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Open Door Policy, Ch. 29
by DirtyMindedMom

I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the thick steam. Vera was showering and hadn’t locked the door. The kids were at school, it was my day off, and I was in nothing but a pussy-hugging thong. I innocently busied myself at the sink as my houseguest finished rinsing herself then turned off the water. My clit tingled with anticipation.

The shower curtain swished to the side and I heard a surprised noise from Vera.

“Good morning,” I greeted her with a smile. My eyes traveled over her wet nakedness. “Looking good. You really need to stop being selfish and share all that with some lucky man…or boy.”

“You always talking crazy,” she admonished as she stepped out of the tub and began drying herself as modestly as she could manage.

“I’m not going to lie, I wouldn’t mind getting some cock myself,” I said as I cleared a circle in the fogged mirror. “It’s been too long. Maybe we should go out this weekend and pick up a couple studs to take care of us.”

“Oh, no. No man is interested for me. I am too old for doing a thing like that.”

I plucked a few strays around my eyebrows and let her finish drying off. “I’m really glad you came to stay with us, Vera.” I turned to her and she couldn’t help taking a quick look at my nearly naked body. “I haven’t thanked you enough for all you’ve been doing around here.” I stepped close and trapped her in a hug before she could react.

Our bare bodies pressed together. The moist skin of her breasts felt good against my own. Our bellies and our thighs were in full contact. I held her tight. After a moment she relaxed and hugged me back. Everything between us was soft and smooth in the warm mists of the tiny room. I kissed her on the cheek, then on the lips. She didn’t kiss back, but she also didn’t resist. Vera didn’t want to admit how much she needed to be touched – not even to herself.

“You’re far from too old for a good fuck,” I told her without letting her go. “But maybe you’re right. We don’t really need cocks, do we? You and I have everything we need right here.”

“Yes…the rubber penis toy…”

“No. I mean this.”

I kissed my way down over her right breast and along her tummy as I slowly sank to my knees. She made a few tittering noises of protest, but she stopped when I nuzzled her damp bush of pubic hair. I knew this was way outside her comfort zone, but it was time I pushed things forward. I didn’t know if my plan would play out the way I wanted it to, but I was at least going to taste her pussy before it all fell apart.

With gentle kisses and darting licks I teased the area around her mound. Her hand pushed weakly at my head – her insincere way of telling me to stop when she really didn’t want me to.

“What are you doing? This is no right.”

“You know what I’m doing, Vera.” I nibbled a sensitive part of her inner thigh. “It may not be right, but you want it as much as I do. We can ask for forgiveness later, but right now I’m going to suck your pussy.”

I took hold of her ankle and lifted her leg. She could have fought me, but she placed her foot up on the rim of the toilet like I wanted her to. She grabbed hold of the towel rack to balance herself. Before her religious convictions had a chance to take over, I went for it. I buried my face in Vera’s womanhood. There was a clean, soapy scent, but I could easily taste her natural flavor through all that. She had become excited while we talked and hugged. Her tangy juices were fresh and slick on my tongue.

There was no more teasing, I was intent on eating this woman out in the truest sense of the term. I aggressively sucked her pussy, opening my mouth wide. It must have looked like I was trying to devour her whole cunt. All the while my tongue aggressively roamed over her hole, her lips, and her clit. I felt her nub go from a soft knot of flesh to a hard projection of lust.

“Oh, Joanne, this is so bad what you do to me,” Vera whimpered even as she held my head to her crotch. “Women aren’t supposed to do the sex with another women.”

My only response was to grab her ass with both hands, then suck and lick her clit even more intensely than I already had been. Her shuddering moan told me that I had fully tempted her to my way of thinking on what women are supposed to do, and not do, with other women.

“We must stop,” she moaned. Her words stood in stark contrast to the way she was humping my face. The last thing in the world she wanted right then was for me to stop.

I had the urge to talk dirty to her and encourage her orgasm, but my mouth was too occupied to speak.

“It is very bad what you do to me,” Vera said as she panted her way toward orgasm. “The bible say this is the way of sodomy. The priest tell everyone sex with the mouth is unnatural. What would ladies at church say if they know I let you suck on my pussy? If they know I cum on your face?” Vera grabbed my head with both hands and let out a long keening cry. “They say I am an evil woman. That I have devil in my heart for fucking woman’s tongue with my pussy! Fuck my pussy with you tongue, Joanne! Give me orgasm with you mouth! Oooohhh, Jesus, forgive me for what I do! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuuuummmmming!”

A sudden rush of pungent juices ran down my chin and neck. Her entire body spasmed above me again and again, making me worry that she might topple over. Maybe it was a bad idea to give Vera her first oral orgasm while standing. Her first lesbian oral orgasm at that. I lovingly kissed and snuggled my face against her swollen vulva as she regained her senses. I stood, briefly pausing on the way up to suck in one of her dark nipples for a moment.

“That wasn’t enough to pay you back in full for all you do around here,” I said with a seductive purr in my voice, “but there’s plenty more where that came from. All you have to do is ask and my mouth is all yours.” I kissed her on the lips. This time she kissed back.

“I…I don’t know what to say.” She glanced up to the ceiling as if she expected to see an angry angel looking down on us. “I never feel like that before. No from sex or anything else. But so very wrong.”

