Both my parents were swingers, but Dad wasnât easy to communicate with⌠Mostly, I talked to mom. Not just about swinging, or sex, but you know, in general. She was sweet, and kind, and loving, and dad was⌠Dad.
Anyway. For the longest time I had been lusting after my momâs friend, our busty neighbor. Long legs, long brown hair, big breasts, nice eyes, and a really fun personality. Mind you, I tended to focus on the big breasts, but still, she was the complete package. So when my mom told me that she had lost a bet with her, and that mom was going to be my neighborâs âslave for the weekendâ; my mind went all kinds of wicked places.
Honestly, Iâd never really thought of my mom that way before. I mean, I had in passing, but now? Now it was like an everyday thing. She told me about this a week in advance, and I think I got off on the idea of my sexy neighbor and my mom being one anotherâs sex slaves 3 times a day, for everyday leading up to the actual weekend. When the day finally came for mom to head over there, I was actually embarrassed and ashamed to the point that I told her.
Like I said, mom had always been very cool, and very open and honest with me. I figured she would be mad, but, when someone is that honest with you, you feel a kind of loyalty or need to return the favor. Fortunately, not only was mom not mad, but her response was to give quick laugh followed by, âI wishâ. Which, I admit, got me kind of hard almost instantly, and this time right in front of my mom. Fortunately, if she noticed, she was kind enough not to say so. Instead, she seemed intrigued by my fantasy, and asked me if I really thought our neighbor, whom Iâd been calling Aunty for like, 10 years now. I called her that for a number of reasons, like, she babysat me for a while, her close proximity, her age being so on par with my parentsâ, and her relationship with my mom.
I admitted to mom that, yeah, I really fantasized about her, and added that, sheâd been around and hot when I hit puberty, so she was kind of my go-to, baby-sitter-ish fetish. And as I got older, and she got âMILFierâ, and I learned about her and momâs (and dadâs) lifestyle, it only got hotter. Mom bit her lip and looked kind of, I donât know, sexually predatory as I told her these things. Like it turned her on, and she was on the hunt for something now. Eventually, mom told me, almost matter-of-factly, that my aunt was into guys my age, and that if I wanted to tag along, she thought it would be no problem scoring me a ârole in the hayâ. To my credit, I only sputtered and tripped over my words for a minute or so before I agreed like I was an 8-year-old being told they just won a trip to Disney World. Mom laughed at my reaction, but not in a mean way. She was always like that, she never came across as judging.
Anyways, we arrived at my âauntâsâ house, and mom took her aside to talk, and after a few minutes, mom came back to me and, with a dirty-secret-smile, she told me that my aunt had agreed to show me a VERY good time. But, mom lamented with a suddenly grumpy face, her deal of being my auntâs slave was going to be a nightmare, as my aunt had her cooking and cleaning all day everyday for the next 4 weekends.
This was confirmed as we walked further into the house and my aunt adopted a fake aristocratic tone, tossing my mother an apron and telling her to âget to work slaveâ, before dismissing her with a hand gesture. Of course, she flinched and then laughed when my mom glowered, and acted like she was going to clobber her. But, they were women of their words, and no matter how crappy the arrangement, my mom went off to start cleaning my Auntâs kitchen⌠Leaving me alone with my curvy, sexy, dream woman and the promise of a good time.
My aunt, and it was suddenly getting either a little weird or a little erotic calling her that, I wasnât sure which yet, wasted no time. She brought me to the living room, told me to strip down, and when I hesitated, she gave me a seductive smile and suggested that it might help if she went first.
In moments her dress was at her feet. Her bra dropped to the floor a moment later, and, with her hands covering her breasts, she smiled at me, saying âyour turnâ in a playful tone. I had everything off but my button down shirt, which was open and halfway to off when she got impatient, saying, âok, thatâs enoughâ, before lightly shoving me down on the couch and immediately crawling up onto me. Her breasts slid up my leg and along my thigh as she moved her mouth towards my cock, sending pleasant tingles through every nerve as her body made contact with mine.
She sucked me, she licked me, she spat on my cock and played with the line of drool. It was a seriously nasty blowjob. She played the dirty whore very well, and it was driving me nuts with pleasure. Then, out of nowhere, she pointed out that my mom kept walking past her line of sight, and that she could see us from the Kitchen. I⌠didnât know what to say to that, but it seemed to turn my aunt on⌠A Lot.
She started asking me to call her, not by her name, as I had been, but by âAuntâ and then her last name, and then just âauntyâ. The more incestuous the dialogue became, the hotter and dirtier the blowjob got. Eventually my Aunt reached some kind insane plateau in her mind, and actively called for my mom to stop what she was doing and come over. To my initial horror, mom did.
So, there I was. I was sitting there, rock hard, mostly naked, with spit running down my fully hard cock as my momâs best friend and my ex-babysitter has my dick in one hand. And, on command, my mom walked up to us.
I was mortified, and my face must have turned Soooo red. But mom acted like it was totally cool, and didnât do or say anything that made me feel weird. I realized that this must be because, as a swinger, mom probably saw and did all kinds of hardcore shit⌠but of course, the moment I realized that I blushed deeper, and I know for a fact my cock got harder and started bucking in my aunts hand.
