46 comments/ 186409 views/ 80 favorites Mother Used and Abused Me for Sex By: andtheend Scorned mother uses her son to make her boyfriend jealous at a Halloween party. My mother is a swinger but I don't judge her for that. She's my Mom and I love her, as any son would love his mother. I don't approve of her free and easy sexual lifestyle, but it's none of my business what she does behind closed doors. So long as she keeps me out of her lewd and lascivious lifestyle and doesn't involve me in her lurid affairs, it's her life to live. A deal that we agreed to, when I moved back home, she doesn't interfere in my life and I don't interfere in her life. After my Dad died a few years ago, I can't even think about my Mom having sex with men. I can't even go there. To wonder what men in the swinging lifestyle do to her and what she does to them is a thought that makes me cringe and makes me want to vomit. I don't think about what they do. Now knowing that she's a swinger, now that I think about it, she wouldn't surprise me if she's had sex with women, too. To be honest, I couldn't even think about my Mom having sex with my Dad before and now, to discover that she's a swinger and having sex with God only knows how many people, is just too much for me to understand. Why? I don't get it. I don't understand. To imagine her with a cock in her mouth, in her pussy, and/or even up her ass and having sex with multiple partners at the same time are all images I'd rather not think of about my Mom. For sure, it would ruin how I perceive her. At least she doesn't take the men she meets at these swingers' dances home. I wouldn't want to hear her having hot sex next to my bedroom. That would be just too nasty. I found out by accident that she was in the swinging lifestyle, when she forgot to log out of her e-mail, after she went out for the night. She went to pickup her Halloween costume that she had altered for the swingers' Halloween party that she was attending with her boyfriend Ralph. Figuring she was going to hook up with her boyfriend to show him her Halloween costume, I figured she'd be gone for hours. If it wasn't for her forgetting to close her e-mail account, I never would have known or even suspected my Mom was a swinger. To say that I was shocked to learn that my Mom was a swinger was an understatement. Yeah, sure, she's always dressed a little provocative, sexy, actually, but she's still young enough and has the body to do that. Still, plenty of women dress sexy and that doesn't mean they are swingers, too. Just as there are many swinging women who dress sexy, I'm sure there are just as many swinging women who dress modestly. Of course, I realize reading her e-mails was an invasion of her privacy, but I was bored. Then, when I started reading one, shocked and dismayed, I couldn't stop reading the others. I'm embarrassed, albeit excited, to write that I even saw some of her nude photos that she sent to a few men online. Wow! My Mom is a Milf. She looks a little like a younger version of Katherine Zeta Jones but with bigger tits. She still looks good for a 45-year-old mature woman and judging by her nude photos, if I didn't know her age, I'd think she was in her late thirties. For sure, if she wasn't my Mom, I'd be hitting on her. In hindsight, I realize now that it may have been a mistake to open Pandora's Box by reading her e-mails and I wish I hadn't, but I did. As if I was the parent and she was the child, even though I thought better of it, that next day. over morning coffee, I couldn't help myself from asking her about her swinging lifestyle. I realized, of course, once I confronted her, she'd know that I invaded her privacy by reading her e-mails and, no doubt, even ogled her photos. Never like this before, I needed to know why she was exhibiting this perverse sexual behavior now. "Mom." "Yes, Ryan." Not very modest and never wearing a bathrobe, my Mom, sitting across from me at the breakfast table, was wearing one of her sexy and revealing nightgowns. Even though I'm used to seeing more of my mother in one morning than most sons ever see of their mothers in a lifetime, I was trying my best not to ogle her sexy body, especially after discovering that she's a swinger and especially after seeing her nude photos. Short and low cut, with nothing underneath, it took some control on my part not to focus on her cleavage and/or the impressions that her big nipples made in the thin, pink satin material of her nightgown. Nonetheless, between looking at her in her nightgown now and recalling the nude photos of her that I ogled and masturbated over last night, I was beginning to get an erection. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable for becoming aroused over my Mom, she made me feel like the pervert that I never thought I was but must be. Just out of college and not yet employed, with plenty of free time on my hands but very little money, it had been a while since I had a date last and longer since I've had sex. Of the age that my body was raging with excess testosterone, I was always horny. In the way that my Mom paraded around the house with little covering her nakedness and sometimes not leaving much to my imagination, she wasn't helping my sexual frustration any. Especially after just having seen her naked photos, I was horny. Admittedly preoccupied with my Mom's naked photos, but I never expected to see my Mom naked. Now, all I've been doing lately is masturbating over my Mom, something I haven't done in years. I need a girlfriend. "You left here is such a rush last night, Mom," I said taking a sip of my coffee before continuing. I had second thoughts about telling her, but I needed to know why she had suddenly become a swinger. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was always a swinger. Was my Dad in the lifestyle, too? "That you didn't log off your e-mail account." She gave me a look of shocked horror and her face turned a bright red. Then, turning into the swinger she had become, she relaxed and took a sip of her coffee, before answering me. "Well, the fact that you're telling me that I forgot to close my e-mail account tells me that you invaded my privacy by reading my e-mails and, now, there's something you want to discuss with me," she said looking at me, as if she had just taken a puff of her cigarette and exhaled smoke in my face, even though she doesn't smoke. "Is that it?" In the way she stared at me, she made me feel small and pathetic, as if I was living my sexual life vicariously through my mother, especially now feeling guilty after having masturbated over her naked photos. Every time I looked at her now, I imagined her having sex with a multitude of horny men in the swinging lifestyle. It was then that I realized how immature and naive I was and how sophisticated and cosmopolitan my Mom was, especially regarding sex. Usually, the other way around, with someone my age being more promiscuous, at her age, she was more worldly, almost European, in her attitude and her obvious viewpoint concerning sex. Obviously, in the way she paraded around me nearly naked all the time, nudity was no be deal to her. Yet, I was unable to reciprocate and I couldn't help but wonder what she'd do if I exposed as much as my body to her, as she exposed her body to me. I'd be so embarrassed if my mother ever saw my cock. "There is something I'd like to discuss with you, Mom," I said involuntarily looking down at her cleavage, before looking up at her. "Well, what is it? C'mon, get it off your chest. Tell Mommy what's bothering my baby boy." Pressing me to answer her with a prolonged stare, I imagined Betty Davis asking me the same question. My Mom's not stupid. Just as I feared she would, she figured, no doubt, that I read her e-mails and now she knows that I know she's a swinger. Not much of a stretch, she didn't have to be a genius to figure out that. "Mom, you're a swinger?" "A swinger? I wouldn't call myself as much a swinger, as I'd more call myself a dancer. I love dancing with men." My Mom is a dancer alright, by dodging my swinging question and dancing around the issue of sex with semantics. I couldn't help imagining her dancing naked in bed with men. Figuring that dancing was her metaphor for having sex with men, I persevered. "Dancing Mom? Really. You have sex with men, after you dance with them? Is that it?" Like mother like son, I returned her prolonged stare and, this time, pressured her for an answer, just as she had pressed me for an answer. "So what if I do have sex with men, Ryan? That's none of your damn business. What happened to the deal we made when you moved back home? You stay out of my affairs and I don't question what you do. We're both adults, after all." Oh, boy. I stepped in shit now. My Mom was mad. "You're right, Mom, and I'm sorry. It's just that I'm concerned and worried--" "Oh, don't give me that crap about your worried concern. First you invade my privacy by reading my e-mails and now you interrogate me about my personal and private sexual life. I'm very upset with you, Ryan, very upset," she said pointing a finger of hurt and distrust at me. How could I violate her privacy like that by reading her e-mails? I don't blame her for being upset and she was very upset. When she was giving me her heated reply, I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were erect. Embarrassed by my sudden stare and by my growing erection over the sight of my Mom's nipples sexually arousing me, I had to look down and away not to stare at the huge impression her nipples made in her sheer nightgown. I didn't want to be any more aroused than I was already. How would that look with my cock tenting my pajama bottoms, while having a conversation about my Mom being a swinger? She'd think that I was a pervert, no doubt, and wanted to have sex with her, too. Now, especially after having seen and masturbated over her big, beautiful breasts in her naked photos, the images of her tits filled my mind, as if they were two giant orbs of lustful, incestuous desire. Yet, undaunted, I persevered. "You're changing the subject, Mom. The issue is that you have sex with strange men, not so much that I read your e-mails." "Did you see my nude photos?" A question I knew she was going to ask me, I was still uncomfortable with her asking me that. In the way she asked me the question, staccato and without inflection on any syllable, was