Embrace and Accept Each Moment

 Embrace and Accept Each Moment

When I turned 18 Mom and Dad revealed to me that things were going to get real weird, real fast. It turned out that they’d both been investigating kink, BDSM, swinging, and just about everything else. They’d been thirsting after all of it for about 3 years, and just doing their best to hold off until I turned 18. 

But now that I was 18, all bets were off. They encouraged me to find my own place, and even offered to help me financially until I could afford it myself. That said, they straight up warned me that they would NOT be holding back anymore. Things were about to get really freaky, really fast in the Smith household, and if I didn’t want to see or hear that, then it was my responsibility to stay out of their way. 

Well, it turned out that getting my own place was total financial insanity at the time, so that was a non-starter. As such, I ended up staying with my parents while I looked for work, and considered applying for college. 

It wasn’t all bad. I mean, for one, my Mom was a hot, sexy, absolute MILF, and the idea of seeing her walking around the house in lingerie or something wasn’t exactly a negative. Nor was getting to hear her moan by accident. And, that was honestly kind of how it was, at first… 

My Parents went from, having researched for years, to actually going to kink and swinger brunches and events. They met new friends, and soon they were throwing around words like “play partners”. At some point, Mom started saying this phrase around the house, and it kind of became her Mantra. “Embrace and accept each moment”. To her, it meant, live for that moment with no consequences. So, if she wanted to try something new, but was worried about calories, being seen by neighbors, or stepping out of her comfort zone, she would just say “Embrace and accept each moment”, and then she would go for it. 

She started making these wild new meals that she’d never tried to cook before, and when I complimented her on how much more amazing meals with her had gotten, she just smiled and said, “Embrace and accept each moment!” New sexy outfit? New piercing? New tattoo, sexy shoes, or comfort level in flirting? “Embrace and accept each moment”!

It was wild watching her change so much. Like she’d been playing at life with her hands and feet bound, up to that point, and she was just starting to stretch. Dad, on the other hand, seemed like Dad, but he got to have more sex. There was no sense that he was stepping into his true self, or that he was going through some kind of transformation. But Mom? Mom went from the sexiest MILF on the block, to the sexiest MILF I’d ever seen!

She dressed more provocatively, her smile had this sexual curve to it, and her eyes went from “local sweetheart” to, “I eat boys like you for breakfast”. Seriously, she got SO sexy, and while the clothes were part of it, the attitude that went with them was easily 90% of it. 

I was loving this more fun, more free, even sexier version of my Mom. Then one day I got a call from Dad as I was getting home. He told me that he’d been talked into checking out some kink event by a buddy of his, and it was very last minute. He basically said that he had to go right that second or he was going to miss it, and he needed me to tell Mom that he wouldn’t be home for the weekend since Mom hadn’t answered her phone. 

I shrugged it off and told him sure. My Dad was okay, or whatever, but I wasn't going to miss him if he was gone for a few days. If Mom left, her missing presence would leave the whole house feeling empty. Plus, she usually did the cooking and cleaning, somehow, on top of all the other stuff she did. So remove her for a weekend, and Dad, the house, and I were basically a train-wreck. But remove Dad or I and no one would bat an I.  

…I needed to do something about that…

But, right in that moment, I was hungry, horny, and I was supposed to deliver a message to my very attractive Mom. So, anxious to see what sexy thing she would be wearing that day, I headed inside and called out for her. At first, I didn’t hear or see any sign of her, despite knowing that she was home. But eventually I realized that there was a note on the counter saying to come downstairs and take a look at the bench. 

Mom and Dad had set up some kinky equipment in the basement. I was honestly super curious about it, but I didn’t want my Dad explaining it to me, and I wasn’t sure how to ask my Mom to do it. But, if Mom’s long legs, full chest, and long dark hair were waiting for me just down those stairs, then down the stairs was where I was headed. 

Of course, even hoping to look at her in a very, un-son-like, and inappropriate way, I was SO not prepared for what I saw. 

Mom had on, what used to be a very pretty black blouse. It had been ripped straight down the front though, and hung open like a vest. It covered her shoulders, and as much of her arms as a t-shirt would, but nothing else. Also, it was the only thing she was wearing from the waist up… unless you counted the ropes, piercings, clamps, ball gag, and binds. Which, um, were very eye-catching. From the waist down she was wearing a pair of tight little denim shorts that had been sliced and torn open to reveal her pussy and her asshole in a way that was very clearly meant to provide easy access to those two areas. This was topped off with a pair of heels that could never touch the floor, seeing as her legs were tied up, forced apart, and made to have her heels pointing at the ceiling. 

Her shoes were basically jewelry the way she was bound up. A pretty accessory to be looked at or appreciated how much sexier they made her while someone was fucking, licking, spanking, or otherwise having their way with her. …Did I mention that she was my Mom?!?

I walked around to the front of her, and her lovely eyes went a little wide at the sight of me. She didn’t say anything of course, since all she could do was moan or drool around the ball gag in her mouth. 

God but she looked like temptation itself. Of course, I wasn’t a total piece of shit. So I took the ball gag out, and told Mom what Dad had told me. I mean, I still couldn’t help but stare at all of her gorgeous naked skin exposed to me in a very provocative way, but I didn't’ take advantage or anything psycho. 

Mom did her best to flip her hair back and out of her face, followed by blowing a stray strand of it out of her eye. And as she did, I noticed the note on the stool behind me. It simply said, “If you take the ball gag out, then you’d better put something else in its place”. The freaky part was, it was signed “Mommy~”. I looked at her, and she grinned a wicked little grin before assuring me that it wasn’t originally supposed to be read by me. Her and Dad just liked to engage in a bit of Mommy play.