âThis incest shit is getting me so hotâ, my aunt said out of nowhere, and it felt like she was reading my mind. At that though, my mom just smiled and raised her eyebrows. Nonchalantly, mom replied with, âI thought it might⌠youâre welcomeâ. But, before mom could turn to go, my aunt, again out of nowhere, blurted out, âWhat would it take to get you to suck him and let me watch?â It was such a desperate and insane thing to say, that my brain couldnât even process that sheâd said it. I just kind of, went fuzzy in the head for a second. Mom, on the other hand, gave a loud fake laugh before turning to go back to work as her friends âslaveâ.
âIâll release you from your contract with meâ, my aunt stammered, and at that, mom paused. She didnât turn back or anything, she just⌠paused. Listening. When that didnât do the trick, my aunt added, âIâll reverse the contract! You do this, and not only do you owe me nothing, but Iâll be YOUR slave for 3 weekendsâ and when mom didnât immediately turn around, she quickly added â5 weekends!â.
I wasnât sure what was happening. But, next thing I knew, mom was beginning to strip her clothes off right in front of me! âLike what?â mom said, and my aunt looked really confused before stammering, âlike thisâ, and she got back down on the couch and started to take me into her mouth again. âNot what I meant yah deranged nymphoâ, mom said as she turned and physically moved my auntâs head away with one hand. Then she held a hand out to me, and when I took it, she moved me off the couch and onto a huge table in the middle of the room. There she had me lay down before moving my aunt over to me like she was positioning game pieces. Then, she knelt down so that my aunt was on my right, and she was on my left, but both were inches from where my hard dick was throbbing between them. âI mean,â mom concluded, âlike what do you want me to say or do? Do you just want to see him in my mouth, or does he need to cum there? Do you need to hear me call him son, or him to say mommyâŚâ.
At that my aunt seemed like she was some bizzare twist of horny and happy that had her on the verge of tears. âReallyâ she asked happily, and mom just laughed and shook her head. âSo long as you keep your end of the bargainâ, she replied.
I felt very strangely left out of this conversation. I gulped, and I couldnât think of a word or a sentence that would express anything I was feeling. Shit, I didnât even know what I was feeling anymore. Yesterday I was masturbating to my mom and aunt making out, and I felt bad about it, and nowâŚ
My auntâs hand slowly ran up one leg, and then delicately wrapped itself around my shaft. I had a moment to notice that she was wearing her wedding band and engagement ring, and that her nails were painted a sinful shade of red before she asked me to tell her that I wanted to feel my momâs lips on me. Unsure, I looked over at my mom, who was hot, naked, and kneeling. She gave me a reassuring smile and a nod, so I said it. I said, âI want my mom to⌠suck, on, me.â It may not have sounded brilliant, but my aunt ate it up, and biting her lower lip, she immediately looked to my mom for the next step.
A moment later, mom glanced back at my aunt with a wicked smile, and in a sultry tone she told her, âWell then, I guess his mommy is just going to have to suck his big cock then.â And then she did. With a moan she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, and then she began to slide her lips up and down the length of me. It was slow, and sensual. Where my auntâs rush to be a slut had been hot before, my motherâs tender and expert slowness seemed to take my pleasure to a whole new level. The view really didnât hurt either.
Then my aunt begged my mom, âlook at him. Look into his eyesâ. Then looking at me, she pleaded for the second half of it, adding, âlook right into your motherâs eyes while sheâs got your hard young cock in her mouth!â. I obliged, and my auntâs second hand slipped down into her panties as she moaned out âoh my god!â. After a few minutes, and one very quick orgasm by my aunt, my mother made her cum again she leaned towards her and asked, âwant to taste my sonâs pre-cum on my lips⌠auntie?â.
Immediately, my auntâs masturbation took her though another orgasm, but as she came off of it, she begged for that kiss from my mother, and soon the two of them were taking turns. Alternately going from my aunt blowing me hard and fast, to the two of them making out, to my mom giving me an incredible, slow and sensuous blowjob. Then they would switch and start all over again.
Everything my aunt did was slutty and needy, and everything my mom did was, in complete contrast, motherly. But, it was also controlled. Like, even in the bedroom, she was still the mom, she was still secretly in charge. This reflected again when mom gently grabbed my aunt by her head, and after stealing a kiss from her, she told her, not asked, told; she told her that while she was licking my balls, my aunt was going to suck me dry and swallow my cum. Once again, I wasnât included in the decision making process, and, each time it happened, I was more and more OK with it.
My mom was naked, kneeling, and encouraging me verbally to cum down my auntâs throat when she wasnât licking and playing with my balls, as my aunt sucked me and stroked me towards a powerful orgasm. When I was close I warned them, but before my aunt could say anything my mom just reached up one and pushed my auntâs mouth down deeper, forcing her to take more of my cock as I came, screaming. My orgasm was powerful, but my aunt, like the expert she probably was, managed to swallow every, last, drop.
