MY MOM, MY GIRLFRIEND, & MY DAD

 

MY MOM, MY GIRLFRIEND, & MY DAD

When I was 18, about to be 19, I tried to get my girlfriend into the kinky lifestyle that I’d been 

enjoying since before I met her. But when I roped my parents into the task of helping me, 

everything went horribly wrong! 

Now, I realize how that might sound at first, but you have to understand that I was kinky 

BECAUSE my parents were kinky. And no, I don’t mean trauma, or genetics, or anything like that. 

I just mean that if you take a horny teenager, and offer them a world of kinky sex, slutty women, 

and wild roleplays; then, if they are being honest with themselves, the vast majority of them will 

leap at the opportunity. So, when I grew up with Parents who were swingers, and kinksters, and 

very much connected to and a part of those communities, I was really always going to want 

some of that for myself. 

I mean, I can remember being at camp, or going to the movies, or “getting” to sleep over at a 

friends house, and understanding that that I was out of the house specifically because my 

Parents were having a crazy orgy back at my house, along with every busty, beautiful, and 

hyper-horny woman that I’d ever actually met and fantasized about. So, yeah… I wanted in! 

Thankfully, my Parents were always honest with me, and their lifestyle meant they kind of HAD to 

be honest with themselves. So it didn’t take them long to realize that they couldn’t parade a small 

army of beautiful “Aunties” in front of me, my whole life, have me realize that those “Aunties” 

were horny as hell and always down to get into some dirty sexy fun, in my teenage years, and 

then try to keep me out of the lifestyle once I was legal. It just wasn’t going to happen. 

The only real issue I ran into was when I first started dating someone who had a more normal 

upbringing than me, and thought “Kinky” meant having sex in any position other than missionary. 

Over time, I really grew to love this girl, but I was struggling with how to broach the subject. So… 

one day I was talking about it with my Mom, sort of seeking her advice, and she told me that it 

was something that she could actually take care of for me. 

I mean, wow, that would be easy-mode in the extreme, and it would be great if it was that simple! 

So I asked her if she was for real, and Mom told me that, from her point of view, it’d be easy as 

pie. After all, her and my girlfriend had a great relationship. At my Mother’s insistence, she’d 

started calling her “Mom” pretty early on (I did not share with her that a lot of people that knew my 

Mom, called her “Mom” or “Mommy” for reasons that had nothing to do with who I’d dated). She 

very clearly liked, and even looked up to my Mom, and was anxious for her ear, or her advice 

whenever Mom gave it. So, Mom suggested that she simply confess to my Girlfriend that her and 

Dad were kinky as hell swingers, and ask her if she would be cool with accompanying my Mom 

to a weekend event so that she could show her what her and Dad got up to. Mom suggested 

pitching it as, “You are our Son’s Girlfriend. You are very likely going to be a big part of lives 

moving forward, so if we can prevent any surprises, that would be best.”

I had no idea how she would react to that, but I agreed with Mom that it would be totally different 

coming from her, someone she kind of looked up to and idolized, than coming from me, 

someone who was meant to be her partner and equal. 

Once we agreed, Mom waited for an opportunity, then she gave my Girlfriend a call, invited her 

over for lunch; and from there, invited her to spend a few days taking a sneak peak inside her 

and Dad’s slightly more secret life. Of course, she cleared it with me first; which was great since 

I hadn’t even thought of that. But, I gave her my blessing, assured her that I already knew what 

my Parents got up to when I wasn’t around, and then her and Mom excitedly started planning for 

their “weekend bonding trip”. 

For the next few weeks, Mom basically co-opted my girlfriend. They shopped for clothes 

together, had lunches out together, and even went to the movies together. They were engaging in 

some serious girl-bonding, but I figured that was a really good thing. Hell, it was a great thing if it 

meant that when they got back, my Girlfriend wanted to start going to events with me, and 

maybe even exploring some more exciting sex options!

When they left, I was excited! Mom, Dad, and my Girlfriend all packed into a car, with the two 

girls talking excitedly about outfits, and some specific talks that Mom wanted her to attend while 

they were there. But, after they left, the silence turned that excitement into nervousness. 

