Open Door Policy 30

Open Door Policy, Ch. 30
by DirtyMindedMom

I peeked out from my bedroom and couldn’t believe it might actually be about to happen. Cris was away for the weekend at a basketball camp. It was Friday night and the season finale of Vera’s favorite TV show was on. We’d all gathered in the living room to watch with her. Halfway through, Valerie yawned and stretched, then announced she was too tired to stay awake. I feigned sleepiness as well, and turned off the last remaining light before I retired to my bedroom. This left Vera and Gary alone in the darkened living room.

I opened my door just enough to peek through a thin crack and was just able to see the two of them at opposite ends of the sofa by the light of the flickering TV. Vera was focused on the dramatic developments in her show, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise when a twist came, or making a comment in a language Gary didn’t understand whenever a plot point resolved itself. I couldn’t imagine what my son was thinking, but I could tell he was nervous. How would he turn this situation from a casual night in front of the TV to something more?

When Vera’s glass of sangria got low, Gary thoughtfully refilled it for her.

“You no have to stay up with me if you no want,” Vera said as he settled back into his seat.

“And not find out who killed Carlos? No way – you’ve got me hooked now.”

Vera spent the rest of the commercial break sharing her theory of who killed who and why. Ten minutes later both of them let out a cry of disappointed frustration when the show ended on a cliffhanger that left Carlos’ killer a mystery. Before Vera could think of ending the evening there, Gary began quizzing her about who it could be and other details of the show. Smart move.

Watching from my bedroom in nothing but a pair of panties, I was impressed with how smooth my son could be with an older woman. But, at the same time, I was dying for him to make a move. My back was getting sore from peeping for so long!

Every chance he got, he angled the conversation toward the romantic relationships on the show. I don’t think Vera even noticed how he was keeping her attention on the sexual intrigue of the show.

“I think Maria and Diego should get together.”

“No!” Vera objected. “He is much too young for her.”

“I don’t think so. It’s obvious she wants him.”

“Maria can no do that with her boss’s son. That would be bad.”

“I don’t know…” Gary gave Vera a devilish glance. “I think that if two people are attracted to each other then that’s all that matters.”

“That is because you are too young to know better.” Vera sipped her sangria, clearly in no mood to cut the conversation short.

“Yeah, but even at my age I know when a woman is beautiful and sexy, even if she’s older than me.”

“You should only have eyes for my daughter if you are her boyfriend.”

“Valerie is very beautiful, but it’s only because she got if from her mother.” My boy flashed one of his winning smiles as Vera waved off his compliment.

“You shouldn’t talk crazy like that.”

“You sound like my mom,” Gary chuckled. “I told her how pretty I thought you were, and she said I was going to get myself into trouble.”

“You momma is smart lady.”

“She is,” he conceded, “but it doesn’t change the way I feel when I see you.”

“What way do you feel?”

She was taking the bait. Between the fruity wine, the fertile seeds I had planted in her mind earlier, and the way Gary was working her, she was willing to hear things that just a couple months ago would have been unthinkable for her.

“I…I probably shouldn’t say, Mrs. Ramos.” He slid toward her, closing the gap between them. “The way I feel when I’m around you – the things I think about – they’re not very, um…respectful.”

“Oh…?” Instead of a sip of sangria, she took a gulp. “You have bad thoughts for me?”

“I don’t think they’re bad.” He cast his eyes down toward is crotch.

Vera couldn’t help but to look there as well. There was no way she couldn’t have noticed the bulge in his pants. I held my breath. This was the point where she’d either flee before things went any further or she’d stay and signal her willingness to see where this might go.

“We all have bad thoughts sometimes. Even when you are old woman like me.”

He’d hooked her. I quietly eased my panties down in anticipation of what was coming.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Ramos, but you’ve been away from your husband for a couple months now. I don’t know how things were in your marriage before you left, but I’m sure a woman like you must feel like you’re missing out on something.”

“What you think is a woman like me?”

“I haven’t known you long, but I can see that you are a good mother, a faithful wife, and devout woman. I also see that you have desires. Needs.”

It was nice to see that my coaching sessions with Gary weren’t wasted. He was saying all the right things just as I had taught him. I pressed my hand between my legs dying for her to give in to my son’s charms.

“I don’t…” Vera gave up on whatever protest she was about to levy. She patted Gary on the knee, then left her hand there suggestively. “You see too much. I been lonely in that way for a long time. When my husband took me in bed, it was for him only. There was nothing for me. There was a time when we were lovers, but that was gone away for many years.”

Gary resisted saying anything and let the silence linger. He brushed Vera’s hair aside and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Her hand moved up his thigh.

“But…it no matter what I want. I must think of my daughter.”

My son moved a little closer. “I understand. But you should know that I like Valerie, and she likes me, too. It’s just not like we’re totally in love or anything. We’re dating and stuff, but we aren’t planning on getting married or anything like that. It’s just for fun.”

“So, you are only using my daughter for fun?”

I hoped Gary knew that he was on dangerous ground. “Yes, in a way I guess I am. But she is using me for the same thing.”

Vera put her wine glass down. I couldn’t read her expression well enough in the dim light to know what direction things might be going.

“And you have sex with her?”

Gary thought about his answer. “We have sex together. Valerie is a very sensual person. She likes sex a lot. And I have a feeling she takes after her mother.”

“My goodness, you are such a bad boy.”

I wanted my son to just jump on her and go wild. I wanted to scream at Vera to quit resisting and give my boy what he wanted. My fingers went deep as I wondered if Valerie was listening at her door and touching herself like I was, watching to see if her boyfriend would be able to seduce her mother.

“I don’t think sex is bad, Mrs. Ramos.” He leaned into her. “And I don’t think you do either.”

She put her hand back on his leg as if to hold him back, but her touch could be interpreted another way.

“It no matter what I think. You must stop. I am old woman and you are young boy. Nothing like what you think can happen.”

