The Loving Mother: Parent Time

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 fun, and yet so adult, that I couldn’t even be allowed to hear it. Honestly, I assumed dancing. I don’t know why, and also shut up. 

But that changed right around when I was 16. Again, shut up, I realize it should have clicked before then but when something gets established early enough, you just tend not to question it. Still, around when I was 16, I was finally told. Or at least, not DIRECTLY told, but, after a minute, it all clicked and I got it. 

It started when I was meant to go over to a friend’s house for a party he was throwing. At the sound of his last name though, my Parents both looked at one another and exchanged this look that had me questioning what the hell I’d just missed. That was when they took me aside, and gave me the talk. My Mom and Dad were kinky. They did all kinds of crazy bondage, role play, public play, and more. But… They were also swingers.

So when I mentioned visiting the house of a buddy, they heard me say my buddies last name, which would also be the last name of his Parents. At that point Mom and Dad quickly realized who his Parents must be, and decided it was time to tell me certain things, so I didn’t have to find out from some third party. It was, a lot. Like, a whole fucking lot. But of course, it made sense now. All of it. And, it also re-contextualized how I thought about my gorgeous Mother. And those thoughts only got dirtier and more intense the first time I thought back about all those times that Mom had snuck into my room and cranked my speakers up, before heading back out to her and Dad’s guests, before turning the music up there as well. I remember blushing from head to toe and feeling the most intense flush of heat of my life the first time I tried to picture what sounds they must have been trying to cover up. 

Like, holy shit. Now my Mom, who was already problematically sexy, was this kinky swinger who’d been having crazy group sex parties while I was in the fucking house! And she still was!!! 

At first, this just slowly, but fully, changed what I masturbated too. Especially the next time Mom and Dad had ‘Parent’ time, and I heard that music get cranked up... 

Not super proud of it, but I definitely put my ear to the door the first time that it happened, and I actually knew what I might be able to hear through all that noise. I might have caught a moan on two, maybe. Honestly the house shook with noise, and while I was totally used to it from a Mom who straight up loved, in her words, ‘to rock’; I’d never realized how loud the music really got until I was actively trying to hear past it. 

Or maybe the music got louder once Mom and Dad figured I might start trying? 

Either way, it was years of a slowly growing obsession with how hot my Mom was that I figured, would never, and could never, actually be resolved. Until the one night that I was 1,000% sure that I definitely wasn’t even going to masturbate, let alone finally find out what Parent Time looked like! Because of course it would be then! 

I’d had a shit week. I’d been fired for something that my boss did, and that they’d blamed on me. My girlfriend preemptively dumped me because her Parents were moving her across the country and she didn’t think long-distance relationships were a thing. Now, in fairness, it took her dumping me for me to realize that I didn’t really love her, I just thought I was supposed to, but still. It added to the suck. Plus, at 18, I’d been slowly losing friends to college for Months now. 

I was just, carrying too much. It wasn’t even straight depression. I was wound up, anxious, and fully stressed out. Hell, I was still trying to get into college myself, and my whole support structure was moving away on me! And not even bothering to text! 

So, for the first time in 2 years, when I learned it was going to be a Parent Time night, not only was I not turned on, I was actually a little annoyed. I had to go to bed at a certain time, and stay out of my Parents’ way like I wasn’t already an adult. And yeah, it was their house, this wasn’t new, and it wasn’t an all the time thing. But I wasn’t exactly thinking logically. I was frustrated, and I guess it showed. 

My attitude made my Dad angry, but my Mom saw through it, and, on top of being describable as a busty love goddess, she was also pretty fucking great. Seriously, I felt bad about lusting after her sometimes. Not just because she was my Mom, hell, if I was honest with myself, that only made it hotter for some reason. No, it wasn’t that, it was because she was honest, and considerate, and made me laugh. Like, for real, my Mom was probably the coolest person that I knew, and everyone else that I knew felt the same way about her. She had one of those smiles that made everyone else smile when they saw it. You know?

Anyway, she didn’t see an angry teen being an ass, though I was. She saw someone who was frustrated and hurting. So all day, I tried to push her away, and all day, she was gentle and welcoming. Reminding me whenever she saw an opening, that she was there if I needed to talk. 

It was the most Mom thing ever, and even for someone who has a Mom fetish, it was sweet, not sexy. At least, not at first. But things changed later that night…

Mom and Dad’s Parent Time was an all night affair. They always started the evening by having 2 or three other couples over, and they would play games, drink beer, wine, and anything else that would fit in a similarly shaped bottle, and basically laugh and talk for hours before anything too risky happened. So by the time I normally got back from work and was ready to head back to my room to game for a bit, the party was already well underway. 

Except of course, this time I didn’t get home from work, I just finally decided to stop hanging out in the kitchen playing on my phone, and got up to head to my room. As I walked through the living room, they already had music playing that my Mom and the other two Wives liked. My Parents had great taste, but tonight they had invited over an exceptionally hot group of people. Both conceptually and in the flesh. The group was normally my Parents, and two other random couples that they knew from their connections, or from work or some crap. But tonight it was my Mom’s sister and her Husband, Auntie Sara and Uncle Bobby. As well as my super hot next door neighbor, Mrs. Jones (Jennifer/Jenny), and her Husband, Mr. Jones (Edward/Eddy). It, it wasn’t usually people that I personally knew this well, and it created an odd moment for me because, on the one hand, Mrs. Jones and Aunt Sara were both seriously fucking hot. But on the other hand, I’d never really thought about other Sons before, but like, I’d been friends with the Jones’s twin Sons my whole life, and I’d known Aunt Sara’s kids, my 2 cousins, since we were all babies. But now for the first time I found myself wondering, do they know what their Parents are up to as well, or is it just me? 

A bad joke flashed through my head where I would call up the Twins from next door and just, in a deep voice, ask, “Do you know where YOUR Mom is?”. 

