A Perfect Storm of Accidents

A Perfect Storm of Accidents

It was a perfect storm kind of moment. One where everything just went off at just the right time in order to trigger the next thing, and it changed our lives forever. 

My Husband, Mills, and I had been at a swinger’s retreat, having fun, and enjoying ourselves immensely when we’d gotten a call from our Son, Steven. He was away at college, and so we should have been free and clear. But… His car got stolen. So instead of heading home that weekend to do laundry, pick up the money we’d left for him on the counter, and grab his next set of textbooks which had arrived in the mail, he was stranded instead. 

No problem right? Just call Mom!

Shit.

Well, Mom had been having a great time, but couldn’t exactly say that. It wasn’t that my Son didn’t know that his Father and I got up to some very naughty things. We’d felt it right to come out to him once he’d turned 18 just in case he ever stumbled onto the fact on his own. No, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that I didn’t want to guilt trip him. Our fun was not his responsibility, and calling us had been the right thing to do. 

Now, on top of being the right thing to do, it was also a total fun killer. But he didn’t need to know that. So instead, we left the event, drove the two hours to his college, and began a long and tedious car ride home. However, at the first rest stop, as soon as our Son was out of sight, my Husband started teasing me. At first, he just grabbed me and pulled me to him getting a yelp of surprise and a laugh from me. 

But at the second stop, which he found a convenient excuse for, he spun me around and put me up against the side of the gas station. He was mauling my tits, and rubbing himself on my ass. And honestly, he had me so heated up that we both almost got caught. 

30 minutes later, he “needed to go to the bathroom”, and I decided that I had too as well. Our Son hadn’t caught on or anything, and we were there doing him a favor, so he just shrugged and went along with it. It didn’t hurt that every time we stopped we bought him a large drink. 

But this place was different. Because as my Husband and I snuck over to the side of the building to find a quiet spot we could get into some trouble in, we spotted something. It appeared to be just a little, seemingly unimportant bit of graffiti. But it made Mills realize that we’d been there before. And not only that, but he remembered that they had a gloryhole set up!

Now, we would not have been at a swingers retreat if my Hubby didn’t like seeing and hearing about me getting up to lovely little acts of sexual depravity. So naturally, he suggested that I check it out, and tell him all about it later on. 

The thing was, I was waiting a good 10 minutes before anyone showed up on the other side. The Moment someone did, I pursed my lips, put them through the hole, and blew an overdramatic kiss with my freshly applied lipstick to let them know that this particular glory-hole was up and running at the moment. 

The person on the other side acted like they were going to peak through, but I wasn’t looking for a friend or a stalker. So I moved out the way before they did. Then, realizing that they might just be doing a quick check to see if I was a girl or a boy, I opened up the front of my top and put the girls in plain view. Then, to sweeten the pot a bit, I also took my bra off and tossed it aside. 

When the man on the other side stood up again, I once again puckered up and showed off my lips through the opening. 

A moment later I was moaning with pleasure as the stranger in question, slowly, pushed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took it all the way down and held it there as I gave another moan. That drew his 3rd, “Holy fucking shit!” from him, and I was really starting to like that reaction. Normally, with something like this, the rule of thumb was fast and filthy. Make them cum as quickly as possible and get out of there.   

But… Like I said, I was really enjoying showing off my blowjob skills and getting those “Holy fucking shit!”, cries out of the man on the other side of the wall. Well, I guess I was taking a little too long. Because my Husband eventually banged on the door and called through, “Honey, is everything okay in there?” 

Now, full disclosure. That kind of thing will normally make a guy pop just because it adds the forbidden fruit aspect. If my Husband is calling through the door then I am clearly his Wife, and the naughtiness of the whole situation gets ratcheted up a notch. But in this case, I suddenly realized that my Husband wasn’t the only one waiting and I had a moment of dread. Was my Husband out there trying to convince Steven that his Mother was doing totally normal things in this seedy gas station? While I was gone for 30 minutes!?! 

Shit!

The guy on the other end of the wall gasped, and I figured it was the married woman thing. But I was overcome to with the urge to ask if my Son was just outside waiting for me. So I stopped servicing that cock just long enough to ask, “What is it Hubby? Is it Steven?” Which drew a second gasp from the man who I quickly clamped my lips back around. But before I could finish him off, he blurted through the wall, “Mom!?” 

