MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 1

 

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 1 

Meet the Parents

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Author’s note.

This was on of my most liked stories wayyyyy back when I first started writing incest porn. It had been completely deleted by Tumbr. Then I found some versions of it where people had copied it to other sites. Most of these will be the original pictures if I can find them all again. But I have gone through and made some small edits.

I used to write MUCH shorter stories. Some were only a few sentences. Most were less than a full page. When I wrote, the various parts were some of my largest yet. But still small by my current standards. 

This was originally a 7 part story. However, as I edit I intend to combine some of those in order to make it a little closer to my current style. 

Names do not come up much in this story. Mostly Titles and Costume Names. 

However, for the record.

THE CAST

Mom: Mary R Smith

Dad: Steve Milliardo “Mills” Smith

Youngest Son= Steven Smith. Though, his Mom often calls him Slugger. A nickname that stuck after a baseball game back in middle school.

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I first got into “the lifestyle” about a year ago. It started simple enough, a profile on a fetish site letting people know I was curious. Then some rope tying parties, a few spankings, and next thing I knew, I was getting emailed invitations to (fairly expensive) fetish events. Now, an event is like a fair, except the main attraction is all the fair goers dressing sexy, engaging in “scenes”, and generally finding fun ways to make each other cum. Publicly. All over the hotel, or other rented property.

Still, I wasn’t in the game very long when I learned that my Parents were not only also, in the same space as me, but that they were weirdly famous in it. Now,  in fairness, I had known that they were kinky, and that they were swingers and stuff. But, having it said to me while I was spanking a woman who was my Mother’s age was a whole other matter. Still, the people in the community were super cool about it, and, as a result of my constant poverty, what with being a college student and all, I didn’t go to enough events to actually run into them.

So Mom, Dad, and I talked about it briefly, and after that, the weirdness pretty much went away. Or at least, it did for about a year.

Fast forward to very recently, and I’d been saving up for months so I could attend an event I desperately wanted to go to. But I knew my Parents would be there too. I didn’t have a lot of options. So, I did the only thing I could. I told them, and we talked about it. In the end, they basically didn’t care. In fact, when I acted like they would care, my Dad actually scoffed loudly and said, “Please. We’re shameless freaks!”. He elaborated of course, but my Dad is a bit of a shit-head, so I won’t go into the details.

Anyways, the end result was that we were all going to a huge event called “Naughty Winter Fest”, and it was a superhero and supervillain theme. There was a lot of subtle details involved, like people who were into rape fantasies would wear specifically colored rings indicating that they only wanted hero’s or only wanted villains; and that they wanted to be captured… and stuff.  

But there is too much, so I’ll try to keep it simple. At the end of the day, it broke down to this; Mom, Dad, and I would all go together and get adjoining rooms. They would cover my room cost, and drive us all, but Mom got to use my room to store a bunch of her clothes, shoes, and make-up, and she could come and go as she pleased. Whether it was just to take 5 and chill alone for a few minutes, or just to get dressed with more privacy than she’d normally get in her own, highly trafficked room. At first the request seemed really odd, but then I saw Mom load the car with 3 suitcases for a 5 day event, and that was just her stuff! And so, off we went.

It was kind of cool actually. My Parents were reasonably normal the whole drive there. Mom talked about a corset dealer she couldn’t wait to shop at who was going to be there, and Dad… was a prick. But, nothing too new, and it was honestly fairly normal.

When we got there I learned that Dad brought a different Joker outfit for each day of the week, and Mom brought about 500 Harley Quinn outfits and enough make-up to last Hollywood for a year. They were playing Harley and Joker as a married couple, because that apparently turned my Dad on. Eew. 

Mom brought so many outfits because she wanted to change her look constantly between Harley’s various looks over the years. Plus, some of her outfits were actually based on stuff she saw online that was concept art. PLUS, some stuff she’d made up, and just had a tailor friend throw together for her! It all sounded really cool and even a little normal until Mom casually mentioned that another reason for all the outfits is that she could never tell what was going to get ripped off of her, or end up with cum stains on it throughout the day.

Yeah. I’ll be honest, that was my first “holy shit” moment. I mean, I guess I’d been trying not to think about it. I was just so happy that I was finally at one of the biggest and naughtiest events of the year that I hadn’t really thought about the real world impacts of my Parents being there. I mean, up until that comment from Mom, it had all been kind of abstract. But now my Mom was talking about getting cum on her dress, and her mascara running from various sexual activities. And suddenly I was very aware that my Mom was a goddamn bombshell.

I mean, I know it’s weird to brag about your Mom’s sexiness, but she was fit, had big tits, gorgeous hair, lovely eyes, a sweet voice that was low and sensual when she wanted it to be.  And, it was only then as I began to feel myself flush with sudden heat that  I began to realize just how awkward this might get. Of course, Mom would constantly be covering her hair with various wigs, and covering her eyes with contacts, and covering up her near perfect complexion with tons of make-up. But I seriously doubted that the goal of her outfits would be to make herself look LESS sexy.

Dad didn’t ask what I was wearing, but Mom did. I blew the question off telling her that I had several costumes and I was going to “wing it”. Then, with her dressed in a strikingly naughty Harley Quinn outfit, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, said “Be safe slugger”, and her and Dad went off to “play”.

The truth was, I was only planning on being Batman for the weekend, full mask and all. But it was already weird knowing which ones were my Mom and Dad, I thought it might even creepier if they recognized me too. Like, who wants to see their own Son getting head from a stranger?

