrance, it finally dawned on 

me what she meant. So, looking back into those beautiful eyes of hers, I nodded. 

Mom lowered her hips, and I felt that first push as I moved inside of her and began to open her 

up. My jaw was clenched tight, and we were both bracing against how powerful and pleasurable 

those first few moments were. Mom was tight. I mean, fucking TIGHT. And it took a good minute 

of very careful, very gentle pushing, and rocking, and prodding to open her up properly. But… 

when we got there, and that moment came when she stopped going up and down as we tried to 

get past all the tight gripping, and then suddenly, everything just gave way and I slid all the way 

into her… My god! 

We both moaned, and grabbed at one another, and cried out. Both of us moved our hips a few 

more times, our thrusts on full auto-pilot before we could stop ourselves and just, fucking REVEL 

in my being lodged all the way inside of her. 

We were just gripping and holding one another. Making little moaning and whimpering noises as 

the reality hit us as hard as the pleasure of the moment. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was very loudly 

swearing and screaming and describing what she was looking at, as she got herself off for the 

3rd or 4th time.  

We just sat like that, connected and overwhelmed with how good it felt for a long time. Every 

once and awhile one of us would squirm too much, and we would thrust and ride, and buck a 

few times on instinct; forcing moans of lust from us as we tried to calm ourselves back down 

again and make the motion stop. But eventually, I gave Mom a little more honesty, and admitted 

that there was no fucking way that I was going to last once we actually started. Honestly, I wasn’t 

sure how I hadn’t cum already. 

Mom took a minute to process that information, and then she told me that it was okay, that she 

expected that, but that she wanted to dictate some things about when I came. And I mean, yeah, 

of course! I figured she was going to tell me to pull out and jerk off somewhere since I hadn't 

realized it before that moment, but she hadn’t bothered with condoms! But… that wasn’t what 

Mom had in mind. 

“First,” Mom said. “I know you’ve been fantasizing about these for years,” and as she said it she 

reached up and touched her breasts. But, she seemed to get lost when she did, and she started 

pinching and pulling at her nipples for a few moments. She was moaning, and her hips were 

rocking again! But after a minute or two, she caught herself, and breathing heavily, she moved 

her hands away from her nipples, and slowed herself to a stop again. And, again, we both 

needed a moment to just, FEEL that connection. The sensation of me buried balls deep inside of 

my Mother’s tight little pussy. 

After that, she tried again, saying that she knew I’d been lusting after her tits, and she wanted me 

grabbing on to them when I came. I, LOVED that, but I started to bring up my concerns, only to 

have her cut me off with, “Second! … I want you to cum inside me.” I started to say something, 

but she just cut me off with, “I don’t want to hear it, I am your Mother and--” But then she 

whimpered and squirmed again, and we both took a few more minutes to calm ourselves down 

again, and stop our forced motion. Mom didn’t revisit that point, she just carried on with, “Third… 

I NEED you to be honest with me here sweetie. Please, please, please, don’t sugar coat this or 

try to spare my feelings or whatever. But, Mommy really wants to know if you want to hear me be 

sweet and loving, and encouraging...” Then there was a long pause, and she continued with, “... 

or… if you want to hear your Mom be… filthy. And I mean, really filthy honey. In case you can’t 

guess from the life your Dad and I have been leading, Mommy LIKES being called a whore, and 

a slut, and to say all the dirty filthy things that your friends have no doubt pictured me saying at 

some point. So… what about you?” 

“Would you rather me be gentle? Or very, very dirty?” 

And in my head I was trying SO HARD not to picture what any of that would sound like. But I was 

scared this was my one shot, so I did as my Mother asked, and I answered her honestly. “Dirty.” 

It was all I could say, but it was enough. “Okay”, Mom said. Her voice was soft and restrained as 

she was still struggling to hold still, same as me. “That’s good sweetie, you’re doing good. But, 

since you chose dirty, I just need you to answer one last thing… When this is all done, would you 

want to invite some of those boys you grew up with, or some of your new college friends, and 

share your slutty Mom with them?” 

“WHAT?!?” I legitimately screamed. She’d shocked the fuck out of me. I mean, I’d never even 

thought of her being with anyone other than me in my fantasies! At least, before that day I hadn’t. 

But, my yell of surprise was accompanied by a very hard thrust up into her that had her 

screaming out in pleasure, and I knew that my cock was pulsing and bucking up inside her from 

the sudden reveal of a potentially new fantasy. And that, apparently, was all the answer Mom 

needed. 

Because this time, she didn’t back down, and she didn’t slow down. Instead she threw her hair 

back, grabbed my hands, and forced them up to her very large tits as she licked her full, red lips, 

and said, “You heard me baby.” Her voice was dripping with lust and sinful promises as she 

moved her hips with expert grace in a steady rolling motion that had my head thrown back and 

my body arched, and I wasn’t even “there” yet. 

