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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…”

~ ~ ~

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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Fake It Til You Make It

“One of the reasons I wanted us to have this mother-son lunch with just the two of us is that there’s something that we need to talk about, Jacob. A friend of mine sent me a picture the other day that was shocking, to say the least.”

“Um, okay…”

“It was a picture of me from when we were on vacation down in the Bahamas. Remember that trip?”

“Yeah…”

“Anyway, I had on that red bikini. You know, the one I bought special for that trip only to find out the top was too big and I kept almost spilling out of it. Remember?”

“I guess…a little…”

“Anyway, someone had photoshopped that picture so that my top was gone and there was something on my face. Something messy and very nasty.”

“That’s weird…”

“I thought the same thing. Especially after I realized that picture was only in our album from that trip. I never put it on Facebook or anything. I was confused until I also realized that the only one in the house that is any good with Photoshop is you.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Jacob, you can be honest with me. Was it you who changed that picture to make it look like I was topless and had sperm all over my face?”

“No…and why are we even talking about this here?”

“Worried someone might overhear? That would be humiliating wouldn’t it? Now try imagining you were a respected member of the community and a mother whose picture was on the internet. Imagine if that picture made it look like you were showing off your naked tits and had someone’s cum all over your face? And suppose people you know, friends and co-workers, saw that picture.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“If you want me to believe it wasn’t you, then tell me who could it have been?”

“It…um…geez. Alright, it was me. I’m so sorry.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Nothing. I just…I just thought you looked real pretty in that picture.”

“And you thought I’d look even prettier with my boobs out and a big load of jizz on my face?”

“Well…kinda. I don’t know. Yeah, I guess it was something like that.”

“Thank you for at least being honest with me. If I’m being honest, I suppose I should admit that seeing what you did with that picture turned me on a little. I thought about how much time you must have spent working on it and how you must have been thinking about me in that way. Not that I condone what you did, but I’ll admit it was exciting for me to imagine you looking at the picture you made and touching yourself. You did that, didn’t you? Masturbate to the image of your mother with cum on her face dripping down on bare nipples…”

“Maybe, yeah, a little.”

“More than a little, I suspect, given that I’ve been playing with myself more than ever since Danny’s mom emailed me that filthy picture. If it can make me that horny, I would find it hard to believe you weren’t beating off like crazy over it. Am I right?”

“Pretty much. I’m sorry…”

“All the sorrys in the world won’t change what you did. It was very disrespectful and embarrassing. That being said, it may also present an opportunity.”

“What kind of opportunity?”

“An opportunity to be more open with each other.”

“Open?”

“About the way we feel. About how we see each other. More open about the things we want.”

“Like what?”

“Like…when you made that picture, whose cum did you imagine it was? Yours?”

“Yeah, right…”

“Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with laughing this off. I’m right, aren’t I? You’ve been masturbating to that picture of me and thinking about how much you’d like to jerk off onto my face. And don’t think I’m going to accept that shrug as an acceptable answer.”

“It’s just that the guys are always talking about how hot and sexy you are and saying all the things they’d want to do with you. At first it made me really mad when they said stuff like that about you, but then one day you were wearing those blue shorts, the ones that are really short and a tight on you. I saw your legs and…other stuff that made me get what they were talking about. I didn’t realize how sexy you were as a woman because I only thought about you as my mom. But…”

“But once you noticed me as a woman it was all you could see.”

“I’m sorry. I hate myself for thinking about you like that, but I can’t help it.”

“Don’t be upset with yourself, honey. Let’s just blame it on hormones and leave it at that. I suppose I have to take some of the blame. I hadn’t considered what affect wearing my shorty-shorts around a growing young boy might have. Now I understand why you’ve been suddenly leaving the room lately whenever I’m around. You don’t want me to see that you have been getting hard-ons while watching me.”

“Uh…yeah. I’m so – nevermind. I can’t help it and I feel like a lowlife pervert but I also really like it. You must think I’m the weirdest kid ever.”