“Look at it this way,” I said touching the tip of my nose to hers and looking into her eyes. “God is good. He loves us and wants us to be happy. Sex feels good and that makes us happy. God gave his children sex so we can make each other happy. If what we just did was wrong, God would have made it feel bad. Did what I just did to your pussy with my mouth feel bad?”

These ideas churned through Vera’s mind. Her brow furrowed as she tried to sort through my logic. There were plenty of religious arguments to be made to dispute my cockeyed proposition, but, standing there naked in my arms with her pussy dripping fresh lady cum, the poor woman couldn’t come up with a coherent retort. I kissed her on the nose and turned to leave.

I paused at the door, lowered my thong to my ankles, and stepped out of it.

Looking over my shoulder, I said, “I’ll be waiting in my room if you want to find out what if feels like to fuck a pussy with your tongue. Just imagine what the ladies at church would say about that.” I gave her a wink and headed for my room praying she would be right behind me.

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I heard the door to the apartment close. I wasn’t sure who it was, but that didn’t prevent me from carrying on with what I was doing in my bedroom. I pushed my buzzing vibrator deeper into my pussy and waited. No matter who it was, I wanted them to see me pleasuring myself.

“Hey, Mom.” Gary greeted me when he appeared in my open doorway.

“What’s up, Mrs. Harden?” Valerie added as she followed my son into my room. They both flopped onto my mattress while I continued to fuck myself with deliberate slowness. I was naked, as I had been ever since I left the bathroom after eating out Vera that morning for the first time. “Where’s my mom?”

“She said something about confession on her way out.”

“In the middle of the week?” Valerie wondered, tickling her fingers along my bare leg in that tantalizing way she had.

“Your mother has a lot to confess after what we did today.”

Valerie’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t!”

“Come give me a kiss,” I said lustily.

Valerie gave me a long, slow, tongue kiss while my son dropped his pants and began stroking his hard-on. “I still get goosebumps whenever we do that,” my son’s girlfriend purred.

“Maybe it’s because you just tasted your mom’s pussy on my lips.”

“Get out! Are you messing with me?”

“Swear to God.” I worked my dildo a little faster. The thrill of telling Valerie her mom was as much of a horny slut for lesbian sex as she was combined with seeing my first cock of the day spurred me on. “And if you kissed your mom, you’d probably be able to taste my cunt on her tongue.”

“What the fuck…? I can’t believe it.” As she said this she was shedding her own pants and panties. Valerie spit on her fingers and began rubbing her pussy. “Details! We want to hear everything!”

The three of us masturbated together as I told them the way I got things going in the bathroom. I went on to describe how Valerie’s mom came to my room afterward. She had watched me play with myself for a minute or so, then came and sat on my bed. My reticent housemate was still naked from her shower as she explained all the reasons what was happening was bad, bordering on evil. This devout woman only hesitated for a moment when I asked her to suck my nipples while I masturbated. Her naked flesh against mine made it nearly impossible not to cum too quickly.

“That’s so crazy,” Valerie moaned as she leaned over and sucked on one of my nipples just like her mother had earlier that day.

Gary moved so that he could dangle his balls over my face. I happily licked and sucked his nutsack for him while he stroked nice and slow. After a couple minutes they backed off so that I could tell the rest of my story. I explained how I put my toy aside and began touching Vera everywhere I could reach and telling her how good her pussy tasted and how exciting it was to fuck her with my tongue. The heat built until I felt she was ready. It only took a little pressure to move her head down to my belly, where she kissed and nuzzled my soft tummy. After that, she worked her way lower all on her own.

It started with a few tentative kisses above and to the sides, but soon she was running her lips along my womanly slit. I wanted to shove my cunt in her face, but I controlled myself as best as I could and encouraged her with little moans. At her own pace, my mature first-timer parted my outer lips and ventured within. It was divine. She was even more unsure than Gary had been the first time he licked my pussy, but it didn’t take her long to find a few techniques that worked for both of us.

“There’s no way my mom ate your pussy out,” Valerie said even though she knew it was true.

“Your mom is a horny bitch, just like her daughter.” I picked up my pace again, knowing that the two of them were getting close. “Your mother sucked me off. She licked my clit, and fingered my hole. Your mom tasted my cunt and loved it. She couldn’t get enough. I came three times on her face and she lapped up every drop of me.”

“Did you two sixty-nine it?” Gary asked, getting ready to blow his load into my mouth.

“We did. Valerie’s sweet mother rode my face like a nasty whore. She begged me to make her cum with my slutty tongue.”

“Did you lick her ass?” Valerie wanted to know. She inserted a third finger into her tight hole and eagerly awaited my answer. “Please tell me you sucked my mom’s asshole…”

“I didn’t.” I paused with a naughty smirk on my face. “I thought it would be better if her daughter was the first one to tongue fuck her virgin ass.”

“God, no! No fucking way!” Her hand was pounding into her pussy like crazy. “I’ll never do anything like that with my own mother.” Valerie’s head lolled back as she passionately molested herself amidst her false denials. “I’m not going to have sex with my mom. Even if she spreads her ass and pussy for me and shoves it all in my face. Oh, God! I can’t do it! I can’t suck my mom’s cunt! I can’t!” Her orgasm began to overtake her. “No matter how much I want to…I can’t ever eat my mom’s cunt.”

