I pretty much felt like the young lady in the picture most of this past week. There was a problem with the kinky-blogging servers and I wasn’t able to get into the admin area to do updates. And I have A LOT of updates to do!

Okay, so let’s start with Family Practice, my mother and daughter story at Literotica. As most of you have seen by now, Part 2 is available. This part is mostly all sex – I know you good Christian folk much prefer character and plot development, so thanks for tolerating my obsession with naughty acts of carnal lust. A lot of people are asking for more, but this story feels like it has been told to me. Sure, I could go on and describe more lesbian sex acts, which is always fun, but the “crisis” for each of the main characters has been successfully resolved. On to different fucked up characters that I can help deal with whatever sexual problems they’ve got messing up their lives!

I’ll probably be doing a lot over the course of the next week to get as much of the stuff I have in my queue posted here, as well as on My Dirty Little Captions and Family Secrets. I’m sorry for the delay, but I’ll do my best to make it up to you.

On top of all that, I must regretfully let everyone know that I’m going to have to take a brief break beginning at the end of this month. I’ve got some travel coming up, as well as a big event that I’ve been recruited into planning and carrying out. This will take me out of the loop for at least three, but more likely four, weeks. I should still be able to check my email and maybe respond, but I probably won’t be able to make any updates anywhere. If you have captions or stories you want to send, you can pass them along and I’ll get them posted as quickly as I can once I’m back online.

And thanks so much for all your wonderful comments and votes on my new story and everything else. I adore hearing from you, and I know the other contributing authors do as well. Love you all to pieces, and now I’ve got a whole bunch of pants-on work to get to!

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 23
by DirtyMindedMom

I closed the door.

Gary gave me a strange look and put his laptop aside. I went and sat on his bed. His hand went naturally to my thigh, sliding up until his fingers were in my crotch. I didn’t want to be distracted, but I also didn’t want to pull his hand away.

“We need to talk,” I began.

“Uh oh, this can’t be good.”

“Well, it is and it isn’t.” I put my hand on his to keep him from rubbing my pussy through my pants. “As you may know, Valerie’s mom and dad aren’t getting along.”

Gary shrugged. “News to me.”

“They aren’t, and things have gotten pretty bad. I’m about to go over there and pick up Valerie, her brother, and her mom and bring them here. They’re going to be staying with us for a while.”

“Sweet,” he said, showing a big grin.

I knew his mind instantly went to the advantages of having his girlfriend living with us. This is why we needed this talk.

“I know it’s not going to be easy, but we have to make it work. For starters,” I nodded toward the closed door, “we’re going to have to go back to the normal amount of privacy around here.”

“Does that mean we can’t…?” His fingers gripped my thigh suggestively.

“We’ll have to wait and see. I don’t know exactly how things will play out, but we have to be very careful. The last thing I want is for Valerie’s mom to find out how things are between the two of us. That could be very dangerous and get me into a lot of trouble.”

“Can a son get conjugal visits with his mom when she’s in prison?”

I punched him lightly in the stomach. “Stop! This is serious. It’ll be hard at first, but we can handle it.”

“You always handle it when it’s hard, Mom.” He pushed himself against my hip and I could feel his erection.

“Ugh, you’re impossible!” There was only one way I was going to get him to listen.

I turned, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and started sucking. He lay back and moaned. With one hand massaging a tit through my shirt, my son enjoyed my oral attentions and after a few minutes he was pumping a thick load down my throat. I gratefully swallowed all of it, then tucked him away.

“Now listen,” I said. “I’m going to give my room to Valerie’s family. Cris can stay in there with them, or he can sleep on the sofa in the living room. And then I’m going to move into your room with you.”

His sleepy eyes lit up at that. “So we get to sleep together every night?”

“I’m going out later and getting you an air mattress for you to sleep on.”

“Uh huh.” He gave me a sly look and I knew what he was thinking.

“Remember how all this started? These walls are paper thin. If you so much as get a hard-on, they’ll all be able to hear it. We can’t be stupid about this and screw everything up.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He patted my leg reassuringly. “I’ll try to control myself.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” I still had my doubts, but I had to trust him.

“You’re heading over there now to pick them up?”

I checked my watch. “In about ten minutes.”

“So…this is the last time we’ll have the place to ourselves for a while?”

“I suppose it is.”

“In that case, do you want to sit on my face real quick before you go?”

“Gary, no! C’mon, what did we just talk about? We have to cool it.” I shook my head, exasperated, and headed for the door. I paused with my hand on the knob. Feelings of lustful longing stirred between my legs. “Okay, fine,” I said pulling my pants down, “one more before we put this thing on hold.”

My son was still laughing at me as I mounted his face and muffled his mocking smugness with my very wet, very horny pussy.

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It was a bit of a circus trying to get Vera, her kids, and all their stuff into my car. In the end we had to put Valerie and Cris on the bus while me and Vera drove back to the apartment. Gary helped bring everything in, and the place was a jumble of activity for the next several hours as everyone sorted out their new living space. Vera was all frayed nerves and anxious energy. Her son Cris was a silent and sullen. Valerie was chipper, trying to make it all out to be a great adventure. I just hoped that the neighbors who were kind enough to ignore the loud sex noises coming from my place would also ignore the sound of a crowd of people now living there. The last thing I needed was for my landlord to figure out I was violating my lease.

Aside from some suggestive looks at one another, Gary and Valerie managed to keep their hands to themselves. I didn’t expect that to last for long, but if they could keep their monkey business restricted to when Valerie’s mom wasn’t around they should be okay.

Somewhere along the way Cris shed his tank top and I was treated to a view of his lean, well-muscled body. The light sheen of sweat only enhanced the alluring effect. No wonder Valerie took such delight in spying on her brother jerking off whenever she could. I found myself concocting ways that I might catch him playing with his cock, then mentally scolded myself. If this was going to work, I had to behave like a mature, responsible woman and control my indecent urges.

It quickly became apparent that control was just one of the skills I would need to master. Patience was another. Five people sharing one small bathroom proved to be a real challenge right away. I was pushed to the verge of a panic attack every time I considered what the morning routine might look like going forward. My virtuous sense of playing the knight in shining armor to Vera’s damsel in distress was fading fast in light of the reality of what I’d brought upon myself. And that damn boy of hers with his smooth mocha skin and strong arms wasn’t making things any easier for me.

At last things quieted down and bedtime was upon us. Vera and Valerie would be sharing my bed. Cris wanted to take the couch, but his mom insisted that he sleep on the air mattress in her room. She confided in me that she was worried about him sneaking out and running with his friends at night – friends that “were no good boys,” as she described them. I was going to be sleeping in Gary’s bed, with him on the floor using the other air mattress I had purchased that afternoon. This left almost no place to walk in his prison-cell sized room. He’d joking suggested bunk beds, and I was seriously considering it!

I lay in bed exhausted, listening to the Ramos family getting settled in. There was a lot of rapid fire Portuguese flying back and forth. I couldn’t tell if they were arguing or just talking. Once they quieted down, I began to drift off. Before I made my escape into sleep, I felt a hand slip up under my panties and squeeze my ass.

“Gary, no…” I whined in a low whisper. He shifted closer, spooning me from behind. His bare cock pressed against the back of my thigh. “Get off my bed.”

“You mean my bed.” His lips were almost touching my ear. “You looked so sexy today, Mom.”

“Shut up. I was a mess. Now stop that,” I hissed. His hand was working its way from my butt cheek to between my legs. “I was sweating like a pig and didn’t get to take a shower.”

“Mmmm, now you’re just trying to tempt me.” His finger wormed into my slit, still moist from the day’s exertions.

“Shhhh.” I tried not to let myself fall under the spell of what he was doing to my pussy hole. “Gary, we can’t. We talked about this. Get your finger out of there.”

“Mom, I want to eat your pussy so bad right now.”

“No.” I was convinced they could hear us in the next room even though we were whispering. “We’re not doing this. And I’m all stinky anyway.”

“That’s what’s making me so horny. All those mommy pheromones.”

Geez, what were they teaching teenagers nowadays? “What do you know about pheromones?” His wetted finger slipped up to my clit and I had to fight back a moan. The last thing I wanted to do was encourage him.

“Those are the things that women’s bodies make when they want to fuck.”

“Well, since I don’t want to fuck, that means there are no pheromones here, young man. Now get off me.”

He moved away and I was relieved that he finally listened. I had realized over the past weeks that I had given up a great deal of authority as a mother once I’d started fooling around with my son. I was becoming less of a parent to him and more of a sex buddy. I knew that was generally a bad thing, but there was no going back at this point.

Instead of returning to his own bed, however, my incorrigible son ducked under the covers and began kissing my ass. The persistent little fucker. I tried to quietly push his face away, but in a contest of strength he would win every time. My only chance was to beat him in a contest of wills. “I’m not doing this, Gary. Stop it right now or you’re going to be in big trouble.”

That’s when he got far enough down that he was able to stick his tongue between my cheeks, low down near my asshole. And that’s when I also lost that contest of wills I was referring to. He forced his face in deeper and wiggled the tip of his tongue over my anus. I had to cover my mouth to hold in the moan. After that, he knew he’d won.

I struggled pointlessly and only half-heartedly as he wrestled down my panties. “No…” I protested weakly, unable to sound the least bit convincing. My son rolled me onto my tummy, grabbed my hips, and hoisted me up onto my knees. With my butt in the air, he groped me roughly in the dark.

“I’m going to eat your pussy and your ass, Mom. You’re just going to have to scream into the pillow if you don’t want anyone to hear how hard I’m going to make you cum.”

And that’s just what I did. He started with my butt, as I hoped he would. I held my cheeks open wide for him as he licked, sucked and tongue fucked my sweaty asshole. If I wasn’t so distracted by the things being done to me, I would have marveled at what a slut my son had managed to turn me into after only a couple months after leaving his father. What depths might he get me to plunge to after he’s had a year to corrupt me? Or was it me corrupting him?

I tried to hold it in, but I let another grinding moan loose into the pillow, my face pressed into it tight, barely able to breathe. Gary moved down to my cunt at just the right time, saving me from having to beg him to suck me there. He worked me over with his mouth, using all the tricks he’d learned over the past weeks. He now knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it. The boy could play my pussy like a well-tuned instrument. I should have been embarrassed that his face was down there in my swampy mess of a crotch, but the fact that my not-so-fresh condition turned him on the way it did made me want to mash my reeking cunt in his face all the more.

When he started sucking my clit with a determined passion I knew it would only be a matter of moments. Those moments came a lot quicker once he pushed a finger in my asshole. Everything flexed all at once and there was no doubt they could hear my pillow-muted scream of ecstasy. My only prayer was that they had already fallen asleep.

Gary kissed and nuzzled me gently for the next several minutes. From the way the bed was bouncing I could tell he was jerking off. I was disappointed that I couldn’t see it, but I left my ass in the air for him so he could enjoy himself after the pleasure he had given me. After a minute he made a quick move, pressed the head of his cock against my asshole, and with a soft grunt unleashed a warm wad of cum that oozed up my ass crack and down my pussy slit at the same time. I took advantage of the added natural lube to rub my clit off to another quick orgasm before falling limply to the bed.

My son snuggled up to me again, his breath stinking of ripe twat. I wanted to tell him to get in his own bed, but only had enough energy to think it. We fell asleep that way with my last fading thought being a hope than no one finds us like that in the morning.

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Life was chaotic those first few days, but things slowly began settling into little routines here and there. There was no stopping Vera from doing all kinds of housework that I’d been neglecting – partly due to my general lack of respect for the dump we were living in, and mostly due to how much of my time was spent jerking off with my son. She was also a wonderful cook, which helped soften the disappointment at not being able to come home to a hard cock after a long day at work.

Gary and Cris were a bit standoffish with each other at first, but a mutual love of basketball and video games soon had them getting along tolerably well. Much to my relief, Gary and Valerie were behaving themselves (at least as far as I could tell). I’m sure Vera had had more than a few stern talks with her daughter before moving her in here with her boyfriend. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I feared it might be.

That first weekend, I pried Vera out of the apartment and took her with me to the mall. We’d spent several evenings sitting on the sofa having tearful conversations late into the night. It was time to get her out and in the light of the world. Nothing improved my mood like a trip to the mall, and I hoped it would do the same for her.

My ulterior motive was to give the kids the apartment to themselves for a bit. Maybe if Valerie fucked my son’s brains out for a couple of hours he wouldn’t force me to molest him every night. It felt great, obviously, but the stress over getting found out was really working my nerves down to their raw ends. I dreaded the night when I would finally snap and let loose with a screaming orgasm and give away my shameful secret.

I talked Vera into some new clothes, including some sexy new underwear. She thought I was crazy, but I convinced her it was the best thing to make her feel like a woman again and give her the confidence she needed to keep forging ahead with her new independence.

This was the start of a series of excursions every few days. I brought her to my salon, then to the day spa I hadn’t been to myself since I’d left my own rat-fink of a husband. There were more visits to the mall to update Vera’s wardrobe, and she even went to a couple of my aerobics classes with me. Yes, there were still plenty of those emotional heart-to-hearts, but the balance of our conversations were shifting away from our failed marriages and more toward creating an exciting new future for ourselves. I had come to genuinely like Vera and enjoyed spending time with her. The only thing that kept us from getting closer was that I knew if she had any idea what I was doing with my son in the next room while she slept at night, she’d want to get as far away from me as fast as she could.

I was sucking my son’s cock while I fingered my pussy during one of those forbidden nights, when he surprised me with an off-hand comment. “Good job on the makeover, by the way. Valerie’s mom is looking pretty hot lately.”

I popped his dick out of my mouth. “And here I thought I was special. Apparently you want to fuck every mom that comes along.” I wasn’t really upset…but, then again, maybe I was a little.

“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck her. Geez,” he rolled his eyes and began stroking himself since my mouth wasn’t taking care of him any longer. “I’m just saying I never really noticed her before ‘cause she was always so…frumpy, I guess. With her hair fixed up, and some makeup on, she’s not half bad. I can kind of see now that when she was younger she probably looked a lot like Valerie. I mean, her tits are bigger, and she’s got more junk in the trunk, but yeah…” His hand was moving pretty fast in the dark, the head bumping against my cheek every few strokes. “Yeah…I don’t want to fuck her, but I probably would.”

The male mind never ceases to astound me. “And how would you do it? Doggy style so you could grab onto all that junk and go to town on her from behind?”

“Mmm, definitely. And you’d be there watching the whole thing, Mom. Fucking yourself while I fucked Mrs. Ramos.”

I wanted to be miffed at him, but it was impossible under these conditions. I resumed playing with my pussy, giving into it. “I’d be watching you slide that long, hard cock of yours into her pussy. Hearing the loud slap of you slamming into her, seeing her ass ripple with each thrust.”

“Valerie would be there, too. Getting her pussy eaten by her mom while I fucked her harder and harder.”

“Cris would be licking my asshole and jerking off while I shoved my whole fist in my cunt.”

“Fuuuuck, Mom, you nasty slut…uggghhhh…”

Warm cream began spurting onto my face, catching me by surprise. I turned and caught the second half of his orgasm in my mouth just as my own came. I had gotten pretty good at the silent climax over the past weeks, but the strangled cry in my cum-slicked throat was louder than I wanted it to be.

“We can’t do that again,” I whispered once we’d gotten cleaned up and under the covers.

“Oh, c’mon, that was hot. You got off on it just as much as I did.”

“It’s not that. They’re guests in our house. It just feels, I don’t know, disrespectful.” Gary’s fingers toyed with one of my nipples as we lay there. “Plus, I just know that when I take Vera to her church, and I’m sitting next to her in that pew, all I’m going to be able to think about is you and me doing unspeakably filthy things with her. That’s not something I want to have to go to confession for.”

He chuckled. “If you ever go to confession, Mom, they’re going to have to bring in backup priests.” He sucked on my breast to accentuate his point. “Probably even call in the Vatican.”

I smacked him on the head and pulled my tit away. “Brat. If I’m going to hell, I’m taking you down with me.” I grabbed his mostly hard cock and started stroking him vigorously. He reached over and jammed two fingers in my puss. We masturbated each other to a quick succession of incestuous orgasms, then finally managed to get to sleep.

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It was a few days after this that I came home to find Vera looking serious and downcast.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen.” From the way she looked so distressed, I was worried that her husband had tracked her down here and was making threats, or worse.

“Yes, something happened. Please, come sit down.”

We sat at the small dining table. I noticed the kids weren’t around.

“The boys are at the basketball, and I send Valencia to the library for to do her homeworks there.” Her voice was gravely serious and it was difficult for her to look at me. She was having a hard time getting herself to say any more.

“It’s okay, Vera. What is it? Whatever it is, I’m right here to help you get through it. Is it Ernesto?”

She shook her head. “No, it is about you.”

Oh, shit! Was this it? She’d put it all together and she was about to confront me about having sex with my own son. My stomach tightened and I was on the verge of being sick.

“Me?” My voice was weak and tremulous.

“Not something you did,” she looked up, suddenly realizing the impression she’d given me. “It was something my Valencia did. Something very bad.” She plucked a tissue from the box on the table, and dabbed at an eye, then twisted in her hands. “I came home from the market. The boys were no home. I heard something and went to look. That’s when I saw my daughter…she was…I’m sorry.”

“Saw her what, Vera?”

“She…she was doing something bad…and…” Vera looked at me stricken. She stood and went to a cabinet and took something out that was wrapped in one of my washcloths. She put it on the table and I had a funny feeling I knew what it was. “She had this.” Vera revealed my vibrator, her hand shaking as she quickly moved to cover up the offending device. “I am so sorry,” she wailed, about to break down in sobs. “You open you home to us, and…and…”

“Vera.” I took her hand. “Vera! Relax. It’s okay.”

“It’s no okay. You don’t understand. My daughter, she was all naked, and she had your thing – your private thing – up inside of her, and she was…” Vera broke off and crossed herself, looking heavenward.

“You don’t have to say it,” I said calmly, “I know what it’s used for. It is my private thing, after all.”

“Oh, I am so ashamed. I punished her, and I will punish her more when I thinking straight again.”

“There’s no need to punish her,” I insisted, not sure if she was even hearing me. “She was just masturbating. That’s what teenagers do. It’s not something we need to punish them for.”

She nodded, still beside herself. “I know, I know. I was a teenager, too, a long time ago. But this are a bad things she do. She breaks your privacy and she takes your sex thing like that.”

God, why does she have to talk about my “thing” like that?

“Look, it’s probably more my fault than anything. In all the bustle of you moving in, I forgot all about my dildo.” I gave the last word a little more emphasis than I probably should have. “I left it under the mattress, which is where she must have found it. Of course she was curious, like all of us were at her age, and she tried it out. It’s really not that big of a deal when you think about it.”

Vera had settled down some, but her expression was still anxious. “I was afraid she went to your room and took from your things.”