as if she was extinguishing her cigarette in the ashtray by rapidly smashing it, much in the way of Morse code. For me to constantly think of cigarettes, when my Mom doesn't smoke, never smoked, either I've watched one too many Bogart and Bacall movies or I was preoccupied with my mother's mouth for some sexual reason. I hate to admit it, but maybe I wondered what it would be like for her to blow me, in the way that she must have blown so many of her swinging men. "Nude photos? No," I said lying. Did I see her nude photos? Are you kidding me? There were dozens of them with her in all manner of dress and undress and in all types of lurid, sexual poses. Topless, bottomless, naked, side views, standing, sitting, squatting, bending over, lying down with her legs together and her legs spread, my mind was a collage of naked images of my mother. Now, every time I looked at my Mom, her face was plastered over a background of her naked body parts, tits, ass, and pussy. How could I not see, stare, leer, ogle and masturbate over my Mom's naked photos? Over and again, for hours last night, I clicked on her photos, until I started to get carpel tunnel syndrome. When she asked me if I saw her naked photos, I could feel myself turn red. With a growing erection before, my cock stiffened by the recollection of all the nude photos that I saw of my sexy mother's body. There wasn't any part of my Mom's body that I didn't see over and again from every angle. Without doubt, for a mature woman, she has a fabulous body, a better body than some twenty-something-year-olds. I didn't want to, I tried to control myself, but seeing my Mom naked made me so horny that I masturbated over the images that I saw of her again this morning. Never have I been as excited, as when I masturbated over my mother's naked body, while replaying the images of her through my mind in all of her various nude and erotic poses, as if they were an X-rated slide show. "You're lying, Ryan. I can always tell when you're lying. Your face is all red." She gave me that Mom look, you know, the one that she knows you did something wrong and you're in trouble. "You masturbated over my nude photos, didn't you?" In the way she stared at me, she made me squirm. "And you have the gall to make me feel that there's something wrong with me for needing to feel sexual intimacy with a man, when you're the one masturbating over your mother." "Mom! Eww. Gross. No, I didn't masturbate over your photos," I said pressured to defend myself and wondering how in the Hell she knew that I masturbated over her photos? Is nothing sacred? Do I have no privacy whatsoever? Is it a Mom thing that she knows not only whenever I lie but also whenever I masturbate, especially over her, when she's miles away? The time she caught with my hand in her panty drawer, I denied, denied, denied. Now, that she caught me with my hand around my cock with my thoughts of her naked body, I needed to use the same strategy. "That's so disgusting, Mom. How can you say that to me, your son? That's sick. I didn't even open your nude photos." "Liar. Like mother like son," she said with a laugh. "You're, no doubt, just as horny as I am." Suddenly, I envisioned her looking at me in the way that Angelica Houston looked at her son, John Cusack, when she played Lilly Dillon in Grifters and he played Roy Dillon, just before she kissed him and then killed him. Then, she gave me a soft, sexy look, as if I was one of her swinging partners. Her look, more like a leer, as if she had just undressed me with her eyes and stripped me naked, made me feel uncomfortable. "Eww, Mom, really. A son, even a 23-year-old son, doesn't like to think that his Mom has sexual needs to make her horny. I can assure you, mother, that I did not open your photos." She stared at me without talking. Now, I was the one who felt violated. I felt embarrassed. I felt sickened that my mother sexually aroused me enough to masturbate over the sexual thoughts of her but, at the same time, she excited me by her look. If she was anyone else, but my mother, I would have kissed her, before pushing her back on the floor, tearing off her nightgown, and fucking her. "So, what did you think of your old, naked Mom? Not bad for an old broad," she said sitting upright in her sheer nightgown and sticking out her chest. With her sitting like that with her chest pushed out, I couldn't help but look where she wanted me to look. I couldn't help but stare at her big tits. My Mom had a rack equal to Mimi Rogers when she played Claire Gregory opposite Tom Berenger as Det. Mike Keegan in Someone to Watch Over Me. If I looked closely enough and I did, I could make out the outline of her breasts through her sheer nightgown. If I stared long enough and I did, I could see her areolas and her nipples through the thin and nearly translucent material of her pale, pink nightgown. Whenever she walked past the big, bay window, was as if she was naked and, again, I had an erection with the thoughts of remembering my naked mom in all those photos. In hindsight, I should have printed them all out. In hindsight, I was glad that I hadn't because had I printed them, I would have been a masturbation machine continually masturbating over my mother's naked photos. My justification for confronting her about her swinging was that I had to get her lifestyle out in the open for us to continue living together. I needed to know what I was dealing with her sudden bizarre, sexual behavior. This wasn't like my Mom to have sex with strange men. Maybe it's menopause and she's going through the change. Maybe with estrogen surging through her body, she's just as horny as I am with testosterone surging through mine. Honestly, I'm just glad she's out of the house and having some fun, instead of moping around depressed in the way she was, when my Dad first died. Still, not being a psychiatrist or even a psychology major, I couldn't help but wonder if having sex with strange men, a brash and self-destructive behavior to me, is her way to get herself through her grief. Who knows why, but people handle grief differently and maybe having sex with strange men was her way of dealing with her pain, her grief, and her loss. My Dad was a young man by today's standards, barely fifty, when he suffered a sudden heart attack. His death was a shock. Yet, whatever the reason, the swinging lifestyle works for my Mom and she seems happy, certainly much happier than she was, that is, until recently, when her boyfriend, her swinging partner, Ralph, dumped her for a younger woman. Oh, oh, watch out for a woman scorned, especially when there's a younger woman involved. Boy, if she was mad before, you should have seen her then. I couldn't help but overhear her and Ralph arguing on the phone and their fight continued through her e-mails, some of which I read that day she forgot to close her e-mail account. My Mom had been moping around crying again, as she did when my Dad died. It all came to a head when Ralph was a no show for her date to the Halloween party. They had planned this dance for months and she had invested a lot of time, energy, and money with her costume. I've yet to meet the man, but from the way she was acting, I'd say that she was in love with this Ralph guy, whoever he is. I've been away at school the past few years, which is why, perhaps, she got into the swinging lifestyle to begin with, no doubt, from being alone and lonely. Yet, I can't accept any blame for her personal, sexual actions and inappropriate carnal decisions. I don't feel any guilt for her decision to engage in the immoral sexual behavior and the lifestyle that she has chosen. Why should I? It's her life. I didn't twist her arm or encourage her to have sex with strange men. Then, I realized that I continue to call any man that has sex with my Mom strange, when I'm sure there are some very nice men who find my Mom attractive and sensual enough to want to have sex with her. It's just a poor word choice on my part. She's my Mom, after all. Just as she hasn't been there to hold my hand during the life changes I've had to go through alone, I wasn't here to hold her hand, when my Dad died. I was away at school. She's a big girl and she had her friends and her sisters to help her through her loss. I mourned my Dad in my own way, by taking off from school for a year and going to Europe. Yeah, sure, I miss my Dad but I'm here for my Mom now. That is, until I get a job, get my own place, get on with my life, and leave her to get on with her life. It's obvious that we don't share the same morals when it comes to sex. Okay, yeah, sure, I did masturbate over seeing my Mom's nude photos, but that's normal for a guy to do, especially a guy who doesn't have a girlfriend, hasn't had a date in some time, and hasn't had sex with anyone but his own hand in longer than he'd like to admit. What isn't normal is for my Mom to have sex, with who knows how many men, under the false pretense that she likes to dance with men. When, in fact, she's really a swinger and, after dancing, is fucking and sucking men and women, for all I know. Based from the e-mails I read, the argument started when Ralph accused my Mom of using him as an escort to the swingers' Halloween party. He wrote that she was more interested in hooking up with other men at the dance, than she was in having sex with him. In the way that some people don't realize what they have, until they lose it, that's what I suspected happened with my Mom when the thought of losing Ralph was a real possibility. Substantiated in her e-mail that she'd have a better chance of hooking up with somebody, if she went as a couple, instead of as a single, she confided that to me later, and I could understand how Ralph must have felt hurt, offended, and played. Mother Used and Abused Me for Sex "Eww, Mom. Gross. Please don't tell me anymore. I really don't want to know what you do at those swinger functions." "For someone who is college educated and a 23-year-old adult, you're a prude, Ryan. Why did I pay for your European trip last year? Didn't you learn anything abroad?" "As an art major, Mom, I spent most of my time in a museum looking at nudes and not doing nudes. I wasn't walking the streets of Paris trying to pickup French women. I was too busy with my education." "Well, maybe you should have spent some time with a sexy women, instead of looking at paintings. Maybe if