Short King Weekend (Lady D)

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 Weekend, with a maximum height applied to all male attendees. It got a laugh at first, which was what he’d been going for. But it also started a conversation on the topic. 

It turned out that just about everyone knew someone who was hesitant to come because they were worried about that exact thing. There were dozens of guys who only had one proverbial toe in the community because they felt like they would be ignored in any large enough group (no pun intended). 

So, the guys and girls of the community decided to actually put together an event where all women were welcome, but only guys under a certain height could attend. Something that had my Mom come to me asking if I had any buddies who might be interested in the community, who were, um, well, short. 

And, obviously, yes. Like, I kept most of the things I’d learned about my parents a secret because as cool as it all was, my Mom was smoking hot and I could not think of a single teenaged male that I had EVER met who wasn’t interested in going somewhere where a bunch of kinky women would gather for the sole purpose of doing very kinky things. 

Unfortunately, I was so caught off guard by the question that I did end up name dropping Kyle, and, just like that, Kyle now knew that my Mom, busty goddess, and MILF saint of our town, was also a kinky swinger. Not only that, but he was invited to drive her to this rented out hotel to “get exposed” to the kink lifestyle and see if it was for him. 

It was Kyle who came up with the idea for Mom to go dressed as Alcina Dimitrescu, AKA Lady Dimitrescu. She was a famously huge woman with huge tits from one of the resident evil games, and a big part of the birth of “Sit on me Mommy”, or “Crush me Mommy”, as adopted part of gamer lingo. Wild claim to fame, but dressing up as a woman who is meant to be huge compared to men and then going to this exact kink event was kind of genius. Mom was tall for a woman, and this costume would play into that perfectly and make it part of the pitch. 

Kyle ended up driving my Mom out there, and, as soon as enough time had passed for them to have arrived at the event, I immediately started bugging him for photos. Mom had decided not to get into costume until she arrived, in part because of the massive hat that her character wore; so I never got to see it. 

I didn’t want to admit that I lusted after my gorgeous Mother right along with every other guy in the neighborhood, but at the same time… I mean yeah. I totally did. 

At first, Kyle just sent me weird texts. Talking about how he was too busy, or how he and Mom got separated. But I’d known this guy since we were kids, and I knew how to read between the lines. He was full of shit, and he was stalling. I finally managed to pressure him into sending me a pic of my own fricken’ Mother, and the damn thing was just a pic that showed her from the  eyes up. 

It was a weird shot, and she did look pretty gorgeous. I mean, she had lovely eyes to begin with, and when you added all that gothic make-up (she’d done her whole body in pale white, like an Adams Family Goth), Mom looked super hot. But I wanted more than just a shot of her nose and eyes!

I bugged him a few more times, and over the course of a few hours, he would send me a picture of the top of her hat, or a shot of just her feet. Like, dude… I am not trying to build a puzzle of my Mom where I can eventually print out all of the pictures and assemble them into a photo of her! I just want a pic of the whole costume!

This went on all day, and eventually he started using the excuse that they’d gone back to their room and she’d changed out of her outfit, so he couldn’t get me a pic of it. Which, first of all, “their room”... I um, I hadn’t thought of that. But yeah, Kyle was kind of standing in for my Dad on the trip so like, of course Mom wouldn’t make him get his own room. But still… 

The next day, it was the same crap. At first it was hours of ignoring me. Then he stalled. Then he told me that Mom hadn’t wanted to put all that make-up on again, so he couldn’t get me a photo of her in the outfit because she was basically just wearing the outfit now. Not really.

But, I once again pestered and wore him down to the breaking point. And even then, before he sent me the pic, he kind of lost his shit first. He talked about how, he knew he was a screw up, but he was a pretty good friend, and how I should know that. Which, was odd. Because, what the fuck does that have to do with me wanting a pic of my Mom’s sexy costume. But, a minute later, he answered that question too. 

Kyle sent me a text saying that he mostly didn’t see my Mom because he was actively trying to avoid her because of our friendship but when he DID see her, he saw her having a good time, at a kink event, where everyone was having sex, spanking, using candle wax in creative ways, and shackling one another to various objects for less than puritan reasons!

“So,” he demanded. “Still want that pick of your Mom!?” 

It was a good question. But now that he’d planted that seed, I had to know that it wasn’t as bad as all the shit I was picturing, because I was picturing some wildly sexual stuff. So, figuring I would be sent a pic of Mom hitting some guy with a paddle or something, that I definitely  wouldn’t save and/or treasure… I told Kyle to go ahead and send me a pic. 

So he did. 

First he sent me one from the day before that he’d taken for himself. One WITH the make-up.

Then, before I could react, or text him anything. He sent me another, and told me that the second picture was basically what he was looking at right in that moment. 

The first picture was a guy cumming in her mouth after what looked like a pretty amazing blowjob. The second picture was Mom with multiple guys, cum all over her face and tits, and a cock in each hand.

It legit rocked my whole life. The photo’s were the hottest fucking things I’d ever seen, and I went from wondering about my crush on my Mom to full on knowing that she was my absolute fantasy woman and what I would be masturbating to for most of the rest of my life. 

But before I could mentally process that shit and untangle what it all might mean for me. I got a panicked text from Kyle. Apparently Mom had noticed him photographing her, and invited him over to “Join the fun”. 

“She’s kneeling there with 4 guys around her already. She’s covered in cum. And she’s telling me to join them. What should I do!” 

…

I had to think about it for a solid minute and a half. Long enough that I got a few more “What do I do’s” from Kyle as he agonized over being a good friend or getting to score with a woman he’d been fantasizing over since he’d started having fantasies. So, I said the only thing I could think of. The thing that came to mind over and over again as I tried to figure out what I should say. 

“It’s okay”, I told him. “Just be sure to take more pictures and send them my way.”

I could not believe that I had just texted that one of my buddies!!! But I definitely had. And if I was hoping that he might refuse, and save us both, that was shot down when he replied a moment later.

“DEAL!”

The whole rest of the day, he kept sending me pics. But now all of them had my Mom practically posing in them. She would wink at the camera, blow it kisses, and all the while she was sucking, fucking, and giving tit-jobs. 

The whole thing culminated that night, the last night, when Kyle sent me a video of my Mom getting gangbanged by him and 4 other guys. But after he sent it, he sent me a text that said, “Oh Shit!!!”

I was too busy actually watching the video to notice at first. But I definitely noticed a few moments later when he sent one last text. 

“Dude! Your Mom just asked me if I sent that video I took?! I didn’t know what to say, but she just laughed and said, and I’m being totally serious here man! She said, "If you're going to send my Son a video of his own Mother getting gangbanged, at least tell him Mommy says Hi, when you do!”

That… did not sound angry. That sounded kind of hot actually. Something told me that, if I asked my Mom if I could go on the next, ‘Not, short guys only event”, that the answer would actually be yes…

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