Something New Under the Sun

My older brother is such an idiot. All he cares about is girls with big boobs. He’s always making lewd comments about chicks with huge tits when I’m around and doesn’t even care about how it makes me feel. He’s so clueless that he hasn’t even realized that I’ve had a crush on him since I was twelve. I remember how excited I was when I got my first period back then because it meant I had become a woman and I believed that my brother would start seeing me as something other than his stupid kid sister. No matter what I tried, he still barely noticed me, and when he did it was only to tell me to get lost.

When I saw him lying out by the pool, I decided I was done waiting for him to get a clue. Plus, there was no way I was going to start my sophomore year in college still a virgin. I’d saved myself for long enough! I went to my room, took off all my clothes, then went and put on Mom’s sexiest heels, and headed out to the pool. If he didn’t notice me like this, I’d know it was time to give up for good.

He looked over when he heard the clickity-clack of heels approaching. Instead of going back to dozing, he did a double take. I went to the water, bent over, and brushed my hand along the surface. My heart was racing, knowing that my brother had a perfect, sunlit view of my pussy and asshole from behind. I wanted to run back inside and hide like a dumb little kid who’d made a horrible mistake, but I stuck with my plan and moved toward a lounge chair.

“Goin’ skinny dippin’?” my brother asked, his voice raspy.

“Just trying to get a little color on my itty-bitty titties.”

He looked me over, his eyes devouring my naked body for the first time. Sure, I’d flashed him some leg before, and maybe walked around in my panties with an intentional camel-toe, but I’d never let him see everything like this before (even though I fantasized about it almost every night).

“Aww, they’re not that small,” he lied, squinting up at me as I approached.

“You’re the one who’s always making fun of my ‘mosquito bites.’” I pinched both my nipples, forcing them to full attention.

“Yeah, but on you they look perfect.”

I felt an instant tingle between my legs and was afraid I might start dripping right there on the patio.

“You’ve been working out,” I commented as I surveyed his body. “And it looks like you’ve pumped up your love muscle.”

He looked down at the tent in his swim trunks and tried to hide his embarrassment. “Hey, don’t blame me. That’s what he does when he sees a hot naked girl walking around.”

My brother called me hot! This was working out better than I had hoped. I was 99% certain my stupid attempt to get his attention was going to end in nothing but humiliation and ridicule.

“Look, I know you’re my brother, but…I can’t hold back any more.”

With that I went and tugged his swim trunks down. Surprisingly, he didn’t resist. He didn’t yell at me or fight it. Instead, he lifted his butt and let me expose his big, beautiful cock to the sun. I stared at it like it was the first one I’d ever seen. It was actually the third, but it was also the best so far. I wanted my brother more than ever. I took a moment to listen for sounds of our parents coming home early. I was so horny at that point, I almost didn’t care if they caught me doing what I was about to do.

“What’s on your mind, cricket?”

He hadn’t called me that in years, probably not since I was 12. He said I was always chirping about something, and so he started calling me that. I used to hate it, but to hear him call me that now, in this most precarious of moments, told me he wanted it as badly as I did.

“What’s on my mind, dear brother, is to fuck that gorgeous cock of yours.”

Again, there was no argument as I mounted him. I expected at least some resistance. After all, I was his baby sister. Maybe he’d been wanting this all along just the same as me. It was all I could do to keep from hyperventilating as my fantasy became reality. I’d dreamed about this for so long, never believing it could ever happen, then all of the sudden, just like that…

I cried out as I lowered myself onto his hard cock, feeling pain and pleasure in equal parts. His soft head penetrated my tiny opening and I forced myself lower. My brother’s cock was going inside me. He was in my pussy. I was going to fuck my brother…for the first time. For my first time.

I thought I had become a woman that day I got my first period, but as my cunt filled with cock I finally knew what it truly meant to become a woman. I was shaking all over. I was so happy I could have cried, but I didn’t want to spoil what was happening.

“Fuck,” he groaned putting his hands on my hips and encouraging me to begin moving up and down on him. “If I’d known my little sister was a horny slut with the tightest pussy within a hundred miles, I would have done this a long time ago.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for years,” I confessed as I moved slowly, letting him fill me then pulling up so I could recreate that sensation over and over again.

“I had a feeling, but…you know…”

“Yeah, I know…” He had been as afraid to make a move as I had. All it took was for one of us to throw caution to the wind and take the ultimate risk. As I began bouncing up and down on my brother’s impossibly rigid erection, I was glad one of us finally did.

“I’m going to cum!” he called out and tried to push me up off of him.

“Me, too!” I called back. I’d never felt so high before. I was going to cum on my brother’s cock! I rode him even faster trying to reach heaven as fast as I could.