I will say this though, as I began to mingle, I was VERY happy with my choice of outfits. Because of recent movie trends, the DCU characters like Harley, Joker, and Batman were crazy unpopular, so very nearly everyone there was dressed as Marvel characters or characters from the other comic brands. And being unique and being desirable could be very closely linked at these events. I tried not to think about how popular that would make my Parents too; tried, but failed. Anyway, the 1st morning went great! I hit a few classes, bought a new set of handcuffs, and played in scenes with  more than one very lovely woman who felt that topless was the only way to be at these types of events. In short, I was having a great fucking day!

And then…

Toward late afternoon, I entered one of the larger play areas to find a dozen or so couples… no, not couples, groups, engaged in various fun and naughty activities that involved moaning. But, most of the people there were gathered in one spot. So I wandered over that way to check it out. There, I saw my Mom and Dad… Mom was wearing a completely different Harley outfit than I’d last seen her in, and I secretly hoped it was just because she felt like a change and not one of the other reasons she’d mentioned earlier. Now, she was wearing knee high boots, with thigh high stockings held up by garters. She had on a pair of fingerless gloves that went all the way up to her elbows, and under the outfit she had been wearing a very naughty fishnet piece, that was like a body glove. The whole thing was Harley Quinn themed of course, but her Jacket, her Skirt, and her panties were all in a pile nearby. I could hear her making naughty promises to the man whose lap she was sitting in, as she fiddled with his fly and then reached into his pants to fish out his cock; but it wasn’t really my Mom’s voice, because she was doing a spot-on Harley Quinn impression. It was a perfect capture of her voice from the original show, and, until that moment I’d never thought of that voice as sexy but, all of a sudden, damn…

 So, there I was. My Mom straddling my Dad’s lap, both of them in costume, my Mom’s, EVERYTHING, basically on display for a whole room full of people. Then, from out of my Dad’s pants, came one of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen. A few appreciative gasps, noises and compliments came from the crowd, and then, as Mom positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, she looked over her shoulder at me.

My heart was suddenly hammering, and had jumped up to somewhere in my throat. After a few endless seconds, I realized that I had a full face-mask and that Mom, from her perspective, was just looking at, some guy, and not me, her Son. At least not on purpose she wasn’t. Then, she licked her lips, and began to slowly slide down that oversized cock. As she did, she smiled and commented in her Harley Quinn voice, “What?! Did you think I married him for his personality?!?” And then she gave a very Harley laugh, that turned into a very Mom moan as she worked more and more of his cock into her.

I couldn’t help but stare. It was so surreal. I was watching my Mother’s pussy lips spread open, and slowly slide down a giant dick while her all too familiar voice gently moaned and whimpered in pleasure. It took them a minute or two before he had opened her up enough inside for them to be able to fuck one another, but eventually, they got there. After that, Mom’s voice went right back to being Harley’s, and she talked dirty to both my dad, and to the crowd. Often, she would look directly at me.

It didn’t take Dad long to announce that he was close, when he did, Mom said, “Oh yeah Puddin’? Are you close baby? Well, you better do a good job! Because I’m pretty sure that’s Batman over there”, she said, looking over her shoulder and smiling back at me. “And you wouldn’t want old Batsy, your worst enemy, to have to bend your wife over right in front of you, and show you how it’s done. Would ya’?” Then her tone changed from playfully Harley,, to a sultry, serious, and teasing purr. She was my Mother in full sex goddess mode as she looked at him and repeated, “Would you?” in a way that told everyone there that he absolutely would. Next thing I knew his dick swelled up, his balls bobbed, then clenched, and he began fucking her as hard as he could and shouting that he was cumming in between guttural yells.

He orgasmed inside of her, and when he was done, she ran her fingers through his hair, told him he did a good job, and then he grabbed her ass, spread her asscheeks, and asked the audience in general, “Whose wants to take the next ride on my Harley”. I hated to admit it, but his Joker impression was very Mark Hamill, which is just another way of saying perfect. But he continued, “No need to fight boys. It’s not like you have to go one at a time”. He said it as sinisterly as possible, and Mom just laughed, and playfully swatted his shoulder, chiding him with a falsely shocked, “PUDDIN!’” But, she wasn’t saying no. And as her eyes scanned the crowd with lazy lust, I knew I had to get the fuck out of there.

I went back to my room and stayed there the whole rest of the night. I changed back to normal clothes, and then for the next 6-9 hours, I just watched T.V. and tried not to think about what my Mom was doing, or what was being done to her. I tried… and I failed. I must have masturbated 5 or 6 times in that one afternoon, and every time it was my own Mom’s face I was seeing. The only thing that kept changing was the outfit. And that was because Mom kept changing. I played it off like we just happened to keep catching each other, and, as her concern grew, I assured her that I was out and about when she wasn’t there, and it was just coincidence. As always, she was a sweetheart about it, telling me it was okay, and adding, “Just make sure you have fun this week slugger. This is as much your week as it is your Dad’s and mine”.

Mom changed outfits 4 more times that day. Sometimes she just wanted to, but most of the time it was because something had been torn off her, got cum splashed on it, or her make-up was either smeared, or all over some guy somewhere.

It was only day one. I had 4 more days of this to go through. And I couldn’t even imagine what tomorrow was going to be like. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

 

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