A literary prostitute, that is. Allow me to explain…

As some of you have probably already noticed, I’m in the process of a transformation of sorts. I’m changing my screen name from DirtyMinedMom to DirtyMindedMinx. I’ve decided to do this for two reasons, one practical and one personal.

I’ve received several compliments over the years for my writing that included the suggestion that I write for the commercial erotica market. About a year ago, I began actually thinking about trying it. Then didn’t do anything about it. A few months ago I began actually looking into what it would entail. It’s a bit daunting, but I decided that once the kids were back in school that I would use some of the extra time I would have during the day to make an attempt.

I was gearing up to write something I could publish as an eBook on Amazon and/or Smashwords, then I stumbled across an interesting market I hadn’t considered before: writing custom erotic stories. This idea really appealed to me. I’ve had a lot of readers ask for stories with specific plots or characters, but I generally made it a policy not to take on these kinds of projects. For one, I have a huge backlog of ideas of my own that I want to write, and for two, I wasn’t sure I could do someone else’s story idea justice.

After some experimentation, I learned that my second objection wasn’t a problem. And as far as the first issue goes, if I was going to be writing commercially anyway I figured I might as well bring someone else’s vision to the page along the way. With that in mind, I came up with a new plan.

I’m going to offer my services as an erotic writer for hire. I will take your desired premise, plot, characters, fetishes, settings, or situations and turn them into a story custom made just for you. Then, depending on the deal you choose, I will publish the story for the general public (changing any personal details that may have been incorporated into the story, of course). I think this approach will give me an opportunity to not only fulfill a need for many of my devoted readers, but it will also provide me with a library of diverse works to offer as a “professional” writer.

One of the things I discovered during my research is that almost all eBook publishers require characters to be 18 or over, and none that I could find were (according to their terms of service) okay with incest or “pseudo-incest.” This, obviously, presents a problem for me and eliminates the majority of the personal stories I’ve written or plan to write. This means that the stories I’m most interested in custom writing will not violate these restrictions. Which brings us back around to my name change.

Initially, I’m only intending to “advertise” my custom story services here at my blog. I want my loyal friends to have first whack at this opportunity, so to speak. When (or if) I open myself up to a wider audience for my custom story services, I don’t want to be pigeon-holed by my screen name, which has something of an incesty vibe. DirtyMindedMinx is less limiting while still being essentially accurate. Maybe when I hit 40 I’ll have to change it to DirtyMindedMature, but I don’t have to start worrying about that for a few years yet!

I’m still sorting out the details of how my new underground career as an official smut peddler will work, and I’ll do another post soon on the specifics of it all. Just to give you an idea, I’m settling in on rates that range from $5 to $15 per page (~600 words) depending on the genre (publishable vs. non-publishable) and who retains the rights. Just to give you an idea, most chapters of Open Door Policy run about 10 pages. I’m also considering rates for people who want to collaborate, or want me to edit and proofread their own erotic story. I’m also toying with the odd idea of some sort of role play by email service. Not sure on that one yet.

In the meantime, I’d be curious to hear from you if any of my proposed professional services are of interest to you. For everyone else, don’t worry. My screen name is changing, but that’s all. I’ll still be keeping up with my blog and all that entails, as well as writing about the kinky things that turn me on. It’s going to be a challenge, that’s for sure, but with a little self-discipline I think I can pull it off…or at least I can continue to get you to pull it off – which is job #1 here at DirtyMindedManufacturing Inc.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to put on my platform heels, squeeze into my neon micro-dress, and hit the streets looking for a few literate tricks.

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You just know there’s always more to the story than is reported. What would it be like if we were given all the sordid details…?

First, the real story.

Now, the hole story:

Authorities in Mississippi have arrested a woman from Turraro accused of carrying on a sexual relationship with a 16-year-old boy for several weeks. June Roberts, 38, was booked into the Lincoln Parish Correctional Center in Denton. Bond with her bail was set at $5,000.

Roberts is charged with carnal knowledge of a juvenile and indecent behavior with a juvenile. Roberts apparently met the victim through an acquaintance and allegedly persuaded the teen to participate in a sexual relationship for about six weeks.

“It was more like blackmail,” the boy said during our interview. “June and my mom hung out at the same bar, and one night my mom had a few too many and told her that she would sometimes fuck me when my dad was away on a long haul. After that, June waited for me after school one day and told me she’d call the cops about me and my mom if I didn’t start fucking her, too.”

The sexual encounters took place at the home where Roberts was living. According to the Sherriff, the boy told deputies he did not reveal the relationship to authorities because she threatened him.

Roberts refuted this allegation. “All I did was tell him that I heard he liked banging older women, flashed him my tits, and asked if he was interested. That’s all it took. The boy was a regular fuck machine after that. He couldn’t get enough of my pussy, and came around almost every day just to get his dick wet. The only time I threatened the little fucker was when he tried to shove his cock up my shitter that one time.”

In the end, it was a friend of Roberts’ who contacted the police in July upon discovering the relationship.

“It was that bitch Shirley,” Roberts accused during arraignment proceedings. “I told her about how I was getting a nice hunk of young cock on the regular. She asked if she could ‘borrow’ my boy toy for an afternoon. I told her no because I knew it she’d want him more and more if I let her have a taste of his hard dick. The backstabbing slut up and turned me in because I wouldn’t share.”

It took detectives several weeks to investigate the case. When investigators obtained a warrant for Roberts’ arrest, she was nowhere to be found. The Sheriff’s Office took her into custody on Tuesday from her home in Turraro. Officers found her in the company of the boy in question. The two were both naked, covered in scented oil, and performing lewd acts involving several items they’d purchased at a hardware store earlier that afternoon.

As the officers waited for the boy to get dressed, he remarked: “She likes to force me to shove weird stuff in her cunt then slap her titties around. What was I supposed to do? We would have gone to jail if she turned us in for all the fucking me and mom do. At least my mom lets me do butt stuff with her.”

The arrest wasn’t planned. Deputies were at the property on an unrelated matter, but while cops were at the home they determined she had an outstanding warrant and arrested her. She offered oral sex and other sexual favors to the officers in exchange for not taking her into custody.

“A few of the guys let her suck them off,” Deputy Barnes told reporters, “and I gave her pussy a good pounding, but that wasn’t going to stop us from doing our lawful duty. We’re just happy the boy is safe at home where he can fuck his momma in peace like the good Lord intended.”

When the mother was contacted by phone for comment, the boy told us she couldn’t speak because his cock was currently halfway down her throat.

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I was recently asked a question that really got me thinking. If I were to seduce my brother today, how would I go about it?

Not to be a spoil-sport, but I need to say right off the top that I have no intention of attempting to have sex with my brother. I say this in a futile effort to avoid a rash of messages telling me I should put this plan into action. As I’ve said before, I’m not willing to put my marriage, or his, in jeopardy in exchange for the sake of a kinky thrill. Between my husband and my writing, my pussy is already getting all the action she needs to be content. Now, if it should happen that we both somehow end up single at some point in the near future, I’ll reconsider. If, however, I had no regard for my wedding vows or the stability of Nick’s family, here’s what I’m thinking I’d do…

For starters, being the kind of person I am, I’d have to take things slow. If real life were a porno, I could just show up at his house one day, drop my panties, and say, “Wanna fuck?” Of course his answer would be, “Hell, yeah!” and we’d merrily go to pound town together on his kitchen floor without a second thought. While that’s certainly an option, the risk factor is well beyond what I’m willing to chance, and I’m more than certain I don’t have the balls to attempt anything even close to that.

The way I’d start it would be to test the waters in very gradual stages. I’d want to know with some confidence that he would respond positively to any advances I might make. I would be devastated if he rejected me, and probably too embarrassed to face him after coming on to him sexually only to be shot down. First I’d start dressing sexier when I knew I was going to see him. Nothing too overt, but I’d choose my wardrobe such that it would allow me the option to show off to him whenever the opportunity allowed, but remain otherwise conservative when anyone was around. For example, a short skirt that might ride up by accident, or a loose blouse that could hang open if I happened to lean over in front of him. I’d carefully watch to see what his reaction was to these incidental flashes of sister-flesh was. If he was happy to help himself to a peek rather than avert his eyes, this would prompt me to move to phase 2.

The next thing I’d have to do is find a way to spend time with him alone. This would be tricky. One idea is that I would have to use one of Nick’s hobbies that doesn’t involve his wife. What I came up with was golf. I could tell him that I want to learn to play. I’d ask if he could teach me, but not tell anyone because it was going to surprise my husband if I got good at it (which I wouldn’t). We could meet up at a local course once every week or two after he got out of work. I’d tell Dave I had joined some new club or was going to a women-only gym. I’d use the time on the course to get a little flirty with my brother, and do a bit more showing off in tight shorts and tops. Maybe even forget my bra on occasion.