“Oh yes you will, young lady. You’re going to eat your mother’s fuck hole and we’re all going to be there to see it. Me, Gary, and your brother.”

“No!” she wailed. “Not Cris!”

“Yes! He’ll be jacking his cock while you swallow your mother’s cum right in front of him.”

That finally did the trick.

“Ooooooh, fuck!” Valerie came up off the bed, thrusting her hips upward and pushing her fingers as deep as she could while her pussy contracted violently around them.

“So fucking hot, Mom…uhhh…” Gary leaned in and I opened my mouth just in time to catch his thick load.

The taste of my boy’s jizz and the sight of his girlfriend frigging herself like mad to the idea of sucking off her own mother sent me over the edge. Hearing me cum prompted Valerie to renew her efforts and she rubbed out a second orgasm right on the heels of her first. As soon as the aftershocks subsided, she lunged at me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to taste Gary’s cum or get another sample of her mother’s intimate flavor. Whichever she was after, I was more than happy to let this sexy teen girl have her way with me.

As the two of us made out, and Gary went down began alternating between tonguing his girlfriend’s pussy and his mother’s, I decided it was time to put my plan into high gear.

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The sexual tension in the apartment was almost palpable, but it wasn’t until a couple days later that Cris and I found ourselves alone. As soon as I knew we had the place to ourselves, I stripped naked and went out to the living room where he was playing Gary’s Xbox. He was initially surprised to see me completely nude, but a smile slowly came to his face as his army man in the video game got his head blown off.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that naughty thing we did the other day,” I said as I tweaked a nipple.

“Yeah, uh…me too…”

“I know I’m just a crazy old lady to you, and that you can have any girl in school that you want, but I was wondering if you could do me a little favor and fuck me. You have no idea how horny I get sometimes, and my pussy is just dying for a nice hard cock.”

“Really? You and me?”

“Really.” I turned, bent over, and spread my pussy lips. “Look how wet I am. I need a cock real bad and I want it to be yours. Please, Cris, I promise it won’t take long. You’ll be able to get right back to your game.”

He tossed the game controller aside and came toward me, his bulge already showing. “But what if someone comes home?”

“Mmm, that would be exciting, wouldn’t it?” I went to him and pulled his shirt off over his head. “My son already knows how attracted I am to you, so he wouldn’t be surprised to walk in and find his best friend balls deep in his mother’s cunt.” I undid his jeans and pulled them down for him. “And I had a long talk with your mom the other day.” I rubbed Cris’ hard-on through his boxer-briefs. “I told her how I wanted you to make love to me. She confessed that she wanted to do the same with Gary.”

“My mother would never say something like that. She…she…” He became distracted when I pulled down his underwear and let his cock hit my cheek.

“Your mother is very open with me about her secrets…especially right after I make her cum with my mouth.” I licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick.

“You shouldn’t say such dirty things about my mother, even if they are made up.” He struggled to focus as I sucked on the head of his cock. “She is a good woman and, aaaah mm…she’s not like that.”

“Not like me, you mean?” I took half his erection into my mouth and slowly drew back. “Your mom is a saint, is that it?”

“Yes…” He put his hand on my head and moaned as I ran my tongue across and around his balls. “She is devoted to the bible…and the Virgin Mary…and the church…She would be very angry with me for committing these sins with you.”

I turned my head and tickled the underside of his balls before leaning back and looking up at him. “Cris, go get my phone for me. It’s there on the counter.” I watched his dick bounce as he went and came back. I navigated to what I wanted to show him and handed my phone back.

He looked at the screen and his knees literally buckled.

“That’s…that’s…”

“That’s your sainted mother between my legs with her face buried in my pussy. Turns out your mom loves eating cunt, and she’s quite good at it if you must know.” I began stroking him. “I think you’ll like the next one.”

He moved to swipe but hesitated, his hand shaking. I peeled his foreskin back and playfully bit the tip of his cock. He went to the next picture. The look on his face was priceless. I’ll bet when he woke up this morning he wasn’t expecting to see his mother with her legs in the air spreading her pussy and ass wide open. He swiped again, which meant he was looking at a close up of his mom’s coochie from behind while she fingered her own asshole.

I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. “Your mother said it was okay if I fucked you, as long as she could fuck Gary.” That conversation hadn’t actually taken place yet, but it would.

“I can’t believe it.” He swiped back through the images, then went through them again more slowly. “This doesn’t seem possible.”

“Did you ever think this was possible?” I took his cock all the way down my throat. He sucked in a breath as my nose tickled along the fringe of his pubic hair. I pulled back and smiled up at my soon to be lover. “All those times you jerked off while fantasizing about me, did you ever think it was possible that you would really be in my mouth some day? Or that I’d let you put your cock deep inside my pussy?”

“It was you,” he managed to say as I used my tongue to toy with his balls. “You forced my mom to do those things. You tricked her.”

“Your sweet mother tells me I’m the devil when I’m sucking on her fat clit, or when we’re grinding our cunts together and she’s about to orgasm.” I grabbed his taut ass and gave it a nice squeeze. “I won’t deny trying everything I could to tempt her into doing those things with me, just as I tempted you into letting me swallow your cock.” I fellated his erection for a few moments to drive home the argument in my defense. “But you only gave in because you wanted it as much as me. And that goes for your mother as well. She wanted to spread her legs for me. She wanted to ride my face and cum in my mouth. She wanted to eat my cunt and suck my tits. I may be the devil, but you two have been very willing sinners.”

