Open Door Policy, Ch. 24
By DirtyMindedMom
I woke up in the middle of the night and was annoyed. I was having a sex dream and in it I was just about to get my pussy licked when for some reason I was suddenly awake. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep and pick up where I left off. That’s when I felt a tongue working its way into my slit, gently searching for my clit.
It was instantly obvious to me that it wasn’t Gary. My heart leapt with a moment of fear and excitement. A soft cheek brushed against my thigh. It was a female. The tip of her tongue found my clit and my legs parted wider. It had to be Valerie, but there was a small chance it could be her mother. I hadn’t been sure that was something I had even wanted, but the charge I got out of the idea that Vera might have been so overcome with horniness that she’d bury her face between my legs confirmed it.
A little moan came from beneath the covers and I knew for sure it was Valerie. What a darling she was. I reached down and with a hand on the back of her head pushed her mouth against my crotch. She responded by sucking and licking more intently. Good girl.
Gary’s breathing nearby told me that he was fast asleep on his air mattress. We had jerked off together before going to sleep, but instead of satisfying me it had only made me more horny. I knew it was dangerous, but I welcomed Valerie’s incursion into my bed while everyone slept.
I pulled the blanket aside. The shadowy shape of the teen girl between my legs eating my pussy caused my clit to pulse with illicit pleasure. The price would be high if I ever got caught, but it felt too good to do anything but let her have her way with me. I wanted it. She wanted it. How could this be considered wrong?
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Harden,” she whispered then slurped at my increasingly wet hole. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” Her lips and tongue worked frantically up and down the length of my pussy.
“Shhh…” I lifted a breast and began sucking on one of my own nipples as the girl devoured my warm sex juices.
It took several minutes, but between the two of us I had a gut clenching orgasm that had me biting my pillow. We lay still for a time. I listened to make sure we hadn’t woken Gary. Valerie dried her wet cheeks on my inner thighs. I drew her up and she moved on top of me. She was naked. The feel of her soft tits pressed against mine was enthralling in every possible way. We kissed.
Her lips were flavored with my pussy. Her tongue was eager and velvety against my own. Her belly pressed against mine as her hips rolled between my legs. If only she had a cock.
“I want your cunt,” I breathed into her ear. “Sit on my face.”
Valerie didn’t hesitate for a moment. In only a few seconds her hot, steamy pussy was in my face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch to my mouth. A shudder of delight ran through me at the first taste of her. Her bald outer lips were rough with the stubble of a few days without shaving. I liked the way that felt. I sucked at her opening, swallowing down her adolescent juices. She could have gone to Gary and had his cock fill her up, but she wanted my tongue instead. I loved that.
I gave her my tongue, and everything else I had. I fingered her pussy while I sucked and licked her stiff clitty. I couldn’t resist letting a wetted finger slide out and circle her tight little asshole a few times. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. Valerie began humping my face, letting out tiny moans with each breath. It was increasingly difficult to remain bitter about my separation with my husband. If it wasn’t for that stupid bastard cheating on me I wouldn’t be lying here enjoying a faceful of delicious teen cunt.
I could feel her getting close and shoved two fingers up her twat. Even though she’d been fucking my son for a while now, she was still very tight. I felt her inner muscles pulsate and then she was cumming. The joy of sharing that pinnacle moment of pleasure with her suffused me with satisfaction. I hate to admit it, but making a woman cum is entirely different from getting a guy off.
Valerie’s body continued to shake above me as the aftershocks faded. She stifled a giggle that ended in a sigh. Once she’d caught her breath, she snuggled down next to me, her hand roaming from one of my breasts to the other, down my tummy, to my hairy pussy, then back up for another slow circuit of my lady parts. We drifted in space like that for a time until I caught myself dozing. It wouldn’t do for her mother to wake up and find me entangled with her naked daughter in the morning.
“Valerie,” I said nudging her. Her hand was cupped over my mound, the tip of her middle finger resting on my clit. “Wake up, sweetie.”
“Hmmm?”
“You’ve got to get back to your own bed.” She nodded, but didn’t move. Her hand gripped me down there, her finger circling my soft nub.
“Go, go, go…” I whispered with a more insistent nudge.
She kissed me, slipping a finger in my hole. I kissed her back and fought to resist the urge to keep her in my bed for another round. I almost called her back as she slipped out my door. I listened for a few minutes. It sounded like she made it safely back without waking her mother or brother. I spread my legs and began touching myself.
