All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story has been in works for a couple years and almost abandoned a few times entirely. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, but it is what it is.
LIBERAL LIBIDO
I grew up in a house where words like 'modesty' and 'shame' had no meaning. Mom was a biker chick who raised me in the rough and tumble world that that lifestyle provided. She was careful what she did around me as I grew, but her casual and dismissive attitude towards anything and everything rubbed off on me. I took school as a joke growing up. I often failed simply due to complacency which made it
not
failing in my eyes.
I didn't care for the traditional roles people took up in their lives and neither did Mom. She pushed me through school with the motivation that one day, I'll be able to pursue fulfilling my dream of being a biker full time. She was fair with me, though, and routinely reminded me of the opportunities that the world offered me if ever I chose to go after them. I unintentionally closed the door to those other opportunities when I failed two grades. I saw it as the world closing its doors to me once again and my dream to become a biker solidified inside me.
Mom was a tall, well-tanned woman who maintained her hair in a braided ponytail. She carried knives, knew how to use guns, and would curse you out if you crossed paths with her in a way she didn't much approve of. She would hug you the first time she met you, and comfort you if you were a friend in need. She also used her body any way she liked. Don't get me wrong, Mom wasn't a hooker by any means. She just had that hippy, liberal mindset where friends can fuck each other and not get attached. These were the things I learned on my eighteenth birthday.
She took me to a local strip club where the gang hung out on Saturday nights. She explained on the way there that I was to go around to the back and I would be let in there and taken to one of the champagne rooms. I knew why. The club was twenty-one and over only, but the Sheriff always turned a blind eye to the gang because they were good for business and good for the town.
He always said, "I can't stop what I can't see and that I ain't got time to go snoopin' 'round lookin' for trouble."
Mom met me in the room, gave me a beer and sat directly next to me. She liked being close to me, but because of the noise of the club, she needed to be close if I was to hear what she had yet to tell me. There was a change I saw in her. She wore her clothes loosely and wasn't shy about her body around me anymore. I saw the woman she'd been hiding my entire life. She spoke differently and the way she touched me was certainly something that I wasn't accustomed to.
We had a long conversation and it started with her telling me what was going to change at home immediately. She put her hand on my thigh and leaned in close to talk to me.
"I had a lifestyle before you were born that I gave up until today. It was for your own good but now the responsibility of figuring out what's good for you is now yours and yours alone. I will wear whatever clothes I want to wear in any fashion I care to wear them. I'm not afraid of showing my body and I'm not afraid of sex, Clint. I know you've been exposed to porn movies, but that stuff ain't real. I share my body with who I want, and I'm not scared of sharing where other people can see. You may see things at home or in the shop, club or wherever that you've not been exposed to before."
I followed every word, unsure how she kept it all away from me through the years.
"In our club, sex is just something fun we do. Yes, I'm bisexual and you may see me flirting with men
and
women. Hell, you might even see a lot more than that. The choice is up to you, though. If you want to watch, you can. If you don't, that's okay, too, Clint. Don't matter much to me, either way. You may even see me gettin' myself off somewhere that's not my room. You're welcome to watch that, too. Hell, you can get off watchin' me if you like. The point is, we do a lot of good for this community and we're a very special group. We keep it that way by being free to do what we want as individuals and not gettin' jealous, understand?"
I nodded but was still wildly confused.
"And to show you what I mean, Miss Libby would like to come in and give you a present. Come on in, Libby!" Mom said.
The door opened and a scantily clad woman walked in. Her panties barely covered her, and her bra was see-through.
"Most mommas wouldn't even do this for their sons. If any did, I guarantee you they would not sit here and watch. I'm going to, though, if that's okay with you?"
"I- I guess so," I muttered nervously.
"Well, good!" she replied. She got up and hugged Libby and kissed her lips before taking her by the hand and sitting her next to me.
"So, this is the birthday boy?" Libby asked.
"Yep, and I don't quite think he understands what's about to happen in this room," Mom said.
"Well, let's get started!" Libby said, tugging at my pants.
I stood up and let her pull my pants down. My boxers came with them, releasing my already hard cock out into the smokey air.
"Oh, this is a nice one," Libby commented, wrapping her hand around the base, and pointing it toward Mom for her concurrence.
Mom looked it over and said, "He didn't get that from his father, I can tell ya that much."
Libby stroked me and asked, "Is this going to be your first blowjob?"
I nodded nervously. She just smiled and took me in her mouth. It didn't take very long before I felt the urge to cum. I looked around in a panic trying to figure out what to do.
