I still am amazed at how far we have come over the past months.

Ryan, my son and Hannah, his fiancée.

We have had some amazing threesomes and moresomes.

Here are a couple of our experiences we have enjoyed

The thrill had my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. As a mum who’d spent years playing it cool and keeping things from my son, diving into this twisted relationship with Hannah and Ryan has felt like unleashing the knowledge of what a wild bitch I am and which I’d kept caged for too long.

We were in our spacious bedroom, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of perfume mixed with arousal.

Hannah, stunning and big-titted blonde in her mid-20s, looked like a walking wet dream in her skimpy French maid outfit. The black satin dress hugged her curves, the neckline plunging so low her massive tits nearly spilled out, nipples already hard and poking through the thin fabric.

Her slutty makeup was on point—smoky eyes, blood-red lips, and cheeks rouged like she’d just been slapped. She teetered on sky-high black stilettos, her legs sheathed in sheer red-seamed stockings that climbed up to her thighs, garters snapping against her pale skin.

Her tousled blonde hair was piled in a messy updo, a few strands framing her face like she was ready to get fucked senseless.

I felt fucking wicked and so empowered in my own version of the costume. My French maid getup was a tad tighter around my fuller hips and 40 plus year-old curves—still firm from yoga, thank fuck—but it accentuated my breasts nicely, the lace apron barely covering my shaved pussy.

My black-seamed stockings clung to my legs, the seams running straight up the back like an invitation to rip them off. High heels made my ass pop, and I’d slathered on the makeup just how my son likes me to look, like a cheap fucking slut!: heavy eyeliner, glossy pink lips begging for cock, and blush that screamed ‘fuck me now.’

Ryan sat in the armchair across the room, his eyes glued to us, bulge straining in his pants. He is so handsome in that rugged way, dark hair, stubble, and a smirk that said he owned this show.

‘Come on, you dirty old slut,’ Hannah purred, her voice dripping with lust as she sauntered over to the king-sized bed, hips swaying. ‘Let’s give your son a show he’ll jerk off to forever.’

She wasn’t my daughter-in-law, yet, but the taboo of it all makes my cunt throb. I followed, my heels clicking on the hardwood, and we knelt facing each other on the silk sheets, our maid skirts hiked up to expose our dripping slits.

Ryan leaned back, unzipping his fly to stroke his thick cock. ‘Fuck yeah, fist those whores,’ he growled, his voice rough. Hannah and I locked eyes, giggling like naughty schoolgirls before turning feral.

I reached out first, my hand slick with lube we’d slathered on earlier, and shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy. She gasped, her big tits heaving. ‘Oh shit, Anna, you bitch, stretch me out!’ I added a third, then twisted my whole fist in, feeling her walls clench around my wrist like a vice. Her red-seamed stockings rubbed against my thighs as she bucked, her heels digging into the mattress.

Not one to be outdone, Hannah plunged her manicured hand into my cunt, her nails scraping just enough to make me yelp. ‘Take it, you milf whore! Feel my fist ruining your sloppy hole!’ We pumped into each other, fists buried deep, juices squirting out with every thrust. The room filled with wet sloshing sounds and our filthy curses.

‘Harder, you cum-guzzling slut!’ I snarled, my arm aching but loving how her pussy milked me. Ryan jerked faster, pre-cum glistening on his shaft. ‘Goddamn, you two are nasty cunts. Make each other squirt for me.’

We did. Hannah came first, her body convulsing as she screamed, ‘Fuck! I’m cumming, you fist-fucking bitch!’

A gush of hot squirt sprayed from her pussy, soaking my arm and splattering the sheets. The sight pushed me over—my orgasm ripped through me, pussy spasming around her fist, and I squirted hard, drenching her stockings, the red seams darkening with my fluids. We collapsed, panting, fists still lodged inside each other, but Ryan wasn’t done watching.

‘Get over here, Ryan,’ I demanded, pulling my fist free from Hannah’s gaping hole with a obscene pop.

She did the same to me, our pussies stretched and throbbing. He stripped naked, his cock rock-hard and veined, at least eight inches of pure fuckmeat. He climbed onto the bed, grabbing Hannah by her blonde hair and shoving his dick down her throat. ‘Suck it, you big-titted maid slut,’ he barked. She gagged, slurping loudly, her red lips stretching around him while I watched, fingering my sloppy cunt.