MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 3A & 3B

 

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 3A & 3B

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 3A (Playing Outside)

It was day 3 of the event, and before the day even started I was hugely turned on. My week thus far had been insane and I’d discovered fetishes that I’d never known were in me. I witnessed some, and tried others; but my new obsession was my drop dead gorgeous Mom who was dressed in a variety of Harley Quinn costumes for the week.

I had been planning on following her around today and finally seeing her have sex with someone other than Dad. And, if she was anything like my Aunt Sara, her Sister (who I’d found out last night was a depraved slut in all the best ways), then I was probably going to see something amazing! At least, that was what I thought before I saw her costume laid out.

It was the classic one. Like, a court jester. A solid one piece costume with no holes, no cleavage, no provocative slits, or exposed flesh. Nope. In place of an exposed stomach or teasing glimpses of breasts, this outfit instead provided a big stupid hat, a goddamn frock, and little white balls of cloth hanging comically from EXTRA bits of clothing that were tacked on. I mean, I love the original and all, and I agree with them sexing her up being kind of trashy in the movies and all. But in this instance? I was suddenly wishing that even sluttier versions of the costume were out there.

In fact, I was convinced that today was going to be a disappointment. At least until Mom came out of the bathroom wearing it, and my jaw dropped. She spun a baseball bat playfully in one hand, and still using her Mom voice, she said, “Right!?”, with a pleased smile. Then she stopped, turned away from me, bent forward slightly, and gave her butt one loud, no doubt stinging slap, before wiggling her ass at me playfully. She giggled when she did it, and she was right to feel proud. She had taken what had to be one of the least sexy things a person could possibly wear, and, without changing a single, stupid, ball on a string, she had managed to slut-it-up. The outfit was a mix of leather and latex that hugged her every delicious curve. It made her ass look amazing. It clung to her so tightly that I thought I could see the outline of her pussy mound pushing gently against the fabric, and while it did hold back her rather large and lovely breasts, it also gave the impression that it was straining to do so. As if any minute the fabric would give out, and everyone would get a surprise visual treat.

“This was a tough one!” Mom said. “But I think I pulled it off, right?” And with that, she did another turn and gave her ass another smack. The effect was arousing, and with a quick glance and a smile, Mom silently told me that she’d noticed exactly how arousing I found it. 

Before walking through the adjoining door back to her room, she came over to me and pulled my head down for a quick kiss on the forehead. As she did, she acknowledged that my hard-on had answered her question about the outfit, by saying “Thank you for the compliment sweetie.” And with those words and the kiss, Mom was back to her and Dad’s room. And I was getting into my batman costume with a full cowl as fast as I could manage. It wasn’t easy, since my Mom had just knowingly made a comment about my dick for the first time in my adult life, and the effect was rather nice. I was feeling warmer than usual as I started to change into my costume. 

I’d managed to keep my costume and identity a secret so far, despite having several erotic run-ins with my family while wearing it. In fact, Harley and Batman had started to develop a mildly playful banter over these last few days; and I’d learned that my Dad was well hung, but I was bigger.  

As I finished getting dressed, I heard Mom talking about how she’d told some “fans” that she was going to put on a public display today, outside the building. Dad agreed heartily and complimented her on how much this costume concealed her identity, and then they were off and, for once, I knew just where to look for them.

When I was done, I headed for the only exit that made sense. A little side door that led to a small alley and a back parking lot. We (the event goers) had actually rented the small building on the other side of that lot as well, and we were using it as a mock police station. You see, some of the criminals wanted to be “locked up” and “punished”. Others wanted to be interrogated, and others still, very much wanted to be involved in one side or another of a prison rape. So when we learned that an old abandoned sheriff’s office was right behind the hotel we were renting out, we all agreed to pay a little more for the event tickets and get that building as well.

I headed for the alley. When I got there, the sky was dark with storm clouds, and it was raining. It was a gentle rain on a warm day, the kind that felt amazing instead of dreary; but it was hard to appreciate anything other than the woman in the middle of the alley.