She could have gotten up and walked away. That would have ended it. Instead, she stayed there on the sofa with my son, his cock bulging in his pants. She knew what he wanted, and I could see that she wanted it, too. She was trying to give in too easily, but at the same time she wanted him to keep pushing.

“I get it,” Gary said. “You feel like you have to put your daughter first. You think that her needs are more important than yours. But the truth is that you do have needs of your own. A woman’s needs that you’ll have to satisfy sooner or later.”

Vera tried to stay focused on the TV, but it was clear she wasn’t paying any attention to what was flashing on the screen. Her hand remained on Gary’s leg, her willpower weakening by the moment.

“You seem to know a lot about women for such a young boy.”

“My mom tries to teach me what she can. She tries to show me how to be a good man. She tells me a lot of things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like some of the things that happen here when none of us kids are around.”

Her body stiffened and she took her hand away from Gary’s thigh. Had he gone too far? I feared the show was about to come to a quick and unsatisfying conclusion.

“I don’t know what you think you are saying.”

“Mrs. Ramos, I get it if you don’t want to do anything with me, I really do, but…” Gary rubbed his pronounced bulge. “But my mom told me that the two of you masturbated together.”

Vera crossed her arms across her chest and looked away. I pushed my door closed, afraid she might notice it was open just a crack.

“That is crazy. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Okay, but all I want is to do something like that. I’m not saying you have to do anything. I just want to touch myself while sitting next to you.”

When I dared to peek out again, Vera was looking to the ceiling. She hadn’t smacked him and stormed off to her room. That had to be a good sign, right?

“You mother shouldn’t talk to you about that.”

“We’re very close. We talk about everything.” Gary carefully unbuttoned his jeans and eased down his zipper. “She gives me a lot of advice about sex. She and I are very open with each other.”

“And she says something about me?”

“She says you are sometimes lonely for a man. My mom told me that you borrow her toy sometimes to make yourself feel better.”

Vera hung her head and covered her face with a hand. I hoped she wasn’t crying. My stomach began to ache. Maybe this whole scheme was a bad idea. This woman had very little left but her pride, and I suddenly worried that I was undermining this last vestige of self-respect she had to cling on to. I wanted to tell my son to back off, but I couldn’t interfere without causing her even more humiliation.

“She tell you everything.”

“Yes. And it only makes me more attracted to you, Mrs. Ramos.” Gary slipped his cock out. “We don’t have to touch, but at least let me do this…” He began stroking himself.

After what seemed like an impossibly long time, Vera gave in and glanced at what he was doing. She looked away quickly, but soon turned back. She watched my son’s hand move gracefully up and down his hard shaft. She shook her head once, whether at him or at herself I couldn’t tell, but her eyes stayed glued to his cock.

“You mother say how we were naked together?”

Gary nodded. “Yes.”

“She tells you I have sex with her penis toy?”

His hand continued moving slowly. The fat head of his cock glistened in the shifting light of the forgotten television.

“Yes. My mom isn’t shy about that kind of stuff. I’ve known about her dildo for a while. She told me that everyone masturbates and that it’s perfectly natural.”

“It’s for to do in private,” Vera retorted, but not very convincingly.

“You’re right,” Gary agreed even as he pleasured himself in front of her. “But sometimes it’s nice to do it with another person.” He used his other hand to pull his balls out and put them on display.

Vera watched without comment for a time. “Did you mom say how we do more than look at each other touch ourself?”

“More?”

“She no tell you that she kiss and lick between my legs?” Her hand moved back to Gary’s thigh. “That I lick and suck on her pussy?”

Gary was struggling to keep control. “Not really, but I got the idea that you two were doing something like that.”

“My husband no like to lick my pussy. Your momma does it very good. She does it so it feel really nice. So you know about how to lick a woman so she feel real nice?”

Gary couldn’t hold back a grin. “Yes I do.”

“You mother tell you about that?”

“She did. My mom told me about a lot of things.”

“You use your mouth on my daughter?”

This could be heading back into dangerous territory. I squatted down and introduced another finger into my pussy hole as I continued to spy through the crack in my door.

“Valerie loves it when I eat her pussy.”

Vera returned to watching him stroke himself for a bit. “What about my pussy? You want to kiss it and lick it like you momma do?”

“Very much.”

“You don’t care that I’m old lady?”

“Look how hard I am just from sitting next to you.”

There was another painfully long pause. “Okay, listen to me, I will let you use your mouth on me down there. But we have to be quiet, and you can no tell you mother. Understand?”

Gary’s triumphant smile came quick and was easy to see even from my limited vantage. I squeezed my thighs together. This was it! He’d sealed the deal. Seeing my son seduce one of my friends into having sex shouldn’t have been something to brag about, but I was so proud of my boy I wanted to scream. Of course, I was the one who laid much of the ground work. I gave myself a figurative pat on the back for being such a great wingman!

Vera had her slacks pulled down by the time Gary had repositioned himself on the sofa. She held a hand over her pussy protectively. Please don’t tell me she was going to back out now!

“And you no tell my daughter, yes?”

“No way,” he lied. “This is a secret just between us.”

Vera appeared to be torn between the desperately desired rewards and the very real risks (both moral and mortal). All it would take would be for me or Valerie to make a trip to the bathroom for them to get caught. Maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if I found them canoodling on the couch, but in her mind being caught by her daughter would be devastating. Even so, she was willing to put all that on the line for a chance to get eaten out by my son (and maybe more).

Gary gently moved her hand away from her pussy. Vera didn’t put up a fight. He began with her as he often did with me: butterfly kisses up and down the outer lips, sparing a few for that ticklish hollow of the inner thigh. She relaxed a little, leaning her head back. He nuzzled her thick pubic hair and began teasing her with his tongue. I couldn’t see, but I could almost feel those quick lashes of his tongue on my own pussy. Just enough to excite, but not enough to satisfy. Each darting lick only made you want more and more.