I added a third finger to the two I already had inside me. I needed a cock. I wondered if it would be possible to use Gary’s without waking him. No chance, I decided as I fucked myself. I shouldn’t even be considering such things. That was a line I was determined not to cross with my son, and just because he wasn’t aware of it wouldn’t make it okay. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good his dick would feel inside me.
My hand pounded into my pussy as I imagined it was Gary on top of me ramming his big cock into his mother’s horny cunt. I knew how much he wanted to fuck me, even if he did his best not to bring it up. It was also becoming increasingly difficult for me to deny how much I wanted to fuck him despite my stated convictions otherwise. Masturbation and oral sex were bad enough; I had to hold the line somewhere. I clamped my pussy around my fingers knowing how doing that to my son’s cock would make him cum inside me in a matter of seconds.
He’d shot his cum in my mouth, on my face, and all over my tits. He’d jerked his load on my pussy as I held my cunt lips open for him, and on my asshole as I spread my cheeks wide. My son had spewed on my belly, in my hair, and across my thighs. The only place he hadn’t cum is inside me…deep inside his mother’s loving cunt. It was too awful to think about, yet there I was thrashing my way through a mind-blowing orgasm imagining what it would feel like.
I was a horrible mother. A disgusting pervert corrupting everything around me. A selfish deviant who had somehow become addicted to the most depraved kind of sex. Only a few months ago I was a normal mom and housewife. I could count on two fingers the number of “kinky” things I had done in my life. How did I end up like this? I’d heard of the Slippery Slope argument enough times, but now I knew it wasn’t something to be dismissed lightly.
Was there any hope of going back? Could I be “normal” again? Or was it too late for me? I loved the things I was doing, but I hated myself for doing them. Every time I came to the resolution that all this wasn’t so bad, I would inevitably swing the other way. Fear of being caught should have been the only evidence needed to prove to myself it was wrong. And yet I knew that in the morning my son was going to wake up with his cock in my mouth.
I was tempted to go to him right then, but that would only mess with my mind all the more. Tomorrow would be a new day. With any luck the guilt would be gone, replaced by the singular need to feel my boy’s penis thrusting to the back of my throat and tasting his life-giving sperm on my tongue.
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I strolled out of my bedroom wearing nothing but my light summer robe after sleeping in for a few hours. It was Monday and the salon was closed and I had the day off. The kids were in school, so it was just me and Vera in the apartment. The flavor of my son’s cum was still in my mouth as I made myself a cup of coffee. Vera was at the little kitchen table pouring over the want ads in the newspaper. I loved how old school she was.
We exchanged small talk about the lack of decent jobs, the kids, and other bits of nothing. The whole time I was fighting the urge to undo the knot at my waist and let my robe fall open. Being practically naked in front of my sexually repressed house guest was making me ridiculously horny. I wanted to flaunt my tits and pussy in front of her and see how she’d react. I was terrible. I was becoming a sexual predator in my own home.
I decided to take a slightly more subtle tack. “Vera, would be okay if I borrowed my thing back from you?”
“Your thing?”
“The dildo. I’m feeling real horny for some reason and I should probably take advantage of the kids not being around while I can.” I loved how talking the way I was flustered her so. “I could really use a couple good orgasms right about now.”
“Oh…yes…of course…your thing…I go get it…”
She hurried off to her room. She might not be so quick to help me out if she knew her daughter had been riding my face last night. Vera came back with my dildo bundled up in a brightly patterned silk scarf. I unwrapped it in front of her.
“Ah, there’s my handsome boyfriend.” I kissed the tip and Vera’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Has our new friend been wearing you out?”
She laughed nervously. “No…no. I only use one…or maybe two times.” It was adorable how embarrassed she was admitting that to me.
“Not the same as having a real cock, but you have to admit that it does feel good.”
Vera nodded, having a hard time meeting my eye. “I can go to market for to give you some privacy.”
“No, don’t be silly. Relax, finish your coffee. There’s no reason for us to be shy around each other. It’s not like we’re a couple of silly teenagers. We’re mature women who understand our sexual needs and aren’t ashamed of them. Right?”
She was taken a bit off guard by that, but she managed a small smile. “Yes. What you say is true.” Her tone wasn’t as sure as her words, but it was enough for me.
