I’ve waffled back and forth with the idea of starting a forum to go along with my blog for a while now. Not wanting to add monitoring for spam, abuse, and illegal content to my list of horny chores was usually the deciding factor. However, I felt that the poll results I’ve been getting warranted some discussion. As I’ve griped about before, the comment section here isn’t ideal. I finally decided to give a forum a try to provide readers with a place to exchange thoughts and reactions to poll numbers and comments.

It was very easy to set up, but it looked kind of lame with having just one discussion board for polls, so I added a few additional message boards to get things started. I kind of expect this experiment to be a flop, but if you don’t try you never know. For example, if I never tried eating cum I wouldn’t know how delicious it was!

Please check out My Dirty Little Forum. It’s not very impressive at the moment, but if enough people participate then maybe it can flourish into something we can all enjoy. I’m open to any feedback or suggestions. If you have any questions, just let me know!

Note: Several people have reported that they are being redirected to Adult Friend Finder when they click on the link to the forum. I suspect that there may be malware on those people’s computers doing this, but I can’t say for sure yet. Several people have been able to reach the forum, so I don’t think it’s a problem with the link, my host server, or the forum site. The URL of the forum is:

http://mydirtylittleforum.freeforums.xxx

If you can type this into the browser address bar and are able to get to the forum, then you should probably do a malware scan to get rid of whatever is hijacking your browser. Please let me know if anyone who is having trouble is able to find a solution.

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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’ve done some soul searching over the past 24 hours and I’ve come to some conclusions. I’ve gotten carried away with the bells and whistles here at the blog and so I’ve decided to dial things back.

One of my (many) personal failings is that I’m one of those pathetic people-pleaser types. I want to make everyone happy. Intellectually I know that’s not possible, but instinctually I’m unable to resist trying. In terms of the blog, I’ve realized that too much of a good thing is spoiling it for a lot of people.

A big part of what prompted me to get to where I am with the blog was when I started hearing from people who said they visited the site every day to see what was new. I worried about how there wasn’t something new there every day for them, and felt guilty that they would be disappointed more days than not. This motivated me to add Captions – something I could have at least one new instance of each day. On top of that I added DMM Fan Fiction, Family Secrets, Dirty Polls, and the Reader Gallery. Each time I added something I was moving away from my core mission to create incest fantasy stories for people to masturbate like crazy to.

Adding the forum was apparently the breaking point for a lot of people. I got a number of angry emails when I changed over to DirtyMindedMinx, but from the comments and emails I’ve gotten since announcing the Forum I’ve alienated a lot more folks. I also know that for every person that makes a comment or sends an email, there are a hundred more who feel the same, but just quietly walk away. My first reaction was to dismiss these concerns. “How can people be upset at me for providing MORE free content!? If they don’t like it, they don’t have to look at it!” The more I thought about it, though, the more I could see their underlying objections.

One commenter described the site as becoming too “commercialized.” Technically, I’d argue that it isn’t, but I think the intention was more about conveying the idea that my blog was transforming from the humble efforts of a horny housewife into something that more resembled a porn-for-pay type of site. I could make some arguments there as well, but I can see the broader point being made and understand what was meant by “commercialized.”

This, however, wasn’t the deciding factor for me. Along the way, I convinced myself that each little addition would only take me an extra ten minutes a day to manage, or perhaps an extra hour each week, which I could easily handle. The problem is that those minutes and hours added up. So much so that my writing really has taken a backseat to administering my growing porn circus. This isn’t good for any of us!

So, here’s my plan. I’m going to roll the blog back to what it was in the beginning. It’ll be posts, my stories, more stories, and (probably) links. My target is to start 2017 fresh in this old skool mode. Over the course of December, I’m going to continue posting any contributions I already have, but I’m not going to accept any new contributions for: Captions, Family Secrets, or the Reader Gallery. I will still take DMM Fan Fic, but in the future these will simply go into the More Stories section. I’m also going to keep posting stories from readers because I still very much want to provide a supportive platform for first time writers, and others, to share their fantasies and erotic visions.

As much fun as they were, I’m going to get rid of the weekly Dirty Polls. Maybe I’ll do one now and again as a post, but we’ll see. I’m going to take the nascent Forum off of the blog, but I’m not going to delete it from existence. I’m going to leave it out there as an independent entity and let it live or die on its own merits. If you want to go there and use it, more power to ya. If you hate the very idea of the forum down to the center of your being, then you can console yourself that it will effectively be gone forever as far as you will be able to tell.

I know a lot of you will be upset with this rejiggering of my blog, which brings us back to the “can’t please all of the people all of the time” problem. The upside is that I will be able to take all the time I’ve been putting into updating the various ancillary features and devote it to writing stories about mothers fucking sons, daughters sucking daddies, and sisters pissing on brothers…or whatever disturbingly kinky thing is turning me on at the moment…

And, nothing is written in stone. If we find that life has been rendered all but meaningless without one of the features that went away, we can always bring it back to the blog down the road if we want. Hopefully, we won’t need to go there because we’ll be so drained of semen and pussy juice with the focus back on good, wholesome incest erotica that we won’t even miss all the extraneous porn candy.

Thanks, again, to everyone who supports what I’m trying to do here at the blog. And a special thanks to the people who stepped up and let me know I was straying too far off the righteous path of perversion.

Hugz,
DirtyMindedMom

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 28
by DirtyMindedMom

I pulled Cris’s jock strap down and his mostly hard penis unfolded in front of me. His foreskin clung to his cock head, but slowly peeled back a little as he reached his full length. It wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever encountered, but he was only about a half inch shorter than Gary’s – which meant it was still a more than serviceable fuck tool. I was interested to see that it was also darker than the rest of his body, which created an enticing contrast and made his dick really stand out. I could feel my insides shaking and didn’t know if I could maintain my cool seductress act much longer.

“You have a beautiful penis, Cris.”

“Uh…thanks.”

“Does the foreskin always stay up like that?”

“No, not if you…sometimes it…like this…” He took his shaft between his thumb and forefinger and pulled back. The sheath of came down and his cockhead was completely exposed. He then pushed his fingers forward, and his sleek mushroom head was complexly engulfed.

I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never seen an uncut penis. I was legitimately intrigued by what I was witnessing. Just when I thought cocks couldn’t get any more interesting, this boy came along and taught me otherwise.

“That’s very sexy, Cris,” I said with all sincerity. “Thank you for showing me your cock. I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”

He shrugged with a bit of an awkward smile. “It’s okay, I don’t mind really.”

“I guess it would only be fair if I showed you something in return, right?”

It took a moment for that to sink in. When it did, he nodded slowly as if too stunned to believe this was really happening. His eyes went to my chest.

“My boobs? Would you like me to show you?”

Cris nodded again. “Yes…please.”

“I can’t imagine what your mother would think if she knew we were doing this.” I said this as much to remind myself what kind of risk I was taking as I was trying to get him to think about his mom while in a sexual situation. I lowered one of the thin straps of my flimsy sundress off my shoulder.

“She would kill me,” Cris said solemnly. “And maybe you, too.”

“Naw.” The other strap came down. “Your mother is more understanding than you think. She might be upset at first, but she would understand. She knows that you’re a young man with needs.” I turned my dress down, showing off the tops of my breasts but stopping short of revealing my nipples. “Your mom would understand because she has needs also…sexual needs just like you and me.”

He looked up from my breasts to see if I was serious about what I was saying.

“She knows what it’s like to be horny and to do things that might be considered bad.”

“My mom never does anything bad. She’s a saint.”

“But she’s also a woman.” I tugged my dress down, putting my tits on show for my friend’s son. “A woman who appreciates sexual pleasure just as much as anyone else.” I caressed my tits, circling my fingers around my areolas, coaxing my nipples to stiffness.

“I never thought about it before…” His words came out slowly as he fixated on my bare breasts.

“I’m a mother and I get horny. I think about sex, and get turned on when I see a handsome young man that I want. I will think about him sometimes and touch myself. I imagine what his cock looks like and I masturbate.” I pressed my hand between my legs to emphasis my point. “And your mother does the same thing. We’ve talked about it. Your mom is a good woman who wants sex. But she’s no saint.” I pushed one of my tits up and licked my nipple. “She needs it just like you do, Cris. It’s important that you understand that.”

“Okay…yeah, I guess…”

I let him watch me lick my other nipple. “There’s no way you’re going to play basketball with that big hard-on of yours. Would you like me to give you a little privacy so you can jerk off?”

“Jerk off?”

The poor boy was in a daze. “Or would you rather look at my tits some more?” I could see he was struggling with the cruel choice I was presenting him. “Wait, I have a better idea. What about if you take some pictures, then you can jerk off to my tits as much as you want. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay, good idea!” He scrambled for his phone, fumbled to open the camera function, then quickly began taking pictures before I had a chance to change my mind.

I gave him a few different poses, full-frontal, a little turn to the left, cupping them both, a nice nip lick, squeezing them together. He was clicking off pics as fast as he could while his cock dangled out in the open for me to admire.

“That should be enough to keep you busy for a little while,” I said, moving to pull my dress back up.

“Wait!” Cris cried out.

I paused, my tits still on display.

“I…I…think you’re very beautiful, Mrs. Harden.”

It was clear to me that he’d been wanting to say this to me for some time but was never able to muster the courage to do it. I knew he’d been masturbating to me for a while, but it was nice to know he might actually have developed feelings for me. It was silly, I know, but it turned me on nonetheless.

“Thank you, Cris.” I resumed rubbing my breasts lightly. “And what about Valerie?”

“What about her?”

“Do you think she’s beautiful?”

“She’s my sister.” His hand went to his cock. He probably wasn’t even aware that he’d done it, but it gave me a peek into his subconscious desires.

“But she’s still a beautiful girl, don’t you agree? With those big tits and that juicy ass.”

“I…don’t think about her like that.” He wasn’t convincing anyone, especially not me.