you had spent more time with a three dimensional nude form instead of a masturbating over one dimensional photos of your nude mother, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now about how I live my sexual life." "Stop. Just please stop with the masturbating. I really don't want to argue with you over your personal life and your private sexual decisions, Mom. It's none of my business what you do and with whom you do it with behind closed door or in your case, as a swinger, in front of open doors. I wish you'd give me the same courtesy by not commenting on my private life." "Ha! Look who's talking, after you read my e-mails and masturbated over my nude photos." "Eww, Mom, please stop saying that I masturbated over your nude photos. I swear, I didn't even know there were nude photos of you." "You're such a bad liar, Ryan. It's okay, if you did masturbate over the sight of your naked, old mother. I'm flattered. You wouldn't be normal if you didn't. I'd be worried about you, if you didn't wonder what your old Mom looked like naked and got all excited when you finally saw me naked. All sons are sexually attracted to their mothers." "Okay, Mom, enough, please. Stop. You're grossing me out. I'm really uncomfortable with this conversation." "I'm still your mother, Ryan, and I know you better than anyone else. Don't you ever forget that." "Yes, I know, Mom. You tell me that all the time." By the way we are now, it's obvious that my Mom and I argue a lot. Sometimes we're like oil and water. Yet, knowing her as well as she knows me, I knew there was something on her mind. We sat there not talking, sipping our coffee, and just looking at one another, when she blurted out what she wanted and what she needed. "I need a date for tonight's Halloween costume ball." "So? What happened to Ralph?" "I think he's taking Linda." "Linda? Who's Linda?" "You don't know her. She's one of the women we all hang out with at these social gatherings." My Mom calls her swinging parties social gatherings and/or dances, instead of what they really are, depraved sexual orgies, a modern day version of Caligula. "So why are you telling me all this? What do I have to do with you needing a date?" "Because, Ryan," she said my name as if I owed her and I did. "I need you to take Ralph's place and go to the dance with me as my date." "Ralph's place?" Suddenly, I had an image of me on top of my Mom's naked body taking Ralph's place with my cock buried deep in her pussy, while fucking her. "Me? Oh, no," I looked at her to see if she was serious and when she was, I protested even more vehemently. "Please Ryan. Just do me this one favor. I've been so looking forward to attending this Halloween dance. I spent a lot of time and money on my costume. Please? It would mean so much to me." "Mom, no way. Gross, I can't go with you to a swingers' party. I'm your son," I said waving my hands, as if trying to stop a car from running me over in a crosswalk. Suddenly, the imagined image of my Mom on her knees blowing me, as I fondled her big boobs, made me want to reach out and fondle her big breasts through her sexy nightgown. My cock was already pulsating against my pajama bottoms in thinking of having sex with my mother at the swingers' Halloween dance. "If you go with me to the Halloween dance, I'll make you your favorite supper and favorite dessert tomorrow," she said knowing just how to get what she wanted from me. My Mom hasn't been cooking all the much, since my Dad died and for to not only make my favorite meal but also my favorite dessert was too mouth watering not to consider taking her to the dance. The imagined aroma and taste of food buckled my knees and weakened my resolve. Still, I remained steadfast in not wanting to be seen at a swingers dance with my mother. "I'm not going to some orgy with my mother, I mean, social dance with my mother and with swingers twice my age. What if I see someone I know? I'd be so embarrassed." "They're not all twice your age. They're all ages, some are younger and some are older. Trust me, there's no one there that you know. You might even meet a nice woman." "A nice woman? You mean, a nice, married woman who wants to do me, while her husband watches. No thank you." "C'mon, Ryan, it will be fun. You'll get to wear a costume. You get to dance with me and if anyone approaches you to dance or," she said pausing, "for anything else. You just politely tell them no thank you. No means no and they all respect that." She was really putting me on the spot. A swingers' Halloween dance was the last place I wanted to go and to go there with my mother was just wrong on so many levels, enough for me to require therapy later. Yet, even though the thought of going to a swingers' party was vile and nasty to me, especially going there with my Mom, it was exciting, too. Without doubt, even though we argue all the time, she's been good to me. My Dad left my Mom quite a bit of life insurance and a healthy investment portfolio. She's helped me financially through school and she still supports me now that I'm living with her and not yet working. I could feel the disappointment in her voice for Ralph not only dumping her for a younger woman but also for going to the Halloween dance with Linda, instead of my Mom. A real slap in the face, the fact that the woman was their mutual friend rubbed salt in her obvious open wound. For her to ask me, her own son, who was so against everything about the swinging lifestyle, my Mom was desperate. I was her last resort. Seriously, how could I disappoint my Mom? How could I not go? Even though I never attended a swingers' dance, I could understand how embarrassing it would be for my Mom to go unescorted. With her going to the dance alone would make her look desperate, vulnerable, and needy. Someone who looked as good as she looked, should never be without a man on her arm. She's been so looking forward to this dance and she's spent a lot of time and money readying her costume. She said that the Halloween costume party was the best dance of the whole year. How could I say no to her? She made me feel bad. She made me feel guilty. She made me feel that I had to go with her to this damn swingers' Halloween costume party. Yet, especially after seeing her naked photos and now being aroused by her sitting across from me in her very sexy and revealing nightgown, I had to question if I had ulterior motives in wanting to go to a swingers' dance with my Mom with the hopes of having sex with her. Nah, how could I even think that? Incestuous perversion, having sex with my mother would be so nasty. "Okay, okay," I said, "because you paid for my education, my trip to Paris, and support me now that I don't have a job, I'll go with you. I, at the very least, owe you that much." "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Ryan," she said getting up from the table, running up to me to give me a big hug and a kiss, a peck really, on the lips, while squishing her big boobs against my body. When I looked down, I could clearly see down her nightgown and even more of her big boobs, than when she was sitting across from me. Forgetting about my erection, that is, until I poked my mother in the stomach with it, I felt compelled to stand to return her hug. Now, with my Mom's nightgown clad body pressed against me, I so wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her back. Wow. It took every ounce of self-control that I had not to reach down and around her and cup her sweet ass. What was that about suddenly? I never felt that way about my Mom before. Why now? I still had an erection from thinking about her naked photos and, no doubt, she could feel my cock poking her belly through my pajama bottoms, but she gave me courtesy enough not to acknowledge my erection. I couldn't remember the last time my Mom kissed me on the lips. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a prelude of what was to come later tonight. The night of the Halloween party, my Mom, as usual rushed around getting ready. Accustomed to not having me around, leaving virtually nothing to my imagination, she walked around in her stockings and garter belt, her sheer bra that showed everything including her areolas and nipples, and her sheer bikini panty that showed me her ass crack and that her pussy was neatly trimmed. Oh, my God, what a sexy outfit. If I wasn't horny enough before, I was certainly horny now. I had the urge to pull out my cock and masturbate over the sexy sight of her, right there in front of her. I was seeing more of my mother than I wanted to see of her. Tortured by horniness and sexual frustration in not having anyone to give me some relief, except for my own hand, I tried not to look, really I did, but I couldn't help myself from looking, staring actually. She's so hot. It's just too bad that she's my Mom. My Mom is a very attractive woman and has always had a good body and to see her practically naked, well, even though I'm her son, I am a testosterone charged male and I'm only human. I'm embarrassed to say that my Mom gave me an erection and I was feeling much the pervert lusting over my mother in that sexually, incestuous way. It's been a while since I've had sex and, seeing her parading around in her sheer lingerie, was making me horny with the imagined and sickening, albeit exciting thought of having sex with her. I just wanted to duck in the bathroom and masturbate to this new, hot image of my Mom, the swinger, walking around in her nearly see through, sexy lingerie. "Mom, if you don't mind, could you, at least, put on a robe?" "A robe? Why?" "You're making me really uncomfortable." "Oh, sorry, Ryan," she said looking down at herself, before looking at the bulge in my pants. "I didn't realize my lingerie was so revealing. This getup really is quite sexy, though," she said looking at herself in the mirror. "Don't you think? You can clearly see everything I own," she said looking at herself in the mirror again, this time, from all angles. "Mom! Really? Please cover yourself. You're embarrassing me." "Oh, for gosh sakes, Ryan, it's only me here. It isn't as if I'm parading around your friends naked again. Besides, you've already seen so much more of me, after having ogled and masturbated over my naked photos." "Mom! Really. Stop. Enough with me masturbating over your naked photos. I didn't even open them. Okay?" "Yeah, right, Ryan. Tell me