Was it going okay? Did she get there, see naked people, or strangers tied up and moaning, and 

freak out? Did she hate all of it? I was totally in the dark! Then, to make matters worse, when the 

weekend was finally over, Mom texted to let me know that there was a national park on some 

checklist of hers, and so the three of them were going to take a detour on the way back, and 

wouldn’t be home for a few extra days. Just that, no other news with it!

But, I didn’t want to push, and I didn’t know if my Girlfriend was peaking over Mom’s shoulder 

when she was messaging me, so I tried my best to play it cool and wait until they got back. 

When they did, I was anxious as hell to hear how it went! So when I heard the front door open, 

and my Parents talking, I tried my best to not look like I’d been waiting for days to rush out there 

and question them. 

Not sure if I would have succeeded or not, since I had a mild heart attack when my Girlfriend was 

missing from the group, and my brain jumped immediately to thinking that she must have 

freaked out, called a cab, and told my Parents to dump me on her behalf the next time they 

spoke to me! 

Thankfully, Mom saw my panic, and was quick to drop everything (literally, her bags were on the 

floor and my hands were in hers in moments). She was telling me everything was okay, and 

leading me back to my room to explain. When we got there, Mom closed the door behind us, and 

let me know that everything was fine, and that they’d simply dropped my Girlfriend off on the way 

home since they practically drove past her apartment on the way to our house. 

That, actually helped a ton. My chest eased even more when Mom told me that things went 

great. That everything went way better than she had planned, and that she had pictures of the 

whole thing to show me. 

Which, okay… That was weird. I mean, first of all, how do you photograph someone “being okay” 

with something. But second of all, there was a literal, written policy about no photography of any 

kind at these events. Not even cell phone pics and vids were allowed. Now, there was a second, 

unwritten rule, that basically said that it was understood that an exception to this would be a 

bunch of people, in a private room, who were all consenting. But I still didn’t understand how that 

could apply to this situation. 

At first…

But, as my Mom sat beside me on my bed, and began cheerfully explaining how well things 

went, while flipping through photos, a whole new kind of dread filled me. It turned out that Mom 

and I had different definitions of “Introducing my Girlfriend to the lifestyle”. So, while I was 

picturing Mom playing it safe for once, and just kind of, easing her into concepts and stuff while 

actively showing her around, she had been picturing something else entirely. 

It turned out that, before they even left, my Mom had explained why, people other than my 

Girlfriend and I, also called her Mommy. From there, they’d talked about pretty much everything I 

had hoped that they would talk about on the trip, long before they actually went on the trip. 

So, when my Girlfriend and Mom asked me about them going on this trip together, they were not 

talking about having a series of conversations that introduced her to the kink lifestyle. No, they 

were talking about “getting her some experience” in the lifestyle. That… was what I had 

unwittingly signed off on when they’d asked permission. 

As Mom talked, I learned a lot about my Girlfriend that I hadn’t known before. For one, I learned 

that she now knew that she liked being held down, spanked, and even tied up. More than that, 

when Mom had explained to her the whole “Mommy” thing, she’d expressed intense interest, and 

had, it turned out, been getting super turned on by calling my Mom, “Mom”, for weeks now. In 

fact, she liked all of the taboo roleplays, and on one of their shopping trips together had even 

bought some clothes that prominently featured the words “Yes Daddy”, on them. 

So, as Mom sat beside me on the bed, she began telling me all of this, while thumbing through, 

what started out as, a bunch of cute photos of her, my Girlfriend, and her and my Girlfriend as 

they hung out, shopped, and bonded. 

But then Mom got to the car trip, and how, after a pitstop on the way to the event, Mom joined her 

in the back seat, rested a hand on her thigh, and asked her if she wanted to explore some of her 

incest fantasy’s by spending bulk of their trip roleplaying that the three of them were a naughty 

Mommy/Daddy/Daughter trio. It was at that point that Mom looked up from her phone and shot 

me a sexy wink before thumbing over to a photo of her and my girlfriend posing with a big bag of 

sex toys and gleefully assuring me, ‘She said yes!”

From there, things escalated quickly! You have to understand that, my Mom had beautiful long 

hair, a massive chest, seductive eyes, and the brains, personality, and charming laugh of an 

absolute goddess. So while, yeah, I’d had a lot of sexy “Aunt’s” in my life thanks to her and my 

Dad’s endless parade of lovers, I’d also spent most of puberty trying to deny that I 

abso-fucking-lutely had the hots for my own sexy Mom! 