I was almost through the room and had one foot into the hallway that led back to my room, when I heard Mom call out, “Steven sweetie, come here for a second please.” Of course, when your Mom says please, that doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s asking. It just means that she is trying to teach you manners. It is un-fucking-wise to pretend that it is a request just because your Mom made it sound like one. So, I kept my sigh internal so as not to get in trouble, put on a smile, and turned around to head back to where Mom was sitting. 

God fucking damn it but she looked hot. All three women were wearing outfits that were 100% acceptable just about anywhere, and yet did all the heavy lifting of a slutty outfit. And most of that heft was coming from trying to hold up their tits. 

I remember my Dad once told me that boobs were what 12 year olds and adults who were being silly called them. Breasts were what they actually were, and something that you could call them in any ol’ situation. But TITS, tits was what you called them exclusively when you were sexualizing them. So to be clear, these women had their TITS on display. 

They were all wearing blouses that dipped painfully low, and showed off pretty massive cleavage lines. Their tops had lacing and straps to show off more skin, and while I knew for a fact that at least one of them started the night wearing a bra, it was clear at a single glance that now, none of them were wearing one. My Mom and Mrs. Jones were both wearing sexy little skirts that would have spun up if they twirled, and Aunt Sara’s long hair was brushing against the top of a pair of blue jeans that did a great job highlighting what a great ass she had. 

I walked up to my Mom, who was sitting on the loveseat, and she scooted over and patted the spot beside her. I tried real hard not to roll my eyes, but I caved and sat down beside her, feeling even more awkward than before since I was WAY past being a 3rd wheel. There were 6 people in the room all waiting to fuck each other’s brains out, and then me, a mostly uninvited guest. 

Mom and I were alone on the love seat. Mrs. Jones was sitting between my Dad and Uncle Bobby over on the couch, and Aunt Sara was sitting by herself at one of the chairs at the bar where she could be close to a steady supply of wine coolers. I loved my Aunt, and she was hot as fuck, but she was also a bit of a lush. 

(Aunt Sara, seen below)

(Auntie Sara, seen above)

I must have been staring at the two other sexy women in the room, because my Mom physically turned my chin towards her and gently chided me with, “Sweetie. Listening please.” I nodded, and apologized. I was literally only sitting here because she called me over to tell me something and then I’d missed what she said. 

I shook off my distraction and gave Mom my full attention, which immediately felt like a mistake because I suddenly could not stop staring at her own, rather impressive cleavage line. She asked me what was up, and since I couldn’t seem to stop starting no matter how many times I tried, I just info-dumped on her, and hoped it worked as a distraction. I told her how I’d been stressing about college, and romance, and friends moving away, and potentially me moving away and it was all just kind of overwhelming me. 

Mom listened, and nodded, but didn’t interrupt me until I was done. It honestly felt kind of good just to say it all out loud to someone. But Mom wasn’t done helping yet, and the next thing she said didn’t just blow my mind, it stunned everyone there into silence. 

“Well kiddo, I know a thing or two about being stressed out, and I knew a thing or two about stressed out men. But… I also know a thing or two about how to, um, I guess, drain, a man’s tension.”

Suddenly the laughing and talking had stopped, and I was keenly aware that all eyes were on me and Mom. Of course, I knew that she didn’t mean what my idiot teenage brain had thought of. She was sexy as fuck, but she was also my Mom. So, after a second, I licked newly dry lips and asked what she meant. 

When I did, Mom put her drink down on the table, tossed all that beautiful hair of hers over her shoulder, and got down on her knees in front of me. As she did, she looked me in the eyes with a sensuality that I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen in real life, and her voice seemed full of sinful promise as she said, “Oh. I think you know exactly what I mean.” 

(Moms hot friend “Jenny” Jones, seen below)

(“Jenny” Jones, seen above)

Mrs. Jones gasped, Aunt Sara giggled and yelled “Get it Sis!”, and all three guys started asking questions at once, but Mom addressed all of it. She simply looked over her shoulder at everyone and said, “Hush”, and somehow, that was it. Everyone stopped talking, though they were hanging on her words and actions now. They all seemed to be just a half inch closer to us somehow. “He’s 18 now. It stopped making sense awhile ago that we kept sending him back to his room from our little get-togethers, and if this is what he needs, then I’m his Mother… and this is what he needs.” 

My Dad started to say something, but Mom held up a finger and cut him off, asking, “How many times have you enjoyed me playing Mommy to one of our guests?” The question stopped Dad from finishing his thought, but had my own brain screaming with a thousand new questions! But Mom wasn’t done yet, and added, “Exactly… So I’m not about to let our Son go back to his room to deal with all this stress and all this tension by himself when his actual Mommy is right here.” 

Mom looked back to me then, but she was still half-talking to the rest of the room as she pulled her top up over her head, and casually tossed it off in a random direction to land on the floor somewhere. This left her completely topless, and exposed her massive, and absolutely glorious breasts to me, for what I imagine was the first time since I was a baby. 

Somehow Mom misread my staring after her discarded clothes and started explaining stuff to me. “Oh.” She said, following my initial line of sight to her top on the floor. “The boys like trophies, and I rarely wear panties to these little get-togethers. Someone will usually grab a top of ours at random at the end of the night and bring it home.” Then she gave a genuine laugh and added, “Your Dad gets a kick out of seeing me try to squeeze into the other wives tops before we head over to someone else's house to play.”  That, was SO much to process. Trophies!?! But for Mom it was a mundane fact, so she’d already moved on.

“Now,” she continued. “You are 18, and you are also a strong, capable, and handsome young man. But I get if this is weird for you. So, if you are all freaked out, and need to go back to your room and turn on some music or something, then I totally get that baby, I do. But Steven, if you would rather stay out here, with us, for a change; That is an option. And if that’s the case, then Mommy would Love to help you relax, and pump out some of that stress. So,” she said, a sinful smile staring back at me from my normally very sweet Mother’s face. “... would you like to take those pants off, or not?”