“Okay, then,” I stood, feeling my tits bouncing freely under my thin robe. “I’m going to go take care of myself, but I should warn you that I tend to be a little loud sometimes. I hope that’s okay.”
Vera nodded and shrugged at the same time. The poor woman was at a loss of how to deal with me. I headed back to my room and closed the door partway. I was tempted to leave it wide open, but I thought that might be too bold at this stage.
I dropped my robe, got down onto my bed, and turned the vibrator on. I positioned myself on my knees with my back to the door. I wanted to embolden Vera to watch just in case she was inclined to peek into my room while I was playing. I began fingering myself and touching the buzzing dildo to my nipples.
Visions of sweet, young Valerie between my legs came to me, her darling face pressed to my hairy pussy, hungry for the taste of my horny fuck hole. I slipped the dildo up inside me and let out a moan. It wasn’t full volume, but enough to be heard by anyone in the apartment with me.
I then pictured the scene from just a few hours ago. I pulled Gary’s blanket down as he slept to expose his morning hard-on. I licked and sucked his balls until he stirred, then took his cock in my mouth, circling my tongue around his soft head. He let me do all the work, which I didn’t mind one bit. I bobbed up and down on his erection, my lips wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. I let out another moan recalling that moment of silent bliss we shared when his balls tightened and he filled his mother’s mouth with several spurts of precious semen. I’ll never grow tired of giving my son that kind of pleasure.
I was bouncing up and down on the dildo by that point, the base of it wedged against the mattress leaving my hands free to play with my tits and tug on my nipples. I was panting and moaning as I fucked my toy. Knowing that Vera could hear me made it all the more exciting. Imagining that she was listening, and maybe even touching herself as I had, propelled me quickly toward orgasm. I wanted to turn and see her standing in my open doorway, slacks and panties pulled down, fingers in her pussy, desperately beating off to the sight of me humping my dildo. I didn’t dare look and risk spoiling the fantasy.
“Oh, yes!” I blurted out in a barely restrained wail. “Fuck me. Fuck that horny pussy!”
That was all it took to send me over. I dropped down, plunging the dildo as deep as it could go and cried out with a series of orgasmic moans that left no question as to what was happening. I flopped over on the bed and let the sex chemicals flow through my brain like an addict who’d just shot up. I glanced at the door, but there was no evidence that Vera had been there.
After a few minutes I forced myself to get up. I wanted to laze around some more, but I also wanted to see my housemate before my high wore off completely. Instead of my robe, I slipped on a pair of panties and a skimpy white tank top. I tweaked my nipples to make sure they were showing through the light fabric.
Vera was on the sofa conspicuously flipping through a magazine. I went to the kitchen sink, rinsed off my fuck buddy, and left it standing on end next to the scarf on the table. I went and plopped myself down at the other end of the sofa.
“Whew, I needed that,” I said, patting the front of my panties suggestively.
Vera’s eyes flicked to me and quickly returned to the magazine she wasn’t reading. “Yes, it sound like you have good time.” She bit her lip as if upset with herself for saying that out loud.
“I’m sorry, I have a bad habit of being a bit noisy when I’m excited. I should be more careful.”
“No, is not bad,” she said. She looked at me, her eyes going from my face to my tits then back up. “I mean…I glad you have fun and it is good to hear.”
I couldn’t be certain, but I decided to interpret that as her telling me she liked listening to me make myself cum. I let a hand casually drift to one of my breasts.
“It was fun, but it would be more fun if it was with another person.” I pinched my nipple. Vera blushed and looked at her magazine. “It’s been so long,” I lied.
“You are very beautiful,” Vera offered, “you can find a man for that easy.”
I wasn’t sure how far I should push things. “I didn’t say the other person had to be a man.”
Vera looked at me without making an effort to hide her shock. “Oh! I did not know you were…that way…”
“Aren’t we all a little bit ‘that way’?” I asked with a friendly wink. “No, I’ve just been thinking lately that maybe another man isn’t the answer for me right now. As much as I love a nice cock, maybe it would be better for me to be with someone that wasn’t interested in anything more than just making each other feel good.” I rolled my hard nipple between my fingers as if it were as natural a thing to do in front of her as twirling a lock of my hair.
“When you say someone…you mean a woman, yes?”
“It’s not something I’ve ever done before,” the lies were piling up, “but I’ve always thought about it. It’s not something I would have seriously considered when I was younger, but nowadays it seems like everyone’s doing it.”