Somehow, I wasn’t first. A couple of guys were already there, and watching. Mom/Harley, was sitting in the middle of the alley, facing the door . Her legs were spread and her fingers were gently rubbing at the clearly visible mound of her pussy as it pushed against the fabric of her costume.

When I came out, Mom smiled subtly, but didn’t stop. Instead she addressed my Dad, leaning against a wall with the other guys. Dad was dressed up as the Joker, and some of the guys were actually dressed like Joker-goons. Of course, they were probably just regular, fill in the blank bad-gay minions.  

Mom said, “This is the one I was tellin’ you about puddin’. The bat whose bat is even bigger than yours". As always, Mom’s Harley Quinn impression was perfect. But as she lay there masturbating in the rain, my attention was kind of on her body, and not so much on her conversation with my Father. Then Mom asked me, me directly (though she still had no idea who I really was), “Whaddya say Batsy? Wanna whip it out and show my Hubby how it’s done?”.

The realization that my Mom just propositioned me for sex, in the rain, while Dad and his Friends watched, made me feel like my limbs were molten lead. It was so hot, and at the same time, I couldn’t move. After a few moments, she shrugged, and said, “Or maybe it’s the Joker who needs to show Batman how it’s done”.

Then, after a bit more playing, and a few more people arriving, Mom got up, held out her hand, and, as Dad took it, she led him further down the alley towards the parking lot. And without hesitation, where she went, everyone else followed.  

The crowd, so far, was Dad, four guys dressed like his goons, who I assume were his friends, 2 of the cops who’d come out of the sheriff building to watch, and a rather shapely redhead dressed as Poison Ivy. While I was looking at the crowd, I heard a loud metal thunk, like someone slamming the trunk of a car; immediately followed by Mom’s, Harley-voice saying, “Just use the knife”.

That spun my head around fast, and I turned to see that Dad had bent Mom over the hood of the car, and, as I watched, he held a sharp blade up against her outfit, where her pussy was pressing into it. The sharp blade bit easily into the latex, and he was, very carefully, cutting. The act looked insanely dangerous, and I wanted to jump in and intervene! But Mom just rested her head on the hood of the car and gently moaned as Dad cut an opening. The cold steel brushing up against her pussy lips seemed to be turning her on. Mild danger mixed with the depravity of cutting a fuck hole… Yeah. I could see that.

But Dad was impatient (normal for him), and the moment the opening was big enough, he tossed the knife and fumblingly dug his dick out of his pants. He was quick to jam it into her in front of the crowd. 

Fortunately, Mom was plenty wet, and took the giant dick with a moan instead of a cry. Dad fumbled and fucked, and generally bucked into her hard and seemingly at random. Eventually Mom reached back, saying “easy puddin’”, and, as she held him there, she began to slide her ass back and forth, developing a rhythm, and somehow managing to be one doing the fucking even as she was bent over and prone. Her rhythmic sliding and the moans that went with it were fucking mesmerizing.

After a few minutes of everyone watching them fuck, Dad started saying that was going to cum soon, but Mom just casually replied, “And?”, in the most nonchalant of tones. Dad seemed to lose it at that, and he started cumming while he was still inside of her!

Weirdly, I felt like I must have been watching some unknown fetish of my Father’s play out; because Dad didn’t seem to be “allowed” to fuck her while he came. He just gripped her ass and yelled as she continued to control the steady pace. When they were done, Mom smiled wickedly, and slowed to a stop.

Honestly, I hadn’t even considered what might be next until Dad, back in character as the Joker, said, “Let’s head inside boys!”, and gestured towards our little “Gotham Police Station”. Once everyone was inside, Dad quickly pushed Mom to her knees, and, waving for his goons to come closer, he, said, “I think it’s time you showed the boys how much I appreciate them”. Just then, the four guys dressed like Joker Goons started walking towards my Mom and taking their dicks out of their pants. As they got closer, Mom just smiled and said, “I think yer right Hubby. Come ‘ere boys!”