“Not at all, darling. Actually, I’m strangely flattered. I shouldn’t be telling you that, but I like the idea that at my age I can still give a teenaged boy an erection.”

“Even if it’s your son?”

“Especially if it’s my son. It’s easy for your buddies to think of me in a sexual way, but for you to look past the fact that I’m your mom and still get horny over seeing my ass in a tight pair of shorts or my tits practically falling out of my bathing suit is a nice compliment. It probably isn’t normal for a mother to feel this way, but I find it very arousing that you think of me like that when you stroke your cock.”

“I…I…um…”

“Look how red your cheeks are getting. Damn, you are so fucking cute. You’re probably going to jerk off later thinking about the things I’ve been saying. Is your penis hard right now?”

“Really hard.”

“Don’t worry, no one can see. Just keep your napkin in your lap. The truth is, I’m pretty wet myself right now. If you don’t know, a girl’s vagina gets wet when she’s excited the way a boy’s cock gets hard when he’s turned on. If I don’t give my pussy some attention soon I’m going to soak this chair.”

“Mom!”

“Don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who started this.”

“I know, but…geesh…”

“You’re right, having this talk in public was probably a bad idea after all. What do you say we go home and make a real picture?”

“What are you talking about?”

“How about we go home and I take off my shirt and bra. Then I’ll lie on the floor and you can take your cock out. I’ll let you stroke it and you can shoot your load on my face just like you’ve been fantasizing about. No need for Photoshop when we have everything we need to make it real.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Meet me in the family room with your camera if you want to find out…”

~ ~ ~

“Whoa! Mom…”

“What is it, Jacob?”

“I…I didn’t know you were going to be all naked.”

“I see you brought your camera.”

“Uh…yeah…”

“Would you prefer me to do this more Playboy…or Penthouse?”

“What do you mean Penthouse?”

“I can pose sexy-modest like this. Or I can spread my legs wide open…like this.”

“Um, okay…Penthouse. Definitely more Penthouse!”

“Don’t just stand there gawking at me, go ahead and take some pictures before I come to my senses.”

“Holy crap, Mom…I can’t believe you’re letting me see you like this. Yeah, squeeze your boobs together like that more. Perfect…”

“I can’t really believe it myself. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe it has something to do with your father losing interest lately. We haven’t had sex in months. I can’t even remember the last time he went down on me.”

“Went down on you?”

“You know, given me head. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about this kind of stuff yet. I’m talking about oral sex, you know – when a guy licks a woman’s pussy, or a woman sucks a boy’s cock.”

“Oh, yeah, I know about blowjobs. I just didn’t know it was called something else when you did it on a girl.”

“So, you’ve never gone down on a girl?”

“Yeah, right, Mom. I’ve never even touched a boob yet.”

“What do you say we fix that right now? You can touch mine if you want.”

“You sure…?

“What’s the matter? You don’t like my boobs, sweetheart? How about if I jiggle them around a little, like this? Does that help?”

“Whoa…yeah…I mean, no! I don’t know. I mean…you’re my mom.”

“And you’re my son. And it looks like my son has a big hard-on in his pants for Mommy. Why are you still dressed, Jacob? C’mon and get naked with me.”

“I can’t lie, Mom…I’ve fantasized about this…a lot. But…”

“But not that it’s happening, you’re scared.”

“A little, but it’s not that. It’s one thing knowing that I think dirty things about you when I jerk off. It’s just that I never thought that you would be like this, too.”

“It must be strange to find out your mother is an even bigger pervert than you are. Is that it? You’re a little freaked out by how much I want to see your hard cock and watch you jack off all over my face. You’ve dreamed about me spreading my pussy lips open for you just like this. You were always safe in your fantasies because you thought I would never do something so depraved. You never thought your own sweet mother would be your willing cum slut.”

“Yeah…something like that, I guess.”