I turned away from him and went down on all fours there on the living room carpet. I wiggled my rump invitingly, then set my knees wider apart so he could see how open and easily accessible my most private holes were to him.

Cris looked from my lewd mating stance to the crude pictures of the pious woman who raised him. His expression was a mix of lust and denial.

“I’ll send those to you,” I assured him. “And I can get more if you want. Maybe one with my son’s cum all over her face. Would you like that?”

“No!” he roared and threw the phone at the couch. “You sick fucking whore! That’s my mother!”

I was afraid I’d overplayed my hand and ruined everything.

Cris came at me with a fierceness I’ve never seen in him before. I prepared myself for the pain of his angry fist striking me, knowing that I deserved whatever retribution he chose to punish me with. Instead of beating me, he dropped down, grabbed my hips, and rammed his cock forcefully into my cunt!

It hurt and I screamed out in pain. He pulled back and slammed into me again. Once more I screamed as his cock mercilessly stabbed into me, but I didn’t do anything to escape or stop his assault.

“You filthy whore!” he bellowed, punctuating this accusation with another brutal thrust. “First your son defiles my little sister with his dirty prick.” A hard smack landed on my ass cheek and the sting of it elicited a sobbing whimper from me. “Then you corrupt my good mother with your lesbian perversions.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up.

“Yes!” I cried. “My son fucked your sister! I fucked your mother!”

“And now it’s your turn to get fucked!” Cris began railing into me with a relentless fury. “You trapped me with your whore tricks. Tempted me with your tits in tight little shirts, and your ass in nothing but panties. Is this what you wanted, whore? You happy now? Fucking whore!”

To any observer, the scene that was playing out would look like a rape. And it would be rape if I it wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for. The mix of pain and pleasure from Cris’ vicious attack brought about a kind of fear I’d never known before – a fear that somehow brought the act of fucking to a place I hadn’t ever experienced before. He smacked my bare ass again, bringing me to focus my mind on the sexual onslaught I was being subjected to.

“I am a whore!” I acknowledged shamelessly. “Fuck me like the whore I am!” He renewed his impassioned violation of my pussy, jarring my entire body violently each time he smashed himself into me. “I’m going to tell your mother what you did to me and it’s going to turn her on so much that she’s going to masturbate her cunt while I tell her the story of how her son fucked me…of how you raped me and filled me with your cum.”

“Shut up!”

“Your mother is going to shove her fingers into her cunt and think of you…imagine it’s your cock inside her…while she prays that someday her son will rape her like this…”

“No!” His denial was accompanied with even deeper penetration of my already ravaged pussy.

“You want to fuck your mom, Cris! You want to fuck your sister! I know you do! Stop lying to yourself.”

“Shut your whore mouth!”

I felt him reach around and clamp his hand on my throat. The fear shifted to a new level. My heart was already beating too fast to go any faster. I tried to take in a breath, but couldn’t. Too far. I’d gone much too far, and now it was too late to pull back. I struggled, but my assailant was much stronger. This was it. It would be called a crime of passion in the news, and poor Cris would spend the best years of his life in prison. Strangely, the only thought that came to me in what I was sure were going to be my last moments was whether I’d be able to cum before I died.

Suddenly he let go of my throat and pulled out of me. I heard a feminine gasp that wasn’t my own as I sucked air into my burning lungs. Warm wetness began falling on the backs of my thighs and my ass. Cris was cumming. Another few seconds and I would have been doing the same.

“What the fuck, Cris?”

I looked up to see who was speaking. Valerie and my son were standing in the doorway. She was aghast, Gary stood behind her smiling as he took in the scene.

I pushed a sweat-soaked stand of hair out of my face. “You two are home early.” Cris’ jizz trickled down over my skin where I was sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. “Don’t mind us, we were just having a friendly little fuck.”

Cris jumped up, and without a word ran to his room and slammed the door. I angled my ass toward Valerie.

“If you ever wanted to know what your brother’s cum tastes like…here’s your chance.”

Valerie’s eyes went to my sperm-covered ass. She looked at Gary, silently seeking his permission. My son looked at me and chuckled, then nudged his girlfriend forward and closed the door behind him before any of the neighbors could see the debauchery that was about to take place.

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Learning Curves

As I slipped a second finger into my sister’s asshole, I could hardly believe we were doing this, much less that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. It started with Jess acting weird. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me her boyfriend wanted to have anal sex, but that she was too afraid. I told her that I’d tried it before and how it could be good if you know how to do it right. This got her even more freaked out and she begged me to tell her what exactly that meant. I explained the mistakes I’d made and what I’d do differently if I had it to do over. She had a million questions and only got more stressed when I couldn’t give her the exact details in a way she could understand. Finally, out of frustration, I blurted, “Do you just want me to show you?” I didn’t really mean it, but when she said yes, it turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected.