“She thinks like that.” I stepped closer to him and reached down to caress his balls with my fingertips. “Valerie told me how at your old apartment she would sometimes spy on you while you masturbated. She loved watching you stroke your hard cock and spray cum all over your belly and chest.” I cupped his balls, so warm and soft. “Your little sister would finger her wet pussy while she spied on you and she would make herself cum. She thought about you like that a lot.”

“She really said that?”

I nodded as my hand wandered up over his six-pack and well-defined chest. “The way she described it made me think that she would let you fuck her if you wanted to.” I pressed my tits against his chest and kissed his ear. “Would you like that, Cris? To put your big, hard cock in Valerie’s tight little pussy?”

“I couldn’t…not with my own sister. We would both go straight to Hell.”

“But at least you’d have been in heaven for a little while.” I’d planted the seed. If he hadn’t already considered doing his sister, he sure would after what I’d told him. “You poor boy. You must be ready to explode.” I looked down and saw that his hand was still tightly gripping his erection. “Should I leave you alone to jerk off to the pictures, or would you rather cum to the real thing?” I squeezed my tits together to sweeten the offer.

“I don’t…don’t know…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. I know how much teenage boys like to play with their cocks. My son masturbates all the time. Now that we’re living in the same room, I’ve even caught him doing it a few times. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to make yourself cum, go ahead and do it.”

He swallowed hard then made his decision. His hand began moving up and down his shaft. I gave him a reassuring smile and jiggled my titties for him. This seemed to help him relax and he began stroking more confidently.

“Mmm…you’ve been thinking about these tits lately, haven’t you?” I gave one of my nips a lick. “You’ve been wanting to see them.”

“Yes,” he confirmed with a rasp in his voice.

“You’ve been thinking about them late at night and quietly jerking off your cock while your mother and sister slept nearby in the same room.” I licked my other nipple, then bobbled both my tits up and down. “But you never thought it would really happen. You had no idea what a horny slut I was.”

“I didn’t think I would get horny for an older lady, but…”

“But then you realized that we have more experience. We know the best way to suck a cock.” I licked my lips and tweaked my nipples hard. “We know just how to fuck. And, best of all, we’ll do anything you want. Women like me and your mom aren’t shy little girls anymore. We’ll let you slap our big titties around, spit on our cunts, or shove whatever you want up our asses.”

“Fuck, Mrs. Harden…oh, fuck…”

He was getting close. I gave my tits a few hard slaps to let him know I wasn’t kidding around. “We’ll spread our legs wide for you, lick your balls, and let you jack off all over us. We know how to please a man, and we older ladies understand what a teen boy like you needs to satisfy his lusts.”

“I’m gonna cum…”

“Where, Cris? Tell me where you want to cum?”

“On..on your tits?” He wasn’t sure if I was serious or how far he could push his luck.

I knelt down in front of him and held my breasts up under his bobbing cock. “Go ahead then. Shoot that big load of hot cum all over my slutty tits. Don’t hold back, sweetie, give me all you’ve got.”

“Uuuuuggghhhh!”

His cockhead swelled and jets of white boy cream coated my tits with warm wetness.

“That’s it…get it all out. All over my horny tits, baby.” As soon as he was done pumping the last drops from his balls onto me, I began licking up his mess of spunk. I glanced up to see his stunned expression. I guess none of the girls he’d been with had developed a craving for the taste of teen sperm.

“I hope you don’t mind. I’d hate to let so much delicious cum go to waste.”

His cock continued to pulse in his hand as he watched me clean myself with my tongue. I enjoyed having an audience while I did something so depraved. I savored his fertile reproductive fluids as I lapped up the last few gobs. It was strong with a bitter aftertaste much like my son’s, but there were subtle differences. I was sure that in a blind taste test I could tell the two of them apart. I would have to test that theory at some point in the near future if all went as I intended it to go.

My pussy was aching for some attention. I was tempted to pull off my dress and masturbate on the spot right in front of Cris. But I fought the urge. I wanted this part of the dance to go on as long as I could draw it out. One more of the things an older woman knows how to do better than those young girls who can only think about immediate gratification. I stood, pulled my dress up over my tits, and gave Cris a motherly kiss on the cheek.

“I enjoyed that a lot. I hope you did, too.” I squeezed the end of his cock with my fingertips. “Now put this thing away and go play some basketball.” With a pinch of his heated cheek, I headed for the door.

“Uh, Mrs. Harden? You’re not going to say anything to my mom about this, are you?”

I pretended like I had to think about it. “Well, she does have a right to know.” This put a bit of fear into his eyes. “But it would be better if she heard it from you instead of me.”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“I’ve only known your mother for a short time, though. Maybe it would best if you talked it over with your sister before you said anything to your mom.” I gave him a friendly wink and headed out. I gave it a couple seconds, then popped by head back around the corner. “Oh, and if you want to jerk off on my titties again, just let me know.” I blew him a kiss and was gone.

I was barely able to wait for the sound of the front door closing before I started fucking myself madly with my dildo and quickly brought myself off to a screaming orgasm. I knew Gary would be upset at missing me going wild on my cunt like I was, but there was no way I could hold out until he got home. I fingered my asshole and banged my pussy off twice more as I ran the whole sordid scene between me and Cris over and over again in my head.

I was so happy the Ramos family had accepted my offer to stay with us. It’s true what they say about charity benefiting the giver more than the receiver. And I had so much more to give!

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It was late at night. The bedroom was dark. My legs were spread wide, and my son was between them. His tongue worked methodically against my clit. His soft lips sucked and released over and over again. Between his mother and his girlfriend, Gary had gained more pussy eating experience than guys several years older than him. The things he was doing to my cunt with his mouth were intensified by the load of cum he had liberally deposited on my face just minutes earlier while I fondled his balls and begged for his sperm in desperate whispers. I couldn’t remember a time when I was more content with my life.

I held my son’s head to my crotch and rotated my hips, grinding my hot cunt into his mouth. It would have been nice to have Valerie here to suck my tits or sit on my face, but after my encounter with Cris earlier I felt I needed some quality alone time with my darling boy.

“Oh, baby, you eat Mommy’s cunt so fucking good,” I moaned. “Make me cum, sweetheart. You know how I like it.” I used a finger to wipe some of his jizz from my forehead and tasted him. I liked Cris’s cum, but none was better than the sweet nectar that came from my own boy’s ball sack. Ooo, suck that clit just like that.”

He was taking his time, teasing me. He was learning how to make it last, pulling back as he sensed I was getting close but not yet to the point of no return. At just the right time his tongue would dip down and circle my fuck hole, or he would feather my outer labia with tantalizing kisses. These weren’t things I had taught him, but that he’d learned through trial and error. Although, there weren’t many errors when it came to Gary sucking my pussy off.

I went along for the ride, letting him dictate the pace. I knew he was going to give me a fantastic orgasm by the end of it. The denial of release only built up the intensity of the inevitable climax. If my lousy excuse for a husband was half as attentive as a lover we might still be together. Thank God we weren’t. I may have never discovered how satisfying it could be to sexually indulge with my own son. And his girlfriend. And his girlfriend’s brother. And, hopefully, his girlfriend’s mom.

His tongue began moving faster. He was lapping at the groove alongside my clit. He knew this was the surefire way to get me off. We were in the final stretch. If I had any doubts they were erased by him inserting an index finger of one hand into my pussy, and the index finger of the other into my asshole. This was his go to move when he wanted to give me a true grand finale. I pulled a pillow over my face and held it tight. My body writhed. I was no longer in control. My son’s tongue was in charge of me now. He worked both his fingers in and out of their respective holes. My anus clenched and my vagina spasmed. His tongue was hitting the perfect spot, gliding in rapid lashes against my stiff clit.

My moan filled my pillow but couldn’t fully be contained by it. I tried to keep it quiet, but that too was beyond my control. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I chanted. It was muffled, but maybe not enough. My whole scheme could be up-ended if our houseguests could hear me in the throes of sexual ecstasy in my room with my own son. There was nothing I could do about it. The orgasm my boy was inducing in me rendered me helpless. I screamed into the pillow. “Suuuuuck mmmyyyyy motherrrr fuuuucking cuuuuunt!”

The orgasm hit me, then came at me again with a secondary surge. Gary didn’t let up until a third wave forced me to twist away from his mouth, unable to tolerate any more pleasure. I laughed like a delirious nymphomaniac. It struck me again that it was the boy I had nursed, and raised, and worried over for so many years who was the one that had awakened such an insatiable animal in me. How could this young man who wasn’t even 17 yet fulfill me as a woman like no other man ever could? I loved him so much.

Gary climbed up next to me and held me in his arms. Our naked bodies naturally entwined. There was no awkwardness or holding back. Just honest devotion. Pure carnal compatibility. His hard cock pressed against my hairy mound. I didn’t have to fear that he would take advantage of me while I was in this vulnerable moment. All I had to do was keep myself from giving in to my darkest urge to feel him deep inside me. I was a filthy degenerate for using Gary like I was, but as long as I didn’t cross that final line I could cling to the one last tiny shred of dignity I had left – at least I hadn’t fucked my own son.

“Be honest,” I whispered to him with a kiss. “You’re really not jealous about me messing with Cris?” I’d told him all about letting his girlfriend’s brother jerk off on my tits earlier that day. Gary had his cock down my throat almost before I could finish the story.

“You know I’m not, Mom. I like the idea of you fucking around with other guys.” His hand ran over my hip and his cupped one of my ass cheeks. “It would be selfish to keep you all to myself.”

“I hope you’re not just saying that because it’s what you think I want to hear.”

“I didn’t mind when you fucked that other guy and let me spy on you doing it.”

“That was different.” I shifted so that my son’s fingers could easily reach my butt hole in case he wanted to play with it. “That was just a one-time thing. With Cris it’s more of a drawn out seduction. And he’s your friend.”

“All that only makes it hotter.” His questing fingers found my asshole. It was still wet from when he ate me out. The tip of his middle finger swirled around the slippery circumference of my anus. “Like I said before, if you’re not going to let me fuck you, then you need to get it from someone. It might as well be someone I like and trust. This way at least I can hear from Cris how good my mom’s cunt feels.” He pushed his finger into my ass and kissed me.