“No! Cricket, you don’t get it! I’m going to cum…like, right now!”

“Oh, fuck!” I yelled, not caring if the neighbors could hear me. “I’m cumming, too! Shit! Fuck me!”

My brother struggled under me. It seemed like he was trying to pull out, but there was no way I was going to release his cock until I was done with the best orgasm I’d ever had. God knows I loved to masturbate, but it didn’t even come close to the feeling of getting fucked.

When I finally did lift off of him, I felt a warm gush flow out of me. Only then did it dawn on me why he had become so panicked. He probably knew I wasn’t on any birth control. I squeezed my inner muscles and more of his thick goo drooled out of my well-stretched fuck hole. Our parents would kill us if I got pregnant. Somehow the idea of having my brother’s baby didn’t feel as scary to me as it should have.

Now…if only our dad was here to lick my dirty little pussy clean and suck all of my brother’s nasty sperm out of me…

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My Dirty Little Mailing List

So, here’s something fun that we can try out together and see how it works: a mailing list!

I’m sure you can think of a lot of things you’d rather try out with me, but I need to experiment with this thing as part of my effort to sell out. It looks like all of the erotica authors have these mailing lists to let readers know when they publish something new. I’ve had many requests over the years from people asking me to let them know when I publish a new chapter of something, which just isn’t practical on a one-to-one basis. I thought about doing something like a mailing list last year, but I realized I had enough going on without the added distraction. Now that I’ve streamlined things a bit with my back-to-basics effort, I think I can now fit this in without it being too much of a hassle.

My plan is to use “My Dirty Little Mailing List” to announce when I publish a new story/chapter at the blog (mine or someone else’s), and maybe for the occasional dirty thought that I want to share exclusively with list members. I’m not anticipating sending out more than a few emails a month, so I won’t be bombing your inbox with garbage on a daily basis. If you have any other creative ideas that I can use this mailing list for, let me know. And don’t worry, if you do sign up for my mailing list, I won’t be selling or trading your email to anyone for any reason, and I won’t be using it to try to sell you anything. I just want to learn how this whole mailing list thing works before I try to use it in the “real world.”

If you want to sign up for my boffo new mailing list, try clicking this link: My Dirty Little Mailing List

(Please note that I had to put in a physical mailing address in for some silly legal purposes, but I used a fake one, so don’t waste your time sending any dick pics there or driving to that address in hopes of peeking in my window while I’m playing with myself in the living room!)

Thanks for helping out, and thanks in advance for being patient with me while I figure all this out!

Hugz,
Rachael

Finding My Niche (Damn, that sounds dirty!)

At the risk of annoying many of you, I’m going to use this post to “think out loud” about my upcoming project to publish my first eThing for sale at Amazon (and possibly elsewhere). I’m still in the research and planning phase, but I’ve found myself hung up on a couple hurdles that should have been fairly easy for me to clear by this point.

As you know, my favorite themes to write about are unacceptable to the broader publishing world. Incest between blood-related family members is, at best, frowned upon, and more often outright forbidden. Also, I can’t write about characters even slightly under 18 exploring their sexuality and discovering the delights available to them right in their own backyard (or, right around the corner in their sister’s or parents’ bedroom). I’m not that hung up on the 18+ thing when it comes to commercial publishing, but what I’m having trouble with is the genre/niche issue.

My loose plan at the moment is to come up with a sexy pen name and write in a particular sexual niche to build up a reputation/audience in that world. From what I’ve read, it’s important to be consistent in terms of what kinds of stories you write under any given pen name. If I write four interracial cuckold stories as Mimi LaRue, when readers buy my fifth story expecting more of the same and instead find that it’s a FFM BBW BDSM story, they’ll feel duped and run me out of Amazon on a rail. If I want to write and sell that story, I’d need to publish it under a different pen name, e.g. Deedee Delite. So, bottom line, you need a different “brand” for each genre you write in. No biggie, I can manage that.

My real problem is that I can’t decide which niche I want to start with! I know that writing for money means I’ll be appealing to a completely different audience. I’d prefer to write something that would directly appeal to my existing loyal followers (that’s you!), but I know you’re all too smart to pay for your porn (ya cheap bastards!). To be honest, I wouldn’t pay for it either when there’s so much erotica out there for free. I guess it ultimately comes down to a matter of how much you value your private one-on-one time with your genitals – I know I’ve spent hours looking for a hot story to get off to and often ended up with a dry pussy, frustrated at not finding something that tickled my kitty in just the right way. All the porn I’ve sampled on Amazon so far has been stuff I’ve downloaded for free, and, to say the least, I haven’t been impressed (with the quality of writing or the storytelling).