After the driving range or a quick 9 holes, I’d do my best to maneuver him into the club house for a beer or two where we could talk. Over time I would carefully introduce topics that were more and more intimate. Again, I’d be careful to gauge his reaction to these conversational gambits. Does he try to change the subject, fidget and clam up, or engage with me and encourage further discussion along such provocative lines? I wouldn’t try anything too explicit out of the gate. Maybe get him to swap stories about any wild college experiences. Perhaps ask about girlfriends he had before getting married. And probably mention something I saw in the news or on Facebook that has a sexual element to it.

If he went along with this, I’d loosen up the joking and sexual innuendo. We can be fairly open around each other now, but sexy banter between us is very much the exception, not the rule – especially one-on-one. Assuming he plays along, I would work in more personal things. I might fill him in on how and when I lost my virginity, or tell him about the time I walked in on my roommate masturbating (I didn’t), or confess how my sex drive seems to be getting stronger as I get older (it is).

My hope would be that he’d respond in kind, and talk with me about similarly private aspects of his life. If nothing else, having Nick talk about his sexual experiences with me would be enough to fuel my masturbation fantasies for a couple decades. When I felt it was safe, I’d go even deeper. I’d admit to finding our father’s porn stash and maybe mention how I’d sneak out to the garage on occasion and spend some “alone time” looking at his dirty magazines and books. I’d hint around about sometimes looking at porn online, working it into the conversation in the form of a little joke here and there. I’d also be sure to look for any excuse to touch him. A lingering pat on the shoulder, helping him get the ketchup off his lip, or fixing his mussed up hair for him. Of course, I’d only say and do these sorts of things after a beer or two, allowing me to blame the alcohol if I got myself into trouble.

I thought about using text messages and/or email to supplement my flirtation, but there would be too much danger leaving evidence like that for either of our spouses to find. As tempting as it is, most of the people getting caught misbehaving are undone because of their phone or computer. With everything going to plan, I’d wait for just the right time and tell him that I wrote an erotic story that I posted online. If he wanted to see it, I’d direct him to some site where I had uploaded it under a new alias. I’d either write something new, or use a version of “Coming Out to Play.” Upon receiving a positive response, I’d tell him I’d also written a “taboo” story but was afraid to post it. Ideally, he’d encourage me to put it on the web (mostly because he’s secretly dying to read it). The story would be something fairly neutral to our situation so as not to be too blatant about what I was up to. Maybe a nice sister/sister story where the first initials of the girls’ names would be N and R (matching Nick and Rachael).

Once I’d gotten favorable feedback from him on the incest story, I’d probably teasingly ask him if he jerked off to it. Not sure if he’d confess to this, but I wouldn’t press him too hard on it knowing that he had most likely beat his dick like a rented mule while reading his little sister’s filthy story. I’d then let Nick know that I’d gotten a lot of requests from readers for a brother/sister story, but I’d feel weird about writing something like that and would want his blessing before attempting a story that hit that close to home. Hopefully he’d push for more details, and I’d explain that I had a weird crush on him when we were teens. My mission at that point would to be to get some sort of confirmation from him that he had any kind of sexual interest in me back then.

At this point, everything has all been slowly developing over the course of several months at the minimum. Maybe golf season is over by now and I’ve wormed my way onto his co-ed darts team. Whatever the case, if everything feels right, I’ll hit the fruity girl-drinks harder than usual during one of our get-togethers. While we’re saying our goodbyes in the parking lot, I’ll step up close to him and ask, “Can I try something?” Before he can answer, I’ll go up on my tippy-toes and kiss him on the lips. But not a sister kiss. A nice, long, sexy, “I want you” kiss.

If I need an explanation, I’ll tell him that I always wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss him like that, and that it was much better than I imagined. After that, I would pretty much leave it up to him to move things forward. If he hadn’t taken the lead by then, this would be the full steam ahead signal from me. I wouldn’t play any games with him. If he kept things between us at the level they were, I’d go along with that. If he tried to seduce me, I’d let him. If he shoved me in the backseat of his SUV and wanted to fuck me there on the spot, I’d spread my legs and hand my pussy over to him to do with as he pleased. Knowing my brother, he’d be more gentlemanly than that. Part of the thrill for me would be to see how he went about crossing that line with me. I could definitely go for a bit of seduction – something I don’t think I’ll be able to experience again in my romantic life.

I don’t believe I have a preference between a brief affair versus a prolonged siblings-with-benefits arrangement, but I’d be happy either way. Just being able to know what it’s like to fuck and suck my brother’s cock, to make him jerk off for me while I watch, and to taste his cum would more than satisfy me for years to come (and come, and come).

Okay, so it’s far from being the boldest plan, but with my personality it’s the best I can imagine myself doing in real life. Taking it slow would give me plenty of chances to bail if he wasn’t picking up what I was putting down. Also, using alcohol and humor would provide a cover to safely pull back from any comments or actions that he felt were inappropriate.

And, whether he went for me or not, I’d always have my fantasies and a fat dildo with his name on it!

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I need your help!

If you’re not a regular at my caption blog, I sometimes run a little contest where I post an image then have folks suggest a caption for it and I pick the one I like the most. Up until now the prize for winning has been bragging rights and getting to see your caption immortalized on My Dirty Little Captions site.

This time, however, there is a substantial and coveted prize at stake – the winner of this contest will be able to select a past captioned image from the archives and I will write a flash story based on it. With such a valuable reward on the line, it didn’t seem fair for me to be the sole judge.

This is where you come in! I need you to help me pick the best caption for this nasty cum-swapping image from among the entries. I’ve set up a poll for you to register your vote. If nothing else, this will be good practice for November! (Except in this case you’ll have better options to choose from.)

Voting will close around about Tuesday. Thanks for playing!

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As a reminder, I was pretty clueless about sex when I was a teen. My parents (more specifically, my mother) never really discussed anything more than the very fundamental mechanics of it, emphasizing the myriad negative consequences for failing to be a “good” girl and having anything to do with a dirty pee-pee tail. I didn’t have an older sister to let me in on the secret, and my few friends were too shy to talk about it or were just as clueless as me. I had to learn about sex via “on-the-job” training.

I scored my first boyfriend when I was 15. I kept him a secret from my family, and only saw him at school or talked to him on the phone when no one was around at home. I was in “love” and we even went so far as to hold hands. I had my first kiss in front of the school while waiting for the late bus on a drizzling spring day. Our torrid romance lasted a whole three months before I got dumped (he told one of my friends to tell me it was over and that we could still be friends).

Once I’d known the joys of having a boyfriend, I was eager to find another despite the heartbreak (which, to be honest, wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be). Danny and I sat next to each other in French class and so we were often paired up for conversation practice – which we were both awful at. He was a nice guy, but I hadn’t considered him as boyfriend material until he asked me out on a real date out of the blue one day. I was sixteen by this time, but the rule was no dating until I was at least 17 (although, if it were up to my dad, it would have been 27). It took a couple fights with mom and dad, but there was a negotiated settlement that I could go out with him if it was a group date.

After that night, we were a thing. There was hand-holding and kissing – all the possibilities when it came to physical love. At least that’s what I thought up until he touched my boob.

We were making out in the last row of the darkened movie theater. We sat back to take a break, his arm draped around my shoulder. Minutes later I felt him shifting. I thought we were going to resume sucking face, but then his hand was there, on my boob, cupping me through my bra and sweater. Panic mode. What was I supposed to do? Slap him? Run away? Call the police? He began squeezing while I ran through my options. I wasn’t supposed to let boys touch me like that, but the problem was that it felt good. Really good!

I didn’t stop him. Furthermore, I hoped he wouldn’t stop. There was more kissing and more chest groping and it was perfectly delightful. So much better than holding hands! Adding my tits into the mix really fired up our relationship for the next couple weeks. We quickly advanced to under-the-shirt/over-the-bra action. Without my mom knowing, I bought myself a bra with a clasp in the front. This provided easy access the next time I saw Danny and he was thrilled to finally get his hands on my bare breasts. His palms were a bit sweaty, but I didn’t care. How could my sex life get any better? That’s about the stage that he gently took my hand and placed it on his crotch.

There was something there. Something long and hard. I knew about penises, and had an abstract notion of erections, but this was something else! I wasn’t sure what to do (or not do), so I just squeezed it the way he did with my boobs. He seemed fairly happy with that, so I figured I was on the right track. Cut to his friend’s house. Brian and Kelly were in the family room making out; Danny and I were in the less-comfortable but private formal living room doing the same. My bra was undone and my shirt pushed up. I was massaging his hard-on through his jeans when he leaned back, unzipped his pants, and pulled it out. Whoa, Daddy!

Sure, I’d been curious, but I wasn’t going to be the one to make that move, or even ask for it. But, as it turned out, I didn’t have to. There it was, my first penis…in the flesh.

It was circumcised (as have been all the penises I’ve been given access to). Looking back, I’d estimate it to be in the neighborhood of 6½ inches. A nice upward curve. Super hard and literally pulsing. I wasn’t introduced to his balls on this occasion, but I was mesmerized. The thing that most surprised me were the veins. That scared me a little. I was expecting the shaft to be smooth – at least that’s what it looked like in the drawing I saw during Sex Ed! I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and our kissing resumed with a renewed passion.

