THE MOMMY KINK: PT1, THE COOKOUT

 

THE MOMMY KINK: PT1, THE COOKOUT

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As always, I will use a variety of methods to obfuscate the names and people who were involved 

in the events that inspired this story, and all my other stories.Most of my stories are based on 

various “scenes”, or roleplays, that I have engaged in. Some others were stories that rightfully 

belonged to friends of mine, but who gave me permission to write them here, and others still are 

purely fiction, and I simply draw on real life experiences to give them a sense of realism. 

This is one of the first stories that will use named characters. This story is a part 1, with part 2 

mostly done already. 

The family is Dad=Steve, Mom=Mary, 1st born kids are Son/Alex and Daughter/Tasha. The Son 

in this story is the youngest (recently 18) Steven. 

You won’t see a lot of this in part 1, because it happens at an event where they are using fake 

names; but the idea will be expanded upon in part 2, and I am still deciding if I want this story to 

have 2 parts, or 4.

I hope you enjoy!

Love, Risky~ 

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The cookout was probably the coolest party I’d ever been to in my life. I was 18, and I’d only 

graduated High School the month before, but trust me, it was pretty incredible. It wasn’t the food, 

though the food was very good. High quality everything. The woman who was hosting the party 

was actually a high level manager for a grocery store that shall remain nameless. But, bottom 

line, she was able to get the best burgers, bacon, hot dogs, bread, chips… just, everything! It 

was all top of the line. The soda was whatever flavor you wanted, the alcoholic beverages looked 

very good, and I’m told they were all top tier. So, basically, as a baseline, imagine a regular 

cookout, but all the drinks, food, and snacks are among the best you’ve ever had. 

Got that baseline? Good! Now comes the cool part, because all of that didn’t have crap on the 

fact that the entire party was made up of people from all over the state who were members of 

the kink and swingers community. Yeah, that lady who was a high level manager had a lot more 

people licking her boots than just those that worked for her… some of them literally. She was a 

dominatrix in her personal life, and she was a major part of the kink scene, and the swinger 

scene (generally speaking, those are two different things). So, this sort of became a kink event. 

Like, it was invitation-only, but at the same time, there were thousands of people who knew about 

it, and were sad they didn’t get an invitation. I mean, it made sense. As it stood, her backyard, 

and her house were both already PACKED full of people. It wasn’t crowded like a club, but it was 

crowded like a fun party. You could grab a seat, have some space, and split off with a handful of 

friends. But at the same time, you could also meet 100 or so new people. So, “lively”. 

The party was for the 4th of July and it was one of those things where it wasn’t technically the 

4th, but this town was doing the fireworks that night anyway, so… party! 

Plus, in case I haven’t sold it yet, this was no ordinary party. The ratio was tipped just a bit 

towards having more women than men, but not by much. The thing is, the ratio didn’t fucking 

matter. Because every person there was a kinky, flirty, playful person who had come to the party 

to do kinky, flirty, playful things! So yeah, almost everyone had arrived with a plus one, but at the 

same time, most of those people would not only be okay with you getting a blowjob from their 

plus one, they were actively hoping for something along those lines! Okay, okay. That is 

overselling it, but only by a little! Because it was July, bikini tops, summer dresses, and little 

short skirts were absolutely everywhere. Everyone was flirting and being playful, and that is NOT 

overselling it. 

Now, yeah, this wasn’t a kink event, like, say, a superhero themed orgy or anything (that was a 

thing that they did last year… God I wanted to be a part of this community so badly)! But it was 

the nature of the people that made anything possible. This was just “that group”. They’d gotten 

together for burgers, conversation, drinks, and to celebrate a holiday together. But… they were 

the kind of people who “yadda yadda’d” their way into gangbangs. So, anything was possible. 

Well… almost anything.

Did I mention that I drove there with my parents? 