Me and Jess shared a room ever since we were little. We were naked in front of each other all the time and it was no big deal. When I started sprouting hair down there and my boobs began to come in, Jess was very curious and I’d let her inspect the changes my body was going through. Only a year later, I was inspecting her development, and we often compared ourselves without any reservation. Not long after that, my little sister heard me masturbating in the dark when I thought she was asleep. She asked me what I was doing and I showed her the wonderful new trick that I’d discovered. After that it wasn’t unusual for us to masturbate around each other, and we often did it together either side-by-side or face-to-face. Sometimes we would cuddle together in bed at night when it was cold or during a scary storm. Usually we just hugged and snuggled, but sometimes I would tickle her nipples or she would rub my butt. That was about as sexual as we ever got together.

Before I had a chance to tell my sister I wasn’t serious about my offer, Jess had her pants and panties off before I knew it and was lying on my bed with her butt in the air. It seemed weird, but also perfectly natural. I spread her butt cheeks and spit on her perfect little virgin asshole. She squealed in fear as I gently worked a finger into her. She was so tight! I couldn’t imagine a cock fitting in there. I slowly worked my sister’s hole while she moaned. I was surprised when she asked for me to stick another finger in there. I could tell this hurt her a little, but she made me keep going. My surprise turned to shock when she began masturbating while if fingered her ass. Watching each other was one thing, but this was something else.

It felt so cool when Jess made herself cum and I could feel her ring of muscles tighten and spasm around my fingers. She said it was one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. She was all giddy and silly after that and said she wanted to do it to me. I said no way, but she wrestled me down onto the bed and after a couple minutes of screaming, struggling, and hair pulling she managed to rip my panties down and get a finger shoved into my asshole. I gave in at that point and let myself enjoy the sensation of my little sister butt fucking me. I wasn’t able to resist playing with my pussy like she had, and soon I was having my own mind-blowing orgasm.

After lying around like a couple of limp noodles and talking more about the ins and outs of anal sex, we got in the shower together. Once we were all lathered up, it was inevitable that we’d end up in a naked hug, each of us reaching around behind the other and inserting a soapy finger so we could enjoy the new trick we’d discovered together. We rubbed our slippery tits and sudsy mounds together as we violated one another’s backside holes. I had three more orgasms during that shower, and my sister had at least that many. I was pretty sure we’d be cuddling together in the same bed later that night, but not because it was cold or there being a scary storm. I couldn’t wait to find out what we discovered next!

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Hard Lessons

For prpldrgn, winner of the final caption contest.

I made it very clear to my daughter from the time she was a little girl that she wasn’t allowed in that room. I run a very strict household, as her mother will attest, and so when I caught Sophie snooping around in my private room, taking in my collecting of riding crops, inspecting the various sets of manacles I’d collected over the years, and handling a few of the dozens of varied dildos on display I knew I had to teach her a lesson. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but in this case it punished the pussy. Sophie wept when she realized she’d been caught, but I intended to give her good reason to cry. She resisted at first, but soon her pants were down around her ankles and she was across my lap. I let her have the first few spanks with her thin little pink panties on, then I pulled those down, too. I used my hand judiciously to bring her pink bottom to a bright red, delivering a few sharp smacks to her exposed vulva to drive the message home that she was not to be in my special room.

It was only three days later that her mother reported that she’d found our daughter in my room astride my low buck humping herself wantonly against the hard leather surface. Apparently the lesson hadn’t been learned after all. This time I took a different approach. I stripped her mother down to nothing and bound her wrists and ankles to my St. Andrews cross, then called Sophie into the room. She was shocked to see her mom naked and spread-eagle upon my most prized apparatus. I explained that for her self-indulgent transgression that I wasn’t going to take it out on her this time, but that her mother would receive the punishment for her daughter’s disobedience. Sophie watched in anguish as I mercilessly paddled her mother’s bare ass, then cruelly striped her back with a series of different whips. When my daughter tearfully asked me to stop torturing her mother, I instead made the insubordinate child watch while I strangled my wife’s large breasts with tight ropes and dripped hot wax on them. Her mother’s screams brought the poor girl to her knees as she promised through mournful sobs never to violate the sanctity of my private room again.

The message seemed to have gotten through, and Sophie respected my rules for the next couple months. Then, late one evening, I had my wife dangling in the air face down in the sling while I fucked her from behind, and I looked up to see my daughter at the doorway peeking in at us. She quickly took her hand from between her legs when she saw me looking, but I knew what she was up to. I put aside the pinwheel I’d been casually running over my wife’s reddened ass cheeks, pulled my hard cock from her mom’s wet cunt, and signaled for Sophie to come into the room. She was scared, but also eager. It was obvious to me that a simple punishment wasn’t the solution. This problem was going to take a whole new way of thinking to resolve.

I had my daughter strip naked. I inspected her body and liked what I saw. Her eyes couldn’t stay away from my erection whenever it was in view. I was well aware of the proscription against sex with one’s offspring, but she was my daughter, which meant I owned her. She was mine to do with as I pleased. I ordered Sophie to go to her mother’s closet and find the sluttiest pair of shoes she could, put them on, and return to my private chamber. While she was gone I went to where my wife was hanging and slid my cock into her whimpering mouth and told her what I proposed to do. She nodded her assent as I pushed deeper into her throat.

