The Warning Outfit

The Warning Outfit

I heard a laugh from the next room. It was a great laugh. A minute later, Mom was standing in my 

doorway, leaning around the corner with a grin on her face. “Um, sweetie?” She said, her tone 

sounding extremely amused. 

I answered as deadpan as I could, barely looking up from my phone as I kept a straight face. 

“Yeah Mom?” Her smirk deepened, and we both knew that I wasn’t fooling anyone. “About this 

um, hmmm, let’s be generous and call it an outfit. About this outfit that you left out for your 

Mother to wear tonight. Are you sure that this is the choice that you want to go with?” 

I nodded, still looking as casual as I could manage. “Yeah Mom. Why?” 

At that, she put her hands on her hips, and, still wearing a grin she tipped her head to the side at 

me, as if to say, “seriously?”. After a minute of me not giving in, Mom laughed and threw her 

hands up, playing along as she said, “Oh gee honey. I don’t know. It MIGHT have something to do 

with you telling me that you wanted to have a serious discussion with your friends tonight, so that 

no one got any funny ideas. If this is what I’m warning them in, then you have a strange way of 

warning people.” 

She was trying to look at me sternly, but she was too amused to pull it off. 

I shook my head, and told her that I thought it would work out just fine. And, after a few seconds 

of staring at me suspiciously, like she was trying to figure out if I was being serious or not, she 

shook her head at me. Then, with the sexiest damn gait to her walk, she left my room with 

swaying hips and a sultry glance over her shoulder. A few seconds later, her voice came down 

the hall, “You asked for it!” 

The friends in question would be there pretty soon. We normally got together every other 

Saturday and gamed. Today we’d canceled that since one of our buddies was sick, but we were 

still getting together just to hang out and watch movies or whatever. At least, that was what they 

thought. 

What they didn’t know, because of course they didn’t, was that my Parents had sat me down for 

a confession last weekend. It turned out that they were swingers, and kinksters, and sexual 

deviants of every variety. Mom told me that it was important to let me know all of this now that I 

was 18. Her main reason was that, 18 and up was the limit on a lot of the parties and events that 

she and Dad went to, and she didn’t want me to find out that my Mom was kinky because one of 

my buddies attended a party and saw my Mother there, doing unspeakable things. 

It made sense. Of course if I found out, I’d want it to be from them, and I’d want a heads up. The 

thing was, this new information fucking haunted me! My Mom was hot as fuck! Long legs, big 

tits, pretty eyes, and with a laugh and a personality that was seductive all on its own. After 

masturbating to the thought of my own Mother 5 times a day for a week, I finally confronted her 

about how hot I thought she was, and that thinking of her at those parties was messing with me. I 

just, couldn’t believe that she was secretly so sexually active. In reply, Mom got this wicked grin, 

pulled me down so she could kiss my forehead, and then said, “Oh my sweet boy. Your friends 

aren’t the only ones who are 18 you know.” In reply to my confused look, Mom shot me a wink 

and, before walking away like the goddess of high heels, she added, “Well? If they are old 

enough to go to these parties and catch your Mother in action, then, by that math, aren’t you?” 

Fast forward through another day of non-stop fantasizing about her, and I managed to talk my 

Mom into having a talk with my buddies. Or at least my gaming buddies. I told her that I just 

wanted her to tell them the same stuff that she’d told me, so that everyone had a warning. She 

gave me a very suspicious look, and straight up asked me if I thought that was a good idea 

when, by my own confession, it had only made me want her more. But I brushed off her initial 

suspicions, said, “Yup!”, and walked away before she could dig deeper. 

Now it was the day of, and I’d told Mom that I laid an outfit out for her. 

So, Mom, after what I hoped was a flirty conversation full of understanding, tried the outfit on and 

got ready for the talk while I started welcoming my buddies to the house, grabbing snacks and 

drinks and stuff, and basically getting everyone comfortable for what they thought would be just 

another night of hanging out. 

I was heading away from my friends and back down the hall, when Mom stepped out of her 

room. She was wearing red lipstick, a large set of hoop earrings, high heels, and a little black 

lingerie outfit that didn’t fit her well in all the most wonderful ways. Every step had it riding a 

quarter of the way up her lovely ass. Her breasts were a little too big for it, and so if she didn’t 

make a constant effort to keep it on both of her shoulders, it would slide down one of them and 

expose a bit of areola on that side. 

“Oh sweetie”, she purred as she stalked up to me, and then stood in front of me looking like the 

most gorgeous and seductive woman to ever walk the Earth. “Are you sure you want Mommy to 

be wearing THIS when I tell your friends about all the things that I like?” 

Her tone of voice was like sex itself. I’d never heard my Mom sound like that before! She wasn’t 

chastising me, or regretting anything. No, if the look in Mom’s eyes told me anything, it was that 

she was eating this up. She was reveling in it! 

I gulped. Her sexuality was intense to the point where it made the air seem heavier somehow.

I flubbed my words a bit. It was suddenly hard to think and look at her at the same time. I think I 

said no, and then yes, and then asked what the question was again. But after Mom leaned 

forward, stopped holding her strap on her shoulder, and said, “Steven sweetie, I asked you if you 

are absolutely sure that you want Mommy to wear this, when I walk in there, and tell your friends 

all about my… preferences.” 

I nodded, and tried to play it cool. This time I failed, but I still managed to say, “Sure. I mean, 

why?” 

But Mom’s grin was so sexual it made it suddenly very painful to be wearing pants at all. Then 

she stepped forward, and laid a cool, gentle hand on my cheek. 

