Knowing I had plenty of time, I spent apportion of it just milling about, picking things up and looking for a few special things for the night. I raided the wine cellar, poured myself a glass of Merlot, taking care to make a mental note to replace the bottle before the weekend was over and went to the master bedroom.
"Damn the folks, really, had it nice." I thought to myself, as I seemingly saw things for the first time. Not knowing the reason why, I found myself in a snooping mode and started to rummage around, going through drawers and looking for "hiding" places that all parents seem to have. The business getaways had me curious and I just knew there was more to the story.
After a half hour, I had found nothing, with the exception of some very erotic underwear in one of my mother's drawers. "Right on mom – crotch-less, no less!" I thought, as I picked up and inspected the silky garment. I refolded and replaced the panties, hearing a scraping sound. Curiosity had me by then and I lifted the folded stack, finding a key.
"Ah - Ha! Secrets do exist!" I thought, turning the key over, in my fingers, and thinking, "But where?"
Human nature being what it is, curiosity had me in its firm grip by then. I became Sherlock Holmes - Hercule Perot and Charlie Chan, all rolled into one, on a mission of solving the "Great Key" mystery! I felt warm, for some reason – even a bit flushed and removed my shirt, as I slowly turned, surveying the room, "Where – where?" I kept repeating to myself.
My searched turn out to be fruitless, after nearly an hour and a half, but during the process, I removed the balance of my clothing and ended up stark naked, even growing semi-erect during my search. Frustrated, I stood in the middle of the large bedroom, scratching my ass – in a classic sign of wonderment, when I suddenly recalled the armoire, feeling something wasn't right about it. I had searched it earlier, finding night gowns and other feminine clothing items (some equally erotic as the panty drawer) and I had searched the lower drawers too.
I walked over and knelt in front of the large cabinet with my cock protruding, at half mast, held that way by my tightly closed legs and reached to open the doors. Slightly breathless, I slowly scanned the interior and found what it was that had bothered me minutes ago. I looked at the large space between the upper clothes hanging area and the first lower drawer, thinking, "I had over looked it!" recalling how the obvious is often the hardest to find.
The area was semi-round, a beautiful half circle of exotic wood, with no apparent seam, and there - on the left, was a key slot. I inserted the key and gave it a half turn and watched, in fascination, as the panels slid off to each side and the interior shelves slid out, in sequence. I felt my cock straining and relaxed my legs, allowing it to grow as it might, feeling I was victorious, as my breath came in shallow pants, my eyes focusing in on the contents.
The top left drawer, the smallest of all, contained jewelry, neatly arranged and strangely odd looking, the longer I stared at the drawer. My body knew instantly, what my brain had yet to register...The jewelry was all sex jewelry - clamps, beads, rings and bands! I reached to pull a string of beads out, touching the edge of the drawer and it slid closed, automatically, partially exposing the next drawer down, causing me to jump back. "Whoa - high tech too!" I thought, smiling to myself.
The next drawer, to the right, was nearly twice as large, containing items I knew instantly were for sexual pleasure – handcuffs, silk ties, blindfolds of different colors and shapes, fur gloves and more! I touched that drawer's edge and it too slid away, fully exposing the next drawer down.
This drawer was deep and ran the full width, containing bottle after bottle of lotions, oils, vibrators and dildos. The drawer was sectioned off and labeled and I read each label. "Massage – Heating – Flavored – Anal...Anal! Holy shit!" I thought reading to myself, reaching to touch the drawer's edge, eagerly wondering what the bottom drawer contained.
The last drawer took up the remaining space and was tightly sectioned off, in spaces large enough for DVD's and photo packets. Absently, I touched my cock head, finding it wet with pre-cum and rubbed it lightly, as I reached to grab what I thought was the latest photo packet. It was dated some three weeks ago, about the time the girls and I had spent time at the lake house.
I stopped rubbing my cock and slowly placed my fingers in my mouth, tasting the, salty, sticky liquid and licked them clean, before opening the packet. Inside were digitally printed photos and they took my breath away completely! The very first picture was of my mother, lying on her back with a firm grip on two large cocks and a huge smile on her face! With trembling hands I dropped the picture and pulled the next out, revealing my mother again, her lips wrapped around a large stiff cock, ass in the air, and a second cock buried deep in her rectum!
I felt a wave of heat flow through me, as I sat back on my bare ass, dropping the picture. I tried to swallow, as a second wave started in and I passed out, falling back onto the bedroom floor...
My dream was changing, the darkness turning light, as I watched my mother's red, pouting, lips encircle my cock head and her hand grasp my stiff cock. From somewhere, I heard voices, faint at first, talking in low, slow motion, words.
"Ohhhh – myyyy – Godddd – mommmm – anddddd – daddddd – arrrrrrr – swingerrrrrrrs!" the first voice said.
The dream mother pulled her lips from my cock head and starting flicking the head with her tongue, winking at me, as another voice came through the darkness.
"Barrrryyyyy...Wake uppppp Barrrryyyy!"
The dream faded to black and then slowly, I opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the room light. My chest felt heavy, as my eyes came into focus and I saw Mandy's naked form looming over me, her perfect tits swaying just above my face. Suddenly, I snapped from the state I was in, my eyes opening wide, as I realized what had happened, and grabbed my sister yelling,
"Holy shit Mandy...Mom and dad are swingers!"
"Ya – like we know already, jeeze Barry!" She replied, starting to laugh.
I knew my facial expression must have been a combination of quizzical looking and stupid, as Arlene joined in with Mandy, laughing hard. Seconds later, I felt Arlene's fingers close around my hard cock, as she tried to say,
"God, Mandy he got so hard he fainted!" and the laughter rekindled, to an even greater level.
I felt the heat in my cheeks, as I blushed, recalling the dream and pushed Mandy off, trying to rise from the floor. Mandy gave way and rolled off me, laughing hysterically, holding her belly. Arlene sat next to me, licking her fingers, in between her own laughter bouts.
"Shit, they got me again!" I thought, standing up feeling the tightness in my balls, wanting to cum, to relieve the hardness.
I strolled off, to find the wine bottle and glass left on the dresser, allowing my sisters to finish their laughing fit. The laughter subsided, as I poured a fresh glass and low murmuring started in, causing me to turn. The girls were eagerly grabbing more picture packets out of the drawer and dumping them on the floor and I gagged on the first sip of wine, trying to scream out,
"NO!"
With looks that they should have patented years ago, the girls turned to me and replied,
"What? Why?"
My pulse quickened and I felt my heart pounding in my chest, as I quickly returned and dropped to floor next them and mess they created. Slapping my forehead, I looked at them wild eyed and said,