So, here was my Mom, just casually telling them that, per what she thought was my request, 

she’d convinced my Girlfriend to cheat on me. And not only that, but she’d convinced her to do 

so with the woman of my dreams, who just so happened to be her! But wait, because not only 

that, but she took pictures, and videos, and was 100% fine with telling me the dirty stories that 

went with them as she flipped through pictures of the two women that I loved most in the world 

as they stripped down, strapped on, and proceeded to lick and fuck one another through various 

positions, locations, and roleplays. 

Then, as I was trying, and failing miserably, to hide how hard this was making me, and how hot I 

was finding it; while also being INCREDIBLY conflicted on a number of issues that I had with it… 

it got worse. Way worse.

One moment Mom was telling me about some insanely hot scenario where her and her 

“Daughter” were in the bed, and Mom was telling my Girlfriend what a naughty girl she was, 

licking Mommy’s pussy, and then, out of nowhere, she drops a fucking nuke on me by saying, 

“Then her ‘Daddy’ had her pop her ass up in the air, and he started giving it to her REAL good 

from behind!”. 

Something about my shocked, horrified, and possibly turned on expression made my Mom 

pause her story. But when I asked, “Wait… Do you mean, Dad, like… DAD, Dad?” 

Mom must have thought that I was just just temporarily confused, because she went right back 

to smiling, and hand waived my question aside. She clarified, “Oh, right! Of course. Yes sweetie, 

I told you, we were all roleplaying the whole weekend! She and Daddy did all kinds of stuff 

together! It wasn’t just her and I of course.” She said, confident, proud, practically beaming with 

how pleased she thought I would be. 

Then she took my expression for doubt, and continued my accidental trauma, by assuring me 

that they’d “broken my Girlfriend in”, for me, both properly and thoroughly. Mom explained that 

she’d been in character as their naughty and slutty daughter for the whole trip. 

Not only that, but since Mom knew I wanted to get kinky with her, they’d made sure to get her to 

try as many new things as possible. “Like I said sweetie, she was licking Mommy while your Dad 

gave it to her good, but that wasn’t all. I bought some very interesting toys for our trip with her, 

and, with her consent of course, your Dad and I double penetrated her in just about every way 

that you can imagine!”

Mom was studying my face, but she looked confused as to why I wasn’t reacting with much 

more excitement and approval. Unfortunately for me, she kept trying to fix this by doubling down, 

and telling me about the next thing, and the next, and the next, and the next… 

Apparently they’d had her go with Dad to a movie, and she sucked him off while wearing a 

naughty school girl outfit. My Girlfriend had brought her gamer headset, and some of her 

equipment, and they’d made a game of, whenever my Father caught her gaming, he’d teach her 

a lesson that somehow involved her screaming “Yes Daddy!”. 

On top of that, they’d actively played while mingling with the other couples at the event, 

introducing her as my Girlfriend, but then clarifying that they were actively roleplaying as Mommy, 

Daddy, Daughter, while they were there. This allowed them to, as Mom put it, “Get her 

exhibitionism feet wet”, by having my Dad bend my Girlfriend over, in a room full of people that I 

mostly knew, and plow her hard and fast, for the whole world to see! 

Now, I’m not going to lie, it was weirdly hot. Like, I loved my Girlfriend, I did. But I also found her to 

be extremely sexy and desirable, so picturing her doing hot, dirty things was actually kind of a 

turn on… in a twisted way. But I also sort of hated it. I hadn’t actually been ready for this, and so it 

felt kind of like cheating. Now, somehow, her cheating with my sexy Mom had a weird, elevated 

fantasy level to it. But with my Dad? Let’s put it mildly and just say, less so. 

Now, somewhere in the midst of Mom telling me all these dirty stories, and, god help me, 

showing me the pictures and videos that went with half of it, she mentioned someone cumming 

inside of her. At that, I think my eyebrows went up so high they may have left my head, but this 

time, even though Mom misread me at first and started assuring me that they hadn’t gotten her 

pregnant or anything; she seemed to “get it” this time, and her telling me about their “wonderful” 

trip came to an abrupt stop. 

