Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older.
This story contains male BISEXUALITY. I've read to warn people about that.
It turns out that having a family orgy can lead to some awkwardness. I don't know what I expected. More orgies? Actually, what I expected was for the drugs to wear off and things to go back to normal which, now that I think about it, was not realistic at all. Actually, I probably should have been surprised there wasn't a huge blowout or mom and dad took us to counseling or something. Instead things were...as I said...awkward. And tense. Eventually I realized the tension was sexual. There were the lingering glances and the sentences started but not completed, the looks, the wordless mouthing of sentiments not expressed. As a couple of weeks went by, I came to think that I'd overdosed my family, that putting so much drug in the brownies had led to our whole family becoming horny for each other all the time.
Our family's habits changed, starting with clothes. My sister Mary, who used to lounge in sweats, now went around the house wearing off-the-shoulder shirts, one or both bra straps visible on top, the outline of her breasts visible under the loose garments. On the bottom she wore tight pants in a variety of colors, the contours of her hips, legs and ass outlines made painfully clear. And heels. She wore heels around the house. And full makeup including big hair. Dad's clothing, always fitting, became positively tight. I don't know whether he was getting more muscular - he was certainly spending more time at the gym - or he had bought shirts that were more fitted or even too small. He was also letting his beard grow just a little, just enough so it brought out his chiseled features and made him look like a model on a TV commercial. Mom was trying the hardest of all. She started wearing dresses from her closet that were obviously a size too small. They did the job of accentuating her huge tits and ass but they also gathered in weird places and didn't zip all the way up. She worked on that, though, by starving herself, living on salads. Over the weeks I saw her zippers creep further and further up on her dresses as she got thinner and thinner, though the biggest difference was in her waist. At one point, I saw her putting more darts in a dress so that it fit her hourglass profile more closely.
For some reason, I realized, the rest of my family's sexual urges were fixated mainly on me. Our parents were also interested in Mary but nowhere near as much as me. My sister, for her part, seemed to have minimal interest in them while they had no interest in each other. Dad was, perhaps, the most subtle. He would clap my shoulder as he always had, saying things like, "That's great, champ." But now, his hand would linger just a bit too long and his eyes, appearing haunted, would look into mine, as if searching for something.
Somehow, Mary's advances were the most clumsy. She started hugging me, which she had never done before. There was always an excuse. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear blah blah blah." "Oh, that's so great. Blah blah blah." Then she would embrace me and squeeze me to her, breath warm on my ear. It would go on too long, so I started testing the boundaries, moving my hands further and further down her body. I didn't end up on her ass, but I did end up holding her hips like a couple slow dancing.
Mom was the most brazen. She kept slapping my ass. Like the rest, she would say something first. "I told you to do the dishes." Smack! "You're such a good boy!" Smack! Or, her favorite, "Scamp!" Smack!
The notes were what finally broke the tension. The invitations to debauchery gave us a way out and that was by having dates.
Time with Mother
Mom and I discussed going to buy her lingerie but we agreed that doing it in our own area invited disaster. Somebody seeing us who knew us could cause all kinds of problems. So a shopping trip turned into an overnight trip. We decided to drive two hours to the large Canadian city near our house. In addition to letting us be anonymous, the drinking age was 18 so I could imbibe. Once that became our plan, I immediately had to deal with a jealous sister and father. To placate them, I scheduled it so Mary would have the next weekend with me and dad the one after that. It looked to be quite the month for 18-year-old Joe.
During the ride up to the city we didn't talk about normal mother son stuff, like previous family road trips. Instead we discussed how she was going to keep on her wedding ring so that people would assume she was having an affair with a younger guy. As planned, we went to Victoria's Secret and she tried on lingerie. We finally settled on a sheer pink corset. It pushed her breasts up to make them seem even more full and had garters and matching pink stockings. Finishing it off was a pink sheer g-string, the triangle in front haloed by her curly black bush. The saleswoman seemed to have no problem with me watching and commenting on the clothes mom tried on. Though she did give me a side eye like she knew which sin we were committing. Of course, it was so much more than she thought.
Over the lingerie, mom wore a shiny blue-green shirt that was off the shoulder and a black miniskirt. She'd curled her hair and done her makeup to look kind of slutty. I dropped her at the restaurant then went and checked in at the hotel. By the time I got back, it'd been an hour. This was part of the fantasy. She was waiting at the bar alone, having already rebuffed two attempts to pick her up. "I kind of wanted to fuck them," she told me, a little tipsy already, "or do a threesome or orgy but I didn't want to miss the time to do this stuff with just you."
We ate steak for dinner. It was a nice restaurant ("Your father comes here for business but has never brought me.") They carded me so I could drink but not my mom so they didn't see that we had the same last name. Because it was a nice restaurant, the tablecloths went to the floor. We both slipped off a shoe and started playing footsie. I felt her stocking foot caressing my calf while I felt the polyester tights on her calf with my own foot. We both went up to the knee, then the thigh. Her leg was getting warmer as I felt the stocking with my foot. When it was in her skirt above the stocking, I felt her bare flesh, her skin smooth and warm.