When it was all said and done, my aunt was laying on her back, smiling, giggling, and panting. She looked thoroughly sated. My mom, was poised, calm, and, just a bit, mischievous. But, now it was awkward again. With the sex part over, I was just laying naked in a room with my naked mom and aunt, and while the second part of that was still hot, the first part was making me nervous again.
Donât get me wrong, it had been hot, and taboo, and erotic DURING⌠but now that it was over, I felt like I should be in trouble, and that was just making me anxious.
My mom misread my expression and wagged a finger at me. âOne time only young man. Donât get me wrong, I likeâŚâ and then momâs eyes roamed over my body, pausing at my crotch; where she smiled appreciatively. â⌠what you have to offer. And it was very fun to play with you⌠but obviously, Iâm your mother, so this canât be a thingâ. At that, my aunt seemed to snap out of her haze.
My aunt protested, talking about how amazing it had been for her, and my mom countered with the fact that she was my real, biological mother⌠But that wasnât the end of it, and a back and forth started. The two of them debated for a bit, the phrase, âwhy donât you just fuck your own son?â was overheard, but after a few minutes of not being included, I decided I really, really wanted pants on again.
I had started to get dressed when my mom came up to me and placed one hand on mine, stopping me from getting dressed. She placed her other hand  on my shoulder and turned to back towards my aunt, walking with me like we were going to have a heart to heart.Â
âSonâ, she began. âI want you to imagine that I had your aunt babysit you again, say tonight. But when I got home, I had no money to pay her, and I asked you to please pay her for me, but the only form of payment she would accept from you, was sex. Because you were her secret fantasyâ.
âWhat!?â I said, starting to feel like Iâd lost more control over my life in the last 2 hours in than in all the years leading up to those two hours. But mom just reached out with her left hand, and began to touch and fondle me, getting me hard with delicate fingers that worked expertly. As she explained that it was just a fantasy, but that she and my aunt had banged out a new deal, and it involved some banging on my part as well.
I had no idea what the parameters of the new deal were, but my aunt greeted me like an old lover, and her and my mother both gently touched, stroked, kissed, and licked me anywhere and everywhere as they made me hard and horny all over again. Then my aunt bent over, and I was guided to her entrance by my own motherâs hand before pushing in and feeling my dick enveloped by the woman of my dreamâs pussy.
This time my auntâs wild, bucking lust was constantly under the watchful eye of my mother, who continuously brought her back to a slower, more sensual pace. I took her in several positions, and often time my mother would order her to lick her pussy, or her ass, or just to place kisses all over one part of  her body.
It was such a hot, slow, erotic building of pressure and heat an intimacy, that I only hesitated for a moment when my mom said, âmy turnâ, and spread herself out like a gourmet meal on the table in the living room.
For some reason, after everything, mom said that she couldnât look into my eyes while her own son âslid his dick homeâ. So she went from riding me reverse cowgirl, to having my aunt sit on her face, to having me take her from behind while she licked at my aunt so she wouldnât be tempted to turn around.
As to how she felt⌠My aunt wasnât my first pussy, but it was the best Iâd ever had up to that point. A decade of lusting after the same woman will do that. But for as good as my aunt felt, it was nothing compared to mom. Her cunt was the tightest, wettest, warmest grip I had ever experienced, and felt better than I had ever imagined.
Even when I had her bent over, she still clenched, and pushed back, and moaned in ways that proved she was a lover whose skill was beyond description.
In fact, I actually lasted a long time thanks to cumming just before, and both of them doing their best to help out with that. But as soon as I started to think about what my momâs swinger lifestyle might have included, or what she must have done on the path to becoming such a sex-expert, I lost it.
I warned them that I was about to cum, and they quickly shifted so that I could pull out. âIn my mouthâ mom told me as she hit her knees in front of me, and my aunt quickly joined her. If I hadnât been about to cum before, the sight of my momâs married hand, still wearing the wedding ring that was present in my every memory of her, jerking me off hard and fast onto both her and my long time dream-woman; definitely would have sealed the deal.Â
But as she began jerking me off into her mouth, she apparently changed her mind. Because no sooner had I started cumming, than mom told me to âCum all over your motherâs face baby.â Then she shifted her hand slightly, pleading with me to, âShoot that hot cum on mommyâs tits. Yesss! Get your auntie too baby, shoot that hot cum on both of us!â. She went on like that for a solid minute as she jerked, and sucked, and pointed my cock making me cum in both their mouths, and on both their faces, and on both sets of tits too.
When I was done, my aunt took me back to her shower and âhelped me get cleanâ. Then I got dressed, and when I came out, mom had showered in another bathroom, and was also dressed.
As we said our goodbyes, it seemed like everything was back to normal. Like I had imagined the whole thing. Which, of course, was the way they wanted things. But even as momâs words, âone time onlyâ echoed in my head, I couldnât help but think that it took less than 10 minutes before we went a second time. It gave me hope, that maybe this wouldnât be me last adventure with my longtime fantasy woman, my aunt, and my brand new fantasy woman, my mom.
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