“No, she didn’t. I was careless and didn’t realize I had left it there in your room. I would have noticed sooner, but it’s not like I’ve had a chance to use it lately with my son sleeping in the same room with me.” I wasn’t about to tell here that was only because I was using his cock to masturbate with instead.

Vera was blushing. We had gotten very close in time since she’d moved in, but our conversations never ventured into this territory before. Sex wasn’t a topic I was sure she’d be comfortable with.

“She is still a bad girl. My daughter was using it like she was with a man. You know?”

“I know what you’re saying.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “That’s what you do with a dildo, Vera. It’s for when you can’t be with a man…or don’t want to be. Your daughter is a beautiful young woman, with a lot of romantic feelings. It must be difficult for her to be living under the same roof as her boyfriend. Isn’t it better that she has sex with my dildo instead of with my son?” I might have laid it on too thick with that. “She’s not going to get any babies from fucking my vibrator.”

She nodded. “Maybe you are right,” she conceded, not sounding entirely convinced.

I got up and gave her a little hug, then got her a glass of water. She had a sip and looked forlornly at the elongated lump within the washcloth. I reached over and uncovered it. She looked away, but couldn’t help looking back at it with a kind of guilty fascination.

“I’m guessing you don’t have one of your own?”

She shook her head ever so slightly. “I…I cleaned it all off…twice.”

I picked it up and sniffed it. “Mm hmm, good as new.” I shouldn’t have felt so wickedly satisfied by the mix of horror and attentiveness that little move brought about from Valerie’s mom. “Thank you.” It hadn’t escaped me that she’d avoided my question. “My husband and I hadn’t had sex for many months before we split up. This helped me get through a very difficult time.” I twisted the cap and let it buzz for a few seconds before turning it back off. “I’m guessing it’s been a while for you, too?”

Again, the slightest of head nods. “My husband no want the sex with me when he has his whores to go with.”

“I don’t care about him – what about you?”

“What about me?”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” It was mean of me, bordering on cruel, to talk like this to her, but she could tell me to shut up anytime she wanted.

“Oh, I don’t worry on that. I’m an old woman, I don’t need to think of sex things.”

“Don’t give me that old woman crap, Vera. You’ve got a lot more going for you than you think.” I shouldn’t say anything, but I did. “Just the other day Gary mentioned to me that since you moved in he’s noticed how beautiful you are.”

“No. You lie to make me feel good.”

“It’s true. And I think he’s right. You’re a very attractive woman.” I caught her eye. “A very desirable woman.”

She was too flustered to know what to say. She tossed the twisted tissue on the table, then picked it up again almost immediately. “Okay, but it don’t matter, because I no have a man, so that’s all.”

I fixed her with a dubious look. “That’s not all, Vera, and you know it.” I kept my gaze steady, watching her shift uncomfortably. “There’s no reason you can’t make yourself feel good. You don’t need a man for that, as you are very well are aware.”

“Yes, but it’s no important. It’s…” she trailed off. Was she realizing that she was lying to herself?

“It is important. Sex is very important. It’s part of who we are. As women, it’s a source of great strength. An orgasm can take away your stress, clear you mind, and give you new perspective. And, even if it does none of those things, it feels so fucking good.”

She fought to suppress a knowing smile. “I’m a mother, with children to take care of…” Her excuses were getting thin and she knew it.

“I’m a mother, too.” I waved the toy. “But I don’t let that stop me. There are no good reasons not to, and about a million good reasons for you to take care of yourself and enjoy some pleasure. You deserve it.”

She looked around as if suddenly afraid someone might be overhearing our conversation. It was just us. “I don’t have time for that. And the apartment is all so full of kids.”

“There are no kids here now.” I took one of her hands and placed my dildo in her palm. “It’s clean, charged up, and ready to go.”

She shook her head even as her fingers wrapped around it. “No…I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. I insist.” I stood and pulled her up with me. “Go to your room and give yourself the orgasm you deserve. I’ll watch for the kids and make sure they don’t come in until you’re done.”

“What will you say?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. Now go – scoot! I don’t want to see you again until you’ve given yourself a good, long orgasm.” I herded her toward the bedroom.

She turned to me, thought better of what she was going to say, went into the room and softly closed the door behind her. I made a show of walking away, landing my footsteps heavier than I needed to. After a few minutes of tense anticipation, I tip-toed back. I slipped quietly into the bathroom where I could listen but at the same time have an easy excuse for being just outside her door.

I could make out a vague rustling here and there, but not much else. After about five more minutes of silence, I gave up and accepted that my pep talk wasn’t as rousing as I’d hoped it was. Well, at least I might have deflected some of the trouble away from Valerie. The poor thing must be traumatized after being caught fucking herself with my dildo like that. I checked my hair in the mirror quickly, then reached for the light switch. I flipped it and heard a buzzing sound. For a second I thought I’d caused it, then realized it was coming from the bedroom. Vera had fired up my vibrator!

I half expected it to get turned off right away, but it didn’t. I was soon able to recognize the familiar sound of the rubberized dick coming in contact with flesh – wet, womanly flesh. Yes! She was really doing it. I’d talked this formerly dowdy, repressed, devout woman into masturbating her pussy. I felt like I should be on a podium collecting a gold medal. I held my breath and listened.

Thank God for our paper thin everything around the apartment. I crept little closer and was even able to hear her breathing. It was too much for me. I unbuttoned my pants and shoved a hand down into my panties. Talk about a violation of privacy. But this was too good to pass up. I kept half an ear out for anyone approaching the front door. The boys would be easy to detect, but Valerie might be able to sneak up on me while I was distracted. Although, I didn’t care if she was the one who caught me fingering my cunt while I eavesdropped on her mom masturbating her clit to a long overdue orgasm.

I was dying to see what was happening in there, but I had to content myself with painting a mental picture. I imagined Vera in her serviceable bra and briefs, unwilling to get completely naked for this. Her fingers slip inside one of the large cups as she tentatively teases a nipple. She started by rubbing the vibrator over her pussy through her underwear, but now has the crotch pulled to one side. She touches the toy to her lips experimentally and smiles at the ticklish feeling it sends through her down there. She taps it against her clit, only then becoming aware of how stiff it has become. Yes, it has been a long time.

She explores further. The vibrator roams over her vulva, her labia, down toward her opening. She’s too shy to put it inside her. Maybe she doesn’t like the idea of sticking something in there that’s not a living cock. Or perhaps she’s a little put off by the fact that her daughter had been fucking that same dildo just a few hours earlier. But then she thinks about how many times that “thing” has been in my cunt. She slides the tip down her slit, and pushes it into her wet vagina.

I pushed two fingers into my own vagina as I envision her whole body reacting to the satisfying sense of penetration. The emptiness is being filled, she has something to grip tight within her most intimate self. It’s better than she would have guessed and she’s feeling glad she took my advice. She begins fucking herself, just as she saw her own daughter fucking herself. Her big tits wobble up and down with the motion, one spilling free of her bra, the big brown areola looking so soft and inviting.

I heard her breathing quicken and worried that maybe she could hear mine doing the same. She’d be humiliated if she knew I was listening, but maybe I didn’t care. Maybe I wanted her to know. God, what was wrong with me? Not everyone was as sick and twisted as I was. I didn’t need to sink myself any deeper into the cesspool of depravity that I was already mired in. Then there came a soft moan, and all thoughts of self-recrimination fled.

God, she was going to make herself cum. And it was because of me. Because I had insisted she masturbate. And she listened. This all but sexless woman was playing with her pussy right on the other side of that flimsy door. If only it were open. Another soft moan, and I was about to cum myself. A series of light panting breaths, a stretch of strained silence, then a sigh. My jaw clenched as my own orgasm broke free. My knees went slack, and I struggled not to make a sound as I worked my clit with the tiniest movements of my fingers I could use and still get myself off.

I stood still for almost half a minute, not trusting my ability to walk away with any amount of stealth. Once my senses began to return to something approaching normal, I stole away. When I made it to the kitchen, I buttoned up, rinsed my hands, and splashed a little water on my face. I went and sat down on the sofa and waited for my heart to slow down.

The bedroom door opened. I heard the bathroom sink going. She was apparently rinsing and splashing just as I had. A minute later she was sidling through the kitchen with a sheepish look on her face. She was dressed in a tight pair of jeans and sweatshirt that I recognized as one of Valerie’s. It made her look ten years younger. I could see the glow in her face. Her whole posture was different. There was a sparkle in her eye that had been missing since I’d met her. She held my dildo to her chest in both her hands.

“How’d it go,” I asked cheerily, already knowing the answer.

She gave a bashful shrug. “I don’t know where you want this,” she said, glancing toward my room searchingly.

“You know what? How about you hold onto it for now?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t.” Her protest was undermined by the way she clutched the toy tighter. “What if…you need it?”

“Then I’ll know just who to go to when I do. Or, if you’d rather not share, we can go out tomorrow and buy you one of your own.”

“No…no, no.” She blushed as the idea took hold of her thoughts. “We can share for now, if that is okay for you.”

“It’s more than okay. I really like the idea.” I got up and gave her another friendly hug. “To be honest, it turns me on a little.” I gave her quick peck on the cheek. “It’s like we’re naughty sisters with our own little dirty secret.”

“Yes, it is a dirty secret,” she said solemnly.

I was afraid I’d pushed it too far. Dammit, why couldn’t I just be cool about it and not step over the line like I seemed to keep doing lately?

Then a shy smile crossed her lips. “A very dirty secret.”

She repaid my kiss on the cheek with one of her own, then trotted off to her bedroom to hide her new prize. I wanted to follow her, throw her down on the bed, and ravage her right then, but I was smart enough to know I couldn’t do that.

At least not right then…

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A thoughtful friend was kind enough to pass this little gem along to me, and I think it’s an excellent example of how this fantasy of mine isn’t so far fetched after all…

Real Open Door Policy

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Chapter 24 >>

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Hi, everyone – just a couple quick announcements!

First, even though no one was asking for it, I have a sequel to Coming Out to Play. You can get it right now at Lush. I had this 90% written a long time ago, but got distracted with other things. I found it while I was doing a little pre-spring cleaning and decided to polish it off and post it. Hope you like it!

Second, I was referred to a video that I’ve been rubbing my cunt to like a crazy woman for the past two days that I can’t wait to share with you. It’s titled Whore and stars a woman named Emily J. It’s a joint venture between MetArt and The Life Erotic, so it’s a high-quality, high production value piece. And I absolutely fucking LOVE it! I have to thank Alex profusely for turning me onto this brand of videos – actually I suppose it’s my pussy that really owes him a huge debt of gratitude. There are other videos at Pornhub from The Life Erotic and they’re all great, but this one sends me over the moon every time! It took me 4 attempts to get all the way through it because each scene was making me cum so fast, and I’ve watched it at least 10 more times since. What a nasty thrill it is!

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Much like my friend here, the wonderfully deranged Miley Cyrus, I’m back at it again…sorta.

It was a hectic, fun, frustrating, and relaxing month away – which isn’t an entirely good combination. I’m in the process of trying to regain my balance and get back into the swing of things, but it may take me a little time to get up to speed. For one thing, I’m dealing with computer issues and I’ve had to resort to an old machine that is somewhat clumsy to say the least. But, I’ll do the best with what I have and with your indulgence I can hopefully muddle through for the next couple weeks with my outdated technology.

I’ve got a lot of captions, stories, and family secrets that have been accumulating in my inbox that I’ll be doing my best to get posted over the next week. I also have a lot of catching up to do on my email. In the meantime, I posted the second part of Self-Sucking Sissy over at Lush, so be sure to check that out and give it as many 5 votes as you can! I also have a lot of other stories, both continuations and new stuff, to share with you as soon as I get my head (and fingers) back into writing mode.

I missed all my filthy perverts and I’m happy to finally be able to slip back into the groove!

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I was asked the other day about what got me started writing porn. I was pretty sure I had discussed this at some point on the blog, but I couldn’t find anything. There’s a brief bit in my About Me diatribe regarding my writing, though it’s not very detailed So, at the risk of repeating myself, I thought it would be worthwhile to talk about what got me into this depraved little hobby of mine for the benefit of anyone who doesn’t already know.

I’ve always enjoyed writing, and studied it quite a bit when I was in high school and college. The problem was I never finished writing anything I started. I learned the mechanics of good writing, but when it came right down to it I didn’t have anything meaningful to say and so my efforts often stalled because I would lose interest. Then a few years ago I started reading erotica online.

I discovered Literotica and checked out some of the “normal” stories. It wasn’t long before I found the incest category. I started reading those and was really turned on by them (which wasn’t surprising given the nature of my own secret fantasies). After a while, however, I became annoyed with how unrealistic or poorly written most of these stories were. I can’t focus on the sexy stuff and get off when my brain is distracted by typos, bad grammar, weak characters, and silly plot lines. One day I decided to try to write my own incest fantasy.

The experience was amazing and caught me totally off guard. I managed to get halfway through the story without any trouble and I was insanely turned on the whole time. I only stopped writing because I had to make myself cum. I sat right there in front of the computer, reading back over my own words and envisioning the scene I’d created while I finger fucked myself to an orgasm that reduced my whole body to warm jelly.

It was only after I regained my senses that I realized that I’d been writing for hours without having been aware of it. That night and the next morning all I could think about was getting back to my computer and writing. Dialogue was popping into my head as I made dinner, filthy sex scenes played out in my mind as I muddled through bath time and putting my girls to bed, and as my husband fucked me that night I imagined the characters in the story watching us as they masturbated.

By the time I was finally able to sit down at the keyboard again, I was so keyed up that the rest of the story just poured out of me (much like the juices from my pussy). I topped off that session with another self-induced orgasm and couldn’t believe I’d managed to actually finish a story without any angst or struggle. That’s when I knew I was onto something special.

That first story was “Secrets Between Sisters.” I began thinking about sharing it on the web, but there was a lot of fear and trepidation. What if someone I knew found out I had written something as socially unacceptable as a lesbian incest story? It would ruin my reputation as a respectable member of the community; it could damage my marriage; it might alienate me from my extended family. I even worried that I could get into legal trouble. I continued to edit and polish the story, but I couldn’t decide what to do with it.

After a time I calmed down. If I was careful I could share it anonymously. There was so much porn out there, what were the chances of someone I knew not only reading my stuff, but also then figuring out it was me? Pretty slim, I convinced myself. I created an account on Lush and posted the story with a mix of excitement and nausea.

When I checked back the next day I was expecting the worst. People calling me a pervert (which wouldn’t bother me in the least now), hate mail telling me I would go to hell, and other assorted general condemnation. Instead, I was happy to find nothing but positive feedback and encouragement to write more. It was a thrill to see something I had written “published” on a real website, and to know that people were not only enjoying my fantasy but getting off to it as well!

It’s easy to see why I was hooked from that point on. I still worry about getting caught and the dire consequences that would entail, but I can’t resist the lure of writing about all the nasty things I dream up in my twisted imagination. I often question what I do knowing that writing dirty stories is a somewhat juvenile pursuit, and sometimes wonder if it is at its core harmful to me and my readers. But then I have to face the fact that I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to (this may be a clinical definition for addiction).

It brings me a lot of pleasure to write porn, and I know it brings pleasure to others. Even if I try to turn it off, depraved ideas for stories, characters or sex scenes constantly surface from my subconscious and inspire me to drop my pants, let my tits out, get back in front of the computer, and write until I can’t take it anymore and I have to ravage my own pussy there on the spot.

The fact remains, however, that without all of you it’s highly unlikely I would still be doing what I do. Yes, the writing process is exciting in and of itself, but what really makes it such a perverse delight for me is knowing that you’re going to read it!

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 24
By DirtyMindedMom

I woke up in the middle of the night and was annoyed. I was having a sex dream and in it I was just about to get my pussy licked when for some reason I was suddenly awake. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep and pick up where I left off. That’s when I felt a tongue working its way into my slit, gently searching for my clit.

It was instantly obvious to me that it wasn’t Gary. My heart leapt with a moment of fear and excitement. A soft cheek brushed against my thigh. It was a female. The tip of her tongue found my clit and my legs parted wider. It had to be Valerie, but there was a small chance it could be her mother. I hadn’t been sure that was something I had even wanted, but the charge I got out of the idea that Vera might have been so overcome with horniness that she’d bury her face between my legs confirmed it.

A little moan came from beneath the covers and I knew for sure it was Valerie. What a darling she was. I reached down and with a hand on the back of her head pushed her mouth against my crotch. She responded by sucking and licking more intently. Good girl.

Gary’s breathing nearby told me that he was fast asleep on his air mattress. We had jerked off together before going to sleep, but instead of satisfying me it had only made me more horny. I knew it was dangerous, but I welcomed Valerie’s incursion into my bed while everyone slept.

I pulled the blanket aside. The shadowy shape of the teen girl between my legs eating my pussy caused my clit to pulse with illicit pleasure. The price would be high if I ever got caught, but it felt too good to do anything but let her have her way with me. I wanted it. She wanted it. How could this be considered wrong?

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Harden,” she whispered then slurped at my increasingly wet hole. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” Her lips and tongue worked frantically up and down the length of my pussy.

“Shhh…” I lifted a breast and began sucking on one of my own nipples as the girl devoured my warm sex juices.

It took several minutes, but between the two of us I had a gut clenching orgasm that had me biting my pillow. We lay still for a time. I listened to make sure we hadn’t woken Gary. Valerie dried her wet cheeks on my inner thighs. I drew her up and she moved on top of me. She was naked. The feel of her soft tits pressed against mine was enthralling in every possible way. We kissed.

Her lips were flavored with my pussy. Her tongue was eager and velvety against my own. Her belly pressed against mine as her hips rolled between my legs. If only she had a cock.

“I want your cunt,” I breathed into her ear. “Sit on my face.”

Valerie didn’t hesitate for a moment. In only a few seconds her hot, steamy pussy was in my face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch to my mouth. A shudder of delight ran through me at the first taste of her. Her bald outer lips were rough with the stubble of a few days without shaving. I liked the way that felt. I sucked at her opening, swallowing down her adolescent juices. She could have gone to Gary and had his cock fill her up, but she wanted my tongue instead. I loved that.

I gave her my tongue, and everything else I had. I fingered her pussy while I sucked and licked her stiff clitty. I couldn’t resist letting a wetted finger slide out and circle her tight little asshole a few times. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. Valerie began humping my face, letting out tiny moans with each breath. It was increasingly difficult to remain bitter about my separation with my husband. If it wasn’t for that stupid bastard cheating on me I wouldn’t be lying here enjoying a faceful of delicious teen cunt.

I could feel her getting close and shoved two fingers up her twat. Even though she’d been fucking my son for a while now, she was still very tight. I felt her inner muscles pulsate and then she was cumming. The joy of sharing that pinnacle moment of pleasure with her suffused me with satisfaction. I hate to admit it, but making a woman cum is entirely different from getting a guy off.