We kissed lazily for a time, rubbing our naked bodies together as we did, too tired to fool around but not wanting to go to sleep yet. I slapped at his hand weakly.

“Stop teasing me back there.”

“I really don’t think anal sex would count,” he said. “Are you sure letting me fuck your amazing ass is against your rules? It’s not like I could get you pregnant or anything.”

It was so tempting. He was right, of course. I mean, what was the big difference between letting him fuck my mouth and stick it in my asshole? It was a sketchy line at best, but I had to draw it.

“If I let you fuck my ass, then it would be too easy for you to talk me into letting you have my pussy.” I pushed his head down and brushed a stiff nipple against his cheek until he took it into his mouth and began suckling. “Plus, it would only be a matter of time before you ‘accidentally’ jammed your hard young cock into the wrong hole.”

“I’m willing to take that risk,” he mumbled around the tit flesh filling his mouth.

“No surprise there. I know you don’t believe it, but it would change everything. Trust me. I like things the way they are between us right now, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. I love masturbating with you, and sucking your cock, a letting you finger my cunt whenever you want. Oh, God. Don’t stop…”

Between what he was doing to my asshole and what he was doing with my nipples, I was all revved up again. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I had another orgasm. I reached down between us, quickly found my hardened clit, and began stroking myself as my son worked on me with his fingers and mouth. It didn’t take long before I was groaning my way through yet another illicit orgasm.

As soon as I was finished, Gary got to his knees, turned me onto my back, and lifted my legs. My heart thumped in panic. Was this it? Was he finally going to disobey me? I wouldn’t be able to stop him, or even cry out. He could fuck me right here on the spot and there’d be nothing I could do to stop him.

Gary had my legs straight up, pressing my ankles together. He shuffled into position. My pussy and ass were vulnerable to him. I tightened my muscles down there, knowing this would do little to keep him out of either of my slick fuck holes. He spit in his hand, lubed his cock, and leaned in.

The head of his cock swept from my asshole, across the opening of my vagina, past my pulsing clit, and up. My son nudged his cock between my thighs. He pushed until his belly touched the backs of my legs. With a slight adjustment of where his knees were planted, he began fucking. I convinced myself that I was relieved and pressed my legs tighter around his hard shaft.

As he fucked the gap between my thighs, he moved lower. The underside of his shaft ran along my hair-covered mound. His balls hit against my protruding vulva with each thrust. It wasn’t the real thing, but it almost felt like it. He was as close to fucking his mother as he could get. He hooked my legs over one of his shoulders, grabbed my hips, and picked up his pace.

“That’s it, Gary. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy with that big cock. Fuck me as hard as you want!”

It had been obvious from watching him make love to Valerie, but this unusual kind of pseudo-sex that we were having only confirmed that my boy was a great lover. He knew just how to move, how hard to push, how fast to go. The kid was a natural. Maybe it would be okay just to let him fuck my ass a little.

“God, Mom, I love you so much. I want to fuck you like crazy. Someday you’re going to spread your legs for me and let me shove my cock so far up your cunt. I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll scream and you’ll love it. And I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to cum so hard right up inside you, Mom. I don’t even care if it makes you get pregnant. All I want to do is fill you up with all my fucking cum!”

“Oh, that sounds so good, baby. Fuck me. Fuck all of your cum inside me. It’s okay…I want it in my cunt!”

Gary slammed his body against my legs nearly folding me in half. “Aaaarrrraaahhhh…” His cum spurted out onto my belly in several heavy expulsions. I heard him sigh in the dark. We once again listened to hear if we’d woken anyone. For all we knew the entire Ramos family was in the next room silently jacking themselves off to the sounds of our sex games.

My son let my legs down slowly. He scooped up some of his jizz with his fingers and fed it to me. I gratefully swallowed every drop he delivered to my mouth. He then offered me the tip of his dick, and I sucked that clean, too. Afterward, we kissed. I loved that he didn’t shy away from the taste of his own seed that was so thick on my tongue.

Despite my insistence otherwise, he knew that one day I would give in and my pussy would be his to fuck. I supposed I knew it, too. But I meant it when I said I liked the way things were between us at the moment. Denying myself his cock almost made it better in a lot of ways. For one thing, he might not be as ready to let me give my pussy to other men if he felt it belonged to him. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.

I wanted to give my pussy to the young stud in the next room. To my son’s friend; Valerie’s brother; Vera’s son. I needed to get fucked by that boy, and I wanted everyone to know about it.

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Other news sources can’t tell you everything. The details must be sanitized and veiled in vague euphemism in order to protect readers from the truth. Here at My Dirty Little News headquarters we don’t hide anything. Our intrepid reporters look beyond the headlines and deliver the Hole Story!

But first, the “real” story.

And now, the Hole Story:

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I thought some of you might be interested in the fantasy I’ve been working on over the past month or so during my masturbation sessions…

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My sister-in-law Beth comes over one day to visit, but I can tell there’s something on her mind. I don’t push and let her come around to whatever it is on her own as I serve tea and chit-chat with her with her about nothing. Beth is an attractive woman. I always thought my brother deserved someone a lot prettier, but I’m probably biased. She’s just a couple inches shorter than me, wears her dirty-blond hair straight, and keeps herself fit. Breasts are about the same size as mine, though she’s more prone to show off some cleavage than I am. My brother’s wife has me beat in the booty department, but (in my humble opinion) I’ve got the edge when it comes to legs.

She finally comes around to what’s on her mind.

“This will probably seem like a weird thing for me to ask you, but I wanted your advice on something. Something very…personal. And it has to stay just between us.”

She has my attention. “I’m listening.”

“It has to do with sex…with Nick.”

Beth and I had never shared “girl talk” about our husbands before. I’m dying to hear what kinds of kinky things my big brother gets up to with his nice but generally “boring” wife. “Okay. I think I can handle it. Go on.”

“He told me a few years ago that he has a fantasy about being with two women…in bed. You know…”

“I get it, Beth. I think most men have that fantasy in their top three.”

“I’ve never been crazy about the idea, although not because I’m not curious about what it would be like with another woman.” She’s having a hard time looking at me as she speaks about these intimate secrets. “I just didn’t think I could ever find someone I could trust.”

“I can see how that would be a tricky part of it all.”

“Right. So, Nick’s birthday is coming up, and I want to make his fantasy come true as his present this year.”

“Wow. Does he know yet?”

“I want it to be a surprise. But before I go any further, I wanted to see if you thought I should go through with it.”

“Why me? I’ve never had a threesome before.” I wonder briefly if she knows about my hidden online identity.

“No, but you’ve known Nick a lot longer than I have. Do you think a three-way is something he would really want to do? Or is it just a fantasy and nothing more?”

She really put me on the spot with that. I knew nothing about my brother when it came to sex. In my fantasies, he was open to a lot of things, but that was just in my mind. I’m tempted to tell her to give up on the idea, but I can’t resist encouraging her with the sole hope that she’ll share the details with me after it happens.

“I say go for it.” I notice her face become a mix of surprise and excitement.

“You mean it? You think it would be okay?”

“If it’s something you both want, then you should at least give it a try. If it works, great. If it doesn’t, just forget about it and move on.”

“And you don’t think I’m some kind of perverted slut for wanting this?”

“All guys fantasize about threesomes, all women fantasize about being with another woman.”

“Even you?” She seems a little too eager to hear my answer to that question.

“From time to time.” I try to turn the focus away from me. “Now you just have to find a woman you can trust.”

“I trust you.”

The words hang in the air for several long minutes. She can’t be saying what I think she’s saying.

“Beth…what are you…?”

“You see, Nick has another fantasy.” She goes back to fidgeting and avoiding direct eye contact. “He fantasizes about having sex with you.”

A frenzy of conflicting emotions well up inside me. It’s a dream come true, but scary at the same time. “He said that?”

Beth nods. “Last year for his birthday, I…I pretended to be you when we made love that night. He called me by your name, and I said things to him like I was you. It was the best sex we’d had since before Adam was born.”

I’m almost too blown away to talk. “Wait…all those outfits you’ve been borrowing over the past year…?”

She blushes at that, making her cheeks even redder than they already are. “So I could dress up like you. Sometimes I would do stripteases for him in your clothes, or sometimes he just wanted to do me in one of your dresses. He loves it. And so do I.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I want to give your brother the real thing for his birthday this year. I want him to have you.” She looks at me and bites her lip nervously. “I don’t even have to be involved if you don’t want, but I would at least like to watch.”

I try to process it all, but my rational side is numb while my libidinous side is going crazy. A chance to finally fuck my brother and not risk ruining his marriage has just been plopped in my lap.

“But what I really want is for it to be a full on threesome,” Beth continues with a sense of needy urgency. “I trust you more than anyone I know, and I think you’re sexy as hell. You have no idea how often I masturbate and think of being with you, Rachael.”

That makes up my mind.

“Yes.” I take my sister-in-law’s shaky hands in mine. “I’ll do it.”

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Beth is in a pink teddy. Nick is blindfolded and moves haltingly as she leads him into the bedroom.

“What have you got planned this time?” he questions and sniffs the air. “Mmm…you got my sister’s perfume, didn’t you?” At this point Beth removes his shirt. “What else?” She undoes his pants and pulls them down.

I can see my brother’s hard-on in his boxer shorts. My tummy fills with butterflies.

“Did you manage to steal a pair of her dirty panties? You did, didn’t you?”

Beth shoot me a wink and shimmies down his underwear. I see my brother’s cock for the first time. All doubt leaves me and for the first time I’m one-hundred percent sure this was the right choice.

“Ready?” Beth checks with her husband, then pulls off the blindfold. “Happy birthday!”

He blinks and smiles big as he spots a naked lady on his bed. He blinks some more and as his vision clears the smile fades.

“Rachael?” He looks at Beth confused. “What…?”

“I told her everything,” Beth admits, stepping close and taking hold of his erection. “Your sister wants to play with us. She’s agreed to make your fantasy come true.”

