Open Door Policy, Ch. 1

Open Door Policy, Ch. 1
by DirtyMindedMom

It had been almost three weeks since I left my husband after finding a pair of women’s panties and a used condom in the back seat of his car. It had been exactly two weeks since I moved into this shitty little two-bedroom apartment with Gary, my 16-year-old son. I’d spent most of these past weeks being mad, stressed, depressed, and occasionally vengeful. But now I was just plain horny.

I lay naked on my bed (which was nothing more than a mattress on the floor at this point). My legs were spread and I was dying to touch myself. What was holding me back was the fact that I’m a bit of a screamer. Even when I try my hardest to be quiet, I still make a lot of noise. This was never a problem before because the master bedroom was upstairs on one side of the house, and Gary’s room was on the ground floor at the other end. Now with him just on the other side of one paper-thin wall, there was no way that I’d be able to get off without him knowing what I was doing. I’d just have to wait until I had the apartment to myself – something that had yet to happen since we moved in.

The close quarters didn’t appear to be deterring my son any when it came to taking care of himself in this regard. He was spending a lot of time in his room with the door closed. Every time I’d knock, he’d tell me to “hold on,” and I’d have to wait while he put on some pants or pulled the covers up to hide what he was doing. It’s not like I’m a prude or anything like that – I’m well aware of a teenage boy’s propensity for masturbation – but I was a little worried that Gary might be resorting to jerking off excessively as a stress reliever after everything that had been going on between me and his father.

I was sometimes able to hear the muted sounds of porn through the wall between our rooms late at night when he thought I was asleep. The only thing that surprised me about this was that we didn’t have an internet connection, so he must have had the porn saved onto his laptop. I regretted not having had the foresight to do the same before I walked out on my asshole husband.

I closed my legs, hoping to stifle the temptation. I could hear someone walking around upstairs. There was always someone walking around upstairs. I found myself straining to hear any hints of porn sex coming from my son’s room. All was quiet from that quarter, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t playing with his cock at that very moment. I shouldn’t have been thinking about my son doing that, but the image played out in my mind of my sweet boy holding tight to his erection and stroking it with desperate intensity. All I could do was hope that he was able to beat back the weight of his problems and gain a some respite in those fleeting moments of self-induced bliss.

My legs were open again and I realized I was pinching one of my nipples. I scolded myself for letting my mind dwell on thoughts of my own son playing with himself. I had been a bad enough mother over the past weeks and didn’t need to add to the list. My clit was stiff and pulsing. Something had to give.

I don’t know exactly what prompted me to do it, but my world had been turned upside down and inside out, so what I did next didn’t seem all that insane in the moment. I suppose there’s a certain kind of careless freedom that comes from the sense that you have nothing left to lose.

After having thrown on my bathrobe, I stood at Gary’s door and knocked.

“Hold on,” came the expected response.

I waited a few moments before opening the door. Gary was sitting up in bed with the covers up to his waist. My guess was that they’d just been hastily pulled up to conceal the hard-on that I was certain lurked just below. He didn’t have any lights on, but the glow from his laptop illuminated his bare torso. I was mildly startled to notice that he was beginning to show some actual muscle definition. There was no more baby fat. My boy was undeniably on his way to becoming a man.

“Sorry to interrupt, honey, but I need to talk to you about something.” I went to his mattress and sat down on the edge of it, doing my best to keep my robe from revealing that I was naked underneath. “It’s about sex.”

He swallowed hard before responding. “Uh, okay, but I already know all that stuff, Mom.” His eyes guiltily flicked to his laptop, then back to me. “We learned about it in school, and Dad talked to me about it, so I’m all good.”

“I’m sure you are, sweetheart, but did your teacher ever talk about how moms get really horny sometimes?”

His eyes went wide, his jaw literally dropped, and he made a little strangled sound that I’d never heard from him before. It was a bit mean, but I actually enjoyed seeing his reaction.

“Mom?”

“I’m sorry, honey, but it’s true. It’s been a long time since I had sex, and the honest truth is that your mom is beyond horny right now.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“You know all about masturbation, right?” I saw that guilty look again. “Well, I assume you know that girls masturbate, too. Don’t you?”

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

“So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that mothers also masturbate.”

“Okaaay…”

His eyes involuntarily went to my legs for a quick moment. I was aware that I was showing a fair amount of bare thigh, but nothing too provocative (I hoped).

“What I’m trying to tell you is that I like to masturbate.” It felt good saying that out loud, even if it was to my own son. “Not as much as you, obviously…” I picked up a t-shirt from the floor that was crusted with dried cum, and tossed it toward his hamper. “But I do need to take care of myself in that special way from time to time.”

“I’m not trying to be a jerk, Mom, but seriously…why are we talking about this?”

“Because as soon as we’re done talking, I’m going to go back to my room and I’m going to masturbate. When I do, you might hear some things. The truth is that I can get kind of noisy when I’m having sex.”

“Noisy?”

“You know, moaning and…whatnot.” I felt the irrational urge to open my robe right there and touch myself. I forced that ridiculous thought away, but as soon as I did it was replaced by the desire to tug down my son’s blanket and expose the erection that I knew was hiding under there. “I just thought it was only fair to warn you now that we’re living so close together so you wouldn’t be shocked or embarrassed about what you might hear. Believe me, this isn’t a conversation I ever expected to be having with you, but I thought it would be better for me to just be honest and up front with you about what’s going on instead of trying to hide it or pretend it isn’t happening.”

“Yeah, okay, I guess that makes sense…kinda…”

“Do you have any questions, or anything you want to say about this?”