Valerie’s body continued to shake above me as the aftershocks faded. She stifled a giggle that ended in a sigh. Once she’d caught her breath, she snuggled down next to me, her hand roaming from one of my breasts to the other, down my tummy, to my hairy pussy, then back up for another slow circuit of my lady parts. We drifted in space like that for a time until I caught myself dozing. It wouldn’t do for her mother to wake up and find me entangled with her naked daughter in the morning.

“Valerie,” I said nudging her. Her hand was cupped over my mound, the tip of her middle finger resting on my clit. “Wake up, sweetie.”

“Hmmm?”

“You’ve got to get back to your own bed.” She nodded, but didn’t move. Her hand gripped me down there, her finger circling my soft nub.

“Go, go, go…” I whispered with a more insistent nudge.

She kissed me, slipping a finger in my hole. I kissed her back and fought to resist the urge to keep her in my bed for another round. I almost called her back as she slipped out my door. I listened for a few minutes. It sounded like she made it safely back without waking her mother or brother. I spread my legs and began touching myself.

I added a third finger to the two I already had inside me. I needed a cock. I wondered if it would be possible to use Gary’s without waking him. No chance, I decided as I fucked myself. I shouldn’t even be considering such things. That was a line I was determined not to cross with my son, and just because he wasn’t aware of it wouldn’t make it okay. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good his dick would feel inside me.

My hand pounded into my pussy as I imagined it was Gary on top of me ramming his big cock into his mother’s horny cunt. I knew how much he wanted to fuck me, even if he did his best not to bring it up. It was also becoming increasingly difficult for me to deny how much I wanted to fuck him despite my stated convictions otherwise. Masturbation and oral sex were bad enough; I had to hold the line somewhere. I clamped my pussy around my fingers knowing how doing that to my son’s cock would make him cum inside me in a matter of seconds.

He’d shot his cum in my mouth, on my face, and all over my tits. He’d jerked his load on my pussy as I held my cunt lips open for him, and on my asshole as I spread my cheeks wide. My son had spewed on my belly, in my hair, and across my thighs. The only place he hadn’t cum is inside me…deep inside his mother’s loving cunt. It was too awful to think about, yet there I was thrashing my way through a mind-blowing orgasm imagining what it would feel like.

I was a horrible mother. A disgusting pervert corrupting everything around me. A selfish deviant who had somehow become addicted to the most depraved kind of sex. Only a few months ago I was a normal mom and housewife. I could count on two fingers the number of “kinky” things I had done in my life. How did I end up like this? I’d heard of the Slippery Slope argument enough times, but now I knew it wasn’t something to be dismissed lightly.

Was there any hope of going back? Could I be “normal” again? Or was it too late for me? I loved the things I was doing, but I hated myself for doing them. Every time I came to the resolution that all this wasn’t so bad, I would inevitably swing the other way. Fear of being caught should have been the only evidence needed to prove to myself it was wrong. And yet I knew that in the morning my son was going to wake up with his cock in my mouth.

I was tempted to go to him right then, but that would only mess with my mind all the more. Tomorrow would be a new day. With any luck the guilt would be gone, replaced by the singular need to feel my boy’s penis thrusting to the back of my throat and tasting his life-giving sperm on my tongue.

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I strolled out of my bedroom wearing nothing but my light summer robe after sleeping in for a few hours. It was Monday and the salon was closed and I had the day off. The kids were in school, so it was just me and Vera in the apartment. The flavor of my son’s cum was still in my mouth as I made myself a cup of coffee. Vera was at the little kitchen table pouring over the want ads in the newspaper. I loved how old school she was.

We exchanged small talk about the lack of decent jobs, the kids, and other bits of nothing. The whole time I was fighting the urge to undo the knot at my waist and let my robe fall open. Being practically naked in front of my sexually repressed house guest was making me ridiculously horny. I wanted to flaunt my tits and pussy in front of her and see how she’d react. I was terrible. I was becoming a sexual predator in my own home.

I decided to take a slightly more subtle tack. “Vera, would be okay if I borrowed my thing back from you?”

“Your thing?”

“The dildo. I’m feeling real horny for some reason and I should probably take advantage of the kids not being around while I can.” I loved how talking the way I was flustered her so. “I could really use a couple good orgasms right about now.”

“Oh…yes…of course…your thing…I go get it…”

She hurried off to her room. She might not be so quick to help me out if she knew her daughter had been riding my face last night. Vera came back with my dildo bundled up in a brightly patterned silk scarf. I unwrapped it in front of her.

“Ah, there’s my handsome boyfriend.” I kissed the tip and Vera’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Has our new friend been wearing you out?”

She laughed nervously. “No…no. I only use one…or maybe two times.” It was adorable how embarrassed she was admitting that to me.

“Not the same as having a real cock, but you have to admit that it does feel good.”

Vera nodded, having a hard time meeting my eye. “I can go to market for to give you some privacy.”

“No, don’t be silly. Relax, finish your coffee. There’s no reason for us to be shy around each other. It’s not like we’re a couple of silly teenagers. We’re mature women who understand our sexual needs and aren’t ashamed of them. Right?”

She was taken a bit off guard by that, but she managed a small smile. “Yes. What you say is true.” Her tone wasn’t as sure as her words, but it was enough for me.

“Okay, then,” I stood, feeling my tits bouncing freely under my thin robe. “I’m going to go take care of myself, but I should warn you that I tend to be a little loud sometimes. I hope that’s okay.”

Vera nodded and shrugged at the same time. The poor woman was at a loss of how to deal with me. I headed back to my room and closed the door partway. I was tempted to leave it wide open, but I thought that might be too bold at this stage.

I dropped my robe, got down onto my bed, and turned the vibrator on. I positioned myself on my knees with my back to the door. I wanted to embolden Vera to watch just in case she was inclined to peek into my room while I was playing. I began fingering myself and touching the buzzing dildo to my nipples.

Visions of sweet, young Valerie between my legs came to me, her darling face pressed to my hairy pussy, hungry for the taste of my horny fuck hole. I slipped the dildo up inside me and let out a moan. It wasn’t full volume, but enough to be heard by anyone in the apartment with me.

I then pictured the scene from just a few hours ago. I pulled Gary’s blanket down as he slept to expose his morning hard-on. I licked and sucked his balls until he stirred, then took his cock in my mouth, circling my tongue around his soft head. He let me do all the work, which I didn’t mind one bit. I bobbed up and down on his erection, my lips wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. I let out another moan recalling that moment of silent bliss we shared when his balls tightened and he filled his mother’s mouth with several spurts of precious semen. I’ll never grow tired of giving my son that kind of pleasure.

I was bouncing up and down on the dildo by that point, the base of it wedged against the mattress leaving my hands free to play with my tits and tug on my nipples. I was panting and moaning as I fucked my toy. Knowing that Vera could hear me made it all the more exciting. Imagining that she was listening, and maybe even touching herself as I had, propelled me quickly toward orgasm. I wanted to turn and see her standing in my open doorway, slacks and panties pulled down, fingers in her pussy, desperately beating off to the sight of me humping my dildo. I didn’t dare look and risk spoiling the fantasy.

“Oh, yes!” I blurted out in a barely restrained wail. “Fuck me. Fuck that horny pussy!”

That was all it took to send me over. I dropped down, plunging the dildo as deep as it could go and cried out with a series of orgasmic moans that left no question as to what was happening. I flopped over on the bed and let the sex chemicals flow through my brain like an addict who’d just shot up. I glanced at the door, but there was no evidence that Vera had been there.

After a few minutes I forced myself to get up. I wanted to laze around some more, but I also wanted to see my housemate before my high wore off completely. Instead of my robe, I slipped on a pair of panties and a skimpy white tank top. I tweaked my nipples to make sure they were showing through the light fabric.

Vera was on the sofa conspicuously flipping through a magazine. I went to the kitchen sink, rinsed off my fuck buddy, and left it standing on end next to the scarf on the table. I went and plopped myself down at the other end of the sofa.

“Whew, I needed that,” I said, patting the front of my panties suggestively.

Vera’s eyes flicked to me and quickly returned to the magazine she wasn’t reading. “Yes, it sound like you have good time.” She bit her lip as if upset with herself for saying that out loud.

“I’m sorry, I have a bad habit of being a bit noisy when I’m excited. I should be more careful.”

“No, is not bad,” she said. She looked at me, her eyes going from my face to my tits then back up. “I mean…I glad you have fun and it is good to hear.”

I couldn’t be certain, but I decided to interpret that as her telling me she liked listening to me make myself cum. I let a hand casually drift to one of my breasts.

“It was fun, but it would be more fun if it was with another person.” I pinched my nipple. Vera blushed and looked at her magazine. “It’s been so long,” I lied.

“You are very beautiful,” Vera offered, “you can find a man for that easy.”

I wasn’t sure how far I should push things. “I didn’t say the other person had to be a man.”

Vera looked at me without making an effort to hide her shock. “Oh! I did not know you were…that way…”

“Aren’t we all a little bit ‘that way’?” I asked with a friendly wink. “No, I’ve just been thinking lately that maybe another man isn’t the answer for me right now. As much as I love a nice cock, maybe it would be better for me to be with someone that wasn’t interested in anything more than just making each other feel good.” I rolled my hard nipple between my fingers as if it were as natural a thing to do in front of her as twirling a lock of my hair.

“When you say someone…you mean a woman, yes?”

“It’s not something I’ve ever done before,” the lies were piling up, “but I’ve always thought about it. It’s not something I would have seriously considered when I was younger, but nowadays it seems like everyone’s doing it.”

Vera nodded absently, her mind going somewhere I couldn’t guess at. “Yes. The girls go with girls easy today. It is a sin, but maybe no such a bad one.”

“Masturbating is a sin, too,” I laughed, “but that’s what confession is for. Right?”

“You say bad things,” she scolded me, then gave in to a laugh herself. She looked me over, making no secret of the fact that she was taking in my barely concealed tits and noticing the slight camel toe I was rocking downstairs. “I thinking I need to make a sin with your boyfriend now, too.”

With that cheeky comment, she got up from the sofa, retrieved the dildo from the table, and headed to her room. Even though I’d just cum, I was suddenly horny all over again. Vera had certainly come a long way from the serious, sullen woman she had been when I first met her. The question this raised was how much farther was she willing to go?

I heard what I thought was a moan. I held my breath and listened. The sound came again. I got up and peeked down the hall. Vera’s bedroom door wasn’t closed all the way, just like I had done. That saucy vixen. My hand was in my panties before I knew it. As my mental debate about what to do next bounced back and forth in my head, I was already creeping toward her door, getting more and more turned on as the sounds of her breathing heavily and moving around on the bed became more distinct.

My only intention was to listen, but I found myself leaning in just to check if I could see anything. A sudden tingle shot from my clit to my asshole. I could see something.

It wasn’t much. Some naked skin, an arm it turned out. That arm was moving suggestively. The flash of a breast. Dark nipple. More soft, lilting moans. She was surely masturbating. The wet sound of repeated penetration. But there was no buzzing. She was definitely fucking herself though.

“Yes…” I heard Vera whine softly. “So bad…”

I fingered myself quicker, trying not to make any noise. This was insanely hot. And I needed to see more.

I lightly touched the door, pushing it just a little. My narrow view expanded. Vera’s bare tits and tummy were revealed to me. Her body was sensuously alluring. Her proportions were similar to her daughter’s, but the maturity of her figure, the years of experience it suggested, made it even sexier. Any teenage girl can have a hot body, but at her age it takes a special lady to provoke the kind of desire I was feeling.

“Why you make me do this…?” Vera moaned quietly as she writhed. She was fucking herself faster. I had my middle finger up inside me, moving to match her pace.

I wanted to see what she was doing between her legs. I gave the door another nudge. I could see my target, but there was the tiniest of creaks from one of the hinges. I froze, cursing myself for being too greedy, then annoyed that I never thought to oil those stupid hinges before they moved in.

Vera paused for a brief moment at the suspicious noise, then carried on. I couldn’t see much from my angle, but her legs were open, both hands were down there, and there was no doubt she was fucking herself with the dildo. There was a large tuft of dark pubic hair that appeared even fuller than mine. I never wanted to put my face in another woman’s cunt as much as I did right then.

“I am cumming…” she moaned, not as quietly before. “I make my pussy cum…”

My fingertip found my magic spot up inside me, and I pressed the heel of my hand against my throbbing clit. I was determined to cum with her. Her legs flexed, her hips rose to meet her thrusts with the toy, and the sounds of wet sex became louder.

“Aiee, aiee, aaaaaaaie…” Her body arched up off the mattress and I knew she was being rewarded with a wonderful orgasm. A second later, I was sharing that same feeling.

It was all I could do not to cry out as my vision dimmed and my knees weakened. By the time my pleasure waned, Vera was lying motionless. I took one more longing look at her nakedness, and tiptoed away guiltily. Would she notice that the door was open wider than when she started? Did I give myself away when the door creaked? Did she suspect I was there and finish anyway?

I arranged myself on the sofa and picked up the magazine she had been looking at earlier. It was almost ten minutes before she rejoined me in the living room. She was dressed as before, but as she approached it was clear by the pronounced sway of her breasts that she hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on.

“Now there’s the look of a satisfied woman,” I teased as she sat down.

“A little bit satisfied, yes. Doing it for yourself is no the same as with someone else.”

Was the fact that she said “someone else” instead of “a man” meaningful, or was I reading too much into it? She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.

“Well…if you’re ever interested…” I teetered on going one of two ways with the rest of that sentence. I chickened out. “…we can always go out one night and maybe meet some nice men who would be willing to do it for us.”

Vera’s expression became a mix of shock and amusement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she clucked with a shake of her head. “So bad. No…I don’t think strange man is what I need right now.”

“Fine, then, we can look for a couple nice women instead.” My gut clenched. I was going too far too fast!

She chuckled, but the shock had faded and only amusement remained. “That is for silly schoolgirls,” she said wistfully, “no for grown up like us.”

Not what I was expecting to hear. I was still trying to figure out the most advantageous response when she spoke up again.

“I have to admit to you something.” Her face became troubled. She wanted to tell me, but she was afraid of how I’d react. “A week ago, I open bathroom door and see you son. He was with no clothes on, going to go in the shower. I see his thing down there. It was a little bit hard.”

She looked to see how I was reacting. I guess my blank stare was enough to encourage her to go on with her confession.

“He have his music things in his ears, so he no hear me. I close the door and go away.” She struggled for a few seconds before going on. “I think about him later in my bed. I remember his penis and have wrong ideas…”

File this under last thing I expected to hear.

“Okay…”

“I feel sorry for it and worry you hate me for this. I think on him many times at night.”

“I guess I can’t blame you. He is a good looking young man.” My head was racing. Was I feeling a bit jealous, or just excited by the possibilities? How could I use this to my advantage to get what I wanted? “If I saw your son Cris like that, I’d probably fantasize about his cock, too.”

“You no mad at me?”

“Why would I be?” I scooted close and took her hand. “We’re all crammed in this tiny apartment. We can’t avoid seeing and hearing things. Things that are normally private. You saw my son naked and it turned you on. That’s perfectly understandable given your situation.”

“I think too much about sex lately,” she said. Her regretful statement seemed designed for me for me to counter it. “He so young. I’m such old lady. I can’t think about boys that way.”

“I’m sure Gary would be flattered if he knew you were thinking of his cock and touching yourself.”

Vera looked away, but didn’t deny my allegation.

“Still…” She trailed off, probably distracted by more thoughts of my son’s dick.

“Was it nice? Gary’s penis…?”

“Very nice,” she said without thinking, then suddenly remembered who she was talking to. Her cheeks flushed. “He is good boy.”

“They grow up so fast.” For some reason it occurred to me then that I hadn’t heard her wash or rinse off after she’d finished in the bedroom. I lifted her hand and kissed her fingers in what appeared to be a friendly gesture of support. The scent of pussy was there. “You know,” I said with a jaunty tone, “if you asked, I wouldn’t be surprised if Gary would have sex with you. He thinks you’re a hot momma. What they call a MILF these days.”

“Oh, you crazy!”

“Maybe. But I still think he wants to fuck you.”

“He is my daughter boyfriend!”

“And a guy.”

“He won’t be a cheat.”

“Maybe not,” I conceded. “I did try to raise him right. But here we are, two horny women and we have two hot young men cooped up in this little apartment with us.” I shot her a wink.

“I already feel bad, and you going to make me feel worse,” she said with a hint of a giggle.

“You fuck my son, and I fuck yours. That sounds like a fair deal.”

“Oh my God! How do you even say that? You are the devil.”

“Can you imagine? We’ve been doing it with old men for so many years. Wouldn’t it be nice to be with a young guy, who has a really hard cock, and could fuck us as long as we wanted instead of falling asleep after two pumps?”

“Mmm, yes.” Her hardening nipples became obvious beneath her blouse.

“They would do whatever we wanted, and we could teach them new tricks. You’d be in your room making love to Gary, and I’d be right next door having sex with Cris.”

“Stop. I will go to hell just from listening to you.” Her eyes told me she wanted to hear more.

“I know you want my son’s nice penis.”

“And also you want the penis of my boy.” She shook her head again, a weak effort to deny what we both knew was true. “It is only something to think about,” Vera insisted.

I became aware that if I didn’t do something in that moment, this opportunity would be wasted.

I slipped my hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my panties. “How about we think about it together?” I leaned back on the sofa and opened my legs while I continued massaging my cunt. “Tell me what you want to do with my son’s cock.”

Vera hesitated. The fear in her eyes slowly ebbed and was replaced by lust. She unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her full breasts. She leaned against the armrest and pinched both of her nipples, her gaze focused on my circling hand.

“I would go on my knees in front of your son Gary and suck his big cock in my mouth.” Her fingers twisted the dark flesh at the tips of her breasts. “No you say to me what would you do with the penis of my son?”

She was hooked! I couldn’t believe we were really about to do this…

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After I posted the link to the Whore video about a month ago, I got a great email from Pipi, a devoted reader, dirty caption contributor, and all around hornball. She loved the video as much as I (and many of you) did, and in her message she went into detail about what turned her on. This got me thinking about the videos that get me off.

Why do some vids get me so turned on that I have to make myself cum while watching? I never thought about it much beyond my simple animal responses. But there has to be more to it than that. I might watch 5 or 6 porn clips before I hit one that pushes my button. What does that last one have that sets it apart from the others?

With that in mind, I thought I might do what Pipi did and take a closer look at the videos that I’ve made myself cum to and breakdown what it is that gets me so aroused. I’ve learned a lot about myself by exploring my fantasies in my stories, and I’m hoping that I can perhaps discover even more by analyzing my porno preferences. I’m also hoping that this self-indulgent exercise proves to be interesting enough to others to make it a recurring subject for future posts.