This is how my daughter found us when she returned atop a pair of sleek back heels. She watched with fascination as I gagged her mother with my cock before withdrawing and letting her breathe. I selected a leather collar from a drawer and affixed it around Sophie’s neck. “If you can’t behave like a respectful daughter, then we will have to treat you like a disobedient pet.” I clipped a chain leash to the collar and commanded my girl down onto all fours. Her whole body was shaking – with excitement or fear, I could not tell. I tugged on the leash and walked her around the room. “While in this house,” I explained to her, “you are no longer a girl, you are an animal. When you come home, you will immediately take off all your clothes and put on your collar. Once the collar is on, you are no longer permitted to walk, but instead must move about on all fours like the filthy beast that you are.” I surveyed the rack of equipment and selected a set of cuffs and chains. “You will then find me or your mother so that we may decide what accessories you deserve for the remainder of the day.” I attached the cuffs to ankles and wrists, limiting her movements and paraded her around in front of her mother for her opinion. My wife’s gaze took in our daughter in all her naked glory for the first time, a lacivious smile playing across her lips. I expected her to balk at using our girl in this manner, but my games over the years have apparently rendered my former beauty queen as depraved as I. My wife’s eyes went to the walnut cabinet in the corner. “Yes,” I agreed in response to her silent suggestion. “Quite right, my dear.”

I led Sophie to the cabinet. “As our pet, you will do anything you are told. If you don’t obey, you will be punished.” A demonstration was in order. “Now, sit up!” She dropped back onto her haunches and held her “paws” up before her. Quick learner. I stepped close, placing my erect cock only inches from her face. “Lick,” I commanded. She hesitated, looking up at me with uncertainty. I gave her left titty a hard slap. She yelped when she felt the sting on her puffy nipple, and quickly began licking the head and shaft of my cock. “Good, now Daddy’s balls.” My daughter ducked her head lower and complied with my demand, tonguing my clean-shaven scrotum front, sides, and bottom. She was beginning to understand the scope of what I had in mind for her from now on.

I plucked the item I was after from the cabinet and walked my pet back to where her mother was suspended. I helped my wife from the sling and gave her a moment to restore circulation to all her limbs. After a whispered exchange, I moved back in front of my new pet with my wife at my side. “Sit up. Good, girl.” Her mother began stroking my cock in front of our pet’s face. When I was close to reaching climax, I ordered, “Open your mouth.” Once again there was a look of reservation on her face, and once again she received a sharp tit slap to prompt her compliance. Sophie opened her mouth wide. “Don’t swallow,” I warned her moments before her mom pumped my load of semen onto her tongue.

Once I was spent, my wife held her hand out and our pet spit my cum into her palm. The two of us then went around behind. “On all fours,” her mother directed. It gave me a pleasant thrill to hear that. I’d only ever seen my wife as my submissive. I’d never seen her take a dominant role, as she was with our new pet. Sophie’s mother began smearing my cum over her daughter’s asshole. “What are–” Her mom’s resounding bare-handed smack on her little rump quickly shut her up. Once her asshole was well lubricated with my semen, I carefully inserted the item I’d taken from the cabinet. Our little daughter-pet wailed in pain throughout the insertion. In time she would learn to relax and accept whatever we put into any of her holes.

I stood back and admired my creation. My wife was right, the addition of the anal plug with the long tail completed the effect to perfection. I took her for another stroll around the room – the room that was no longer off limits to my little pet.

The perverse glimmer in my wife’s eye didn’t escape me as we returned to her. I handed the least over. “You look as though you’d like a turn with our new toy.” She walked Sophie across the room and back, then ordered her to sit up, as I had earlier. My wife then turned around, backed up to our daughter-pet’s face, spread her own ass cheeks, and spoke the command, “Lick.” Sophie pulled back. “Bad girl,” her mother barked and yanked on the leash, pulling the girl’s head forward. The dreamy smile on my wife’s face indicated our pet was doing as told. I stepped up and began sucking on her fat nipples and fingering her bald pussy. It didn’t take long before my wife was cumming with her daughter’s tongue up her asshole. I wondered if Sophie was regretting her intrusion into my private sanctum yet. If she was, that regret would only become more intense because this was just the beginning. If she was getting what she wanted, then things were only going to get more interesting as time went on.

The next day when Sophie arrived home from school she did just as she was supposed to. She stripped naked in the foyer and donned the collar that was waiting there for her. She then sought me out. I took her to the room and outfitted her with the black heels, a set of nipple clamps, and (of course) her tail. My wife and I thoroughly enjoyed the new arrangement. Life was much more fun with a pet than with a daughter. A few times a week, I’d arrive home to find our toy lapping at my wife’s cunt. As often as not I’d join them, sliding my cock into my pet’s wet pussy. My dear wife had absolutely no qualms about me fucking our daughter-pet and frequently requested that I do so while she watched and pleasured herself with one of her many large toys. Sophie clearly enjoyed being our sex pet, and often misbehaved on purpose so that she could discover what new forms of punishment her owners would devise for her.

If fact, this is exactly what her mother and I are trying to determine at this very moment. Earlier this evening my wife put Sophie’s dinner bowl down on the kitchen floor. Instead of eating, our pet defiantly lifted her leg and piddled all over the floor. We rubbed her nose in the puddle and spanked her with a rolled up newspaper, but that wasn’t enough. Our naughty little pet clearly wanted to be taught a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

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Baiting My Brother

I was recently asked a question that really got me thinking. If I were to seduce my brother today, how would I go about it?