Choosing what niche to write in shouldn’t be as much of a problem as I’m making it. My first tip to new writers is always: “Write what turns you on.” For me, blood-relative incest tops the list. Everything after that is a close 2nd or 3rd. The problem with me is that I can get turned on by whatever I put my mind to. As part of writing custom stories or doing role plays for hire, I found that knowing I was turning on my patron was a big part of what got me off while doing that kind of writing, even if the topic of their fantasy wasn’t something I was particularly into for my own sake. If the pregnant feet niche is where the action is, I feel like I could apply my personal take on it and have readers of that genre beating off just as hard as any seasoned pro in that niche can. (Or am I being too cocky for my own good?)

I guess one of the real reasons I’m doing my thinking aloud here is to hear what some of you think. I’m open to suggestions, either based on a fetish you have that you’d like to see me tackle in an eBook, or on where you think I’d fit in when it comes to the commercial “mainstream” world of erotica. The obvious choice would appear to be for me to write pseudo-incest (non-blood relations, such as steps and in-laws), but this niche as a consolation category annoys me. If feels very hypocritical, and the whole idea even though in many jurisdictions such relations are legally still considered incest, the publishers pretend like it’s okay because they want to dodge the moral distaste many have with raw incest, but still profit from its unmatched popularity. I don’t have a problem with writing about a girl lusting after her step-brother, or a man seducing his mother-in-law, if that’s the story I have in my head, but I hate feeling like I have to take my pure daddy/daughter story and force it into being a step-daddy/step-daughter story for the sake of someone else’s sensibilities (someone, btw, who is never going to read my stuff anyway!). For me, there’s more to it than just plugging in a “step-“ in front of whatever the familial relationship is.

Sorry for soapboxing about all this. #firstworldsmutpeddlerproblems

Anyway, I’m open to suggestions, criticism, or just free-floating comments on my possibly ill-advised endeavor and the stumbling blocks I’ve created for myself. Keep in mind that I’m not so much going into this for the money. As I have been from the beginning, I want to do my part to inspire people to orgasm, and have fun with myself while doing it. That being said, I define the success of my stories in large part by how many readers see my work. The more people that read my story, the more orgasms I’m likely to help generate. If this also just so happens to translate into some extra spending money for me to buy exotic, motorized sex toys and slinky lingerie, so much the better for me (and, maybe, my dear hubby)!

Thanks for putting up with me bitching and whining about all this, especially if you’re one of the many who hate the whole idea of me “selling out.”

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P.S. One thing that I’d really like to try my hand at is the hard-boiled erotic detective story. I love reading Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler, but the whole time I’m dying for some hardcore fuck scenes between the gruff detective and some of those drop-dead sexy femmes fatale! My worry is that I might be the only one who feels this way. Even though this is a type of story I’d really like to attempt, I don’t want to start with a flop right out of the gate due to a poor/fringe genre selection. (But, hey, the whole twist in Chinatown was based on incest, right!? Giggity!)

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Open Door Policy 31

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 31
by DirtyMindedMom

I awoke and was instantly able to tell I had dried semen around my pussy, plastered to my inner thigh, and more crusted across the lower part of my tummy. What a wonderful way to start the day. Gary was curled up against me, his naked skin pressed to mine, soft cock snuggled tight to my ass. He must have been the one tongue fucking me in my sleep. The fact that I had passed out apparently hadn’t stopped him from jerking off and cumming all over my cunt while I slept. Instead of being angry with him for violating me like that, I got a warm, loving feeling deep in my abdomen that spread up into my chest.

A strange sensation came over me and I looked at my door just in time to see it being drawn closed. Someone had been peeking in. Hopefully it was Valerie. Or maybe it was her mother. I was too sleepy to make up my mind about whether or not it would be a bad thing for Vera to have seen me and my naked son under the covers in the same bed. No point in worrying about it now. Life was so much easier when it was just the two of us and there was no need to keep our doors closed.

It may have been an hour later, maybe two, when I woke up to the lovely feeling of two fingers prying my pussy lips apart and then sliding into me. They went in easily. The sex dream I was having had primed my juices just right. My morning kept getting better. I let out a soft moan and shifted a leg so the fingers could go deeper…and they did.

“Did you see us, Mom?” Gary whispered from behind me. “Mrs. Ramos let me fuck her.”

“I saw, honey. You did such a good job.” I wanted to turn and cup his adorable face in my hands, but I didn’t want him to stop fingering me. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I really didn’t think she would go for it, but you were right. She was so horny she was ready to bang anyone.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” I reached down and flicked my clit while my boy slowly finger fucked me. “You were very persuasive…and charming. If I were her, I would have fucked you in a heartbeat.”