Yeah. See, this was my 3rd “kink event”, but my “in” was my Mom and Dad. They were both very 

popular players in both the kink and swinger communities, and, if you’d met my Mom, you would 

know why immediately. She was smart, funny, and fun. She had a flirtatious nature to her that 

made you feel sexy and, “in on”, whatever it was she was talking about, and, if all of that wasn’t a 

total fucking package all on it’s own, she just happened to have huge tits, long gorgeous hair, and 

an ass that was best described as “perfect”. Try hitting puberty with THAT in the house! 

…. Seriously though, it wasn’t easy. I did not have a single friend who had not let it slip, at LEAST 

once, that they would kill their grandma for a shot at sleeping with my Mom. It did not make for 

the easiest teenage years. 

But, on the other hand... When I found out that my parents were kinkier than I knew was even a 

thing, and that they “played” in ways I didn’t realize existed outside of porn, they were SO cool 

about it! There was an adjustment period where they were not sure what to do, don’t get me 

wrong. But once they decided that I was safer knowing than wondering, they told me everything. I 

got a sudden crash course in sex that was basically like an academic education. I was getting a 

masters degree and sex and kink, and it was amazing. From there, it wasn’t hard to convince 

them that, once I was of age, it only made sense if they introduced me into this world that they’d 

told me all about since, I was going to HAVE to see it for myself. So, again, they figured it was 

better off if it was done safely, on their terms, with them as teachers and guides about rules and 

etiquette, than with  me just bumbling blindly into a new scene and getting blacklisted before my 

21st birthday. 

So, there I was. My Mom and Dad were at the party somewhere, but the over 100 beautiful, flirty, 

available (at least for play) women that were surrounding me sort of canceled that out. I was 

having great conversations, and talking about stuff my friends would never dream of, and I was 

doing it with beautiful flirty women, who assured me that their wedding rings were nothing I 

needed to worry about (and their husbands agreed)!

Now, it was all pretty tame this time. I’d seen some crazy stuff, but Mom and Dad had told me 

that the main point of this event was just networking. There were no corsets for sale, no rope 

classes being taught, and no designated play areas or equipment set up. It was legitimately 

supposed to be a 4th of July party. Now, my Parents HAD warned that handjobs, blowjobs, and 

sex may happen, but it was important to note that, for once, the event wasn’t specifically FOR 

that. It was just for people from the community to get together, and they thought it would be a 

good chance for me to meet some people, make some friends, and maybe even get a play 

partner. 

On the drive over, my Parents had gone over their rules for the millionth time. Especially Mom. 

One minute she was walking downstairs for the party in this sexy little top with a mesmerizing  

zipper, along with a sexy little black skirt… and the next she was fussing with my hair and 

reminding me to always be honest. 

That was sort of Mom’s big thing with these events. Her and Dad had been honest with me, and I 

needed to be honest with them, and with all my play partners. Like, that thing, that exact thing 

was a phrase she made me repeat at least 100 times since all of this first started. 

I mean, I got it. I really did. She was always stressing, over and over again, that without honesty, I 

not only wouldn’t get very far, but I would set all the wrong expectations and could end up 

ostracized. 

All well and good, and all totally worth it. I’d been there an hour and I’d already had my crotch 

consensually “brushed against” by a variety of sexy strangers. The conversations were great, 

and I was beginning to think that I might even walk out of there with someone who wanted to 

hook up with me later on. Like, my first legitimate play partner! 

A LOT of the women there were my type. But, eventually I got to talking to this one woman who 

looked just, exactly like the person I wanted to end up playing with. She was overtly sexual and 

flirty. We didn’t hit on a lot of interests outside of sex, but she was pretty heavily focused on that 

subject, and, believe it or not, I was okay with that! 

So, there I was, talking with this very busty, long haired beauty, and she was asking me about my 

kinks. Well, I started with the safe stuff at first, but I always left my answers open enough so that 

she would know there was more and I could see if we lined up on anything before I said 

something that she might find off-putting. But, no matter what I said, she just told me that she 

thought it was hot too, and then she would mention a thing she liked about it before asking me 

what else. So, yeah, it was going REALLY well! At least, it was until she started to ask me about 

roleplays and the really kinky stuff that I wanted to find a partner for eventually. At that point, I’d hit 

nothing but green lights, so I mustered up my courage, lowered my voice, admitted that I was 

kind of hoping to do some Mom/Son stuff, because that was something I wanted to explore right 

now.  