The video I selected (for no particular reason) is My Sweet Polish Wife and Toy at XHamster. The first thing it has going for it is that it’s an amateur video. Although I sometimes enjoy professional stuff, I usually gravitate to homemade videos when I’m in the mood to diddle myself. I find real people having sex (alone or with others) much more interesting. I was always aware that one of the reasons is that it appeals to my voyeuristic side and plays into my longing to see what other people are doing behind closed doors. But, as I think about it now, I realize that there’s something more.

When it’s real people filming their real sex, there’s a good chance that their excitement and pleasure is genuine. The professionals and paid “amateurs” are putting on a show. Sure they might be enjoying it, but I can never really know. Real people record their sex because it turns them on. On top of that, they’re doing what they do in the video because they truly want to get off (or at least get their partner off). Yes, they could also be faking it, but the motivation to do so isn’t the same as when the script demands that a character cums on cue. So, knowing that the people I’m watching are legitimately aroused, and kinky enough to do what they’re doing on camera, is what sets amateur homemade vids apart for me.

“Sweet Polish Wife” is a hidden spy video, and it looks believable to me. I get annoyed with “hidden” videos that are obviously staged. I shouldn’t condone these sorts of vids because they are a huge violation of someone’s privacy, but at the same time they are very appealing to my voyeuristic compulsions. I love seeing people being naturally sexual when they don’t know they’re on camera. It’s as close as I’ve ever come to spying on someone for real.

We start with a nice, middle-aged lady with her hand down her pants. I like it already! She’s watching some type of porn video on TV, which only adds to her attractiveness. Only a few seconds in, she’s stripping off her sweat pants and fetching her naughty toy from under the bed. Great for building the anticipation! This seemingly mundane activity really enhances the excitement for me.

She lubes up her dildo, and at the 0:45 mark, she sits on the edge of the bed and works the toy into her pussy. You can’t see much, but I love the way she’s looking down between her legs as she begins fucking herself. One of my favorite treats while I’m having sex with my hubby is when we’re in a position where I can see his cock going in and out of me. I suppose this is why seeing her watching as she fucks herself does it for me – I know just what kind of pleasure she’s feeling at that moment. (I also like the background moans coming from the porn video, too!)

After a good minute of slowly fucking herself with the dildo, our horny lady then rolls back on the bed at 1:40. This gives me a nice thrill. I adore the position she assumes: on her back, knees up, feet in the air, legs spread. So fucking hot! It looks so inviting, like she’s offering her pussy and ass up to be fucked. We also get a much better view of her puss and that long dildo sliding in and out. It becomes clear that her toy is a vibrator as she turns it on or adjusts the speed. She’s really feeling it now!

At 3:00, she does something that sets this video apart for me. It’s been lovely up to this point, but then she grabs a small folding mirror, lies back, opens her legs and uses the mirror to look at her own cunt. Fan-fucking-tastic! I have my own narcissistic relationship with my own reflection (as I’m sure most women do), and I occasionally enjoy masturbating in front of a mirror. I admit that I feel silly about being turned on by the sight of my own naked body, but I guess that’s better than the alternative. However, I’ve never done it like this lady with a hand mirror. Something to consider…

So, why does this turn me on so frigging much? Part of it is that I’m quite certain this isn’t something that she would do in front of anyone else. We’re getting a peek into a truly private moment. Another reason is that (and I have to say I’m fairly disgusted with myself for this) I can’t help but think about how humiliated she would be (or is) at knowing she’s been exposed to the world while performing this most intimate of private acts. Not just that the world can see her masturbating her pussy, but that she’s indulging in such self-adoration with the mirror.

One more aspect is that she’s turned on by the sight of her own pussy. She’s not just rubbing one out as a quick matter of habit. She’s really into it. This lady is treating herself – first with the porno, then the toy, and now the mirror. She’s taking advantage of this time alone to maximize her pleasure with all the things that excite her. This is something she really wants, and it’s all just for her (or so she thinks).

It ends somewhat abruptly with a subdued orgasm, then her checking her pussy out from some different angles. Cute. When I first watched this video, I got to the end then went back to when she started using the mirror. I fingered myself like crazy watching her watch herself and made myself cum before getting to the end again. I’ve watched it a few times since, and each time I do so while fucking myself with my own dildo along with her. It’s like I’m feeling what she’s feeling, and I always have a great orgasm as a result.

There are a few other videos featuring this horny lady. Amateur Wife Barbara Dildo Masturbate at PornHub is short but good. We get to see her fully naked in this one, which gives us a look at those darling tits of hers. This one is more of a quickie, although I’m sure there was more “foreplay” going on before the video starts that we don’t see. Instead of lying on her back, she’s kneeling over the mirror. You can’t see her pussy, but it’s still pretty hot. I love the way her back hunches while she plays with herself in this position. Also at PornHub is Barbara from Poland Masturbate Under Dress. Here she’s fully dressed and fingering with her hand down her pants. Sexy, but not something I can get off to. The only other one I could find was My Polish Wife Masturbating and Watching Porn at XVideos. This is a night-vision type of video where she fingers herself. I like this one, too – especially her little grunts near the end when she cums.

Okay, so that ended up being longer than I expected. It turned out to be an interesting experiment for me. Please let me know if you’d like to read more of my introspective porn examinations, or if one was enough. Either way, I’d be curious to know what turns you on (or off) about the video that I looked at in this post. Thanks for listening!

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As most of you know by now, I really get off on people getting off on my stories. I love hearing from guys who tell me then jerked off to something I wrote and came all over themselves. And it’s a truly special treat when I learn from a female reader that my writing inspired her to finger herself to orgasm. It may sound silly, but I honestly do feel honored and humbled to know that people react to my work in this very intimate way. I know that’s what porn is supposed to do, but with the universe of erotic material out there it amazes me that regular people just like me chose my stuff to cum to.

That being said, I consider it an extra special compliment when I hear that I’ve inspired some form of sexual escapade between a couple. I have nothing but the highest regard for masturbation, obviously, but it’s a thrill to know that a couple has fucked as the result of reading one of my filthy fantasies. It blows my mind when I’m told about how a couple reads my stories together, then fuck (sometimes even reenacting a scene from the story), but I also like it when a reader gets so turned on that they just have to take it out on their partner. I have a feeling there are a lot of satisfied wives out there who have no idea that the cock they got the other night was hard because of me! You’re welcome, ladies! LOL

The other day I received a message that described in tantalizing detail just such a romantic encounter. Reading about his experience got me so horny that I wrote him back and asked him if I could share his account with everyone. I realized that one of the things that turned me on about his letter was that it was a lot like the amateur videos that I get off to. This is about real people having real sex for no other purpose than their own carnal gratification. And, best of all, I get an explicit peek into someone’s bedroom – a rare privilege I would otherwise never be able to enjoy.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. Below is the message I received from S., and I hope you find it as arousing as I did.

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So there I was, casually browsing Lush for something interesting, when the description under the title “Coming out to Play 2″ pricked my interest. Then, without a by your leave, your dirty little mind took me on a fantastically erotic journey following Kelsey’s exhibitionist awakening and her developing, sweet, masturbatory relationship with Derek. I loved it all. The scenario, the descriptions, the words, the development, the romance, the innocence mixed with explicit sex. Your descriptions of their liaisons are so well written, and, of course exquisitely dirty. Lovely. As you might imagine it had me hard and horny as hell.

I’d been browsing Lush on my phone on the floor beside my bed because I couldn’t sleep and my wife was sound asleep after her shift. She had showered, and we’d had a sleepy cuddle and fondle, which was nice, but she was tired and I wasn’t ready for sleep. After reading about Kelsey, which had me grinding my stiff cock into the mattress, I read your Lush profile and found my way to your blog. A quick scroll through the “Polish Wife” article and “Open Door Policy Ch 24″ had me wanting to bury my face in my wife’s cunt hoping she’d wake up so we could fuck! I didn’t do that, but I did reach over and gently stroke her nipples and slide my hand down to her pussy in the selfish hope she may stir. But she was out for the count. I nearly succumbed to playing with myself, but decided against it, wanting to keep my cum for morning. I don’t know when my cock subsided. I know it was still hard and throbbing as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke early and had a quick shower, made myself a tea, and returned to bed. Wifey was still asleep so I revisited your blog on my iPad. A slower read through “Open Door Policy Ch 24″ had me rampant and alternating between stroking my cock and grinding on it under me. I’m surprised she didn’t wake with all the movement. Perhaps she’s used to it. It’s not uncommon for me to surf porn as she sleeps. What a great chapter that is. One of my favourite scenarios well written and dirty as fuck. A young girl with an older woman. Uninhibited language…Mmmmm. “I want your cunt,” I breathed into her ear. “Sit on my face.” Lovely, lovely, lovely. And, of course, written in the first person. That always gets me going so much more than the detachment of observatory stories written in the third person. And, the developing tension between you and Vera, the voyeurism, the interplay, the teasing, the mutual unspoken desire, and then the cliffhanger! I can’t wait to read the next installment.

Although i wanted desperately to grab my cock and stroke the cum out of it, I resisted and had a browse over chapter 23, as I wanted to know what had led to chapter 24. I also watched “The Whore”. Mostly “wow!” As I browsed around your other pages, my wife stirred and reached out. I obliged by positioning myself so my cock “fell” into her hand. I’d been leaking pre-cum, and she rubbed it over the head with her thumb.

Now…I can’t write at all well, so I won’t try to describe our heated sex session in anything like the way you’re able to bring your scenes to life in your stories, so I’ll simply try to describe some of the things we enjoyed after your pages had made me so goddamn horny!

I took some inspiration from your pages. For example, I told her I wanted to eat her cunt, and she of course thought this was an excellent idea! And, I also rolled her on top so she could brush her nipples over my lips as “The Whore” had done against her sheets. Of course we played our own games, such as me taking pictures on my phone of my thumb in her pussy, which, as soon as the camera “click” sounded, had her cumming. I watched her cunt pulsing inches from my face, my thumb still in her feeling the contractions. She does love the “naughtiness” of me taking pictures, which we never share with anyone, and don’t often even look at ourselves. It’s more the act of having the picture taken which she finds so exciting, and which, like this time, can tip her over the edge, especially if I’ve got her close to cumming with some yummy pussy eating first.

To “rest” her sensitive clit for a while, she gave my cock some desperately needed attention, sucking me slowly, as she loves to do, savouring every inch. Occasionally she squeezed it between her finger and thumb, pressing along the length from bottom to top to make a glob of pre-cum appear. She loves this, normally wiping my pre-cum off with her finger to rub onto her tongue so we can kiss and taste it together. This time, however, she simply licked it off with the tip of her tongues and selfishly didn’t share! She also asked me to fuck her mouth, which is a common request of hers.

She lay on her back, head hanging over the edge of the bed, and I stood beside the bed and slid my cock in her mouth. She reached her hands around my arse, and gently, but firmly, pulled me to her, forcing my cock in her mouth. She then lets me pull out before the pressure on my arse tells me to slide into her again – she’s in control! There are other times she wants me to fuck her mouth as if I’m fucking her cunt. She doesn’t like to gag, or take it in her throat, but takes it as far as she can.

Anyway, as she fucked my cock with her mouth, I leaned forward and encouraged her legs open with my hands and slid my tongue as deep in her cunt as I could. With my hands under her arse, I could really get deep into her, pulling her up to me as I stretched my tongue into her. This is one of our favourite things to do and often we cum like this. But not this time. I savoured her pussy for a while, but as I’m giving the very tip of her clit some very light attention with the very tip of my tongue, she pushed my cock out of her mouth and pushed me away from her. She turned over, pushed a pillow under her, one leg straight out the other bent, and presented me with her inviting arse and cunt…well, who needs to be invited twice!

I carried on my oral ministrations. I love licking her like that, occasionally flicking over her arsehole, but mostly concentrating on her pussy and clit. I shifted positions between having my nose in her arse and licking from arse to clit and tongue fucking her. Of course, it ended up with her getting on her knees and wordlessly asking to be fucked. I, of course, obliged!

It ended with her rubbing her clit to another orgasm as I came over her arse and lower back. I love watching my cum hit her back. Afterward, she said something she’s never said before. Nothing amazing, just new. She said she’d never felt my cum to be as warm as it was. Strange, and I’m sure just an illusion!

And so, thanks to your blog, I got very horny. And, thanks, in part to your blog, my wife and I had some very satisfying morning fun.

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Thanks so much for sharing this with me, S.! Like your wife, I adore the feeling of warm cum spraying across my lower back after my husband has given me a thorough doggy style pounding. I can just picture the pearly cream jetting out of your hard cock as it glistens with your wife’s slick cunt juices while your impassioned cockhead swells with each manful spurt.

I get a lot of email each day and it can sometimes be a little overwhelming. Even so, I have to admit that it’s still as much a boost for me to hear from readers now as it was when I first started. Granted, it can be a lot of work at times, but I would be a liar if I said I didn’t get back more than I give. Without the feedback from you all, this would be a hollow pursuit. I do take pleasure from the writing process itself, but without you it would feel more like masturbating all the time without ever cumming. The stroking feels good, but it needs to lead to something. And that something is a wonderful orgasm. And – in case I wasn’t clear – in this analogy, my act of writing is me stroking myself and all of you are my big wet sloppy orgasm!

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I had some wonderful mid-week sex last night. I’ve been going to bed earlier than hubby lately, so our bedtimes have been offset for about the past month. This makes it much less likely that there will be any cuddling, which mean the chances of spontaneous sex breaking out are close to nil.

When I gave Dave a goodnight kiss last night in the kitchen, the words “Come upstairs and fuck me real quick” came out of my mouth. We were both a little surprised by this. Even though we’ve been married as long as we have, I still tend to be rather subtle about letting him know when I’m in the mood. He will often be blunt about initiating lovemaking with charming invitations like: “How about some pussy sex?” or “You up for a poke in the whiskers?” It annoys me how much his crass foolishness turns me on.

I, on the other hand, will usually just get kissy with him and let my hand work its way down to his daddy stick. Sometimes I’ll flash him a boob, or my butt, under the pretense of asking a silly question like: “Do you think my nipples are getting bigger?” or “Is it time for me to get a butt lift?” Showing him a little sex-flesh is usually enough to inspire my boy to take me.

I can probably count on two fingers the number of times I’ve flat out asked for it, and those previous times had the benefit of alcohol being involved. After our moment of shock wore off, hubby chased me upstairs, threw me on the bed, and dived face-first into my pussy. I usually like to “freshen up” before he eats me, but there was no time for such niceties last night. He didn’t seem to mind that I was a little ripe down there, and tongue lashed my clit to the brink of orgasm. Just before I got there, he slipped one of his thick fingers into my hole and tickled my g-spot. Oh fuck! I had to scream into the pillow so I wouldn’t wake up the kids.

He stayed down there and waited until my clit-o-meter indicated I was out of the red zone, then he fluttered his tongue lightly over my stiff nub until I came again. It’s amazing how little stimulation I need after I’ve gone off that first time. I expected him to shove his cock in my mouth after that so I could return the favor, but he went straight for my cunt. No arguments here!

He rubbed his soft cockhead up and down my slit to get it wet, then plunged it into me. That sudden shock of being filled up took my breath away. He immediately got a good rhythm going as I locked my legs around his. He knows exactly how to position his body and angle his cock to get me off with reliable efficiency. Dave wasn’t fooling around with anything else last night – he was on a straightforward mission to make me cum. I guess me asking for it to be “real quick” was his cue that I didn’t need any real foreplay or build-up. He was cutting right to the main event. Sweet!

For some reason, I was very conscious of the way my tits were bouncing as he pumped his cock into my pussy. That sensation alone was almost enough to propel me to my third orgasm of the session. Once I was done thrashing from that, Dave lowered his body tight to mine and switched to a grinding technique. Perfect transition. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around his waist so I could feel him deeper inside me. His pubic bone pressed against my clit, and I matched his movements to maximize my pleasure.

My hands were on his back so I was able to feel the strong muscles there shifting and flexing. Damn, that feels sexy! It only took about a minute of that before I was cumming yet again. I had gotten just what I wanted, and now it was his turn.

My husband lifted his torso up and began fucking me with long strokes. I squeezed his cock with my inner pussy muscles each time he drew himself out of me. I was going to milk the cum right out of him with my cunt. He picked up speed and shortened his thrusts, using just the first half of his cock to fuck me. His breathing got heavy and he began making those cute little sex moans that he makes. I suddenly found myself wondering what he was thinking about as he concentrated on his own pleasure.

Maybe it was Sharon, the sexy nerd from work with the glasses and tight ass. Was he fantasizing about bending her over a desk and pounding her pussy while everyone in the office watched? Or perhaps he was thinking about the girl who worked the register at the Wendy’s he goes to for lunch – the one with the big tits. Was my husband humping away at me while imagining sliding his cock between those fat knockers as she begged him for his hot load of sperm?

Strangely enough, my fantasies of his possible fantasies triggered something and suddenly I was cumming again! This rarely ever happens when I’m focused on getting him off, but the fireworks were going like it was the Fourth of July. Dave started fucking faster, which prolonged my orgasm, making it the most intense one of the night. Just as I was coming down, he went off. My husband let out a strangled grunt and thrust himself deep into me. He punctuated each of his spurts with another short thrust, dumping his cum into me with loving force.

He stayed inside me until we both caught our breath. He carefully pulled out and let me cup my hand over my pussy so none of his jizz would spill onto the sheets (even though I had already created a pretty substantial wet spot already). I went to the toilet to pee and enjoyed the ploppy sound of the gobs of cum dripping out of me. By the time I got back to our room he was already snoozing and I had to be the one to go downstairs and turn off the TV and all the lights. I guess it was a fair trade off after a 5 orgasm fuck session!

I’m quite certain that the energy of our Wednesday night romp was due in large part to my direct “demand” for sex. This is a clear incentive for me to be more assertive about initiating when I’m horny, but I want to be careful and not dilute the power of this particular move. It’s just nice to know that I have a new weapon in my sexual arsenal that I can pull out when the time is right. I suspect that I may never have tried this style of romantic gambit if it weren’t for my writing. Even though asking for sex that way isn’t something I would normally do, it was definitely something one of my characters would do. Yet another small example of how porn has improved my sex life!

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And now I have to admit that I told you all about my little fuck-fest just to soften you up for this news…

I’ve been back from my previous “hiatus” for about 6 weeks now, and to be honest I haven’t gotten hardly any work done on my stories. To complicate matters, my girls will be finished with school and starting summer vacation next week. After a few days of considering the problem, I’ve decided to take a bit of a writer’s retreat.

Over the next 2 or 3 weeks, I want to concentrate as much of my free private time exclusively to working on my stories. Some of that time will have to be devoted to adjusting to the first week of the kids being out of school, which is always a little crazy. Otherwise, I want to maximize the time I do have before they’re running around the house full time again.