Gary was silent for a few moments. “I thought about that, too. I kind of pretended like Valerie’s mom was really you. I did the things to her that I want to do to you, Mom.”

“Hmmm? No, honey. You know we can’t go that far. We talked about this…and we both agreed. That’s going too far.”

He pulled the blanket off of us. The cool air on my skin felt good. The feeling of being exposed was nice. The danger also added to the thrill. What if our early morning peeper returned? I didn’t care. I loved that my teenaged son liked seeing my naked body as much as he did, and that alone was worth the risk. I turned my shoulders so he could get a good look at my tits as I gently rocked on his thrusting fingers.

“I know, Mom, but after last night I really want to fuck you. We need to fuck.” He added a third finger and gave his hand a twist. Pure heaven.

“I want to, baby, but…”

“But, what?”

“But…I don’t know anymore. What I do know is that you’re about to make me cum…yeah, just like that…yes…yes…oh, baby, yeeeeees!” It wasn’t the fireworks and explosions from last night, but a slow burning orgasm that forced every muscle in my body to relax one by one. Just like that I didn’t have a care in the world and nothing mattered. All my stress drained away with the ebbing orgasm. I had everything I needed, everything I could ever want, and I was happy. Gary kissed my back, nibbling lightly at my shoulder blade.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

We’d said these words to each other thousands of times, but this was different. He wasn’t expressing a boy’s love for his mother. I wasn’t automatically returning the natural love a mother has for her son. We were speaking to each other as lovers do. Nothing was more precious to me than the maternal bond I had with my baby boy, but there was no denying we had something else now between us. A love that was exciting and forbidden. A love that would one day force me to surrender my body to my son…completely and unconditionally. I wanted to be his mother always, but I desperately needed to be his plaything. But could I submit to him in that way without losing the special connection we had? If I became his willing fuck-slut, would he no longer be able to accept me as his mother? There were plenty of women out there willing to spread their legs for him, he didn’t need me. But I needed him.

I needed my son in a way I never needed another man. Physically, my cunt longed for his cock, but there was more to it than that. I wanted him to possess me. I wanted to show him that there was nothing I wasn’t willing to give him, no line I wouldn’t cross to make him happy. He’d said it as plain as could be said. He wanted to fuck me. His own mother. What right did I have to hold myself back from him?

I’d let him watch me masturbate. I’d sucked his cock and eaten his cum. I taught him to lick pussy using my cunt to practice on. His tongue had been in my asshole, and his fingers in my pussy. He has watched me piss, and stroked his dick to the sight of me sucking his girlfriend’s cunny. It was almost ridiculous that I hadn’t allowed him to put his cock inside me. We both wanted it, but what would the repercussions be?

What if I gave in, and he came to resent me? What if I let it happen, then hated myself for it? Things might never be the same. I didn’t want to lose everything we had, everything we had become to each other, just because I couldn’t control my lusts. I was supposed to be the grown up here. The responsible adult. And this wasn’t even taking into consideration the legal problems we could face if we were found out. Our lives could be ruined.

Could we keep it just between the two of us? Love each other the way we wanted to in secret, risking everything just for those fleeting few moments of orgasm? Could I even stop things if I wanted to? I couldn’t imagine going more than a couple days without feeling my son’s cock in my mouth, hearing him moan as he came, tasting his seed on my tongue as it shot down my throat. I was lost. I’d not only crossed the line, but I’d left it far behind. My concerns and false morality weren’t nearly strong enough to overcome the powerful urges my son and I had for each other. It was only a matter of time before I gave myself over to him. After that, he would own my cunt. He would own all of me in a way that no other man ever had.

“Play with my asshole, honey,” I moaned.

His slick fingers circled my anus tenderly. I filled my now empty vagina with my own fingers and waited with anticipation for Gary to penetrate me. I only wanted his fingers back there, but I might not have objected if he took the initiative and forced his hard cock into my ass. The very thought of being butt fucked by my own son caused a flow of fresh pussy juices to leak out of my hole and coat my thigh.

“Yeah…that’s it…play with Mommy’s horny asshole…make me cum again…”

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I was distracted for the rest of the morning. The things Gary had done to me earlier kept replaying in my mind, the series of orgasms he gave me had muddled my thinking. I didn’t want to let go of how good he was able to make me feel. Sex hadn’t been this thrilling for me since I was a teenager first discovering the wonders of what pleasures my pussy was capable of providing me. Vera sat across from me sipping her coffee as if she hadn’t spent the previous evening with my son’s cock deep in her cunt.