He looks at me, unable to believe it. “Rachael…are you sure?”

Instead of answering, I open my legs, spreading them wide. The sight of my dripping pussy is all it takes to convince him.

“Get over here and fuck your horny sister’s cunt while I eat your slutty wife’s pussy.”

The two of them kiss, then Nick is on top of me. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“Me, too,” I whisper back.

I cry out with unrestrained ecstasy as my brother fills me with his cock.

Beth has stripped out of her negligee and joins us on the bed. “That’s it, Nick, fuck your sister’s hot pussy. Give her what she’s always wanted.” I’m too distracted by my brother’s thick cock pushing deep into me over and over again to be able to enjoy watching Beth masturbate to the sight of our incestuous union. It’s everything I ever dreamed of and more.

“Can I cum inside you, Rachael? Please say yes.”

“Do it. I want your cum in my cunt, Nick. Give it to me!”

We both orgasm together, with Beth getting herself off along with us. We waste no time before switching into a new position. Beth lies down, I turn over and bury my face between her legs while my brother slides into me from behind. Ten minutes later we each get off again. I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m straddling my sister-in-law’s face and she’s sucking her husband’s cum out of my pussy. Nick watches and strokes himself while he fingers his wife’s cunt. That’s when I notice something.

Someone is peeking in from the doorway. It’s my nephew Adam. My instinct is to scream and cover up, but his mother’s mouth on my clit feels too good to stop. It soon becomes obvious that he’s jerking off as he watches his parents fucking and sucking his aunt. I quickly decide that I don’t care if he watches. In fact, I want him to watch. I love that he’s watching his mother suck me off and eat the two loads of his father’s semen that I have inside me. I cum on Beth’s mouth, then push my brother onto his back and mount his big cock. Beth gets on his face and the two of us make out while we each hump Nick. I wonder if Adam can see my asshole as I ride his dad’s prick.

Our threesome goes on for a couple more hours. Things slow down, but none of us wants it to end. I suck my brother to orgasm while his wife licks his balls. I don’t get much of a reward, but just being able to taste my brother’s sperm is enough for me. Beth and I eat each other out some more, and even grind our cunts together. I’m dying to tongue fuck my brother’s asshole, but I want to save that for the next time we play together. And I know there’s going to be a next time as long as my husband doesn’t find out what I’m doing.

Adam is no longer in the doorway. “I think we woke your son,” I say during a lull in the action. “He saw us.”

“Yeah, we should have warned you.” Nick kisses one of my nipples, cupping my other breast lovingly. “He’s been spying on us for a few months now. I was going to have a talk with him, but Beth wouldn’t let me.”

Beth pauses tickling her own clit for a moment before saying anything. “Nick noticed him first and told me. I was pissed, but then the next time he peeped on us while we were doing it I got so turned on it was insane. It’s so fucking hot knowing that my son is watching me get fucked.” She plunges two fingers into her well-used hole and begins masturbating. I quickly join her. It’s only a matter of seconds before my brother is stroking his half limp cock.

“I found some pictures of you in a bikini on Adam’s tablet, y’know,” my brother mentions as the three of us brought ourselves closer to our final orgasms of the night. “He’s been jerking off to fantasies about his sexy aunt.”

“Well, fantasies do sometimes come true.” I zero in on my sore clit and work it as fast as I can. “Doesn’t Adam have a birthday coming up soon…?”

~ ~ ~

It started out with the conversation between me and my sister-in-law. I was getting myself off just to the idea of her inviting me to be in a threesome with her and my brother. I was then able to get as far as me opening my legs for Nick. Damn, would that be fucking hot! Eventually, I was able to progress to the actual sex. The addition of my nephew only cropped up earlier this week for the first time. This was an unexpected development, but I think we all know where this fantasy is going next…

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It was Christmas Eve and I was so excited that I couldn’t hardly sleep! Neither could Mister Wiggles and Dolly Holly. I was a good girl all year and it was finally going to pay off, but only if I could fall asleep. I closed my eyes real tight, but that didn’t work. Then I heard something outside. It might probably have been reindeer. I went and looked out the window. Snow was falling down, and I could see some footprints. Most likely elves. I jumped back into bed because I was afraid Santa would skip my house if I was awake. That’s when I first hear him.

“Ho, ho, ho…”

The sound came from downstairs. He was here! Right in my house. I tried to be the goodest I’ve ever been, but I couldn’t stand it. I had to go take one little peek. Mister Wiggles wanted to see, too. We sneaked down the stairs and there he was. It was Santa! I couldn’t even believe it. Wait until I told stupid Tiffany that he really was real. That’s when I saw something very strange.

Mommy was sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. There were all kinds of presents there and I could tell most of them were for me. But the strange thing was that Mommy had hardly any clothes on. She usually wore a big, fluffy robe at night, but all she had on was this tiny little dress that you could see right through. She was looking at Santa and smiling in a funny way.

That’s when Mommy opened her legs apart and she didn’t have any underpants on. She was showing Santa her foo-foo. Mommy always told me that was s’posed to be private. Santa said, “Ho, ho, ho!” again and was very happy about it. Mommy started touching herself all over down between her legs and was kind of squirming around. It was the strangest thing I ever saw her do.

Santa took off his big mittens and pulled down his pants. I covered my eyes because I shouldn’t of seen Santa’s naked butt. I took another peek and saw him pulling on his ding-ding. I knew about ding-dings because I helped Mommy change my baby cousin’s diaper a couple times. Santa’s ding-ding was much, much bigger than Jeffery’s. He pulled and pulled and it got bigger and bigger. It must have been from Christmas magic. Mister Wiggles was scared, but he wanted to stay and see more.

Mommy was making funny noises and pinching the ends of her breasts (Tiffany calls them boobs). It looked like it hurt, but she was still smiling and she was having fun. That’s when Santa went over and waved his ding-ding around by her face. Mommy opened her mouth wide and Santa put his thing right in there! Mommy started sucking on it real hard. It was the strangest thing, but Santa made a moaning sound like it felt very good.

Then I noticed something felt good between my legs. I never felt anything like it before. I squeezed my legs together tight, but that only made it worser…or betterer, actually.

Santa pulled his huge ding-ding out of Mommy’s mouth and hit her face with it a bunch of times. I was afraid Mommy would get mad at him for doing that, but I guess she liked it. He grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it. Mommy was still touching herself a lot between the legs and some of her fingers looked like they were going up inside somewhere. This was too crazy to believe.

The strange feeling in my underpants was going nuts. I stuffed Mister Wiggles down there to make it stop. It didn’t make it go away, but it felt extra nice instead.

Mommy suddenly turned around and got on her hands and knees like a doggy. Santa kneeled down behind her and poked at her behind with his big ding-ding. Mommy reached around and spread her butt cheeks open, then she said, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Santa.” Was she crazy! That’s the last thing you want to say to Santa because then you don’t get any presents.

Santa leaned over and spit on her right between her butt cheeks. She was in so much trouble now!

“Yes you have,” he said. “Santa needs to teach this naught girl a lesson.”

Ho, boy, I knew Mommy was going to get it for that. What could she have done that was so bad?

“Santa is going to have to shove his North Pole in your naughty little asshole.”

I didn’t know what an asshole was, but it didn’t sound nice. Mommy just nodded and shook her butt. It was almost like she wanted to be punished! Santa pulled his ding-ding a few more times then pushed it against her. He pushed and pushed then all of a sudden it disappear somewhere. I very quietly moved down a few stairs so I could get a better look. That’s when I couldn’t believe what I was seeing more than anything.

Santa’s ding-ding was going into Mommy’s butt. It was impossible, but I guess if Santa can get down a chimney that he could also get up there. He moved so his giant thing went in and out. Mommy was making happy noises, and so was Santa. This didn’t look like such a bad punishment. Actually, it was almost like Mommy was being even more naughty than ever. Mister Wiggles rubbed against my foo-foo harder and harder, and I watched some more.

Santa’s ding-ding went in and out over and over again, and then he gave Mommy a big spank. I thought she was going to cry after that, but she only laughed and said, “More!” She got more spanks and liked it. I never liked getting spanks, but maybe I was s’posed to. Mister Wiggles was rubbing faster and faster.

“I’m coming,” Mommy said. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” I was very surprised that Mommy said a dirty word, and I couldn’t figure out where she was coming from because she was already right there. Everything was getting stranger and stranger. “Oh, Santa, fuck my dirty, naughty asshole!”

That’s when Mommy shook all over and made all kinds of whimpering noises. It made my foo-foo tingle when that happened, but I don’t know why.

“Santa’s ready,” he said and pulled his ding-ding out of Mommy’s butt.

Mommy turned around real fast and opened her mouth wide. Santa was pulling on his thing real fast.

“Santa only comes once a year,” he said, “and here it is you fucking cum slut!”

I didn’t have time to be upset about Santa saying a bad word because all of the sudden creamy milk began squirting out of his ding-ding and into Mommy’s mouth. He gave her about five squirts, and seeing that gave me even more tingles between my legs for some reason. Mommy moved her tongue around and it was all covered with the gooey milk. She swallowed a couple times then showed Santa that she’d swallowed it all. That made Santa very happy.

“Merry Christmas,” Santa said and leaned over and gave Mommy a big kiss. She would be in huge trouble if Daddy ever found out that she was kissing with someone else!

I quietly tip-toed back upstairs to my room and got into bed. That funny-nice feeling was still there between my legs. I laid down on my tummy with Dolly Holly under my foo-foo. I moved my butt around kind of like the way Mommy did and it felt really good. I kept giving myself tingles until I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I thought that it must have all just been a dream. I ran downstairs and all my presents were there just like I had dreamed about. There was a bite taken out of the cookies I made for Santa, and the carrot was almost gone (most likely he let Rudolf eat it). I was about to go wake up Mommy and Daddy so I could open presents, then that’s when I saw it.