He began kind of humping up and down, which gave me the clue that I needed to be doing something more than just squeezing it. I began stroking and earned a happy moan from him. I wonder if my palms were sweaty…

Before we could get too far, the phone rang. Someone was on the way home, so we all had to cease and desist and head out to the trampoline like that’s what we’d been doing the whole time. Everyone was left frustrated. Danny’s naked cock was all I could think about that night as I lay in bed. I was in one of those times where I was trying to convince myself I shouldn’t masturbate, especially since I had a boyfriend to “satisfy” me, but my will-power had been pushed beyond the limit. I found myself facedown and grinding my mattress. After a few minutes of this I gave in, rolled over, and shoved my hand down into my PJs. I frigged my pussy to a great orgasm. Once I’d violated my promise not to touch myself, there was no further point to not fingering myself. I made myself cum twice more that night, then renewed my promise not to be such a perverted freak from then on.

After seeing Danny’s penis, my perception of sex shifted. I honestly hadn’t considered the cock in much depth before that day, but it had suddenly become a central focus for me. I was fascinated with it. It was like this alien creature living in my boyfriend’s pants. It was so strange, and frightening, and irresistible all at the same time. I loved the way it felt in my hand. The skin was soft and moved in my grip like nothing else did. I came to realize the veins that had put me off at first actually gave it more personality – it would look too weird if it was just smooth skin. I adored his cockhead. The shape, the color, and it’s soft squishiness. The pee-hole was so cute. I tried not to think about it, but as soon as I saw it, I wanted to see what it would like pissing. Gross – what was wrong with me? Or, so I worried at the time. The cock was an amazing thing all on its own, but then the bizarre fact that it was supposed to go into my vagina was almost too much for me to get my brain around.

The next chance we had to be alone was while we were out for a walk. We ducked into the woods. Tits and dick were out in a flash and we picked up right where we left off. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and going crazy. Then all of the sudden he relaxed. I wasn’t sure why, then realized there was something gooey on my hand and all over his T-shirt. I’d made him cum! And I missed it!

Nonetheless, I was pretty proud of myself. I had the power! I was one sexy lady. I could make a guy cum. And everyone knows how difficult that is!

After a couple more such handjobs, I arrange things so he was lying out flat and I was sitting up jacking him off in a way that I would be able to see the whole thing. This actually happened in school, after hours, in a quiet study room of the library. There was a risk of getting caught by one of the custodians, but we were too horny to care. I squealed when I saw the jizz shoot from his cock. I couldn’t believe how far it went or how much there was. That’s probably when my real love affair with cum began.

Things naturally progressed from there. He got into my pants and fingered me. Danny convinced me it would be okay for me to suck his penis, and it was. It really, really was. He never really went down on me. I was a little freaked out by the idea of it, but he did go down there and kiss around a few times. It felt nice, but it stressed me out. When he broke the news to me that his family was moving away in August, I learned what heartbreak felt like for real. It was the following week that I lost my virginity.

There were a couple letters once he’d gone away, and one long-distance phone call, but then we both just sorta moved on. He was a good boyfriend and he opened up a whole new world to me. I finally had an inkling of what real sex was, and how wonderful it could be. I thought I knew it all at that point, but little did I know there was still so much more to learn. But, no matter what else happens in my sex life, Danny’s will always be my very first penis.

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Cumming soon: Open Door Policy 27…

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 27
by DirtyMindedMinx

I watched the kids get into position on the sofa. Valerie was on top, naked, her ass looking as voluptuous as ever. She flipped her hair all to one side so I could see her take my son’s hard cock into her mouth. I watched her lips move slowly up and down his shaft as I toyed with my stiff clit. Gary was on the bottom, on his back, his head between her soft thighs, his mouth pressed to her plump, shaved lips. Watching my boy eat pussy was almost as good as being eaten by him.

I stood over them, pulling at a nipple and fingering my pussy as they performed for me. They were getting ready to fuck when I came in from work, but I begged them to 69. I’d been thinking about it all day at work and driving myself crazy. My jacket was on the floor, my blouse unbuttoned, and my bra pulled down so I could get at my tits. My skirt was hiked up, and my pantyhose were down to my knees along with my panties. I thought about kicking off my navy blue pumps, but decided I liked the feel of being in my work clothes for this depraved scenario. I licked my fingers and used them to wet my clit some more as I watched the naked teens orally pleasure each other at the same time. So fucking hot.

“You like sucking my son’s cock, don’t you, Valerie?”

She nodded, then came up off of him just long enough to say, “Just as much as you do, Mrs. Harden.” She ran her tongue around his fat cockhead as she watched me finger fuck myself. “Gary, your mom is such dirty whore. Look at her.”

Gary’s eyes shifted and he smiled without taking his mouth away from his girlfriend’s bald twat.

“Your little slut taste good, sweetie?” I asked, tasting my own fingers before plunging them back into my hole. “You like tongue fucking that filthy cunt hole of hers?”

“Love it, Mom.” His cheeks were slick with girl juice. “You taught me.” He kissed, licked, and sucked. “Your pussy was my first, Mom. You gave me your cunt and showed me how good it tasted.” Gary planted his hands on the backs of Valerie’s thighs and spread her. Her pussy opened and her asshole was put on lurid display.

I knew an invitation when I saw one. I went to my knees and shuffled forward. I breathed deeply as I leaned in, taking in the ripe scent of sex. It was always pleasant to play with the two of them after a shower, but there was something raw and primitive about having them after a long day of school. I went for Valerie’s dark-skinned asshole. She moaned, then moaned again when my son returned his mouth to her spread open pussy, shifting his attention from her clit to her hole and back again.

“Don’t cum yet,” I whispered to my son as we double-teamed his girl with our eager mouths. It wasn’t long before between the two of us we had her loudly panting through a leg-shaking orgasm.

I kissed one of her fleshy cheeks, then moved to the other end of this sinful arrangement. Valerie was resting with her cheek against his thigh, a dreamy smile gracing her face. I kissed my sleeping beauty on the lips, then drifted down to my boy’s balls. The scent of dried sweat was strong down there. I nuzzled my nose into the warm space just beneath his dangling testicles and took him in. Divine.

Valerie stirred with a giggle, apparently in response to something Gary was doing to her other end. She licked the small dribble of pre-cum from the tip of his dick, then offered it to me. I sucked her tongue, grateful for her generous gift. I returned to his balls, and she to his cock. We spoke back and forth with our moans as our faces came close again and again. I licked. She sucked. We both worshipped the potent idol of my son’s glorious penis.

Gary’s motions soon told me he was close. His moans of release were muffled in Valerie’s pussy. She kept her lips firmly clamped around his shaft. I felt his balls pull up and I sucked at the loose flesh of his silky scrotum. He emptied himself into his girl’s mouth. I felt a pang of envy. She was taking all his cum.

Moments later my envy evaporated. She loosened her lips just enough to allow a stream of warm semen to flow down the length of his shaft. His balls were soon coated in the pungent fluid and I began licking greedily, lapping up my baby’s sperm as it continued to pour down. It took some time, but eventually Valerie and I managed to clean up the delicious mess. The two of us shared a long kiss then, the thick taste of Gary’s spend heavy on our tongues.

“Your turn!” Valerie called with a devilish grin.

The two of them untangled themselves in a flash and soon had me on all fours there on the living room floor. Valerie took charge of my pussy, and Gary went for my ass. Feeling two mouths working on me down there at the same time was almost too much for my brain to processes. I don’t believe there’s such a thing as too much pleasure, but this came damned close!

My tits hung down and swayed as my body moved to the rhythms of the cunnilingus and analingus I was being simultaneously treated to. My taut nipples bushed across the rough carpet. I had no idea how much accumulated filth that carpet had absorbed from all the previous tenants, but that only made me hornier for some reason. It occurred to me once again how dull my sex life would be if I hadn’t split up with my no-good husband. I should have done it years ago.

“I’m such a dirty fucking slut,” I groaned and pressed my tits against the carpet, indulging in the sensations brought about by my son and his girlfriend feeding on me like a couple hungry little puppies. “You eat my ass so good, honey…mmm…that’s it, Valerie, suck my clit…ooooh…”

I imagined Vera and Cris walking in at that moment. After a few seconds of shock, they look at each other, then strip their clothes off. Cris shoves his cock down my throat, and Vera gets under me and sucks my nipples. Oh, fuck, it was too much to contemplate.

“I’m cumming! I fucking cumming, kids…right in your mouths…make me cuuummm!”

My orgasm whiplashed through me and it was all I could do to keep my cunt and ass pressed to their mouths. I wanted that feeling to go on and on, but it came to an end too soon. I flopped to my side. The kids laughed and did the same. They recovered before I did and I heard the distinctive sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. It wasn’t long after that before they were fucking.