“Cris is a handsome young man,” I said out of nowhere. His mother nodded but didn’t look at me. I sipped my coffee finding it still too hot. “And he has a nice cock.”

This time her eyes came up to meet mine. “How you know about the way his penis looks like?”

She had no right to be indignant after what she’d done, but I suppose she had to play the part.

“I walked in on him in the bathroom as he was getting out of the shower. It was an accident. I couldn’t help but notice that his dick was hard. He was probably jerking off in the shower. It looked nice.”

“He is young,” she replied, a warning growl in her voice.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Just a few months older than Gary, I think.”

She took my counterpunch in stride, understanding she wasn’t on solid moral ground here…perhaps for the first time in her otherwise pious life as a mother.

“Have you seen Cris’s cock?” I asked casually as if it were normal chit-chat for two moms sharing their morning coffee. “I mean lately.”

She hesitated long enough for me to tell she was about to lie to me. “No. I no see him like that.” She shifted in her chair and attempted to go on the offensive. “I think maybe you see you son’s cock lately…many times.”

I smiled. She thought she was cutting me, but she was only falling deeper into my trap. “I have to say I’m very lucky when it comes to that. Gary doesn’t mind letting me see him naked. It’s very nice.”

“And you let him see you with no clothes on?” It was more of an accusation than a question.

“I do. He likes it. In fact, my son often gets an erection when he sees me naked.”

“His own mother.” This was said with contempt as she “tsked” under her breath.

“Yes. I find it quite flattering.” I noted that while Vera was shaking her head in approbation that she wasn’t showing any signs of walking away from this conversation. “I think all boys are curious about their mom. They want to know what she looks like naked. They fantasize about it. You know what, that day I accidently saw your Cris with a big hard-on? I wouldn’t be surprised if he was thinking about you while he jerked off in the shower.”

“Aiiee, why you say such crazy things like that?” Her flash of anger was genuine, but there was something hopeful behind it. “You have too much a dirty mind all the time.”

I shrugged. “We’ve both got horny teen boys. All they think about at their age is sex. And from what I know about Valerie, she thinks about it as much as the boys…maybe more.” I sipped and let that sink in for a few moments. “All I’m saying is that you’re the most important woman in Cris’s life. You’re beautiful, you have a very sexy body, of course he’s going to want to see you naked and jerk off to the idea. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes spies on you when you’re undressing.” Her face was fixed in a scowl, and still she stayed where she was, clearly wanting to hear more of my crazy thinking. “Now that you two are sleeping in the same room, I wouldn’t be surprised if he peeked under the blankets at you while you were asleep. Do you sleep in the nude?”

I had the sense she was wondering if the things I was saying could have any truth to them. “Ach, no.”

“Maybe you should. What harm would it do if you gave your son the gift of seeing your naked breasts, or letting him get a little peek of your sexy pussy? Let him have something he can really jerk off to.”

“So bad, the things you talk about.” Vera fussed with her spoon and napkin. “A mother is not for that for her boy. Cris no think about me like that way.”

“Don’t be so sure, my friend. I thought the same thing about Gary at one time. At first I thought it was simply seeing a naked woman that gave my son an erection, but when I caught him looking at me and stroking his cock I knew there was more to it.”

“He do that around you?” She forgot to sound horrified when she said that, coming across more curious than disapproving.

“I always tried to teach my son to be open and honest with me. At first he tried to hide it, but then we had a talk and he admitted that he was sexually attracted to me.” I caressed my breast through my robe and tweaked my nipple while Vera looked on. She almost seemed like she wanted to do the same. “I told him that if he wanted to jack off to go ahead and do it.”

“And he do that?” Her voice was a thick whisper. And a little shaky at that.

“He did. I thought it would be strange seeing my own son masturbate, but it was a wonderful thing to witness. Watching him make himself cum was so exciting, and knowing it was my body that had turned him on made it even better.”

Vera’s nipples were stiff under her blouse. It was all she could do to keep from touching them. “And this happens now, too?”

“Of course. Not as much as it used to now that he’s fucking your daughter, but he still jerks off to me a few times a week…sometimes more.”

“You let him see everything?”

“Sure. Why not? Sometimes he asks me to spread my legs. Or bend over and hold my ass open for him. I often get so turned on that I end up masturbating, too.”

“He see you do that?”

“Oh, please, don’t act so surprised. You already know how much I love masturbating with someone else.”

Vera’s cheeks colored. She leaned back in her chair. I kept my eye on her but held my tongue. She was trying to come to some kind of decision and I didn’t want to tip her in the wrong direction. After a few moments, a look of helpless resignation came over her face. Her hand moved haltingly up her thigh. I couldn’t hold back a smile when she reached her crotch and squeezed her plump pussy through her slacks.