I know some of you will be disappointed to lose me again so soon after my last break, but just know that when I return I should have lots of hotness to share with you. My plan is to start with the third and final installment of “Self-Sucking Sissy.” After that, I have an interesting cuckold story I’ve been working on that I believe many of you will enjoy (even if you’re not normally into cuck stuff). Of course, I will also have to do at least one new episode of “Open Door Policy.”

I’ll be happy if I can at least get those three things done, but I also have three other stories in the works that I’d like to try to get to. I’ve already scheduled enough captions to carry you through the next few weeks, but otherwise I will be in “low power” mode as far as posting other items or responding to emails.

Stay horny and I’ll see you all on the other side!

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I confess to having a sick fascination with news stories about the sexual misconduct of moms and female teachers. I’m embarrassed that I find them inappropriately titillating, and frustrated that they never include the kind of explicit details I know are there but aren’t included. I thought it might be fun to fill in some of those gaps myself and see what the story would look like if I were the reporter on the sex crime beat.

First, the real story.

Now, the hole story:

A mother in Adel, Georgia is being accused of hosting a party for her teenage daughter that allegedly included naked Twister, consumption of pot and alcohol and included her having sex with her daughter’s male friends. Patricia Kealy, 35, was arrested Saturday night and charged with two counts of contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

The charges stem from a wild party held a few weeks ago in her home, according to police reports. The violations were reported by Kealy’s Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor, who contacted the Sheriff’s Office after the events of the alcohol and drug fueled teen sex romp were shared with her in confidence.

Kealy told her sponsor that her 16-year-old daughter asked if she could have friends over “to party.” She reportedly agreed and allowed her daughter and friends to smoke pot and drink booze in her home. In addition, Kealy participated in naked Twister with the teens and showed them explicit photos of herself having sex with her boyfriend.

“Ashley’s mom is super chill and has a fucking hot body,” said Brian, one of the boys who attended the party. “We joked about her playing Twister with us, but didn’t really expect her to jump in. She was the first one to take her top off and show her tits, then all the other girls did it, too. Ashley’s mom pulled down Evan’s shorts during one game and grabbed his dick. It was funny as fuck. When Mrs. Kealy showed us the pics of her getting corn-holed, we knew it was on. After that, everyone just got naked and it was crazy awesome.”

Kealy confessed to having sex with an 18-year-old male in the bathroom while the naked Twister game continued. She reportedly walked in while he was urinating and watched him as she fondled her breasts and clitoris. According to the male, Kealy then bent over the vanity, spread her pussy open, and invited him to “shove it in.” The teen reportedly did not wear a condom and completed the act by filling his friend’s mom with an allegedly massive load of hot cum.

“Yeah, I fucked her,” admitted the 18-year-old male who asked not to be identified. “After all that naked Twister, her pussy was wet as hell and she wanted it bad. No way I wasn’t going put my cock in her. That lady really knows how to bang!”

The sheriff’s report alleges that Kealy went to bed alone, but awoke around 3:30 am when she felt someone having sex with her. “She stated at first she thought it was the 18-year-old from earlier, but then realized it was a 16-year-old who was in fact her daughter’s boyfriend,” the sponsor told deputies.

“It’s not my mom’s fault,” Ashley, the accused’s daughter, told investigators. “It was because [my boyfriend’s] cock is, like, 10 inches long and huge. He was upset because I wasn’t able to take it all, so I told him that my mom could probably handle him. We went to her room and she was passed out naked, but I opened up her legs and told him he could go ahead and fuck her. He wasn’t sure about it at first, but I said she wouldn’t mind and he did it.”

This initially sounded like rape to Capt. Steven Harris, but no charges are pending after interrogating the teen. “When Patricia Kealy awoke to find the well-hung 16-year-old male performing intercourse with her, she encouraged him to continue with her daughter present, shouting ‘pound my cunt with that huge boy cock,’ along with several other statements of a similar nature.”

“Based on the investigation, there’s no evidence the 16-year-old committed a crime,” Harris said. “Likewise, the daughter has not been charged at this time for not reporting that she witnessed her mother have sexual relations with a minor while she watched and masturbated to orgasm.”

Ashley Kealy, 16, was reached later at her home and asked about her mother.

“My mom and me have always been close. She taught me all about sex and even showed me how to make myself cum. We’re naked around each other all the time and it’s no big deal. We even masturbate right out in the open and it’s all cool. Sometimes, if we’re both really horny, we’ll eat each other out. I have the best mom anyone could want and everyone is saying it was the greatest party ever.”

The police report states that her sponsor goes to the same church as Kealy. The suspect allegedly belongs to a sexual addiction support group where she admitted to being a “sexual deviant” who is addicted to pornography.

“Where were moms like this when I was 16?” asked a Sheriff’s spokesman following his official statements to the press. Off the record, all of the officers agreed no crimes were committed and it was likely that the sponsor who snitched was nothing more than a “dried up old hag who probably hasn’t gotten laid since the Carter administration.”

Kealy was released from the County Detention Center after posting a $4,200 bond and providing several of the sheriff’s deputies and one local reporter with enthusiastic handjobs.

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I slowly opened my eyes just enough to see daylight streaming through a nearby window. My head hurt, my pussy was sore, and, if I had to guess, I’d say I lost my anal virginity at some point last night. I was lying on an unfamiliar beige carpet in nothing but a pair of equally unfamiliar men’s golden silk boxers. Where the fuck was I?

Once I managed to get unsteadily to my feet, I began to recognize the place. A rented condo overlooking the river. Cleveland. Fucking Ohio. I opened the refrigerator and thankfully found a bottle of water. I downed the whole thing and tried to piece things together. Last thing I remember was congratulating Pence backstage after his speech. It was all a rush after that. I was in charge of transportation for the kids. I know I had made all the arrangements, but couldn’t remember if it all went according to plan. I reached for another water, noticing the big hickey on my left tit for the first time. That’s when I heard a woman’s voice coming from behind the partly closed bedroom door.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned.” This was followed by a throaty laugh and a loud smooch.

As my brain was still gearing up to place the voice, Ivanka walked out of the room. She had on the same form-fitting white dress that she wore at the convention last night. How the fuck did she end up in my bedroom? She spotted me standing in the kitchen with my tits hanging out and my mouth hanging open.

Ivanka came up close to me, pressing her chest to mine, and kissed me affectionately on the cheek. “If that really was your first time eating pussy, you’ve got a natural talent for it.” She kissed me on the lips and headed for the door. I was too stunned to warn her that she had a big patch of dried cum in her hair before she was gone.

While my battered mind was still reeling, a man’s voice jolted my attention.

“What do we have for breakfast?” My stomach dropped when I recognized it.

Donald was standing in the doorway of the bedroom. He was nude and scratching his balls as he looked around. His penis was barely visible in the unruly nest of orange pubic hair that dominated his crotch. In my mounting panic, I didn’t even bother covering up my naked boobs. What the hell had gone on here last night? Ivanka and her father? No. The staff joked about it, but nooooo…

Donald moved with his customary swagger over to the kitchen bar and took a seat on one of the stools.

“You throw a hell of a party, little lady” he said with a jovial smile. “I’m very, very impressed.” He was staring at my tits so I didn’t know if he was referring to the party that I’d supposedly thrown or my boobs. Not that it mattered either way. My boss was sitting naked four feet from me and had apparently spent the night banging his daughter in my bed! And, I was pretty sure I had participated somehow.

“I’m going to need those back, by the way.” Donald nodded toward the golden boxers I was wearing.

Before I could answer, another voice drew my attention toward the bedroom.

“What’s with all the screaming out here?” Don Jr. staggered out rubbing his head. He, too, was nude, but from the size of the schlong swaying between his legs he obviously took after his mother’s side in the cock department.

“See,” Donald scolded, “this is why I don’t drink.” He chuckled and shot me a good-natured wink. “How about a little hair of the dog?” With this, he waggled his dick at his son.

Don Jr. smirked, went to where his father was seated, dropped down on his knees, and began sucking his cock. I didn’t think I could be any more shocked than I already was, but holy shit.

Donald stroked his boy’s hair as his dick grew to something that was just shy of respectably average. “I think the only reason he came to work for me was so that he could sneak into my office on his lunch break and do this.” He was talking to me as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. “He really is quite good at it.”

“Has anyone seen my panties?” I knew Tiffany’s whine as soon as I heard it. She had on a lacy white bra and nothing else. Her light patch of wispy pubic hair was shaved in the shape of a heart. Looks like Josh was the winner of that office pool.

I didn’t know if the nausea I was feeling was from the hangover or from the revelation that half the Trump brood had apparently had an incestuous orgy in my bedroom last night.

“Last I saw them,” Donald said, “you were stuffing them into your sister’s pussy.”

“God, she is such a kinky bitch. Why does she make me do that all the time?”

Donald shrugged, Jr. sucked, and Tiffany collapsed face first onto the sofa. Her cute little ass was perfect except for the hickey on the right cheek that matched the one on my tit.

“Do you have another one of those waters?” Donald asked. “And, if you have it, maybe you could get started on a pot of coffee. We all have a big day ahead of us.”

I fetched the official Republican candidate for the presidency a water as he sat there naked getting a blowjob from his well-hung son. As I did, I noticed that Don Jr. was hard and stroking himself while he lovingly suckled his father’s modest cock.

I busied myself with making coffee, not even sure if I had everything needed for such an operation. I turned in time to see Eric stroll out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a very tight pair of black bikini briefs. There was no missing the fact that he was sporting some serious morning wood, especially considering the head of his cock was poking out of the waistband.

“Morning, all!” He sounded chipper and not the least bit worse for wear. “Ahh, you beat me to it, bro.” He snapped his fingers, apparently disappointed he didn’t get first crack at his dad’s prick this fine morning. “But what have we here?” he said, leering at his sister’s bare ass.

Eric went over and gave Tiffany a sharp spank. She yelped and rubbed her cheek. “Dad! He’s being mean to me again!”

“Alright, you two, be nice. We’re all going to get along and be perfect until November. Everyone agreed, remember.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Tiffany pouted.

“Sorry, sis,” Eric apologized as he pulled down his briefs and freed his boner. I was able to see that what his member lacked in girth it made up for with length. “I’ll kiss it and make it better.” He leaned down and kissed the red spot that was rising on her pale butt cheek. She giggled and kicked her feet like a little girl.

I found filters and stuffed them in the coffee machine along with some grounds. As I fiddled with the gadget’s settings, I felt a tingle between my legs. It seemed impossible, but was this sick, twisted family of perverts actually getting me turned on?

With the coffee started, I turned back to see that Eric had his sister up on all fours and was easing his cock into her pussy from behind. She appeared not only willing, but eager to take her brother on in this manner. “All those stupid college jocks couldn’t fuck me right,” she said in that lilting way she had. “You’re the only one who knows just how I like it.”

I couldn’t help but wonder how far back this went. When did they all start fucking each other? Before I could ponder this further, Melania appeared from the bedroom and took my breath away.

Her hair was practically fresh-from-the-salon perfect. She was naked except for a tightly cinched leather harness that supported a large black cock. Her body was magnificent, and the way she stood so proudly with her fists on her hips as she surveyed the place made me want to drop to my knees and worship her as my own personal sex goddess.

“Where went Ivanka?” she asked, her voice raspy with seductive authority. “She is only one I did not fuck in asshole yet.”

I had a sinking feeling I now knew why my butthole was feeling sore.

“Sorry, my dear,” Donald spoke up sounding very contrite. “She already left.”

“You knew I was wanting to fuck in her ass. There will be punishment for both of you.”

Melania went and reclined in one of the overstuffed chairs exuding the confidence of a lioness as she did. She watched Eric and Tiffany fucking on the sofa just across from her and began stroking her big, black cock. I felt an almost irresistible urge to go to my boss’s wife and mount her huge rubber phallus in front of everybody. What the fuck happened to me last night? Just yesterday I would have described myself as an uptight, conservative, small town girl from Connecticut who only ever had one serious boyfriend. Hell, I didn’t even lose my virginity until only last year. And here I was with my tits out and my pussy drooling wet in the middle of a scene that would make Caligula blush. But instead of being disgusted by it all, I was getting more turned on by the minute!

“Ohhh, I’m going to cum,” Donald announced. This got the attention of his wife and children. “It’s going to be huuuge!” He pulled out of Don Jr.’s mouth, wrapped his little hand around his cock, and jerked himself off all over his boy’s upturned, smiling face. I was legitimately surprised to see that he did indeed deliver a huge load as promised.

“You are nasty man,” Melania admonished her husband. She pointed to a spot next to the chair she was sitting in and Donald went there and knelt. His wife patted him on the head like he was her pet. “Now, Little Donald, I want to see you put cock in funny red hair girl.”

It took me a moment to realize I was the funny red hair girl she was referring to. I didn’t think I wanted to subject my already tender pussy to that monster Don Jr. was wielding, but the idea that Melania wanted to see it happen left me helpless to resist. Why was I so eager to please her of all people?

Don Jr. took my hand and led me to an open space in the middle of the room. He lay down and held his cock upright. I pulled down the silk boxers I was wearing and noticed that my pussy was bald. I swear I had a full, embarrassingly untended, bush of pubic hair when I got out of the shower yesterday morning!

I got down on top of Don Jr. I was more than slightly distracted by his face still being coated with his father’s jizz, but his thickness pushing into me suddenly became the only aspect of my world that meant anything to me. Despite being beyond impossible, it was really happening. I could no longer judge my boss and his family for the vile debauchery they were indulging in because I was most definitely part of it.

“Very sexy,” Melania purred from her vantage. “You like to see big cock of your son fucking nice pussy?”

“I do,” Donald confessed, staring at my ass as it bobbed up and down. “I really, really do.”

“Eric!”

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Give red hair girl taste of your sister.”

Eric pulled out of Tiffany and came to me. He boldly presented his wet cock. I normally wasn’t a big fan of blowjobs, nor had I ever been the least bit interested in tasting another woman’s pussy juices, but in that moment I had a driving need for both those things. Even if I didn’t want them, I knew somehow that I would have done it just because Melania had commanded it.

I leaned forward and took Eric’s proffered cock into my mouth. The tart flavor of Tiffany’s cunt filled my senses. Strangely enough, the taste was unexpectedly familiar. Maybe it was better that I didn’t remember all that had happened last night. What I needed to focus on was that for the first time in my life I was being double teamed by two very desirable cocks, and those cocks both belonged to Trumps.

As I fucked and sucked, I was vaguely aware of Tiffany moving to where Melania sat. She sucked her step-mother’s tits, gently kissing and licking her nipples. This brought a small smile to Melania’s lips as she continued to watch the torrid threesome play out in front of her.

“Tiffany, dear, make your Daddy’s little cock hard again.”

The perky blonde obeyed without question. She fondled her dad’s balls and sucked his dick with lustful admiration. I swallowed as much of Eric as I could handle, and took Don Jr. as deep as my pussy could tolerate, all the while hoping I’d get a chance to play with Tiffany again while in a state that would allow me to remember the experience.

Melania was back to jerking off her strap-on as if it was her own real cock. She pinched her nipples in turn, checking occasionally on Tiffany’s progress.

“Are you hard yet?” she asked after another minute.

“I can’t even tell you how hard I am right now. It’s great, just great, trust me.”

“Good. Go and take her asshole.”

My heart rate shifted into high gear. No, I wasn’t that kind of girl! But wait…could I still say that after last night? Could I say that now with two dicks in me? I’d obviously taken it from someone in the butt. I really had no good reason to object. And, even if I could, it was too late.

“Let’s make my penis feel great again.”

My boss, Donald J. Trump, a man who was potentially the next president of the United States, shoved his cock up my ass. Apparently there was more than enough lube back there from last night to facilitate a smooth entry. I was now undeniably a three-input girl. A cock in every orifice. And shamefully enough, I was loving every second of it!

While I was busy providing a warm fuck hole for all of the men, Tiffany had returned to Melania and was lowering her cunt onto the big, black dildo. The two of them began fucking in earnest, both attentively watching the gangbang happening on the floor at their feet.

Eric was the first to go off. I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did considering he’d been fucking his hot little sister for a good ten minutes before plugging his cock into my face. His cum filled my mouth, and I had to swallow most of it down to keep from choking. He pulled out before he was done, and shot the last couple spurts into his brother’s open mouth. Damn, Don Jr. loved him some spunk!

The combination of the sights and sensations put me over the top, and I shuddered through my first orgasm of the morning. Everything that was going on should have disgusted me, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted.

“Here it comes,” Donald groaned, his chest and face flushing from its usual shade of tangerine to a deep crimson. “I haven’t been in an ass this tight since the first time I did it with Don Jr.!” My boss let out a couple of grunts as he came in my butt. He pulled out and I thought it would be a relief, but the absence of a cock up there left me feeling disappointingly empty. This was quickly tempered, however, by the orgasm him pulling out triggered. Plus, I still had one cock left.

I was riding Don Jr. hard, and he was doing his part to thrust up into me in concert with my every downbeat. Everyone watched as we humped like animals. It was the biggest cock I’d ever had (which wasn’t difficult since I’d only had one other), but as huge as it was I wanted more. I heard myself making noises that I’d never made before. My tits flew this way and that, bouncing painfully as each pounding heave bottomed out. I’d lost control and I didn’t even care.

“Go ahead, son, give it to her,” Donald encouraged, pulling his limp penis roughly as he stood over us.

Don Jr. surged up, stabbing my cervix with the soft tip of his massive cock, and cried out. At that same moment, Melania and Tiffany’s mounting moans peaked, both of them getting off to the sweaty climax of our orgiastic lovemaking. The unimaginable convergence of three people all orgasming at the same time was enough to bring me beyond the brink. I began cumming too. Our chorus of primal shrieks were sure to have been heard by at least a few neighbors.

In my haze I heard Donald clapping, applauding the perverted performance he’d just witnessed.

I lifted myself off of Don Jr.’s throbbing cock. “Coffee, anyone?”

“I’ll have one,” Donald said patting his hairy belly. “Cream and lots of sugar.”

“Black,” Melania said as she got up and strode to the bedroom. God, what a fantastic ass that woman had.

“I just want some cream,” Tiffany tittered as she crawled to her brother and began licking the cum from his face.

Eric slipped on his bikini briefs, adjusted his balls, and followed his step-mother into the bedroom. Donald sipped his coffee and watched his remaining two children play in the afterglow of the depraved sex romp we’d all just enjoyed. I had no idea what to say, or even if I should say anything. Just then I felt a gob of Don Jr.’s spooge leak down the inside of my thigh. I suddenly realized that there was a halfway decent chance I would soon be carrying a new heir to the Trump Empire in my belly.

Before Donald headed to the bedroom to get dressed with the rest of his family, he gave me a thumbs up. “Top notch ass. Really enjoyed fucking it. People are saying I have a really good cock, so you’re welcome for that.”

One by one they emerged from the bedroom, each of them dressed and perfectly put together in a way I don’t think I’d be able to manage if given half the day to get ready. I was suddenly aware of how naked I was with everyone else being dressed to the nines.