I could see Vera’s chest rising and falling more conspicuously. She was staying quiet, but I knew from experience that she would be moaning freely by this point if they had the apartment to themselves. My fingers worked within the folds of my wet cunt. I’d watched Gary and Valerie fuck before, but this was somehow different. This time I was spying like a true voyeur. The anxiety of keeping hidden and not being caught practicing such perversion added to the thrill.

The way Gary’s head was moving I could tell he was in her groove. His tongue would be massaging her inner lips, circling her hard clit, plumbing the shallows of her motherly vagina. Vera’s head turned side to side as she gave herself over to my son’s oral skills. She unbuttoned her blouse and scooped out each of her generous breasts. My mouth watered as soon as those big, dark nipples of hers came into view. She began pulling and twisting to enhance the sexual pleasures already building up within her.

It wasn’t long before Vera was turning her hips in answer to Gary’s proficient mouth. If nothing else, at least I had taught him one lesson that would serve him well for the rest of his life. I found myself hoping he would be up for giving me the same treatment once he was done servicing Vera for the evening. The slurpy sounds coming from my fingers plunging in and out of my hole became too loud. I slowed down and stifled a frustrated whimper.

The pace of everything gradually increased. Gary’s head was moving in circles between her legs. His hands, hidden from my view, were clearly at work somewhere beneath his chin – perhaps in her cunt, or maybe even around her asshole. Vera was straight up humping his face at this point, one hand on the top of his head, the other kneading a breast and occasionally tormenting a distended nipple. I wanted to take a picture, or better yet a video, but I didn’t dare. If all went well, there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the days to come.

It all accelerated suddenly. Vera couldn’t entirely choke down her building cries of delight. Gary’s mouth and nose were buried to the point where I suspected he could no longer breathe. Vera’s legs flexed, propelling her ass up off the sofa and her crotch hard against her young lover’s face. Her whole body shook in a way that had become familiar to me over the past weeks. This woman was cumming in my son’s mouth!

I watched her thrash while Gary held onto her fleshy thighs. My own orgasm fired off at the sight of her climactic spasms. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard a feminine grunt coming from the other direction – from the bedroom where Valerie was “sleeping.” It might have just been my imagination, but I was pretty sure that I wasn’t the only one peeping on the debaucherous scene taking place in my own living room.

Vera fell back to the sofa and struggled to catch her breath. Gary reverted back to those butterfly kisses, knowing her pussy would be too sensitive for continued licking or sucking. After giving her just enough time to recover, he rose up, his cheeks shiny with her juices, and he shed his clothes.

“Please…no…” she rasped weakly.

“Mrs. Ramos,” Gary began firmly, “I’m going to fuck you.”

“No…please…that’s all…” She waved a limp hand at him in an unconvincing effort to shoo him away.

Gary moved over her. “Mrs. Ramos, I’m going to fuck you.”

“You can’t…I’m married…it would be a sin…”

Gary kissed a nipple in passing as he continued to take his place on top of her. “This is it, Mrs. Ramos. I’m going to fuck you.”

“I say no…no…noooo…oh, Deus, me perdoe…yes…oh, yes…”

It was a fine line trying to teach my son that no means no…except when it doesn’t. He played it exactly right in this case, but I had to warn him that it wouldn’t always be so easy to know.

“It’s been so long,” she sighed, her hands roaming over his strong shoulders and back. “Too long…a woman need a man…she need a cock to make love inside her…give all you cock to me…meu doce menino…”

Gary moved with patient control atop his girlfriend’s mother. My envy flared. This was a feeling I hadn’t known – one I would likely never know. The sensation of feeling my son’s cock moving inside me. The reasons I couldn’t let that happen were eluding me as I tugged at my clit trying to put myself in Vera’s place. I almost screamed when I suddenly saw movement close by!

Valerie pushed at my door and I moved to let her in. She was naked also and had obviously been indulging in the live porn show playing out on the sofa.

“This is so crazy,” she whispered close to my ear. Her excitement was all but brimming over. It should have struck me as more strange that a girl was this revved up over her boyfriend fucking her mother. I suppose I was mostly to blame for this unnatural reaction, but I didn’t feel the least bit remorseful. Yes, I was definitely responsible for corrupting this poor young girl, but at least for now she was thanking me for it.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now,” I whispered back, confident that Vera was too distracted by the cock in her cunt that she wouldn’t even care if she could hear us.

“He didn’t put on a condom – do you think he’s going to cum inside my mom?”

“We’ll just have to watch and find out…”

The two of us gathered at the crack of my slightly opened door and spied on them together.

Gary’s hips slowed to a stop. He dipped his head down and took one of Vera’s fat nipples into his mouth and sucked, pulling back as he did and tugging at her full breast. Valerie’s mom clawed at the sofa cushions, the muscles of her throat tightening against her need to cry out. He moved his mouth to the other succulent nipple and gave it the same treatment.

“I love it when he does that to me,” Valerie breathed.

Vera began bucking beneath him, her body begging for him to resume fucking her needful cunt. Gary rose up and gave her what she was silently asking for. After a few long, purposeful strokes, he began pumping his cock into her at a comfortable pace. I tried to imagine that the two fingers I had inside my pussy were my son’s penis, but it just wasn’t the same.

I felt Valerie fumbling around my backside, then a moment later she introduced a finger of her own into me. The two of us worked my pussy hole together in tandem. It still wasn’t my darling boy’s cock, but it was better than my fingers alone. I found my fellow voyeur’s pussy in the dark and sought out her stiffened nub. I rubbed her clit while she fingered her own hole. It was a little like playing an x-rated game of Twister the way we were frigging ourselves and each other at the same time while both still being able to peek through the door together, but we made it work.

