Intensive Care

My pronounced lack of activity lately is due to an unfortunate series of events that began on Memorial Day when I was forced to visit the Emergency Room. Ugh! This led to a hospital admission and ultimately minor surgery on my foot. I don’t want to go into detail, but it’s nothing all that critical, however it has pretty much side-lined me more than I would like. I ended up spending most of last week in the hospital, and now I’m hobbling around at home unable to take a shower or focus on doing anything more mentally taxing than watching TV. So, basically, my life sucks right now!

I just wanted to post this quick note to let everyone know why I haven’t been able to do any updates lately, and that I may be out of it for a bit longer. Hopefully, as my recovery progresses, I’ll be on fewer mind-numbing meds and regain some of my mental acuity. I’m sorry for the lapse, but I promise that I’ll get back into the swing of things as soon as I’m able.

What a great way to start the summer! Grrr…

Teen Titillations

As a horny teen, I often fantasized about my family as I masturbated. But, I also had a reliable set of non-family scenes I would play out in my mind when I wanted to get off. I thought maybe you’d like to get a quick overview of my greatest hits.

Probably one of my most productive fantasies were scenarios involving one of my many male teachers. My favorite was Mr. Kennet. He was young and handsome, had the build of a jock, and the attitude of a man who had a big, thick cock. My fantasy was fairly simple but it always made me cum like crazy. I had to see him after school about my grades. I wasn’t failing (of course), but I was in danger of spoiling my record of straight A’s. Maybe if I wasn’t daydreaming about Mr. Kennet’s fat cock during class I would be able to focus better! My teacher tells me he can give me some extra credit points if I do something for him. What he wants is for me to take all my clothes off. I’m scared and worried about getting caught, but the humiliation of getting a B is worse than being seen naked. I do as he says and take all my clothes off right there in the classroom. It’s cold and the fluorescent lights are unflattering, but his eyes devour me hungrily. My stomach drops when I see him unzipping his pants. What’s he going to do to me? I want him to do something, but I’m also afraid of what that might be. Mr. Kennet pulls his cock out. It’s as big and thick as I always imagined it was. He leans back in his chair and begins stroking himself. I love watching him jerking off – I’ve never seen a boy do that to himself before. He asks me to turn around and bend over. I willingly obey his request and I look between my knees to see him beating off harder at the view of my butt and pussy from behind. “Spread your ass,” he demands. It’s embarrassing to expose myself like that, but it also turns me on. He stands and moves up close behind me. I’m scared that he’s going to try to fuck me (while also kind of hoping that he does), but instead he groans and shoots a big load of cum all over my asshole. If I haven’t had an orgasm by this point, I usually did when I imagined the feel of his jizz running down over my pussy lips and dripping onto the floor. When I was feeling especially horny, Mr. Kennet would talk to me about my grades during class in front of everyone. All the boys joined him in jerking off to the sight of my naked body while most of the girls just scowled and whispered about what a dirty slut I was.

Another fantasy that I sometimes used had to do with a visit to the doctor. I never got turned on during any actual doctor visits, in fact I was usually freaked out instead. When I was younger, I had convinced myself that when the doctor examined me “down there” that he or she would be able to tell I’d been masturbating. They would inform my mother, and I’d be branded a deviant pervert for life (which I would rightfully deserve!). My doctor fantasy, however, was a lot like my teacher fantasy. A non-specific male doctor would come in for the exam and ask me to take my gown off, leaving me (of course) naked. He would do some standard doctor things – listen to my heart, thump on my back, etc. – then he’d tell me that he needed some pictures for my medical records. This seems weird to me, but I can’t argue. The doctor has me do some poses and he takes several pictures. He assures me that my body is developing nicely, which makes me feel good. He then has me get up on one of the examination tables and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor gets in between my legs and begins taking close up pictures of my vagina. I ask if that’s really needed and he assures me it’s required. He then says, “Now please spread your cunt open for me.” I’m shocked that a professional would use language like that, but I do as I’m told. This is usually where I’d orgasm. If not, the fantasy would continue. He’d hand me the camera and tell me to take over. The doctor would then begin licking and sucking my pussy. While he was eating me out, he’d make little medicalish comments to justify what he was doing to me. “Hmm, yes, it tastes like your Ph levels are in balance…clitoral response is normal, perhaps even above average…vaginal secretions are high but otherwise healthy…mmmmnumnum…” I was having this oral sex fantasy even before anyone had ever gone down on me. If I lasted past this point, a nurse would usually come in, relieve me of picture taking duty, and finger herself while she photographed me getting my pussy sucked off. The combination of getting my pussy sucked while someone watched was a surefire recipe for one of little Rachael’s orgasms.