“Okay,” Donald said getting everyone’s attention. “We have a lot to do today. Ivanka’s going to be making on stage tonight, so I want everyone to support her and make sure she has the best night she can have. You’ve all done a fantastic job, and this is where it all comes together.” He lifted his chin while Melania straightened his tie for him. “I think we can agree that we had a tremendous time here, and I, for one, think we should do it again.”

There was general agreement between the various family members. Donald held his arm out to Tiffany, who danced quickly into her father’s embrace.

“Give Megyn Kelly a call and invite her over for the fun,” Donald said, kissing his daughter on top of her pretty little head. “Ivanka is going to be pumped up after her speech and she’s going to want to go to town on that huge clit of Megyn’s.” They all nodded knowingly. “Melania, be sure to bring enough strap-ons for all the girls.”

Trump’s family headed for the door.

“And, Don Jr.,” Donald called after them, “try not to suck any cocks for the rest of the day, okay?”

“No promises, Dad,” he said with a charming smile and slipped out the door.

Donald turned to me and checked out my tits once again with an approving smile.

“You better hurry up. Don’t want to be late for work.” He stepped over to me, dipped a finger in my sloppy puss, then sucked his finger clean. “You’re in charge of the transportation, so make sure we all end up back here tonight. Keep it quiet, we don’t want any media waiting for us outside tomorrow morning. And maybe stock up on some bagels and danishes. We’ll see you at the convention hall, sweetheart.”

Donald grabbed my ass and gave me a kiss before leaving. My clit was buzzing from what just happened, but my mind still hadn’t completely engaged with reality. I shuffled to my bedroom, wondering if any of this would ever makes sense. All I could think about was that it was going to happen all over again tonight. I needed to make sure I didn’t blackout this time.

I heard a thump coming from the closet.

Tiptoeing across the disaster zone that was my bedroom, I reached the sliding doors and listened. There was another thump.

I carefully pushed the door open. Inside the closet was a naked man. He had on a blindfold and a bright red ball gag was in his mouth. He was handcuffed and his ankles were bound together with duct tape. There were clothespins clamped onto his nipples, and several rubber bands tightly looped around his dick and balls, both of which had turned to a livid purple. He reeked of urine and dried cum. I was horrified and quickly removed the blindfold and gag. It was only then that I recognized with a start who it was.

Ted Cruz looked up at me with that doughy face of his and said, “Mornin’, darlin’. Now whaddya say you pull the shampoo bottle out of my ass, and do like you promised last night and piss in my mouth just the way everyone else did?”

I went back into the kitchen and poured myself a shot of vodka. Whatever was going to happen later that night, I decided I didn’t want to remember it.

I wondered as the liquor burned its way down my throat if there were any openings on Hillary’s campaign staff…

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 25
by DirtyMindedMom

I closed the bedroom door, yanked down my son’s pants, and grabbed his cock. Even though I had sucked him off that morning before he went to school, it felt like it had been forever since I last touched it. He was hard in a matter of seconds. I stroked his thick stiffness as I kissed him passionately on the lips. His hands groped my ass, then my tits. If the threw me down on the mattress and tried to fuck me right then I wouldn’t have been able to resist him.

“Just so you know,” I said breathlessly, trying to keep my voice low so no one else in the apartment could hear, “Valerie’s mom has a gorgeous pussy.”

Gary pulled back and gave me a look. “And how do you know that?”

“While we were masturbating on the sofa together this afternoon, she spread her legs nice and wide and gave me a wonderful view of her cunt.”

“You two jerked off with each other?” Gary’s hand plunged down the front of my pants, his finger easily finding its way into my moist crease. “What the fuck, Mom? My girlfriend isn’t enough, now you have to go for her mother? What’s next?”

“Her brother.”

His finger pushed up inside me. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Vera’s mom wants your cock, and I want to fuck Cris. We played with our cunts and talked about all the nasty things we’d do with the two of you.” From the way Gary was thrusting his cock into my hand I could tell he was already getting close.

“You are unreal. How fucked up is it that the horniest slut I know is my own mother?”

“It’s not my fault. I need a cock inside me.” I paused, giving him a chance to offer his own penis to fulfill my mounting needs. “Will you do it?”

“Do what?”

I wasn’t sure for a second what I was really asking for. I forced my mind back on the right track.

“Will you fuck Vera so I can fuck Cris?”

“I’m up for it, but what about Valerie?” The pad of his finger was hitting just the right spot up inside me. It was amazing how good he’d become at getting me off in the span of just a few months. He was far better than his useless father was after twenty years of practice.

“Shit, I didn’t even think of her.” We were both having trouble concentrating on the conversation as we frantically worked each other to the brink. “Tell her to sneak over to our room tonight. I want to watch you two fuck.” I pumped his cock faster. “I want to see you shove this sexy hunk of meat in that bald little twat of hers. Then I want you to both eat my horny fucking cunt out together.”

That did it for Gary. The cum fired out of his cock onto my shirt and belly as we stood there in the bedroom desperately stroking one another.

“Oh, fuck, Mom, yes!”

Trails of semen tickled my skin as they slithered down into my panties.

“After that, she’ll be in a receptive mood, and then we’ll talk to her and see if she’ll agree to letting us fuck her family.”

“You devious pervert.” The palm of his hand was grinding against my hard clit. I was right there.

Thoughts of what I was going to see and do later that night sparked me off. My knees went weak and I might have dropped to the floor if my son hadn’t been holding me up by the crotch. My sudden weight drove his finger in deeper and amped up my orgasm to the next level. I’d already cum half a dozen times that day, but the sensation was no less diminished for all the stimulation I’d already enjoyed earlier. “Fuuuuck, that was good.”

We kissed for a while longer. Gary massaged my inner wetness, and I milked a little more from his manly tool. Finally, knowing we had been closed up in our room long enough for it to be suspicious, I leaned down and sucked the head of his cum-smeared cock clean. He did the same with the lady goo that was coating his fingers. We then changed into clean clothes. He went out first, then I followed a few minutes later.

Gary hadn’t explicitly agreed to my plan, but I knew he was on-board. Now all we had to do was convince Valerie to go along with this shamefully sick plan of ours.

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Later that evening, I stood in my room listening at my door. I had on a light white tank top, and a pair of flimsy pajama shorts that I had pulled up a little higher than they should have been. No bra. No panties. Gary was on the bed doing something on his phone, occasionally looking up at me and shaking his head with a smirk. I picked up the sound of teeth being brushed a few steps away in the bathroom. That was my cue. I pinched both my nipples good and hard and waited another few seconds before stepping out and heading that way.

“Oops!” I said in feigned surprise as I walked in on Cris standing in front of the sink in nothing but a pair of boxers. I praised the warm weather and lack of air conditioning for the sight I was being treated to as well as for the excuse of being as scantily clad as I was. “Sorry, hon, I thought maybe I left my bra in here. Do you mind if I check?”

His eyes involuntarily darted to my chest, no doubt noticing my stiff nips poking up. Cris just shook his head and looked away. He continued brushing slowly as I squeezed past him, putting my hand on his hip as I did. I pretended to look around for my bra, bending down to check behind the toilet at one point. Even if he didn’t turn and take a peek at my cheeks, he’d be able to see them reflected in the mirror.

“Where the heck did I leave it?” I grumbled. “You boys are so lucky. You only have to keep track of half the amount of underwear that we do, and you don’t have to worry about having boobs that flop around all over the place.” I jiggled my tits a little to accentuate my point. The toothbrush stopped in mid-stroke. “Aren’t you glad you don’t have boobs like this to deal with?”

“uhhh…uh huh…” he agreed with a mouthful of minty foam as he watched me in the mirror.

I leaned around his side, looking down and making sure my breasts pressed against him. “Of course, we girls don’t have to worry about getting big bulges in our underwear like you boys do.” I patted him on the shoulder. “G’night, Cris. Sweet dreams.”

I put a little extra wiggle in my walk as I left, hoping he was watching me as I went. Once safely in my room, I was tempted to jump on Gary, but I wanted us to both save ourselves for Valerie’s visit later that night. Instead, I wondered if my little act had been enough to plant some nasty thoughts in Cris’s head. Thoughts that maybe he was beating off to at that very moment.

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I was too excited to sleep, so I was awake to hear Valerie slipping into our room. There was just enough light for her to find her way to Gary on his air mattress. I was barely able to make out the two of them shedding what little they had on. The sound of kissing and bare skin rubbing against skin had my pussy fluttering as I pulled off my top and shorts.

“Suck my tits,” Valerie whispered.

I heard suckling noises and wanted to join in, but I felt I should at least wait until I was invited. I played with my own tits and was grateful that my son allowed me to be a part of his sex life in such an intimate way. I lightly stroked my pussy, trying not to touch anything that would bring me off too soon.

“I need to fuck you so bad,” Gary murmured. I imagined he was saying those words to me.

The bedside light flicked on and I was able to see the naked bodies of two horny teens entwined an arm’s length away. It was a delectable view. Valerie held a condom pack out to me.

“Can you put it on for us?”

That was my invitation. I gave my clit a parting tap and took the condom. “You two should get up here on the mattress, it’ll be quieter.” They got onto the bed with me, trying not to make too much noise. I opened the little packet and pulled out the disk of thin rubber that was all that stood between me and a grandchild.

“Wait,” Valerie said before I could put it on. “Can I see you suck it first?”

I was more than happy to give her a quick suck show. I went down on my son in front of his girlfriend as she rubbed her fist over her mound. She snuggled up to Gary and nibbled his ear lobe.

“Your mom is totally sucking your cock, right now. That is so fucking nasty.”

They kissed and I continued loving my boy’s generous erection with my mouth. I knew he was eager to fuck, and I was eager to see him fuck, so this only went on for another minute or so before I pulled myself away and rolled to condom down the considerable length of his shaft.

“There you go,” I said. “Now get that pussy over here and give this cock the fucking it deserves.”

Valerie moved on top of my son. I held his cock upright while she lowered herself onto it. I watched with envious fascination as he disappeared inside her inch by glorious inch. My hand was forced out of the way as she took him all in. I contented myself with tickling his balls as they began fucking.

Gary’s hands were on her hips. She was ready to ride him like a prize bull, but he held her steady and moderated her movements. I was proud of how he had already learned to appreciate the pleasure you could get from taking your time instead of just racing for the finish line of orgasm like most boys his age would do. Valerie might not get it yet, but she would when her next boyfriend gets off in three pumps then goes to sleep.

I was mesmerized by the erotic union taking place only inches from my face. Her body lowered, sheathing my boy’s cock deep into her pussy. Her lips were tight around his shaft. I could almost feel him inside of me as I watching him fill her up. She lifted up. Her cunt clung to him as his cock was slowly unveiled to me once more. It would have looked so much better without the necessary evil of the condom. I fondled Gary’s balls as Valerie’s pussy repeated that scene over and over again for the next several minutes.

“You like that, Mrs. Harden? I know you do. I know how much you like watching me fuck your son’s big cock with my horny pussy. You want this, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes, you lucky little bitch. Ride that beautiful cock for me.”

“This is so fucking sick,” she moaned as she bottomed out and bounced right back up to do it again.

I prayed that her brother and mother were asleep in the next room and not hearing all of this. I didn’t want anything to derail my seduction plans I had for them. If I was able to control my urges to any degree, I wouldn’t even be doing this. As it was, I jammed my dildo into my pussy and enjoyed the teen sex show playing out on my bed in front of me.

I wasn’t a stranger to porn while I’d been married. My dirtbag husband would occasionally bring home a dirty VHS movie back when that was a thing. I pretended it was all beneath me, but I was very intrigued by it all. I was never brave enough to go to the video store and rent one for myself. The weird thing that I did do was agree to make a homemade sex tape and then sometimes watch it alone. I felt ridiculous masturbating to myself having sex, but it was the closest thing to porn I had. Then the internet came along.

It was only a once-in-a-while thing for me, but I loved the thrill of those evenings when I had the house to myself and I was able to log on and watch whatever filthy thing I could think of. I would sit in front of the computer and fuck myself to all sorts of nasty sex, on edge the whole time worried about someone coming home unexpectedly. The fear of getting caught only added to the excitement of it all. In all that time, I never anticipated that one day I’d be getting myself off to what was basically live porn featuring my own son.

“Fuck that cock, you horny slut,” I growled. “Make my son’s cock cum with that tight cunt of yours.”

“Oh, fuck, yeees…” was all she could say in response as she humped faster. She was an animal in heat, the only thing that drove her were the primal urges. Her body demanded satisfaction. The poor girl had no choice, she had to fuck. And so did I. If I didn’t have the self-control that maturity brings, I would have pushed her aside and taken that magnificent cock for myself. I was able to stave off this impulse by repeatedly plunging my dildo into my pussy and imagining it was my son’s cock pounding into me.

I lay down alongside Gary with one hand on Valerie’s butt, feeling the motion of their increasingly urgent lovemaking. I pressed my vulva against his hip. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of him. More of her. I wanted to be a part of them and what they were doing.

“You look so sexy when you fuck,” I whispered into my boy’s ear. “It feels nice, doesn’t it? Having a hot pussy wrapped around your cock?” I kissed his neck.

“So good, Mom.”

Valerie’s hand found one of my tits and she grasped at it roughly. Her fingers dug into my soft flesh, but the pain was nothing more than a show of how much she wanted to include me in their sex.

“You want this, don’t you, Mrs. Harden? What I have. You want to fuck your own son. You want his cock up inside you. Go ahead and admit it. You want him to cum in your cunt the way he does in mine.”

I couldn’t deny any part of what she said. “I do,” I whispered, ashamed to admit it to myself as much as out loud to her. “My son’s cock makes me so horny.”

She leaned down and kissed me, then moved to Gary, then back to me. Valerie then pushed my head toward my son. I didn’t know if he was willing to kiss me in front of his girlfriend. Sucking his cock was one thing, but letting her in on just how intimate we could be with each other was another. Gary brought his lips to mine. After a few soft, chaste kisses, his tongue pushed into my mouth. I responded in kind. Just like that I was passionately making out with my son as he fucked his girl.

“Oooh, fuck that’s hot. This is so freaking kinky.” Valerie sat up without missing a beat on Gary’s cock and reached down between my legs. I opened up and let her slip a couple fingers inside me. “So fucking kinky…I love it.”

For the next several minutes we fucked, and fingered, and kissed, and sucked. My pussy, Valerie’s tits, Gary’s cock, lips, nipples, asses, balls, and cunts. It was a blur of flesh and pleasure. Pleasure like you couldn’t get alone. Pleasure like you couldn’t get with only one other person. The totality of our ecstasy was well beyond the sum of our parts.

Valerie was the first to give in. “I’m going to cum,” she moaned.

Gary let my tit drop from his mouth. “Me, too…”

I quickly moved around behind them. Valerie leaned forward to give me a better view. I then pushed her ample ass cheeks apart so I could get an even better view. I could see it all. My son’s cock pounded up into her pussy as she bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. There was a creamy froth circling the point where he entered her again and again. Valerie’s cute pucker tightened each time Gary drove himself home inside her. It was a magnificent sight to behold for this proud mother.

“Aahhh, fuuuuck,” Valerie hissed, tamping down on the scream she so obviously wanted to let out. Her asshole flexed rapidly, hinting at the convulsions that were taking hold of her pussy.

Gary pushed up, lifting his girlfriend off the mattress with him, and grunted through gritted teeth. His hands gripped her hips and I could almost feel him cumming inside me as I watched him strain. The two of them relaxed suddenly, their bodies sated for the moment. I snuggled up alongside them once again.

A few minutes went by before Valerie kissed Gary and said, “I think it’s your mom’s turn to get off.”

The girl was reading my mind. I slid a hand down between my legs. I jumped when my finger touched my clit. Yeah, it was definitely my turn. I closed my eyes and lightly toyed with myself, replaying the graphic image of them fucking in my mind. The two of them were moving next to me, and I waited with anticipation to see how they were going to help me along.

Something warm and slimy oozed through my fingers and onto my pussy. I opened my eyes to see Valerie squeezing the contents of Gary’s condom out onto my cunt. My son had a sly smile on his face. He must have told her about me stealing their used condoms and using them for my own illicit pleasure. Such a big-mouthed blabber.

I smeared the fresh cum over my lips and stiff clit. Gary got up on his knees, brandishing his cock. I once again marveled at the wonder of youth. His dick hadn’t wilted a bit. Valerie emptied what remained in the condom along the top side of his erection. Gary then turned and offered his cum-flavored cock to me. I opened up without hesitation and let my boy feed himself into my mouth.

Valerie watched with perverse glee as I played with my cummy cunt and sucked the cock that had been inside her pussy only a few minutes earlier. She fingered herself and played with her nipples as she enjoyed the show. Gary’s hand sought out one of my tits and began massaging it not so gently. I wanted so badly to scream out with the pure joy of it all, but I fought to keep my enthusiasm for this depraved scene under control.

As soon as Valerie saw that I was getting close to bringing myself off, she pushed my hand away and buried her face in my jizz-coated pussy. I pulled off my son’s cock for a moment. “Oh, you fucking hot little slut! Lick up all that cum, baby.”

I was back on Gary’s cock by the time he said, “Eat my mom’s cunt, whore. Make the horny bitch cum.”

Any good mother would have washed her son’s mouth out with soap for talking like that. Me, I wanted to wash his mouth out with my tongue for saying those words. “Give me your balls, sweetheart.” I opened wide and Gary lowered his sack into my mouth. He tucked himself in, cramming both testicles in. I couldn’t do much beyond wiggle my tongue over his scrotum a little, but the idea of having his whole ball sack in my mouth at once drove me wild. He began stroking his erection as I sucked and struggled to breathe through my nose. The lack of oxygen soon had my head spinning. I was getting higher by the second, which only made me more and more aware of the orgasm Valerie was about to give me in the next few moments.

Maybe it was the delirious state I was in, but without warning I had the oddest vision. I imagined myself letting loose and pissing right in Valerie’s face. I’d never consciously considered such a thing in my life, but the very thought of it propelled me to my climax and beyond.

It was a good thing my moans were muffled by Gary’s balls filling my mouth, or I surely would have woken up Vera and Cris. As it was, Valerie sucked me off to two, or maybe three, orgasms one on top of the other while I did all I could not to unintentionally castrate my boy. Gary let out a breathy grunt and spilled a nice warm load of semen onto my face. Valerie saw this and was launched into her next orgasm, pressing her mouth into my hairy cunt to muffle her own screams.

Valerie crawled up on top of me and began licking the spunk from my face. She then kissed me, and passed a generous helping of my son’s creamy goo into my mouth. She went back to my face and sucked up what was left behind before kissing Gary. I had to assume she was giving him a taste of his own cum and then some. This sent goosebumps over my entire body as I watched one of the most sensual kisses I’d ever witnessed. They brought their faces down to mine, and the three of us shared in a three-way naked make out session the likes of which I never imagined I’d ever play a part in.