Not to be a spoil-sport, but I need to say right off the top that I have no intention of attempting to have sex with my brother. I say this in a futile effort to avoid a rash of messages telling me I should put this plan into action. As I’ve said before, I’m not willing to put my marriage, or his, in jeopardy in exchange for the sake of a kinky thrill. Between my husband and my writing, my pussy is already getting all the action she needs to be content. Now, if it should happen that we both somehow end up single at some point in the near future, I’ll reconsider. If, however, I had no regard for my wedding vows or the stability of Nick’s family, here’s what I’m thinking I’d do…

For starters, being the kind of person I am, I’d have to take things slow. If real life were a porno, I could just show up at his house one day, drop my panties, and say, “Wanna fuck?” Of course his answer would be, “Hell, yeah!” and we’d merrily go to pound town together on his kitchen floor without a second thought. While that’s certainly an option, the risk factor is well beyond what I’m willing to chance, and I’m more than certain I don’t have the balls to attempt anything even close to that.

The way I’d start it would be to test the waters in very gradual stages. I’d want to know with some confidence that he would respond positively to any advances I might make. I would be devastated if he rejected me, and probably too embarrassed to face him after coming on to him sexually only to be shot down. First I’d start dressing sexier when I knew I was going to see him. Nothing too overt, but I’d choose my wardrobe such that it would allow me the option to show off to him whenever the opportunity allowed, but remain otherwise conservative when anyone was around. For example, a short skirt that might ride up by accident, or a loose blouse that could hang open if I happened to lean over in front of him. I’d carefully watch to see what his reaction was to these incidental flashes of sister-flesh was. If he was happy to help himself to a peek rather than avert his eyes, this would prompt me to move to phase 2.

The next thing I’d have to do is find a way to spend time with him alone. This would be tricky. One idea is that I would have to use one of Nick’s hobbies that doesn’t involve his wife. What I came up with was golf. I could tell him that I want to learn to play. I’d ask if he could teach me, but not tell anyone because it was going to surprise my husband if I got good at it (which I wouldn’t). We could meet up at a local course once every week or two after he got out of work. I’d tell Dave I had joined some new club or was going to a women-only gym. I’d use the time on the course to get a little flirty with my brother, and do a bit more showing off in tight shorts and tops. Maybe even forget my bra on occasion.

After the driving range or a quick 9 holes, I’d do my best to maneuver him into the club house for a beer or two where we could talk. Over time I would carefully introduce topics that were more and more intimate. Again, I’d be careful to gauge his reaction to these conversational gambits. Does he try to change the subject, fidget and clam up, or engage with me and encourage further discussion along such provocative lines? I wouldn’t try anything too explicit out of the gate. Maybe get him to swap stories about any wild college experiences. Perhaps ask about girlfriends he had before getting married. And probably mention something I saw in the news or on Facebook that has a sexual element to it.

If he went along with this, I’d loosen up the joking and sexual innuendo. We can be fairly open around each other now, but sexy banter between us is very much the exception, not the rule – especially one-on-one. Assuming he plays along, I would work in more personal things. I might fill him in on how and when I lost my virginity, or tell him about the time I walked in on my roommate masturbating (I didn’t), or confess how my sex drive seems to be getting stronger as I get older (it is).

My hope would be that he’d respond in kind, and talk with me about similarly private aspects of his life. If nothing else, having Nick talk about his sexual experiences with me would be enough to fuel my masturbation fantasies for a couple decades. When I felt it was safe, I’d go even deeper. I’d admit to finding our father’s porn stash and maybe mention how I’d sneak out to the garage on occasion and spend some “alone time” looking at his dirty magazines and books. I’d hint around about sometimes looking at porn online, working it into the conversation in the form of a little joke here and there. I’d also be sure to look for any excuse to touch him. A lingering pat on the shoulder, helping him get the ketchup off his lip, or fixing his mussed up hair for him. Of course, I’d only say and do these sorts of things after a beer or two, allowing me to blame the alcohol if I got myself into trouble.

I thought about using text messages and/or email to supplement my flirtation, but there would be too much danger leaving evidence like that for either of our spouses to find. As tempting as it is, most of the people getting caught misbehaving are undone because of their phone or computer. With everything going to plan, I’d wait for just the right time and tell him that I wrote an erotic story that I posted online. If he wanted to see it, I’d direct him to some site where I had uploaded it under a new alias. I’d either write something new, or use a version of “Coming Out to Play.” Upon receiving a positive response, I’d tell him I’d also written a “taboo” story but was afraid to post it. Ideally, he’d encourage me to put it on the web (mostly because he’s secretly dying to read it). The story would be something fairly neutral to our situation so as not to be too blatant about what I was up to. Maybe a nice sister/sister story where the first initials of the girls’ names would be N and R (matching Nick and Rachael).

Once I’d gotten favorable feedback from him on the incest story, I’d probably teasingly ask him if he jerked off to it. Not sure if he’d confess to this, but I wouldn’t press him too hard on it knowing that he had most likely beat his dick like a rented mule while reading his little sister’s filthy story. I’d then let Nick know that I’d gotten a lot of requests from readers for a brother/sister story, but I’d feel weird about writing something like that and would want his blessing before attempting a story that hit that close to home. Hopefully he’d push for more details, and I’d explain that I had a weird crush on him when we were teens. My mission at that point would to be to get some sort of confirmation from him that he had any kind of sexual interest in me back then.