“That wasn’t the real issue though… was it Slugger?” Mom asked me, using a nickname that 

she’d been calling me since late elementary school. At a total loss for words, I shook my head 

no. A minute later, Mom added a sympathetic, “Oh… I see”, and laid her hand on my thigh in a 

way that was meant to be comforting. 

However, since she accidentally ended up with a handful of my hard-on, each of us ended up 

gasping. Me in pleasure, and her in surprise. When she pulled her hand away, there was a brief 

pause, and then Mom started laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation; and, despite my 

best efforts to be upset, a moment later I couldn't’ help but join in with her, at least a little. 

When we finally stopped laughing, Mom said, “So, not all of it was upsetting, huh?” At first I 

started to ask her what she meant, but she rolled her eyes at me, smirked, and actually said, 

“Seriously kiddo?”. 

Then she reached back over, and this time, she very deliberately grabbed the outline of my cock, 

which was hard and pinned to my thigh by my clothes. I gasped in sudden pleasure again, but 

this time Mom didn’t pull away. In fact, she not only left her hand there, but she began to gently 

knead, and stroke my cock through my clothes. “I said… sweetie”, Mom continued with a ‘you're 

not fooling anyone’ grin, “that you clearly enjoyed at least SOME parts of my story.” The paused, 

gave me a wicked smile, and dared me to contradict her as she asked, “Didn’t you?” And, since 

my dick was literally throbbing and bucking underneath her touch, I didn’t see much point in trying 

to lie. But a moment later Mom raised her eyebrows at me in a very familiar way, and I knew 

immediately what was expected of me as I answered, “Yes Mom.” 

That seemed to appease her some, and she released her grip on me. Which was, both a relief, 

and a huge disappointment at the same time. But I wasn’t sure how to explain that to myself, let 

alone to my Mother, so I didn’t say anything. I just breathed a sigh of relief, and wondered what 

came next. 

Then Mom offered, “Well sweetie, I am sorry if I misread the situation. Truly. But I can’t undo the 

past. The best we can do is look at whatever positive aspects came of all this, and try to move 

forward. So… is this salvageable?” 

I thought about it, and yeah. I didn’t want to throw my relationship with my Girlfriend away. 

Especially since, not only had I (albeit unknowingly) given her permission to do what she did, and 

not only did I love her still, but Mom was right in that, in a weird way, they had opened the way for 

my sex life with her to be WAY better now. 

In fact, more so than I realized at the time. Because as I was lost in thought, Mom decided that 

she knew a way to help me “sort things out” faster. 

She scooted closer to me, and, to be clear, she was already so close that the process of 

scooting even closer meant that one of her hands was on my thigh again. She had turned 

towards me slightly, and had her palm resting on the top of my other, “outer” thigh to help her 

balance. She was smiling seductively at me from inches away, her red lipstick suddenly a 

thousand times more sexual than it had been a few seconds before. “Would it help if you got a 

little payback on your Dad?”, she asked.

I didn’t know what she meant, but, in fairness, my heart was hammering, my pulse was 

pounding loudly in my ears, and my head suddenly felt so hot that I wasn’t entirely sure that I 

wasn’t on fire. I managed to squeak out a, “What?”. But Mom was all too happy to clarify. She 

leaned into me more, and the end result was that I fell over backwards on my own bed. 

Mom didn’t miss a beat though. Graceful as a ballerina she smoothly swung one leg over me, 

and before I had time to blink, she was hovering over me. The opening in her blouse was very 

generous, and I found myself trying very hard to not stare at my own Mother’s massive cleavage 

line. 

When she spoke next, if I’d been drinking water, I’d have choked! 

“Wanna fuck ‘em?” she asked with a smile. 

I managed not to die, and sputter out another “What?!”, but Mom’s knowing smile never even 

faltered for a second. “Well,” she purred, and then she rolled her hips and in doing so she gave 

my cock another stroke, but this time it was with her silk clad pussy instead of her hand. I was 

pretty sure her skirt had to be hiked all the way up for me to have felt what I just felt, but I couldn’t 

get my eyes past her breasts long enough to be sure. “... the way I see it”, Mom continued. “Your 

Father got to engage in sexual acts, and even cum on, and in, your girlfriend, without you 

realizing that it was happening.” 