A lot of time went by like that. At some point Gary turned out the light and we continued groping, touching, kissing, and rubbing in the dark. Our movements had become slow and sleepy, but no one wanted to be the first to nod off.

“Do you think she’s in a receptive mood yet?” Gary asked groggily.

“In the mood for what?” Valerie murmured, rousing herself just enough to speak.

“I want to fuck your brother,” I said. I’d planned to approach it with more tact, but that would have taken too much effort.

Valerie slipped two fingers inside me. “Really? You want my brother’s cock in here?”

“Mmm…yes. Okay with you?”

“Fine with me.” She nuzzled one of my nipples. “As long as he’s into it.”

“Before you agree,” Gary warned, “there’s more to it.”

“Like what?”

I stroked her hair hoping she was relaxed enough not to scream at what I was about to suggest.

“Your mom said it would be okay with her if I did it with your brother, but only if Gary fucks her.”

She stopped suckling; her fingers went still inside me.

“No way she said that.”

“She did,” I assured her. “Right after the two of us finished masturbating in front of each other on the sofa this afternoon.”

“You saw my mother masturbating?” She was sounding more awake now.

“We’ve been sharing my dildo for the past couple weeks, and today we just somehow ended up fingering our cunts together and talking about all the things we’d like to do with the two young studs we have in the apartment with us.”

“Holy fucking shit. The way she lost her mind when she caught me playing with myself, she acted like she never touched her pussy in her life. And now it turns out she’s beating off with my boyfriend’s mother?”

Gary and I didn’t dare speak as she processed this.

“Did she cum?” Valerie asked quietly.

“She did.” Her fingers began moving again inside me. “A couple of times, actually. Your mom has a great pussy…and fantastic tits.”

“Did she run straight to confession right after?”

“Not that I know of. Though she did call on God a few times in the heat of the moment.”

“That hypocritical bitch.” Valerie licked my nipple. “That horny, perverted, lesbian slut bitch.” She sucked and fingered harder, making me wonder if she’d forgotten the original question. “She tells me not to have sex until I’m married, but she wants my boyfriend’s cock. She makes me out to be the sinful one for making myself cum, but she’s more than happy to commit adultery with a kid?” She came up and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel her anger, frustration, and excitement.

Gary remained silent, clearly unsure about what he could say to help his cause. I had no doubt that he wanted to fuck Mrs. Ramos, but he was worried about appearing too eager in front of his girlfriend. Instead, he silently pressed his cock against my hip while he massaged Valerie’s lovely ass.

“You can’t be too hard on her,” I said once I was able to regain possession of my own lips. “She never knew anything else. She’s only repeating the things her mother said to her. I’m sure she was just as horny when she was your age as you are now. The difference was that she couldn’t get away with half of the dirty things you do.”

“You really think she would have finger blasted her boyfriend’s mom like this?” Valerie made a show of pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of my sopping pussy.

I wanted her to keep going and make me cum, but I didn’t want to get distracted. I grabbed her wrist and regretfully forced her to stop the welcomed torture.

“Maybe she would have if given the same opportunities you’ve had.” I kissed her softly to make sure she knew I was on her side. “But what’s important now is that she finally does have the opportunity to explore her sexuality in a way she never could before. If we help her go down this path, she won’t be able to make you feel guilty for all the slutty things you like to do.”

She took this in for a moment. “You really think so?”

“I do.” I released her wrist and pushed her fingers deep inside me. “She won’t chastise you for playing with your cunt whenever you want. She won’t be able to criticize you for fucking as much cock as you want. And, if we play it just right, she won’t even be able to call you a sinner for eating out my pussy and making me cum all over your face.”

“Ah, this isn’t just about Gary, is it?” Valerie squirmed her naked body against mine. “You want to sit on my mom’s face, don’t you? You’re going to corrupt her the way you did with me.”

“Only because she wants to be corrupted as much as you did.”

“Has anyone ever told you what a sick bitch you are, Mrs. Harden?”

“Just remember, only a sick bitch would arrange it so you could watch your mother suck off your boyfriend’s mom.”

She tried to hold back, but couldn’t. “Fuck…that would be hot.” She turned her face away from me, embarrassed by how much the idea of seeing her mom performing kinky, lesbian sex thrilled her.

I knew there was a pretty good chance she had an unspoken desire to do more than just watch her mother, but now wasn’t the time to push her on that front.

“Just imagine what it would look like to see your sainted mother naked and sixty-nining with me.” I rolled her over with that, reversed myself and mounted her putting us in the position I was referring to. She went straight for my pussy, which was already more than halfway to yet another orgasm. “Gary, sweetie, you know what mommy wants, right?”

I was barely able to make out his grin in the darkened room. He moved behind me, spread my cheeks, and began tonguing my asshole. The feeling of having two mouths down there at once was exquisite. I lowered my head and buried my face in Valerie’s pussy. It was warm and wet and swollen with excitement. Her pungent scent was strong after all the sex she’d already had. The rank smell of her only turned me on more.

Gary alternated between licking and fingering my butt. Valerie alternated between sucking my clit and tongue fucking my hole. I alternated between eating pussy and taking in the amazing sensations the two teenagers were giving me. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again…then again. Once I’d had mine, I focused on Valerie and brought her off in short order.

By the time we had rearranged ourselves, Gary already had another condom on. He climbed on top of his girl and began fucking her nice and slow. I fell asleep next to them as they made love wondering how a boy his age had enough self-control not to just go crazy and start pounding her like mad after what we’d all just done. Someone’s hand was between my legs as the world drifted away.

I woke up in the morning in bed alone. My pubic hair was plastered with dried cum. I suspected someone had emptied out a used condom down there while I slept – the little brats. The night played through my mind as my fingers idly stroked the crusty mess infused throughout my cunt hair. I wanted to get busy planning my seduction of Cris and figuring out how to be sure everything played out just the way I intended, but there was no way I’d be able to concentrate until I got myself off at least twice.

I licked my fingers, spread my legs wide, and got to it.

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I know it’s been a long time, but I finally have a new story ready to post. That’s the good news. The bad news is that everyone I’ve told so far about the story has said that they’re not interested in it. So, before you get your hopes up, there’s a good chance this one will miss the mark with you, too.

Incest is my bailiwick, obviously. It’s something I’ve lived with in my head for half of my life, and it’s what turns me on the most (aside from my sexy husband, of course). If you venture out of the safe zones that are accepting of the idea of family sexual relations, you quickly find how disgusted and reviled people claim to be by incest in any form. I get this. I know that I can’t expect everyone to feel the way that I do about my particular fetish.

Once I started writing porn, I discovered a vast array of fetishes that I never imagined existed. I thought I was pretty hip when it came to sex, but I was a very naïve little girl who didn’t have a clue. I was very curious about the “odd” things that turned people on. Many of them I didn’t understand. Many of them I still don’t understand. Even so, what I try to do is not let myself be disgusted or reviled by what someone else gets off to. I don’t want to be like the people who automatically reject the possibility that one can be turned on by a close family member and want to have a consensual erotic relationship with that person. Instead, I do what I can to learn more about the fetish and try to understand what makes it so appealing to those who enjoy it.

My way of learning and understanding is to talk to people and to write about it. Trying to put myself into the head of a character who has a fetish I don’t fully comprehend forces me to see things through their eyes and find the core elements that drive the sexual lure of it all. I may fail miserably in the end, but at least I gave it a try. Okay, enough beating off around the bush…

This new offering of mine is a cuckold story. This is a fetish that I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, I enjoy watching cuckold porn videos. I don’t know exactly why, but I like the ones where the wife is really mean to the husband and tells him how pathetic he is while she fucks some other guy in front of him. On the other hand, I don’t understand how a man could stand to see his wife with another man. I know it would kill me to see my husband fuck another woman, but that’s just me. Maybe I’m too insecure to deal with that, or too possessive. Whatever it is, my psychology just isn’t wired like that. Which only makes me all the more curious about what’s going on with people who are like that.

For this story, I talked to some guys about it, and I got a lot of input from one person in particular. (Thank you for that, cucky, you limp-dicked loser.) I took these insights and put them into this story and mixed in something of myself. I’m okay with the fact that the majority of you won’t care for this one, but I’m hoping I was at least able to treat the fetish with enough care and attentiveness that those who are drawn to cuckolding will find something in it to satisfy their oft criticized cravings.

This is a three chapter story. I’m planning on posting the 2nd and 3rd chapters over the course of the next two weeks. In the meantime, I’ll be working on the 3rd and final chapter of “Self-Sucking Sissy” (a story about yet another fetish that has folks divided into two very distinct camps!).

Love it or hate it, I’m very curious to know what you think of my new story: Becoming a Cuckold!

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I took advantage of my alone time this morning while my husband was at the playground with the kids to post Becoming a Cuckold 2. It looks like enough of you are enjoying it to have made it all worthwhile. It may not be a blockbuster, but at least it’s not the total flop I was worried it would be. I’m going to try to get the last chapter up around the end of the week.

On an unrelated note, there’s been something turning me on for the past several days that I thought I should share with you. I’ve gotten a lot of questions lately about what I would do if my girls showed sexual interest in their father or me when they are older. That’s still a long way off, but I can’t help thinking about it when prompted.

At this point, I can’t see either of us acting on the temptation of our girls testing their sexuality out on us (even in the unlikely event that ever even happens). I would certainly love to see my husband get turned on and struggle with shame of getting hard at the sight of one of his girls in a sexy little bikini by the pool, but I don’t know how I’d react if he wanted to take things further than that. As for me, I have a few ideas in my head, but at this point it’s only fantasy.

One of the things I’ve been thinking about lately that’s been turning me on is the idea of the girls snooping through my bedroom someday down the road. I know I did it, and most of you probably did, too. I was looking for anything related to sex – some clue to fill in the missing pieces of what adults do behind closed door. I wanted to unravel the great mystery.

I suppose there’s not much mystery these days for kids due to the intertubes and instant access to porn in all its glorious forms. But, on the off chance that my girls take the old school route and poke through my things, I’ve decided that I’m going to give them something to find. I was very disappointed in my safaris into my parents’ bedroom, never finding anything especially telling, but I don’t want this to be the same for my kids.

Right now, my toys are in fairly easy reach (nightstand, second drawer, under my nighties). I often reminded myself that I was going to have to stash them somewhere more secure when the kids got older. Instead, I’ve now decided to leave them right where they are so that if either of my girls come looking they will easily find Mommy’s fake cock, vibrating fuck toys, butt plugs, and whatever else I’ve added to my collection in the meantime.

I want them to know the thrill of discovery, and the excitement of getting a peek into my private life in a way they never expected. I want the realization that there’s more to their mother’s sexuality than they may have guessed. I want there to be unquestionable evidence that I masturbate. I want them to be able to smell me on my toys, and maybe even taste me if they are so inclined. And, if they’re anything like me, they’ll experiment for themselves and perhaps use Mommy’s naughty devices to pleasure their own little pussies and get off right there on their parents’ bed, while listening intently to make sure there’s no one home to catch them.

As I’ve turned this fantasy over and over in my head during the past week, I’ve also started thinking about “planting” naked pictures of me and my husband in my room for one or both of our girls to find. It was my fondest dream to come across dirty Polaroids of my parents misbehaving with each other. I never even came close. I know it’s an appalling idea for a parent to have, but the idea of my daughter seeing a picture of her dad’s hard cock makes my heart go pitter-patter in a very inappropriate way. Even more so when I imagine her reaction to seeing that cock in her mom’s mouth, and especially that one shot of the aftermath: Mommy’s face covered in Daddy’s cum, and the huge smile that goes along with it.

I’d like there to be pictures of me spreading my pussy, fingering my cunt, and fucking their father’s lovely cock. I want them to see me proudly displaying my asshole, sucking Daddy’s balls, and otherwise behaving like a sex-loving slut. All with that horny smile on my face. I’ve made myself cum at least a dozen times lately with the image of one of my daughters on her knees on my bed, these pictures spread out in front of her, while she fucks herself with one of my toys and brings herself to a screaming orgasm. How could encouraging something so beautiful be considered bad?

Like I said, all this is a long way off, and anything can happen before this even has the chance of being a reality. Maybe I’ll receive a vision from on high and become a devout Scientologist. I don’t know if I’ll be able to bring myself to leave explicitly pornographic pictures in my bedroom for my nosy girls to find, but I think I can at least get up the courage to tuck away a few tasteful nudes of their father and me where they wouldn’t be too hard to find.

Either way, I’m beginning to think I might need to invest in a good hidden nanny cam for my bedroom…

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Alright my patient pervs, I’ve posted Becoming a Cuckold 3 for your wanking enjoyment. I wasn’t sure I’d have as much fun as I normally do while writing about this kink, but it was a great experience. I do think it helped that the other man was her brother, but it was also very interesting attempting to get into the head of a guy who wanted to see his wife get fucked by someone else. I don’t know if I fully captured what it’s all about, but I do feel I understand the fetish a little better. If I missed the mark, please drop me a note and let me know where I went wrong (or what I might have left out), so I’ll be better prepared when I attempt another cuckold story down the road.

One of my vigilant readers reported to me that someone had posted My Daughter’s Dildo at Stories.XNXX.com. I don’t really care about people reposting my stuff since it’s not like I’m writing to make money (yet). I take it as a kind of compliment. More people get to see my stories, and I don’t have to do any of the work! I would prefer that they contact me and ask permission, but in the couple of cases where my stories have been lifted that hasn’t happened. The only thing that bothers me is when they don’t give me credit. I mean, it’s only fair, right?

I reached out to the XNXX re-poster and let him know my feelings and he was happy to add my name to the story with apologies. In the process of all this, I ended up creating an account there. I looked at this site back when I first started writing and shied away from it. The site seemed a bit too rough and tumble for me. I wasn’t ready for that as a newbie, and sought out more supportive places to share my nasty ideas. Well, I’ve decided to go back and give it a try.

I’m hoping these past few years in the porn game has given me the confidence to deal with the negativity that I’m likely to experience at XNXX. Though, if I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure about that. But, I guess there’s only one way to find out. I’m posting Becoming a Cuckold there since I can’t put it on Lush, and I don’t want to put it on Literotica (mostly due to it being a cuckold/incest hybrid, which will likely piss of fans of both categories there). We’ll see how this experiment goes.

If you want to stop by there and give my story a positive vote or leave a comment, you can go to Chapter 1 or my profile.

I’m going to spend this week trying to catch up on my backlog of DMM Fan Fic, More Stories, and Family Secrets, so keep an eye on those sections for new goodies!

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How about a quick little video round-up? Here are a few that are in my secret favorites file that I cum back to every so often to get off to again and again.

Japanese All-Girl Band: I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I have a real thing for music videos that feature sex and nudity. The best are the official videos that include the singer doing nasty stuff. This one isn’t an official video, but it looks like they did their best to mimic the original band close enough that it fooled a lot of people. I just think they’re all adorable and have the cutest little Asian butts (which you don’t get to see enough of). Had I discovered J- and K-Pop when I was a teen, I know I would have been obsessed with it. If you like this sort of silliness as much as I do, here’s another one with naked girls spliced in with the real video (I’m guessing). Please let me know If you ever find anything else like this out there!

Caught Masturbating: Here’s a fun one that I get a kick out of every time I watch it. Not only is the girl a sexy little thing, but her reaction is great. I always wonder what the boy thought of what he saw. I’ve seen a lot of real caught masturbating videos over the years, and I find it odd that none of them turned into all out incest sex scenes like they always do in the porn stories. Funny, that. I’m pretty sure if I’d been caught vibing my pussy completely naked in front of my webcam when I was younger I wouldn’t have reacted so calmly. Of course, if it had been my big brother who caught me, maybe it would have turned into one of those porn scenes we read so much about…

Wild Masturbation: There’s a lot to love in this video. I generally don’t like pay webcam clips, but I’ve made an exception for this one. Whenever I watch it, I get inspired by this girl’s intensity. When I have the house to myself, I tend to talk dirty while I play, getting louder as I get closer to cumming. I sound a lot like she does when I do this. I get fixated on one phrase or word and repeat it over and over. The more I hear myself saying whatever the dirty word du jour is, the more excited it makes me. Most often it’s the word “cunt,” frequently it’s “masturbate,” and there’s a fair amount of “fuck me, daddy” as well. Aside from her verbal ejaculations, there are vaginal ejaculations as well! Along with some ass play and great tits. The end doesn’t deliver on the promise, but she’s sexy enough that I can overlook that small failing.

Mutual Masturbation: This one probably won’t appeal to most of you guys as much as it does me. It features a man vigorously beating off to his wife’s pussy. You don’t get to see much of her, but I find it very arousing the way she puts herself on display for her horny man. I like watching men jack off, and will sometimes look at a few male solo clips as an appetizer for my porn watching sessions, but I rarely find videos quite like this one that I can actually get myself off to.

Mommy’s Skirts: I would be remiss if I didn’t include at least one incest video in the mix. This one is just a loving mommy talking to her horny boy and using one of my favorite words very liberally. I find it consistently amazing that this word affects me the way it does. You would think that using it repeatedly, as it is in this video, would diminish its impact, but it only seems to make it sound better. There’s another one out there by CrazyWife called Mother’s Horny Cunt (I think) that I really like, but it’s not easy to find. I will sometimes just close my eyes and listen to these nasty ladies talking as I finger myself to a wonderful cum.

Okay, I know these won’t keep a mob of professional pervs like you busy for long, but just know that while you’re watching one of these videos and working yourself toward orgasm, that I might be doing the exact same thing right along with you at that very moment!

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 26
by DirtyMindedMom

“Oh, fuck me, that feels good,” I moaned loudly as I eased the dildo into my cunt.

It was my day off, the kids were in school, Vera was puttering around in her natural habitat (the kitchen), and I was in my bedroom with the door wide open.

I was on my back, naked, legs in the air and knees bent, as I slowly fucked myself. “Yeah, that’s it, nice and easy. Fuck that horny pussy.” Saying these things aloud turned me on even more than I already was. It’s what I’d be doing even if I wasn’t trying to get my housemate’s attention. “Mmm, deep in my wet fucking pussy.”

I opened my eyes and saw my quarry peering into my room, wide-eyed but curious.

“Do you want I should close the door for you?” Vera said in an uncertain tone.

I could tell this was nothing more than her hastily constructed excuse for being at my threshold. Vera had been shy, and very chaste, with me ever since our mutual masturbation encounter. She wasn’t going so far as to try to avoid me – an impossibility given our close quarters – but she was staying away from anything remotely close to the topic of sex. Somehow, her guilty conscience only made her sexier in my eyes. It suddenly came to me that one of the things that was getting me off about this whole situation was that I was witnessing the gradual corruption of this otherwise respectably moral woman. Not only witnessing her fall from grace, but intentionally orchestrating it. I was a terrible person.