“What you need to do, little boy, is stop thinking with your head and start thinking with your cock. It knows what it wants. It wants to slide up in between Mommy’s big, soft tits. It wants to feel my tongue running all along it. Your cock wants to be in my mouth as deep as it can go. And you want your picture. Your real cum on your mom’s real face. We both want it.”

“Okay, but this all still feels really weird.”

“I know, isn’t it exciting? That’s right, get those pants down…your underwear, too. Ahh, there it is. My son’s cock. So hard. So fucking hard for me.”

“I…uh, I’m sorry it’s not bigger.”

“Trust me, darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. Your cock looks perfect to me. So much more handsome than your father’s…and so much harder. I love the way it curves up toward the end. That’s going to hit the spot just perfectly.”

“What spot?”

“Don’t worry about that now. Why don’t you show me how you like to stroke it? Mmmm…nice. Not too fast, sweetie. We don’t want you making a mess all over the carpet. We want that mess right here on my smiling face.”

“God, Mom, I can’t believe how sexy you look…‘down there.’”

“Down there? Oh, you mean my cunt?”

“Aaahhhh…”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like that word? Or is it that you don’t like hearing your mother talking about her wet, horny pussy like that?”

“No…I, I like it. It’s only that it always sounds like a swear word when anyone else says it. When you say it…it sounds beautiful.”

“Well, have you ever seen anything more beautiful than your Mommy’s juicy cunt?”

“Never…”

“Would you like to give it a lick?”

“You mean, like, go down on you?”

“Sure, why not? How about this, if you suck Mommy’s cunt, I’ll suck your cock.”

“Deal!”

~ ~ ~

“Mom, are…are you okay?”

“Mmmm…what? Oh…yes. I’m sorry, honey. It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm like that. When I asked you to lick me, I just thought it would feel nice…I didn’t realize you’d be such a natural at eating pussy. I hope I didn’t frighten you.”

“I thought I was hurting you at first when you started screaming like that, but then I could tell that you wanted me to keep going.”

“You know what this means, don’t you? From now on, whenever your father isn’t home, you have an open invitation to lick Mommy’s pussy whenever you want.”

“Wow…that would be cool.”

“So then you like sucking and licking Mommy’s cunt?”

“Uh huh. It was confusing at first, but then it started to make sense. I was afraid about the taste, but I like…a lot.”

“Speaking of tastes, how would you like to let me suck that handsome cock of yours?”

“Sure!”

“Then get up her and fuck my mouth, you horny little man.”

“Oh…shit, Mom…that’s…that’s so much better than my hand…oooohh…”

“Mmmm…if you think this is good, just wait until I let you put it in my pussy.”

“Are we really going to, you know…do that?”

“Fuck? I don’t see why not. If we can suck each other off, then there’s no reason we can’t take it all the way. Are you okay with that?”

“Um…sure. I know I’m probably supposed to say no, because of you being my own mother, but I can’t think of a reason not to do it except that Dad would kill me if he found out.”

“Then we better make sure he doesn’t find out. Make sure you let me know when you’re about to cum so you can shoot it on my face. I don’t want to screw this up and swallow it all.”

“You would really do that. Mom? Swallow my cum?”

“Of course, sweetie. I love you and can’t wait to gobble down everything that comes out of those sexy balls. Besides, now that I know what a good pussy eater you are, I owe you the best first blowjob of your life.”

“Oh…God, Mom. That feels incredible! How do you get it all the way down your throat like that without choking?”

“Practice, baby. Lots and lots of practice.”

“Oh, yeah. I can feel your tongue moving. Mmm, right there. Oh, God! I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!”

“There you go, sweetie. All over Mommy’s face. Don’t hold back. Just like you dreamed about. Give me all that nasty cream, baby. Make me your cum slut. There you go…”

“You look so much better than the fake I made!”

“Hurry up and get some pictures before it all drips off…or I lick it all up.”

“Yeah, okay. Hold it. Turn this way a little. Good. Wait…just like that. Awesome, Mom!”

