The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 15: Truth or Dare Part 1.
Hello, everybody. I'm glad so many of you are still with me. However, we are almost caught up to the present day, and when we have, I, as well as you, will have to wait to see what happens to me next. I have two more tales to tell you before I put down my pen and paper (so to speak).
If you remember, my last tale ended with my father doing what he was supposed to have done on my eighteenth birthday and 'introducing me to sex with a dominant partner'. It was possibly the most emotionally powerful thing that I've ever experienced. After receiving a 'parting gift' from my mother, I made my way home. I wished my husband would be there, but alas, he and my daughter were still in Germany. They would soon be moving to Amsterdam, where he would pitch his business to another major banking chain. An account that, if we got it, would secure Muggleton Consultancy's immediate future.
I take up my tale the morning after making love to my father.
I arrived home to find everyone except my son, Johnny, was gone. A little deflated because I really wanted to share my experience with everyone, I walked inside. Johnny took me into his strong arms and hugged me tightly. I relaxed against my son's powerful chest and sighed. "Where did everyone go?" I asked.
"I asked everyone to give us some space," Johnny explained. "I wanted to check in with you and ensure everything is good in your world."
And suddenly, I was teary. "Everything is mostly okay," I sniffled, showing that everything really wasn't.
"Mostly?" Johnny asked as he picked me up and carried me to my room.
"Well, after I'd first seen Edgar damned Fontaine and you and I made love that same day, I began my journey into becoming a world-class slut Mommie. In the beginning, it was really exciting because I was sneaking around behind your father's back, doing the kinds of things that he'd done to me for years. Plus, I was experiencing new things all the time. But after our plan to seduce Frank the wiener dick away from his house so you and Freddy could wipe my photos from his computer and cloud account went to poo, and the cops had to shoot Frank, your father found out some of what I'd been doing.
"Johnny, I thought my marriage was over, you know? Plus, I thought that even if it survived, I'd be back on a short leash again, limited to only making love with my husband. Then, your father tosses all that up in the air by telling me he loves that I've become a 'hot wife', or maybe more accurately, a 'slut wife'. Now I'm having even more adventures than before, and I have no regrets, but it's not as much fun as it was when it felt like I was punishing your dad for all those years he screwed around on me."
Johnny lay me on my bed and quickly stripped my clothing off me. He stripped off, too, and joined me on the bed.
"Would you like to stop, Mom?" Johnny asked. "I could call Dad, and we can take away our permission for you to play with others. I'm not sure how that would affect you and me, or Krissy and Dad, though. Would we and they have to stop playing with each other, too?"
"I'm not sure I can stop, Johnny," I admitted as I slid down the bed to take my son's already rigidly stiff erection in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around Johnny's long shaft and danced my tongue over its head, stabbing repeatedly into Johnny's cock's eye. Feeling my son's big balls tightening against his shaft, I quickly slid my hand down and engulfed his entire cock. When my nose hit his hairy abdomen, I locked my lips around his shaft and sucked voraciously.
"Faaarrrkkk, Mom!!!!" Johnny hissed as his prostate cramped, and he filled my mouth with salty man goo.
Knowing Johnny's cock was quite sensitive immediately after he'd blown, I reluctantly let him out of my mouth and moved up to face him. Johnny kissed my sticky lips and pressed his forehead to mine.
"I'm not sure what you want, Mom?" He said. "How can I make you feel better?"
"I don't know, either," I replied as I thought about why I was feeling like I did. "I think it's because you and your father don't seem to be controlling my sluttish behaviour but are almost encouraging it. Is it because your father wants to continue fucking everything that moves like he did before that night Frank got shot? Is that it? If he lets me fuck around, then he can, too?"
"Dad and I have talked about this a lot, Mom," Johnny assured me. "Dad has promised the only one he'll have sex with while he's away with Krissy is Krissy. He looked me in the eye and swore he would 'keep it in his pants'. Well, that's what he said. I think he feels guilty about all the women he's banged behind your back and doesn't think he has the right to tell you "no"."
"So, if I fuck enough men outside our marriage, then his sins are forgiven because we're even? Johnny, if that's why he's encouraging me to be 'less in control', then this stops immediately. I never minded that he fucked others because I was brought up to know that it was the price I paid to remain married to a rich, successful, sexually dominant man. Despite his many affairs, I never doubted your father's love for me and that I was always first in his affections. I will admit that hearing he allowed Amanda to introduce him as her husband when they were overseas was distressing, but that's water under the bridge now."
Johnny held me as I sobbed quietly, and he contemplated what his father had told him. Eventually, he replied, "I don't think Dad is a cuckold, i.e. I doubt he'd react well to you bringing a man home and forcing him to watch you fuck him. However, I think Dad's realised he's quite the voyeur and loves fucking in a group with you. Therefore, he's encouraging you to expand your sexual horizons, knowing he'll get to share a lot of those horizons with you. Besides, Mom," he added. "You know there's a whole genre of homemade porn out there dealing with hot or slut wives, and I think Dad's right into it."
That, kind of, made sense, so I snuggled closer to my son and wrapped my hand around his still swollen but mostly deflated todger. I tipped my head back and turned my face up, hoping for a kiss. Johnny obliged briefly before sliding lower and suckling my puffy nipples. My nipples have always been one of my most prominent features. Even when I wear a bra, my nipples tend to tent my tops. I know that a lot of women don't like how their nipples protrude because everyone stares at them. However, I love the attention, so having my nipples on display excites me rather than embarrasses me.