“You play with you pussy in front of you son?”

“I do. We watch each other touch ourselves. He always waits for me to orgasm first before he cums.”

“Oh…that is bad for a mom to do. So bad.” She undid the clasp holding her slacks closed and her hand disappeared inside, pushing the zipper open as she did.

“In a way, you’re right, but it feels so good, Vera. When they’re first born, they’re our whole world. They’re everything to us, and they depend on us for everything. Then, as they grow, they learn that to become a man they have to pull away, to not be too close to their mother. You know how that distance hurts. But this…this thing I do with my son…it has brought us back together like we were in the beginning. We’re as close now as we’ve ever been…even closer, I think. I can really feel how much he loves me…and I can see it. Every time he shoots a load of his sperm on my tits…or cums on my face…I see the love for me in his eyes. It’s so much better than it was with my husband or any stranger.”

While I was talking I had opened my robe. My eyes were fixed on Vera’s hand moving under her pants between her legs. My own legs were spread wide as I mimicked her motions on my own pussy. I wanted her mouth on my cunt, but I didn’t want to force things more than I already had.

“I have heard Cris doing it at night when he think I am to sleep. He stroke his penis quiet, but I know what he do. I think maybe his sister hear also. I know it bad, but my pussy comes wet. I don’t want to touch myself, but I can’t help.” She abruptly stood and pulled her pants and undies down to her ankles, sat down again, and opened her legs wide like me.

“What do you think your son is thinking about when he does that at night?”

“A pretty girl from school.” Her fingers plunged inside and I could hear how wet she was. “Or a pretty singer, maybe, or actress from movie.”

“No. He’s thinking about you, Vera. He’s thinking about his mother sleeping just a few feet away. He’s fantasizing about you waking up and catching him playing with his cock. Cris wants you to wake up and take his penis in your mouth. He wants you to offer him one of your big tits to suck on. We have to face it, Vera, our sons want to fuck us.” I jammed two fingers into my hole and began pumping in and out. “Cris wants to put his cock in his mama’s pussy. My son wants to shove his cock in my cunt and fill it with his cum!”

“No…no! You can’t say that! We can’t think like that way!” Vera was pounding her fuck hole fast and hard as she tore open her blouse and grabbed a handful of tit, her fingers digging in deep to her fleshy mound. “It’s too big a sin…even to think…”

“I know! I know it is…the biggest sin there is…but I want it.” I had lost control. I was saying things aloud to her I didn’t even want to admit to myself. “I want it so much, Vera!”

“No, Joanne, don’t say about that.” Her hand moved to her other fat breast and she molested that one just as roughly, never letting up on her hairy cunt for a second. “You can’t want your son like that. We can’t never fuck our son…our babies.”

“I want him inside me, Vera. So help me God, I do. I want to feel him on top of me, pushing his cock into my pussy, returning to where it all started, filling the womb that he came from with his cum! Oh, God!”

“I see it one time,” Vera panted. “My Cris’s cock. He bring girl home to study. I check on them and see her down on knees sucking on Cris. I mad, but I look and don’t say nothing. His cock look big to me for a boy. It look nice and I like to see it. I spy on how she suck him and I get jealous. I want to be suck on him, not her. I think all the time on Cris nice cock and wonder how it feel to suck him…how it taste like…my own son. I am monster…”

“No,” I insisted, “you’re not. We’re not monsters, Vera. We’re loving mothers who care about our boys. But we’re also women…women who can see how handsome they are…how grown up they’ve become…”

“Our sons…they have such strong bodies. They looks nice to me…my boy, and…also your boy, too. I see their hands and I want to be touched with them. I want my son to feel my nipples, and to put his fingers up into me. Oh, Joanne, I think such evil things when I fuck my own pussy.” Her fingers slowed, but only to prolong the mounting ecstasy. “You son look very nice. And I like what he say to me when he talks.”

“Yes, my son is very skilled with his mouth, isn’t he?”

Vera’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t stop pleasuring herself. “You son…he tell you, yes?”

“Tell me what?”

She matched my sly smile and shook her head. “He tell you everything, I think.”

“Maybe,” I conceded, knowing exactly what she was getting at. “Why don’t you tell me…?”

“Last night…I watch the TV and get very horny…” Her thumb went to her clit and twiddled it back and forth. “You son stay up with me and he say things that make me more horny. He take out his cock and show me.”

“Oh, my. What a naughty boy. What did you do?”

“I let you son lick on my pussy.”

I tried to look shocked, but I’m sure I wasn’t the least bit convincing.

“He has, like you say, a skill for his mouth.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” I said calmly, trying to egg her on.