Rounding out my top three was a fantasy about a couple my parents knew. They would come over the house sometimes for cookouts or to play cards. This couple seemed way too cool to be friends with my mom and dad – a bit younger, both in good shape, and better looking. I’m a little less clear on the details of these fantasies, but it usually involved me sleeping over this couple’s house for some reason. During the night I’d hear noises and go investigate. Obviously I’d find them fucking (and usually it wasn’t in their bedroom, for some reason). I would spy on them while playing with myself. Just the idea of seeing people fuck was a big thrill for me back then (guess it still is). The woman, Judy, would see me spying and invite me to come closer. She would show me Jerry’s penis and teach me how to give a blowjob. While I was learning to suck cock, she would mount her husband’s face and fuck his mouth right in front of me. The scene played out in many different ways depending on how I was feeling at the moment, but is usually involved them touching me all over and closely checking out my pussy together. They’d often ask me to masturbate for them. Once I did, they’d start fucking again. I’d watch them and they’d watch me until we all got off together. The thought of a fucking couple watching me masturbate is a theme that still shows up in my fantasies to this day.

I also had a few hybrid fantasies that involved my brother but was more about his stupid friends. The one I remember the most is where he’d have three or four friends over. He’d come and get me and drag me to the family room where he’d tell me to get naked for them. Sometimes he’d blackmail me into doing it, or sometimes I’d resist and he’d forcibly strip me. One of the guys would put on music and they’d tell me to dance for them. When I did, they’d all take out their cocks and start jerking off to me. I’d quickly get into it, dancing sexy for them and opening my legs wide so they could see my pussy. My brother’s friends would start cumming quickly, but what really got me off was when my brother would make me kneel in front of him and he’d blow his load all over my face in front of everyone. It was the idea of all his friends seeing him do something like that to his horny little sister was what got me off.

There were plenty more, usually inspired by events of the day and the people I’d most recently come in contact with, but these were a few of my dependable go-to’s. Now that I’ve gathered a few of them together, I can see that my teenage fantasies had a very strong exhibitionist streak to them. I suppose it’s only natural for a young girl to want to be admired and desired. In reality, I wasn’t at all confident about my body, and definitely not comfortable about anyone seeing me naked. I have to imagine that’s exactly why my fantasies took on the opposite elements of my real life. I know Freud did a lot with dream analysis, but I wonder if he ever considered sexual fantasy analysis for insights into a person’s true psyche? If not, perhaps I can invent a new branch of psychology. What a job that would be – listening to people’s masturbation fantasies all day! Hmmm…maybe there’s a story idea there…?

Anyway, this was a fun little trip down memory lane for me, and I hope you enjoyed learning about my more “normal” fantasies. Do you remember what thoughts you most often wanked yourself to when you were a kid? If you do, leave a comment and share it with all of us!

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Writer’s Wretreat

School will be letting out for the summer in the not too distant future, and this puts somewhat of a crimp in my lascivious writing hobby. It was a lot easier to get away with writing porn when my little princesses couldn’t read and I didn’t have to worry about them sneaking up behind me in their pink ballet ninja slippers and getting a peek at what Mommy is typing on the computer. It’s also a bit unnerving to try to search the gutters of the interwebs for just the right naked cunt or cock to compliment the latest tawdry tale to find its way onto my blog with my darlings hovering nearby.

For these reasons, and to make up for a marked drop in the production of my own stories, I’m going to be taking a small step back from the blog for a couple months. I still intend to post episodes of Open Door (and perhaps begin steering this thing toward a much needed conclusion), and I’m going to try to get all the stories that I currently have in the hopper from guest writers edited and posted over the next month or so. Other than that, I’m mainly going to put my creative energies (and what time I am able to find) toward pumping out some new stories of my own, including a series I’ve been thinking about that I’d like to post at Amazon just to see how I might do in the “real” world of erotica.

I know this will be a bummer for some, but I think we’ll all be better off in the long run! So, when you see updates slow down dramatically sometime in mid-June, don’t be alarmed. Just think of me sitting in the shade on my back deck tapping away at my keyboard in nothing but a snug pair of bikini bottoms that I slip a hand into on occasions when no one is looking.

Fun, fun, fun in the summer sun!

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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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