But, of fucking course, right at that Moment, my Mom was right behind me! 

At first, my hopes for how this was going to play out went through the clouds, as the woman I 

was talking too said that I’d just named her favorite kink, and then those same hopes crashed in 

a fiery explosion as I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find my Mother staring at me, upset, 

and with her hands placed angrily on her hips. 

She… did not look happy. In fact, she was clearly a little huffy with me when she asked, “What 

did I say about honesty?!” And just… fuck. Oh god. Well, at least now I knew how I died. 

I blushed, and looked between the two women (who, without a doubt, looked a lot alike). But, 

Mom hadn’t said “how dare you have a Mom kink”, so, I tried to focus on what she did say. 

Lowering my voice, I kind of mumbled through a very direct explanation, telling her that I AM being 

honest. 

Mom still looked peeved though, and she flat out told me that she didn’t believe me. She was 

calling bullshit, and she was doing it in front of my potential new partner. Now, at this point, I was 

a little mad back. I mean, she was calling me a liar just as I was about to close the deal with this 

woman. So, I stood my ground. I told her, I meant what I said. It was true. 

Then, for just a second or so, she looked like she almost believed me. This was not the 

argument I was expecting, but I almost sighed with relief as Mom seemed to notice how similar 

my chosen play partner was to her in looks. Like, when the fuck did Mom BELIEVING that I 

fantasized about having sex with her… become the optimal outcome?!

But, just when I thought she saw it, and believed me; she frowned and shook her head. Then, 

came the most damning blow of all. Because Mom straight up told me that she didn’t believe me 

because, if I had a “Mommy Fetish”, then she would have heard something about it, or somehow 

stumbled across it by now. 

Which… was a problem. Because, like I said before, my parents have been giving me total 

honesty and full disclosure for months now, and in exchange, I was supposed to be doing the 

same. But, of course, I had hidden the fuck out of this one thing, and, like an idiot, I thought I 

could keep it from them even as I entered the kink community that they both played in. 

Mom had said something while my thoughts were scrambling and I’d missed it. But I was 

apparently the only one, since I looked around, I realized we were starting to draw more attention 

than before. Several people were looking at us now, and Mom was staring at me with that very 

specific, “waiting for an answer” look that Mom’s got sometimes. 

“Well?” Mom asked, and I was properly stuck. 

Fuck! 

But just as I was trying to figure out a diplomatic way to say that I hadn’t been paying attention, 

she repeated herself. Gesturing towards her own body, she simply said, “Prove it kiddo. I’m right 

here. Waiting.” 

I froze for another second. But then I thought of something clever, and with a smug smile I said, 

“I would… but kink and consent are both two way streets. Just because I’m into something, 

doesn’t mean my partner is.” I gestured to her as I said “my partner”, and I knew it was a winning 

move. I was actually quoting one of the things that she herself had told me when her and Dad 

were getting me ready for these events. 

Mom… did not look defeated. She was smiling back at me, waiting patiently like a tiger in the tall 

grass; and as she did, my smugness began to deflate. Then, still grinning, Mom walked up to me 

with a little sway to her hips that drew every eye to her perfect ass. Then, in a low, sultry voice, 

she said, “Oh but sweetie, it’s your lucky day.” 

No. No way.

Then Mom, ever so casually said, “You see, I have a Mother/Son fetish too. In fact, I’m even a 

little famous for it.” She paused a beat, and then, without taking her eyes off me, she said to no 

one in particular, “Isn’t that right boys?” In reply, several of the people watching gave a little cheer, 

or a whistle. Some people gave a clap, and at least one woman playfully moaned out, “Yes 

Mommy!”; which got even more cheers. 