Which made his Dad whisper/yell, “Are you sucking our Son’s dick!?” 

And, yeah. It turned out I was. But his cock was throbbing, his balls were tightening, and he hadn’t pulled back yet. Plus, holy shit was that suddenly a hot thought! Like, I’d never had that fantasy before. I mean, I’d roleplayed Mommy a time or two, and I’d really liked it. But I’d never thought about doing it for real! 

Next thing I knew my Son was crying out that he was cumming and I answered him by bobbing my mouth up and down his cock even faster. I tightened my lips, and sucked his load down, swallowing most of it. I only stopped near the end because, god forgive me, I wanted to feel it! I wanted that hot cum on my skin so badly! So for his last little bit, I pulled him out grabbed that lovely college dick and aimed it at my face. 

 

When we were done, I didn’t know what to say. I just straightened my skirt, picked up my bra, and walked out to see my Husband. I was clearly a little out of it, because I ended up standing in front of my husband with my top open, my tits out, and our Son’s cum running down my face. 

Mills clearly didn’t mind though, since he quickly took his cock out, grabbed one of my naked breasts, and quickly jerked off onto my thigh. 

That was where we were at when our Son rounded the corner, and found both of his Parents panting as his Mommy moaned and wore two fresh loads of cum on her. 

Well. After a moment I went to the nearest ACTUAL bathroom and got cleaned up. I imagine my men did the same thing. And a few minutes later we were all in the car, and driving in awkward silence. But, after a few minutes of all three of us blushing and shooting one another awkward glances, I decided to test the waters. 

I looked back at our Son and simply said, “Baby, I didn’t mean to do that. But I thought that it was SO hot. Like, honestly sweetie? I’d kind of like to do it again. What do you think slugger?” 

He looked from me to his Father, his face beat red. But after a nod from his Dad giving him some secret “man permission” to answer, he nodded and said yeah. 

Another 30 minutes later, we stopped at another gas station. There we all went to the bathroom and bought my Son another large drink. But this time, instead of sneaking off with my Husband as just the two of us, I took our Son by the hand and dragged him along with us. Behind the gas station, both men were blushing fiercely and staring at the ground. So I figured it was on me to take charge and give this thing some direction. 

So I took my Husband's hand and led him over to the wall, where it was now his turn to be pinned. Then I smiled at Steven and shot him a sexy wink as I opened up the front of my top once again. I took my bra off and tossed it on the ground before hefting my large breasts and playing with them a bit while both Men watched. 

Then I said, “Now sweetie, I know that we told you about how Mom and Dad were swingers. But we didn’t include any details like, how your Dad likes to watch me get fucked.” Then I stepped back, spread my feet out, and hiked my skirt up a bit. “Would you like to help out with that?”, I asked.

There was only a moment’s hesitation before he quickly got behind me and fished his cock out. But, before he put that beautiful dick of his into me, he said, “Wait. I don’t have a condom.” But as his Father looked down at me questioningly, I just smiled back and answered without breaking eye contact. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about that sweetie. After all, we’re all family here.” 

At that my Husband moaned so loudly that I needed to kiss him to quiet him. Then our Son moaned as he slipped that hot, hard cock into his Mother, and forced me to moan into my Hubby’s mouth!

Once he got started, it was insanely hot! I was a little worried about his stamina though. Not that he would cum too soon. The opposite actually. I’d already made him cum, and at 19-years-old, he was a literal teenager. But, we were fucking behind a gas station. It was public, illegal, we could not afford to overstay our welcome. 

So, I decided a little push in the right direction was in order. I told my Son how good his big cock felt stretching out his Mommy’s tight little cunt. I let him know that he was fucking his Momma SO good! And when he grunted and gave me a good slam, I was quick to tell him that slamming me good was exactly how I liked it. “That it baby. Pound Mommy like a whore! Like you OWN that pussy now!” 

My dirty dialogue did the trick. For both men. And in no time, I was jerking my Husband’s cock onto my tits right as my Son really started to fucking slam it into me. He let me know that he was cumming, and when I told him to fill me up, it made him start fucking me even harder! 

 

We managed to squeeze in one more stop before we got to the house. But it wasn’t out of necessity. After all, there was no denying the truth. From that point forward, my Son was going to be my newest lover!

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