Wait! I can explain!

I wanted to say, “Wait! I can explain!”, but that is not what came out… 

I uh, I wasn’t sure if I could explain anyway though. You see, my Husband and I had gotten kinky in recent years. A friend of mine had introduced us to the BDSM lifestyle scene, and we’d quickly fallen in love with it. Of course, things had escalated fast. We went from, “It’s so fun and naughty watching these very openly kinky people”, to, “maybe we could try just one thing next time”, to somehow being very happy in an open and kinky relationship where, we didn’t exactly identify as swingers, but we sure did get around!

So, needless to say that we had gotten to the point where I felt like almost anything was possible, as long as we checked in with one another first. I mean, I had roleplayed Mommy for him, and he’d done Daddy with me, and since we had a 19-year-old Daughter, and an 18-year-old Son, that felt like pushing things just about as far as they could go! 

But, speaking of family. It just so happened that our normal family vacation at the end of summer, and the biggest kink-event that we’ve ever been to (if we went), were in the same place at the same time. Well, we tried to figure out how we could sneak away from the kids, but we only ended up laughing at ourselves as our plans got crazier and crazier. Plus, whenever one of us thought of one of these insane plans, the other would come up with an equally insane scenario where the kids caught us in the worst possible positions! 

So, we figured we just had to come clean. But of course, sitting in a hotel room and telling two super-horny teenagers that we were going to spend some separate time this vacation because there was an insanely kinky event that would feature 900 kinds of sex they’d never even heard of, did not go over great. They both wanted in. Obviously! I mean, even if they hadn’t been our kids, they were still teens and made mostly of hormones and hornyness at this stage in their lives. 

They practically begged to tag along, and I was honestly entertaining the idea… I was about to look to my Husband and gauge his reaction, when he put his foot down and declared “No!”. His declaration was so sudden, loud, and full of authority that it made me jump! The kids started to whine, and he just glared, and, quieter this time, repeated the word “No.” End of discussion. 

I was surprised, honestly. I mean, we’d both been so open with one another and it had been great for us as individuals and as a couple. Plus, we both harbored pretty intense incest fantasies, so I thought it MUST be a little a little fun to think that the kids were running around somewhere at the same event as us and getting up to naughty shenanigans… But he sounded so certain. Hell, he even sounded angry about it! So, we didn’t bring it up again. At least, not with him…

My Daughter, Hana, the Miss Amari to my Missus Amari, was a naughty little tease of the highest degree. I mean, it wasn’t like I didn’t know where she got it from, and it had never been a negative. It had always been a source of amusement, pride, and mild worry for us. But we laughed at her antics more than we chastised them. 

So when Hana asked to go out for a Mother Daughter lunch date, I had my suspicions, but it was hardly unusual. Of course, it took her exactly 1 meal with me to convince me that her and her Brother should not only go, but that I should definitely go with them as their escort in order to keep them out of trouble. 

Yeah, that didn’t exactly work the way that I planned. I mean, in my defense, my Daughter was a sexy, 19-year-old cutie, and, like my Husband, I had a Mommy fantasy. So you can guess how confused my feeling got for my 18-year-old, handsome Son when he whipped out a nice, thick cock, and proceeded to walk around the event wearing formal shoes, a school blazer, and nothing else! 

It turns out that the kids had known about the event, and had been trying to figure out how to sneak away in order to go it on their own. That was before we dropped our surprise on them. Then, being kinky weirdos just like their Mom and Dad, they had been thrilled and wanted to go with us. After their Dad shot them down, their plans only changed a little. But, they’d done their homework, and apparently one of the roleplay areas was set up like a school. They had a classroom, a locker room, a Principal's office, and even a fake school hallway. 

So, taking advantage of their age and current wardrobe, they’d packed some naughty versions of school uniforms and figured that they could hide out in that section of the event. But now… Now I was going with them. 

So, when I got to the event dressed up like a naughty bride (even still had some of the original clothes from our wedding!) I found an excuse to slip away from my Hubby. After all, the whole appeal of my bride costume was that someone other than my Husband was going to be very happy to find me. Hubby laughed, and agreed with me. He made me promise to tell him what I got up to while we were apart later on, and then Mr. Amari headed off to find an adventure of his own. 

Once he was gone, I quickly shuffled to the ladies room where Hana was waiting with a change of clothes for me. It started off innocent. Well, a little innocent… very little. But still! WE simply went to the school area, and started talking while the kids got an eyeful of all the naughty role plays that were happening. 

