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 with her again as she walked past. And that was from both men and women.

Mom was, to put it delicately, a slut. But she was a slut who owned it, and was in complete control of it. So, after years of fantasizing about her, it wasn’t too much of a shock to me when I realized that I was dating a slut. 

Sally was wild, cock-crazy, and could make herself cum twice while she went down on me for 15 minutes. She was THIRSTY. And when she first met my Mom, I realized from her quietly muttered curse and sudden squirming that she, like my Mom, was also into women. 

After that, my new go-to masturbation fantasy became watching Sally and my Mom go at it. So, when Mom started talking about taking her bike up to the lake for a weekend and spending a couple of days camping, I was quick to volunteer Sally and I to go with her. 

Naturally, Mom was suspicious of my sudden love of camping. Especially since I hadn’t been too keen on going with her and Dad before. But just Mom, Sally, and I, alone in the woods for a couple of days? That was some serious fantasy material! I couldn’t imagine two women as constantly horney as my girlfriend and my Mom keeping their hands off each other for that long. And I was dying to do more than just imagine. 

So, after taking the time to convince Sally to actually go along with it, we all ended up at a campground. Now, I’d forgotten how social those places were. Like, yeah, we were camping. But we were camping on a property with other groups who were also camping. We got up with the sunrise, walked up to the main cabin, and grabbed a shower. It wasn’t exactly privacy in the middle of the woods. 

The result was not a lot of opportunities to propose something sexy. Not that I had a very good plan. It had SEEMED like a good plan. But I realized as I lay in my sleeping bag at the end of day one, with two gorgeous women sleeping in the same tent as me and doing absolutely nothing to me or to each other, that my plan was half-baked at best. 

Sadly, day two was more of the same. So after breakfast on day 3, I sort of panicked. I just kind of blurted out that it would be hot to watch my Mom and my Girlfriend having sex. Mom laughed, spitting some coffee back into her cup and almost choking in the process. Sally just blushed and looked back and forth between us with her jaw hanging open. She was clearly turned on by the idea, but since I’d never shared any of my Mother/Son fantasies with her, I kind of dropped a bomb on her with my suggestion. 

After a minute of composing herself, Mom swept silky black hair out of her face and, taking another sip of her coffee asked, “Are you sure about that kiddo?” I gulped, but Mom was giving me some pretty intense eye contact. And not like, you little punk, you are in so much trouble, eye contact. But more like, are you sure you want to watch your Mom eat your Girlfriends pussy better than you can, eye contact. 

And yeah. Yeah. I definitely wanted that! 

So, I told her yes. And she confirmed with me, that I wanted to watch her and Sally having sex. And I repeated that I definitely, 100% wanted that. When I did, Mom said, “Okay.” With a shrug of one shoulder. It was so calm, so lazily accepting. It felt like it HAD to be a trap. And I knew from that guy in the bar, and 1,000 other examples, that if Mom felt like you had done her dirty, her sense of revenge was both potent and creative. Still, I deemed it worth the risk. 

Mom stood up, offered Sally her hand, and, blushing from head to toe, Sally took it. When they were both on their feet, Mom told me to give them some time. She said that I needed to clean up breakfast, make the campsite nice and tidy, and then give them another 10 minutes or so. Then I could make my way to our little spot by the lake (I knew the one she meant), and they would be there, having sex. 

She ran her eyes up and down my body in a very suggestive way, and then shot me a wink before leading Sally by the hand away from our camp and towards the lake. At first, I rushed. I cleaned the site in record time, and then I remembered that Mom had asked me to do it because she needed time. And that got me wondering WHY she needed time. And it all amounted to me pacing back and forth in our little campsite while my heart hammered in my chest at a million miles an hour. I did that for almost 20 minutes. And then, with my pulse in my throat, and my ears burning from how potentially hot my day was about to be, I headed towards our spot. 

Every step was awkward as I tried very hard not to walk awkwardly. I was so nervous, and I found myself wondering about insane shit like, how do I look cool watching watching my Mom and Girlfriend have sex with one another? But, as I got closer to our little familiar family spot by the lake, and the sounds of sex hit me, I realized too late that I was not going to get what I’d thought I bargained for. 

And worse, the sounds of sex that were coming my way were so goddamned hot that I found myself flushed with heat and facing one of the hottest and most intense moments of my life. Unfortunately, the girls were not alone. And while the sounds of their moans were an incredible turn on, I was also hard as a rock from the sounds of them being fucked. 

And not by each other…

My Mom was on her hands and knees, completely naked, and getting fucked from behind by one of the guys I’d seen around the campground. He was an older guy. Maybe a little older than my Dad. But he was a former football player who’d kept in shape, so he was absolutely jacked. He gripped my Mother’s much smaller form with hands that were bigger than her head. His muscles were big enough that he could have pinned both women to the ground. One hand each. And neither would have been able to break the pin. 

Of course, judging from Mom’s moans. Her salivating mouth. And the sounds of him stuffing his cock into her sopping wet pussy, he didn’t have any need to pin either of them. 

His Son, a current football player, and every bit as big a dude, had my girlfriend up against the oak tree that my Sister and I used to climb as kids. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, she was every bit as naked as my Mother, and she was whimpering “Yes!”, and “Pound me, pound me, pound me, pound me!”, at varying intervals. He wasn’t saying much, but I could see his dick spreading my girlfriend's pussy open as he pounded her, just like she asked. 