Gary and Vera were really fucking at that point. He was hammering his cock into her faster and faster. She was taking him like a seasoned pro and answering with well-timed thrusts of her own. I was impressed that my boy could last as long as he was without blowing his load. There were men twice his age who hadn’t mastered that kind of self-control. I was sure Vera appreciated it too. After so long she wasn’t looking for a quickie. This woman wanted to make it last. She didn’t know how long it would be before she would have a chance to get another cock inside her so she was milking it for all she could. Little did she know, I was going to make sure she got plenty more dick in the very near future.

“Listen to her,” Valerie hissed in wonder. “She’s going to have an orgasm soon. Gary’s going to make my mom cum with his cock.”

I didn’t detect any jealousy or resentment. Valerie was genuinely turned on by what was happening. I had worried that she wouldn’t respond as positively as I hoped to seeing her mother having sex – there is often a big gap between fantasy and reality – but she seemed more than fine with it. I suppose after watching me be intimate with my own son may have adjusted her attitudes when it came to parents and sex. This, along with her penchant for spying on her brother jerking off, must have made it a lot easier for her to view family members in a sexual way that other girls her age wouldn’t be able (or willing) to. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, and from the way Valerie was working her clit against my finger meant she was close, too.

“Oooh…yes…”

“You like that, Mrs. Ramos?”

“So good…keep going more…”

Gary went faster and harder. “You like that cock, don’t you? You love getting fucked.”

“I love it…fuck me hard just like you do for my daughter’s pussy…”

Vera was losing control. Her voice was becoming loud enough that Valerie or I might have been able to hear her even with our doors closed. Maybe that’s what she was hoping for.

“Are you going to cum, Mrs. Ramos? Are you going to cum on my cock?”

“Yes…I’m going to cum…do it to me!”

I heard Valerie gasp, then shudder. Hearing her mom talk dirty to her boyfriend was too much for her to hold out any longer. Her finger pushed up deeper inside me as her body tensed. Soon she relaxed and leaned against me, her flesh hot against mine.

“You fuck so much better than Valerie,” Gary groaned. “Her pussy is tight, but she doesn’t know how to fuck like you, Mrs. Ramos.

She clawed his back, turned her head to the side, and screamed into a cushion. I could barely make out the muffled words, but she was chanting “Fuck me! Fuck me!” in a rapid stream of pleading cries. Gary poured it on like a champ and suddenly Vera’s mature body was wracked with the kind of unrestrained convulsions that can only come from an orgasm bordering on a seizure.

As soon as Gary felt that she’d hit her peak, he pulled out and sprayed her with cum. One more pump and he would have filled her cunt with his precious baby juice. Instead, it spurted on her wobbling tits, her soft belly, and all over her sweaty puss.

“Again, again!” Vera begged before he had a chance to squeeze out the last few drops. Just like that he was back inside her, pushing himself to the hilt, grinding into her, filling her to the deepest reaches. It was then that Valerie’s thumb pressed against my asshole and my turn to have a shuddering orgasm arrived. I could feel my eyes rolling back and all the built up eroticism of the night collapse into a singular sensation that took command of my cunt.

I lost the strength in my legs and had to go down to my knees. I knelt there hunched over and worked my pussy even harder, shepherding along my orgasm with desperate fingers, trying to keep it alive for as long as I possibly could. I’d seen my son have sex before, but not like that. He was somehow different with Vera – with a mature woman like me. Would it be like that if he fucked me? Would my son fuck me as good as that? Better?

I could hear Vera cumming again, but I was too enthralled with my own climax to do any more than listen and envy her. My son’s cock was causing her to make those sounds. My own boy’s big hard cock had fucked her so good that she had begun quietly weeping in the next room. If her orgasm was only half as good as the one I’d had watching them, then she finally knew what a true miracle felt like.

Valerie knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her arms. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek, then slipped away. It took several seconds for me to gain enough awareness to realize she had silently slipped back to her own bedroom. I remained on my knees taking long, slow breaths and enjoying the dizzy high I was feeling. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before I heard movement in the living room.

I peeked and saw that instead of cleaning up and returning to their rooms, Gary was sitting on the sofa and Vera was straddling his lap about to mount him for another round. My son’s cock stood up straight and true, as hard as if he hadn’t just spent himself in a lascivious frenzy. The angle was difficult for me to see everything, but the light from the TV was just bright enough to watch Gary’s inexhaustible penis disappear into the generous embrace of the older woman’s cunt.

I found myself too drained to stand or crouch at the crack of the door. I stretched out on the floor, my head near the opening so that I could hear the subdued sounds of their lovemaking. I toyed with my pussy in an almost leisurely way, lacking the energy to do much more. As the couple reached yet another crescendo, I managed to eke out one more soul soothing orgasm for myself.

Before I fell asleep there on the floor, I managed to crawl to my mattress and pass out there. I awoke some time later. Someone was lapping at my pussy. I couldn’t muster enough sense to tell if it was Valerie, Gary, or Vera. Maybe Cris had come home early from camp. The very idea that it could easily be any one of my housemates made me smile as I floated within the twilight realm between waking and dreaming. I tried to stay awake to find out if my lover in the dark would make me cum, but I gave in to the beckoning comforts of oblivion before learning my fate.

The next phase of my plan had the highest degree of difficulty yet, but I was feeling confident I could make it happen…

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Say What?

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Slippery Tip #6: Use Dialogue Effectively

Dialogue is when the people in your story talk. It’s one of the most dynamic and engaging ways to tell your story, but it’s often underused in porn. Dialogue can be very effective for revealing character, for filling in background, for moving the plotforward, and for rescuing your story from being a series of big blocks of dense text on the page. It’s a very handy storytelling tool. The difficult part is making it sound natural.

Accomplishing this is more of an art than a science. Paradoxically, the quickest way to make your characters sound NOT normal is to try to mimic the way people actually talk. Real people are all over the place and if you wrote down what they said word for word they would sound like blithering idiots. Story dialogue is a stylized version of speech that rarely exists in the real world, but feels like it does.