Where I had dreamed about Mommy and Santa doing strange things there was a spot on the floor. I got down close and looked at it. I sniffed it and it smelled familiar. I figured out that it was a dried spot of Santa’s ding-ding milk. It wasn’t a dream! I really saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus underneath the Christmas tree last night!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was Christmas Eve and I was so excited that I couldn’t hardly sleep! Neither could Mister Wiggles and Dolly Holly. I was a good girl all year and it was finally going to pay off, but only if I could fall asleep. I closed my eyes real tight, but that didn’t work. Then I heard something outside. It might probably have been reindeer. I went and looked out the window. Snow was falling down, and I could see some footprints. Most likely elves. I jumped back into bed because I was afraid Santa would skip my house if I was awake. That’s when I first hear him.

“Ho, ho, ho…”

The sound came from downstairs. He was here! Right in my house. I tried to be the goodest I’ve ever been, but I couldn’t stand it. I had to go take one little peek. Mister Wiggles wanted to see, too. We sneaked down the stairs and there he was. It was Santa! I couldn’t even believe it. Wait until I told stupid Tiffany that he really was real. That’s when I saw something very strange.

Mommy was sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. There were all kinds of presents there and I could tell most of them were for me. But the strange thing was that Mommy had hardly any clothes on. She usually wore a big, fluffy robe at night, but all she had on was this tiny little dress that you could see right through. She was looking at Santa and smiling in a funny way.

That’s when Mommy opened her legs apart and she didn’t have any underpants on. She was showing Santa her foo-foo. Mommy always told me that was s’posed to be private. Santa said, “Ho, ho, ho!” again and was very happy about it. Mommy started touching herself all over down between her legs and was kind of squirming around. It was the strangest thing I ever saw her do.

Santa took off his big mittens and pulled down his pants. I covered my eyes because I shouldn’t of seen Santa’s naked butt. I took another peek and saw him pulling on his ding-ding. I knew about ding-dings because I helped Mommy change my baby cousin’s diaper a couple times. Santa’s ding-ding was much, much bigger than Jeffery’s. He pulled and pulled and it got bigger and bigger. It must have been from Christmas magic. Mister Wiggles was scared, but he wanted to stay and see more.

Mommy was making funny noises and pinching the ends of her breasts (Tiffany calls them boobs). It looked like it hurt, but she was still smiling and she was having fun. That’s when Santa went over and waved his ding-ding around by her face. Mommy opened her mouth wide and Santa put his thing right in there! Mommy started sucking on it real hard. It was the strangest thing, but Santa made a moaning sound like it felt very good.

Then I noticed something felt good between my legs. I never felt anything like it before. I squeezed my legs together tight, but that only made it worser…or betterer, actually.

Santa pulled his huge ding-ding out of Mommy’s mouth and hit her face with it a bunch of times. I was afraid Mommy would get mad at him for doing that, but I guess she liked it. He grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it. Mommy was still touching herself a lot between the legs and some of her fingers looked like they were going up inside somewhere. This was too crazy to believe.

The strange feeling in my underpants was going nuts. I stuffed Mister Wiggles down there to make it stop. It didn’t make it go away, but it felt extra nice instead.

Mommy suddenly turned around and got on her hands and knees like a doggy. Santa kneeled down behind her and poked at her behind with his big ding-ding. Mommy reached around and spread her butt cheeks open, then she said, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, Santa.” Was she crazy! That’s the last thing you want to say to Santa because then you don’t get any presents.

Santa leaned over and spit on her right between her butt cheeks. She was in so much trouble now!

“Yes you have,” he said. “Santa needs to teach this naught girl a lesson.”

Ho, boy, I knew Mommy was going to get it for that. What could she have done that was so bad?

“Santa is going to have to shove his North Pole in your naughty little asshole.”

I didn’t know what an asshole was, but it didn’t sound nice. Mommy just nodded and shook her butt. It was almost like she wanted to be punished! Santa pulled his ding-ding a few more times then pushed it against her. He pushed and pushed then all of a sudden it disappear somewhere. I very quietly moved down a few stairs so I could get a better look. That’s when I couldn’t believe what I was seeing more than anything.

Santa’s ding-ding was going into Mommy’s butt. It was impossible, but I guess if Santa can get down a chimney that he could also get up there. He moved so his giant thing went in and out. Mommy was making happy noises, and so was Santa. This didn’t look like such a bad punishment. Actually, it was almost like Mommy was being even more naughty than ever. Mister Wiggles rubbed against my foo-foo harder and harder, and I watched some more.

Santa’s ding-ding went in and out over and over again, and then he gave Mommy a big spank. I thought she was going to cry after that, but she only laughed and said, “More!” She got more spanks and liked it. I never liked getting spanks, but maybe I was s’posed to. Mister Wiggles was rubbing faster and faster.

“I’m coming,” Mommy said. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” I was very surprised that Mommy said a dirty word, and I couldn’t figure out where she was coming from because she was already right there. Everything was getting stranger and stranger. “Oh, Santa, fuck my dirty, naughty asshole!”

That’s when Mommy shook all over and made all kinds of whimpering noises. It made my foo-foo tingle when that happened, but I don’t know why.

“Santa’s ready,” he said and pulled his ding-ding out of Mommy’s butt.

Mommy turned around real fast and opened her mouth wide. Santa was pulling on his thing real fast.

“Santa only comes once a year,” he said, “and here it is you fucking cum slut!”

I didn’t have time to be upset about Santa saying a bad word because all of the sudden creamy milk began squirting out of his ding-ding and into Mommy’s mouth. He gave her about five squirts, and seeing that gave me even more tingles between my legs for some reason. Mommy moved her tongue around and it was all covered with the gooey milk. She swallowed a couple times then showed Santa that she’d swallowed it all. That made Santa very happy.

“Merry Christmas,” Santa said and leaned over and gave Mommy a big kiss. She would be in huge trouble if Daddy ever found out that she was kissing with someone else!

I quietly tip-toed back upstairs to my room and got into bed. That funny-nice feeling was still there between my legs. I laid down on my tummy with Dolly Holly under my foo-foo. I moved my butt around kind of like the way Mommy did and it felt really good. I kept giving myself tingles until I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I thought that it must have all just been a dream. I ran downstairs and all my presents were there just like I had dreamed about. There was a bite taken out of the cookies I made for Santa, and the carrot was almost gone (most likely he let Rudolf eat it). I was about to go wake up Mommy and Daddy so I could open presents, then that’s when I saw it.

Where I had dreamed about Mommy and Santa doing strange things there was a spot on the floor. I got down close and looked at it. I sniffed it and it smelled familiar. I figured out that it was a dried spot of Santa’s ding-ding milk. It wasn’t a dream! I really saw Mommy fucking Santa Claus underneath the Christmas tree last night!

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #3: Building to a Great Climax

A good story is like a good one-night stand.

First there’s the attraction, then some foreplay, and it all leads to a fantastic climax (or two, or five). If any of these parts are missing, then it’s just doesn’t work quite as well. It’s the same with a story, whether it’s a 3-page quickie or a multi-chapter epic. You don’t need to be a literary expert in story structure, but you do need to understand the minimum requirements if you want to seduce your reader into coming back to your place for the night.

A lot of writing guides explain that stories should have a beginning, middle, and end. I’ve always found this to be a pretty useless way to explain how to shape a story. What’s important is the function of each of these parts. The beginning contains an introduction to your characters, a premise, and a promise. The middle serves to develop the characters, complicate the premise, and build tension. The end is where you deliver the big pay-off, release the tension, and fulfill the promise.

The beginning is the place for setting up everything the reader needs to know. It all starts with an interesting character that compels the reader to want to get to know them better. A mother of two in a sexless marriage who notices her older son developing into a desirable young man. A shy daughter who doesn’t know to deal with her blossoming body and wants to explore her sexuality with someone she has trusted all her life. A horny nephew who lusts after his aunt, but is crippled with guilt because his aunt and his mom are identical twin sisters. Describing characters in this way easily leads to your basic premise. Mom seduces teen son; daughter teases daddy; nephew has sex with aunt as a surrogate for his own mother. Your premise is the spine of your story. This means that every scene, event, and line of dialogue should somehow serve this main idea. Staying true to your premise will keep you on track while writing and prevent you from veering off into areas that confuse or distract the reader. Finally, the premise contains an inherent promise. Mom seduces son makes a promise that mother and son are going to fuck. Daughter teases daddy promises that at some point daddy will break down and give his little girl more than she bargained for in the form of his very hard cock. Nephew has sex with mom’s twin sister promises the readers that he will realize that his desire for his aunt is a misplaced lust for his mother and that they will consummate this taboo relationship (possibly with his aunt joining in). The set up can be as short as a paragraph or as long as a few pages provided each of these elements is included.

The middle is generally the meatiest part of a story. This may not always be true in an erotic story (more specifically, a jerk off story). This really is a case where length doesn’t matter as much as how you use it. This is a good place for you to tell us more about the character in terms of background, attitudes, problems, goals, or whatever is important to this story as far as motivation goes. If our premise is mom seduces teen son, there should be more to it than just her needing a good fuck. What is there in her past or in her mind that allows her to cross the line that holds most other mother’s back. Does she have pleasant memories of consensual incest from when she was a teen? Does a friend of hers confess to fucking her own son and plant the idea in her head? Did her son do something to change her view of him from an innocent boy to a sexually appealing man? This is also where you need to build tension. Notice that I used the word “need”! If mom wants to fuck, and son wants to fuck, and they fuck that’s all well and good, but you’re skipping the literary foreplay. Mom should make a move, then pull back. Or maybe she tries something, and her son rejects her (for now). Perhaps the sparks fly, but before they can get very far they are interrupted. Without building some tension here in the middle, the climax is almost always less satisfying.