“I said after you cum inside of me, your girlfriend and I are going to call up some of your old 

friends, and some of your new friends, and we are going to invite them over for a nice little 

evening. Then when they get here, Mommy is going to seduce them. How loyal do you think your 

18 and 19 year old friends are going to be when your slutty Mom slips her hands down their 

pants and starts stroking them off. Hmmm? Do you think my wedding band will make them stop, 

or turn them on even more when I offer to titty-fuck them?” Her hips were SLAMMING down into 

me, and she was so slick, and wet, and tight! I could feel my orgasm building and that pressure 

growing from a mile away. But she just kept that rigorous, steady pace, and she never let up. 

“Does that sound good sweetie?” She asked, knowing I couldn’t possibly answer as my orgasm 

just kept building and building and building. Already on its way, but somehow not arriving. “How 

dirty do you want it kiddo?” She asked, her town dropping low and nasty as her hips picked up 

their tempo ever so slightly. “Do you want to watch me suck their cocks? Huh? Do you want to 

parade me around your house and watch them FUCK your Mother in all your favorite places?”

Then she leaned forward, her hips not losing any speed, but her face was close to mine as she 

purred into my ear. “How many men are you going to have fuck your Mommy at once? Hmm? Do 

you want to see them bounce me back and forth between two of them? Should three of them 

make me air-tight? Or is that not enough?” 

And at that, I felt it coming for real now. I felt it flowing through me, and I knew I was seconds 

away from cumming more than I’d ever cum in my life! I couldn’t breath enough to speak, let 

alone give a warning, but Mom could feel it, and in reply, she just increased the speed of her 

hips, just that little bit faster. Just that little bit harder. But still as steady as a steam engine. 

She never let up, and from that moment, until after I was fully done cumming, which was some 

time; she just kept riding me hard, and making filthy, dirty promises. 

“Not enough? Is slutty-Mommy not dirty enough? I tell you what slugger,” And then she grunted in 

pleasure as I slammed my cock back up into her, HARD, and threw her rhythm off for a second 

as I began to cum. “That’s it baby. Cum for me! Cum for Mommy! Are you picturing it sweetie. 

Are you picturing yourself picking a hole, and telling all your little teenage friends to just, gang up 

on me, and fuck me like the whore I am? You're going to watch them gangbang me aren't you. 

They’re going to gangbang your Mommy! FUCK!” She was screaming and cumming, and I was 

pumping load after load after load of cum inside of her as she screamed, and swore, and rode 

me even harder. But she still kept whimpering about what a good little whore she was going to be 

for me, and how I was going to see her with her face and tits dripping with cum, and how BADLY 

she wanted my hot cum up inside of her. 

It was insane, and glorious, and I couldn’t even form fucking words. I just roared, and moaned, 

and screamed along with her as she left bloody claw marks up and down my back that I couldn’t 

even hope to feel through the power of the orgasm that my own Mom was giving me! 

When it was all said and done, we were soaked with sweat, my cum was pouring out of her in a 

river that ran down both of us, and we were holding each other and gasping for breath. 

Occasionally, we would laugh. But that was all either of us could manage for some time. Right 

around the time that I started to feel like I might be able to move or speak ever again, I glanced 

over at my girlfriend in the chair. She had a half a dozen sex toys out and she looked like she’d 

used every last one of them on herself. She had ripped and torn her own clothes to shreds, and 

she looked like she’d been gang-fucked by an army of dildos while she’d watched us, and, fuck… 

I legitimately hadn’t even noticed. I mean, she was still awesome, and I still loved her! But, god 

damn. This had been one hell of a day. Then, we all laughed a moment later when she spoke up 

from her chair and asked, “Can we do this again tomorrow? Please!”

A few hours later we were all showered and redressed. We had dinner together and my girlfriend 

told me how she’d run into my Mom at a sex party that she’d gone to with my permission, with 

the ground rules that she would only sleep with a girl that night, and she had to write about it to 

present to me a later date. Well, she HAD only had sex with a girl. The trick had been, the girl 

had been my Mom. And at some point, they’d been playing naughty games, and Mom had made 

her tell her “a fantasy that she’d never told her about before”. That was when she’d blurted out 

that I was now playing Daddy for her in exchange for… and she’d said too much. Mom pried the 

rest out of her, found the whole thing insanely hot, and they’d soon begun to conspire about how 

to make it all happen for real. 

Then, I asked the scariest question I’d ever had to ask. It took a lot of courage, believe me. But I 

managed to ask, in my bravest voice, if this had been a one time thing. The question seemed to 

catch my girlfriend off guard too, and soon we were both looking at my Mom with desperate, 

worried eyes; knowing that whatever she decided, we would have no choice but to accept. 

Mom smirked at us from over a cup of coffee, and glanced at her phone before remarking, “My 

goodness, it sure has gotten late! Hey, Auntie (and then she said my girlfriend's first name). I 

know it’s sort of last minute, and you only have one bed, but do you think it would be okay if my 

very handsome Son and I slept here tonight… and we all shared a bed together?” 

And, just, fucking wow! I didn’t know how or why, but somehow my already pretty damn decent 

life just kept getting better!

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