Mum

“I think we need to talk,” came Mum’s voice from the doorway. I sat up and blushed straight red. “It’s alright. I guess I can’t pretend you aren’t a sexual being,” she said as she closed the door and turned on the light.

She was wearing her fluffy robe and had a concerned look on her face. “But your Father? Kimmie, shouldn’t you be lusting after someone closer to your own age?”

I blinked several times, “Wait, that’s your concern?” I asked.

Mum shrugged, “We never let our children know this, but your Father and I are quite open, I mean, he goes on those long business trips, and we both get lonely.”

“You and Dad are swingers?” I asked, more loudly than I intended to.

Mum shrugged, “I don’t think you want to give the game away with your Father if you are going to continue. In fact, he cancelled a date for next weekend to spend time with you.”

“Dad cancelled a date he had planned for next weekend while you were away?” I asked.

She nodded, “You know Evari.”

“Dad’s fucking his secretary. Wow, that is so cliché,” I said.

“Well, it makes sense, seeing as they often go away. The deal is we only fuck other people while we are away from each other,” she explained.

I stood up, completely forgetting I was naked. I started to pace as my heart was racing. “This is unbelievable. My Mother is more worried that my Father is older than me than she is about him being my Father?”

Mum laughed, “Sit down and relax,” she told me.

I sat at the edge of the bed, and she came over to put a hand on my bare shoulder. “I know it’s not normal, but it is just sex, and it’s not like we don’t have protection to stop any accidents from happening.” I blushed and hoped she wouldn’t notice, but she did. “You weren’t planning on using any protection?”

My blush deepened, “Well, no, not exactly.”

“Not exactly? What does that mean?” she asked.

“Well, Mark and I play this game where we sabotage some condoms in every pack. It makes the sex really exciting, knowing that there is a risk,” I explained in a half-whisper.

Mum stared at me for quite a long time, “I guess that would add a certain risk to your sexual excitement, I have to admit.” She was taking all of this better than I thought she would have. “So, your plan was to get your father drunk tonight so you could convince him to let you be a maid and serve him next week. I assume the maid outfit you have in mind is less than covering?” I blushed yet again. “Then you were going to spend the night flirting with your father until he felt he had to fuck you, and you would give him a sabotaged condom, hoping he wouldn’t notice and cum in you?”

I felt hot again. I felt like I would die of embracement. “If only I was as adventurous as you when I was younger. I think I could have had a lot of fun.”

She stood up, “I will drop some hints this week about how I don’t mind who he fucks,” she turned towards the door. “I expect you will make sure he enjoys himself? There is nothing worse than a bad fuck. Good night dear.”

I don’t know how long I sat there on the edge of the bed, various thoughts going through my mind. “Jesus fucking Christ!” I exclaimed to myself.

If it wasn’t for the amount I had had to drink, I don’t think I would have fallen asleep that night. But my dreams were full of humiliating confrontations with my parents over breakfast in the morning.