“Oh, my. I can taste it on my lips. My baby boy’s cum…I never thought I would ever…mmm, so good.”

“That was the sexiest thing ever!”

“You’re not going to put those pictures on the internet now, are you?”

“Um…no? I guess not, if you don’t want me to.”

“I’d rather you didn’t, sweetheart. But, I’ll tell you what, how about if I let you show them to a few of your good friends?”

“Seriously? They’ll go crazy when they see you like this for real.”

“You know, you haven’t had them all over for a while. How about you invite them for a sleep over this weekend. You father will be away on that fishing trip. It’ll just be you, me, and a few of your horny friends.”

“What are you saying, Mom?”

“What I’m saying is that maybe your little buddies would like to jerk off to the real thing for a change instead of whacking it to pictures all the time.”

“And would you give them all blowjobs, too?”

“Only if you want me to. Would you like that? Watching me suck off all your friends while you watch?”

“You said you’d be my cum slut, right?”

“My, my. I had no idea I was raising such a little pervert. How about you shove that lovely cock in my pussy and we’ll discuss what to do about your friends after you’ve had your first fuck.”

“Sounds good to me, Mom!”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy 30

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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 his 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 offer. 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 something 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 the 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 also takes after you when it comes to that.”

“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 returned her hand to 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 thinking 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 not 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 did stuff in front of each other. Very private stuff.”

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 say some things about me to you?”

“She says you are sometimes lonely for a man. My mom told me that you borrow her toy once in a while 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. Do 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 than 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 do, 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 gone 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 made it 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 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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Chapter 31 >>

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Dream Cum True

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need help with your cock.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you do to her?”

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

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

“Daddy, no!” I hear myself scream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick stayed silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…no…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s really tight, isn’t she, Dad?”

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

“I…I guess so…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m going to cum,” he growls.

“Shit, me too!” Nick adds.

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

“Oh, fuuuck!” Dad groans.

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

“Oh, fuck!” Dad slaps my ass again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean cumming inside me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you, Daddy!” I call after him.

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

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

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

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Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy
by DirtyMindedMom

Phil opened the door of his motel room and was assailed by the musty odor of sadness that had accumulated over the decades. The small red dome-shaped light on the rotary dial phone was flashing. He left the door open in the desperate hope some fresh air would force its way into his home-away-from-home, and walked toward the office. It had been just over a week since Maddie had kicked him out. How could I have been so stupid? He chastised himself for the hundredth time that day.

There was a small package that had been delivered to the motel for him. No return address, but he recognized his daughter’s handwriting. Phil hadn’t spoken to her since he left. His joy at learning the package was from her quickly gave way to nausea. She must hate me. His self-pity deepened. How will I ever be able to face her again?

Even though the motel was in a seedy part of town, no one had taken advantage of his open door. Not that there was much of anything to steal aside from some hastily packed clothes. And not that he’d care if anyone had stolen them. The half empty handle of gin was still there in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. It would be just enough to get him through the night. He took a long pull straight from the bottle.

Phil stared at the small box in his lap. The address was written in blue pen. The fat, round letters were unmistakably Tessa’s. She stopped putting smiley faces in her O’s and dotting her I’s with hearts when she started high school the previous year. Phil took another swig to get rid of the sick feeling in his belly.

He opened the package and found a letter on top. Setting aside the bottle, he opened it with shaking hands.

Dear Daddy,

I miss you. I wanted to talk to you but Mom said I wasn’t allowed and she also took away my phone too. I was so confused about everything and she wouldn’t tell me what happened. I was crying like crazy for the first couple of days and even got sent home from school because of it. I was so sad – and I still am. I love you Daddy and I really, really miss you.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew,” Phil whispered hoarsely to the empty room. A tear drop landed on the letter causing the ink to blur.