I was suddenly reminded of all the times I’d started to come in the house, paused in the doorway, and been told “in or out” by my Mom. I’d known then that she meant for a couple of hours, no matter which one I picked; and I knew now that this was either a once in a lifetime opportunity, or me waiting out Parent Time in my room until I moved. So, as strange as it felt to pull my pants and underwear down and kick them off right there in my living room… With the neighbors, my Parents, and my Aunt and Uncle watching!!! I still held my breath, and went ahead and did it anyway. 

I put my pants and underwear in a rolled up bundle on the floor to my right, since I figured no one would want my clothes as a trophy. When I did, Mom smiled softly at me, saying “Good boy. Now,” then she pointed to my dick and said, “This, goes here.” And as she said, it she gestured towards her very large, and naked breasts. Once again, my Aunt and Neighbor gave whoops of approval, and said things like “Welcome to the club sweetie!”, while their Husband’s and my Dad all launched into a variety of overlapping questions. But Mom didn’t even look at them this time. She just held her hand up behind her in a, stop, gesture; and said, “Hush…” Then, still giving me her full eye contact, she said, “I’m taking care of my Son tonight. He’s an adult now, and you all know how I feel about Mommy play anyways. So, end of discussion.” 

I went to look at my Dad to see how well THAT must have gone over, but Mom intercepted me, touching a finger to my cheek, and once again directing me back to looking at her. “Nuh uh.” She chided. “Eyes on me mister.” Then she smiled, wide and wicked, adding, “Otherwise, you might miss out on this.” And then she held up her two massive tits, leaned in towards me, and closed them in on either side of my cock until I was squeezed between my own Mother’s big tits!

I closed my eyes, and almost bit my tongue off as my teeth clacked shut and while I tried to moan all at the same time. In reply, Mom let out a low, purring moan of her own. Then I gasped with pleasure as she began to gently slide her soft, lovely tits, upwards, and then back down again. The motion repeated and when it occurred to me that my Mom was stroking my cock with her tits, I bucked my hips up so hard that I was worried I’d hurt her! Like, she was. I could see and feel that she was. But at the same time, holy shit! She was!!!

Mom gave a little laugh like she could read my thoughts and gently urged me to, “Relax baby. Easy. We’re going to take this nice and slow, okay?” 

I heard the other couples muttering things. Commenting on how hot Mom looked, or how they couldn't believe they were actually getting to watch this, and stuff like that. Like she was carrying out their fantasy instead of mine. I was still leaned back on the loveseat, and I started to open my eyes, but again, Mom read what I was going to do before I did it. She stopped me cold, simply saying, “Ut Ut… Keep those eyes closed baby.” Her voice was both sensual and soothing. “I want you to just lean back, and clear your head okay?” I did as she asked, nodding, and was rewarded heavily by her not stopping. “There’s a good boy”, she said, a smile in her voice. “You just relax, and let Mommy take care of you.” 

With a slow, gentle, and persistent rhythm, Mom ran her big tits up and down the length of me, again and again, and I was pretty sure she put heaven to shame in the process. It was incredible! Beyond anything I’d ever felt before. 

I did as she asked. I was leaning back with my eyes closed as waves of just, the most incredible feelings overrode every nerve in my body. Then a new rhythm started. I would be floating in heavenly bliss, as the most incredible sensations were making my brain turn off, and then Mom would say something out loud and I would moan, and buck my hip up in a quick, violent, and unexpected thrust. At first she said gentle, soothing things. She’d say something like, “Do those nice, soft tits, feel good stroking your cock baby?” 

But the longer it went, the more I realized that Mom was doing more than just trying to relax me. And her lovely words were often followed by a pleased little laugh as she got the reaction she was going for. Like when she purred, “Oh honey. You’re just fucking your Mommy’s big tits right here in the living room aren’t you?” She seemed to get a kick out of my sudden cries of pleasure as I lost control of my hips for a second or two, and since I was getting my biggest fantasy fulfilled while she did it, I didn’t exactly mind!

At some point, during what I felt like was the greatest fucking tit fuck ever given, I did genuinely relax. I don’t know when it happened, or even how it happened. I just found myself opening my eyes to a room that seemed much brighter than I remembered, and realizing that there was zero tension in my neck and shoulders. It didn’t seem like it should be possible, but I’d never felt better, and that wasn’t even counting the immense pleasure I was feeling! 

But a side effect of opening my eyes was realizing that I wasn’t alone in terms of being made to feel good. The first thing I saw was that our hot neighbor, Missus Jones, was still squished between my Dad and Uncle Bobby. But now she had a dick in each hand! Both men were no longer wearing any clothes, and in between moaning out her name and talking about how they were going to “wreck” their “pretty little neighbor”, they were sucking on her tits. Except that, unlike Mom, she hadn’t taken any clothes off. Instead one of her nipples was being sucked by my Dad as he forcibly pulled the material of her tank top so hard to the side that, he was basically sucking on her tits through the arm hole. On the other side of her, Mrs. Jones’s rapidly moving hand was being rewarded by Dad’s Brother-in-Law pulling up her shirt just enough to try to force her other tit into his mouth. I could see that Aunt Sara was still up on her stool, wine cooler in hand. But at some point every bit of her clothing had been thrown off into random spots around the living room, and my other neighbor, Mr. Jones, was greeting licking at my Aunt’s pussy while she threw her head back and started moaning loudly. 

I muttered a few swears under my breath, and thrust my hips a few more times. I thought I was at peak already, but the sight of an orgy getting started up, somehow got me even more heated. But right after my whispered swears, I gasped in pleasure and bucked hard again at the sound of my Mother softly chiding, “Language young man.” 