At that point, Dad had noticed that his Wife and Kid were at the center of something, and he 

made his way over to us, beer in hand. He scooted through the crowd, and tapped Mom to get 

her attention, which had been laser focused on me up to that point. He saw that we had an 

audience, and he didn’t try to whisper, instead speaking loud enough so that he became part of 

the show. Good crowd politics on his part, so, point for Dad. 

“What’s uh… what’s going on babe?” For a half a second, I thought the cavalry had come, and I 

was saved. But Mom put a stop to that idea real fast. She shot Dad a playful smile, and, like him, 

spoke in a voice loud enough for the ever growing crowd to hear, as if we were on a stage and 

this was all just a play. Despite that, this was my Mom, my Dad, my potential play partner, and 

my sex life. So, it was managing to be both very public, while also still being incredibly personal 

and intimate! At least for me!

“Well hubby, our little friend here was just telling us about a fetish that he is either fibbing about, 

or has kept from me… (Mom did a quick course correction on that one, replacing “me” with) 

…us. “

Dad gave me a look that quickly established that he was no longer there to back me up. 

“Really?” he asked, and his tone was a firm accusation, that clearly put him on Mom’s side of 

this. Of course, he did NOT know what he was bargaining for!  

Mom clarified for him real fast though, and I think that, when she did, I was the only one who saw 

his brain temporarily implode as he went through intense shock and realization, before quickly 

covering it up and deciding to play along with whatever Mom had planned. “It turns out our young 

friend here has a Mommy Kink… or so he says. And since I am very much the resident 

‘Mommy’, I was just explaining to him that I think he should either admit that he made  a false 

claim while flirting… or he should step up and prove it.” 

Mom’s grin was sexual and corrupting as she reached up and grabbed the zipper on her bikini 

top. She began to pull it down, parting the teeth, and her absolutely massive breasts looked like 

they were giving that zipper one hell of a stress test. She got it down to the last little bit, and left it 

there. Somehow, it held. But it definitely gave the impression that her breasts would pop free at 

any moment and possibly send the zipper flying. 

Now, it is worth noting that Mom and Dad had gone out of their way to introduce me by my 

“handle” only. As far as everyone there knew, they had met me online, gotten to know me, gotten 

to like me, and started to take me to fetish events to introduce me around because they thought 

I’d be a good addition to the group. No one knew that they were actually my parents. They were 

just my ride. So, as far as anyone knew, this was flirting, this was comeuppance, and this was 

roleplay; but none of them would have imagined that the woman who was threatening to play my 

Mother was, in fact, my ACTUAL Mother. 

But whether they knew it or not, Dad and I sure as hell did. So it had weight that, no one but us 

felt, when Mom got down on her knees to whoops and cheers, tipped her chin up, and said, 

“Anyone besides me think it would be hot if this, literal 18 year-old, whipped that big dick out? The 

one that his pants are hiding about as well as my top is hiding my tits… and put it down his 

Mother’s throat in front of a cheering crowd?”  Another round of cheers went up at that, and Mom 

just grinned up at me from her knees, and licked her full, red lips.

I mean, from her perspective, I was probably lying, and I was about to admit it. At which point, the 

embarrassment of it all would be my punishment, and she would have the added benefit of being 

proven right. The thing was, I wasn’t lying, and she wasn’t right. So, when she realized that, what 

would happen next? 

I got my answer a minute later, when I took a step forward, and unzipped. I have to admit, my 

pants had been fucking killing me. I felt like I’d never been this hard in my whole life! So it felt 

good to “let my cock out” and feel those confines finally give way. Of course, that meant that I 

was now standing over my kneeling Mother in front of a crowd of swingers and kinksters with my 

cock waving right in her face. 

At that moment, I swear I saw my Mom gulp; and maybe even blush! She stared at my cock for 

a minute, then she peered around it, and up at me, giving me an appreciative glance. Then she 

said, “Hey, um, Hubby?”, and when Dad replied with a dry mouthed, “Yeah?”, she said, “I think if I 

was wrong, and our friend here is actually able to follow through with this… we may need to 

adopt him.” 