I kept asking Mom about why you went away and she kept telling me it was grown up stuff. She’s acting like I’m some kind of stupid baby instead of almost 16. God, I hate her so much sometimes. A few days ago Mom was talking to Aunt Patty and I heard her talking about what happened.

Mom said that she came home early from work and found you in my bedroom. She said you were on your knees. She didn’t know what was going on until she realized you had your pants down and that you were touching yourself. (I’m pretty sure she meant that you were masturbating or “jerking off” but she didn’t want to say it like that.) Anyway, Mom also said to Aunt Patty that you had a pair of my dirty panties. You were sniffing them and sucking on the crotch part.

Phil was on the verge of puking. Three big gulps of gin did nothing to help the situation. She knew. His precious daughter knew what a disgusting excuse for a man he was. That he wasn’t fit to be her father. She had every right to despise him for his perverted depravity. He forced himself to keep reading and give poor Tessa the satisfaction of him knowing she wanted him to fuck off and die.

Mom told Aunt Patty how she threw you out on the spot and never wants to set eyes on you again. Now I understand why she was asking me so many weird questions about if there was anything I wanted to tell about any of the times you and me were alone together. I guess just because you were smelling my panties that Mom thinks you molested me or something. I told her nothing ever happened like that, but I didn’t tell her that I always wished it had.

The bottle slipped from Phil’s shaky grip and bounced on the grimy carpet before coming to rest on its side. He re-read the last paragraph not caring that a good amount of booze was being wasted. Phil rubbed his eyes in an effort to make sure he was seeing clearly before going on.

When I heard why Mom made you go away it made me even more sad, but it also made me excited in a strange way too. It turned me on to find out that you like the smell of my dirty underwear. I never knew you would sneak into my bedroom and sniff my panties and play with your penis like that. If I did know, I would have made them smell even better for you. I never told anyone before, but I know how to masturbate and I do it a lot. I would have rubbed myself with my panties on so that they would get really wet and smell more like my privates.

Phil put the letter aside and tried to make sense of what his sweet little girl was saying. It didn’t seem possible. Was this some sort of trick by his wife to entrap him into admitting something? He leaned over and set the handle of gin upright. When he did, he noticed that his cock was hard. Moments ago he was about to blow chunks, and now he was as stiff as ever. He was tempted to pull his erection out, but restrained himself.

I love you Daddy, and I always will no matter what. It feels weird saying this, but I’ve been horny for you for a long, long time. I hope you don’t think I’m a gross slut for saying these kinds of things, but I’ve been holding it all in forever. I thought that maybe because of the way you were sniffing my dirty panties that you might feel a little bit the same way about me. I remember seeing you in the shower when I was little. And sometimes when you would walk around in your boxer shorts I could see a peek of something through the opening in the front. I would also try to sit on your lap just so I could feel your thing pressing against me.

Once I got older I started to figure out what all those feelings were. They were sex feelings. After I learned about how to touch myself and masturbate, I started thinking about you in different ways. I mostly thought about your penis, and touching it. I also thought about wanting to kiss it, and for you to kiss me. I thought about you kissing me on the lips, but also about you kissing me down there. I always orgasm the hardest when I imagine you doing stuff like that to me. I sometimes think about other boys I like, but it’s never as good.

About a year ago I woke up and heard noises from downstairs. I went to look and saw Mom sucking your penis (just like I wanted to). You said ‘I’m cumming’ and Mom stopped sucking and just pulled on your penis. I saw the sperm shoot out all the way up to your chest and all over you tummy. I almost screamed! I ran right back to my room and masturbated my pussy at least ten times! I think about what I saw just about every night when I play with myself.

Phil couldn’t take it any longer and had to free his pulsing cock from his pants. He was finding it difficult to catch his breath. Sure, he’d had fantasies about his daughter over the years. He dreamed about her wanting him to teach her about sex and guide her, help her explore her body, and show her how to please a man. He would be gentle and patient. She would be safe and loved. They would share themselves with each other, and one day he’d let her go out into the world understanding everything she needed to know about physical love and what a special gift it was. But never did he suspect she felt the same way. Never could he have guessed that she was noticing his cock in the shower or intentionally grinding her cute little butt against his dick. An almost clear droplet of fluid appeared from his pee hole. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and went on.