Of course, I could tell she wasn’t serious about the language part, from the tone of her voice, the smile on her face, and the fact that she was actively rubbing my cock with her tits. Then she gave me some more pretend chastising, adding, “Didn’t Mommy tell you to keep your eyes closed?” In a different tone, I would have genuinely thought I was in trouble, but Mom’s voice sounded unlike anything I’d ever heard her use before. It was low, hungry, and deeply sexual. It was the voice of a seductress, and even though under all that was still the most familiar voice in the world, there was something red hot and deeply erotic about the way her words sounded now. 

My face actually flushed at the sound of her words, and when I went to answer, no sound came out. So I just nodded a yes. Mom smiled then, and it was a hunter’s smile. I felt like I’d fallen into some kind of trap as she, ever so casually, asked me if I knew why she’d told me to close my eyes when we’d started. 

I figured it had to do with me relaxing or something, but the look Mom was giving me as she waited for my answer… I swear, if you had a photo of those eyes, you would never need anything else to masturbate to ever again! Looking at those incredible eyes, my answer suddenly felt really stupid and small. So I just shook my head and told her no, I didn’t. When I did, her lips curved up into a smile that had me bucking my hips again without meaning to. 

“Oh sweetie,” she said sympathetically. “I said you should close your eyes so that we wouldn’t ruin how you see your sweet, innocent Mom. I mean, look at me baby. REALLY look at me.” 

She hadn’t done anything different yet, and I could already feel my temperature skyrocketing! “Do you see these lips Son?” She was smiling at me, and keeping up that ever so gentle, soothingly slow pace with her tits. But when Mom didn’t say anything else I realized I was actually supposed to answer her. So I nodded, finding just enough air to reply, “Yes Mom.” When I did she made a small sound that was almost like a moan. But before I could think too long on that moment, she told me to, “Look at them baby. I mean, really look at them. These are your Mother’s lips. Freshly painted with your Uncle Bobby’s favorite shade of red. Do you see them?” 

Again I nodded. Gulping from the intensity, from HER intensity. As soon as I did, she smiled again, my vision now laser trained on those full red lips as she said, “That’s good Son. Now watch what Mommy does with her lips whenever there is a nice big cock in front of them.” And even as she was saying it, she was pushing her head down, and stopping those large lovely breasts that so she could wrap those luscious red lips of hers around the head of my cock. 

The moment she made contact, she moaned, and began to slobber and drool on me like she’d been saving it up the whole time. Mom sent violent shudders of pleasure through me, and I cried out, LOUDLY. My hips bucked up, and when they did, Mom just moaned again, but louder. Which made me buck again… 

Next thing I knew the tit fuck was over and my Mother’s lips were bobbing up and down the length of my cock as she stroked me, licked me, and gave me the sloppy and slutty blowjob of a lifetime. In less than two minutes I was sure I was going to cum, but then Mom paused, brushed her hair slowly back over her shoulder, and pulled back before applying little licks and kissed along the side of my dick. I went from definitely about to cum, to hanging in that moment for a solid minute, to slowly winding down from the brink and getting to a play where I was feeling all the pleasure of a masterfully delivered blowjob, without feeling like I was going to pop at any second. 

Mom did that two more times over the course of the next 20 minutes. Each time it seemed to be because I looked up at the sound of one of the two other women in the room moaning. I would look up, and see that Mrs. Jones was now on her hands and knees being bounced back and forth between my Uncle and my Dad. Then Mom would loudly pop her mouth off of my cock, and say something like, “Um, excuse me. Eyes over here young man”, before abso-fucking-lutely going to town on my cock. A minute later I was sure I was going to cum, and then Mom would ease me back again, slowly easing me back from the orgasm and and leaving me shuddering and bucking up into her mouth as she moaned approvingly. Occasionally stopping to say something like, “Good boy”. 

Then I would hear my Aunt say “Give it to me!” and look over to see my next door neighbor jerking off all over my Auntie Sara’s face. At the sight of that, even though Mom had taken me fully back to that place where I felt relaxed, and was just basking, I bucked my hips up, and felt the head of my cock bump into some part of the inside of Mom’s throat. 

When I did, she made a small gagging noise. Then, she pulled me from her mouth and, with an incredulous look she asked, “Did you just fuck your own Mother’s mouth?!” I almost said an apology, but before I could speak, she got that huntress look again and said, “Sweetie… If you want to see your Mommy act like a total whore… that’s a good way to go about it.” 

At Aunt Sara’s words, Mom once again put a finger on the side of my face and directed my attention back to her. Then she turned her head to the side a little and took me back into her mouth. She pushed me in, until the head of my dick bumped into the inside of her cheek. Then she just kept pushing. Soon I was watching my own Mother’s check get pushed out obscenely by a big cock in her mouth, and she just moaned like it was the biggest turn on ever. When she finally stopped, and took my dick out of her mouth again, it was only for a second so she could ask, “Do you like seeing me this way Son?” 

Then, before I could even answer her, she had gobbled me up again with a moan, and was deep-throating me. Soon Mom’s face was rapidly bobbing up and down in my lap as she moaned, and slurped, and uttered filthy phrases like, “Your cock tastes so fucking good!”, and “Feed Mommy that big dick sweetie!”

She hadn’t been that verbal before, and I was 100% sure that she’d pushed me too far and I was about to cum, so I told her so. Loudly! But, once again, Mom popped her mouth off. And she didn’t stop, she just, kind of changed direction. She went from insatiable slut mode, to slow and sweet. Little kisses, slow swallows, and her hands rubbing my thighs like she was massaging them instead of stroking my cock like she was desperate to taste my cum. 