That got a laugh from the crowd. “Whattya say Slugger?”, Mom asked, using one of her 

childhood nicknames for me. “If you really are into Mom/Son play, then how would you feel about 

Steve (my Dad, her Husband) and I, ‘adopting’ you, and you could start coming to these little 

events as our ‘Son’. Does that sound like fun?” I knew that what I was hearing was a real offer of 

some kind, but I had no idea what to do with it. My brain felt like it was on fire, and I was just 

about as turned on as I’ve ever been in my life. Mom was still KNEELING on the ground in front of 

me, and her face was so close to my dick that I could feel her breath playing along the skin of it 

whenever she spoke. People were watching us and I could feel their expectations, and as 

embarrassing as this might have been for most Husbands, my Mom and Dad went to these 

events for a reason. So well I may not have fully understood it, the truth was that my Dad 

probably thought seeing Mom on her knees like that was hot. Even given the circumstances.

Mom apparently saw that I didn’t know what to say, so she simplified things. She took a moment, 

and seemed to regain her composure. Then, she reached up to her zipper again and said, 

“Moment of truth kiddo”, and when I didn’t do anything, she took that as some kind of sign and 

moved her zipper down that last little bit that brought my Mother’s very large and gorgeous tits 

out into view of literally everyone. Then she continued with, “No more words needed.” Then she 

grinned and added slyly, “After all, what kind of Mother would I be if I set the bad example of trying 

to talk with my Mouth full?” That got a laugh from several onlookers, and Mom gave me this sexy 

little wink with it that made my cock buck.  “So…” she said. “It’s time to put up or shut up. Either 

you are about to admit that you screwed up… Or I want to hear you say ‘Yes Mommy’, and then 

you show all these nice people how pretty your Mom looks with that big cock of yours shoved all 

the way down my throat.” 

Mom waited a second. Then smiled, and teased, “Well?” Then she tipped her chin up, stuck her 

tongue out, and with her words mangled a bit by the fact that her tongue was all the way out, she 

said, “I’mmm WAIT-tingggg”. 

I hesitated for just a second, and I could see that my beautiful, topless, goddess of a Mother, who 

was a major figure in the community I was desperately trying to join, was about to get up and 

declare victory. So I grabbed my cock, and when I did, Mom paused, and raised her eyebrows at 

me. I was expecting a look that said, “You wouldn’t dare”, but the look she was giving me was 

simply… intrigued. She didn’t think I would… but nothing about her body language said that she 

was against it. I leaned towards her, aiming myself at her lips, but not pushing forward or 

anything. When I did, Mom just grinned again, and raised an eyebrow at me. Again, not signaling, 

“don’t”, but more like, “well… I’m waiting”. Then she pursed her lips and closed her eyes like she 

was waiting for a kiss. 

Then, right in that exact moment, I felt it. I knew, I just knew, that I was either going to do this, or 

be forever embarrassed by it. So, I clenched my teeth, and did something that, if I was being 

honest, I’d fantasized about on more than one occasion. I felt the tip of my dick bump into my 

Mom’s lips, and the moment it did, her eyes popped open in surprise and she gave the tiniest 

little squeak noise in surprise. But I kept going. I pushed with my hips, and when I did, there was 

a brief moment of resistance, where my Mom’s lips were still pursed shut… But then they 

parted, and when they did, they did so gloriously. One moment I was pushing against firm, red 

lips, and the next her warm and waiting mouth swallowed me up and drank my cock into it. Her 

tongue, hot and ready for me, slid along the bottom of my shaft and began to stroke and swirl 

over over the skin of it, sending my nerves into pleasure overload. A moment later her first moan 

rolled up out of her throat, and she began to bob her head, sliding her lips up and down the length 

of my shaft as her passionate moans told me and everyone who was watching that she not only 

wanted this, but that she’d decided that she wanted it BADLY!

