My Mom Is a Slut Ch. 01

Opening a new window on her laptop, Sandy started googling. She had been viewing pornographic sites for a few years - when the "mood" took her - but she had mostly kept to pretty tame websites. It was one of her friends who had convinced her to watch 50 Shades of Grey on a sleepover, and she had mostly spent the night with a pillow over her face. As soon as she started searching some of the new terms inspired by her parents revelation, a bunch of sites started popping up that were clearly a lot more intense than what she had seen before.

Just as she started to disappear down the rabbit hole, a knock at her door saw her slam the laptop shut. "Yes?" Sandy called out, and sat up a little as her dad entered her room, carefully picking his footfalls through the dirty clothes to her bed.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Aaron asked his baby girl.

Sandy curled her lip. "It's just a lot to process, dad..."

Aaron pulled Sandy into a hug, and was relieved when she put her arms around him. Sandy felt however as though her father was keeping a little distance between them.

"I know, I know. Just remember we both love you, and your brother, and always will."

Aaron kissed his daughter on the forehead and said goodnight.

Sandy re-opened the laptop and resumed her inquiries before again slamming the screen shut as her mother knocked once and walked into her room. "You could like, at least pause before you walk in, mom. I could have been in here masturbating or anything," Sandy quipped snidely.

Maryanne walked straight over top of Sandy's clothes, and sat next to her. "Then I hope you cleaned that dildo I bought for you; it was sitting on the floor the other day," Maryanne replied with an innocent smile.

"Mom!" Sandy blushed and quickly conceded the war of words that she'd started, checking the bedroom open door and hoping her dad and brother were not in earshot. The arrival of the dildo into Sandy's life had been completely unexpected, especially coming from her mother, but had quickly become very welcome.

Maryanne clearly wanted to say something, ask something, but in the end all she could manage was to ask her daughter if she was okay, and then told her not to stay up too late, before giving her a kiss goodnight.

As soon as the door was closed, Sandy went back to her laptop. For a while she scrolled through a plethora of sex sites, sometimes gasping in shock at the descriptions and images, sometimes hurriedly closing windows in fright at what she had seen, as she tried to learn more about what it was that her parents were exploring, based on the limited information they had offered. Imagines of people clad in leather, PVC, or in nothing but ropes and chains seemed a common theme. Bare red bottoms, or worse - bottoms bearing harsh red marks and even welts - shocked Sandy's rather innocent mind. When a third knock came at her door, she cursed under her breath. "For fuck's sake! Yes what now?!" she yelled as she again hurried slammed her laptop shut. This time, Steven entered her room.

"Hey sis," he said as he wandered casually over and lay himself across her bed on his side.

Sandy sat up and apologized, before lying about trying to do her homework, but everyone was interrupting her. As she moved into a cross-legged position facing her brother, Sandy received another little surprise. Perusing all of those sex sites had left her feeling more than a little aroused. Her nipples were poking against her pyjama top, and sitting as she now was, she could feel that the fabric of her cotton boxer bottoms was clearly damp against her privates. She instinctively pulled her pillow onto her lap as Steven asked the question of the night - was she okay?

"Everyone wants to know if I'm okay tonight! I don't know if I'm okay! I just found out my parents are fucking other people! That's a lot of not okay, I think?!"

Steven smiled at his sister, the infuriating smile he did when she was exasperated.

"You can stop that, too!" Sandy snarled briefly, but then gave her brother a grin and threw the pillow at him.

Steven threw it back at her, and then asked the million dollar question. "So... have you thought about it, yet? Are you going to stay home this weekend?"

"I don't know," Sandy replied with a shrug. "What do you think they meant by - we'll see things?"

This time Steven shrugged.

"Are you going to stay?" Sandy returned the question.

Her brother paused for a moment. "I'm thinking about it... I mean - by the sounds of it mom and dad want these people to be in their life, so we're going to meet them sooner later, right? May as well get it over with."

Sandy's eyes widened slightly. "Oh god... I hadn't really thought.... this wont be a one time thing, will it?"

"That Pink concert was what - nearly a year ago?" Steven pondered.

Sandy changed the subject. "Do you think... I mean... I know you haven't had sex, but if you had a girlfriend, would you want her to be having sex with another guy?"