another one," she said with a laugh. She made me want to tell her that I did see her naked photos and I did masturbate over her hot body. She made me want to pull out my cock right then and there and start masturbating over the sexy sight of her, now, with her walking around in front of me in her sexy, sheer lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. I swear, Saran wrap would cover more. Just as I obviously loved that I could clearly see through my Mom's bra and panty, I really hated it that my mother could see right through me. Never have I been so aroused over my mother. Then I realized what she had just said before, about parading around my friends naked. "Wait, back up, you paraded around my friends naked?" "Never mind. Okay? Forget I even mentioned it. It was a few years ago, just before you left for college." "Mom? Tell me. What happened with you and my friends?" "Your friends came over looking for you and I opened the door thinking it was your Dad. I was going to surprise him but, we surprised each other," she said with a naughty laugh. "I'm surprised your friends never told you." "God, I can never face my friends, again," I said holding my face in my hands. "It was years ago, Ryan. I'm sure they forgot all about seeing me naked." "Mom, guys never forget about seeing any woman naked...ever, never." "Did I do that?" She stared down at the obvious bulge in my pants. Ever since I saw the naked photos of my mother, I've been walking around with a constant erection. As if playing through my mind in the way that a commercial jingle plays through my mind sometimes, my Mom's naked photos looped endlessly through my mind, especially whenever she was in the same room with me. "Do what?" I looked to where she was looking and couldn't believe my Mom was staring at my erection. "Gees, Mom, really." "That," she said reaching out her hand and giving my cock a squeeze. "Mom! You just grabbed my cock," I said taking a step back from her. "What's wrong with you? That's incest." "No it's not. It's just a mother touching her son. I just touched you through your pants is all. That's hardly incest. Don't be such a prude, Ryan. Besides, your cock is nothing that I haven't seen before. Don't forget, I used to change your dirty diaper and give you baths." "That's different, Mom. That was a lifetime ago. I was a baby." "Help me get into my dress," she said. "I don't want to ruin my hair." Help her get into her dress? Good God. I already had an erection that I was trying to be careful not to poke my Mom in the ass with and the thought of me being so close to my mother dressed in her sexy lingerie, while helping her get into her dress, was more than I could take. Even though I wanted to hump her panty clad ass with my erection, while groping her tits through her bra, I controlled the urge. In trying not to accidentally touch any part of her, especially her big protruding breasts or her shapely ass, I was getting a backache from leaning forward, so as not to impale my Mom's ass with my sticking straight out erection. Without doubt, I'll be jerking off later, over helping my mother on with her dress over her sexy lingerie, especially after she grabbed and squeezed my cock. When she said that about exposing her naked body to my friends, it was then that I realized that my Mom has always been an exhibitionist. I couldn't tell you how many times she called me in the bathroom to get her a towel, shampoo, or soap. I swear she did it on purpose just so she could flash me. Back then, whenever I saw any part of her, I used to masturbate over all that I saw of her. My rite of passage, masturbating over my Mom, I wonder if she knew I was masturbating over her. Now, party to yet another sexy exhibition of my mother, there I was standing in my Mom's bedroom with her in her sexy lingerie. Helping her getting in her dress wasn't helping my horniness any. Clearly, I could see her tits, her nipples and areolas, her ass crack and her pussy. She really had a hot body and if she was anyone but my Mom, I'd be trying to score with her. It took all the control that I had not to feel her big tits or caress her shapely ass. It took all the control that I had not to push her down on the bed and make love to her. Now with the knowledge the my mother was a swinger, even though the image sickened me, as much as it excited me, I had a difficult time not thinking about her sucking my cock. My Mom was going as a roaring twenties flapper girl and I was going as a boxer. That was the only thing that I could find that resembled a costume on such short notice. It was my Dad's old boxing stuff, his trunks, robe, and gloves. It was fun to wear my Dad's stuff. Somehow, it a small way, it made me feel closer to him. I couldn't help but wonder what he'd think knowing that his wife was a swinger. I wondered if he'd approve or disapprove. I couldn't help but think if he knew she was a swinger because he was in the lifestyle, too. Yet, I had enough with asking my mother questions about her swinging lifestyle. I didn't need to know if my Dad was a swinger, too. I didn't need to despoil his image. "Oh, Ryan," she said, when she saw me come out wearing my costume, my Dad's old boxing clothes. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You look just like your Dad." "I do?" When she hugged me and kissed me like that, with her body so close to mine with her big tits pressed against my chest, the smell of my Mom's perfume made me dizzy. I suddenly had this urge to kiss her, but I didn't. Just the fact that I wanted to kiss my mother made me think that there was something wrong with me for suddenly lusting over her. Obviously, I need a girlfriend to take my thoughts off of having sex with my mother. "You'll have to be careful. After a few drinks, I may think you're Patrick, get randy and fresh, and try to have sex with you." Patrick was my Dad. The image she gave me of her and my Dad having sex would have thrown me out of the horny mood I was in, had she not given me the image that she just gave me of me having sex with her. The thought of experiencing my Mom's naked body maintained my erection. Never wondering before, now I wondered what it would be like to have sex with my Mom. "Eww, Mom," I said hoping to mask my sudden sexual excitement for her. "Why do you say things like that?" "Oh, Ryan, I just said that to get a reaction from you," she said with a laugh. "Don't be such a party pooper." My Mom drove us to the hotel. Ralph had reserved a room in advance and since Linda already had a room, Ralph was kind enough to give his room to my Mom and me. Now, with my Mom being a swinger, she's not shy when it comes to nudity but, because she gets me so excited and so horny, I'm uncomfortable seeing my Mom dressed inappropriately. I'd never parade around her in the way she parades around in front of me. I think sometimes she forgets that I'm her son and just enjoys teasing me. Even though the party started at 8pm, my Mom didn't want to go downstairs until 9:00pm. She said it looks better if we went in after the crowd. I just wanted to get this over with and go to bed, before going home. Instead, we hit the mini-bar in the room and had a couple of drinks. I must admit, after having a couple scotches, I felt more relaxed and not as nervous about attending a swingers' Halloween costume party with of all people, my mother. "So, what happens at one of these things?" "Well, we dance, we talk, we laugh, we flirt, we drink, and we dance and drink some more, and then we eat. When the dance is over, some return to their rooms with the people they've made a connection with, some go home, and others go upstairs to the orgy room." "Orgy room? They have an orgy room?" I looked at my Mom and she smiled. "I'll stay here in the room for that, if you don't mind," I said. "You don't have to do anything, Ryan. You can just watch and mingle." "Mom?" "What?" "I really don't want to watch a bunch of people having sex. I really don't want to watch you having sex with someone. That's just nasty." "It's only nasty if you think it's nasty. Some of it is quite beautiful, romantic, even." She looked at me and smiled. "So are you ready to dance with your old mother?" "Dance? You didn't tell me that I'd have to dance. You just said I'd have escort you to the dance," I said looking at her with horror. "Are you so embarrassed of your mother that you won't dance with me?" "It's not that, Mom. I don't know how to dance." "You don't know how to dance?" "Nope, not a step." My mom turned on the radio in the room. "Well, get up and I'll give you a quick lesson, enough so that you can do a waltz. After a couple more drinks anyone can dance. You'd be surprised," she said with a laugh. Mother Used and Abused Me for Sex She took my hand and I put my arm around her back. Then, she quickly moved my hand down to her ass, just as quickly as I moved it higher. "Mom! What are you doing?" "This is a swingers' party, Ryan. No one dances like that," she said putting my hand back on her ass. "People will be suspicious of us, if you treat me more as you would your mother, rather than your lover." "Eww. Gross Mom," I said with my hand on my mother's ass and with the image of making love to my naked mother now forever pasted in my head. As an endless array of images took control of my mind, my horniness, and my erection, I could feel my cock stiffening again with the remembered thoughts of her naked photos. I so wanted to squeeze, rub, and caress her firm, round ass but, for fear that she'd think that I wanted her, I just kept my hand there, afraid to move it. "Either you can hang onto my tits or hold onto my ass." "Tits? Really, Mom. I'll continue to hold onto your ass, if you don't mind," I said. "What are you going to hold on to?" I was afraid to hear her answer. "Don't worry, Ryan, I won't molest you much," she said with a laugh. "And stop calling me Mom. Call me Christine." "Okay, Mom. Sorry, I mean, Christine." As soon as I held my Mom, with her legs spread, she started dirty dancing with me and pressing and gyrating her pelvis against mine. Our dancing was more my Mom grinding her hot body into my cock and me trying to maintain an appropriate distance. Yet, every time I took a step back, my Mom put her hand on my ass and pulled me forward. After a while, with me taking a step back and she grabbing my ass to pull me forward, instead of dancing, I was actually dry humping my mother. I could feel my cock getting harder, as I was getting more excited. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach because my Mom was making me so horny. "Mom, I mean, Christine, if you dance any closer, I'm going to be inside you," I said noticing the excited look on her face. "I didn't mean that in the way it sounded. Sorry, Mom." Suddenly, with an image of lying on top of my mother with my cock buried inside of her pussy, I could feel myself turning a bright red. Then, I imagined her rolling me over, sitting on top of me, and riding me. With the vision of her big tits bouncing up and down and side to side, while I made love to my mother, I imagined reaching up and feeling her big boobs and fingering her nipples. Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck me. Oh, my God, I'm getting just as deranged as she is. With my imagined sexual thoughts of my mother, I could feel my cock hardening to the stiffest it's been with the overload of sexual thoughts I was having about my Mom. Maybe it was the alcohol, my eternal horniness, the excitement that I was at a swingers' dance with my mother, or the fact that I had my Mom's DNA boiling through my genes, yet whatever the reason, I was becoming just as lewd and lascivious in thought, as she was in her sexy and incestuous behavior. Well, sure enough, we go downstairs and the first people we see are Ralph with Linda. My Mom introduced me to them, not as her son, but as her date. Great. Now, my Mom, I mean, Christine, has already had a couple of drinks and she sends me to the bar to get her another drink. When I return to the table, she's surrounded by her friends and she's introducing me as her new boy toy. Rather than ruin a good time for my mother, rather than embarrass her and me, I went along with her sexual but incestuous charade. Then, after my Mom had two more drinks and we were on the dance floor, she was all over me. I was about to say something, when I realized that Ralph was watching us and she was dirty dancing with me for his benefit. With my hand glued to my mother's ass and my cock totally stiff, I was already aroused dancing so close to my mother that I could feel her nipples against my chest. Then, when she reached down and started feeling the length of my stiff prick and playing with the head of my cock with her fingertips, well, even though I'm her son, her flesh and blood, I'm still a man. I'm only human. She was making me so horny that if she was anyone else, but my Mom, I'd be taking her up to the room and banging her. I so wanted to push her down to her knees and force her to blow me. Suck my cock, Mommy. Suck it. You know you want it. Blow me, Mommy. Blow me. "Mom, sorry, I mean, Christine," I said whispering in her ear, "what the Hell are you doing?" "Ralph is watching us," she said with a seductive laugh. "I need to give him a show. I'm sorry that I'm feeling your cock, Ryan. I hope you don't mind. Feel my tits. Go ahead. Pretend I'm not your mother, but your girlfriend." "Yeah, well, you're going to make me cum in my pants, Christine, especially if I start feeling your big boobs, while you're rubbing my cock," I said feeling my Mom's hand rubbing my cock, as I felt her big tits through her dress. "Oh, Ryan, have some control. Pretend you're acting in a movie. Don't think of me as your mother, but as a sexy bitch you just picked up at the swingers' dance." Her dress and bra were so thin that I felt, as if I was feeling her naked boob. When I wasn't feeling her tits, I was dancing with her with my hand on her ass. This time, because she was on her way to being hammered, I started taking advantage of her by feeling more of her ass and fingering her nipples longer. "Christine, if you were some sexy bitch that I had picked up at a swingers' dance, and you were rubbing my cock in the way that you are now, and I was feeling your tits and ass in the way that I am now, I'd be hoping you'd blow me, later." "Do you want me to blow you, later?" As is she was my girlfriend, instead of my sexy swinger of a mother, she looked at me, as if she was waiting for my answer. She stunned me with her question. My mother never ceased to shock me. With her asking me if I wanted her to blow me, I couldn't help but imagine my mother blowing me. Instantly, I had an even harder erection. "Mom?" "It's Christine, not Mom," she said reminding me, yet, again. "You don't have to answer my question, Ryan. I felt your answer," she said grabbing and squeezing my cock. Besides, I was only kidding about blowing you. I'd never blow my son." We danced like that with each of us groping, touching, feeling, and caressing one another. By the time we sat down, I was totally aroused and my Mom wasn't even phased. She was off flitting around talking and laughing with her friends, people she already had sex with, no doubt. "Maybe it's easier for you, Christine, but you touching me like that and allowing me to touch you in a sexual way means more than if you were a stranger than, you know, my mother," I said in a whisper, when she finally returned to our table. "The incest part of what we're doing makes it more forbidden and exciting." "Well, get your mind out of the gutter," she said. "Maybe had you not seen and masturbated over my naked photos, you wouldn't be thinking of me in the lewd way that you are now," she said with a sexy laugh. "Gees, Mom," I said whispering in her ear. "How am I lewd, when you're the one that's rubbing my cock and when you're the one that told me to keep my hand on your ass and to feel your tits?" "Just relax, Ryan, and enjoy yourself." I had more to drink in one night than I've had to drink in three months. Maybe it was the lights, the music, the alcohol, and my mother's hot body with her hand all over my cock and my hand all over her ass and tits, but when we were dancing cheek to cheek, I don't know if I kissed her or she kissed me or if we kissed at the same time, but we kissed, French kissed. "Mom, I'm so sorry," I said, when we broke away. "Christine, Ryan, call me Christine. That was a stroke of genius, you kissing me like that. You should have seen the look on Ralph's face," she said with a dirty laugh. "I've never seen him look so jealous. Thank you, honey, for making him jealous." Confused and dazed, I had a sick but excited feeling in the pit of my stomach. With her rubbing my cock all night, after my Mom French kissed me like that, she really got to me. I was swooning. Oh, my God, the feel of my mother's tongue in my mouth was like nothing I've ever experienced. I've kissed plenty of women before, but nothing like that, never like that. Definitely, without doubt, because she was my mother and all the forbidden meaning behind a mother French kissing her son, never have I kissed a woman like that and I so wanted to kiss her again and again. To be honest, even though other guys have fantasized about having sex with their mothers, I never did. Yeah, sure, I've masturbated over her a few times, even more so after I saw her nude photos, but I'd never go through with having sex with her, that is, until now. Now, I wanted her. I really wanted her. Now, I was more than attracted to her. I so was totally and completely aroused that if given the chance, I may have crossed the incestuous line. Only, as if she was radioactive, the fact that she was my mother stopped me from pursuing her. Admittedly, I never knew, until I French kissed my mother, how much I was attracted to her and how much I wanted her. If I could have had sex with her right then and there on the dance floor, I would have. In hindsight, if I did have sex with her on the dance floor, no one would have noticed, as there were other couples practically having sex on the dance floor already. The dance floor was quickly becoming a prelude to what I imagined the orgy room to be. The only thing that stopped the swingers from doing more than what they were doing on the dance floor was that there was a cop at the door and hotel employees, who weren't swingers, in the hall with us. Still, I couldn't believe I was making out with my Mom, while close dancing and fondling her ass and tits, all the while she was feeling, groping, and squeezing my cock. She was making me so hot and horny that I had to touch her again. I reached my hand over to her breast and felt her boob again. This time, when her nipple immediately made its presence known against my palm, I fingered her nipple. I was embarrassed when I did that and immediately, I pulled my hand away, but she put it right back on her tit. When she did that, moved my hand back on her breast, it was as if she had given me permission to enter the playground. It was then that I was all over my Mom's big tits, while fingering her nipples. The material of her bra and dress were so thin that had I leaned my head down, I could have sucked her nipples through her garments. It was then that I realized that her nipples were one of her erogenous zones, because I could feel her getting excited. "Kiss me again, Ryan," she said breathlessly and I couldn't believe it when I obeyed her. It was then that I realized I had gotten my mother as sexually aroused as I was. "Touch me," she said, when we broke off our French kiss. "I am touching you, Christine," I said. "My hand is all over your ass and all over your tits." "Ralph is staring at us," she said whispering in my ear. Her mouth was so close to my ear that her warm breath was making me excited. Then, she did it. She stuck her tongue in my ear. Oh, my God. "Put your hand under my dress and rub my pussy with your palm," she said. "Mom," I whispered my protest. "No, I can't do that. That would be incest." Even though I voiced my protest, it was lame. I wanted to touch her. "Don't call me Mom. Someone may hear you. Call me Christine." Christine wanted me to reach under her dress and touch and rub her pussy through her panty. I couldn't believe it. "Christine, I can't rub your pussy. It's immoral. It's wrong. It's incest," I said low enough not to be overheard by anyone by her. "Do it! Just do it, Ryan. Please, for me. Hurry. He's watching. Touch my pussy. Go up under my dress and touch me now." Pretending that I was looking around the dance floor at the other couples, I saw Ralph staring over at us. There were other couples feeling one another, doing what I was just about to do with my Mom, while dancing. Maybe I wouldn't have done it had I not had a few drinks, maybe my mother wouldn't have asked me to touch her in that way had she not had a few drinks, but I couldn't believe it when I lifted the front of her dress up to her pussy and cupped her pussy though her panty, before slowly rubbing her between her legs. My Mom's panties were damp and she was practically humping my hand and begging me to finger her. "Christine," I said breathlessly. "I'm so embarrassed." I lied. I was so excited. If she asked me to finger fuck her right then and there, I would have. I would have moved her panty to the side and stuck my fingers right up inside-- "Finger me, Ryan," she said sticking her tongue in my ear again and swirling it around, before French kissing me again. Just as I couldn't believe it, when she asked me to finger her, I couldn't believe it when I did. "Oh, my God," I said pushing her panty aside and touching my Mom's wet pussy with my index finger. Even though it felt like Heaven now, I was surely going to Hell when I died. I was touching a mother where no son should ever touch his mother. It was a special place, a place where I was conceived and born and now my fingers were deep inside my mother feeling her, probing her, and fucking her. How did it come to this, me finger fucking my mother, while she's stroking my cock through my pants? This was crazy. That was insane. That was the most sexually deprave and the most exciting thing I ever did in my life. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was having a sexual fantasy, but I wasn't. I was practically having sex with my Mom right there on the dance floor. "Okay, you can stop now," she said, turning me off, as if I was a light switch. "He's not watching us anymore." So what? I was enjoying finger fucking you, I wanted to say. Put your hand back on my cock and French kiss me. Go ahead, stick your tongue in my ear, I wanted to say, but didn't. Now, feeling sexually frustrated, I just wanted to push her down on the floor and fuck her. How's that, Mommy? Is Ralph watching now? Let's really give him a show, I imagined saying while unzipping myself, pulling out my cock, and sticking it in her mouth. Suck my cock. Suck it bitch. Hurry, Ralph is watching. She was making me so crazy. I couldn't believe my mother wanted me to feel her ass and boobs, just as I couldn't believe I was feeling my Mom's ass and tits, while French kissing her. I couldn't believe my Mom was feeling my cock, while kissing me. If all that wasn't enough, the fact that she asked me to finger fuck her and I obeyed, my Mom made me want to rush to the men's room and masturbate. Hot and horny, I've never been so sexually excited and my cock has never been so hard. It took my mother, of all people, to make me feel so sexually excited. Then, at the stroke of twelve, the dance ended and the announcer invited everyone upstairs to the suite of four rooms that they had made available for the orgy. I was so against going to the orgy rooms before, but now I couldn't wait to see all that goes on inside the swingers' den of debauchery. The rooms, at the end of the hall and across from one another, two connecting rooms on either side of the hall, were situated away from the other guests of the hotel. Still, even with four rooms, the rooms were so overcrowded that people mingled outside in the corridor. Maybe my Mom is accustomed to seeing sex out in the open with plenty of public nudity, but I was shocked. I didn't know where to look first. I was on sexual overload and excitement hyper-drive. With two women on the bed going at one another, there were guys standing around the bed watching the show. Another woman was in the corner giving a guy a blowjob and in the next room, a woman was having sex with two men. There were so many people congregating in the rooms that I couldn't even walk in to get out. There were tits, asses, pussies, and cocks everywhere I looked. Someone was either getting blown, eaten, and/or fucked by one on one, gangbangs, circle jerks, threesomes, and foursomes. If this is what goes on out in the open, I couldn't imagine what goes on behind the closed doors of swingers. A bit of a reality check with my ringside seat, I must admit, though, after being witness to all that was going on, I had a transformation of thought. As if she was more my date than my mother, I more looked at my Mom as I would my girlfriend. Horny would not fully describe how I felt at that moment. The rooms were dimly lit and when we were in the orgy rooms watching the sexual activity of the other couples, we kissed and we touched a lot, even when Ralph wasn't watching us. In that regard, we became part of the show with men and couples watching us. With her tongue buried in my mouth, she was feeling my cock through my pants and I was feeling her tits and her ass, and rubbing, cupping, and fingering her pussy beneath her dress. Most times, I stood behind her with my back to the wall and my erection nearly parting her ass cheeks in her sheer dress, while my hands cupped and caressed her big tits and my fingers fingered her erect nipples through her dress and bra. My Mom's hands were behind her touching, feeling, and fondling my erection through my pants. At one point, I had one hand up my Mom's dress and was rubbing her trimmed pussy through her panty and finger fucking her, while my other hand was down her dress fingering her nipple. When we weren't touching one another, we were kissing one another. Never did I expect any of this to happen. Figuring that I'd just be escorting her to the dance and that would be enough to make Ralph jealous, I figured I'd be in bed by 11pm, while my mother was doing whatever she does at a swingers' dance. I never figured on being part of the orgy room entertainment. The magic of the moment was the fact that we were there in the orgy room touching and kissing one another, while other people watched us. Like flies at a picnic, at one point a couple of men came over where we were standing and started fondling my Mom through her dress, as she fondled their cocks through their pants, but I blocked them with my body and moved her out of harms away. I guess I was jealous that they were touching her and she was touching them. Not wanting to share my Mom, it was obvious by my sudden possessive behavior that I wanted her all for myself. I wanted my Mom. I really wanted her and she really wanted me. A mother French kissing her son and a son returning his mother's passion, never is when I've been kissed in the way she kissed me. Between her, the alcohol, her perfume, our genetic makeup, and the way she was dressed, I was totally ready to make love to my Mom. Never did I ever want to fuck anyone as bad as I wanted to fuck my mother. Out of my mind with incestuous lust, I was just as depraved as she was. She was so damn sexy and I completely put it out of my mind that she was my mother. She was my sexy girlfriend. She was Christine, my soon to be lover. "Christine," I said giving her a look that told her, no doubt, why I wanted to go back to the room. Can we go back to the room?" It was late, after 2am, and I was tired. I needed to take Christine to bed, before I passed out and missed my opportunity to be in bed naked with my mother. I needed know what would happen next and how far she'd allow me to go. Maybe, once we returned to the room, much like Peter Pan's pixie dust expiring, once past midnight, would my mother turn into a pumpkin from being Cinderella at the Swingers' masquerade ball? Would I turn into the rat that I am for wanting to have sex with my mother, instead of the prince that she, no doubt, imagined me to be? Pardon the mixed metaphors, but I feared our little sexual excursion would come to an abrupt end, once we returned to the room as mother and son, instead of as swingers at the Halloween dance. Mother Used and Abused Me for Sex "Sure baby," she said giving me a kiss and my cock a gentle stroke. Damn, this woman was always grabbing my cock. I never knew she was so fond of penises. With all the rooms on the same floor and many of the doors open to anyone who wanted to enter, party, and indulge their sexual appetite further, we walked down to our room. As soon as we did, as soon as the door slammed shut behind us, we were all over one another, even more than w were in the orgy room, now that we were finally alone. With her dress already bunched up around her waist and my hands all over her panty clad ass and pussy, we couldn't stop kissing and feeling one another. Hurriedly, I got her out of that damn dress and she removed my Dad's boxing trunks and underwear from me. Now, with my Mom in her bra, panty, garters, and stockings, and me naked, we went back to kissing. My hands were all over her hot, sexy body. Feeling her tits and nipples through her bra, I felt her pussy and ass through her sheer panty. All the while, she fondled and stroked my naked cock and cupped my balls. I couldn't believe my mother was giving me a slow hand job. Without a doubt, feeling the sensation of my mother's hand on my naked cock, I'll be masturbating over this memory for the rest of my life. "You have a beautiful cock, Ryan, just like your father's cock," she said staring at it, before looking up at me. "Don't," I said. "What?" "Don't compare me to Dad. Not now. Not tonight. Tonight, you're not my mother and I'm not your son. I'm Ryan and your Christine. We're lovers. Okay?" Spoiled, as soon as my Mom mentioned my Dad, the mood of the moment stopped as quickly as it started. With my libido deflated as much as my erection, as if having just been electrocuted, when she compared me to my Dad made me realize that she wasn't Christine, she was my mother. I was about to have sex with my mother. Depraved and perverted, I was ready to fill my Mom's pussy with my cock. What is wrong with me? I sat on the bed slumped over and defeated. "What's wrong baby," she said. "This is wrong, Mom. I can't do this." "That's okay. I'm sorry I mentioned your Dad at a time such as this. We both got a little carried away. We're both a little too horny, too excited, and too drunk." Ready to call it a night, ready to go to bed, there was a knock at the door. Figuring it was just someone hoping to find a party and a swinger's invitation, we paid the knock no never mind. Then, again, this time louder, another knock. "Christine? It's Ralph and Linda. Are you in