Then comes the big finish. This is where the promise of the premise gets paid off. Mom fucks son. Dad chokes daughter with his cum. Nephew slides his cock into mom while aunty licks his ass. This is where all porn stories end up – generally no real surprises for the reader. They know what’s going to happen at the end as soon as they pick up on your promise, but they want to see how the characters get there. If you’ve done a good job of building some tension, by the time they get to the expected end they’re so excited that even though they knew what was coming they’re uncontrollably worked up and masturbating like crazy as the final sex scene plays out in all its graphic glory! Once you deliver on the promise and have drained everyone’s sex fluids, that’s your signal to end the story, and end it quick. Your reader is a mush of post-orgasmic jelly at this point, so put a clever bow on your mini-masterpiece in the form of a few poignant lines and walk away.

So there you go – all you ever need to know about story structure. That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Set up, development, pay off. If you can think in these terms, your stories will be better than half the stuff out there by default – I promise.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, your place or mine…?

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First of all, instead of a stodgy ol’ kiss at the stroke of midnight, I propose that the new tradition should look something like this photo! No one would ever want to stay in on New Year’s Eve again.

Secondly, I want to start a new tradition – the New Year’s Dissolution! Instead of a silly resolution aimed at making us better people, I propose we do the opposite. A Dissolution should be a promise to yourself that you’re going to do something bad this year that you’ve never done before.

Ideally, this Dissolution will be something sexual, like suck my first cock, get up the courage to ask my wife to piss on me, or tell my mom that I had sexual fantasies about her when I was a teen. You can also make a pledge to do something non-sexual as long as it’s bad. It could be to give L.S.D. a try, to finally tell that “friend” of yours that you can’t stand them, or to take a big, steamy dump on your boss’s desk. Sometimes you’ve got to be bad to feel good!

Whatever your Dissolution is, it’s bound to be easier to keep than those guilt-ridden resolutions we always make and break. Not only that, but as scary as they may be, there’s a good chance we’ll benefit much more from fulfilling our fun Dissolutions than our lame resolutions.

My New Year’s Dissolution for 2017 is to flash my boobs to a stranger. Both tits, nipples and all. I don’t know how, when, or where yet, but I’m determined to do it. I feel a bit panicky inside just sitting here making this commitment, but I think I’ll be a happier person in the long run if I can get over my fear and do something I’ve been curious about for years.

So…what’s your New Year’s Dissolution?

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Hello, 2017! I can’t wait to see what kind of filthy fun we have together this year!

Over the weekend I was doing a little behind-the-scenes maintenance on the blog. This required that I go back and make some adjustments to my very first blog posts. I was immediately struck by the contrast between then and now. The pictures were itty-bitty, and many of my posts weren’t much more than a single paragraph. I’ve come a long way, baby.

I admit that when it comes to writing I have a problem with brevity. But back then it seemed all I wanted to do was say something naughty, then run away and hide as fast as I could. The size of the pics shows how shy I was about posting dirty pictures of woo-woos and pee-pees. I was tempted to just delete most of those old posts out of embarrassment, but decided that they represent a meaningful part of my journey. Without those first faltering steps I wouldn’t be able to dance in the depravity I’m happily wallowing in now with all of you.

I don’t know where this porn writing fetish will take me next, but I look forward to whatever may cum. And in honor of those self-conscious early posts, I’ll leave it at that.

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I have a couple bits of un-fun bizniss to get out of the way, and then a quick insight into my dirty mind.

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I love when you leave comments and I can’t get enough of them! I’ve complained about how clunky and basic the commenting system is on this blogging platform plenty of times, and I’m not going to stop anytime soon. One of the quirks of the system is that if anything is entered in the “website” field when you’re making a comment, then your message gets thrown into the spam bucket (it doesn’t even have to be a web address). I have no idea why, but it means that your comment won’t appear until I comb through the 30 to 50 items that show up in my spam bucket each day in order to rescue the occasional legitimate comment. If you want to your message to appear right away and not risk having it accidentally flushed with the real spam, always leave the “website” field blank!

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There has been a spike in requests for pictures of me. I want to once again make it clear that I don’t share pictures. If this is seems too vague, let me try to be more specific. I won’t share nude photos of myself. I won’t share clothed pics. I won’t share naked images with my face blurred or cut off. I won’t share clothed pictures of me with my face blurred or cut off. I won’t share photos of just my boobs, just my pussy, just my feet, or just any part of my body. I won’t send you pics of my sex toys, my dirty panties, or my used tampons. I won’t share pictures of my daughters, brother, or any family member. I guess what I’m trying to say (without sounding like too big of a bitch), is that I will not share pictures having anything to do with my private life. I totally understand why guys want/need my picture, but it’s just not going to happen. I’m honestly nothing all that special bodywise, and there are millions of willing naked women on the web with much more to offer than me. Part of my problem with the repeated requests is that I’m generally a people pleaser and I hate saying no. It’s uncomfortable for me to have to constantly say no even after I’ve addressed the sharing of pictures in other posts and in my FAQ. I feel like I freely share enough of my self through my stories and posts and don’t deserve the pressure to give more than I already do. Sorry for being such a downer on this topic, but if you want more details about why I’m so protective about sharing pictures, you can take a look at this post from waaaay back in 2014: Photophobia.

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In a recent email, a horny reader commented that he would like to be a fly on the wall when me and my friends get together with some wine. Well, I had to tell him that he would be one bored fly. My “mommy friends” are all very conservative and uptight (at least they are when we get together). It’s all about kids, TV shows, kids, clothes, kids, stupid husbands, and more kid stuff. To be honest, after about twenty minutes I’m ready to blow my brains out. But then my dirty mind takes over. As one of my friend chatters on, I wonder what she looks like naked. Big nipples or tiny points? Are they still firm or saggy fun bags? Hairy or shaved? Gnarly lips of delicate petals? Gaping fuck hole or modest love tunnel? I often wonder about what they look like when they masturbate. What technique do they use? Is she a furniture humper like me? Does she ram herself raw with a big dong while her legs are in the air? Does she quietly vibe herself under the blanket in the dark? Does she squat on a big black dildo in the middle of her living room and fuck it like there’s no tomorrow? After this, I start to bring husbands into the picture. Does she like to take it from behind or ride him reverse cowgirl style? Does she let him cum on her face? Do they tongue each other’s asshole like me and my husband? What would she do if I was sucking her husband’s cock right in front of her? Would she finger fuck herself and watch while I swallowed her man’s load? What if I took on all of their husbands at once? Three at a time filling each of my holes and covering me in hot jizz while those waiting their turn jerked their hard cocks in anticipation. Would my prudish friends gather around to lick my spunk-covered body clean after the men were done with me? Whew, yeah! So, while our get-togethers are extremely dull, I usually end up masturbating like a mad woman as soon as the tea party ends!

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For prpldrgn, winner of the final caption contest.

I made it very clear to my daughter from the time she was a little girl that she wasn’t allowed in that room. I run a very strict household, as her mother is will attest, and so when I caught Sophie snooping around in my private room, taking in my collecting of riding crops, inspecting the various sets of manacles I’d collected over the years, and handling a few of the dozens of varied dildos on display I knew I had to teach her a lesson. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but in this case it punished the pussy. Sophie wept when she realized she’d been caught, but I intended to give her good reason to cry. She resisted at first, but soon her pants were down around her ankles and she was across my lap. I let her have the first few spanks with her thin little pink panties on, then I pulled those down, too. I used my hand judiciously to bring her pink bottom to a bright red, delivering a few sharp smacks to her exposed vulva to drive the message home that she was not to be in my special room.

It was only three days later that her mother reported that she’d found our daughter in my room astride my low buck humping herself wantonly against the hard leather surface. Apparently the lesson hadn’t been learned after all. This time I took a different approach. I stripped her mother down to nothing and bound her wrists and ankles to my St. Andrews cross, then called Sophie into the room. She was shocked to see her mom naked and spread-eagle upon my most prized apparatus. I explained that for her self-indulgent transgression that I wasn’t going to take it out on her this time, but that her mother would receive the punishment for her daughter’s disobedience. Sophie watched in anguish as I mercilessly paddled her mother’s bare ass, then cruelly striped her back with a series of different whips. When my daughter tearfully asked me to stop torturing her mother, I instead made the insubordinate child watch while I strangled my wife’s large breasts with tight ropes and dripped hot wax on them. Her mother’s screams brought the poor girl to her knees as she promised through mournful sobs never to violate the sanctity of my private room again.

The message seemed to have gotten through, and Sophie respected my rules for the next couple months. Then, late one evening, I had my wife dangling in the air face down in the sling while I fucked her from behind, and I looked up to see my daughter at the doorway peeking in at us. She quickly took her hand from between her legs when she saw me looking, but I knew what she was up to. I put aside the pinwheel I’d been casually running over my wife’s reddened ass cheeks, pulled my hard cock from her mom’s wet cunt, and signaled for Sophie to come into the room. She was scared, but also eager. It was obvious to me that a simple punishment wasn’t the solution. This problem was going to take a whole new way of thinking to resolve.

I had my daughter strip naked. I inspected her body and liked what I saw. Her eyes couldn’t stay away from my erection whenever it was in view. I was well aware of the proscription against sex with one’s offspring, but she was my daughter, which meant I owned her. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I ordered Sophie to go to her mother’s closet and find the sluttiest pair of shoes she could, put them on, and return to my private chamber. While she was gone I went to where my wife was hanging and slid my cock into her whimpering mouth and told her what I proposed to do. She nodded her assent as I pushed deeper into her throat.

This is how my daughter found us when she returned atop a pair of sleek back heels. She watched with fascination as I gagged her mother with my cock before withdrawing and letting her breathe. I selected a leather collar from a drawer and affixed it around Sophie’s neck. “If you can’t behave like a respectful daughter, then we will have to treat you like a disobedient pet.” I clipped a chain leash to the collar and commanded my girl down onto all fours. Her whole body was shaking – with excitement or fear, I could not tell. I tugged on the leash and walked her around the room. “While in this house,” I explained to her, “you are no longer a girl, you are an animal. When you come home, you will immediately take off all your clothes and put on your collar. Once the collar is on, you are no longer permitted to walk, but instead must move about on all fours like the filthy beast that you are.” I surveyed the rack of equipment and selected a set of cuffs and chains. “You will then find me or your mother so that we may decide what accessories you deserve for the remainder of the day.” I attached the cuffs to ankles and wrists, limiting her movements and paraded her around in front of her mother for her opinion. My wife’s gaze took in our daughter in all her naked glory for the first time, a lacivious smile playing across her lips. I expected her to balk at using our girl in this manner, but my games over the years have apparently rendered my former beauty queen as depraved as I. My wife’s eyes went to the walnut cabinet in the corner. “Yes,” I agreed in response to her silent suggestion. “Quite right, my dear.”