“So…” she began, in a very leading way. Then she leaned in close, and with her lips right up 

against my ear, she said, “Maybe you get him back, and SQUEEZE, in a little payback”, and as 

she whispered the word squeeze, she simultaneously pressed down on my cock again. “... by 

sticking it to his Wife, without him knowing that it was happening?”

I was squirming, and burning up, and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. Mom, MY 

MOM, was teasing me with fantasies that I’d been hiding from the whole world for about a 

decade! “Fuck his Wife’s tits… her mouth… and anything else you think might be fair ‘payback’”. 

Then she pulled back from me, and looked me in the eyes. Her face was flushed too, and her 

breathing seemed… excited. She moved her lips to my other ear, and, though she was still 

whispering, her tone seemed less controlled. She was moving further from powerful seductress, 

and closer towards needy slut with each passing moment. 

It was NOT less of a turn on!

In my ear, she said, “You have no idea how many people I’ve played Mommy for baby. So 

whaddya see we stop playing. Hmmm? How about we drop the pretend part, and you…” Then 

she moaned. Her breathing was intense. She was starting to sound needy, almost desperate. 

She gave my earlobe a tiny lick. Then a tiny nibble. Then she half whispered, and half moaned 

out the words, “Fuck, Mommy!” 

I didn’t know what to say. Not because the answer wasn’t “hell-fucking-yes”, but because there 

was no way any of this was real! Right? Mom pulled back a bit so she could see my face when I 

answered, but I just gulped. I managed to say, “Wait, really?”, but I felt betrayed by how needy my 

own tone was. If this had been a trap, I’d have just walked into it. 

Thankfully, instead of telling me that I was caught, Mom instead put her hands up the back of her 

shirt, and a moment later, her bra came out of it. She threw it in the corner, unzipped my pants, 

pulled my cock out with one hand, and her panties to the side with the other!

My Mom was hovering over me with the head of my cock so close to her pussy lips that I could 

actually feel the heat from her body! Then, tone still heavy with lust, Mom spelled it out for me as 

clearly as humanly possible. “Tell Mommy that you want this honey! Tell me that you want this 

tight little cunt, and I swear to GOD it’s yours!” 

Her breathing was heavy, and she was so intense with her tone and her body language that I 

think I could have cum just from that! But, at this point, it was clear as hell that Mom wasn’t 

showing pity, or trying to trade with me. This wasn’t just a swap, one of my fantasies in exchange 

for something. This was 100% her fantasy too. So, as I looked up at my gorgeous Mother; 

braless, horny, and looking more lovely than any woman I’d ever seen, I knew exactly what to 

say. 

“Yes Mommy.”

The very next second I was screaming out a moan, and Mom was crying out “Oh Fuck!” as she 

impaled herself on my cock, pushing down hard, until she was sure that her own Son was balls 

deep inside of her!

Mom covered her mouth, and then mine, but about 20 seconds too late. Then she laughed, but 

again, moved her hand to hush it after the fact. We both looked towards my closed bedroom 

door, but as we listened for movement, we both realized that we could hear a football game 

playing at full blast from the living room. Normally, Mom would have chastised Dad for having the 

T.V. so loud, but I think this time, we were both okay with it. 

Then, after a moment of her just, looking into my eyes like a cross between a loving Mom and a 

seductive lover, she gave her lips a little curve, of a sinful smile, and gently rolled her hips. With 

her roll, my cock glided along the inside of her. It was being dragged along heavenly walls 

towards where it entered, squeezed by pure bliss on all sides as her pussy held me tightly inside 

of it, and then I was pushing back up into her again.  She gave a few more slow, blissful rolls, 

and I was already shaking my head and whispering a warning that I was not going to last long! It 

was too much! It was a dozen fantasies all come true at the same time, and I just wasn’t ready!

 

But Mom just shushed me sweetly, and told me that she knew that. Then she leaned forward 

again, a feeling that hit very differently with my dick buried inside of her! She pressed her chest 

to mine, and in a low voice she told me not to worry about holding off this time. 

“This time?” I quickly replied back, and at that, Mom gave another laugh. This one low, and 

seductive. “This time.” she stated clearly. 

