That time I [28F] ran into and ended up fucking my mom’s best friend [52F] at a swingers club 100+ miles from our home town. [FF]

Backstory / Context: This happened 2 years ago, so I was actually 26 just before my husband and I moved across the country from the west coast to the east coast. My husband (Alex) and I are quite active in the so-called “Lifestyle,” and have been since we met during our 3rd year of college at USC in California (not the USC in South Carolina.)

Alex works in the global shipping industry as a software engineer and travels all over the world consulting for various major container shipping companies, and this leaves me home alone for a couple of weeks every other month or so. Being in the lifestyle, and having an open relationship/marriage from the beginning, I often frequent a few different swinger clubs within driving distance of our home when he is away. This is the story of one of those visits.

Alex had been away on a work trip for 3 weeks, and I was in the middle of a drought sexually as my normal FWB and his wife were off on vacation, Tinder was unsuccessful, and the two people I had tried hooking up with on a popular lifestyle website both flaked at the last minute. I was going crazy, and just laying in bed all day watching porn, reading erotica, and draining the batteries in all of my favorite toys.

I was browsing that same lifestyle site looking for a couple to play with when I got a notification that a swinger club we had been to a few times was hosting a “no fee” special for “single” ladies, or groups of women who arrived together for that night only. I was so frustrated, that I decided to make the 2-hour drive. I had just had my waxing appointment the day before, so I was ready, and just had to kill about 4 hours before leaving.

I texted my hubby and told him what I was doing, and he sent me several photos of a beautiful Asian escort he had played with the previous night, and the photos of his cock fucking her had me worked up the entire drive. The drive took about 2.5 hours due to traffic, but I arrived not long after the doors to the club opened.

After getting checked in, and going through the safety talk, form signing, and changing into lingerie. I was in and started mingling around. I generally never wear a masquerade mask when the hubby is not with me, but tonight all the ladies were given masks at the door, so I had mine on and was feeling pretty damn sexy.

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This club is a no-alcohol venue, and being alone, I would not have opted to drink anyway, but I did have a THC vape in my clutch, and I had taken several very liberal hits from it before entering the club. So were maybe 30-minutes in at this point, and I had been chatting with a few other women, a couple of decent looking guys, and one couple, but nothing seemed to click with any of them. I excused myself to the bathroom, and that’s when I ran into her. I walked into the bathroom, and there she was standing at the mirror, with her mask off, fixing her makeup.

“That couldn’t be her,” I said to myself. “Her” was actually a woman I had known literally my entire life, but only in the context of “Mrs. Peterson,” during my childhood, and “Jen” as an adult. “There is no way that is her,” I thought. “It can’t be, she’s been widowed for less than a year”

You see, Mrs. Peterson is my mother’s best friend. Like her best friend since they were both in the 1st-grade type of best friend. She changed my diapers when I was a baby. She came to my soccer games, helped me sell Girl Scout cookies along with her daughter. She was at my high school graduation, and was literally my mother’s ride or die their whole life. She leaned down to adjust her stockings, and that’s when I saw the little lotus flower tattoo on her hip, and that confirmed she was who I thought she was. She and mother got matching tattoos on a vegas trip several years ago. She had not recognized me yet thanks to the mask I was wearing, and I quickly ducked into a stall.

I waited for her to leave the restroom, which seemed like forever, and when she did, I straightened up my lingerie, touched up my makeup, and walked out. To my surprise, she was waiting outside of the restroom, and as it turned out, she was waiting for me. She said “Hello, I noticed you when you entered, and the way you were staring at me was quite sexy. Would you enjoy the company of an older woman for a bit?” Panic set in, and I somehow stammered a “Sure” out a bit faster, and more loudly than I would have liked. So we walked out to the dance floor area where there are several couches with stripper poles in front of them.

She asked me if I was at the club with anyone, and seemed to get quite excited when I said I was alone. We chatted for several minutes before I could not keep my identity a secret anymore. I told her that I was quite attracted to her, but there was something she needed to know about me before anything progressed further. This caught her off-guard a little, and she blurted out “Are you a transexual? I’m ok with that if you are!” before I could say anything. I was quickly learning that “Mrs. Peterson” was a naughty woman!

I struggled to find the words to out my identity and said “No, it’s just that I am actually someone you know, and I have known it’s you since we were both in the bathroom.” and pulled my mask off. She gasps sharply and just repeats “Oh my god, Oh my god” over and over. After what seemed like forever (it was likely less than a minute), she starts asking questions. “When did you get into the lifestyle?” “Where is Alex?” “Does your mom know?” and after 5-minutes of this grilling she said, “Do you really find me attractive?” I told her that I found her extremely attractive and that the whole taboo of her being my mom’s best friend, and basically a second mother to me made her even sexier.

She got quiet for a minute or so and seemed to be fighting some inner morality or something. Breaking the silence, she said “If you are interested, I would very much like to take you to a private room and spend the rest of the night with you. I have a fairly large incest kink, I watch a ton of incest porn, and am very fond of erotica that is incest themed, so this was basically like a dream come true for me, although, I had honestly never thought of Mrs. Peterson that way. Now, all I could do was wonder how her naked skin would feel against mine, how soft her lips were, and how her pussy tasted.