I led Sophie to the cabinet. “As our pet, you will do anything you are told. If you don’t obey, you will be punished.” A demonstration was in order. “Now, sit up!” She dropped back onto her haunches and held her “paws” up before her. Quick learner. I stepped close, placing my erect cock only inches from her face. “Lick,” I commanded. She hesitated, looking up at me with uncertainty. I gave her left titty a hard slap. She yelped when she felt the sting on her puffy nipple, and quickly began licking the head and shaft of my cock. “Good, now Daddy’s balls.” My daughter ducked her head lower and complied with my demand, tonguing my clean-shaven scrotum front, sides, and bottom. She was beginning to understand the scope of what I had in mind for her from now on.

I plucked the item I was after from the cabinet and walked my pet back to where her mother was suspended. I helped my wife from the sling and gave her a moment to restore circulation to all her limbs. After a whispered exchange, I moved back in front of my new pet with my wife at my side. “Sit up. Good, girl.” Her mother began stroking my cock in front of our pet’s face. When I was close to reaching climax, I ordered, “Open your mouth.” Once again there was a look of reservation on her face, and once again she received a sharp tit slap to prompt her compliance. Sophie opened her mouth wide. “Don’t swallow,” I warned her moments before her mom pumped my load of semen onto her tongue.

Once I was spent, my wife held her hand out and our pet spit my cum into her palm. The two of us then went around behind. “On all fours,” her mother directed. It gave me a pleasant thrill to hear that. I’d only ever seen my wife as my submissive. I’d never seen her take a dominant role, as she was with our new pet. Sophie’s mother began smearing my cum over her daughter’s asshole. “What are–” Her mom’s resounding bare-handed smack on her little rump quickly shut her up. Once her asshole was well lubricated with my semen, I carefully inserted the item I’d taken from the cabinet. Our little daughter-pet wailed in pain throughout the insertion. In time she would learn to relax and accept whatever we put into any of her holes.

I stood back and admired my creation. My wife was right, the addition of the anal plug with the long tail completed the effect to perfection. I took her for another stroll around the room – the room that was no longer off limits to my little pet.

The perverse glimmer in my wife’s eye didn’t escape me as we returned to her. I handed the least over. “You look as though you’d like a turn with our new toy.” She walked Sophie across the room and back, then ordered her to sit up, as I had earlier. My wife then turned around, backed up to our daughter-pet’s face, spread her own ass cheeks, and spoke the command, “Lick.” Sophie pulled back. “Bad girl,” her mother barked and yanked on the leash, pulling the girl’s head forward. The dreamy smile on my wife’s face indicated our pet was doing as told. I stepped up and began sucking on her fat nipples and fingering her bald pussy. It didn’t take long before my wife was cumming with her daughter’s tongue up her asshole. I wondered if Sophie was regretting her intrusion into my private sanctum yet. If she was, that regret would only become more intense because this was just the beginning. If she was getting what she wanted, then things were only going to get more interesting as time went on.

The next day when Sophie arrived home from school she did just as she was supposed to. She stripped naked in the foyer and donned the collar that was waiting there for her. She then sought me out. I took her to the room and outfitted her with the black heels, a set of nipple clamps, and (of course) her tail. My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed the new arrangement. Life was much more fun with a pet than with a daughter. A few times a week, I’d arrive home to find our toy lapping at my wife’s cunt. As often as not I’d join them, sliding my cock into my pet’s wet pussy. My dear wife had absolutely no qualms about me fucking our daughter-pet and frequently requested that I do so while she watched and pleasured herself with one of her many large toys. Sophie clearly enjoyed being our sex pet, and often misbehaved on purpose so that she could discover what new forms of punishment her owners would devise for her.

If fact, this is exactly what her mother and I are trying to determine at this very moment. Earlier this evening my wife put Sophie’s dinner bowl down on the kitchen floor. Instead of eating, our pet defiantly lifted her leg and piddled all over the floor. We rubbed her nose in the puddle and spanked her with a rolled up newspaper, but that wasn’t enough. Our naughty little pet clearly wanted to be taught a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

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My Christmas present to myself this year was a double-ended dildo. If I wasn’t on Santa’s naughty list before, I definitely am now!

Things were a bit too crazy during the holidays, so I waited until after New Year’s to try it out so that I’d be able to relax, take my time, and concentrate on exploring the new possibilities that this toy had to offer. Not surprisingly, it turns out that I love it!

My main motivation for adding this style of rubber dick to my little collection was not exactly what the main purpose of this toy normally is. What I wanted to do was simulate what it would be like to have a cock before I went so far as to invest in a strap-on (or maybe a strapless). My idea was to insert one end into my pussy, then jerk off the other end and see if I could get off just by stroking “my cock.” It took some trial and error, but I’m happy to report that I was very able to beat off and bring myself to orgasm!

I’ve always been envious of you guys and the way you masturbate. For us women, it’s a very limited action. We mostly diddle our clits or finger ourselves, which generally involves small actions. Worse is using a vibrator. It feels great, but there’s almost no action as we hold a buzzing object against our lady parts and wait for the feelings to come to us. One of the reasons I love watching men jerk off is that they have that big, fat cock to really grip onto and stroke. Sure, your fist is only moving a few inches up and down, but you can really get your whole arm and shoulder into the action. You can take it slow and easy, but you’re also able to get much more aggressive with your cock than I can with my pussy (unless I want to become an S&M devotee and cruelly abuse my sweet little kitty).

So, there I was in the middle of the day – hubby at work, kids at school – and I unwrapped my new toy. Naked on my bed, I lubed it up, slipped one end into my already wet hole and grabbed a hold of the half that was projecting from my pussy. It’s flexible enough that I can easily bend it up and around to an angle that closely mimics what it would look like if I had a cock. Just seeing myself like that was almost enough to get me off. I began stroking slowly and was instantly in heaven.

I quickly learned that it was going to be difficult to keep it inside me, so I had to use my free hand to press against where the dildo bent to keep it from popping out of my pussy after half a dozen strokes. I tried clamping down with my cunt muscles, but that only made it slip out sooner. I was a little bummed that I wasn’t able to use that free hand to play with my tits while I jerked off, but I soon discovered that I could reach my clit with the thumb of that hand, which was a fair trade off for the moment.

Once I got all the logistics worked out, I started to truly beat off for the first time. It was amazing! As I jacked my cock, the other end moved inside me. I tried a few different angles until I found the one that hit all the right spots. As I cranked my shaft, I naturally shifted and wiggled, which repeatedly caused me to lose that perfect alignment. This was annoying at first, but then I discovered that readjusting to find that spot again was only adding to the excitement. With some practice, I got into a steady rhythm and wanked my prick for a good ten minutes until I managed to make myself cum. It felt soooo fucking good!

There were two things that make this type of orgasm unique for me. First is the visual of watching my hand rapidly sliding up and down my very own cock. It’s hard to express just what a thrill that is. The other is the full on arm action I talked about. It feel so much more physical and visceral than just strumming my fingertips across my clit. Now that I’ve had a small glimpse into what the male masturbation experience is like, I’m even more envious than ever!

I’ve had several sessions over the past couple weeks with my bendy new friend. Twice now I’ve done it in front of a mirror so I could watch myself jerk off. Totally awesome. And this week I figured out that if I straddle the arm of our sofa, I can hold the inserted end of the dildo in my pussy by pressing down while I whack off. This allows me to go to town on my tits and nipples with my free hand! I guess that’s why they say necessity is the motherfucker of invention.

I haven’t told hubby about this gift to myself yet. I’m going to be selfish a little longer, but I will eventually share it with him – maybe it can be my Valentine’s surprise for him this year. I’m not sure if he’ll be into watching me jerk off, but I’m sure he’ll like if I bend it around the other way and DP myself with it (something I have tried once so far and will certainly be doing again). I’d love for him to give me a “blowjob,” but I don’t know how comfortable he’d be with that. I also have fantasies about him taking one end in his butt while I have the other in my asshole and we masturbate like that. Again, not sure if he’d be crazy about that idea. I’ll have to move slowly and do my best to get him liquored up before I attempt to seduce my man into doing any of the “gay” stuff.

If I do manage to lead him down that path, my next purchase may very well be that strap-on I’ve been eyeing…

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I was hiding my double dildo in the back of my sweater drawer yesterday after a rousing session and was reminded of a post from a little while back about making sure it wasn’t too difficult for either of my girls to find my sex toys when they’re older if they ever sneak into my room to snoop around the way I used to when I was a curious teen. I wondered what they’d think if they found Mommy’s strange rubber thing with two cockheads at either end. As I closed the drawer I told myself not to bother thinking about it because it would be many years before they began exploring my private places for sex stuff. Then a thought hit me like a thunderbolt! How did I not consider this before!?

In another year or so, my nephew Adam will be old enough to babysit my girls. The possibilities suddenly blew my mind. I wouldn’t have to wait seven or eight years for my nosy darlings to go poking through my things looking for naughty stuff. A year and half should give Adam time to become responsible enough to keep an eye on his cousins for a few hours while Aunty Rach and Uncle Dave go out for dinner and a movie – being sure not to come home until after the girls have gone to bed. A promised call to let my sweet nephew know we were leaving the theater should make him secure enough to venture into forbidden areas of our home without having to worry about being caught in the act. My heart still races whenever I think about this.

I’ve come up with a few other illicit plans over the years, but this is the first one I can easily implement and not have to worry about getting myself into trouble. My latest scheme was to give Adam a hand-me-down tablet that had some racy pictures of me in the trash bin. Of course Aunt Rachael is so clueless about technology that she didn’t know that she had to empty the trash to really delete those naughty images. But, if his parents ever found out, they’d know I wasn’t that un-tech savvy. But, with this new plan, it’s not my fault he went snooping in my bedroom!