“Don’t you worry sweetie.”, she said reassuringly. “I’m pretty sure that this weekend went a lot 

better than you thought it did. Because your little sweetheart has convinced me that if there is 

one thing I like more than a fast and dirty ‘Mom and kiddo roleplay’, then it is a very long, drawn 

out, and elaborate one. So I think that maybe the three of us are going to get a LOT closer in the 

coming weeks.” And as Mom told me that, she rocked her hips back, and had me once again 

struggling to keep my moans quiet. 

“So, yes baby. This is just the beginning. You are going to get to experience my Mouth”, and as 

she said it, she slid me along the inside of her again. “My tits”, another roll of her hips, inflicting 

incredible pleasure with each wicked promise. “My pussy”, “My ass”, and with each new offer, 

another roll of the hips, until I was right at the edge again, and begging her to hold off for just a 

minute longer! 

Thankfully, she did. For a few minutes, we just stayed there. Her warmth both on top of me, and 

wrapped around me, as she stroked my hair, and made tiny moaning noises whenever either of 

us moved a bit, or breathed too deeply. Then she simply said, “It’s time sweetie”. 

I tried to reply, but all I could do was brace myself, and nod. 

I had my eyes closed tight, but I “heard” her smile. Then she said, “Ask me what time…” 

I couldn’t help myself. I grinned. She was messing with me, but in all the best ways. So I took a 

moment, and then I obliged her. “Time for what Mom?”

Then she took one of my hands, guided it up under her shirt, and filled it with one of her massive 

tits. She started riding me then, strong and steady. I grabbed onto that big beautiful breast, and 

literally had one of my fantasies in the palm of my hand as she moved her lips back to my ear, 

and in between her own moans, she answered me. “It’s time for you to blow a big load of 

teenager cum up inside of your own Mother’s tight little pussy!” 

I was certain that when I yelled fuck, I did so way too loud, and in a blatantly sexual way; but Mom 

just pressed her lips into mine, and began screaming her own orgasm into my mouth as she 

started riding me hard and fast. As she did, we both orgasmed all over one another! 

It took, AWHILE to come down off of that orgasm… 

But when I finally did, Mom gave me a wink, a satisfied smile, and began to move off of me. At 

least she tried to, but first she had to laugh, and remind me that I needed to let go of “her boob”. 

For a while we just laid there. But after another 10 minutes, or so, Mom took some time to 

assure me that everything that had just happened had been wonderful, and that she had not only 

loved it, but that she wanted more of it in the coming days and weeks. Then she got up, and 

went to grab a shower before, as she put it, “Dad got too suspicious”. 

Later that night, everyone was just kind of acting like nothing had changed. At all! Dad didn’t even 

say anything! At least, nothing beyond his normal greetings, grumbles, and general complaints. 

We all sat down for dinner, Mom got us some desert, and Dad watched T.V. until bed while Mom 

and I both went through our normal, nightly, routines. In fact, the whole thing was so disturbingly 

normal, that I was legitimately starting to question my sanity after just two days of it. 

Like… that had all happened, right!?! 

Then one day Dad went to work, and my Girlfriend came over. Mom greeted her at the door and 

they hugged one another like they were best friends from highschool or something. I almost got 

mad, until I remembered that, from her perspective, everything had gone according to MY plan. 

So, yeah. We would need to talk, but, I definitely couldn’t start by springing some bullshit surprise 

anger on her. 

I was about to ask her back to my room to talk, when Mom beat me to it. She asked us all to sit 

down, got us some drinks, and as we sat there, she basically did all the heavy lifting and 

explained everything that got misunderstood to my girlfriend. By the end of it, the poor thing was 

almost in tears, and I could see that she was genuine. 

Then Mom dropped a bomb in the room and snapped her right out of it, by going ahead and 

telling my Girlfriend her plan for “making it right”. 

“He gets to what?” My Girlfriend asked for the second time. But Mom was all smiles as she 

sipped her drink and, without missing a beat, she answered again. This time, a little more 

directly. 

“Daddy got to fuck, finger, and get sucked off by my Son’s Girlfriend… Didn’t he?” At that, my 

Girlfriend sort of looked down and away, answering half under her breath. But, in a twist that, 

once again, had me getting hard when that was 100% not my attention, Mom pulled out a card 

that I hadn’t realized she had. 