One of the most common problems I see is failing to use contractions. We almost always use I’ll, you’re, and they’d rather than I will, you are, and they would. There are certain idiomatic phrases where it sounds awkward to use contractions, but otherwise it comes across as formal and stilted. This is why robots and alien often don’t use contractions – it makes them sound weirdly different when they talk.

It’s sometimes good to give certain characters verbal “tags,” but be careful not to overdo them. Don’t have Judy start every line with “So” or “Well.” Use these sparingly and readers will pick up on it. Same goes for accents. Don’t try to faithfully represent a character’s accent phonetically (“I pahked my cah in Havahd Yahd”). This is difficult to read and gets annoying. Again, just a few little hints of an accent here and there will do the trick nicely.

Keep in mind that dialogue is usually a rapid back and forth exchange. People rarely make long speeches when they’re having a conversation with someone. Even if they do, it’s usually a good idea for the other character to inject a comment just to break things up. Each line should move things forward. If you can remove the line and it doesn’t “break” the forward momentum of the scene, then you probably don’t need it. This is often the case with “chit chat.” Yes, it may be realistic, but for the purposes of a story it must be distilled down to its minimal essence.

Another important aspect of dialogue to consider is the idea of subtext. People are often indirect about what they say: there are the words, and then there’s what’s behind the words. “Sorry I’m late, honey,” Jack said. Jill forced a smile. “Not to worry, dear. As a matter of fact, the other wives have become quite jealous of all the free time your late nights at work give me.” Here we see that instead of being angry and lashing out, Jill is saying the opposite of what she feels in a sweet, passive aggressive way, and she is planting seeds of doubt in her husband’s mind. What’s she doing with all that “free” time? Meeting strangers online for role play fantasies? Sucking the neighbor’s cock? Interracial, latex fetish, bukakke gang bangs? The best dialogue forces the reader to pay attention in order to interpret what’s really being said.

Beyond the challenge of creating compelling dialogue, there is also the grammatical mechanics of how to present it on the page. There are just a few simple rules, but it’s probably the area that most new writers have the most difficulty with. I’ll cover some of the biggest technical aspects of dialogue in my next installment.

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Dream Cum True

I received an email last week asking if I’d ever written about one of my threesome fantasies with my brother and father. I haven’t (as far as I can recall), and so I decided to correct this lapse and share one of the versions of the incestuous three-way scenario I’ve gotten myself off to ever since I was a horny girl of seventeen.

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I have the house to myself – which obviously means I’m naked. I’m in my brother’s room lying on his unmade bed. I love the way it smells in here. Masculine scents of dirty clothes, stale Right Guard, and musky sports gear. There are none of the flowery perfumes that permeate my frilly bedroom. I’m in a completely different world.

As horny as I’m feeling, I do my best to keep my fingers away from my bare pussy. Instead, I absently roll one of Nick’s old baseballs across my tummy, down over the small hump of my pubic mound, then up between my less-than-fully-developed breasts. I can feel the frayed red stitches as they pass over my puffy nipples. I let go and watch the ball balance for a moment, then slowly roll down and settle over the tiny hollow of my belly button. My pussy clenches tight when I wonder if I could fit the whole thing inside me. A golf ball or two would be easy, but a baseball…? Not so much.

My daydreaming keeps me distracted enough so that when Nick appears at the door, I scream. The ball thuds to the floor and bounces a few times. There I am, completely exposed, my brother looking at my naked body, my legs open, my pussy on display, my cheeks turning red. Nick smiles. God, what are the chances that the cutest guy I know also just happens to be my own brother.

“Hey, Rachael.” He tosses his stick, helmet, and roller blades onto a pile of junk in the corner. “You waiting for something?”

“I’ll give you one guess.” I spread my outer lips to show him how wet my inner pinkness is.

“Um, let’s see…” Nick pulls his sweaty t-shirt off over his head and I can smell his body from where I’m lying. “You need help with your homework?”

“I need help with your cock.”

My brother drops his shorts and underwear both at once. He has already started to get hard. I can’t take my eyes off of his growing cock. I’d seen it for the first time just over two months ago, but it still fascinates me like nothing else in the world. By the time he reaches the bed, his erection is at full strength and pulsing like it’s trying to get even harder.

“What kind of help?” He crawls onto the bed, pausing to lightly bite the pale flesh of my inner thigh.

“Gross!” I protest and wrinkle my nose. “Aren’t you going to take a shower first?”

“What’s the point? You’re going to be just as sweaty and stanky as me in a few minutes anyway.”

He was right, of course, but I had to at least pretend like I’m not turned on by absolutely everything about him. “Disgusting pig,” is the best insult I can manage as his lips touch mine and his body settles on top of me. God, there’s nothing so erotic as naked skin against naked skin. I shiver with delight as we fit ourselves together. I’m trapped under his weight. He can do whatever he wants with me and I’ll be helpless to stop him. Not that I would, but the feeling of being completely under his control is beyond exhilarating. With anyone else it would be fear, but with my brother it was unconditional trust. I was his, he knew it, and he would never do anything to hurt me.

“Does that mean you don’t want my hog?”

“You always know just what to say to ruin the mood.” I manage to sound derisive, but I’m unable to keep from laughing at his lame wordplay.

“I could go watch TV instead,” he threatens, catching one of my soft nipples between his teeth.

My breath catches in my chest in anticipation of the pain he could cause if he wanted. Nick holds me at the edge for only a few moments before soothing my tender nub with his tongue. Goosebumps everywhere. God, he’s good.

“No,” I pout. “Stay here and fuck me.” My hands roam over his muscled back. “Please.”

“Alright. Just a quick one though.” The tip of his cock touches my swollen girl parts and makes me squirm. “I’m not going to waste another whole night banging my horny little sister.”