Vera nodded absently, her mind going somewhere I couldn’t guess at. “Yes. The girls go with girls easy today. It is a sin, but maybe no such a bad one.”
“Masturbating is a sin, too,” I laughed, “but that’s what confession is for. Right?”
“You say bad things,” she scolded me, then gave in to a laugh herself. She looked me over, making no secret of the fact that she was taking in my barely concealed tits and noticing the slight camel toe I was rocking downstairs. “I thinking I need to make a sin with your boyfriend now, too.”
With that cheeky comment, she got up from the sofa, retrieved the dildo from the table, and headed to her room. Even though I’d just cum, I was suddenly horny all over again. Vera had certainly come a long way from the serious, sullen woman she had been when I first met her. The question this raised was how much farther was she willing to go?
I heard what I thought was a moan. I held my breath and listened. The sound came again. I got up and peeked down the hall. Vera’s bedroom door wasn’t closed all the way, just like I had done. That saucy vixen. My hand was in my panties before I knew it. As my mental debate about what to do next bounced back and forth in my head, I was already creeping toward her door, getting more and more turned on as the sounds of her breathing heavily and moving around on the bed became more distinct.
My only intention was to listen, but I found myself leaning in just to check if I could see anything. A sudden tingle shot from my clit to my asshole. I could see something.
It wasn’t much. Some naked skin, an arm it turned out. That arm was moving suggestively. The flash of a breast. Dark nipple. More soft, lilting moans. She was surely masturbating. The wet sound of repeated penetration. But there was no buzzing. She was definitely fucking herself though.
“Yes…” I heard Vera whine softly. “So bad…”
I fingered myself quicker, trying not to make any noise. This was insanely hot. And I needed to see more.
I lightly touched the door, pushing it just a little. My narrow view expanded. Vera’s bare tits and tummy were revealed to me. Her body was sensuously alluring. Her proportions were similar to her daughter’s, but the maturity of her figure, the years of experience it suggested, made it even sexier. Any teenage girl can have a hot body, but at her age it takes a special lady to provoke the kind of desire I was feeling.
“Why you make me do this…?” Vera moaned quietly as she writhed. She was fucking herself faster. I had my middle finger up inside me, moving to match her pace.
I wanted to see what she was doing between her legs. I gave the door another nudge. I could see my target, but there was the tiniest of creaks from one of the hinges. I froze, cursing myself for being too greedy, then annoyed that I never thought to oil those stupid hinges before they moved in.
Vera paused for a brief moment at the suspicious noise, then carried on. I couldn’t see much from my angle, but her legs were open, both hands were down there, and there was no doubt she was fucking herself with the dildo. There was a large tuft of dark pubic hair that appeared even fuller than mine. I never wanted to put my face in another woman’s cunt as much as I did right then.
“I am cumming…” she moaned, not as quietly before. “I make my pussy cum…”
My fingertip found my magic spot up inside me, and I pressed the heel of my hand against my throbbing clit. I was determined to cum with her. Her legs flexed, her hips rose to meet her thrusts with the toy, and the sounds of wet sex became louder.
“Aiee, aiee, aaaaaaaie…” Her body arched up off the mattress and I knew she was being rewarded with a wonderful orgasm. A second later, I was sharing that same feeling.
It was all I could do not to cry out as my vision dimmed and my knees weakened. By the time my pleasure waned, Vera was lying motionless. I took one more longing look at her nakedness, and tiptoed away guiltily. Would she notice that the door was open wider than when she started? Did I give myself away when the door creaked? Did she suspect I was there and finish anyway?
I arranged myself on the sofa and picked up the magazine she had been looking at earlier. It was almost ten minutes before she rejoined me in the living room. She was dressed as before, but as she approached it was clear by the pronounced sway of her breasts that she hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on.
“Now there’s the look of a satisfied woman,” I teased as she sat down.
“A little bit satisfied, yes. Doing it for yourself is no the same as with someone else.”
Was the fact that she said “someone else” instead of “a man” meaningful, or was I reading too much into it? She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.
“Well…if you’re ever interested…” I teetered on going one of two ways with the rest of that sentence. I chickened out. “…we can always go out one night and maybe meet some nice men who would be willing to do it for us.”
Vera’s expression became a mix of shock and amusement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she clucked with a shake of her head. “So bad. No…I don’t think strange man is what I need right now.”