Suddenly, I found myself backing into the nearest wall so fast I smacked my head when I got there. As much as I told myself I wanted to watch my Mom do all kinds of nasty things, there was a big damn difference between thinking that, and seeing four dicks go bobbing towards your own Mother’s smiling face!

Worse, I finally recognized one of their faces. The guy walking at her from the rear was a copy boy at Dad’s office. Which meant that Joker’s goons were my Father’s ACTUAL employees from work. He was going to have his friggin’ lackey’s face-fuck my Mom!

I tried to look away, but then one of them moaned and I looked back in time to see one of my Mother’s gloved and delicate hands stroking his cock. Then her other hand was filled, and again, I tried to make myself look away. It lasted a few seconds, until I heard her say, “Just push it in sweetie.” And then I was watching again, and this time I noticed, for the first time that day, that my Mother’s lips were painted bright red. I noticed this just as she opened her mouth wide, and wrapped those lips around the cock of some loser from my Dad’s office. He was my age, at the oldest! But that didn’t stop Mom even for a split second, and soon she was moaning, and bobbing her head, and stroking with both hands, as the guys took turns on whose dick went where.

When one of them quickly blurted that he was close already, Mom dropped the rest and pulled her mouth away, growling, “Not on my outfit boys!” Her Harley impression was still flawless. Then she stood up, and, as she did, she tugged on the shirts of the two nearest guys, simply stating “Off.” And as she went to get a stool from the corner, all 4 guys were quick to obey. Stripping down as fast as they could. In no time at all they were all naked, or close enough, and Mom had put the stool on the floor near me. Then she simply bent over, facing me, and placed her hands on it.

It didn’t take Dad’s lackey’s long to figure it out and soon one of them was sliding into my Mother from behind. After a minute of him grunting and her moaning, another one came forward and stood beside her. When he did, Mom positioned herself so that just one hand was pressed on the stool and with her other hand, she reached up and began to stroke the cock that was just inches from her face. As she did it, she looked up and saw me standing there.

Casually, she smiled at me, and in a polite tone, she said, “Hey…” It was surreal to say the least, but then she smiled wider and gave the dick she’d been stroking a little shake before saying, “Guess where this is going.”

But before it got to, “Where it was going,” I left the room. Despite my boasts to myself from that morning about what I wanted to see, this was all too hot, and too insane. I felt like I was going to burst into flames I was so fucking turned on! My dick was rock hard and had been leaking cum for god knows how long. 

I quickly made my way back to my room and washed up. Taking several minutes to just breathe and let the air conditioning do its work. Eventually I figured that a little “play time” with my Aunt might be just what the doctor ordered and I set out to find her. Either I was going to find my Aunt and some badly needed relief, or I was going to end up going back to the police station to check on Mom. 

Either way, things were nowhere near calming down yet.

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MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: Part 3B (The 1st Real Taste)

My Mom has a twin. But they were not an identical twin. That said, they were Sisters of identical age, and so they were close enough in looks that people stood in their presence and asked if they were identical. The two sisters were a lot alike, and to help clear up confusion for me as a kid, whenever I saw them together, my Mom always called me “Slugger”, and my Aunt always called me “Tiger”. I never would have believed that this information would be sexual one day, but then yesterday, my Aunt found out who I was, and decided it would be fun to carry out one of her incest fantasies with her actual Nephew! And now, having just seen my Mom engage in an ever degenerating spiral of lewd acts, I was desperately looking for my Aunt in the hopes that she would, well… “Relieve some of my tension.” 

But after an entire hour of searching, I gave up. After all, maybe she went out for food; she might not even be in the hotel anymore.

So, with that in mind, I resigned myself to being brave, steeling myself, and going back to the alley, and the police station; where I knew I would find my own Mother dressed up like Harley Quinn and getting kinky.

