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Short King Weekend (Lady D) My parents had come out to my siblings and I as swingers and kinksters of the highest order when we turned 18. First to my twin older siblings, and then later to me. Now, being almost a full year behind the twins, I was both insanely jealous and insanely curious when I finally found out what they got up to.  But for me, the big turning point was “Short King Weekend”. I’m not a small guy. At 6 foot 2, I’m not always the tallest guy in the group, but I’ve also never thought of myself as short. So when my parents started gearing up for “Short King Weekend”, I knew that I wouldn’t be invited. In fact, at 5’09”, I learned that not even dad would be invited.  Mom, on the other hand, had a pass, because the height restriction only applied to men. Apparently, at a brunch after some random kink event, one of the short guys had complained that no one ever picked a 5 foot 1 Batman when other options were available, and he jokingly demanded a Short King Weeken...

The Loving Mother: Parent Time Mom and Dad have always had "get-togethers" with other parents. They had music, beer, wine, and lots of loud laughter. It always sounded like a lot of fun, but I was forbidden from leaving my room on nights when Mom and Dad had Parent Time .  I was curious as hell, but while I couldn’t help overhearing them laughing and having fun, at a certain point I was excluded even from that part. Those nights always seemed like the adults just having a fun time, sometimes for hours. But the few times that I stayed awake long enough, not only did they turn their music up at a certain point, but Mom would always slip into my room just before they did and turn up the music or sleep noises (depending upon what was working better at the time) to max volume in my room too, and then closed the door behind her.  Now, for years, this just made Parent Time super secretive and interesting! Like, I could not imagine what secret thing that they were doing that was so...

Misunderstood Hints My Mom was a flirt. Obviously I didn’t notice it for a long time growing up, but as my buddies and I turned 18, it was like a switch flipped. Suddenly a bra when my friends were visiting was optional, and double edged words and phrases with a deeply sexual undertone were everyday occurrences.  Mind you, I didn’t mind. My Mom was hot. She had long dark hair, lovely eyes, full lips, long legs, and the biggest MILF tits on the block. So if she wanted to dress sexy, act sexy, and lace her sentences with wicked promises that could also be taken as harmless flirting, well… I probably wouldn’t have admitted to getting off on it but, I DEFINITELY was.  Fast forward past highschool graduation and into summer and my old High School friends and I were split into three groups. The guys who were going nowhere and proud, the ones who were getting ready for college and proud, and the ones who were just looking for work. The problem is, these three groups had very differe...