there?" I don't know why I did, but with my cock suddenly sticking out straight again with the thought of exposing myself to Linda, I got up and opened the door naked. I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed with Linda and/or Ralph to see my engorged prick. I was emboldened. I was emblazoned. I was proud. I was a swinger. Crossing the threshold of appropriate behavior to incestuous debauchery, I was just about to fuck my mother had she not mentioned my Dad. What difference did it make to walk around the room naked now? "Don't let us stop you," said Ralph. "Linda and I like to watch," he said with dirty laugh. You like to watch, huh? Game on. If only he knew what he was watching was a mother with her son, he'd probably be even more excited than he, obviously, already was. He invited himself in our room, a room, he had paid for anyway, and made himself comfortable in the chair across from the bed. Linda sat on his lap with her short skirt raised nearly to her waist and high enough to show me that she wasn't wearing any panties. She had a shaved pussy and she looked more like a little girl than she did a mature woman. After seeing Linda's naked pussy, a pussy without hair, as if looking at a modern house without character, I preferred my mother's trimmed pussy. What my Mom saw in this guy, I had no idea. He was about ten years older than she was and Linda looked young enough to be his daughter. I figured Linda for thirty-something. Ralph reminded me of a short, fifty-something Drew Carey, but without the glasses and before he dropped all the weight. "Okay," said my mother intent on continuing the swinging charade for Ralph's benefit. It was apparent to me that she'd do anything to make Ralph jealous, even if it meant using my body and abusing my emotions for the sexual attraction that I suddenly had for my mother to do it. "Where were we?" She grabbed me and pulled me down beside her on the bed. She laughed, before kissing me even more passionately than she did before on the dance floor, while fondling, caressing, and stroking my naked cock. I was beyond objecting. If I protested, they'd be feeble attempts at best. Still, I couldn't believe my mother was going to go through this charade, just for the sake of making Ralph jealous on the hopes of getting him back, as her swinging boyfriend. Willing to do anything to get what she wanted, I couldn't believe my mother was fondling and stroking my naked cock, while her swinger ex-boyfriend and his young girlfriend watched us making out on the bed. If I had any control before, with my Mom making comment that I reminded her of my Dad, I had no control now, especially after my mom slid down the bed and took me in her mouth. "Mommy!" Shit! I couldn't believe I blurted that out. I couldn't believe I just called her Mommy. The jig was up now. I ruined the whole damn thing. There goes my blowjob. Only, it was all her fault and not mine. She surprised the shit out of me, figuratively, of course, and excited me, an understatement, by taking my cock in her mouth. I never expected my Mom to blow me, especially after she said on the dance floor that she'd never blow her son. As soon as I said Mommy, my Mom stopped sucking my cock. Still holding my cock in her hand, she removed my cock from her mouth and looked up at me with a sad how could you look in her eyes. I looked back at her with a sorry look, but a look of innocence. Me, Mommy? I wanted to say. How could I not accidentally blurt out Mommy, when you shocked the shit out of my by taking my cock in your mouth? At that moment, I didn't have the presence of mind to call you Christine. Okay? As soon as she took my cock in her mouth, I reverted back to the way we were before and she was no longer Christine, but my mother giving me a blowjob. "Kinky," said Ralph, "you calling Christine Mommy. I like that," he said. "That's really hot. We love role playing, too. Linda likes calling me Daddy, while I pretend she's my dirty daughter or my sexy daughter. Sometimes we pretend she's my niece coming to stay for a visit. Don't we, baby," he said grabbing a handful of her tit and French kissing her, while she fondled his cock through his pants. "We sure do, baby," she Linda giving Ralph all the attention that he needed and so required but that made my mother jealous enough to blow me. I couldn't believe it. Ralph bought it. He thought we were just role playing. We were all set and ready for launch. Jealous, no doubt, that Ralph and Linda were going at one another in our hotel room, my Mom returned to blowing me. Oh, my God. Good God almighty. Buckle my seatbelt, I'm getting ready for takeoff. My Mom was hitting all my launching sequence buttons by sucking my cock. Connected by birth, when I looked down and my Mom looked up at me, to see my big, hairy, hard prick in her mouth was so very exciting and something that I will never forget, so long as I live. She was sucking me and stroking me like I've never been sucked and stroked before by anyone, even Gloria, the hot, college cheerleader who blew every guy on the football team and proudly bragged about it, didn't give me a better blowjob at my first dorm, keg party than my mother was giving me now. Always, I thought no one could top Gloria's blowjob, that is, until my mother was sucking my cock now. I knew what we were doing was wrong. I knew making out with my mother, while I was naked and she was just in her sexy see through panty and bra was incest, but I didn't care. Sickened by my sexual attraction to my mother and her sexual attraction to me before, I was too sexually aroused to give a shit to stop any of it now. I was just so out of my mind with lustful desire for my mother that I couldn't help myself. There was just no way that I wanted any of this to stop. Not to be denied having sex with my mother, I wanted her too much to exert any self-control. As if we were alone in the room, I put my hand to the back of my mother's head and started fucking her mouth, really humping her face. I so wanted to cum in my mother's mouth, but I controlled myself. Over too soon, I didn't want this to end, just by me cumming off in my mother's mouth. I needed to make love to my mother. I needed to know what my cock felt like in my mother's pussy. I pulled her up to me and as I did, I unhooked and removed her bra. She was topless and her naked tits were pressed against my chest. I could feel her nipples. My horny hands were all over my mother's tits, before my mouth was sucking her nipples. She had great tits, so round and firm. I love my mother's tits. A surreal experience, even though I realized that I was sucking my mother's tits, the fact that I was at a swingers' dance in a hotel room with two other swingers watching us made it okay. She had great tits, so round and firm. I love my mother's tits. When I turned to look at Ralph, he was mesmerized watching us. He had stopped his little charade of playing with his young girlfriend to watch me fuck and suck his ex-girlfriend, Christine, my mother. Who could blame him? Even though my mother was a good ten years older, she was so much hotter than Linda in every way. If only he knew we were mother and son, what would he say then? I felt her through her panties and she was wet, so very wet, wetter now than she was on the dance floor, when I was finger fucking her. I pushed her panty aside and probed her with my fingers, again, this time even deeper. I couldn't believe I was finger fucking my Mom again. I love my mother's pussy. Then, I reached down and pulled off her panty. Now she was naked and even thought I knew stripping my Mom naked was wrong, I didn't care. Besides, she was sucking my cock and the least that I could do was to return the favor. I lowered myself down between her legs and lowered my mouth to her pussy. Without caring that she was my mother and I was her son, I started licking her, while finger fucking her. I had her squirming in no time. I was determined not to stop until I gave her an orgasm with my mouth and with my fingers and I did. Then, when she reached for me, I climbed on top of her. When, I turned to look to see what Ralph and Linda were doing, Linda was on her knees giving Ralph a blowjob, but Ralph was staring at us having sex. Obviously, he was more interested in watching us than in receiving a blowjob from Linda. We started passionately French kissing again and I felt her hand direct my stiff cock inside of her and, as if it was always meant to be, I slid right inside my Mom's pussy. My cock was deep in my mother's pussy. I was making love to my Mom. I was fucking my mother. Humping her harder and fucking her deeper, then when she returned my humps, now with the rhythm we had going by bouncing off the mattress, I was really banging my mother. She felt so good, so wet, so tight, and so warm, and I couldn't stop French kissing her, while fondling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. I lowered my head down to suck her big boobs. Pulling her nipples out with my teeth, I couldn't get enough of her big tits. "Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck me," I said. "Fuck your mother, son," she replied. "Fuck me, Ryan." "I love you, Mommy." I didn't want to call her Christine anymore. She wasn't Christine to me now. She was my mother. She was my Mommy to me and the fact that I was having hot, salacious sex with my mother made our sex so much more exciting. "Oh, baby, Mommy loves her little boy," she said playing my game of incest, while running her fingers through my hair with one hand and cupping my ass with her other. "Fuck Mommy. Fuck your mother, son. Stick that big, hard, hairy cock that I helped to make up my tight, wet pussy." I never knew my mother loved talking dirty, but she was making me really hot. Having sex with my mother was the most surreal experience I ever had. With my head still reeling from not only seeing my Mom naked but also touching, sucking, and fucking her naked body, she did all of those things to me, too. It was late, after 3am, and my Mom and I were lying together in bed warm with the warmth of sexual afterglow. Ralph and Linda had already left. It was even obvious to me that he was jealous. My Mom had done what she had set out to do, sexually used me and emotionally abused me to make him jealous. She wanted to make him jealous enough for him to want her enough again to reject Linda and take