My mom, the slut… (Ch 1, 2 & 3) by darkride
Discover the titillating world of desire and taboo in “My Mom, the Slut… (Ch 1, 2 & 3)” by darkride. This provocative adult erotic story explores forbidden fantasies and tantalizing encounters that will leave you breathless and wanting more. Dive into a narrative that pushes boundaries and ignites your imagination—are you ready to indulge?
Twins Sandy and Steven learn about their parent’s exploration into Domination and submission…
This is the introduction to the story – the first 3 chapters. FYI – It is a slow-burn. This is about the journey of exploration, not just a quickie. Some tags are for future chapters.
My mom, the slut
by Darkride
2023
Prelude
Sandy strode into her parents’ bedroom and sat herself down upon their bed, crossed her legs, and watched through the open bathroom doorway as her parents finished getting ready for their night out. Her father Aaron was already dressed, and seemed to be fussing over one of the straps on his wife Maryanne’s dress as she tried to finish applying her mascara. Sandy heard her mother asking her father a question, before she called out to her daughter, “Your father ordered the pizzas for 7 o’clock. We might be late home; thought we might check out that new wine bar after the movie, okay, so – don’t wait up.”
As Aaron came out of the bathroom he paused to adjust the crotch of his pants briefly, before giving his daughter a slightly awkward smile. He crossed over and, leaning over the bed, gave her a warm hug and kiss on her forehead. “Love you, sweetie,” he said softly. Sandy returned the smile and briefly hugged him back before he headed for the door. “Two minutes, hon,” he called out to Maryanne as he left the room.
“Coming!” Maryanne replied, as she too left the bathroom and walked over to give Sandy a quick hug and kiss, before using her finger to wipe the lipstick off her daughter’s cheek. Sandy’s earlier smile for her father however was gone. “What’s this, like – three Friday’s in a row now, mom?” Sandy quizzed her mother with a frown. When she didn’t get a reply, Sandy added “Do you really need to get that dressed up just for the movies?”
Maryanne was wearing a rather sexy black open-backed dress. As a 42 year old mom of twin teens, she was no longer the lithe young girl that Aaron had fallen in love with in their final year of high school, but she still cut a sexy curvy figure, with her long red hair cascading over her shoulders. “Let’s not do this again please, Sandy. I’ve been a mom for 18 years, I think I’m allowed to have a few nice evenings out with my husband?” she retorted, walking toward the door.
“And please, try not to fight with your brother while we’re gone,” she said, before heading out into the hall. Sandy remained on the bed, pouting.
Maryanne knocked on the door of the room opposite her own, then popped her head inside. She yelled out “Steven!” to get her son’s attention as he sat staring at his dual PC screens, headphones over his ears. “We’re going now. Pizzas are coming. Look after your sister.” Steven gave a brief nod, before turning back to his game. Maryanne closed the door, and hurried off toward the garage where Aaron was waiting.
As the car pulled away, Sandy opened the door to her brother’s bedroom, entering without hesitation. Steven looked up as she moved straight over to his desk. “Well?” Sandy said after staring at him for a moment, her hands gesturing openly.
“Dad definitely ordered us pizzas,” replied Steven.
“So the screen sharing worked? You saw what he was doing? What else did he do?” Sandy asked her brother.
“You know they’re our parents, and we’re their children, and they probably deserve some privacy, right?”
“You saw something! What was it?” Sandy turned her gaze toward her brother’s screens but saw only a battlefield.
Steven took a breath. “I watched him while he order the pizzas… he got you a margarita…”
“I don’t care about the fucking pizzas, Stevie!” Sandy exclaimed in frustration. “I want to know what they’re doing every Friday night. I want to know what they’re not telling us.”
Steven looked at his younger sister. He was the older brother, by 10 minutes. Even though it was only a few minutes, he still felt the role of big brother on his shoulders.
“Ok, look, I was busy killing people,” Steven admitted, talking about his game, “but, when I looked up again, I saw him confirming a motel booking. He closed the window before I could get a snapshot, and yes – I checked – there was no history, so he must have done it in a private window. But, that doesn’t mean they are doing anything wrong. Maybe they just, you know, want some privacy cos of their snooping, obsessive daughter.”
A hand shot out and smacked Steven up the back of his head, half playfully, as Sandy pouted. “I’m not obsessive.”
Her brother raised his eyebrows. “Says the girl who kept a diary of how many times our parents have gone out at night in the past 9 months. Not obsessive…”
“You admitted you were curious too!” she retorted.
Steven shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just glad mom and dad seem to be happy. Hasn’t always been that way.”
“So, what was the name of the motel?” Sandy asked, trying not to sound too obsessed.
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Thirty minutes later, inside a comfortable clean room at the moderately priced Twin Oaks Motel, Maryanne and Aaron stood staring eagerly into each others eyes, as he slowly undressed his wife, carefully placing her clothes over the back of a chair. As Aaron pulled down his wife’s panties, he inhaled her excited scent, staring at her wet, smooth pussy lips.
“I love how wet you get, now…”
One of their phones buzzed, and the couple looked expectantly toward the door.
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Chapter One
One Month Later…
Steven and his mother Maryanne were sitting at the dining table, facing each other. Steven had his phone out, scrolling, as his mother fidgeted, waiting. She glanced nervously toward the hallway.
Sandy was in her bedroom, with her father standing in the doorway. He preferred not to venture too far into her clothing-strewn room. “C’mon hon, family meeting remember,” he told her in his normal calm voice. Aaron was 5’11” and went for a run most mornings, so although middle age was catching up with him, sending his black hair salt and pepper and showing a modest pot belly, he was in reasonable shape.
Sandy rolled her eyes and dramatically stood up from her desk where she had been trying to attend to her homework. “Okay, fine, but seriously dad – if mom tells me off for not cleaning my room again…” As Sandy stalked past him, Aaron took a deep breath, adjusted his pants, and followed his daughter to the dining room.
As father and daughter joined the table, Maryanne asked Steven to put his phone away, then smiled at her husband as she felt his hand reach out under the table toward her. Taking it in hers, she turned back to look at their children. The twins were in many ways like chalk and cheese. Steven was tall like his father, whilst Sandy was barely 5’4″. Sandy definitely had her mother’s temper, whilst Steven took most things in his stride. Little wonder then, she thought, that Sandy was already glowering at her before she could even start the meeting, whilst Steven sat patiently waiting for her.