It started with my explaining some things to them, and then me explaining turned into true back and forth conversation. Next thing I know, we are talking about a lot of things that started with the phrase, “Wouldn’t it be hot if…”. Soon after that, we got playful, and then a little out of breath, and then one thing led to another…

And that, brings us back to where my story started. 

We were, um, “playing”, when I spotted my Husband standing in the doorway to our little classroom scene! And, it did NOT look good. 

Our Daughter was standing behind me wearing a skirt that was MUCH too short, and no panties. And yes, the skirt was short enough that no one had to wonder, you could plainly see that she wasn’t wearing panties. She was goading me about what a “Naughty little Mom” I was being, and she was slapping a leather riding crop into her palm menacingly. As she was doing that, my ass was very clearly red and marked up from that exact crop.

Which brings me to my outfit… My top was a slutty assortment of red leather straps that managed to cover my nipples, random strips of skin, and not much else. My hands were bound behind my back with some cord that my Son had found in the room with us, and my skirt was exactly the same as my Daughter’s. Except that my skirt covered even less, because my ass was bigger, and I was currently bending over a desk. Now, I WAS wearing panties… sort of. They had started on, honestly! But, right at that moment, they were pulled down to around mid-thigh. From there down, I was actually still wearing pieces of my previous “costume”. That meant the white stockings and garters from our wedding day, along with the matching white pair of heels. 

Needless to say, I was in a very compromising situation. I wanted to say, “Wait! I can explain!”, but that is not what came out… What actually came out was something like, “Mrmph! Mmm, Mrmm, Mugh!”. Which made sense, because with my hair balled up in my Son’s strong right hand, and his dick rapidly thrusting into my mouth, it was difficult to talk. So, between my own moans at how hot I’d been finding it all, my lips wrapped snugly around my handsome boy’s shaft so that he would know just exactly how good his Mommy was at this, and the jostling that the kids were giving me between the two of them, communicating with words was not going to work. 

Thankfully… my Husband was also communicating. My own, shocked (if lustful) eyes were locked on him. And while I had been expecting rage, what I got was confusion, surprise, shock, and then deep lust, and all in rapid succession. His expression quickly shifted in between “What the fucking hell!”, and “Oh god this is so hot!”.  

It was less than 10 seconds before his confusion and surprise faded away, and he was quickly undoing his pants. In no time he had his own hard cock out and was touching himself! The kids noticed him right around that moment, but their reaction mimicked their Father’s pretty well. As they saw that he was there, but he was also liking what he saw, they went from scared and surprised, to being even more into it!

I felt the sting of Hana’s riding crop as she brought a fresh red line of raised skin to her Mother’s ass. But the real surprise was when she used it to tell me to spread my legs wider, set the crop down, and then clapped her hand up into my soaking wet pussy.  She glanced at her Father for approval as she slipped, one, and then two fingers into me while saying, “Suck that cock Mom. Show my little Brother what a naughty little slut his Mother is!”

That was too much. Between my Daughter fingering me, the fresh sting still burning along my skin, my Son gripping my hair tighter and fucking my throat, and my Husband watching it all as her jerked off, I was pushed straight over the edge. I started screaming, and cumming, and Hana, good, properly raised girl that she was, moved those two sopping wet fingers out of my pussy and onto my clit to make sure that I was SCREAMING with pleasure as my kids pinned me between them and used my body as their own personal plaything. 

Apparently my Son liked the feeling his of his Mom screaming in pleasure while his cock was in her throat, because he announced to the room that he was going to cum almost as soon as I’d started to come down from my own orgasm. I was glad that my Husband was there, and that we sort of, kind of, had his approval now. So I glanced his way to try to ask him with my eyes what he wanted. But, once again, our Daughter had her own plans. She abandoned my pussy so that she could lean over the desk alongside me. I had a brief moment to wonder what she was doing before she looked up at my Son and, after putting her hand on the back of my head, she said, “Shoot that cum straight down Mom’s throat little Bro!”

I was left looking at my Husband with a glance back to the doorway where he was jerking himself to orgasm, as my Daughter shoved at the back of my head and forced my lips to slide down to the very base of my Son’s great big teenager dick. Then, with a cry of, “Oh Mom!”, he placed his hands over his Sisters, and they both held my head in place while every man in the room, even the ones who were not members of our family, began to shoot their loads!