“Well Son,” she said as she began to answer my question. “The reason I bring it up is, I’m pretty 

sure that if Mommy goes into that living room,” and she cast her eyes in the room's direction as 

she said it, before bringing them back to me. “...Right now, dressed like this, well, I don’t think a 

room full of horny teenage boys is going to get the right message. In fact,” she said, leaning in, 

so she could whisper into my ear. “I’m pretty sure they’re going to end up fucking the shit out of 

me.” 

At that, Mom pulled back, smiled, and looked me in the eyes once more. Her hand still resting on 

the side of my face, and idly stroking my hair (lifelong habits and all that). “So sweetie. No more 

games Steven, okay? You know me, you know them, and I know you. So we both know what I 

am really asking, and since I’m asking at all, we both know what I am really offering. Don’t we?” I 

couldn’t find the air to talk. Like, I knew she’d been playing along, and I hoped she would! But 

hearing her say ‘offering’, just made it so… WOW! I nodded a yes, since a nod was all I could 

manage. 

I was just a bit worried that this was still some kind of trap. Like, Mom only came this far to make 

sure that I wouldn’t say yes. But when I did, she just smiled at me, said, “Well alright then.” Then 

she took my arm, nodded in the direction of the living room, and said, “Shall we?” 

Once we were in there, Mom played it up, HARD. She walked around the room, touching the 

guys' faces, or their hair. She talked about all the wicked things that her and my Dad got up to, 

and she reached out to touch a hand on the arm of the couch, or a leg close enough for her to 

reach down and brush her fingers along. She gave them a similar talk to the one she’d given me, 

but instead of sounding like a concerned parent, she said it all like lusty nympho, who was more 

confessing her desires than she was warning anyone off. 

By the time she was done, and it didn’t take long, she was standing there in a room full of rock 

hard teenaged guys who could not take their eyes off of her. Then she said, “I’ll be honest boys, 

when I told my Son all about how his Father loved to see me sucking, fucking, and generally 

going wild, I had no idea that he might be the same way.” Then she gestured to her outfit, making 

no effort to keep anything from riding up, or falling down as she did. The guys glanced at me, like 

a quick thanks, or a what the fuck, but they couldn’t keep their eyes off my Mom for long. 

Once she had all of their attention again, she said, “But based on how this is going so far, I think 

that maybe Steven invited all of you over here today so he could watch his own Mother getting 

fucked.” Again, Mom paused, and smiled. All the guys seemed to be closer to her now, but they 

hadn’t actually moved yet.

“But, that’s up to you boys. If you are not comfortable, then I can go change, and you boys can sit 

and watch a Movie with my Son. Or…” 

Then Mom looked over at me, and made direct eye contact as she smiled sinfully and said, “...Or 

you could come over here, take your cocks out, and we could all try really hard to figure out how 

you thank someone who fantasizes about seeing their Mom act like a whore.”

With that, she smiled once more, not looking back to them as she said, “But like I said, it’s up to 

you of course.” 

Before she’d even finished talking all five of them were up and were moving towards her. In 

seconds she had hands all over her body, and in between moans and cries of pleasure, she got 

handsy right back. 

Then she had a cock in her mouth as she slurped and looked my way. Then someone finally 

shoved their dick into her. Then two! Mom seemed to control the action like the experienced 

vixen that she was, but when she something it was usually “Harder!”, “More!”, or something 

directed to me, like, “Your friends are pounding Mommy so good!”. 

It didn’t take long until all of my friends were spent. Once they were, I remember Mom looking 

over at me with a face full of cum and, in a teasing tone she said, “Just talk to them Mom. Just a 

little warning so nothing weird happens?” 

I didn’t exactly have a defense for that. So I shrugged, and said the only thing I could think of. 

“Could we do it again sometime”. 

At that, Mom laughed. “How many more friends do you have?!” she asked, half laughing as she 

said so. I had loved every second of what I’d just watched, and so my answer was maybe a little 

too honest as I said, “I could make more.” I thought for just a second there that Mom would 

actually be mad, or surprised. But she just smiled, and gave me this approving look; like she 

respected my answer. Then she got up, grabbed her discarded outfit, and said, “Well, I’m not 

done with these ones just yet.” 

She turned to my buddies then and told them that she was going to go grab a shower, but when 

she got back, she wanted to know if they were up for more games. When one of them asked 

what kind of games, she smiled and answered with, “Well… I thought I’d change into a pretty 

dress and make us all some proper dinner. Then, if you kids are all up for it, I thought we might 

spend the rest of the night looking for fun opportunities to play, ‘Let’s all fuck Steven’s Mommy’.” 

That got gulps and yeses and hell yeses in reply. 

So, with a smile, Mom turned to go to the shower. As she was walking past me, I turned to the 

side so I wouldn’t accidentally slap her in the thigh with my still hard cock, but as she walked 

past me she reached out a hand and gently ran it along the length of my hard-on. I shuddered 

under the incredible sensation of my Mother’s hand stroking my cock, and she gave me a 

moment to adapt before she spoke. 

“Oh no you don’t”, Mom chided. I gave her a confused look for only a moment, since I was 

struggling to keep my eyes open and my legs standing. But Mom understood, and continued 

with, “You’ve sat out long enough. Now, you and I are going to the shower, where we will both 

cum, and both get clean. And when we get back, you will be joining your friends in tonight's 

game. Understand?” 

I answered with “Yes Mom”, and in reply she gave what looked an awful lot like a shudder of 

pleasure. Then she gave my cock a gentle squeeze and said, “There’s my good boy”. 

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