“Leave it,” I said, looking at her from between my thighs. “I want it open. Wide open.”

“Oh…okay…” After a moment of lingering indecision, she turned to go.

“Vera, come join me.” I slipped the dildo out of my pussy, gave it a few quick sucks, then pushed it gently back into my hole.

She cleared her throat nervously. “I…I should not. We shouldn’t do like that. It is bad for us.”

“Come on, I know you’re as horny as I am. We had fun last time, didn’t we?”

Vera wasn’t able to deny that. “I try no to do any more sins…” Her protests trailed off as I reached around with my free hand and caressed a finger over my exposed asshole, wet with my dribbling juices.

“I understand. You’re a good woman, and a good mother.” I continued to deliberately fuck myself, pleased at how enthralled she was by the sight of what I was doing. “You don’t want to turn into a nasty slut like me.”

“Oh…I no think you are a slut, Joanne. You are…only different from me.” Her stiffening nipples betrayed her desire to walk the straight and narrow path.

“How about you just stay for a little with me while I play? It makes it more exciting to know someone is looking at me while I’m doing this.”

She apparently wasn’t able to come up with a good excuse during the few moments she hesitated before giving in with a nod.

“Come sit next to me.” I patted the mattress and she moved to the spot and sat down.

I masturbated quietly for a time, my hand massaging each of my breasts in turn, tweaking my nipples lightly. I shifted so Vera would be able to get a good view of what I was doing between my legs. It was difficult to pace myself and not just pump my dildo madly to a quick cum.

“Mmm…I love playing with my pussy,” I sighed. Using two fingers, I carefully peeled back the hood of my clitoris and thrust my hips up, making it stand out as prominently as I could. “I wish my clit was as big as yours is. You must love having it sucked.”

Vera stared openly at my vulgar display, then shrugged.

“What? You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know. My husband say your mouth is not for sex. The bible say so, too.”

“Oh, you poor thing. You have no idea what you’re missing.” I teased the end of my dildo over my little pink tip. “We’re going to have to do something about that one of these days.”

She swallowed nervously, but didn’t raise any objections. Little by little I was chipping away at that moral foundation that was holding her back from enjoying herself as much as she deserved. She might be scared now, but one day she would be thanking me for bringing her over to the dark side.

“I talked to Gary,” I said conversationally as I leisurely inserted the toy back inside my wetness.

Once again, she was slow to respond due to the distractions I was offering. “About what?”

“He said he’d like to have sex with you. He’d like it very much.”

“Oh! No! That was just bad talk, no for real. You didn’t really.”

“I did. He asked me last night if I talked to you about it and I promised I’d mention it today. He wants to know when you two can get together and do it.”

“No, no, no,” she insisted, shaking her head. “He is Valencia’s boyfriend. And too young for me. I am married, and—“

“Okay, okay, I get it. You have a hundred reasons why you shouldn’t. Just relax.” I tried to keep it light and playful. “I know it’s way outside your comfort zone. But my son does think you’re a very sexy woman. He even said he thinks about you sometimes when he’s stroking his cock.”

The shocked look on her face was precious. “He say these things to his mother?”

“Not in so many words,” I lied, “but we’re very open with each other about everything, including sex.” I licked some of my juices off of my dildo while I let that sink in. “As a matter of fact, before you moved in, my son and I had a sort of ‘open door policy’ around here. We never bothered hiding from each other behind closed doors when we dressed or showered.”

“Your son sees you naked?”

“Sometimes.” I couldn’t help smiling thinking back to that first week the policy was in effect. “I think it’s healthy for us not to be ashamed of our bodies and to teach our kids to be comfortable about that.”

Vera nodded absently, even though I was sure she didn’t agree with my philosophy. “And you see your son naked, too?”

“Uh huh. Quite a lot actually.”

“And also his penis?”

“Most definitely. He’s rather proud of it…” I couldn’t help letting out a telling moan as I pictured my son’s wonderful cock. “…as he should be. It’s pretty big for a boy his age.”

“You see it when it’s…you know?”

“Hard? Of course.” I pulled my toy out and held it up. “Maybe an inch or two longer than this, and a bit thicker.” I got a thrill out of the way her eyes went wide at that. “But you know how they are when they’re teenagers, they get hard so easy. I made sure Gary wasn’t embarrassed about it, telling him it was perfectly natural and nothing he had to hide from me.”

“I don’t know,” Vera said somewhat hushed. “I think maybe it is no good for a boy to see his mother naked and have a hard penis for that.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure if Cris saw you naked, he would get a huge erection right away.”

“Aaiiee,” she exclaimed and crossed herself. “I can’t even imagine about that.”

“They can’t help it. All boys want to have sex with their mother. It’s a psychological fact.” I didn’t know if that was true, but it sounded good at the time.

“That is more than bad. They don’t really want that.”

I gave her a shrug. “If I was your son, I’d want to fuck you.”

“Yes, but you are a devil inside of a woman’s body.”

“A very horny body,” I giggled, turning her distressed frown into a hint of a smile. “Can you do me one little favor?” I wanted to continue working on her, but I was getting too close to focus.

“What favor?”

I gathered one of my breasts up in my hand. “Can you just suck one of my nipples for me while I masturbate?”

“Oh…I…”

“Only for a few seconds.”

She eyed my proffered nipple. Her tongue moved across her lower lip without her being aware of it. She was shaking her head no even as she leaned down. I figured it was a longshot, but it looked like it was going to pay off.

“Only for a quick time.”

Her soft lips settled around my areola and her tongue touched the tip of my erect nipple. A flash suddenly blazed through my whole body. This caught me off guard. I’ve had plenty of people suck my tits before, but the triumph of getting Vera to do it added something to the experience like nothing else.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I began working myself faster.

Upon hearing and feeling my reaction, she sucked my whole nipple into her mouth. I knew then that it wouldn’t just be for a quick time. I had her hooked. She sucked while I fucked. The little noises she made as she suckled me only heightened the pleasure. I was convinced that this was something she’d been fantasizing about since that day we got off in front of each other.

“That feels so fucking good, Vera. Don’t stop.” She pulled off of my tit right after I said that, making me think I had screwed things up by speaking. Vera then moved to my other breast and began eagerly sucking that nipple. “Ah…yes. You’re going to make me cum.”

I was about to start really going at it, then I noticed something.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked. Vera nodded, unwilling to release my nipple from her mouth. Her hand was between her legs and she was pressing her crotch through her slacks. “Yeah, that’s it, rub that hot pussy. I want you to cum with me.”

It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before her stifled moans told me she was ready to climax. I’d been on the edge the entire time, and was finally able to let myself pull the trigger. I changed the angle of the dildo slightly, which started a chain reaction that couldn’t be stopped.

“I’m cumming! My cunt is cumming. Suck my tits! Suck my tits! Yes, yes, oh fuuuuck, yes!”

As soon as she sensed I had mostly finished orgasming, she let off with a deep breath and began rubbing herself with both hands. Even though she was fully dressed, it was about the hottest thing I could imagine seeing her do. It was somehow so much more depraved this way.

“That’s it,” I cheered her on. “Rub that fucking pussy! Make that big clit cum!” I reached over on impulse and grabbed one of her bouncing tits and squeezed. Even through her blouse and bra I could feel how hard her nipple was.

“Ai mãe!” she cried and began to spasm as her climax took control of her body. I rode it out with her, feeling a glow of happiness at having the privilege of being part of something so beautiful as another woman’s orgasm.

Once the storm had passed, without a word she dropped onto the bed next to me. I put my arm around her and held her. I could feel her racing heart gradually slow in the quiet warmth of our embrace.

“You are the devil,” she whispered.

“And you are an angel.” I kissed her cheek and rested with my forehead to hers.

I still had a lot of corrupting left to do, but I had managed to take this sainted mother one more baby step down the path to blissful damnation.

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Gary gave me a hug when he got home from school. He kissed me on the cheek then whispered in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Mom. I can’t wait to eat your pussy tonight.”

“Why wait?” I asked teasingly. “Why don’t you throw me down right here and suck me off in front of everyone.”

“Mmm…you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He kissed me again. “Dirty freak.”

Valerie was looking at us knowingly, Vera suspiciously, and Cris wasn’t paying any attention to us at all. I wondered what would happen if Gary took me up on my challenge and ravished me on the spot in front of them all. Not yet, I reminded myself. Naughty things come to those who wait.

There was a delicious amount of sexual tension in the air as we all went through the motions of normal life. Gary wanted to eat my pussy. Valerie wanted his cock inside her. Vera was most likely picturing my son’s swinging dick every time she saw him. And I was doing everything I could to inspire Cris to think impure thoughts about me. What a fun little dynamic we had going on. It was almost ridiculous that not long ago I was a regular, boring housewife who barely bothered to think about sex. I probably should have been seeking professional help for my current mental state, but I was having too much fun playing the depraved pervert in sheep’s clothing to even think about stopping now.

It wasn’t until I noticed Gary noticing me flirting with Cris that I began to feel a bit guilty. He had told me he didn’t care if I fucked his girlfriend’s brother. If fact, he encouraged it. Even so, was it possible he was feeling some jealousy and covering it up? He seemed to enjoy watching me fuck that one-night-stand, and he knew it wasn’t like the two of us were in some kind of romantic relationship. With all the craziness going on in my life between leaving my husband and all the kinky sex I somehow got wrapped up in, maybe I was losing sight of what was most important of all. I promised myself at that moment I would never let that happen.

That night after I took off my makeup and washed my face, I purposely left my phone in the bathroom. When I came back to get it, it just so happened Cris was in there going through his nightly routine. What a coincidence.

“Sorry, just need to grab my phone,” I said slipping in behind him. “Can’t leave this lying around for anyone to find. That would be embarrassing.”

“How come?” he asked innocently, walking right into my trap.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure there are plenty of things on your phone you don’t want anyone else to see. Just because I’m an old lady doesn’t mean I don’t have some secrets of my own.” I met his eye in the mirror and winked.

“You’re not an old lady,” he said, more to be a gentleman than anything else. “Besides, as long as no one knows your password it’s safe.”

“Oh, I don’t use a password. I keep forgetting them, so I stopped using one.” I noticed a dark spot on Cris’s back. “Ouch, what happened here?” Without thinking my motherly instincts kicked in and I brushed my fingertips over the bruise near his shoulder blade.

“Probably from basketball.” His voice was cool, but the goosebumps that rose in response to my touch told another story. “It’s nothing.”

“You boys play too rough.” I leaned in and kissed his boo-boo. “Of course, some of us like it rough…”

Our eyes met once again in the mirror. He couldn’t form a coherent response to that. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Night, night.” I let my fingernails trail lightly down his back to the waistband of his shorts and made my exit. Once again my heart was thumping with the thrill of seduction. If I didn’t have him on the line after that, I’d never be able to snare him.

I closed my bedroom door and tried to refocus my mind, shifting my attention from one handsome young boy to another. Gary was stretched out on his bed, or rather our bed. He still had on his boxers and was absently toying with his cock and balls as he watched something on his laptop – a preview for the latest superhero movie from the sound of it.

“Mmm…can’t wait to see Wonder Woman,” he said without looking up.

“And here I thought I was your Wonder Woman.”

“You can be my Super Girl.”

I grabbed my boobs and hefted them through my flimsy tank top. “How many girls do you know with tits like this?”

He looked over and grinned. “Okay, I take it back. How about we say you’re my Harley Quinn and leave it at that.”

He lost me with that one, so I couldn’t continue playing along without jeopardizing what little nerd cred I had with him. I decided to take it as a compliment and move on.

“Can we talk for a minute,” I said, putting aside my sudden urge to take my son’s cock down my throat.

“Sure.” Gary closed his laptop and started to pull down his boxers.

“I mean talk-talk.” I sat on the mattress trying not to look at his dick.

“Oh, that kind of talk.” He pulled his shorts up. The look of resigned patience on his face showed that he had accepted how having a sexual affair with me inevitably involved the occasional “talk.”

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Oh course, Mom. You make it pretty obvious every night.”

“I don’t mean just like that. I love all the things we do together, but there’s more to it than that.” I held back from putting a reassuring hand on his leg, knowing it would be too distracting. “Even with all the things that have been going on, I’m still your mother. I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Same here.”

“And you understand it’s not just because I can’t get enough of your cock, or because of the amazing things you do to my pussy with your tongue. That’s all very special to me, but I love you as much now as I did before we started playing with each other like that. And that love I have for you will never change no matter what.

He nodded as he took that in. “I know we say it a lot, but I really do love you, too, Mom. And also not just for the sex stuff – which is great – but also for you being you.”

“I think the sex stuff is easy – somehow it just comes natural for us, I guess – but it’s everything else that can get confusing and complicated.”

“More than anything, I want you to be happy, Mom. After the shitty way Dad treated you, you should be happy.”

“And I want the same for you.” I gave in and stroked his leg, stopping at the edge of his underwear. “We’re kind of caught in a Catch-22 here. I don’t want you making choices just to make me happy. I only want to do what makes you happy.”

“If that’s what a Catch-22 is, then you’re right – this can get confusing sometimes.”

“I know we’ve been through this before, but I’ll back off on trying to have sex with Cris if you don’t want me to. You’re all I need to keep me satisfied.” I was hoping he couldn’t tell that wasn’t entirely true.

“Mom, seriously, I’m fine with it.” He reached out and patted me on the knee, leaving his hand there. “Look, I know how much you like to fuck. I saw you with that guy, and you were like a whole different person. I can’t blame you for wanting a cock like that.” It was difficult not to notice him getting hard as he said that. “I didn’t get it until me and Valerie started fucking, but now I understand that there’s no other feeling like that in the world.”

“But it still must bother you.”

He took a moment to consider it. “Well, I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t wish it was my cock you wanted to fuck. But you explained how that’s not something we can do, and I mostly get it. I think it would be fine, but I guess you know what’s best for us. It’s only because I trust you so much that I know we can’t do it.”

“You might not be feeling that way if you didn’t have Valerie’s pussy to stick your dick in every chance you get,” I teased.

“And soon I’ll be sticking it in her mom.”

I slapped his boner playfully for that.

“Oww, that’s child abuse.”

“I’ll show you some abuse!” I rolled him to his side and began spanking his butt cheek.

“Owww! Help! Call 9-1-1!”

I climbed on top of him and clapped my hand over his mouth. “Shhh! They’re going to think I’m really beating you.”

His body went still under me. It felt so good to be this close to him. His smell filled me up. The touch of his arm wrapping around my back gave me tingles. The deep look in his eyes as he stared into mine told me everything I needed to know about what was going on inside of him. I moved my hand and brought my lips to his. He kissed me back.

It wasn’t the passionate kiss of horny desperation we often shared in the throes of our incestuous degradations. This was a kiss of love, pure and unsullied. A son’s love for a mother. A boy’s love for a woman. We were part of each other, and always would be. It would be impossible to love another man the way I loved my son. And with this kiss I knew to the core of my being that he loved me like no other woman. It wasn’t a romantic love we had, but something beyond that. Yes, there was raw lust that drove us to do the things we had done – neither of us would deny that. However, that lust was fueled and sustained by the bond we had. A bond that formed before he came into this world. A bond that had been formed between us as he grew inside me. And it was only enhanced when he emerged from from within, struggling into the light amid my blood, sweat, and pain. Then, finally, it was sealed forever when I nourished him with my body, letting him suck at my breasts and feed on my life’s milk. Indulging in the pleasure of our sexuality together was only the next inexorable step in our journey together as mother and son.

“God, I love you so fucking much, Mom.”

For a moment I wondered if he was reading my mind. I covered his face with kisses, and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Okay, enough of that mushy stuff,” I said and fetched my phone from the dresser. “I want you to help me take some naked selfies.”

“I already have about a hundred naked pictures of you on my phone. I can just send some to you.”

“No, I need it to look like I took them and have them on my phone.” I dropped my shorts and pulled my tank top off over my head. “In case anyone around here goes snooping on my phone, I want there to be something for them to find.”

He finally understood what I was up to and yanked off his own shorts. “You are one crazy bitch, Harley.”

We spent the next hour taking pictures. Gary gave me nude selfie lessons. There was a lot more to taking dirty pictures of yourself than I realized. I tried to keep them tasteful, but we kept veering off into explicitly graphic territory with me spreading my cunt wide for gynecological close-ups while my son egged me on with his cock in his hand.

The photoshoot ended when Gary couldn’t control himself any longer and shot a big load of cum all over my pussy. I used his warm jizz as lube to fuck myself while he finger-banged my asshole. After the lights went out, there was some cock sucking, a bit of titty fucking, and lots of cunt licking. It was after 3:00 am before we finally ran out of steam (and cum).

We snuggled up naked together before falling asleep, and I didn’t care who might find us like that in the morning. I loved my son, and he loved me, and that was all that really mattered.

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I love being vulgar!

One of the biggest thrills of writing porn for me is that it allows me to use the dirtiest words I know in the nastiest ways I can imagine. This is something I definitely don’t get to do in my real life. It’s an incredible outlet for my pent up urges, and no matter how much I do it, it still gets me off.

The reason I bring this up is that a reader recently emailed me and mentioned that my vulgarity was one of the things he appreciated about my writing. I took that as a huge compliment. Sure, it’s easy to use naughty words for mere shock value, but to be able to use them to turn people on and inspire them to cum is what drives me whenever I drop my panties and sit down in front of the keyboard.

The flip side of this is that I often get “accused” of being a man because “I don’t write like a woman.” This really pisses me off. Not because someone doubts that I’m a woman, but that they assume a woman can only write in a “womanly” style. Fuck that noise!

I was reading an “erotic” romance the other day and couldn’t get past the first couple chapters. “His fingers gently glided along my cleft to my womanly center.” I might have bought into this flowery crapola ten years ago, but now it just turns my stomach. “His fingers slid over my stiff clit, down between my swollen pussy lips, and plunged into my eager fuck hole.” Now that’s more like it! That’s something I can rub my cunt to!

When it comes to porn, I believe you have to write what turns you on in order to turn anyone else on. Nothing is better than when I lose myself in my writing and time flies by without me being aware of it. It’s magical. That being said, I’m also very aware that I’m writing for others. I suspect at least 90% of my readers are men, and I also take this into consideration. If I knew I was writing primarily for a female audience, I would most like take a slightly different approach. I certainly want to get men and women off alike, but I tend to shade my choices toward what I think would please that guy hunched over his computer with one hand on the mouse and his other hand gripping his throbbing cock.

So, for someone to assume that a woman can’t make these kinds of considered choices when she writes, and that only a man can write in a deliberately vulgar style, is just flat out ignorant. I know I shouldn’t pay attention to these clueless goofballs, but it still bothers me because it means that there are people out there who continue to discount a woman’s intellectual capacity despite all the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

I may be a plain-Jane mom and unambitious housewife, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be just as crude and vulgar as the next guy!

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