After my girlfriend gave her Mumbled answer, Mom reached across the table, tilted my 

Girlfriend’s chin in her direction, and repeated her question with a raised eyebrow. 

I knew that move!

My eyes went wide as my Girlfriend blushed in response before looking up again, glanced at me 

a moment before her blush grew even fiercer. Then, she batted her eyes up at my Mom and 

answered, “Yes Mommy”. 

WTF!?!

Like, no, I knew but… I didn’t KNOW know. You know? 

But Mom pretended not to notice my reaction or my Girlfriend’s growing heat and 

embarrassment. Instead she just continued her explanation the same as she had with me a few 

days before. 

After that, she explained to my Girlfriend that she expected her to wait at the house by herself for 

the rest of the day, since, instead of me taking her to the movies, I would be taking my Mother 

instead. 

I was about to ask what the point of that was, but my Girlfriend beat me to it with a puzzled, 

“Why?”. Then it was my turn to join her in blushing as my Mom grinned, glanced between the 

two of us and asked, “Really? Neither one of you can think why you taking ‘Daddy’s pretty Wife’ 

to the movies would be a part of this?” 

Sure enough, my Girlfriend stayed home and played video games. Meanwhile, Mom took me to 

some cheap little theater, to a movie that was on its way out in the middle of the week. We 

weren’t the only ones in the theater, but we were pretty far from the other “couple”; and they had 

either gone there to do the same thing, or they decided to copy us once they saw what we were 

doing. 

It started with Mom quietly unzipping me 15 minutes into the film, and whispering in my ear that I 

was about to have my cock inside the throat of another Man’s wife. Then, just before she actually 

started, she course corrected little, whispering, “Don’t forget I’m really your Mom though, okay 

sweetie. Be gentle.” 

Then she went to it. It was slow, and tender, and almost torturous in how good it felt. She built 

me so slowly that she had every one of my nerves tingling with pleasure after awhile. But she 

just kept going. Nice and slow, loving almost. Whenever I would get close, she would slow down 

even more, or stop altogether, and hold me in that place where I was ready to burst at any 

second! Until, after some time passed and I calmed back down again, she would once more 

start me off. Nice and slow. 

After almost 30 minutes of oral sex that was better than I had even imagined was possible, Mom 

drew her lips off of me with a noisy slurp, and, looking up at me with a smile lit only by the 

flashing lights from the screen, she quipped with a voice that was one of those “noisy whispers”. 

“You know I was kidding right?” 

Yeah, I had no idea what she was talking about. She definitely wasn’t kidding about what we were 

doing today, and I had the drool covered cock to prove it. After a few seconds of stunned silence, 

Mom caught on that I wasn’t clear on her meaning. So, she went from sucking me off to gently 

pumping my cock with her fist. Then she sat up beside me (It was one of those really nice two 

seater chairs that some theaters have), and tipped her lips up to my ear so she could speak 

softly, and still be heard over the booming theater speakers. 

“I was kidding about being gentle just because I’m your Mother honey.” Then she pulled back to 

look at my face, make some eye contact, and gauge my reaction. That said, she WAS still slowly 

but steadily stroking my cock. That part never let up. 

Then she leaned back in, and whispered into my ear some more. “Do you remember what your 

dear, sweet, Mommy has been doing on the weekends, for fun, for basically your entire life?” 

Then, after a pause, she gave my cock a squeeze and answered, “Half the neighborhood.”

At that, I may have bucked a little. Mom, for her part, pulled back again, smiled at me, and shot 

me a sexy little wink. Then, she leaned up to my ear one last time and whispered, “I know it 

might still be a little weird for you, because I’m your Mom. But your Mom is a bit of a whore… So 

when I’m slurping on a nice big dick in the back of a dark theater, I need you to know that it's 

totally okay to grab a handful of my hair, fill one of your hands with a tit, and treat your Mommy 

like that whore that she is… Okay sweetie?” 

But she didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she just moved her head back into my lap, and 

replaced her hand with her mouth. But this time, there was no letting up. The longer she sucked, 

and slurped, and stroked, the harder and faster she went. 