It went on for several minutes like that. It had begun a little awkward and unsure, but now Mom 

was moaning, and slurping, and bobbing her head up and down the length of me like she needed 

my cock more than food, sleep, or air. She was so intense that everyone watching was blatantly 

blushing and panting; as they watched her work me over like a professional. None of the guys 

watching had taken their own cocks out, but I later learned that this was only because the show 

that my Mom was putting on was so intense, that they were afraid that the moment they did take 

their dicks out, that they would “go off”. 

After 5 or 6 minutes of the most intense sexual pleasures I’d ever experienced in my entire life, 

Mom grabbed one of my hands and placed it one of her very large breasts, and the sensation of 

it, coupled with the realization that I was actually skin to skin with one of my Mom’s incredible tits, 

was too much. I shuddered violently, and warned Mom that she was going to make me cum. 

At that, she slowed down a bit. Then a bit more. Then, when she’d eased off considerably, and I 

felt like I could breathe again (though every nerve was still telling me I’d never had an orgasm as 

that felt half as good as “calmed down” did right at that moment), she took me out of her mouth, 

and kept me going, slow and steady, with her hand. 

“Do you want this?” She asked me, and her voice was the most wanton and sexual thing I’d ever 

heard. I nodded in reply, unable to match anything close to her incredible tone. But then she took 

her free hand, and moved my hand from her breast, up to the back of her head. Once it was 

there, she instructed me to ball my hand up, and get a big fistful of her hair in it. I did as she said, 

and then Mom told me, “If you want this, then I need you to stop just letting it happen, and TAKE 

IT. SHOW me you want it. Show everyone here!” 

Then she stopped stroking me, and instead she guided my other hand to the back of her head to 

join the first. “You implied earlier you were gonna prove you had a thing for Mommy by putting me 

on my knees, and facefucking me in front of your Father, and all of our kinky friends. So…” Then, 

having guided both my hands into balled up fists in her hair, she placed her hands over mine, and 

with my grip, she jerked her own head back. When she did, she let out a moan. Then she told 

me that she didn’t want to be able to say anything else until after I’d shot my cum down her 

throat; until finishing with, “Now… show Mommy that you can play rough when I need you to; and 

maybe we can make this a regular thing.” 

I knew she meant it, and by all that was holy or unholy, I wanted that so fucking bad!!! So I jerked 

her head into place, drawing another moan from her. Then I shoved my cock down into my 

Mother’s rather tight throat, and I fucked it hard and fast. I fucked her face to the moans of both 

her, and an appreciative crowd, and I felt her hot drool running down my balls, even as I clapped 

them forcefully into her face and lips. In less than three minutes, I was screaming out an orgasm 

as I shot load, after load, after load down my Mom’s throat. But she just moaned, swallowed, and 

moaned for more. 

When it was finally done, I could barely stand up. We managed to stagger over to a nearby lawn 

chair, and collapse. Mom, for her part, just smiled dreamily at me, gave me an approving wink, 

and licked some of the cum off of her lips. It was all over her. At some point I must have had her 

throat blocked up, so her mouth filled up and then my cum spilled out and all over her face. From 

there it had run down her chin, and now random globs of it were falling off her chin and on to her 

still naked tits. She looked incredible! Hotter than I’d ever imagined, and I had imagined some 

filthy fucking stuff! 

While I was sitting there, the woman I’d originally been talking to walked up to me and leaned 

down to whisper in my ear. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Seriously. If you 

ever want to do some Mom/Son stuff with me, call me.” Then she slipped a business card into 

my hand. 

Dad eventually came over and helped Mom up to her feet, and I realized what a fucking idiot I’d 

been for not doing that. But Mom saw my look, and gave me a disarming smile and a hand wave 

to let me know that she wasn’t mad. The two of them talked for a bit, and Dad used a cloth to 

clean her off a bit while she recovered her top (Which I hadn’t realized had come off at some 

point) and she put it back on and zipped it back up. Several guys came over and made overt 

offers or begs of her, but she shot them all down with expert grace that had them panting after 

her and thanking her for her rejections. 