“Mommy play?”, I asked. At that, Mom gave me this look. Like, she suspected I was asking a question that I knew the answer to, just because I wanted to hear the answer, but she was going to humor me anyway. “Yeah sweetie”, she purred with a sultry tone that I’d only recently learned she was capable of. “It’s for guys who like the idea of hearing their Mom moan around a mouthful of their big cocks… You know. Mommy play.” 

Her look dared me to push further, but I was already so worked up over her playful attitude, her naked tits, and the looks she was giving me that I felt like I was going to die from the lust induced fever she was giving me. So I just nodded, tried to say “got it”, and failed to muster up that much air. 

Then Mom got this… look. Like she was considering something very important. She was at a really awkward angle. I mean, she was bound up so that her lips were at the level of my cock. That meant that looking up at me was actually quite the strain for her. But she did, after a minute, glance up to my face. Then she smiled, said, “Well… Embrace and accept each moment I guess. And, here we are. A Mom who likes Mommy play. A Son whose hard on looks like it’s about to break the front of his jeans open, and a Husband who decided it would be a great idea to leave his ultra horny, and newly kinky Wife all on her own for the weekend.”

I gulped. I mean, WOW. But also, she couldn’t really be suggesting anything…

Right?

Mom seemed to read my mind. But then she looked forward again, which put her eyes directly onto my straining hard-on, pushing forcefully into the front of my jeans. The next words out of her mouth were, “I tell you what kiddo. You’ve got the ball gag, and I DESPERATELY need something in my mouth.”

“Right…:

“Now…”

“So I’m going to close my eyes, open up my lips, and you just shove, whatever you’d most like to, straight into Mommy’s lips. Sound good?” 

She didn’t wait for an answer though. She just stayed true to her words, closed her eyes, and opened up her mouth invitingly. 

It HAD to be a trap! I mean, right? 

I asked if her she meant that I could really put my dick in her, or if I was just, reading the situation all crazy. But she just replied, “Feed it to me baby”. So… feeling a little bolder, I asked her, “Just um, just your mouth? I noticed that your mouth isn’t exactly the only thing you put on display here.” 

At that, Mom got the biggest, brightest, most intoxicating smile. She looked up at me, and after seeming to admire my boldness for a beat, she said, “Sweetie, if you can find the courage and the desire to put your cock in my mouth, then I promise you, we are going to explore absolutely everything else that you might want to do over the next two days. But first, I need to know if you actually, seriously, honestly like the idea of getting your cock sucked by your Mom… as much as I like the idea of finally getting to wrap my lips around my Son’s dick.”

She closed her eyes again, and a moment later, I got to hear what my Mother sounded like when she was moaning around a mouthful of cock! It wasn’t so much a blowjob, as Mom was bound up, tied down, and very much forced into a position of use. But she was greedy, needful, and open with her lust as I fucked her face until I came down her throat. 

When I finally sat down, panting on the stool, I got to look my Mom in the eyes as she drooled, moaned, and licked the last of my cum off of her lips. After a few minutes of us catching our breath, she said, “Until me so I can make dinner sweetie.” Naturally, I sprung to it. I mean, not only was she still 100% my Mom, but feeling her warm throat wrapped snugly around my cock as she moaned, hadn’t exactly made me want her approval LESS. 

When Mom finally got to her feet, she was quite the sight. Ripped open clothing, high heels, surprisingly tough to smudge lipstick, and two silver clamps hanging delicately off of each very attentive nipple. She was fucking gorgeous! 

After a minute of staring, and a minute more trying to snap out of it enough to speak, I finally managed to say “Wow!”. Which made Mom smile happily. She touched her hand to her long beautiful hair and said, “Thank you sweetie. Now, I’ve been exploring this side of myself for almost a year now, but you… This is kind of your introductory weekend. So, I suggest you Embrace and accept each moment as they come. Okay?” 

I nodded, and after I did, Mom’s smile adopted a sinful little curve as she asked me whether or not I wanted her to change before making dinner. It took me a second to wrap my head around the question, but once I did, I was quick to tell her no. 

So, Mom cooked and served dinner dressed just like that! We finished up our food, and as she went to clean up, she set her empty plate on mine and then said, “Ohhh. That’s a nice sound…” Then she walked over to the side of the dinner table, bent over it in a very suggestive way, and gripped the ends of the table with each hand. She looked at me then and said, “I’d like to hear that again. How about you kiddo? Think you can get behind me right now, and help Mommy make the plates rattle?” 

The whole weekend was like that! Mom’s outfits were endlessly and openly sexual. We showered together. I finally got to experience an actual blowjob from her (WOW, is all I have to say about it!), and any little fantasy that she thought up, or that I asked after, she made a reality.

When the weekend finally ended, it felt like we had spent years in blissful, wicked sin. 

But, eventually Dad did get back home. Then, for the five days that followed, I felt like the best part of my whole life had already happened and was behind me now. Thankfully, the following Friday, I heard Mom tell Dad that she was going to spend some time getting up to wild shit with a new play partner of hers. He laughed and insisted that she tell him all about it later. Mom promised him that she would as she closed the door of their bedroom behind her.

Then she grabbed her coat and her purse before walking over to me. I thought she was going to kiss me bye, but instead she smiled and, in a low tone, she said, “Well, new play partner? Grab your coat! You heard your Father. You and I need to go find some utterly depraved things to do with one another so that I have a good story to tell him later on.” 

At that, she winked, and headed for the door. Mom was right. And hot. And amazing! But she was also the best part of my life, and the best bits, it turned out, were just getting started!

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