It didn’t take long for me to take her advice, and pretty soon I had a fistful of my Mother’s long 

beautiful hair and I was doing my best to actively fuck her face as I clenched my teeth, and came 

HARD down her throat. She moaned, and slurped, and swallowed; and yet, she still someone 

managed to coo out filthy little phrases like “MMmmm Good Boy!”, while I struggled not to 

scream so loud that it got us thrown out or arrested. 

After the movie, Mom had me take her out to dinner like we were on an actual date, but when we 

got back to the house and my Girlfriend was waiting for us, Sadly, I figured the madness had to 

be over. 

I was wrong. 

Mom knew just how to make my Girlfriend’s frown disappear, and the next thing I knew, her and 

Mom were going at it on my bed as I sat in my computer chair, watching and jerking off to what 

was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen. At least, it was until they decided to turn their sites 

on me, and then the hottest thing I’d seen was replaced. It went from two beautiful women licking 

one another and making each other cum, to the sight of my Mom and my Girlfriend hungrily 

sucking my cock as and kissing one another frequently as they did!

Once again, we finished before Dad got home, everyone showered, and then we all had dinner 

together like nothing interesting had happened that day! 

Later that night, as my Dad watched sports, Mom joined us as we were playing video games in 

my room, and warned us that, eventually, my Dad would need to be caught up on what was 

going on. But, before the joy of the day could be deflated at all, Mom got a mischievous smile 

and, suggestively, she repeated “Eventually…” 

Then she closed the door behind her.

Over the coming weeks and Months, Mom, My Girlfriend, and I, did a lot of very kinky and dirty 

things together. My Sex life with my Girlfriend had become better than I’d ever dreamed possible. 

Plus, I now had a sex life with my Goddess of a Mother too! 

Eventually, we did tell Dad. Of course, he just thought it was hot. Which, I didn’t quite 

understand, but that was okay. The important thing was that the family dynamic was not only not 

harmed, it got better!

Once we were out in the open, we all started going to events and swinger parties together. 

Eventually, my Girlfriend even became my Wife; so we really were swingers! But, for us, things 

never got dull. In fact, it never even occurred to me! 

That said, I thought that we had done and seen just about everything when, about two years into 

our marriage, Mom took us aside as “her kids” (my Girlfriend still loved calling her Mommy), and 

proposed that we all go to a big fetish event on the other side of the country. At first, it was kind of 

confusing. In order to go to THAT event, we would have to miss a local one that we all really 

enjoyed. So it kind of seemed like we were trading for nothing. But Mom just got that look that told 

us she was waiting for us to figure something out.

After we’d begged her enough to spill, she finally gave in, and confessed why an event far away 

would be so intriguing. In her words, “Well kids. No one there would know us, would they? Not a 

single person. So, what if we went there as a group, and told everyone there that we were 

interested in roleplaying as a family the whole time we were out there…”

Holy shit!

See, Mom, Dad, and I knew everyone locally. It was a huge perk, but it also meant that anything 

that Mom or I did had to be done in private. But if people just thought that we were “playing” Mom 

and Son then…

The following weekend, we flew out to the coast. I had a woman wearing a wedding band on 

either arm, but we told everyone that our preference was to be treated as if we were a family. As 

a result, it was less than a day later when Mom spotted a large group of guys hanging out and 

talking, after one of the rope tying classes, and she approached them with a proposition. 

She then explained that, she’d brought her two kids to the event, hoping to show them both just 

how wild and slutty their Mom could be. But, she lamented, she couldn’t seem to get anyone to 

help her out. 

“Whaddya say boys?” She pleaded. “Is there any way that the…” then she paused, and began to 

point and whisper-count before concluding, “...10 of you would be willing to come back to our 

room, rip these clothes off of me, and show my Son and Daughter here just how dirty a whore 

their Mother can be?”

They were all blushing and agreeing already. But as Mom slowly added a fresh coat of red 

lipstick to her luscious, amazing lips; she added a playful, “I’ll make it worth your while.” 

That night, I watched as 10 strangers gangbanged my Mother. They treated her like a whore, and 

she fucking loved it! Then, halfway through the evening, I joined in… And because we were all 

“just playing”, they practically cheered me on when I saw an opening, claimed a hole, and told 

my Mom how hot she looked as the center of a gangbang!

After that, believe it not, things only got better.

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