I moved so I would watch them. They kissed and grabbed at each other. Valerie put her legs up in the air. Gary’s ass moved in churning circles – he wasn’t just pounding straight into her. I wondered how it would feel if he were doing that to me instead of her. My pussy was sloppy wet with juices and saliva. I loved how that felt as I ran my fingers between my lips and began rubbing my clit. The way they looked into each other’s eyes with such intensity…it made my heart ache. I wanted a man to look at me like that, like there was nothing he wanted more in the world at that moment than to be inside of me.

My son brought his girlfriend to climax, then slowed while he kissed her. Before the kiss ended, his hips began picking up speed. Her legs were over his shoulders, he pumped his full length in and out of her. I fixated on the sight of his latex-sheathed cock disappearing into her pussy again and again with increasing rapidity. My baby really knew how to fuck. He knew how to fuck with that cock so good.

“Oh, yeah, fuck, me, yes!” Valerie coughed the words out each time Gary’s cock slammed home. “Give it, to, me! Right, there! Yes! Fuck, yes!” Her eyes rolled back and she moaned her way through another orgasm. Gary grimaced and seconds later he was cumming, too. Watching their overlapping orgasms was enough to send me over the top. Just as my son began to quiet, I started humping hard against my fingers and came all on my own.

I lay back and closed my eyes, floating peacefully in the afterglow of my depravity. Minutes later Valerie climbed on top of me. Her heavy breasts caressed me from my bare hip to my own chest. I detected the strong scent of Gary’s semen. The ring of a condom tickled my lips and I opened up reflexively. Seconds later my son’s warm spend was dribbling into my mouth. I swallowed and opened up for more.

I had been disgusted with myself for stealing his used condoms and eating my boy’s cum out of them alone in my room. I should have been disgusted with myself for doing it now. But having others taking part in this deplorable ritual with me made it seem almost acceptable. An act of love and devotion. A big glob of sperm and semen rushed across my tongue to the back of my throat. I caught it in time, and swirled it around. Valerie’s lips came to mine. I rolled her over onto her back. As we kissed, the cum flowed from my mouth to hers. She swallowed some, then pushed me onto my back and returned the favor. Twice more, and the cum was gone, the majority of it ending up in my belly. Gary joined us then, and a sensuous three-way make out session went on for a dangerously long time.

“Your mom could be home any time now,” I warned, my voice sounding husky with its coating of jism.

There were some parting kisses and gropes before we began gathering our clothes and getting rid of the evidence of our crimes. Valerie and I ended up in the bathroom together.

“Do you know your brother’s password for his phone?” I asked.

“Of course,” she answered around her toothbrush. “Twelve twenty-three, his birthday.”

“Can you do me a favor? Can you get a hold of his phone and bring it to my room after everyone’s asleep.”

“Sure, why?”

“I just want to check something.”

She spit and rinsed. “It’ll cost you.” She pressed her still naked body against mine. “I want you to do that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you lick my asshole. I really like that.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

She was still giggling as she kissed me. It was my turn to brush my teeth and hopefully hide my cum breath before Vera returned. Valerie sat on the toilet, knees together. I couldn’t help glancing over when the tinkling sound began. She noticed me looking.

“Gary likes to watch me pee. Sometimes he even jerks off while he’s watching.” She opened her legs allowing me to see the sparkling golden stream issuing from her. “Do you let him see you when you piss?”

“Sometimes. But he never jerked off to it.”

“I thought it was gross at first, but now it kind of turns me on.” She reached down and parted her shaved lips. I could see the tiny gush emerging from the opening of her urethra.

“It was the same for me.” I was practically hypnotized by the display I was witnessing. “He likes peeing in front of me.”

Valerie nodded. “I sometimes wonder if he wants me to piss on him. Y’know, like, pee on his cock while he jerks it or something.”

“I’ve had that feeling, too.” The stream weakened to a trickled then stopped. She flexed and more squirted out. There was no way a normal person would find that as sexy as I did.

“Maybe you could suggest it one of these days.”

“I don’t know. That would be pretty weird.”

“It might be less weird if we do it together. I think it could be fun.” She wiped, flushed, then stood. “Do you need to go?”

I didn’t really “need” to go, but I didn’t want to pass up this chance. I sat on the toilet with my legs open. Several quiet seconds passed before a dribble came, then turned into a steady flow. Valerie stared between my legs with rapt fascination. I pulled my hairy lips apart and gave her the same view that she had given me. She actually squatted down for a better look.

“God, Mrs. Harden, your clit is still sticking out.”

“Like you said, this is a turn on for me, too. But I don’t know why.”

“I looks so sexy.” Her expression of perverse wonder turned to disappointment when I finished much quicker than she had.

“Sorry. Guess I didn’t have to go that bad.” I touched myself, teasing my finger over my dripping piss hole.

“Maybe don’t say anything about this to Gary yet.”

“No? Why not?”

“I just thought of something.” She gave me a one-shouldered shrug as I gathered some tissue and wiped. “I’ll tell you later.” Valerie turned and headed for her room to get dressed.

I flushed and wondered what all that was about. Very strange. Although, when you think about it, everything in my life lately could be describe in those terms One way or the other, I knew I would eventually find out what that little vixen had in mind.

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A couple nights later, Valerie delivered her brother’s phone to me. She then promptly stripped down and straddled Gary’s face, keeping her moans to whimpers so she wouldn’t wake her family.

I tapped in the passcode, navigated to his photo gallery, swiped through a few pictures and then hit the jackpot.

“What are you looking for, Mrs. Harden? Hoping my brother has some pictures of his dick on there.”

“I’d rather see that in person.” I tried not to get distracted by the way her body was undulating as my son’s head moved suggestively between her thighs. “No, I took some naked selfies, and I’ve been ‘forgetting’ my phone here and there.” I held up Cris’ phone for her to see. “He took the bait.”

“Ha, he took pictures of your pictures.” She grabbed both her tits and squeezed hard. “My brother is such a sneaky pervert.”

“Thank God for that.” I swiped through and saw that he’d captured them all. He’d even zoomed in a few of my pics before snapping a copy. One of them had my spread pussy filling the screen, but another was zoomed in on my face. Oh, how sweet. “I think this is enough evidence to prove he’s interested.”

Valerie was humping Gary’s face faster, her pert rump jiggling with each thrust. “He totally wants to fuck you.” She pulled her nipples and threw her head back.

I continued swiping. Nothing interesting until I came to a blurry sideways image of me. There was a ‘play’ icon in the center of it. I tapped it. The video was of me sleeping on the sofa. The view quickly closed in on the little bit of cleavage that was showing from my V-neck shirt. The shaky image then moved downward to my crotch. There wasn’t much to see beyond a hint of my mound where my sweats were pulled tight. The view pulled back to a full body shot and began shaking even more. There was a fast shift down that explained the unstable camera work. Chris was jerking his cock as he recorded the video!

What a naughty boy. He then zeroed in on one of my boobs. There was a slight bump in the fabric caused by my nipple. The camera moved to my lips, then back to his cock. The angle shifted so that you could see his dick and my face at the same time. Moments later white gobs of jizz began pouring out onto the carpet below. The same carpet I had been naked on with his sister just days earlier. The recording stopped abruptly as soon as the last drop fell.

Valerie was crouched over, riding out a silent orgasm, her hand gripping a fistful of Gary’s hair and holding his face tight to her cunt. I pulled down my soaked panties as she shivered through the after effects.

“Valerie,” I said, spreading my legs wide, “come suck me like that.”

She was happy to fulfill my request.

“Gary get that cock into your girlfriend’s tight little cunny.” He slipped on a condom, got behind her, and began doing her doggy style as Valerie went to work on my pussy.

I replayed the video, eagerly anticipating the part where I could see a quick flash of his cock. Why couldn’t I have woken up while he was doing that? God, that would have been so hot. It ended and I hit play again. Was he resisting cumming right on me? Did he want to wipe his cockhead across my lips? How many times had he jerked off to this video? I pictured him in a bathroom stall at school beating off like crazy as he watched it just like I was at that moment.

“Oh, yeah, Valerie, don’t stop! I want your brother’s cock. I want to fuck him.” The more I talked the harder she sucked my clit. Gary just smiled and kept fucking. “I want to suck his cock and swallow his cum. I want your brother’s dick in me, Valerie. I want his cum!”

Gary put his finger across his lips, warning me that I was getting too loud. I grabbed a pillow and bit down as my son’s girlfriend brought me off with her mouth while I watched her brother spew his load only inches from my face without me knowing. It was all too good.

I extricated myself from the threesome and moved to one side of the mattress.

“You owe me an ass licking,” Valerie reminded me.

The two of them continued going at it. I watched them in the dim light, a contented smile on my face, as my eyes grew heavy. Valerie was on her back, then on top, then sideways. I was rocked asleep by the motion of their youthful lovemaking as I thought happy thoughts about what lay ahead for us all.

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It was Wednesday night. Vera was off to her bible study meeting at a church down the street two blocks away. Gary and Valerie announced that they were going to get something to eat, both of them giving me the thumbs up on their way out. This just left me and a somewhat uncomfortable Cris alone in the apartment.

I was relaxing on the sofa with a book. The TV was off, and the quiet was palpable. I was wearing a light sundress that I’d changed into after Vera left. My braless tits were barely contained in the loose-fitting bodice. Underneath the flimsy skirts, my panty-less pussy ached with anticipation.