“Fine, then, we can look for a couple nice women instead.” My gut clenched. I was going too far too fast!
She chuckled, but the shock had faded and only amusement remained. “That is for silly schoolgirls,” she said wistfully, “no for grown up like us.”
Not what I was expecting to hear. I was still trying to figure out the most advantageous response when she spoke up again.
“I have to admit to you something.” Her face became troubled. She wanted to tell me, but she was afraid of how I’d react. “A week ago, I open bathroom door and see you son. He was with no clothes on, going to go in the shower. I see his thing down there. It was a little bit hard.”
She looked to see how I was reacting. I guess my blank stare was enough to encourage her to go on with her confession.
“He have his music things in his ears, so he no hear me. I close the door and go away.” She struggled for a few seconds before going on. “I think about him later in my bed. I remember his penis and have wrong ideas…”
File this under last thing I expected to hear.
“Okay…”
“I feel sorry for it and worry you hate me for this. I think on him many times at night.”
“I guess I can’t blame you. He is a good looking young man.” My head was racing. Was I feeling a bit jealous, or just excited by the possibilities? How could I use this to my advantage to get what I wanted? “If I saw your son Cris like that, I’d probably fantasize about his cock, too.”
“You no mad at me?”
“Why would I be?” I scooted close and took her hand. “We’re all crammed in this tiny apartment. We can’t avoid seeing and hearing things. Things that are normally private. You saw my son naked and it turned you on. That’s perfectly understandable given your situation.”
“I think too much about sex lately,” she said. Her regretful statement seemed designed for me for me to counter it. “He so young. I’m such old lady. I can’t think about boys that way.”
“I’m sure Gary would be flattered if he knew you were thinking of his cock and touching yourself.”
Vera looked away, but didn’t deny my allegation.
“Still…” She trailed off, probably distracted by more thoughts of my son’s dick.
“Was it nice? Gary’s penis…?”
“Very nice,” she said without thinking, then suddenly remembered who she was talking to. Her cheeks flushed. “He is good boy.”
“They grow up so fast.” For some reason it occurred to me then that I hadn’t heard her wash or rinse off after she’d finished in the bedroom. I lifted her hand and kissed her fingers in what appeared to be a friendly gesture of support. The scent of pussy was there. “You know,” I said with a jaunty tone, “if you asked, I wouldn’t be surprised if Gary would have sex with you. He thinks you’re a hot momma. What they call a MILF these days.”
“Oh, you crazy!”
“Maybe. But I still think he wants to fuck you.”
“He is my daughter boyfriend!”
“And a guy.”
“He won’t be a cheat.”
“Maybe not,” I conceded. “I did try to raise him right. But here we are, two horny women and we have two hot young men cooped up in this little apartment with us.” I shot her a wink.
“I already feel bad, and you going to make me feel worse,” she said with a hint of a giggle.
“You fuck my son, and I fuck yours. That sounds like a fair deal.”
“Oh my God! How do you even say that? You are the devil.”
“Can you imagine? We’ve been doing it with old men for so many years. Wouldn’t it be nice to be with a young guy, who has a really hard cock, and could fuck us as long as we wanted instead of falling asleep after two pumps?”
“Mmm, yes.” Her hardening nipples became obvious beneath her blouse.
“They would do whatever we wanted, and we could teach them new tricks. You’d be in your room making love to Gary, and I’d be right next door having sex with Cris.”
“Stop. I will go to hell just from listening to you.” Her eyes told me she wanted to hear more.
“I know you want my son’s nice penis.”
“And also you want the penis of my boy.” She shook her head again, a weak effort to deny what we both knew was true. “It is only something to think about,” Vera insisted.
I became aware that if I didn’t do something in that moment, this opportunity would be wasted.
I slipped my hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my panties. “How about we think about it together?” I leaned back on the sofa and opened my legs while I continued massaging my cunt. “Tell me what you want to do with my son’s cock.”
Vera hesitated. The fear in her eyes slowly ebbed and was replaced by lust. She unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her full breasts. She leaned against the armrest and pinched both of her nipples, her gaze focused on my circling hand.
“I would go on my knees in front of your son Gary and suck his big cock in my mouth.” Her fingers twisted the dark flesh at the tips of her breasts. “No you say to me what would you do with the penis of my son?”
She was hooked! I couldn’t believe we were really about to do this…
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