Mom is really mad about what you did, but I’m really happy. Super happy! Just thinking about you in my bedroom sniffing my smelly panties and jerking off makes me insanely horny. I can’t help wondering where you would squirt your sperm. Did you just spray it on my rug, or did you catch it all in your hand, or did you spurt your creamy mess into my panties then clean them so me and Mom wouldn’t know? Whatever it was, I’m so so so wet right now wondering about it and what other things you might have done. Like, did you ever peek at me in the shower or while I was sleeping naked? Did you ever look on my phone and find the naughty pictures I took of myself? Or did you ever masturbate your penis and think about having sex with me? I’m sorry for sounding like such a whore, Daddy, but I think about you fucking me all the time.

Phil stood and paced the room. What the hell was he supposed to do with this revelation? There was no way this was some kind of ruse to get him into trouble. Tessa’s letter sounded sincere. His daughter truly wanted him in a way that he couldn’t fully grasp was real. His mind spun with the implications of what it all meant. If he’d known earlier, what would he have done? He couldn’t have given her what she wanted. No, no, no. That would be wrong beyond wrong. Obviously. Even if it was what she wanted. Even though it was what he wanted. And now that he does know…

Okay, so, I said a lot more than I meant to. I was only going to tell you that I knew about what you did and that I wasn’t upset at you at all. I wasn’t expecting this to be a tell-all confession, but I guess I really like the idea of you knowing all this stuff that I’ve been keeping secret for so long. We both have a lot in common as far as being horny goes and I think that’s a good thing.

I hope Mom calms down and realizes that you sniffing my panties isn’t such a big deal and lets you come home. I’m going to do my best to talk her into forgiving you. Promise you’ll do everything you can so that you can come home. If Mom keeps being stupid about this then I want you to know that it’s okay if you want to kidnap me. We can go far away somewhere that no one knows us. Maybe I’m being stupid and that’s not what you want, but I know that I could make you happy and do all the things for you that a wife would do even though I’m your daughter and too young to know everything a grown up woman knows how to do.

I miss you and love you and I will write to you again. I’ll also let you know if I get my phone back so we can talk and send pictures or whatever.

-Tessa

P.S. I hope you like the present I sent you.

Phil was happy, confused, and hard as fuck. He read the letter again, holding his hard-on tight in his hand the whole time. Only when he read the P.S. again did he remember that the letter came in a box.

He pulled out the pink tissue paper that the letter had been perched on and found a zip-lock bag underneath. There was something inside the clear plastic and he recognized it instantly. Baby blue background, little cartoon froggy things, and red frills around the edges.

Phil licked his lips and wet his mouth as he haltingly opened the bag. As soon as he did the scent that had been trapped inside wafted out and brought about a moan of indulgent bliss from him. It was the scent of his daughter’s pussy. He held the girlish underwear up, looking at them with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy relics. They were three sizes smaller than what her mother wore, and, despite the childish cartoons, they were twice as sexy. He also knew they were her favorite pair. How many times had these panties been pressed against his daughter’s sweet pussy?

The tears almost started to fall again as he brought the panties to his face. It was unmistakably his daughter’s essence. But so much stronger than it had been on any of her other underwear he’d used over the years. She’d done it, he was certain. Tessa had masturbated herself while wearing this pair. She’d rubbed her horny little virgin cunt through the fabric and infused them with her innocent cum juices when she orgasmed. They were even still a little damp. Every word of what she’d written was real.

Phil breathed his girl in as deeply as he could, dropped down to his knees, and began stroking his cock like never before. There would be plenty of time after to figure out how he would find his way home to his little girl.

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Dedicated to all you hardcore panty sniffers out there!

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