Did I Just Cuck Myself?
Did I Just Cuck Myself? I’d had a ravenous crush on my Mom for years. She was a busty, tattooed, badass, and an absolute MILF on top of it. Biker jackets, knee high leather boots, and making repairs on her own bike were all a part of who my Mom was as a person. But so was her intense sexuality. Mom was a vicious flirt. And the first time I saw some random guy in a bar call her on it, she backed him into the wall, shoved her tongue down his throat, and worked him over his clothes until he came in his pants in front of the whole bar. I don’t think any of us knew if he’d just been publicly humiliated, or won the damn lottery, but it felt like a mix of the two. Especially when Mom helped herself to $20 bucks from his wallet and bought her and her girlfriends another round with it. So, when my Dad confessed to me that he and Mom were in an open relationship, it wasn’t exactly a shocker. I’d heard various, friends of the family , quietly mention that they’d give anything to be wi...