When I was calm again, and my brain could process more thoughts than, “Oh God I want to cum down her throat so fucking bad!”, Mom noticed, and starting talking to me again. This time she just let me know that, “Don’t worry sweetie. I know when a man is about to cum. You aren’t going to surprise me.” Then she hefted my balls like they were an obvious answer to how she could tell I wasn’t about to cum, even if my body was saying that I was. Still, my MOM hefted my balls! And I couldn’t help but moan, and sink a little deeper into the couch when she did. 

That made her laugh again, a melodious sound that made me smile. When she was done, she said, “I do think that you are about ready though. So Son, it’s your first night getting to play with the other adults. I think it’s only fair that I ask you… Where do you want to cum?” 

Dad got as far as making the noise that his first word would have started with before Mom held up a finger in his direction and ended his words before they started. I was beginning to think something crazy… I was beginning to think that this was a fantasy for Mom too, and that she was being kind of short with Dad because she felt like he was stepping on her toes when she was trying to have her fantasy, even as she wasn’t doing that to him. 

But, I had more important things to think about! So, my first thought was that I’d wanted to come on my Mom’s tits since I first realized I liked big tits. My second thought was that if I saw my Mom with cum on her face, I would never forget it, and my masturbation thoughts would be set for life! But, as weird as it sounded, I was still a little worried that there was some kind of secret trap hiding just around the next bend, and since saying that I wanted to see my Mother’s face covered in cum didn’t feel like a thing that I could get away with, I ended up saying, “I want to cum inside you.” I figured, if she swallowed my load it would feel amazing, and not get on her clothes or anything else messy and therefore make her mad at me. 

At first, Mom seemed surprised. Like, for the first time that whole night. She looked a little stunned. I thought I must have said something wrong. Did she hate doing that and I didn’t know? But Mom read my panic and was quick to assure me that I was fine, and that she thought it was a great choice, she was just surprised, that was all. Which made me think that I definitely should have gone with one of my first two choices, but it was too late now. 

Mom was already telling me to “Sit up Straight”, and to close my eyes again. So I did my best to let lost opportunities go, took a breath, sat up, more towards the middle of the love seat as I was told, and closed my eyes. 

At first, there was a long pause, and honestly, it was great. Mom had been masterful in ways I didn’t even know a person COULD be the whole night. It was already at the point where anything unexpected just communicated to me that something awesome was about to happen. So I was grinning ear to ear as her weight pushed down on the cushion, and I figured she was getting her elbows up on there. My smile grew wider as it took even longer, and I felt her not only grip me in a weird kind of upside down way that I’d never felt before, but also felt some part of her brushing against the outer part of my leg. 

I was so ready for whatever crazy new thing I was about to experience. Until she dragged the head of my cock along her warm and waiting lips, but it didn’t feel quite right… There was a split-second where my brain finally caught up to why, and then I pushed passed those lips as my Mom lowered her hips, and the hottest, tightest pussy that I’d ever felt swallowed me up! Mom was SO wet! There is usually this period of adjustment where you kind of nudge and bump your way into your partner, but that was gone. I slid along those tight inner walls, and was suddenly gripped, fully by my own Mother’s pussy. I cried out, and honestly, I thrashed a bit, as I moaned, and she moaned back! I bucked, and she contracted in response, and we both let out little whimpers and cries as her wetness flowed down the length of me until I was acutely aware that I could feel my Mom’s wet pussy lips brushing against my overly full balls. 

We just sat like that, for what felt like it had to be five minutes. Every moment was totally overwhelming and we would both moan, and groan, and cry out, and squirm, and thrust at one another as she ran her fingers through my hair and I held her tightly in my lap. It was amazing, and incredible, and defied words. It felt like magic. Something really special! Then my Dad’s voice cut through the moans and the silence as he started to say, “Are you really going to le-”; but then Mom sighed. And something about that sigh, shut him up once again. 

She kissed me on the forehead, propped up in my lap as she was, she could do that. Then she whispered, ever so sweetly, “One second baby, okay? Mommy just needs to clear something up with your Dad.” 

Then she looked from me to him, and I imagine her look was no longer Motherly. Dad’s expression instantly said, “shit, I fucked up!”. He cringed a bit, and we could all tell that whatever Mom was about to say was unnecessary, but she said it anyway. “Husband.” She began. Which, honestly could go either way for Dad. I’d heard her say it lovingly. But this was more the tone she used with me when I was a breathe away from being in trouble, so I didn’t think that was where she was going with it. “Is my, BEST FRIEND, Jenny Jones, sitting over there with a satisfied smile, and a load of cum in both her stomach and her cunt, from when you and my Brother double-teamed her, not 10 minutes ago?” Dad winced, but nodded. 

“Mmm-hmm”, Mom said, acknowledging his answer, but not stopping yet. “And did I not have THREE loads in me, just last month. IN your office, AT your work… because it was a fantasy of yours?” Dad took a deep breath, all the way on her side now, as he admitted, “Yeah babe, I-”. But Mom held up that finger again, and cut him off. 

I got the impression that this had nothing to do with who was in charge. They kind of both took turns with that. This was about some secret code, or kinkster code, that I didn’t know about, and Dad had broken a rule of some kind. I may not have been 100% sure what was happening, but I knew that when Mom looked at him again and simply said, “Thank you,” that the argument, whatever it had been, was over. 

My suspicions were confirmed though when Mom gave me back her full attention with a very genuine smile, and said, “I’ll explain later sweetie. There are rules to playing the games that we play, and it will be important that you know all of them if you are going to play with us.” 

At that, I dared to ask, “Am I? Am I going to get to, um, play, with you again?” Mom smiled again. A warming, wonderful thing. Then, without looking away, she asked the group, “What do you think ladies and hubbies?” 