When they finally let me up, I was gasping for air, and moaning in between gasps. Holy fuck that had been hot! I definitely wasn’t the only one who thought so either as several strangers clapped and cheered on “our performance”. Though a few remarked that, as much as they’d liked the “scene” we’d just done, they thought that we’d picked a funny place to do it. After all, if we were going to do a roleplay with me as the Mom, my Husband as the Dad, and this lovely “couple” as our kids, then why dress me like a schoolgirl? 

They had a point. And so, no longer needing to hide, we all gathered what few clothes we’d started with and headed out of the classroom portion of the event. We agreed to head back to the hotel room, and, I was honestly still a little worried about my Hubby’s reaction. Like, sure, it had been hot in the moment, but we ALWAYS cleared stuff like this with one another, and I’d been sneaky. 

Thankfully, it turned out to be a case of bad communication. See, Mr. Amari (my Hubby), had thought it was the hottest fucking idea ever when Darius and his Sister had proposed coming to the event. But, he was worried that I would freak out, so he blurted out a loud and authoritative “hell no”, thinking that we would talk later. But, he never worked up the courage. So, he was basically walking around the event for an hour, kicking himself for not at least trying to talk to me about it, when he walked in on one of his wildest fantasies coming true. 

So, when we did get back to the hotel room, all he could talk about was how hot it all had been for him, and how badly he wanted to, “take it further”. And, with everything that I pictured at the sound of that sentence, I honestly still had no idea.

It started off like I thought it would. My Husband wanted us to change, and take our little show back out into the event. But this time, we would be hiding what we were really, actually doing, under the guise of roleplaying that we were a family. So, an hour or so later after we’d all gotten cleaned up and had time to change, my hubby and I were walking the event with me wearing a paired down, sexier version of my wedding dress, with as many components from my real wedding dress having been worked into it as was possible. 

The kids came along with us as we checked out various areas, and introduced “Son and Daughter” to everyone with a sly wink. When, inevitably, we got propositioned for some sexy fun times with other people, we made a show of saying that we were not sure, and asking if they would really be comfortable having sex with us while our kids were there. 

Fast forward an hour and people aren’t even pretending to be shy anymore as our little Family quickly became the focus of a lot of attention! I mean, I was a MILF, and a Mom, with two kids in the room. My Husband was in the room with me, and I was literally wearing (most of) my wedding dress. Add to that fantasy a sexy 19-year-old with a Daddy fetish, and a handsome 18-year-old stud with a Mommy fetish, and we were checking a lot of boxes in a hotel full of kinky people! Eventually little bits of my wedding dress were scattered all around the giant sized room, with the entirety of my Daughter’s outfit in a pile nearby. We were both locked into stockades, and while I was being watched as a steady stream of men “pounded Mommy”, or gave it to “Mrs. A.” from both ends, my Daughter’s mouth was left open for the most part. If I had to guess why her throat was spared and mine wasn’t, it was probably because people were very much enjoying her regular, high pitched squeals varying between “Fuck me Daddy!”, and “Oh god! He’s fucking me Daddy!”. 

Clearly, we had a great time. Like I said, that much, I had expected. What I had NOT expected, was that my Husband wanted to keep things up once we got home! It started the following weekend when, while I was making breakfast for everyone, I waggled my ass playfully in my Hubby’s direction, and whispered to him that I needed “fucked so badly”. I figured it was a nice little tease and we could resolve what I’d said later on. Instead, he paused, then yelled out into the house, “Son! Get in here!”. 

When my baby boy showed up, as confused as I was, my blush must have been something else as his Father turned to me and said, “Tell him what you just told me.” Next thing I know, my Daughter and Husband were watching from the breakfast table as my Son hiked up my dress and stuffed his Mother’s cunt full of hard young cock! 

And hubby was only getting started.

It took some convincing on his part. I mean, yeah, I was loving all of it, but he had some really crazy ideas! But, after months of surprises, little teases, and incredibly bold ideas, I finally gave in. 

I knew that I was going to be bounced from one sexually wild situation to the next for the rest of my life when I gave into, what my Husband lovingly referred to as, “Our Son’s messy mascara party”. But, as I sat there in the living room, wearing an absolute ton of traditional Egyptian eye make-up, a cropped leather jacket, thigh highs, strappy heels, and a pair of short, tight little denim cut-offs; I decided that I was okay with that. I was walking the line between excited and patient, as my Son explained to 9 of his friends that his Father “liked to watch”. 