Steven laughed. "Yeah, cos you're having sex all over the place, Little Miss Virgin. I don't know. I don't think so? But - if it works for mom and dad..."

"I wouldn't want my boyfriend having sex with anyone but me!" Sandy thought out loud. "And I wouldn't want to have sex with a bunch of other people..." Sandy looked at her brother as he clearly contemplated that concept himself and smiled. She threw the pillow back at him. "Pervert!"

Steven caught the pillow, and gave his sister a wink, before adopting a more sombre expression.

"You really shouldn't have slut-shamed mom."

Sandy frowned. "I know... it just came out. You know what I'm like. All mouth. I'll apologize properly, I promise," she said as she crossed her heart with her finger.

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Maryanne was sitting in her bed, covers pulled up, with her laptop on her lap. In the bathroom Aaron was in the shower.

slave m

yes, Master, she seems to be ok now. i still can't believe she called me a slut.

Master Nathan

This was a big shock for her. you are her mom, she has spent the past few years since puberty trying not to think of you or her father as sexual beings, and she has grown up in a very Christian-centric culture. Remember how you felt before you met me.

slave m

lol yes Master, You are right, as always.

Master Nathan

I'm very proud of you both for having this conversation with them. I know it was very difficult. Is slave aaron still in the shower?

slave m

Yes Master he is.

Master Nathan

When he gets out he is to lick you for 10 minutes, but no orgasm.

slave m

Yes, Master. i understand.

"Mom?" Sandy walked quietly into the room, making her mother startle and slam the laptop closed. "Can we talk?"

Maryanne moved the laptop aside and sat up a little, the tops of her breasts clearly showing that she was at least topless under the covers. "Of course, Sandy." She patted the bed next to her. Sandy perched herself next to her mom. It was not a surprise to her that her mother was naked under the sheet. She knew that of all of her family, she was the only person who still slept in pyjamas. Her parents always kept robes by the bed that they could easily put on if needed, and her brother pretended to sleep in boxers, but they were usually on the floor if she was ever sent in to wake him up in the morning.

"I'm sorry I called you a slut, mom." Sandy spoke sincerely to her mother. "I just... I wasn't expecting... and..."

"I want you to understand, really understand how much I love your father, Sandy. I know you were thinking that I was being some horrible cheating - slut - but it isn't like that..." Maryanne tried to explain.

"What is it like...?" came Sandy's timid reply.

Maryanne put her hand on her daughter's cheek. "It's different to anything I'd known; its fun and exciting, and it feels amazing."

"That's all very vague mom," Sandy gave her mother a little smile.

"Do you want details - "

"No!" Sandy exclaimed, before chewing her lip. "Maybe? No! Probably not."

"Have you thought about whether you are going to stay home on the weekend?" Maryanne hesitantly asked her daughter.

Sandy looked at the floor. "I talked with Steven... We... we decided we would stay."

Maryanne's face broke into a broad smile. "I'm so pleased to hear that, sweetie. I was hoping you would both agree to meet Master and Mistress."

As they were talking Aaron had exited the shower. Upon hearing his daughter's voice, he quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, and another to dry himself. He emerged from the bathroom and sat a little awkwardly on the bed, making sure his towel did not fall. Sandy couldn't help but find it a little odd. Just as she knew her family all slept naked, it also was not super unusual for "nuddie runs" at shower time. It made her realize that this wasn't the first time in recent memory that her dad had avoided being seen naked...

Sandy kissed her mom good night for a second time, went round to her father's side of the bed and kissed him, too, before leaving the room.

Maryanne had her laptop open as soon as the door was closed.

slave m

Master! The kids are going to stay home!

Master Nathan

Excellent! We're both so pleased that we will finally get to meet them.

slave m

Sandy just apologized for what she said, too.

Master Nathan

See, I told you you had raised two good kids.

slave m

Thank-you, Master. goodnight. xxx

Maryanne looked at Aaron, who had finally ditched his towel and gotten under the covers. "Now get down there and lick my cunt!" she grinned, pulling at her husband eagerly. Aaron couldn't help but smile at the new confidence and forwardness of his horny wife. As he settled in under the covers between his wife's legs, he could already smell her aroma before his face was even close to her pussy. Talking to Master always made Maryanne wet, and tonight she seemed extra excited.