her back. Even though Linda was ten years younger than my Mom, she wasn't as pretty and she didn't have my Mom's hot body. The next morning, after we had showered and dressed, and as I was packing my bag to leave the room, my Mom came in the room from downstairs. She was all excited. She was so happy. She had caught up with Ralph just before he left the hotel. "Well, it worked," she said. "After our sexy role play, last night, Ralph wants me back. Thank you for helping me, Ryan. You're such a dear," she said kissing me on the cheek. Role play? Who was playing? Such a dear? Are you kidding me? She thinks she can just kiss me on the cheek after everything we did last night? She sucked my cock. I ate her pussy. I gave her an orgasm with my mouth and my fingers. Then, I fucked her. I made love to her. I can't believe this is happening that she can just write me off. I actually thought this was the start of something good, really good. Even though I thought all of this, I couldn't say any of this. Then, I did. "Helping you?" I collapsed on the bed and sat there in a heap of confusion. I was an emotional wreck, after taking my incestuous rollercoaster ride with my insensitive, swinging mother. "Mom, you sexually used me and emotionally abused me." "No, I didn't Ryan. There you go blowing things out of proportion. You knew what this was right from the start, a ruse just to make Ralph jealous." "A ruse? You didn't tell me you were going to have incestuous sex with me. All you said was you wanted me to escort you to the dance. Then, from dancing with you, you sucked and fucked me, just to make Ralph want you back. You're the one who blew things out of proportion by blowing me and fucking me, Mom, your son, just to make your ex-boyfriend jealous, so that he'd want you back. How could you do that? What kind of mother are you? How could you take advantage of me like that? How dare you?" "Ryan, I was drunk. We were both drunk. I didn't plan for any of that to happen. I didn't plan to have sex with you, really I didn't." "Drunk? Neither of us were drunk enough to know what we did was wrong." "Besides, with you ogling my naked photos and masturbating over me in your room for years, you wanted me as much as I wanted you." "Oh, mother please knock it off with me ogling and masturbating over your naked photos. Okay? I did. So what? I stared at every one of your naked photos over and again and jerk off over them over and again. Okay? Are you happy now?" "I knew you did, Ryan. A mother can always--" "Knock it off, mother. You were at me right from the start. Kiss me, Ryan, Ralph is watching. Feel my tits, Ryan, Ralph is looking. Finger my pussy, Ryan. Ralph is staring," "You're right, but Ralph hurt me by rejecting me for a younger woman. You can't possibly understand how violated I felt." "I think I can, mother, in the way that you violated me." "I'm sorry, but I was lost after your father died and Ralph, along with this swinging lifestyle, took my mind off my grief and then to lose him to a younger woman, who isn't even as good looking as I am and doesn't have the body that I have, was a real slap in my face." Excuses and more excuses, there she is talking about her feelings. Always, it's all about her, but what about my feelings? How could she use and abuse me like that? My Mom played me and I was angry. I was jealous that my Mom sexually used me and emotionally abused me and now that she's done with me, I'm not supposed to feel anything? I hated to admit it, but I was hurt that she wanted Ralph over me. Now that I had sex with my mother, feeling possessive, I was jealous. "You were stroking my cock through my pants on the dance floor, Mom. I'm only human. You got me terribly excited, so excited, that I'd do anything, even have sex with you." "I'm sorry, Ryan. I really am." She sat on the bed next to me and put her arm around me. "Can you forgive me?" Just the feel of her body so close to mine, was enough to get me excited again. There we were alone in a hotel room. I may not have another chance like this again. I needed to know if there was something more between us than her just trying to make her boyfriend jealous. I knew that once we were home, once we were away from this swinging environment and gone from this hotel room that we'd never broach the subject again. With my head resting on her shoulder, I lightly kissed her neck and cheek, while she fondled my fingers. I knew kissing my Mom's neck would get her going. Yet, what was easy for me to do last night to seduce her, was more difficult for me this morning. In the bright morning light without a dance floor filled with swingers, copious amounts of alcohol, and the loud musical background of a swingers' dance, I was trying to seduce my mother. This was reality now and not some suspended disbelief of a wild swingers' orgy. We were real people, a mother and her son, with real feelings and emotions, and not swingers, who are able to detach how they truly feel just for the sake of sex. After we just had an incestuous, sexual affair, I guess, I was hoping to have another one to prove that I was the better man for her than Ralph. For sure, the other way around this morning with me being the aggressor, I was the victim last night and she was the predator. I cupped her breast and fingered her nipple through her bra and blouse. "Ryan, don't," she said brushing my hand away. "Stop," she said when I caressed her breast through her blouse and bra. "We can't do this," she said, when I slid my hand beneath her dress and touched her between her legs, a place where I had licked her only a few, short hours ago. She pushed me away, but I persevered. Unwilling to take no for an answer, I put her hand on the bulge in my pants and turned her head to kiss her. Only, when I tried to part her lips with my tongue, she turned her head away and removed her hand from my bulge. "I want you, Mom." "No, Ryan, stop, please," she said standing. "I'm your mother and you're my son. This is wrong. This is incest." "It wasn't wrong last night, Mommy. It wasn't incest last night." "That was different. That just happened because we were both drunk and in the moment and that, I assure you, will never happen again," she said raising her voice, along with her indignation. "Bullshit!" I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close, then kissed her hard, French kissed her. This time, she allowed me to part her lips with my tongue and with a deft hand, I lifted the back of her skirt and felt her ass through her panty. She tried to push me away, but I was too strong for her. I wasn't about to be denied. With her struggling, I pushed her back on the bed, reached up her skirt, and pulled down her panty. Every time she tried to get up, I pushed her down. Then, once I settled myself between her legs, once I started licking her pussy, as if I had just given her a pacifier, she quieted down, that is, until I excited her in the way that no son should ever excite his mother. Mother Used and Abused Me for Sex "Oh, Ryan, lick my pussy," she said running her fingers through my hair. "Fuck me with your fingers, Ryan. Lick me with your tongue, son. Make me cum. Make Mommy cum, Ryan, my lover boy, my baby, my son. Make Mommy cum." As soon as she had an orgasm, I quickly stripped off my clothes. My mother already had her blouse, skirt, and bra removed and I mounted her. As I did last night, my hands were all over her big tits. I couldn't get enough of her nipples and when I wasn't fingering them, I was sucking them. Then, I climbed higher up and she reached her hand down to direct my stiff cock in her pussy. I was fucking my mother now, again, just as I fucked her last night. No, correction, I was making love to my mother. This was real. There were no pretenses, no excuses of alcohol, of trying to make Ralph jealous, or of pretending to be just another swinging couple, instead of who we really were, a mother having incestuous sex with her son. She had another orgasm, but I held back. I didn't want to cum inside my mother's pussy. I wanted her to blow me. I wanted to experience cumming in my mother's mouth. After she had her orgasm, I climbed higher on the bed and put my cock by her mouth. She engulfed me. Even better than last night, never in my life has anyone blown me in the way that my mother was sucking my cock now. "Suck my cock, Mommy. Blow me, Mommy. Make me cum. Oh, mother, that feels so good. Show me. I want to see. Look up at me. I want to see my cock in your mouth. Yeah, that's it. Oh, baby, suck it. Suck it, Mom." "Cum, baby," she said removing my cock from her mouth long enough for her to speak, while still stroking me. My Mom was such a good cocksucker. She had skills. She cupped my balls with one hand and stroked me with her other, as she sucked and licked my cock. I could feel her tongue curling around the girth of my cock, before her tongue flicked at the head. Never has anyone sucked my cock like that before or since. This was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life. For sure, only a mother knows how to blow her son. Only a mother knows what her son wants and really needs. "Oh, Mommy! Suck me, Mom. Blow me, Mommy. I'm cumming, Mom! Fuck! Fuck!" I exploded a huge load of cum in my mother's mouth and she licked me clean. Just the sight of seeing my cock buried in my mother's mouth is a sight that I'll never forget and one that I'll masturbate over for years. Now, that I was done, now that I exploded my cum in my mother's mouth and she swallowed all that I gave her, I was done with her. On my own terms, I used her and abused her body in the way that she had used and abused me. Now, I didn't care if she went back to Ralph. I didn't care if she rejected me for him. Payback is a bitch, bitch and, on my own terms, I ate my Mom's pussy, fucked her, gave her two orgasms, made her blow me, and ejaculated in her mouth. I was done with her and this incestuous relationship. Now able to get on with my life without lusting over my mother anymore, we'd never have incestuous sex again. Ah, but what a difference a day makes. Now with Ralph out of the picture, we have plans to attend the New Year's Eve swingers' party, as a couple. No one knows we're mother and son. It's none of anyone's business what we do behind closed doors. We're swingers. Besides, this is our life and we are free to live it any way that we want. Happy Halloween