We found an empty “private” room, hung a “private party” door hanger on the hook outside the door, and she laid on the bed as I straddled her before lowering my lips to hers. We made out and groped each other for at least 30 minutes, and by then, both of us were all but lost in the haze of lust. I was now on my back, and she lifted her head and said: “I have to taste you, I have been dreaming about it since you were in high school.” So I watched, looking over my breast, as my mother’s best friend, my “second mother,” the woman who had bandaged up my knee when I scraped it on her driveway when I was still in elementary school, and I have to say that it was the most erotic experience of my life.

Mrs. Peeterson said that she had only recently, in the last year or so since her husband passes away, began exploring her bisexual side, but this woman went down on my pussy like a seasoned pro. She made out with my “Innie,” sucked on my clit while massaging my g-spot and even spent a good 10+ minutes eating every inch of my asshole. I lost count at the 5th toe-curling, sheet clenching, seeing bright flashes of light style orgasms. There were at least 7 or 8, maybe more. I honestly have no idea, I just know that no one has made me cum like that, not my husband, and none of the dozens of men and women I have had sex with.

When she was done, she slid back up my body, and kissed me softly while gently stroking my pussy with her whole hand. She said “I have dreamed of doing that for far longer than I should have, and that might make me a creepy old woman, but I don’t care. You tasted exactly how I fantasized you would.” I was shocked, to say the least, so I asked how long she had been fantasizing about me, and she replied that she had been fantasizing, and masturbating to thoughts of me since her daughter and I would lay out by her pool topless when we were sophomores in high school. She said that her husband was not at all into girl on girl stuff, and she was never able to explore her bi side until after he passed.

We chatted in the afterglow for several minutes, and I learned that I was not the only “young” girl she had fantasized about and that her own daughter was a major inspiration for many of her solo orgasms. I told her it was my turn to show off my skills and said “Mommy, can I make you feel good like you made me feel? She moaned and said “Yes, make mommy feel good.” as she pushed my head down to her trimmed, and soaked pussy. I like to take my time when going down on a woman, and will basically make out with every inch of it. I love sucking on a woman’s lips, nibbling on her inner thighs, and flattening my tongue on her clit and sort of applying pressure while lapping up and down. I usually use this trick while I have a toy or two fingers in the woman I am going down on.

Mrs. Peterson was definitely enjoying my efforts, and started moaning my name and saying “Lick mommy’s pussy baby, lick it like the little slut you have always been.” I increased pressure on her g-spot, as she had done with me earlier, and focused in on her clit with my tongue. I was rolling my tongue around the tip of her clit when she let out a very high pitched shriek, her whole body shuttered, and she lifted her pelvis off of the bed with my mouth still attached to her pussy. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and I felt liquid begin to gush out around my fingers, so I quickly pulled them out, and slid my tongue. I swallowed the last bit of her cum and continued my assault on her pussy.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs from under her ass and pulled her pussy deeper into my face. I continued to lap up the juices that were flowing from her and was using my thumb to apply pressure to her clit. She was panting, moaning, and between moans, she was still saying “Fuck mommy, fuck mommy, eat mommy’s pussy baby girl.” After another massive orgasm from her, I rolled her legs back, and slid my tongue from her slit, and swirled it around her asshole which elicited a moan from deep inside of her. That seemed to be a turning point for her and started talking super filthy to me. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face deeper into there ass, and was saying things like “You’re such a filthy whore eating mommy’s asshole like that.” and “Only filthy, incestuous whores, eat their mommy’s asshole,” and “I bet your mother would kill to be here right now, I bet she would love to have her little girl suck her pussy and asshole.”

“What did she just say?” I thought and filed the question away for later. I brought her to a few more orgasms, one while I was sucking on her clit, and fingering her asshole. We laid there for a bit recovering, and she ended up going down on me two more times, with one of them being a fairly long, soft, and sensual 69.

It was 2-AM, and the club was closing down, so we had to part ways. As she was walking out to the parking lot with me, I asked her what she meant about my mom would love to have me go down on her. She replied by saying “It’s not my place to kiss and tell, but you are not the only woman in your family who eats pussy well.” She kissed me on the lips, said she would text me later, and we parted ways.

She and I had a few more encounters, a few dozen actually before we moved literally all the way across the country. Since social distancing started, and my hubby has been stuck overseas for 2+ months now, Mrs. Peterson and I have been sexting, and having Phone and Zoom sex almost daily. A few days ago she sent me a photo of her going down on someone whom’s face I could not see, but I recognized the tattoo on her hip, the same one that Mrs. Peterson has, which means it was likely a photo of her going down on my own mother. Let’s just say that I have fucked myself so much to that photo in the last couple of days, that I am sore to the touch now.

We still stay in contact, and I will write more about our other experiences if there is enough demand.

I was warned to expect a flood of messages when I post this, and I am definitely open to that, but be respectful, and I will be upfront and say that most (but not all) messages from men will be ignored, and messages from women will get priority. That’s just my preference when chatting online, and I ask that you respect it. I would enjoy any feedback or comments tho.

[TLDR] Went to a swinger club 100+ miles away, ran into my mother’s best friend. Turns out that she has fantasized about me for years, so we spent the next 4-5 hours going down on each other.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g68taz/that_time_i_28f_ran_into_and_ended_up_fucking_my