There was a moment of panic from both guys when Mom, in between moans, said, “Hi Sweetie,” with a teasing, Motherly tone. Both men followed her gaze, and briefly lost their rhythm as they spotted me and weren’t sure how to react for a second. 

The panic and surprise only lasted a moment or two though. Mom said, “Don’t worry. This is the one I was telling you about… My Son. The pervert.” Then she shot me a wink. The guy behind her nodded, opened his mouth, and then decided he couldn’t think of anything to say to me. But Mom got him focused again when she glanced down at her big, beautiful tits and said, “Is that the best you can do Clark? Come on now. This kid wants to watch his Mother get FUCKED! Not made love to!” 

That got a grin and a growl from the Dad, whose name was Clark apparently. Though I had no idea when Mom had learned that. From her Spot against the tree, Sally cried out, “Oh god babe! Your Mom convinced these guys to fuck us so fast! It was crazy!” 

Not long after the guy fucking Sally told his Dad (of all people) that he was close. When he did, Mom looked my way and said, “Did you bring any condoms with you kiddo?” After a second, I shook my head no. My face was beat red, and I was so massively turned on that my brain felt like it was on fire! “Oh?” Mom said, her voice dripped with playful sarcasm. “Well that’s funny. Because, I wasn’t planning on my Son telling me that he wanted to watch me fuck anyone this weekend. So, gosh darnit! I didn’t bring any either?” 

“Dad, I'm really close!” the guy warned again. But it was Mom who answered when she called out, “You want that cum in you, don’t you Sally?” And when my girlfriend moaned out that she did, Mom said, “You heard her Lance. Cum inside that little slut!” 

At her comment, Clark slapped her ass, and warned her a low, gruff voice that if she didn’t, “Can the sweet talk,” she’d be getting a load of her own. To which Mom replied, “How’s that pussy feel Clark?” And when he grinned, and began to answer her, she immediately cut him off with, “No… Not to me.” Then she gestured towards me with her chin, and, still smiling a wicked smile she said, “Tell my Son. Tell him what it feels like to be balls deep in his Mother.” 

At that, Clark cried out, grabbed Mom by her hips, and began fucking her hard. After several seconds of that, he said, “I’m close.” And Mom shot back right away, “Do it. Pump me full with that big fuckin’ load!” 

Mom, Sally, Clark, and Lance were all screaming, and moaning, and cumming for several minutes. And I couldn’t help myself. I took out my own dick and jerked off into a nearbye bush as I watched the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen play out right in front of me. 

It was awkward between the Father Son duo and I after they’d pumped my Mom and my Girlfriend full of cum right in front of me. They just kind of nodded awkwardly, collected their clothes, and thanked the girls like they’d given them some pie, instead of what they’d actually given them. 

Mom, as she was getting dressed, looked my way and asked, “Satisfied?” Her tone was stern, like she’d let me eat plastic fruit and was now trying to get me to admit that I should have listened to her before leaping face first into consequences. But I wasn’t 5, and this had been a little more intense than that. 

I tried explaining. But Mom’s lips were set sternly as she heard me out. When I’d finally gotten around to explaining that I had meant Mom and Sally having sex, with one another. And no one else, Mom just nodded and said, “Oh. That is happening later on. I’ve already booked us for one more night.” 

When I gestured to the spots on the ground where there was still cum because it had leaked out of the two women I loved most, Mom just shrugged and said, “I was in the mood for dick. And you not only sprung some stuff on me that you shouldn’t have. But you sprung it on Sally too.” 

Shit.

She had me there. I had hit them both, and even if I couldn’t warn Mom in advance, I could have at least warned Sally, and maybe tried to warm up to the topic with Mom. Mom walked back to our camp like she was still a little miffed at me. And when Sally stopped to apologize to me for what had happened, Mom called her name and she snapped to and ran after her without another word. 

That night, Mom rode Sally hard. The tiny tent was filled by two gorgeous women kissing, licking, biting, and rubbing at one another throughout hours of ecstasy. I came 4 times just watching them, but I was warned not to touch. 

It occurred to me that I may have accidentally turned myself into a cuckold. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Mom saw me contemplating that exact thing the next day as we packed up camp and asked me where my thoughts were. When I told her, she gave me a solid punch to my shoulder, a gesture of affection from her, and said, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much kiddo. I mean, did you like it?” 

I thought about it for a second. Which was a second too long. It had been the most sexually intense experience of my life. Hell, it had been BOTH of them! When I nodded, Mom told me that it didn’t matter what I called it, as long as everyone involved had enjoyed themselves. Then she leaned in close and whispered, “Listen, I have this huge strap-on back home…” 

And before I could properly panic about what I’d communicated this time, Mom continued with, “Whadya say you bring Sally over for dinner tonight. And we’ll take her back into Mommy’s room when we're done. And make sure she spends the rest of the night getting fucked by both of us. And see to it that when she’s not gagging on your cock, she's gagging on your Mom’s. Sound good?” And her tone was so normal. So Mom. That she may as well have been suggesting that we might catch a movie later. But, I nodded. And that night Mom convinced me that whatever I had started, I was glad it wasn’t going to stop. 

 

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