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.