“He do it good, just like the way how you do.”

“Yes, well, I may have taught him a few little tricks.”

“I’m thinking maybe you teach him the little tricks with your pussy.”

She was fishing. Yes, she had her suspicions, but she wasn’t yet sure. My instinct was to hold back, not let her in on all my secrets yet. Valerie already knew, and that was one person too many. But…for the next part of my plan to work, Vera had to trust me. She might curse me for a degenerate pervert destined for Hell, but it all came down to trust.

I nodded. Her frown only lasted a split second, instead of calling down hellfire on me she lifted one of her smooth, heavy breasts and suckled her own nipple as she continued to eye me. Waiting.

“I did teach him with my pussy, Vera. It wasn’t anything I planned, but it just kind of happened. He was curious, and he wanted to try it, and I couldn’t say no. As long as I was letting my son lick my pussy, I thought I may as well teach him how to do it right.”

“I bet my daughter happy you teach him.” She raised an eyebrow, as if daring me to say something lewd about her little girl.

“And I bet you’re happy I taught him.” I managed to take back the high ground with that one. “Is that all you did? Let my boy eat your pussy?”

Vera lifted her chin, momentarily making me think she was going to take a defiant stance on this. Then she chuckled, pulled her fingers out of her sopping twat and licked them slowly before reinserting them.

“I make the fuck with your son. Gary fucked in my pussy and give his cum inside me. He make me orgasm…many times with his strong cock. His strong, young cock…” Her mind was back in that moment…the moment when my son was on top of her coaxing one body shaking orgasm after another out of her long neglected cunt. “But you already know about that. A boy who sleep in the nude with his mother tells everything, no?”

“You’re right. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”

“You tell him how we play with pussies for each other. You tell about I suck on you cunt and you suck on mine. He say to you how he fuck inside my daughter and play with her pussy, too?”

“Everything, yes. He tells me how good it feels to fuck your daughter. What a tight pussy she has and how good she sucks his cock and balls. He told me how different it was to fuck you. The difference between fucking a woman and a girl. He loves your daughter, Vera, but he also loves your big tits, your big ass, and especially your big cunt. He loves them almost as much as I do.” Instead of waiting for her to make her move, I slid off the chair onto my knees. I pulled her hand away from her crotch and pressed my face into her warm moistness. My tongue quickly located her stiff clit and I went to work.

My heart beat faster as she humped my face, her moans growing in intensity with each turn of her hips. I was afraid that if I hadn’t filled my mouth with her pussy that second I would have confessed to fucking around with her daughter. There was a chance she would accept that after what she’d done with Gary, but she might just have likely stabbed me with a kitchen knife. Especially if she knew how I’d make them fuck in front of me so I could watch. I was treading dangerous waters, but I was beyond the point of no return…well beyond it. No turning back.

Vera heaved up off the kitchen chair and flooded my mouth with a sudden rush of juices. I’d never seen her like this before. All this talk of fucking our sons had to be what was setting her off like that. I had her hooked, now I just had to reel her in. And, she’d made it easy for me to take the next step.

Once Vera was done riding out her orgasm, I returned to my chair, not bothering to wipe her wetness from my cheeks or from when it had spilled down over my chin to my throat. I wanted the visual evidence of her sinfulness in plain view for the next part of our conversation.

“You fucked my son, Vera. I wish you would have talked to me first before you went and did that.”

“I…it was…it just happened…nothing I could do to help it…”

“I’m not angry, just…I don’t know…it doesn’t seem fair somehow.”

“Fair?”

“You got to fuck my son, so don’t you think it would be fair if…”

“If…if you fuck with my son…?”

I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. “Yes, that’s it. Exactly. That would only be fair, wouldn’t it?”

“I…I don’t know. Maybe I make mistake, and if you make same mistake too it no make it better.”

I gave my friend a calculating look. “Is it because you want to fuck your son before I do?”

“Nooo…no, no…” Vera chewed her lower lip, something I’d never seen her do before. “I…it is bad thing I think about, not something to do for real. He…he is still so young.”

“Just like my Gary.” My hand was still lazily toying with my pussy. I tugged on my inner lips, swiped my clit occasionally, dipped a finger into my hole. “But that didn’t stop you, did it? You let my son fuck you right there on my sofa. My 16-year-old boy.”

Vera covered her mouth with a hand and nodded slowly. She seemed about to cry.

“But that’s okay,” I said, softening my tone. “He wanted to fuck you. It’s all he’s been talking about ever since you moved in with us. And I saw the way you looked at him. How you never missed a chance to check out his ass.”

“It’s nice ass.”