I went out to the alley, and, while it was still raining, I didn’t immediately see anyone. Which was good, because as brave as I was acting, I can’t begin to explain how fucking intense this whole experience had been for me. That meant that they were either in the Gotham PD parking lot, or in the station/jail itself. I headed that way, but didn’t have to head far. 

As soon as I rounded the corner, I came upon a crowd. The shapely redhead dressed as Poison Ivy was still there, and still just watching. Dad was still there, but he hadn’t managed to get hard again yet, so he was just watching too. That left 6 others. Two big guards, watching. Two other big guards, participating. And of course, the TWO women they were playing with. 

At least now I knew why I hadn’t been able to find my Aunt inside the hotel.

My Aunt Sara, dressed as Catwoman again, was kneeling with her back to my Mother. Standing over them were two rather large men, dressed as police (Gotham PD). The cops had the women between them, on their knees, and handcuffed. I could tell that this had been going on for a bit, and both cops seemed close. The black cop had his hand wrapped around the back of my Auntie’s head, and he was sliding his dick into her slower and slower as time went on; obviously trying to hold back. His partner, a Native American looking man, had a firm grip on the back of my Mom’s head, and he was shoving his cock down her throat pretty steadily. However, his eyes were usually closed. All his grunts, half pained expressions, and moans through gritted teeth said he was close too. At some point he had torn away some kind of panel on Mom/Harley’s outfit, and now I was one of about a dozen people ogling her naked tits while streaks of saliva, cum, and rain trailed down those large, gorgeous tits of hers.

Then, either the black cop or Catwoman had done the same to her outfit. It was hard to tell with my Aunt Sara. But whoever had done it, the effect was stunning as the bad girls of the DCU knelt in a rainy parking lot and got facefucked by a couple of on duty cops. Just then my Dad chimed in, yelling out to them “You two are about to pop!”. But, when one of them replied “Don’t be so sure”, my Dad grinned like the Joker character that he was dressed as, and decided to help finish them off.

“Don’t think so?” he began. “Ok then boys, just a few quick facts for you. Harley there, isn’t just playing my play thing. She is my ACTUAL wife.” That got a grunt from the cop who had my Mom on her knees.

“Not only that,” Dad continued. But she’s a Mother of three. Including one boy who is about this guy's age", Dad said gesturing. “And that’s his cum on her right tit”. At this point, both men slowed even more, and the black cop said through gritted teeth, “Fuck that’s hot!”.

But Dad wasn’t finished yet, and he put the nail in the coffin with, “Oh it gets better kiddies. Either of you notice that Catwoman and Harley there have the same size tits, are the same height, and even suck cock the same? Well, that’s because their Sisters. Twins, in fact. You two are double teaming a pair of Married… Mommy… Twin Sisters!”

And then both men were saying fuck, over and over again, as their pace went from trying not to cum to desperate rapid fucking. And soon both cops were screaming and fucking and shooting their loads into mouths of my Aunt and Mother.

It was such a hot sight I feared the rain on my forehead might actually be turning to steam. Some secret part of me was all bravado, imagining that I’d speak up and say I was next. But the rest of me just stood there and watched with a hard-on that felt like I’d been walking around with it for a week.

As the two women stood, the cops unhand-cuffed them, and I Heard Mom complain that her outfit was now thoroughly ruined and she would need to go change. I, personally, knew that she had a change in her bag, and she just meant pop into the nearest bathroom and reapply her make-up. But the people present panicked that it meant she was leaving, and one of the two cops who hadn’t taken a turn yet said, “Your facemask and hat don’t have any cum on them! Shouldn’t you get cum on those too before you get rid of the whole outfit?”. I hated that fucker in that moment. Because shit that was a smooth thing to say in that place at that time, and everyone there knew it, including my Mom. She shot him a well deserved smile, and, slipping back into her Harley Quinn impression, she asked, “Is that an order… offica?”