I’d lost count of the number of nights we’d “wasted” with each other since my big brother took my virginity. Actually, he didn’t take it – I gave it to him. He would probably say that I practically threw it at him. I knew he’d been with a couple other girls already, but I didn’t care. All that matters now is that we are lovers. Although, I’m sure he doesn’t think of us that way. I’m just a convenient place for him to stick his dick when he’s feeling horny. But I don’t care about that either, as long as he was willing to put up with me, I’m happy to let him use my body however he wants.

The head of his big cock ventures down low and finds my opening.

“Don’t cum inside me,” I remind him, as I do each time we get to this point.

“Hey, you’re the one who doesn’t want to use condoms.” He pushes his cockhead into me.

“Condoms aren’t sexy.” I try to relax and focus on the sensation of him sliding slowly into me. Stretching me open. Filling me. Possessing me.

“Neither are incest babies.” He pauses before he’s all the way in. He’s too big for me to take it all – or maybe it’s that I’m too small. Nick knows if he goes much further it will hurt me. He draws back and I moan. It feels totally different going out from when he goes in. How is that even possible?

“Neither is that word.” I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him tight.

“Ha. You don’t mind having incest sex with your brother, but you don’t want to hear the word.”

“It’s not like that with us.” I’m having a hard time concentrating on my argument as he moves in and out of me with perfect rhythm.

“Okay, crazy. But like it or not this is incest.” He leans down and kisses my neck, sending me to a whole new level of pleasure. “And you love it.”

There is no use trying to deny it. “Yes! I love it. I love fucking you. I love fucking my brother’s big hard cock! Fuck me, Nick. Fuck my pussy!”

Our easy lovemaking gives way to lustful fucking. I feel so small and fragile beneath him. At the rough pace we’re going, the tip of his cock comes dangerously close to jabbing my deepest parts. The fear of being impaled by my brother only makes the thrill more intense each time he pulls back at the last possible moment. He would never hurt me…not intentionally.

“God, Rachael, your pussy feels so fucking awesome.”

“You fuck me so good, Nick. I love your cock so much. Just don’t cum inside me.”

“I’m close,” he warns, his breathing now heavy and fast. “I don’t think I can stop.”

“You have to!” I push against him, but this does nothing to keep him from pounding furiously into my pussy. “You can’t cum inside me, Nick. You promised! Pull out!”

“Damn, Rachael, I can’t! You’re so fucking tight. I going to cum!”

“Don’t! You can cum on my tits! Or…or…on my face!”

Shit! Did I just say that? Nick had asked a couple times if he could cum on my face and I told him no way! I’d never let someone do that to me. I wasn’t going to allow any guy degrade me like that – not even my own brother.

Before I can finish that thought, Nick pulls out and aims his cock at my face. All I can do is close my eyes and mouth as tight as possible and turn away. Just as I do, a warm spurt of jizz hits my forehead, another falls across the bridge of my nose and on my right eyelid, a third coats my cheek. Nick grabs my head and pushes the end of his cock against my lips. I don’t know why, but I open my mouth. His cock flexes and cum oozes onto my tongue. I’m freaking out!

I’d had a little taste of his sperm here and there, but I never let him cum in my mouth before. He got a little upset at me for being such a “prude” and tried to tease me into doing it by calling me a little baby. Maybe I was, but the idea of putting something in my mouth that came out of a guy’s penis was just too disgusting to even think about. But, instead of instantly barfing like I assumed I would, I hold onto his load not knowing what to do. Next thing I know, I’m swallowing it down.

I remain stock still for a few seconds. When I don’t die instantly, I realize that it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, I kind of liked it a little. I feel Nick’s cum dribbling down my face and it tickles. As much as I don’t want to admit it, that feels kind of nice too. There’s no way I can let him know…

“Nick!” The deep voice of our father makes my stomach twist into a sudden knot. “Get off of your sister!”

We are so beyond dead it’s not even funny. Nick jumps away as I scramble for something to cover myself with.

“What did you do to her?”

I’d never heard my dad yell so loud in my life. I can only open one eye, but I’m able to see my father lunge for Nick and grab him by the arm. As strong as Nick is, our dad yanks him around like he’s a rag doll. Dad’s free hand balls into a white-knuckled fist.

“I’m going to break your fucking neck!”

“Daddy, no!” I hear myself scream.

“Rachael? Are you all right? Did he hurt you?”

“No, Daddy, it’s not like that! He didn’t do anything to me. It was my idea! I wanted him to.”

My dad stands still. He really looks at me for the first time. I hadn’t been able to cover up, so I’m just kneeling there on Nick’s bed totally naked. Even if I had been able to hide my body, my face is still covered in wads of dripping cum.

“Your idea?” He lets go of Nick’s arm and it’s pretty obvious that he’s going to have a big bruise there. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s all my fault, Daddy. Don’t blame it on Nick.” Normally in a situation like this I’d be crying, but for some reason I’m not. “It’s something that I wanted for a long time. I’ve been thinking about having sex with Nick since I was fourteen. It wasn’t until a little while ago that I finally got him to do it. You should be mad at me, not him.”

He shakes his head. Dad looks from me to Nick, then back at me. “It was you, Rachael? I don’t believe it.”

Nick stayed silent.

“It’s true, Daddy. I’m sorry.” The knot in my stomach gets tighter as I realize I have nothing to lose by being completely honest. “I couldn’t help it. I have all kinds of sex fantasies. I know they’re bad, but whenever I think about them it makes me so horny. I masturbate all the time thinking about Nick and…and about you.”

“Me?” My dad and my brother both look surprised.

I nod and hang my head in shame. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I think about you seeing me naked and getting so turned on that your penis gets hard. Then you take it out and jerk off while you watch me play with myself.” I swallow hard and look up.

My dad’s eyes are focused on my little titties. I move my hands away from my crotch and he looks down there. He can see my wispy pubic hairs and my reddened inner lips poking out after just being fucked. Maybe he can even see some of my wetness dripping onto the bedsheets below me. I’m still more scared than I’ve ever been in my life, but I’m also getting horny again knowing that my dad is seeing me this way.