I never expected my nephew to violate my privacy like that, your honor. I’m an innocent victim here! How was I to know he would go into my hamper and sniff my dirty panties while he jacked his cock? I never would have guessed he’d rummage through my lingerie drawer and suck the dildo I’d used the night before and hadn’t washed yet. I can’t be held responsible for him going through the pictures on my camera and finding selfies of me that I took while topless (and perhaps bottomless). And I assumed it was my husband’s dried jizz that I found on my toothbrush the next morning. The defense rests!

Maybe I could write some raunchy love letters for him to find. Or better yet, perhaps he could find my hidden x-rated diary where I reminisce about my sexual experiences and record the dirty fantasies I’m too embarrassed to share with my husband. I’d love to plant something that he could easily steal and take home with him to jerk off to, but I wouldn’t want him to get caught. Although, now that I think about it, he would likely use his phone to take pics of anything really good that he found. On the other hand, If was caught by his parents, this could actually lead to an interesting situation.

If my brother found naked pictures of me on his son’s phone, would he sweep it under the rug or come and talk to me about it? It would be hard to hide my excitement during such a conversation just knowing my brother had seen me naked, saw pictures of my fuck toys, or read about my depraved fantasies. Or, maybe my brother would keep them for his own private pleasure. Geez, my head is spinning with all the potential implications! This next year and a half is going to be torture for me!

In the meantime, I suppose I need to start shopping for a good HD nanny cam for my bedroom…

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Slippery Tip #4: Create an outline

To do an outline or not is a point of contention among amateur writers. To me, this is a silly argument because everyone who writes a story does an outline – even if they don’t realize it. My view is that if you don’t think about your story and create some kind of “formal” outline and just start writing your story, this simply makes your first rough draft your outline – a very, very detailed outline.

Creating an outline for a porn story is super easy (at least it is if you do it like I do). It starts when you have that moment of insight – an idea for a dirty story that you just have to write. Don’t run straight to the computer – let the story live in your head for a little while. Play some of the scenes out in your mind like you’re watching a movie. Edit the scenes until they flow. Get to know your characters by watching them interact in your imagination. Jot down any traits, plot twists, or lines of dialogue that get you excited.

When you reach the point where you have to get the story out of your head and down on “paper,” gather any notes you’ve made and do your outline. At the very least, all you need to do is write one simple sentence for each scene in your story. This will allow you to create a basic structure for your story that will keep you on track and insure that you know where you going before you begin your journey. Having an idea for how your story is going to end is as important (if not more so) than knowing where it starts.

My idea is to write a story about a single mother who confesses to her son that she’s a sex addict. Here’s my quickie outline:

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Sex Addicted Mom (working title)

• Mom talks to Son, tells him she’s a sex addict and her therapist told her to open up about it.
• Son thinks about what Mom told him, gets horny and jerks off to fantasy of her.
• Son offers support; Mom asks him to get rid of all her sex toys for her.
• Son secretly keeps toys; plays with them while he jerks off to more graphic mom fantasies.
• Mom tells Son she hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and she’s going crazy; Son gets turned on.
• Son plays with toys more; accepts that he’s sexually attracted to Mom and plans to seduce her.
• Son offers foot massage; Mom talks about her sex problems; Son makes move and they do oral.
• Mom and Son go to bedroom and fuck every which way.
• Twist – Son finds out Mom never went to a therapist; she was seducing him the whole time.

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There, that doesn’t look too hard, now does it? These are just the bare bones, and provide enough of a framework to get you going. You can jump into the writing process with a good idea of where the story is going and how you’re going to get there. Like I said, this is the minimum. If you wanted to add a little more detail about some of the “beats” in the scene, along with some more information about character emotions, motivations, or actions, you can do a little more. This is what my expanded outline for this story might look like:

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Mom’s Addiction

SET UP

• Scene 1: Distressed Mom sits Son down for awkward conversation – her therapist suggested she be open with those closest to her and tell them that she’s suffering from a serious problem: sex addiction. She admits that she’s a chronic masturbator and watches porn almost every night. Son is shocked, embarrassed, and a bit angry, though he really doesn’t know why.
• Scene 2: Later that night, Son fumes in his bedroom over his mother’s admission. Begins thinking about his mother’s sexuality, admits to himself that he’s been suppressing his own shameful physical attraction to her since puberty. He ends up fantasizing about her masturbating to porn and jerks himself off.

DEVELOPMENT

• Scene 3: Next day, Son apologizes to Mom for not being supportive. He asks if there is anything he can do to help. She talks more about her sex addiction, then reluctantly asks him to throw away some things for her since she can’t do it herself. He agrees and she turns over a big collection of sex toys.
• Scene 4: That night, Son goes through the box of toys touching, tasting, and trying them out as he beats off to thoughts of these objects being in his mother’s pussy. Feels guilty and disgusted with himself.
• Scene 5: Mom is upset, Son encourages her to talk. She hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and it’s driving her crazy, she’s dying for sex and willing to do anything or anyone. He tries to give her advice, but the bulge in his pants makes it difficult.
• Scene 6: Son gives in to his urges and plays with mom’s toys again. Accepts that he is sexually attracted to his mother, and decides to take advantage of her sex addiction to seduce her.

CLIMAX

• Scene 6: Mom is really stressed, Son offers foot massage to relax her. Mom talks about how hard it is not to masturbate and how she misses her toys. Conversation and massage become more intimate until Son makes his move and they give each other oral.
• Scene 7: In Mom’s bedroom, they strip down and go at it in every position for the rest of the day and most of the night. Mom tells Son that she’d be able to give up masturbation and porn if he fucked her like that a few times a week. Son happily agrees.
• Scene 8: Twist – Son somehow discovers that his mom never went to a therapist, she made the whole thing up. It turns out he wasn’t the one who seduced her, but the other way around!

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Again, not all that much work, but I have a very good idea of what’s going to happen in each scene, what the purpose of the scene is (both on its own and as part of the big picture), and a sense of how these characters transition from mother and son to lovers. If something doesn’t work, I’ll most likely be able to spot it at this stage where it will be much easier to fix than after I’ve written 3,000 words and realize there’s a problem and have to start over.

A big complaint by anti-outliners is that if they plan things out they lose the creative spontaneity of discovering the story as they write it. This is crapola! There’s a great deal of creativity that goes into making a good outline, which is just as exciting as writing. Also, there’s no rule that says you have to adhere strictly to the outline. If you’re in the middle of a scene and a great idea pops into your head, you’re free to pursue it. Filling in the details of an outlined scene is where real the action is, and there’s nothing in an outline that impinges on the thrill of creating a story.

There’s a lot more to say on this topic, but this is enough for our purposes. Think about your story, make an outline, write your story. These steps are critical to completing the creative phase of conjuring your erotic tale while minimizing frustration and maximizing fun.

If you still don’t want to make an outline, try doing one while naked and imagining me leaning over your shoulder helping you along as I rub my stiff nipples against your bare shoulder. If that doesn’t work, then you’re a lost cause!

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I love watching my husband jerk off. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, as well as my general fascination with male masturbation, but I’ve gotten a few questions about this recently so I thought this was a good time to restate my position on guys waxing the dolphin, spanking the monkey, and/or punching the clown.

I don’t want to get too deep into my overall masturbation fetish, but I was raised with the idea that pleasuring oneself was deviant behavior and so it had to be practiced in private and was never to be a topic of conversation with anyone. This is a big part of why I enjoy seeing other people do it – I’m, seeing something that I shouldn’t be; a deeply private act that the person I’m seeing performing it should be ashamed and embarrassed by. That’s the twisted psychological framing that makes it so erotic for me.

I very much enjoy watching videos of women masturbating, but being a female myself means that I’m intimately familiar with how it all works (though it is fun to see the spin other ladies put on the process of getting themselves off). Watching a guy wank his cock was a subject of much speculation and fantasy for me throughout my teens. I eventually gleaned the mechanics of it all, but actually witnessing it eluded me until I was in college and had a boyfriend uninhibited enough to beat his meat for my viewing pleasure. I’ve been hooked ever since.

My husband and I frequently masturbate together, either as foreplay or as a mutual midweek treat before we go to sleep. Sometimes I’ll ask him to whack off for me so I can watch. I’m enthralled by seeing the way he handles himself like such an expert. I’d like to think I can deliver a decent handjob, but when I see my husband stroke himself I realize that I’m still in the minor leagues compared to him.

I like when he whips up a batch of baby batter while on his knees. It’s especially amazing when his balls are hanging loose and flying all over the place while he goes at it. I watch them bouncing off his pumping fist really hard and wonder how that’s possible when I can merely graze his nuts in the wrong way and he’s curled up in pain. Testicles are strange little creatures – and oh so lickable.

My favorite part, of course, is the grand finale: the cumshot! It doesn’t get much sexier in my book that seeing a thick load of semen shooting out of a man’s cock. I know you guys see it every day (sometimes a few times a day), but it still thrills me today as it did the first time I saw it happen. It’s like a sexy magic trick! Not only that, but you get to eat the rabbit that gets pulled out of the hat (hmm, that doesn’t sound as appealing as it should). I often struggle with the dilemma of having my husband jerk off into my mouth or onto himself. If he nuts in my mouth, I don’t get to see him squirt (unless we go for an uncertain attempt from 3-point territory). If he spooges all over his belly and chest, I get to see all the sexiness exploding everywhere, but then I have a lot of work to do to collect it all with my tongue.

No matter which way it goes I’m happy because I know I’ll have plenty of chances to have my loving hubby jack off for me in whatever way I’m horny for on any given day.

How about all of you? What’s your masturbation relation with your partner?

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Now for something completely different…

A reader recently forwarded this article to me and it looks like my story “Stroke Break” might be more prescient that any of us dared hope!

Should You Masturbate at Work?