Their answers were all positive. Missus Jones gushed about how she liked that new ratio of boys to girls meant that the girls could get some more attention. That was immediately followed by the guys agreeing that they thought it was really hot that it was that much easier to put their Wives into sluttier positions with another guy there. My Aunt commented that she was just SO glad to be able to hear all the moaning and sex noises without having to compete with two speaker systems on full blast. They all just kept adding stuff like that. Stacking on to the noise thing by saying they didn't know how filthy one of them was until that night when they could finally hear what she was saying, etc… The end result was yes though. Even Dad said so. 

When they were done, Mom smiled at me and said, “See. It’s up to you slugger”, she said, calling me by an old nickname that she used to use when I first started playing sports. Then her smile got sinister again as she added, “Is there anything Mommy can do to,” and then she clenched her pussy around me and gave a little bump of her hips forcing me to grip her tighter and let out another loud moan. “...convince you?”, she finished. I smiled back, finally feeling like I knew where I stood in all this. 

I nodded. Hell yeah! 

I didn’t say hell yeah of course. I said something like, I’d like that Mom. Because even with her tits out, my cock inside of her, and her little black skirt doing nothing except for making it that much hotter that she was still dressed, but I was inside of her; She was still my Mom. 

 I wanted to do so many things! I wanted to take her in a 100 different positions, and feel her tits on me again, and go down on her, and all of this other stuff too! But the next time her pussy clenched, she moaned right along with me, and I knew that this was probably going to be the last thing I did before cumming. 

It was only then, (Shut up! I know!), that I realized how Mom had interpreted what I’d said. I was INSIDE of her, and I was about to cum. My eyes went wide and I fumbled out some words that I didn’t think could possibly have conveyed what I was thinking. But Mom just smiled sweetly, nodded and said, “I know baby”. Then she lifted herself a little bit, and when she came back down, her motion didn’t stop. Mom started to, ever so slowly, ride my cock!

Mom’s hot body was pressed into me tightly, and she was moaning, and running her fingers through my hair (when she wasn’t gripping it). Her pussy was incredible, and I was in absolute fucking paradise was she rolled her hips over and over again and I felt the greatest orgasm of my life start to build inside of me. 

“Oh God Mom, this is so hot!” I admitted, and when I did, she cried out and started to move her hips so fast I legit thought she was going to hurt me! She was gritting her teeth and fucking herself down onto me faster than I’d ever seen a woman do that. I placed my hands on her ass, gripping her tightly, but not restricting her movement as she pumped me for all she was worth. I could actually tell that I was about to make her cum, and even though I’d fantasized about that exact thing, I didn’t actually expect to last long enough to pull it off on my first time! It made me feel confident, and so seeing that she was very clearly loving the taboo parts of this, I played it up. I looked up at her as she rode me like a wild woman and said, “Oh my god Mom. Do you feel your Son’s hard cock, throbbing inside of you right now?” Mom cried out again, gripped me even tighter with her hands, and somehow her hips started rocking even faster! I was mesmerized by it, and by some miracle I was so transfixed that I didn’t lose it and cum when Mom shrieked out the work “FUCK!” in an almost ear-splitting cry and sank her fingernails into my back. 

I could feel her cumming all over me as she gushed, and clenched, and somehow got even tighter! 

Eventually, the death grip that her pussy had on me loosened, as I felt flooded for a few seconds. I was so fucking pleased by that, and commented, “Holy shit Mom, you just came all over my cock!” Mom sucked in a shuddering breath, and instead of continuing to slow, she once again started that rapid, rhythmic rolling of her hips again as she began muttering, “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, YEAH”. She gripped me again, holding on to me for dear life as her desperate thrusts felt like they were going to break the couch in half! She whimpered, and shuddered, and her legs trembled as she screamed and thrashed her head. 

When she finally came down, she looked halfway between exhausted and exalted. Her skin, warm to the touch was touching me everywhere as rode me and clung to me. Her massive tits brushed against me, and crushed into me in intervals as she panted and her long beautiful hair clung to her in the places where we were sweating. She just held me for a minute or two after that. 

Eventually, she lifted her head back up off of my shoulder, where I was certain she’d left a hickey at some point during all of that. She pulled her face back into view of mine, and told me, “Oh sweetie. Mommy wasn’t expecting that. That was, wonderful!”. And then she ran her fingers through my hair again, and I felt oddly, but powerfully happy from either the touch or the compliment. 

I was pleased as hell that I’d made my Mom cum, somehow! But, I was also feeling pretty full of myself as a result. I told her that I didn’t know how I was going to be able to cum if I could make it through all of that! 

When I said it, Mom smiled, both of other Wives laughed, and the 3 guys in the room all made sounds that implied I’d fucked up somehow. But, looking into my Mother’s eyes, she wasn’t looking at me like I’d done something wrong. No, she was looking at me like I was her favorite snack, and she was about gobble me up whole. 

Then she leaned in, and whispered in my ear in a tone that made it sound like either pity, or the mock pity of a woman about to play with her food. “Oh sweetie,” she warned. “Mommy’s not worried about making you cum baby. You don’t need to worry about that at all.” 

Then she pulled back from my ear, planted a heavy kiss on my mouth that left me gasping for air, and asked, “Ready?” 

I was SO certain that I wasn’t. But for some reason, I nodded. 

When I did, Mom grinned and said, “Good… now,” 

Then she leaned over to my other ear, and began to talk to me. She didn’t stroke me, she didn’t clench up her incredibly tight pussy, or roll her hips, or ride me. She didn’t rub her big tits, the object of most of my fantasies on me, or use her hands to touch me erotically. She just spoke to me. Low, sweet, and with a voice that dripped with sinful promise. 

“Your part of the club now sweetie. Do you know what that means?”

I didn’t think that I was supposed to really reply, so I just tried not to hold my breath as I waited for her next words. 

“It means the next time you come home from somewhere, and you see your Parent’s playing board games with friends, you can surprise your Dad… By bending his Wife over the arm of the couch, lifting up her skirt, and slipping that nice big cock of yours into her tight little pussy. Would you like that sweetie? Would you like to bend Mommy over?”