“I told Nick to cum on my face instead of inside me so I wouldn’t get pregnant.” I wait to see if my father would yell at me for talking the way I was. He stays quiet and doesn’t really even seem mad anymore. Just confused. And maybe something else…

“Sorry, Dad,” Nick says in a raspy whisper. “I should have known better.”

Dad just nods. Instead of saying anything, he looks over my naked body again.

“I know what we’re doing is wrong, Daddy, but it feels so good that I can’t help it.” There is a good chance that Dad is deciding to send us to different boarding schools on opposite ends of the country. I can’t let anything like that happen. “I don’t care about any other boys. All I ever think about is Nick and…and you.”

“I…I sometimes—” Dad cuts himself off short. His jaw tenses and he looks away. “It’s wrong…”

“I know, but I think about more than just you seeing me naked. I think about you touching me. With your fingers…and your mouth.” I move off of the bed and stand in front of my father. Nick watches me, not daring to make a sound. “And I fantasize about touching you…about putting you in my mouth…and sucking you.”

My dad turns his head and faces me. It almost looks like he’s going to cry. “You shouldn’t be thinking those things.”

“I know, but I do. I think about you being inside of me.” I press up close to him. His clothes feel rough against my naked skin. “It feels good with Nick, but I want to know what it’s like to be with a man. A man that I really love and who loves me back just as much.”

“I’m not a man, Rachael. I’m your father.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear like he has been doing since I was little. “We can’t. We shouldn’t.”

I sense something in that moment. More than that, I know it as sure as anything.

“No, but we can, Daddy. I’m not the only one who has thought about these things, am I? You think about me too, don’t you?”

“I…no…”

“You think about seeing me naked, and touching me…”

I lift my father’s hand and hold it to my chest. After many long seconds he relaxes his fist. I move his hand to one of my small breasts. It only takes moments for him to give in and feel me. I put his other hand on my other breast. He lightly pinches my fleshy nipples. My dad lets out a shuddering breath. His hands slide down my sides, around to my ass, up my back to my shoulders. With some effort he holds me back at arm length.

“I have, Rachael. God help me, I’ve had those same thoughts. But…it’s still not right…”

“According to this,” I reach out and touch the bulge in my father’s pants, “it doesn’t have anything to do with right and wrong.”

I go down to my knees and unzip his pants. When he doesn’t stop me, I pull my father’s cock out. It’s almost as long as Nick’s and thicker…much thicker. I lean in and take my dad into my mouth. He puts his hand on my head, but instead of pushing me away, he encourages me to take him deeper. I go as far as I can and notice that the knot in my tummy has melted away.

I feel my father wobbling a bit. Without taking him out of my mouth, I urge him to go to his knees as I go down on all fours.

“Oh, God, Rachael…I shouldn’t be letting you do this…”

I know there is no turning back for him. He wants it as much, if not more, than I do. I remember that Nick is still there in the room with us. I glance over and see that he looks somewhat relieved, but also a bit put out. Does he think that I’m throwing him over for Dad? I suck for a little while longer, then come up for air.

“Nick, aren’t you forgetting something?” I wiggle my butt suggestively. “Dad interrupted us before you had a chance to get me off.”

My brother looks at Dad, afraid I’m pushing things too far. A hint of a snarl curls Dad’s lip. I quickly lick his balls, run my tongue up the length of his shaft, and once more wrap my lips around his girth. Our father relaxes, then shrugs. He has lost the moral high ground.

Nick kneels behind me and fingers my puss with his left hand while he pulls on his fear-withered dick with his right. It doesn’t take long before he’s hard again and pushing his way inside his baby sister.

“Oh, God, Daddy…it feels so good when Nick fucks my cunt.” I’m proud of myself for getting my father to let out the moaning whimper that he does. “I can’t wait to see what it feels like when your stretch my little pussy with your big fat cock.”

“Me neither, Rachael. Oh, shit! Me neither!” And just like that my father begins filling my mouth with his cum. This time I’m not afraid at all and swallow his stuff down as fast as I can. It turns out to be more than I expect and I end up gagging a little, but I get it all down. Dad’s load tastes different than Nick’s, but I like it. For some reason it makes me feel like a real woman to let a man cum in my mouth and to eat it all without spitting any out.

“Switch,” I tell them, wanting to feel my dad’s cock inside me before he goes soft.

My father and brother obey without question. Seconds later Nick’s penis is in my mouth, and Dad is behind me spreading me open. I wish I could see the look on his face as he stares at his daughter’s naked pussy for the first time.

“Fuck my little cunny, Daddy,” I beg. “Put your cock in me! I want it so much!”

Dad holds my vagina open and spits on my pussy. I am so wet that we don’t need any extra lubrication, but it makes me feel so dirty that I want him to do it again. Instead, he enters me. Just like Nick, he goes in really, really slow. The deeper he goes, the wider I get stretched. It hurts in a way that’s strangely good. The sounds I’m making are a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You okay, Rachael? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, Daddy. Keep going. Your big cock feels amazing. Give it to me. I want all of it.

“She’s really tight, isn’t she, Dad?”

“Mmm hmm.” Dad still seems a little mad at Nick. Or maybe he’s just embarrassed about giving in so easily. I’m sure when he woke up this morning he wasn’t expecting to be fucking his daughter in front of his son. “Were you the one who taught her to suck cock like that?”

“I…I guess so…”

Dad’s strong hands massage my ass as he pumps in and out of me nice and easy. “Well…you did a good job. You mother has never been able to suck a load out of me that fast. Not even when we were younger and you two were little.”

I can’t believe I’m hearing my dad talk about my mom like that. I could hardly even imagine her having sex much less giving a blowjob. I suck Nick’s cock harder and feel oddly proud of myself. Not only had I seduced my brother into fucking me, but also my own father. A dream come true!

“You can fuck me harder if you want, Daddy. My pussy can handle it. Nick broke me in pretty good with his cock over the past couple months.”