After some awkward puttering about, Cris cleared his throat. “I’m probably going to go shoot some hoops or something.”

“Aw, really?” I pouted. “And leave me here all by myself.”

“Sorry,” he said, clearly not knowing what he should do.

“Well, it is a nice night,” I conceded wistfully. “It would be a shame to waste it.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” He bobbed his head toward his room and went to change.

I gave him a little time, then went to his door and knocked.

“Hold on,” he said.

I pushed the door open and peeked in just in time to see him pull up his shorts over his jock strapped butt. So cute! He hadn’t put on a shirt yet. His abs were a wonder to behold.

“As long as I have you alone, do you mind if I ask a personal question?”

“Um, I guess not.” He fetched his basketball from next to his air mattress.

“This is going to sound weird, but are you circumcised?”

“Am I…huh?”

“Circumcised. You know, your penis? Do you still have your foreskin?”

“Um…” He shuffled his feet, unable to look at me.

“The only reason I ask is that I had Gary circumcised when he was a baby, and now I’m feeling guilty about it. I read an article the other day that says it can reduce sensitivity.” I let my gaze glide down his body and settle on his crotch for a few lingering moments, before looking once more into his eyes. “Sensitivity in the penis, that is. So that’s why I was wondering if you had your foreskin still.”

“Okay…yeah, I…I do.” He swallowed and moved his basketball to hide the front area of his shorts. It wasn’t hard to guess what was happening down there.

“Because I wanted to know if that was really true. Is your penis more sensitive? At least when it comes to sexual pleasure, that is.” I bit my lower lip provocatively as I waited for his answer.

He cleared his throat again. I found the controlled panic in his eyes very arousing. “I can’t really say, really. I’ve always just been the way I am.”

“Ah, you’re right. How stupid of me. You don’t have anything to compare it to.” I moved into the room, then bent down to pick up one of his stray socks. I sniffed it before tossing it towards the hamper that he shared with his mother and sister. I was quite sure he had a good angle to see down my dress when I did that, maybe enough to catch a glimpse of nipple. “I just worry that my son’s sex life might not be as good as it could have been if I had just left his penis alone.” I tried to emphasis the word penis each time I said it.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Probably not. I’m sure it’s fine. Lots of guys are like that.” He was babbling nervously.

“But not you. Your penis is natural. The way God intended it.” I could sense my nipples stiffening as I spoke. In a matter of seconds they would be very obvious to him if he cared to look. “Actually, I’ve never seen an uncircumcised penis. Can you believe that? I mean, I’ve seen quite a lot of penises, trust me, but never one that still had the foreskin. I’ve always been curious.”

“You have?” He swallowed again.

“I’m a very curious person, Cris.” I gave him my best sultry look. “Very curious.”

“That’s…good.”

“I’d love to see one someday.” I playfully hit the underside of his basketball, popping it up out of his hands.

I caught the ball before he could react. I looked for a telltale bulge, but didn’t see one before he moved his hands to cover up.

“I…should probably get going,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

“Aren’t those things uncomfortable?”

“What things?”

“Jock straps.”

“Oh…not really…they’re just…fine or whatever.”

“What about if you get an erection?” I made a show of looking down at that area. “What happens if your penis gets hard while you’re wearing one? It must be uncomfortable. Especially if you have a big uncircumcised penis like you do.”

“Big?”

“I just assumed.” I dropped the ball on his mother’s bed and took one of his hands. “You’ve got such nice large hands…thick, long fingers. And, what are you? Size twelve shoe?”

“Thirteen,” he said, voice trembling.

“Thirteen, wow.” I twined my fingers with his. “Usually that’s how you can tell a man has a big cock.” I kissed the tip of one of his fingers. “Do you, Cris? Do you have a big, uncircumcised cock?”

“I…I can’t really say. Maybe…I guess.”

I could barely hear him speak. He could hardly comprehend what was happening here, much less figure out what to do about it. It made me realize how far Gary had come in the past months. He was as naïve and unsure as Cris not very long ago, but had since become a much more confident lover than any boy his age. I enjoyed the way my son could take control and pleasure me with such sureness, but it was also a thrill to have this darling boy at my mercy – horny, uncertain, and rather clueless.

“Maybe I can help you with that.” I cupped my hand over the full pouch of his jockstrap. “If you’d like to show it to me, I can tell you how it compares with all the other cocks I’ve come across. Plus, I’d finally get to see my first uncircumcised penis. We’d both be able to learn something tonight. All you’d have to do is pull down your shorts and show me your cock.” I squeezed his package gently. “Would you like to do that, Cris?”

Without hesitation he nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Y…Yes, Mrs. Harden.” I didn’t bother telling him to call me Joanne; hearing the kids call me Mrs. Harden was becoming quite the turn-on for me. He swallowed and apprehensively looked past me toward the door. “But please don’t say anything about this to my mom.”

“You don’t think she’d understand?”

“She’d kill me if she found out.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I tugged his shorts down, leaving him in just his jock strap. “Your mother might be more understanding than you know.”

He didn’t look like he was willing to agree with that. Not to worry, we had other things to attend to at that particular moment.

“Now, do you want to pull your big cock out for me, or should I do it?”

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This one is for Larry P. – winner of the caption contest! Enjoy…

It started a while ago with my sister. I heard some moaning coming from her room one night. I knew she was in there alone, so she must have been masturbating. That’s when she stopped being a sister and became a sexy girl to me. After that, I began lusting after her. I made sex jokes here and there, and tried to flirt with her, but she wasn’t having any of it. I had pretty much given up by the time we all went on a family vacation to Vegas. When Mom took off her cover-up down at the pool, I suddenly realized that she was an older version of my sister with bigger boobs. I resorted to the old trick of asking if she wanted me to put the sun lotion on her back, and she let me. Then I tried my jokes and flirts on her, and she seemed to like it. Apparently Dad hadn’t been paying much attention to her lately, which I thought was crazy. One day toward the end of the trip, we both went up to the hotel to change. She left the door between our adjoining rooms open. With the way the mirrors were placed, I could see her naked as she stripped out of her bathing suit. My dick got hard instantly. I kept getting undressed anyway, hoping that she could see me, too. Next thing I knew, she was leaning into my room wearing nothing but a pair of panties. “I can’t find my curling iron,” she said. “Did your sister take it?” I pulled up my boxers and looked in the bathroom. “Yeah, here it is.” Mom took it from me and looked down at the tent in my shorts. “What’s that all about?” she asked with a sexy smile. I was going to make an excuse, but my mom’s naked tits were right there in front of me. “I…I saw you changing, and…” She hooked her finger into the waistband of my underwear and slowly pulled them down until my hard-on jumped out. “Your cock got this hard just from seeing your own mother naked?” I nodded, not sure if I should be feeling more guilty or more excited. “What a nice compliment.” She kissed me on the cheek. “But you can’t go out like that. We’ll have to do something about it.” She grabbed my cock and led me to my bed. Mom had me lie down on my back, then she straddled my thighs. I couldn’t take my eyes off her gorgeous tits as they wiggled and wobbled whenever she moved. “Just remember,” she said with a wink, “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” The handjob she then gave me was not only my first, but also the best I’ll probably ever get in my life.

By the time we got home from that trip, I was totally in love with my mom – but not in the way you’re supposed to love your mother. I wanted to tell someone, or at least talk about it to see if other guys had these kinds of feelings. About a week later, Mike made a suggestive comment on our group chat about Andy’s mom (who was a confirmed MILF even though she wasn’t as hot as my mom). After a couple other comments, I chimed in with, “I bet Andy would do his mom if she let him.” I was bummed out when everyone dinged me for going too far and they all thought the idea of fucking your own mom was pretty much the sickest thing possible. Andy threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t take it back. After that, I tried to stop thinking about my mother in “that” way, but it was close to impossible. Especially when she came to my room a few nights later wearing nothing but a totally see through nightie. Her nipples were totally visible, as was her small patch of trimmed pussy hair. “I know I said it was supposed to stay in Vegas, but I can’t stop thinking about how I helped you out that afternoon.” She came closer and I could smell her flowery scent. My cock rose quickly. “I was wondering if you’d let me help you again like that?” I pulled my boxers down and let her see my boner. She smiled and pushed me back onto the bed and began jerking me. This time she sucked it a couple times, let me feel her ass, and grinded herself on my thigh, leaving an awesome wet spot. I don’t know what else might have happened if my stupid sister hadn’t come home right then and spoiled everything.