I hate to say it, but it was a good 10 minutes before I thought to clean up, and only then after a 

random person at the party laughed and asked me, “You planning on putting that thing away at 

some point?” I was a little bashful about it, but less so than before. No one was mocking anyone 

here. Everything was done with consent, even the teasing and laughter; or at the very least, that 

was the idea behind it all. So I went and got washed up, grabbed something to drink, and put my 

dick away before I went back out to the party and grabbed a burger. Pretty soon, it was going to 

start showing those first hints of dark, and once full dark arrived, the fireworks would start. 

I was standing around talking to some guy about a superhero movie that had come out recently, 

when Mom walked up to me and looped her arm through mine. I was startled at first, but when 

the guy across from me stared at the arm for a second, Mom winked at him and said, “I see 

you’ve met my Son, (Then she dropped the “fet-name” that I went by at these events)”. At that, 

the guy laughed, and said, “Yeah. I think at this point we all know your Son. Hell of an introduction 

after all!” Then Mom asked what we were talking about, and when the guy told her, she joined in 

the conversation like it was nothing, and we all spent the next 10 minutes talking about superhero 

movies together. It was kind of awesome. I mean, I know it sounds lame to say I’ve never had a 

girlfriend as cool as my Mom, but, I mean, Come On! She was pretty fucking cool! 

We kind of reached the natural conclusion of the discussion, and the guy's play partner waved at 

him to come over to her and meet someone she was talking to. But, just before he left, he 

stopped, leaned in towards me a bit and asked, “Hey, I don’t want to say anything out of line… 

What-all are you guys into, with this Mom Son stuff?” He said it so casually, but I just kind of 

stammered for a second. Like, I WANTED to reply, but I was pretty sure I didn’t even understand 

the question. Thankfully, I’d been introduced as “the new guy” for 3 events now, and he was cool 

about it when he saw me fluster. So, he clarified, and as he did, Mom studied my face the whole 

time. She was grinning from ear to ear as she sipped her drink and studied my reactions as a 

form of entertainment. 

He said, “I mean like… Do you want me to act like she’s your Mom, and that means be 100% 

respectful? Or is it more the opposite, where I should be as dirty and disrespectful as possible if 

that’s what I’m feeling?” He paused for an answer, and when none came, he continued a bit. 

“Or… is it more in the middle, like, be respectful that she’s your Mom, but you wouldn’t exactly 

mind hearing me compliment her blowbang skills from last weekend?” I looked to Mom for an 

answer, and when I did, I knew that his last comment had me blushing. But she just took another 

sip of her drink, and raised her eyebrows at me. She was obviously waiting for me to answer, 

same as he was. So I took her advice, and went with honesty. I figured, the last thing that he 

said, the blowbang comment, had made me both blush, and want to ask for details. So I told 

him, “That last one. Dirty comments are okay, but they only work because she’s my Mom so… 

act like that too.” He nodded, and seemed to really respect my answer. Which I liked. I also liked 

that Mom just went along with it, apparently okay with whatever I decided. That was hot… but it 

was also empowering, in kind of a nice way. 

I still had no idea how any of this was going to work, but Mom very clearly wasn’t shutting it 

down. Like at all. And just when I thought we were about to go and sit with Dad and get ready to 

enjoy some fireworks, Mom used my arm to pull me in close so she could whisper. Then, she 

whispered a question into my ear from so close that her breath was hot along my skin, and sent 

little shivers down my spine. She purred, “So kiddo. Exactly how kinky does this Mommy fantasy 

of yours get?” I pulled back enough so that I could see her face when I answered her, and the 

moment that I did, I could tell from the look in her eyes that, if I played my cards right, my second 

incredible sexual adventure would start on the same night that my first one had.

Admitting to my Mommy Kink might be the best thing that ever could have happened to me!

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