Mom grabbed my calf and guided my leg until it was fully in her crotch, her thighs pressing on either side. I wiggled my toes and felt the soft folds of her pussy while she grinned maniacally at me, the hand holding her wine glass shaking. I pulled her foot to my own crotch, her calf firm and muscular under her stockings. She started rubbing her foot on my hardening cock.
After dinner, back in the car, she sat sideways looking at me as I undid my pants and pulled out my cock, hard, pulsing, precum at the tip. Reaching up and grabbing my mother by the back of the head, I wasn't gentle as I pulled it to my lap where she wrapped her lips around me and started sucking. I had barely put the car into drive and pulled onto the street when I came, curling up on myself, ramming her head down with one hand while driving my hips up. She swallowed dutifully then kept sucking. Squirming until the oversensitivity stopped, I then just let her suck my cock, bobbing her head up and down, licking the circumcised head. When we got to the bar, she sat back up. Watching her wiping her mouth and reapplying her lipstick turned me on even more.
We stood together at the bar and drank and occasionally danced. On the dance floor, mom would hold her hands up and move so her tits jiggled and her hips moved back and forth while I sidled around. I had a hard time matching the rhythm. At the bar, I would keep my hand glued to her ass and she did the same to mine. In between sips, we would kiss deeply. I could taste her wine spritzers as our tongues wrestled. One of us would bite playfully at the other's tongue or pull on their lips with their teeth.
At one point, I pushed my mother up against the wall as we kissed. Slowly I pulled the back of her skirt up until her asscheeks, bare except for the garters, were pressed against the sticky surface. Caressing her soft skin with my hands, I then looped them into the bands of the g-string and pulled it down to her thighs. We kept kissing and I pushed my knee between her legs. Her skirt had come up enough that I could get it to her pussy and rub my kneecap against her soft skin, making her hold me close and sigh in my ear. I didn't see if anybody was looking, but I hoped they were, seeing me feel up my mom's ass and pussy in public. When we broke it off, she pulled down her skirt then pulled her g-string off and threw it, soaking, into the trash.
Back at the room, I was insatiable. I pulled off my shirt then tore hers over her head to reveal the pale skin of her large chest. Her nipples were clearly visible pressing against the sheer pink material of her lingerie top. Pushing my own mother back onto the bed, I crawled between her legs while I worked at my pants. Pulling the pink fabric of her bodice top down far enough so that her tits came free, I started sucking one large mammary. Mom pulled her skirt up around her waist, her legs up and open. She still had on her stockings and her black heels as she wrapped her legs around my hips.
Guiding my cock to my mother's pussy, I found that she was soaking wet. Sliding in easily, I thrust, hard, pelvis smashing pelvis. "Oh, baby," my mother cried into my ear. "Fuck mommy's pussy." I had my arms under her thighs and was holding her big asscheeks in my hands as I thrust into her, fast and furious. She came almost immediately. "Oh, yes!!!" she screamed and started convulsing, curling up, squeezing my arms with her thighs, biting at my ear. As I pulled out and off of my mother, she grabbed at me. "Oh, please, don't stop."
"Hush, bitch," and I slapped my mother's face. She looked surprised but started helping me as I dragged her thighs towards the end of the bed. When I threw them down she turned over onto her stomach. Skirt still around her waist, her tits were pressed against the coverlet and her stockinged legs were draped over the end. Her big ass opened up to her wet pussy covered in black hair. I grabbed a handful of curls on her head and pulled it up as I started spanking her big bare ass.
"You" spank "are" spank "such" spank "a" spank "naughty" spank "girl!" spank.
I kept spanking as she sang out. "Oh, yes, daddy, I mean, son, I've been such a naughty girl!"
Her ass was turning a nice shade of pink, handprints appearing then obscured by new overlapping handprints. "I" spank "am" spank "your" spank "son." spank ""You" spank "are" spank "such" spank "a" spank "fucking" spank "slut!" spank.
"Oh, yes, son, I am such a fucking slut!"
Her ass was turning bright red now. "You" spank "will" spank "do" spank "whatever" spank "I" spank "want" spank "and" spank "do" spank "it" spank "whenever" spank "I" spank "want" spank "you" spank "filthy" spank "dirty" spank "whore."
"Oh, yes, I'll do whatever you want whenever you want. I'm a filthy dirty whore. I'll do you and I'll do your friends and we can make your father watch!" That turned me on but probably not for the reason mom would have thought.
Mom's ass was cherry red and she was flinching with each hit now so it was obviously sore. "Beg me to fuck your ass," I said.
"Oh, please, son, fuck mommy's ass. Fuck it hard. Fuck it long. Fuck it dry. Just please fuck it!" She was rubbing her cunt with her hand, shepherding juices to her asshole. So much for fucking it dry.