My breathing was getting a little shallow. And I before I could find the air to answer her, she continued. If I’d written down all the crazy, kinky, fucked up thoughts that I masturbated to since I first started sexualizing my Mother in a journal, I would have been certain that she’d read it. Because that was what she began to whisper. She would gently moan, and promise me one of my biggest fantasies, and kiss the side of my head, and tell me how badly she longed for me fuck her throat and then cum all over her face. Again and again, in wicked little whispers, she seemed to read my mind, and speak my fantasies into life. And as she did, I just got harder, and closer, until my hips were working on their own, and every muscle in my body was clenched as I tried not to lose it!

It took my Mom less than 3 minutes to say all that. And just when I thought that she was going to make me cum from just whispering in my ear, I felt her “flex” her pussy, giving me a teasing little squeeze. Then, finally, she lifted the tiniest bit, and began to roll her hips for me. When she did, I started moaning, loudly. The pleasure was insane! It was like I’d never been in a pussy before and she was taking my virginity! Mom began rolling her hips, faster, and faster, and faster. Then she pulled her face away from my ear, took my face into her hands, and urged me on, saying, “Now look me in the eye baby. Look your Mother right in the eyes, and cum for me!” I felt every muscle in my body spring into action as I gripped my Mom and started pulling her down into me even as I began thrusting up at the same time. “Yeah?!’, she half asked, half pleaded. “Are you going to cum for me?” She cried, her voice getting louder and as she rolled her hips harder and faster to match my thrusts. 

“Do it sweetie! Cum for Mommy! Empty those big balls into me, and give your Mother all of your hot fucking cum!!!”

Then we were both just screaming, and thrusting, and gripping one another. I think Mom left claw marks down my back that must have looked like a damn tiger attack, but all I could feel was overwhelming pleasure that I could only scream through, as my body urged me to fuck harder! It felt like we went on like that forever. And even when I was done, I couldn’t stop randomly slamming my hips up into her every few seconds. Each time I did, I was rewarded with a whimper, a moan, a cry of pleasure, or muttered curses and filthy compliments. 

When we were finally done, and just gasping and panting as we held each other and tried to come down off that high, I was suddenly reminded that there were 5 other people in the room as they began to clap, and swear, and finally release the breath that they’d been collectively holding. 

They echoed one another, saying things like, “That was the hottest fucking thing I have seen!” But as they praised the taboo heat of what they’d all just witnessed, Mom and I just gripped, and held on to one another. Sweating and panting, together and blissful. 

I didn’t come off of that cloud for what felt like 10-20 minutes. But when I finally did, Uncle Bobby was already in the shower, and everyone else was starting to get dressed again. True to their words, the women’s Husbands had all accidentally grabbed the wrong tops, and were stuffing them into bags that they’d brought with them as Auntie Sara and Mrs. Jones smiled knowingly and zipped up jackets over bare torso’s for the ride home. 

It was then that my Aunt Sara laughed and said, “Oh my goodness Steven, are you still hard, or is that a fresh one?” I looked down, but, after a second or two all I could do was shrug. I was surrounded by beautiful topless women, two of whom were in skirts with no panties, and all of whom were shamelessly, gleefully, slutty! Mrs. Jones gave me an appreciative lingering look, and my Aunt Sara acted like she was going to reach out and touch me for a second, before trying to be good and put her hand back at her side. But, it was then that my Mom chimed in. 

She threw her arm around her Sister and said, “You know Sara… Your Nephew is 18-years-old. At that age, it’s almost normal to want to cum 4 or 5 times a day.” Then, from behind her Sister, Mom mouthed for me to sit down on the couch. I was confused, but I did. I STILL hadn’t put pants on yet though, and so my dick was kind of wagging back and forth as I sat. 

Then Mom took Auntie Sara’s hand in hers, and walked her over to where I was sitting. When they were both in front of me, Mom gently guided my Aunt into sitting beside me; like she was in a daze. Aunt Sara was on my right, and Mom was leaning over (gorgeous view by the way!) and looking her Sister in the eyes. Then she took Aunt Sara’s hand, and literally had her wrap her fingers around my cock. Which made me gasp, but at the same time, Aunt Sara sucked in a breath too. She gave my dick a few testing squeezes then in a very sexual tone of voice she said, “Oh Steven… Sweetie! What have you been hiding from your Auntie?” 

Suddenly I was sitting on the couch with Aunt Sara sitting to my right and stroking me off slowly with her left hand. She was now wearing a pair of bluejeans, and a jacket zipped up enough to cover her areola and low enough to show everyone that there was nothing under it. I couldn’t believe what was happening already, and then I my next door neighbor, Mrs. Jones, said, “May I?” 

(Aunt Sara ^)

I opened my eyes to find that my Mom and her bestie were smiling right in front of me. 

Mrs. Jones got down on her knees, and grinned at my Aunt, commenting, “Interesting hand choice there Sara. Is he into that?” Mrs. Jones was looking at my Mom when she asked, but Mom just smiled back. Mrs. Jones’s smile brightened, and then she reached out her left hand and began to gently fondle my balls as my Aunt was stroking me. 

I was pretty sure I must have died. This HAD to be heaven. I had enough brain power left in me to ask, “Into what?” and all three girls laughed and exchanged looks. Apparently I’d just answered their question. But then Mom knelt down, right beside beside Mrs. Jones and, holding her left hand up in front of her face, she said, “The thing about a lot of swingers sweetie is, we’re married. So, some guys like looking down and seeing wedding rings.”

I hadn’t noticed before, but now when I looked down I sure as hell couldn’t NOT notice, that all three women had wedding bands and engagement rings, and they were running them all over my body! 