"Are ya gonna cum, baby? If so, all you have to do is tell her. Let her decide what to do with it."
"I'm- I'm going to cum if you keep goin' like that," I told Libby.
Her eyes looked up to meet mine and she just kept sucking me in and out of her mouth. My knees shook and I was hardly able to keep standing without bracing myself on something. Mom stood up and put her arm around me.
"Looks like she wants you to cum in her mouth," she said as if the entire situation was normal.
I looked at Mom just as my orgasm hit me. I clenched my teeth and my legs jerked hard as the first shot left my cock. Libby held eye contact with me as she drained my balls into her mouth. Mom also spared encouraging words, but they were never dirty. It sounded more like when she was teaching me to ride a bike for the first time.
"There you go!" she said. "Libby doesn't like a mess so, I figured she would have you do that."
It was as if it were something all moms did. I knew it wasn't, though. When I finished, I fell back onto the couch.
"Whoa, that was amazing," I said, almost out of breath. My cock had gone soft and was just laying against my stomach as I slouched.
"Welcome to a whole new world, Clint. Now that your mind is clear, there's other stuff to tell you."
She waited until I restored my clothes to keep telling me about the world I was just thrust into.
"With the other bikers, we do this a lot. It's very casual and nobody hides their sexuality. If someone wants a hand job, they simply can ask for one. They'll get one more often than not, but they don't go running into another room to hide it. The others also don't make a spectacle out of it. Imagine twenty other people in this room while Libby sucked you off. Some of them may have watched you but most would just ignore what was going on. If you've watched porn movies with orgies, it's not like that either. We share each other when the moment suites us without regard to who's there."
"So, you can just have sex with someone, and nobody bats an eye about it?" I asked.
"Yeah, pretty much. It took a long time to make this club into what it is. Finding people who think like us ain't easy."
The rest of the night went well. I got some presents from the guys in the biker club and a few of the girls came into the room and danced for me and Mom. It was interesting watching her be as handsy as I was toward the women. I had so many questions, but I wanted to wait. Eventually, the night had to come to a close and Mom requested I drive home.
On the way, she asked me my thoughts on what she had introduced me to. I told her I kind of liked it, but it would take some getting used to. She agreed that it would and asked me how I felt about her sexuality. I told her it didn't really bother me. I knew she wasn't particularly modest so really, none of it was overwhelming.
"I'm glad you said that because between watching Libby work her magic on you and those girls rubbin' themselves all over me, I am worked up beyond belief!"
Mom proceeded to unbutton her jeans and push them, along with her panties, down to her knees and spread her legs. Naturally, I stared, having never seen Mom naked before. It wasn't how I would have chosen to see Mom that way for the first time, but I knew she was excited to let loose.
"When I said you can watch me, I didn't mean at the expense of our safety, boy! You drive and let me cum," she said.
She shifted about in her seat until she was comfortable and began masturbating right next to me. When she said I was thrust into something new, she sure meant it. Mom didn't moan or grunt or anything like that. She took her time. Her head was tossed back as if she was sleeping but her hand still toyed with her pussy. I caught as many glimpses as I could if it was safe. I knew in that moment that I enjoyed Mom's body and looked forward to seeing that new side of her.
Soon, I saw her legs shake slightly and her fingers slow until she let out a large breath and smiled widely. She waited a while before looking over at me.
"That was good," she huffed as she restored her clothing. "See, it really is that easy."
"So, if I wanted to, I could just jerk off on the couch in the TV room while you're in there?" I asked.
"If you wanted to. Clint, there wouldn't be a need to go to your room, cum, and then come back out. I would know what you were doing anyway. Just skip the bullshit and relieve yourself there. Hell, if something on the TV made ya horny, it might have done the same to me. We can both cum and move on with the day, ya know?"
I had questions I was nervous to ask, and Mom knew it.
"You want to ask me something?" she asked.
"I mean, I guess I could understand all this if you were anyone but my mom. I can understand being comfortable around someone but how is it that you're suddenly so comfortable not only being nude around me but engaging in sex acts while I'm nearby? It seems like a big leap to me."
"You're a man now, Clint. I will treat you as such until you give me reason otherwise, got it? If you're really a man, I expect you to be able to handle the way I want to live my life now that you're of age."
"So, just like that?"
"Yeah, just like that! I'm not tryin' to be mean to ya, son, but if you don't like seeing me nude, touchin' myself or having sex, then off ya go!"