“Ah…no, not really.”

“Okay, then.” I stood up, and cinched my robe tight. “I’ll let you get back to jerking off while I go do the same.” He blushed enough for me to see his cheeks redden even in the dim light of his laptop.

I hated to embarrass him like that, but we needed to get past the awkwardness if we were going to be shoehorned into this crummy little apartment together for who knows how long. I leaned down and gave him a kiss on his forehead. As I stood I couldn’t help but notice him trying to get a look down the front of my robe. I should have been upset by this, but instead it sent a nice tingle dancing across both my nipples.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“’Night, Mom.”

I went back to my room. The moment the door was closed my robe came off. I was touching myself before I even made it to the mattress. When I got there, I dropped to my knees and fingered myself feverishly. I normally work up to it slowly, touching and teasing my whole body before getting down to the serious business of pleasuring my pussy, but there was too much pent up frustration and excitement to waste any time on unnecessary foreplay. I began moaning almost immediately.

For a few seconds I had managed to hold it in, but it was just no use. “Oh, fuck, yes, that feels good.” I groaned, trying to keep it under my breath.

I rubbed my clit, ran my fingers down to my wet hole, then slid them up along my lips. I spread my wetness all over my engorged pussy, then brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted my own essence. That spurred me on even more.

“I can’t believe I just did that.” I plunged a finger into my pussy. “I told my son I like to masturbate. He knows what I’m doing right now.” I added another finger and fucked myself with unfettered abandon. “He’s probably jerking off right now thinking about it. My son is playing with his cock and thinking about me touching my cunt.” This thought made me hornier than anything I’d experienced in years. I let out a noise that was closer to a scream than a moan.

There was no doubt he’d heard that. The cat was out of the bag – no point in holding back.

“Oh, fuck!” I called out to the blank wall in front of me. There was a half-decent chance the neighbors would hear me as well, but all that I cared about was Gary. I few minutes before I had been terrified that he’d hear me, but now I wanted him to. It didn’t make sense, but I needed him to hear me pleasuring myself. “Oh God, yes!” I cried and grabbed a hold of one of my swaying tits.

My breasts had generously filled a C-cup when I was younger, but after I had my son they developed into a healthy pair of wobbly D’s. I was content with my younger boobs and didn’t think I wanted them any bigger, but I’ve come to appreciate the natural enhancement I experienced courtesy of my pregnancy, and I adore my big knockers now more than ever. No, I don’t have the firm titties I did when I was a clueless teenager, but what I have now is so much more fun to play with. I leaned forward and let my boobs hang freely, moving my shoulders just enough to make them jiggle and slap together. Damn, that felt good.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, oh, mmmm, yes!” My sex noises were coming in a steady stream now. Normally I paid no attention to my vocalizations, but after talking with my son I was hyper-aware of them. This only seemed to turn me on all the more. I pictured my son right next door with his ear pressed against the wall and beating his dick like crazy as he listened to his mother finger-blast herself like a mad woman.

“Fuck that pussy,” I told myself between gritted teeth. “Fuck that horny fucking pussy! Oh, yeah, oh, oh, ummmm!” I was humping my fingers hard. My tits were swinging wildly. I leaned down just enough so my hard nipples grazed my bedsheets as I fucked myself silly.

“Ah, ah, shit yes! I’m going to cum! Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum so fucking hard, baby! Oh, oh, oh, Mommy’s gonna fucking cum! Uuunnnnggggghhhh! Fuck!”

My whole body convulsed in one powerful spasm of delight. Every nerve was electrified in sexual celebration as an orgasm unlike any I’d known before suffused my entire being. I was alive and connected and fulfilled in a way that was both frightening and wonderful at the same time. I pulled my fingers out of my over-sensitized pussy and slumped face first onto my cheap mattress. I caught my breath in huge gulps of air as I waited for my head to stop spinning.

While I lay there, I swore I heard a tell-tale grunt of release coming from my son’s bedroom. Had he just shot a big load of cum all over the place? It might have only been my wishful imagination, but it gave me a happy feeling to believe that he got off on hearing me experiencing the first true pleasure I’d known in months.

My sex-addled brain was already at work devising a plan to have another very personal mother-son talk with Gary. Maybe there were other ways we could both benefit from being more honest and open with each other, especially when it came to sex…

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Chapter 2 >>

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25 thoughts on “Open Door Policy, Ch. 1

  1. No, you will not try to have sexual intercourse with your own Mommy! It is so wrong! You know if your father found out we would get in trouble! Oh GOD…MOMMY IS SO WET….DON’T RUB YOUR PENIS ON MOMMY’S PRETTY PANTYHOSE! NO DON’T CUM YET ON MY NYLONS!
    WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DON’T, STOP……

  2. Mommy insists that I wear my pantyhose and high heels with lingerie when I give her my hard cock. She is excited about the shimmering pantyhose and high heels I wear as her little sissy son. We talk about the feeling of our silky smooth and sexy pantyhose clad legs and rub each other and I will lick her pussy through her nylons. She enjoys the licking of her pussy. Then she suck me to get it hard for her sweet wet pussy. I need to Fuck your pussy mommy!

  3. So hot!! Have always had a thing for mom/son fantasy. Instant hard on. Also, Phillipa, that’s so hot also.

  4. Great start to what I am sure is going to turn out to be a wonderfully erotic tale of incestuous sex between mother, son, and who knows who else.
    I can’t wait to read part 2.
    Tim

  5. Great to masturbate to. The incestuous treat of my choice for a reliable source for the incestuous action with the MOMMY continues. I am hot to look into this and I have a tendency to get kinky and willing.

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