“I know. I’ve seen it naked plenty of times, so believe me, I know.” I paused fingering myself long enough to suck my own juices from my fingers as Vera looked on with guilty eyes. “My son was very happy he got to fuck you, not to mention very proud of himself for seducing a sexy older woman like you.” I hefted one of my breasts and circled my tongue around a taut nipple (two can play at that game). “And I know you enjoyed it. I’ve been telling you that you need to get laid. You needed a cock, Vera, and I’m glad it was Gary’s. I’m happy my boy sucked you off and fucked your sexy cunt. It’s exactly what you needed. Don’t try to lie to me and say it wasn’t great.”

She looked down to her feet, unable to meet my gaze. “It was,” she whispered. “It was better than great. You son, he make me feel alive…again like a woman. No one ever give me sex like that before. He care about make me feel good, not just his own cock.” She finally forced herself to lift her head and look me in the face, her eyes watery. “I don’t care how you did it, but…you teach you son very good.”

“Thank you for saying that, Vera.” I scooted down in my chair and concentrated more vigorously on my clit. “I know the things I do with my son…being naked with him…letting him jerk off on me…masturbating in front of him…sucking his cock and swallowing his cum…I know all these things are wrong, but I can’t stop myself.”

The Vera I knew when we first met would have been running for her bible at this point, but she sat there nodding sympathetically, her tits and pussy hanging out shamelessly. My hand quickened between my legs, I was getting close.

“Do you fuck with your son?”

“No,” I stated firmly, though not with much conviction. She seemed surprised by this.

“No?”

“I want to…I really do. He’s begging me to let him, but…” I let out a moan and had to twist a nipple. “But I’m going to.” Saying those words out loud to another person put me over the edge. “Yes, I’m going to let my son fuck me. Do you hear that, Vera? My son is going to fuck his own mother! Aaaaah!”

The orgasm rocked my body, the fear of having spoken my darkest desire only amped up the passion of the moment. It was perverse and sick, but if felt so damn good to let it out.

“I’m going to fuck my son!” This was all it took to spark another mini-orgasm right on the heels of the big one. It was then that I noticed Vera was back at working her own pussy.

“You going to give you son your cunt. Fuck with him and let him cum in his momma’s dirty cunt. He will fuck his momma so good. Oh, yesss, sooo gooood…”

“But before I do, Vera – listen to me – before I fuck Gary, I have to fuck Cris first.”

“You want my son cock?”

“Yes, I want Cris to fuck me, and I want you there.”

“No…”

“Yes! I want you to see your son fucking me. You’re going to be right there with us, naked, watching your boy’s cock going deep inside my pussy again and again. It will be the biggest turn on of your life.”

“He would never do with me there. No in front of his mother.”

“Trust me, Vera, he will. Your son wants you to see him fuck. He wants you to see his cock and tell him how proud you are of him now that he’s grown into a big boy…into a real man. He wants to see your naked body. Your big, gorgeous tits. Your wet mommy cunt. Your sexy ass and naughty little asshole.”

“Oh, no…” She sounded more intrigued than horrified by this.

“Yes. Believe me when I tell you your son wants to fuck you. Just like my boy wants to fuck me. All sons want this, and we can give them what they want. We can give our boys the rare gift of knowing what it’s like to fuck his own mother…to watch us cum on his cock…to empty his balls into the pussy that gave birth to him. There can be no greater love a mother can give to her son.”

Vera was nodding, eager to be convinced that the sin I was proposing we commit was instead a virtuous act of love and sacrifice. I’d never felt more evil than I did at that moment. Maybe Vera was right. Perhaps I was the devil.

But it didn’t matter. We were in too deep – no turning back – damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead. I’d made up my mind that I was going to fuck Gary. And also that I was going to fuck Vera’s son. Not only was I going to fuck him, but I was going to do it right in front of her while she watched. I wanted her son to see his devout mother masturbating like a fiend to the sight of him fucking his friend’s mom. Only then would he understand that she was as horny and sexually depraved as the rest of us. Once I got him to take his mother down off the pedestal he had her on, then I could push ahead with the final phase of my plan.

Vera was going to let her son fuck her with me, my son, and her daughter right there to see her irredeemably indecent fall from grace.

Despite having already cum several times that day, the very thought of me and Vera fucking each other’s sons next to each other while Valerie looked on brought me close to my next one. Then, picturing Cris and Gary changing places, each on top of his own mother, and both of them sliding his hard cock into our willfully immoral pussies brought yet another mind-bending orgasm to life. At the sight of me going off, Vera cried out and brought her pussy to climax right along with me.

The pact was sealed. We were sisters in sin. The final act of my plan was about to play out just as I had dreamed it would…

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