“Hmm, I bet he has.” Dad answers my plea and begins pounding into me with more force. “You’ve been banging your sister every night right under my nose?”

“Pretty much,” Nick confesses. “Most of the time Rachael sneaks into my bed in the middle of the night and sucks my dick until I wake up. Then she rides me until she cums at least three or four times.”

Dad slaps my ass. It stings like hell, but my brother’s cock muffles my scream. “I never realized I raised such a bad girl.” He spreads my butt cheeks and spits on my asshole. “Just don’t let you mother catch you. She’s not as…understanding as I am.” His thick thumb circles around my anus and for the first time I learn that there’s as much pleasure to be had with that hole as with my mouth and pussy. I knew Daddy would be able to teach me things that Nick couldn’t.

Aside from frequent moans and gasps, we become quiet for a while, only paying attention to our bodies and the delectably carnal sins we were committing with each other. I had only lost my virginity a couple short months back, but already I was enjoying two cocks at once. This is something I didn’t think would ever really happen. I’m so glad that it is.

It’s a good five minutes of fucking and sucking before my dad grabs a hold of my hips and really starts slamming into me.

“I’m going to cum,” he growls.

“Shit, me too!” Nick adds.

My whole body is being bounced forward each time my dad pounds into me from behind. Nick is holding my head and fucking my face. I have no control over what is happening to me, but it doesn’t matter because it’s exactly what I want to be happening. The only thing I wish is that I could yell out all the dirty things going through my head.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Dad groans.

I can tell he’s about to blow, and I start to panic. I didn’t tell him not to cum inside me like I always do with Nick. And with my brother’s cock plugging my throat, I can’t remind him now. Oh, fuck!

“Oh, fuck!” Dad slaps my ass again.

“Oh, shit!” Nick grabs two fistfuls of my hair.

All I can do is hope Dad hasn’t completely lost his mind and remembers to pull out. Seconds later I stop caring about any of that because my own orgasm is taking over everything. My daddy is making my pussy cum with his cock. It’s almost too fucking glorious to comprehend!

“I’m sorry, Rachael!” my dad says as he pushes all the way into me. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, baby…”

It almost feels like I’m having two orgasms at the same time, so I’m only vaguely aware that my father is dumping his cum inside me. Before I can even begin to think about the consequences of that, the head of my brother’s cock swells against the back of my throat and suddenly I’m being force fed another healthy serving of man spunk. It slides down easily as my pussy convulses around my dad’s fat cock and my lips seal tight around Nick’s shaft.

Dad and Nick sigh and pull out of me at either end. I gasp for air and let out a sigh of my own. That was the most mind blowing orgasm possible. It can’t get any better than that. My dad leans down and starts kissing my butt cheeks all over. When I giggle, a big glob of his cum spills from my hole and runs down over my clit. It feels wonderfully slimy.

“I’m sorry, Rachael. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You mean cumming inside me?”

“Any of it. And especially that.” My dad can’t stop kissing, licking, and nibbling my butt.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I’m sure it’ll be okay.” I was always terrified of getting knocked up by my brother, but for some weird reason I’m not afraid of the idea of my dad getting me pregnant. I bask in the fading glow of my orgasm and enjoy the feeling of my father practically worshipping my ass. Nick’s softening dick is hovering in front of my face and I give it an occasional lick or kiss as it continues to slowly wilt.

Nick clears his throat. “Yeah, so…Mom is going to be home soon. Maybe we should think about getting dressed or something?”

“Dammit,” my dad curses under his breath. He doesn’t want this to end either. “Okay, but the three of us need to talk about all this and figure some things out.”

“Things like when we can do it again?” I ask with an impish smile. This earns me a playful slap on the rump.

“The answer to that should be never again,” Dad grumbles as he tucks himself away and zips up. “But I have a feeling you’re not going to let me or your brother off the hook that easily.”

“Mom has her planning committee meeting at church tomorrow night. I say we all get together in Dad’s room so we can use the big bed instead of doing it on Nick’s stinky floor.”

Nick looks like he’s good with that plan, but he waits to see what our dad says.

Dad stands up and can’t seem to take his eyes off the jizz dribbling from my cunt. “Just to talk, okay? We have to get things sorted out and make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

“Sure, Daddy. Just to talk.” I give Nick a knowing wink.

He nods and holds back a smile. “Don’t worry, Dad, we’ll figure everything out. Won’t we, Rachael?”

I reach back and slip two fingers into my cummy hole. “Definitely.”

My dad shakes his head knowing the battle is already lost. “I’m going to jump in the shower. You two get dressed.” He heads for the door, reluctant to walk away from his insatiably horny daughter. He waves his arms around as he goes. “And, Nick, open a window and try to get the smell of cum and hot pussy out of your room before your mom gets a whiff of what you two have been doing.”

“Love you, Daddy!” I call after him.

I can tell Nick is more relieved that he didn’t get into trouble than anything else, but I’m super excited that now I have two cocks to choose from whenever I want. Not only that, but I’ll be able to have them both at the same time every chance I get. What more could a girl wish for?

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Like most of my fantasy scenarios, this started more modestly and grew over time. At first, I only noticed our dad spying on us. Then it turned into him catching me and my brother fucking and telling us to keep going while he watched and jerked off. The next evolution had me sucking him off while Nick fucked me, and eventually ended up with my dad also fucking me. The part where he teased my butt didn’t get added until I was in college and had experienced some fleeting assplay. Him spitting on my pussy also came in later and only shows up in the fantasy when I’m feeling like being extra raunchy.

While masturbating to this fantasy, more than any other, I say my “lines” out loud. I beg my brother and father for their cocks and plead with them to give me their cum. I love the exhilaration of saying “Daddy” and “Nick” as loud as I dare to along with all the dirty words I can think of. Even though I only do this when I’m absolutely sure I have the house all to myself, it still feels like I’m taking a huge risk – which makes it all the more thrilling.

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