I sipped my cappuccino and smiled as they looked between their old high school buddy, his Mom, and his Dad sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. They had clear disbelief in their eyes. They were asking questions, clearly not convinced that this wasn’t some kind of trap, when I set my drink down and softly asked them to come closer. Once they had gathered around me, I put on my Mom voice, and sweet as could be, I told them that I really needed their help. My lips were painted a dark, rich shade of red, but the stains on my cappuccino cup made it clear that none of my make-up was very high quality, and would end up smearing on anything it touched. 

As they got closer, and leaned in to see how they could help me, I explained. I explained that everyone we’d gone to with this, just, had way too much respect for my husband, and ended up being very gentle with me as a result. Which, simply wasn’t at all what we wanted. “So,” I told them. “My Son suggested that if we wanted people who would be okay getting rough with me, and I mean REALLY making me into a sweaty, make-up streaked, mess of a Wife… Then we should try working with younger guys.” 

My Husband chimed in then from behind them. “Don’t worry about ruining anything either boys. I’m talking, ripping her clothes, knocking over the furniture, and really doing whatever you need to do to rub that lipstick off of her. Do you boys think you can handle that?” 

After my Husband spoke, my Son shrugged and said, “I mean it was going to be you guys or someone else. I just wanted to be a good friend, and try to give you a shot first”. At my Son’s words, blushes deepened and breaths got held, but it was also when conviction set in. They exchanged glances, and then one of them looked at my Husband and started to say, “Do we just-” But Mr. Amari cut him off mid-sentence with his answer. “Ignore me”, he said. “Focus on her.” 

They started out a little shy, and a little clumsy. But what started off clumsy ended up being the best sex of my life up to that point. 

The. Best. Sex.

It was my Son and 9 of his friends. 10 boys in total! Though, the first time my Son wagged that big dick of his in front of my face and I gobbled it up, three of his buddies immediately swore and blew their loads on the spot. But, once they got past the shock of it, they ended up being very into it!

What began with, “Can I”, and “Should I”, soon turned into male one-upmanship. Soon the friends were goading one another. 

“Dude, is that as hard as you can fuck?” 

“Look at your dick man. You barely got any of her lipstick off of her.” 

And, “Oh my God Darius, your Mom’s pussy is so fucking tight!” 

At one point my Son’s friend Tyler was sitting on the couch with me riding him, then another friend, Jason, with encouragement from his buddies, lubed up and started fucking my ass. As they were going at it, one of the boys who had already cum shouted, “There’s plenty of room there, what are you guys even doing?!”. As a result of that taunt, things got even more crowded. So, as my Son appeared on the other side of the couch facing me, two of his friends were simultaneously getting up on the couch with us, grabbing my hands, and slapping their cocks into them. 

My Son watching it all happen made it even better for me, and as I finished my 8th or 9th orgasm of the afternoon, he asked me, “How are they treating you Mom?” And, as the perfect answer sprang to my lips, I began to cum again. With my volume rising as I moaned out the words, I half-screamed my answer, “Like a whore!” 

After that day, “I love my whore Mom” would become an actual endearment phrase between us. But by the time his friends were done with me, I was limping back to the bathroom with a broken heel, shorts that had the crotch sliced out of them while I’d been wearing them, make-up and cum running all over my face and tits, and pantyhose whose few remaining bits were holding on to my body nothing with little more than sweat and tenacity. 

I showered, cleaned up my make-up, showered again, and changed into a dress for the evening. By the time I walked back into the living room, I was greeted with quite the sight. Apparently, my Daughter, with a little jealousy and a lot of naughty, had walked in after I’d left and told her Brother’s friends that she felt left out of the party. Then she asked them if they would mind giving Big Sister the same treatment that they had given Mom. 

Walking in on my Daughter’s gangbang, it wasn’t hard to guess what their answer had been. When they were finished with her, I told them all to get cleaned up and get dressed, and our Daughter Hana grabbed a few hands and led them back to the bathroom to “help them clean up”. That night, I made a big feast for everyone, and was relieved to find that the boys understood the rules. At dinner, they were back to their mostly well-mannered, respectful selves as we talked and laughed over a meal like nothing had happened. 

Of course, a lot HAD happened, and based on how good it had been for both my Daughter and I; we both agreed that, from that point forward, we were willing to go along with just about anything that “Daddy” and my Son could come up with…

God this was going to be fun!

The Cast:

Phara Amari: Mom

Amun Amari: Dad

Hana Amari: Daughter

Darius Amari: Son

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