Next thing I knew we were all heading inside and, god help me, I followed. My Aunt hadn’t noticed me yet, somehow. And so I did my best to blend in with the crowd as we headed into our little repurposed police station, now clearly marked “Gotham PD”. Inside, the two cops approached Harley, my Mom.  And as they started to tear the clothes off of her, I decided I needed to take 5 again. As much as I wanted to see this, I was still struggling with actually watching it. As stupid as it may sound at this far-gone-point, I felt like I was doing something wrong and so I stepped away and walked through the jail while they… did their thing.

In these last 3 days I noticed that no guy managed to last very long when my Mom was involved, so I knew I wouldn’t have to wander long. I actually ran into a couple of people engaged in their own scenes, playing in the jail part of the police station. I even found a super cool interrogation room, with 1 way police mirror and everything. The whole 9-yards.

Eventually, I mustered my courage and headed back to the room I’d left my Parents in, but by the time I got there everyone had finished up and Mom was nowhere to be seen. In fact, neither was my Aunt. I hated to do it, I managed to summon my stupidest, grittiest, most Nolan “Batman voice”, and I asked one of the cops where they went. But it was my Dad who answered. Without knowing who I was, he threw an arm around me and pulled in with a laugh, saying; “Those two are real life, honest to god, Twin Sisters my friend. And the one, likes to lick the cum out of the other whenever they play together!” And, bizarrely, I’d seen what he was talking about once before, and knew that my Aunt was the one who liked to do the eating. I also realized that my Dad had failed to mention the less exciting part, which was that Mom needed to change her outfit.

I decided I was going to try to stick it out. For real this time. I was going to wait right there, and whatever Mom did, or wherever she went for the rest of the night, I was totally not going to blush and walk away! Again.

Although… The idea of finding my Mom and Aunt together was also appealing. I’d seen them at play before and they were crazy hot together. Two knock-out, gorgeous milfs just, doing wickedly wonderful things to each other.

My balls quickly told me that if I didn’t stop teasing them even when I wasn’t watching something hot, that they would probably kill me. I’d cum twice the night before, but I still felt like it had been forever. After all, I had been watching newfound fantasies play out in front of me all morning. I decided I needed a walk after all. I headed back towards the interrogation room again and ended up discovering that the building had a parking garage entrance pretty near to it.

So there I was, psyching myself up. Telling myself over and over again that no matter what happened next I was going to roll with it, when Mom strolled back into the room, snatched a police officer hat off one of the cops, and placed her hand on my shoulder declaring; “You’re my prisoner now Bats. So enough pussy footin’ around. Lay down!” She ordered with that gruff, Harley Quinn growl. She was pointing to the ground in general. And, bracing myself, I did as she asked.

Mom was wearing a more modern, sexier Harley Quinn outfit. And as I laid down I could clearly see that up her skirt, there were no panties waiting to be removed. My heart was in my throat, and I couldn’t tell if I was aroused, panicked, or both as I waited to see what she would do. Then she laid down so that she was facing the door, sort of propped up on my stomach with me looking at the back of her head. 

I felt her undoing the front of my costume and, as she reached into my pants and I felt the cool delicate touch of my own Mother’s hand slipping down and around my cock. Then I saw her look up at the doorway. Dad was standing there, dressed as the Joker, and I heard the smile in her voice as she said to him, “You’ve been dying to see this since day one, haven’t you, you little pervert?”. I heard Dad reply, “Longer.” 

Then Mom made her move, and I felt a set of soft, full lips gently embrace the head of my cock. Then, I heard my Mom, still playing at being Harley Quinn, but nonetheless, my Mom! I heard her moan gently, and begin to lightly suck at the tip of my cock. I could tell by the way she was moving that this was all just a show for Dad. But right in that moment, I didn’t care if I was the center of her world or not!

She was giving me what I had desperately needed, and accidentally fulfilling my newfound greatest fantasy in the process. She slurped, and sucked, and made the blowjob sloppy, noisy, and showy, as she coated me in her saliva. I imagined it must have been dripping everywhere and giving Dad one hell of a show.