I spent the next week half in a daze, wondering if anything like that was ever going to happen again. Then one day I got home from school and mom called downstairs. “Is that you, Scott?” When I yelled up that it was me, she told me to come upstairs because she had something for me. I dropped my backpack and hurried up. I went to her room and found her there naked, sort of posed at the edge of her bed giving me the sexiest smile imaginable. “Your sister is at cheer practice for another hour, and I haven’t gotten laid since we got back from vacation. I was wondering if you’d be willing to fill in for your father?” She climbed up onto the bed and opened her legs. There was no question about it, my mom was inviting me to fuck her!
I thought about what all the guys had said about it being disgusting to even think about having sex with your own mother. They all had pretty fuckable moms, especially Andy, so was I a total freak for wanting this? Was there something mentally wrong with me? What if everyone else was normal and I was some kind of psycho for getting a huge hard-on for the woman who gave birth to me? She noticed my hesitation and then spread her pussy lips open, showing off all the soft pinkness she had to offer. “Don’t you want to fuck Mommy’s lonely cunt?” When I heard that, a spring went twang! in my brain, snapping under the tension. I was naked in a flash. I clumsily slipped my cock into my mother’s warm, wet, slippery pussy hole and instantly began to cum. She laughed and wrapped her legs around me. “Fuck me, baby,” she squealed with delight. “Fuck Mommy as hard as you can.” I did the best I could for being the virgin that I was up until a few moments earlier. I guess I did alright because she had two or three orgasms before we had to stop so we wouldn’t get caught. Ever since then, we’ve been doing it three times a week on the days my sister has cheer practice. Mom taught me how to eat pussy the right way, and we’ve fucked in just about every position we could think of. She even sucks my dick and swallows!

Everyone acts like fucking your own mom is gross, but if your mom looked like mine, you’d do it too!

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I’ve done my best as DMM to stay away from politics, but Trump’s recent “scandal” has brought things into my wheelhouse. Just so you know, I really don’t care who wins. I live in Massachusetts, which means my Electoral College votes will be going to Secretary Clinton regardless of how I vote (we need a system that wasn’t designed for 18th century America!), so the course of the presidential campaign is nothing more than an amusing aside for me. More important is the Mass ballot question legalizing marijuana! As far as the race for president goes, if Clinton wins, congress will block anything she wants to do and we’ll drift along with business as usual; if Trump wins, congress will block anything he wants to do and with any luck he’ll break the government to a degree that we’ll finally have to seriously consider fixing it. Basically, as I see it, we’ve got a big fat lose-lose situation on our hands. Sigh…

Regardless of all that, we’re currently being inundated by some lewd comments The Donald made a decade ago. As a woman, I’m not the least bit bothered by anything he said. Maybe I’ve been inured to such things by my secret life as a smut peddler, but I suspect if this cropped up 4 years ago (before I got so involved in porn) I would have just shrugged and chalked it up to boys being boys. Given that, what is really bothering about this scandal is the overblown media reaction to it.

Never have I seen so much appalled pearl-clutching over something so innocuously juvenile. Of course, much of this shocked approbation is motivated by political expediency and/or a drive for ratings. If I had only seen the reaction, I would have assumed a video surfaced of Trump raping a gay puppy while Ivanka pissed in his mouth and Melania butt-fucked him with a rolled up copy of the Constitution. From where I’m sitting, Donald was talking about trying to score with a married woman and saying that when you’re famous women will pretty much let you do whatever you want – such as walking up and grabbing them by the pussy. Nothing there that I find the least bit shocking or untrue.

Paul Ryan was “sickened” by the comments. Jeb Bush found them “reprehensible.” Hillary Clinton declared what he said as “horrific.” Seriously? Lewd, vulgar, crude – sure, but horrific? Puh-lease. I’m even more disturbed by the media equating his words to sexual assault. This does nothing but devalue the atrocious nature of actual sexual assault and trivializes its victims. “Locker room” talk feels like an apt description of what I heard. Put a hot mic on any two guys and within an hour and I suspect you’ll hear something just as bad or worse. Imagine if ten years ago you recorded some casual private banter between Donald Trump and Bill Clinton. What a wild dick measuring exchange that would be!

It’s not just that these reactions are ridiculously inflated, but on a personal level it makes me keenly aware of what kind of criticism I would face if my secret identity were ever discovered by friends and family. It’s easy to forget how squeamish people are about sex while inside this perverted bubble we’ve created for ourselves. If the world is so horrified by Trump’s candid comments, we’d all be burned at the stake if folks heard the kinds of things we talk about. Instead of scaring me away from all this, it instead makes me all the more grateful for this sickening, reprehensible, horrific refuge we share with one another.

The main lesson here, however, is that I’ll never be able to run for president! Thank God!

U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

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So, what’s on My Dirty Little Mind Today? Sex, obviously. But, more specifically, I have a few things I’m thinking about adding to the blog that I want to get your opinions on, as well as a couple odd items that aren’t enough for a post of their own.

I watched an episode of That Awkward Game Show on Spike TV the other night. If there’s a show that’s more ready-made to be the opening set-up for an incest story, I can’t name it! This game pairs a parent and one of their twenty-something kids, then has them reveal embarrassing or intimate details that the other doesn’t know about. Many of these secrets have to do with S-E-X. One mom learns about how her daughter watches porn then reenacts her favorite scenes with her boyfriend. In turn, her daughter finds out that her mother has a secret boom-boom room complete with a sex swing. I can’t wait to watch more episodes and see what happens when there’s a mother and son pairing!

One of the perks of this blog is occasionally receiving a naughty picture of a reader’s cock or some lovely lady bits. While not necessary, I adore these very personal tokens of appreciation. I’m also very aware that it’s a turn on for the sender to know that I’ve seen their privates. It was suggested that perhaps I could create a page on my blog where I could post the naked goodies those interested in sharing their junk (or that of a loved one) with fellow readers. Let me know if this is something you’d be interested in seeing and/or contributing to.

Another small addition to the blog that I’ve decided to include is a new sextion of the Links page for erotic music videos. Along with celebrity sex tapes, X-rated music videos are something I often find myself seeking out. I’m not a big fan of the music videos that are just porn compilations put to music, nor do I like most of the ones where it’s an official music video with porn scenes spliced in (although there are a couple good ones that I’ve seen). What especially I like are the “official” music videos that feature nudity – the more explicit the better. Most of these are foreign, but I don’t care – hot is hot in any language. I’ve added the new category along with a few selections to get things started. I’ll try to update it with a couple more of my favorites each week.

As long as we’re on the topic of music, another brand of video that like but have a hard time finding is choreographed dance videos featuring very naked people (preferably more than one). One that I enjoy very much is a loosely coordinated dance from a couple of lithe little hotties, Julietta and Magdalena, that was put out by Hegre Arts. Another one that I find myself being drawn back to again and again is an odd Japanese offering. It’s annoyingly censored with pixelation, and I suppose it’s not really a dance video, but there’s something about it that makes me so happy every time I see it.

Finally, on my custom story venture – I’m currently putting together a page with all the information about hiring me to write a story to your kinky specifications. If all goes according to plan, I’ll have it ready to go sometime next week. At this point, I don’t really know what to expect. With there only being one of me, and with the limited time I’m able to devote to this new endeavor, I worry that I’m going to get flooded with requests at the outset and not be able to deliver quickly enough. Then again, I could just be overestimating the demand for my dirty words and will be able to easily handle the trickle of orders that do come in. To help me get an idea of which scenario is more likely, I’d love to hear from anyone who is considering availing themselves of my mercenary writing services. To give you a general idea, my rates for folks here at my blog will mainly fall in the $5 to $10 per page range, depending on what the content is and who will hold what kind of rights to the finished story. There is a 3 page minimum and at this time I can only accept payment through PayPal (but I’m looking into more anonymous payment options). The $5.00 per page end of the range is for stories that I will be able to publish, which means characters that are 18+ and no extreme elements (rape, death, animals, etc.). The $10.00 per page price point is for stories that I wouldn’t be able publish, either due to content or because the client wants to keep the story private. Anyway, just drop me a line at DirtyMindedMinx@mail.com and let me know if you’re considering giving me a try (no obligations).

Hugz!

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I was organizing my cloud the other day and went through my images folder. Whenever I come across a picture while I’m tooling around on the web that grabs my attention, I snag it and throw it in my images folder with the intention of using it on my blog, matching it up with a story, or putting a caption on it. As I reviewed the pictures I’d collected, I found that I had a lot of close up shots of pussies similar to the one you see to the left. I hadn’t realized I’d accumulated so many!

Just to reiterate, I’ve never had a lesbian encounter – haven’t even come close. The nearest I’ve been was having sex in the back of a limo on prom night with my boyfriend while my best friend did the same with her date in the opposite corner. There was some eye contact between me and my friend while it was happening, but absolutely no chance of anything physical between us. Like most (maybe all?) women, I’ve always found myself attracted to other females. This attraction, however, was never consciously sexual.

I did have those few years as a teen of masturbating to my father’s hidden stash of porn magazines. There weren’t any men in those photo spreads, so I was getting myself off solely to images of naked women. Back then, it was more about seeing another person naked than it was about looking at women. It also had as much to do with envisioning my father stroking his cock while he looked at the same pictures I was. It somehow connected us across the time-space masturbation continuum.