“Scoot” Mom said, and she brushed my Aunt and her Best Friend’s hands away so that she could wrap me in her own before giving me a sexy wink and wrapping her lips around me for the second time that night. From there, the women all took turns… and sometimes didn’t.  They sucked, and licked, and stroked, and played with me. Two of them would go to suck on me at the same time, and they would exchange a giggle, and then start making out, wet and sloppy, with my cock between them! All three of them wrapped me in their tits at some point, and often one of the others would stroke my hair, run their hands along my body and whisper naughty promises while the other waited for the tip of my dick to poke out from their friends cleavage so they could give it a greedy, but brief suck. 

Their husbands all seemed to think it was hot, and liked watching their wives be nasty. Which worked for me, since I was just glad they weren’t mad at me or anything. It ended when I told them I was going to cum, and all three women got down in front of me and began to sweetly ask if I would cum on them. “Pretty please”s and all! I was standing over all three of them and jerking myself to orgasm when Mrs. Jones took a second to look at my Mom and ask, “Mary honey. Where did all your pretty red lipstick go?” And Mom turned her gaze from her friend to me, saying in a sultry tone, “Let me ask my Son. Steven sweetie, would you please tell Jenny where all of your Mother’s lipstick went?” At that, I fucking lost it. I told them I was going to cum, and while both my Aunt and Neighbor told me to cum on them, my Mom saying “Cum on Mommy’s face baby!” had ALL of my attention! My first shot hit Mom in the face and my second landed on her tits. Both of the other women were literally begging me for some, and I had plenty to give. I came some on Mrs. Jones, some on Auntie Sara, and then I turned whatever I had left on Mom. Then, to my shock and delight, the three of them made a game of who could be the one to lick up most of my cum!

(Auntie Sara ^)

Holy Fuck!

Once again, the night came to an end after that, but god damn did it end with promise! Mom asked Dad if, since he interrupted her getting one of her fantasies, if he would be cool with her sleeping in my room that night, and Dad thought about it for barely a second before saying yes! Mom asked if that was cool with me, but, I mean, seriously!? Fucking yes! 

Then Mrs. Jones said bye to me with a kiss that, for the first time since I’d known her, wasn’t on my cheek. Before she left, she whispered into my ear. “I had a lot of fun tonight”, she assured me. And then she got me hard all over again when she asked me, “What do you say if, next time you come over to play video games with my Sons, you slip off at some point and, um, well… Fuck the shit out of their Mom?” Then she gripped my cock through my pants and gave a little moan before finishing with, “I’m gonna need this thing in more than just my mouth at SOME point after all!” 

(Mrs. Jennifer Jones ^)

Before she could say more, my Aunt Sara called her a slut, and shooed her and Mr. Jones out of the house while laughing. They called out their goodbye’s from the other side of the door, and then it was time to say goodbye to my Aunt and Uncle. Uncle Bobby just gave me a firm handshake, like always, and said, “You did good tonight kid. I think this whole thing might work out just fine.” Then he nodded to my Dad and Mom and gave his usual gruff goodbyes. 

A moment later my Aunt Sara threw her arms around me, and after a good hug, she pulled back and kissed me on the forehead like always. But, a second later she laughed, and shook her head, saying, “Oh. Well. I guess since you’ve had my hand, my cleavage, and my mouth, we can probably do real kisses now, huh? She was grinning, but after a second a blush swept her face and she looked down and away before covering her cheeks with her hand. “Oh my god”, she said, still blushing fiercely. “I just realized that… you saw me lick your cum off of my Sister’s tits.  Oh My God!” She said, seemingly mortified for the first time in her life. 

After a minute, she recovered. Her blush seemed to amuse the hell out of both her Husband and my Parents, and she regained her composure in part by telling them all to go to hell. They laughed, and Aunt Sara put her hand on my shoulder to finish her goodbye. Then she ended it with, “Do you remember that very inappropriate Christmas lingerie that I tried to pass off as an outfit when you guys came out to visit us last Christmas?” I nodded and said yeah. I didn’t feel like I needed to say that it was pretty fucking unforgettable. She’d looked so sexy she almost gave me a damn Mrs. Claus fetish. 

“Well, at the time,” she confessed. “I just wanted to tease the Husbands. You were my Nephew after all… But, I think that next time you come over, if you’d like…” she said, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. “I think I’d really enjoy if I put that on again, and this time you put me up against, well, anything you like!” She said with a laugh. “And, well, I think it would be really, shockingly hot for me, if I could yell out that you’re fucking your Auntie Sara good.” Again, my Aunt Sara was a sap for movies, and always seemed to have a glass of wine in hand, but I never, ever, ever would of characterized her as shy. She was bold as fuck. But, she sounded so vulnerable as she asked me, “Would you like that too?” I answered her honestly, gushing “Oh my GOD yes!” And at that, her whole face lit up and she stepped in close to plant a kiss on me that made my knees weak. Holy shit! I like, I think I needed to ask Auntie Sara for kissing lessons or something because, just fucking wow!. 

After that, Aunt Sara and Uncle Bobby left too. I helped Dad and Mom clean up, with Mom wearing nothing but one of my hoodies, which couldn’t zip all the way up over her tits, and that same skirt that came up too high and we all knew had nothing underneath it. When the night was over, I was still kind of surprised that Dad said goodnight and went to my Parent’s bedroom alone. But, I wasn’t complaining. 

Especially when I got into bed and saw Mom still standing in my doorway. She was leaning on the frame with a frown on her face. I was about to ask what was wrong when she said, “Oh, baby. You look stressed…” 

Then she grinned, and began to walk towards me with a sexy little sway to her hips. And as she closed the door behind her she asked, “Do you think a nice, long, slow blowjob from Mommy would help?” 

And as Mom finished coming towards me, unzipping her hoody along the way, I was pretty damn sure that my life had taken a sudden turn for the awesome!

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