Then, to my horror, she stopped. I groaned, and felt like my balls were going to explode and kill everyone. But I heard her order Dad to “Go in there, sit down, and wait patiently”. And before I understood what was happening, she got up, and helped me to my feet. I felt pretty dumb with my cock bobbing out in front of me, but Mom took my hand, not seeming to notice, and let me into the interrogation room. Once there, she discarded her police cap, and ordered me into the metal chair waiting inside as she produced a pair of handcuffs. And, as I had many times before, I hesitated. But this time, she wasn’t having it.

“In the chair bats! You’re my prisna and you need to play by the rules!” And, she was weirdly right. Oh, I could use a safe word and end the game. But short of that, I had agreed to play; and it would be a little taboo to back out now. Oddly, that helped fortify me, and I nodded and headed to the chair. There, Harley quickly handcuffed me.

“This time, we’re not ruinin’ my outfit”, she said. And slowly, Mom began to strip down. And once again, I didn’t know where she was going with this and that scared me. How far was she about to take this? But as I watched, I was transfixed. She was lovely. And by the time she was done, she was wearing a leather collar, a set of high heels, a pair of stockings, a bunch of weird straps and leather belts. But nothing else.

Mom’s tits, pussy, and ass were all on full display. She stopped her little strip tease there, happy with her current “outfit.” Then, she moved towards me with a sexy little sway to her hips, and slowly sank to her knees in front of me. Smiling up at me, she told me, “My lipstick is top shelf, it doesn’t smudge or wipe off easy. But my mascara? If I tear up even a little, it starts running all over the place!” Then she smiled at me suggestively and asked, “Care to guess why?”

When I didn’t answer she winked at me and said, “That’s okay Batsy, I’d rather show you anyways.” And then she looked into my eyes, and with a hungry, horny moan, she wrapped her lips around my shaft, and began to slowly slide them down the length of it. I was looking my own Mother in the eyes as she sucked my cock! Pretty soon though, she had my eyes rolling back into my head. By some impossible miracle, Mom was even better at this than her Sister was!

She deepthroated me until she couldn’t breathe anymore and mascara ran in little tear streams down her beautiful face. But her lips stayed ruby red as she slid them, with long moans, slowly and wetly up and down the full length of my shaft. She switched between agonizingly slow and hard and lusty. Often!

She stroked with her hand to bring me right to the edge, and then she backed away and held me captive and bucking while I eased back down again. She dragged it out for a good 30 minutes of non-stop, downright torturous pleasure. And this time, she didn’t even glance at where we both knew Dad was hiding. He was watching his wife suck off her youngest son, and I wondered briefly if that would have made it hotter. But then I was out of time, and Mom stopped going down on me just long enough to lean up and whisper in my ear, in her real, actual, Mom voice! “I want you to shoot this load all over me when you cum. I want it dripping off my chin, and running down my tits. Now cum!”

And then her hand was a blur as she took me to the edge in an instant, and then she took me 100 miles past it. She moaned and coed, and begged for more as I shot rope after rope of cum on her. It felt like it went on for 10 minutes or more; though god only knows how long it really was.

But when I was done, I was slouched in the chair. I felt like I’d just run 100 miles and every muscle in my body was strained from the force of my orgasm. As I lay there, breathless, Mom stood, smiled, and walked back to the mirror. There, she slipped her Harley Quinn persona on again and addressed my Father. We couldn’t see him, but we knew he was watching from the other side of the mirror.

“Well I’ll be,” she started. “Look’s to me,  puddin’, like I just sucked off your worst enemy. And not only did ol’ Batsy’s cock put yours to shame, but the load he just blew all over yoor’ Wife was bigga than you and your 4 little friends’ combined!”

“Tastes good too!” She laughed. “Like Mamma’s home cookin! But you’ll find that out later, because,” and then her voice dropped to a conspirator’s whisper as she pointed a long red fingernail into her mouth and said, “I swallowed a whole bunch”.

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