It wasn’t until I started getting into online porn that my attraction to naked ladies moved toward the lust end of the spectrum. Originally I sought out porn that featured women fucking nice looking men (or manly men jerking off). At some point I found myself watching lesbian and solo female videos as well (especially homemade amateur stuff). I became intrigued by the sexuality of other women and began wondering what it would be like to experience that kind of sex. Women became a much more “active” part of my masturbation fantasies. During my pre-porn era, women in my fantasies were usually observers. Post-porn, they became participants.

So here I sit with a big pile of zoomed-in, quasi-disembodied pussy pics. Why are these the images that grab my attention? The easy part of the answer is that I find pussies to be irresistibly beautiful in their variety and form. I don’t want to ramble off on an esoteric vagina monologue, but every naked pussy I see has its own special allure. I love looking at cocks, trust me guys, but it’s not quite the same. Yes, there are all kinds of dicks and each is unique in its own way as well, but there’s an intimate mystery to a woman’s vagina that makes it different. Which is the other part of why I’m so drawn to them.

A big part of the difference (at least for me), is that men are almost expected to brandish their penis. It’s something to be proud of, to thrust out into the world ahead of you, an instrument of power, something you want to show off. Women, on the other hand, are supposed to protect their private parts, shield them from the prying eyes of the outside world, and in many cases be ashamed or embarrassed by their sex parts. This adds that extra primal thrill when a woman puts her most private areas on public display. I can’t imagine being brave enough to do that, so I have a great admiration for the women who do. It turns me on to know that these lovely ladies are voluntarily exposing themselves and allowing me to get an incredibly intimate, up close look at their pussies – regardless of whether they’re doing it for money or pleasure.

Bottom line…I love seeing cunts. This is something I wouldn’t have admitted to a few years back, but I can state this with unequivocal certainty now. I no longer shy away from the idea of being sexually aroused by women. I don’t expect it to ever happen, but I also have come to believe that I’d be open to messing around with another woman. Before you start flooding me with encouragement to go out and start banging every lady I can get my hands on, or adding another chick to the mix with my dear hubby, it’s not something I’m going to pursue any time soon. Maybe one day down the road, but not now.

In the meantime, I’ll just have to keep collecting the pussies that grab me and masturbate my own while enjoying them in all their delectable glory.

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I hear from a lot of people who want to write dirty stories but don’t think that they can. This is just plain silly. Anyone can write erotic stories – ANYONE! It’s been said that if you can talk, you can write. That’s never been more true than when it comes to writing hot porno stories.

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a How-To manual for would be horny writers for a while now, but it’s something that could end up being a big project and so I’ve put it off. Well, it finally hit me that I don’t have to sit down and do it all in one shot. I remembered that I have this blog thingie and I can simply write it as a series of posts. Duh.

I don’t want to get too technical or fancy about it, but my plan is to offer a collection of quick tips and tricks to help people understand some of the fundamentals of writing in general and the elements you need to consider when you’re writing about naked people doing filthy things with their genitals.

There’s no set plan for this endeavor, so who knows how it will play out. I’m just going to jump in and see where it takes us. I’ve gotten a great deal of pleasure from writing, and, if I can help other people get the same thrill out of it that I have, I’ll be very happy.

Here goes…

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SLIPPERY TIP #1: Write about what turns you on.

When you’re starting out this is critical. Attempting to write a story based on what’s popular, or what you think will turn other people on, is a recipe for disaster. I was obsessed with studying writing when I was in college, and for years after. I read every book about writing that I could get my hands on. I was full of theory, but when I sat down to write, I worried too much about what my readers wanted and ended up not having anything worthwhile to say. It wasn’t until I started writing porn for my own pleasure that I was able to become completely immersed in the process and finish a story that I was willing to share with the world. The only reason I was able to get there is because I was writing about something that I cared about and that turned me on (and I mean really turned me on!).

If it makes you horny, it will make other people horny. That I can guarantee. If you force yourself to write about something that you’re not into, it will show – especially when you’re just starting out. If your goal is to get people hard and/or wet with your words, don’t waste time chasing after what you think people want. You know your own kinks better than anyone, so write about those. Do what you love, and the orgasms will naturally follow. (I think that’s how the saying goes, right?)

A question I get from wannabe authors is: What should I write about? You already have the answer. Think about what story categories you’re drawn to, or what porn videos do you most often turn to. If you find yourself standing naked out in the middle of a field, what are you going to fantasize about while you masturbates (because if you’re out in a field by yourself naked, you’re obviously going to masturbate!). Once you figure out what turns you on the most, you’re ready to take the next step.

Slippery Tip #2 cumming soon-ish…

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I often get asked for advice on matters of family sex. One question I get a lot is, “I think my mom is sexy, how can I seduce her?” The short answer is: I have no fucking clue! All my incest experiences are fantasy, so I can only guess at what one should do in a real world situation. When I do respond to these types of requests, it’s usually a message reminding the reader that real life rarely plays out as easily as it does in porn, and that there are real risks with real consequences to making a sexual advance on a family. It’s probably best to reconsider, and if the decision is to move ahead do it with extreme caution.

I know, not very sexy, but unless told otherwise I have to assume the person looking for advice is sincere, so I don’t want to encourage them with fantasy porn advice that will potentially ruin their relationship with their family or worse.

With all that in mind, I received a request for advice the other day that deserves some consideration that I believe we, as a body of responsible pervs, can weigh in on and provide some useful insights about.

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Dear Rachael,

I had an experience this past weekend that I would like to relate to you, and possibly to your readers, to get some feedback.

It was an unseasonable warm day when I visited my nephew and his family who I hadn’t seen in about 5 years. His wife is a runner and biker and I have always found her very sexy with beautiful legs, a tight ass, and small perky tits. They have 3 kids, the oldest a 16-year-old boy and the youngest an 8-year-old girl. They are an extremely – I repeat extremely! – religious family. Having been raised Catholic myself, I can only surmise the dilemma of the 16-year-old boy who undoubtedly has been taught that jacking off or merely thinking about naked girls much less seeing them is a sin.

I noticed him watching his mother every time she walked by in her yoga pants and t-shirt. He seemed to fixate on her ass. It was subtle, but he was obviously interested. I then noticed when his little sister insisted on showing us her ballet and tap recital in her little outfits that he had developed quite a bulge in his soccer pants.

He is a great kid, and I really wanted to take him aside and let him know it was natural for someone his age to be sexually excited by seeing his mom and sister. I wanted to assure him that it was alright to jack off to them. But, of course, I didn’t. I know he must be totally confused about what he’s feeling, and, knowing his environment, he has no one to confide in. If you had been in my shoes would you or your readers have said anything? I would appreciate anyone’s comments. It’s never too late to speak up. Thanks

- Grandpa4fun

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I love my porn to include dirty talk. The odd thing is that it turns me on to hear women talking dirty, but not so much men. The guys often come across as creepy, but it seems like a female can say just about anything and it sounds hot. The problem is, it’s hard to find women who can do it well. I’ve got a little video round-up for you that includes a few examples of what I consider doing it “right.”

 
I Wanna Fuckin’ Fuck You!
This one is pretty tame in terms of visuals (I was dying for her to pull her tits out!), but it’s still one of my favorites. The appeal for me is that she’s not a paid cam girl. She’s really getting off and talking nasty not only to turn her boyfriend/husband on, but also herself. This is pretty close to how I talk when I’m masturbating alone. I love talking out loud and saying the dirtiest words I can think of as loud as I can get away with when I have the house to myself.

 
Fuck Me Like a Whore!
Such a pretty young thing, and those tits! I’d love to have a set like that for just one day to see what it’s like. Focus, Rachael, focus. Okay, so this one does it for me partly for the visuals, and partly for the way she’s saying her nasty stuff. Again, love those tits, and I also like how she’s masturbating up on her knees. We don’t get to see much pussy as a result, but there are some nice sounds coming from down there. Then there’s the plaintive lilt in her voice. She might be getting paid, but she makes me believe she really wants the things she’s begging for.

 
You Like My Pretty Little Cunt?
The wild girl for hire in this video is really putting on an act, but she does it with such intensity and enthusiasm that she’s the one I always go to first when I’m in the mood for some hardcore dirty talk. It’s awesome how she pounds her pussy with that dildo, and just goes crazy on herself. And the desperately energetic talk totally ramps up the trill-o-meter for me.

 
 
Fuck My Ass, Daddy!
Abuse and humiliation don’t usually do it for me, but this girl does it in a way that turns me on. Aside from her tight little body that she’s defiled with insults, I love how she goes at her pussy with that hair brush. Hearing her plead for Daddy to fuck her and make her cum really hits the spot. Then, when she adds in that Daddy can invite his friends to do things to her, well that just seals the deal. Maybe I should make a video like this for my dad and send it to him on Father’s Day.

 
Mommy Wants to Fuck Your Face Off!
No dirty talk round-up would be complete without at least one foul-mouthed mommy (I should probably do one exclusively dedicated to dirty talkin’ mamas). I’m sure many of you are familiar with the twisted MILF in this video. I can talk the talk when it comes to perversion, but this lady truly walks the walk. Her liberal use of the magic word ‘cunt,’ combined with the close up POV of her pussy make this video a winner that’s worth going back to again and again.

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My husband rented the movie Dave and Mike Need Wedding Dates this past weekend. Not what I would have picked, but he’s watched enough of my sappy selections without complaining that there wasn’t much I could do about it. It was pretty much about as dumb as I expected, but there were a few glimmers of twisted goodness that made it not a complete waste of time.

First, there was Aubrey Plaza. She’s got an oddball kind of hotness that appeals to me. The fact that I’ve seen her pretend to masturbate in The To Do List and really masturbating in her Fappening video, moves her to the top of my hotties list. We supposedly see her butt at the end of the movie, but I’m 99.9% sure it’s a body double (still, it a convincingly nice butt). But what really got me was the mild incest stuff.

In one scene Dave and Mike’s younger sister is tripping on Ecstasy, along with other unknown substances, and she ends up totally naked. When one of her brothers (don’t remember which) finds her, there’s what’s supposed to be the awkward situation of him seeing his baby sister nude and horny. Good wholesome family fun!

In another spot, one of the brothers walks in on their lesbian cousin getting finger blasted by Aubrey. One: lesbian finger fucking scene = hotness! Two: Ensuing fight involving female cousin’s naked boobage being mashed into male cousin’s face = super hot!

My favorite scene, however, was when the brother barges into his little sister’s massage room and catches her receiving a bizarre happy ending. Instead of closing the door immediately, for comedic effect he has to stay and witness his sis having a screaming orgasm. Nice!

All of these scenes were simply gags played for the shock value of combining sex and family, but there were no ongoing incestuous relationships (as in Blades of Glory). I’ve often wondered lately in the wake of the recent acceptance of homosexuality, and the even quicker embrace of transgenderism (yeah, I’m almost certain that’s got to be a very un-PC way to phrase it), if consensual incest will be the next great sexual taboo to fall.

I assumed if this were ever to happen that it would be a long way off. Now I’m not so sure. With incest-related porn search terms topping lists around the country, along with incest erotica being the most popular category at most adult story sites, there’s obviously a broad appetite for it despite what people say in public. Add this to incest appearing more and more in mainstream media (I’m looking at you Cersei), and it sure seems like we’re on the path toward normalization.

Of course, it’s also entirely likely that the riots and civil war that today’s election will spark may set us back several decades on this and all other social advances that we’ve seen recently!

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On a less titillating note, my hubby sprang a surprise “vacation” on me. No, it’s not the fun kind where just the two of us wing our way down to some tropical island and fuck like rabid teenagers for days on end, but rather a road trip into the icy north to visit family and visit various cold places along the way.

We’ll be leaving Wednesday and coming back Sunday (assuming society hasn’t collapsed and we’re better off joining a prepper community deep in the wilds of Maine). This means that things will be quieter than usual on the blog for those days. When I get back, I’m going to start in on Open Door 28 and try to get as many of the various contributions I have piling up posted for your enjoyment.

Be back soon!

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I absolutely love masturbating! But, it’s often more fun to when you get a little help from someone else.

This is my way of saying that as much as I love creating dirty stories for you and sharing my nasty thoughts, I can’t keep up with everyone’s insatiable appetite for new filth all on my own. As most of you know, I originally created this site as little more than a “parking spot” for my stories after Lush killed off the incest fantasy category. Since then, it has grown far beyond what I could have imagined. I’m incredibly humbled by this, while at the same time whenever I think about the evolution of my dirty little blog it makes my clitty throb. I’m quite proud of the site, but I didn’t do it alone.

First and foremost there are all the horny folks out there who have supported and encouraged me. Just visiting the site once in a while shows that you think there’s something here that’s worthwhile enough for you to stop by and check out what’s new. Then there are the wonderful people who take the time to leave comments and send me emails. It may seem like a small thing, but those types of interactions are what make the site feel a little more like a community and not just another place to plaster up more smut on the already inundated internet. But most importantly, there are those who have contributed to the content of my blog.

It started with the More Stories section. I began by wanting to give other Lush refugees a parking spot for their stories. Then I saw a need to give readers (many of whom were first-time writers) a chance to feel the thrill of sharing their erotic vision with others in a safe and supportive environment. This expanded into the Fan Fiction section, the Family Secrets project, our Kinky Captions collection, and most recently into our very intimate Reader Gallery. These generous contributions have added dimensions to my site that I never could have done on my own. It’s difficult to put into words how lucky and grateful I am every day for this.

All this is preamble to encouraging everyone to continue sharing your precious time, valuable energy, and sexual creativity with me and others. I have several items in the hopper that I still need to review, format, and get posted, but I would welcome more. I don’t have a lot to offer in return. This is a small site with a few thousand visitors at most. If you have a story and want loads of feedback, you’re much better off posting it on Literotica or one of the bigger sites. I can’t offer that kind of immediate gratification here, but I do know that readers really do appreciate the unique perspectives they find in the stories and other items posted here.

Opportunities to contribute abound here at the blog. I’ve had several requests from the guys for me to implore our wet and wild female visitors to submit pics for the Reader Gallery (I’ll take anything from modest to racy to raunchy!). If you’ve been on the fence about submitting your true personal story for Family Secrets, stop putting it off! Everyone who has submitted a story there has told me it was a huge turn on to relive their erotic family experience and know that other people were going to read about it. It’s easy and a lot of fun, and I’ll help with the technical side of the writing if you’re worried about that.

Captions are another great way to participate. But be careful, writing these one or two line micro-porn stories can become very addictive – trust me! Taking part in the polls, suggesting poll questions, making comments, and sending me hot links to include in my list are all great ways to add to our collective enjoyment. Also, if you’d like to write about a particular topic, have a sexy anecdote, or just need to rant about something I’d be happy to entertain the idea of doing a “Guest Post” for things you’d like to get off your chest (or maybe on your chest).

In the interest of full disclosure, I know that I can often be slow to get contributions posted, but I do strive to get everything anyone sends to me up on the site…eventually. Until I can hire a couple of college interns willing to work in nude, it’s just me running the show back here.

You may be sick of hearing me say it by now, but I love you all and can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve given me. Now I’m going to wrap this up before I get all teary eyed and lose my lady wood!

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I adore the word “wank.”

This British euphemism for male masturbation strikes just the right note for me. The sound of the word almost perfectly captures the impression of the act it names, much like its more recent American cousin: fap. While fapping has a fun ring to it, I still find wanking to be far superior.

Part of its appeal also has to do with how easily it can cross over to female masturbation. This might ring false to the ear of those from the British Empire, but as an uncouth Yank hearing the term being applied to a woman vigorously fingering herself feels quite fitting.

I also like how easily it rolls off the tongue in various applications. I feel like having good wank. I caught Mom wanking in the garage again. My son is a very dedicated wanker. Let’s wank together! I often find that no other word in American English is as facile as wank for this purpose. I do get a prurient thrill out of the word masturbate, but it is a bit of a mouthful along with being too clinical in many instances. Guys have a lot of good euphemisms (jerk off, jack off, beat off), but they don’t translate as readily to female self-pleasure.

I wish this slang term would be embraced by America, but it seems unlikely at this stage in the game. Maybe in time a new term will arise that ideally fits both sexes. Until then, I’m going to pull down my knickers and have myself a lovely wank!

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #2: Start small.

Writing porn is a shitload of fun! But, if you want to do it well, it can also be a lot of work. One problem I’ve seen many first time writers run into is that they’ve envisioned a sweeping erotic epic with a large cast of horny characters coupling and tripling up in an endless array of combinations, but when it comes to translating their opus into a real story they peter out a few pages into it. For your first couple of stories it’s important not to bite off more than you can chew (or, more appropriately for our purposes, don’t jerk off more than you can swallow).

When you’re starting out, think in terms of setting up a simple situation that leads to one good sex scene. Son walks in on mom masturbating with a dildo and offers to let her use his cock. Dad sneaks into daughter’s bedroom at night to jerk off on her face, but she wakes up and sucks daddy off. Sister doesn’t want to be the only virgin at school and gets her little brother to pop her cherry.

Nothing fancy, nothing too complicated, just a straight forward cause and effect situation. Keep the main action strictly between two characters. There could be a third character lurking around to add some tension, but the sex scene needs to revolve around just two people (or any combination of two humans, aliens, elves, dogs, and/or vampires). Along the same lines, don’t try to have your amorous couple perform the entire Karma Sutra. Limit yourself to one or two sex acts and focus on really bringing those to life. Mom gives son a handjob. Daughter lets dad eat her out. Brother spies on sister sucking off Bandit after winning the dressage competition. Don’t try to do too much all at once.

Shoot for 3 to 5 pages, but no more than about 7. Pages can vary depending on how much dialogue there is, so it might be helpful to think in terms of word count. Around 3,000 words is a reasonable target for your first few stories. Once you get the feel for the amount of time and effort it takes to write a simple story, you’ll be better equipped to know when to begin expanding your titillating tales to include multiple sex scenes, more characters, and deeper plots.

Start small, score a few quick successes by actually finishing some stories, then build from there.

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