At this point, everything has all been slowly developing over the course of several months at the minimum. Maybe golf season is over by now and I’ve wormed my way onto his co-ed darts team. Whatever the case, if everything feels right, I’ll hit the fruity girl-drinks harder than usual during one of our get-togethers. While we’re saying our goodbyes in the parking lot, I’ll step up close to him and ask, “Can I try something?” Before he can answer, I’ll go up on my tippy-toes and kiss him on the lips. But not a sister kiss. A nice, long, sexy, “I want you” kiss.

If I need an explanation, I’ll tell him that I always wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss him like that, and that it was much better than I imagined. After that, I would pretty much leave it up to him to move things forward. If he hadn’t taken the lead by then, this would be the full steam ahead signal from me. I wouldn’t play any games with him. If he kept things between us at the level they were, I’d go along with that. If he tried to seduce me, I’d let him. If he shoved me in the backseat of his SUV and wanted to fuck me there on the spot, I’d spread my legs and hand my pussy over to him to do with as he pleased. Knowing my brother, he’d be more gentlemanly than that. Part of the thrill for me would be to see how he went about crossing that line with me. I could definitely go for a bit of seduction – something I don’t think I’ll be able to experience again in my romantic life.

I don’t believe I have a preference between a brief affair versus a prolonged siblings-with-benefits arrangement, but I’d be happy either way. Just being able to know what it’s like to fuck and suck my brother’s cock, to make him jerk off for me while I watch, and to taste his cum would more than satisfy me for years to come (and come, and come).

Okay, so it’s far from being the boldest plan, but with my personality it’s the best I can imagine myself doing in real life. Taking it slow would give me plenty of chances to bail if he wasn’t picking up what I was putting down. Also, using alcohol and humor would provide a cover to safely pull back from any comments or actions that he felt were inappropriate.

And, whether he went for me or not, I’d always have my fantasies and a fat dildo with his name on it!

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Open Door Policy 26

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 26
by DirtyMindedMom

“Oh, fuck me, that feels good,” I moaned loudly as I eased the dildo into my cunt.

It was my day off, the kids were in school, Vera was puttering around in her natural habitat (the kitchen), and I was in my bedroom with the door wide open.

I was on my back, naked, legs in the air and knees bent, as I slowly fucked myself. “Yeah, that’s it, nice and easy. Fuck that horny pussy.” Saying these things aloud turned me on even more than I already was. It’s what I’d be doing even if I wasn’t trying to get my housemate’s attention. “Mmm, deep in my wet fucking pussy.”

I opened my eyes and saw my quarry peering into my room, wide-eyed but curious.

“Do you want I should close the door for you?” Vera said in an uncertain tone.

I could tell this was nothing more than her hastily constructed excuse for being at my threshold. Vera had been shy, and very chaste, with me ever since our mutual masturbation encounter. She wasn’t going so far as to try to avoid me – an impossibility given our close quarters – but she was staying away from anything remotely close to the topic of sex. Somehow, her guilty conscience only made her sexier in my eyes. It suddenly came to me that one of the things that was getting me off about this whole situation was that I was witnessing the gradual corruption of this otherwise respectably moral woman. Not only witnessing her fall from grace, but intentionally orchestrating it. I was a terrible person.

“Leave it,” I said, looking at her from between my thighs. “I want it open. Wide open.”

“Oh…okay…” After a moment of lingering indecision, she turned to go.

“Vera, come join me.” I slipped the dildo out of my pussy, gave it a few quick sucks, then pushed it gently back into my hole.

She cleared her throat nervously. “I…I should not. We shouldn’t do like that. It is bad for us.”

“Come on, I know you’re as horny as I am. We had fun last time, didn’t we?”

Vera wasn’t able to deny that. “I try no to do any more sins…” Her protests trailed off as I reached around with my free hand and caressed a finger over my exposed asshole, wet with my dribbling juices.

“I understand. You’re a good woman, and a good mother.” I continued to deliberately fuck myself, pleased at how enthralled she was by the sight of what I was doing. “You don’t want to turn into a nasty slut like me.”

“Oh…I no think you are a slut, Joanne. You are…only different from me.” Her stiffening nipples betrayed her desire to walk the straight and narrow path.

“How about you just stay for a little with me while I play? It makes it more exciting to know someone is looking at me while I’m doing this.”

She apparently wasn’t able to come up with a good excuse during the few moments she hesitated before giving in with a nod.

“Come sit next to me.” I patted the mattress and she moved to the spot and sat down.

I masturbated quietly for a time, my hand massaging each of my breasts in turn, tweaking my nipples lightly. I shifted so Vera would be able to get a good view of what I was doing between my legs. It was difficult to pace myself and not just pump my dildo madly to a quick cum.

“Mmm…I love playing with my pussy,” I sighed. Using two fingers, I carefully peeled back the hood of my clitoris and thrust my hips up, making it stand out as prominently as I could. “I wish my clit was as big as yours is. You must love having it sucked.”

Vera stared openly at my vulgar display, then shrugged.

“What? You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know. My husband say your mouth is not for sex. The bible say so, too.”

“Oh, you poor thing. You have no idea what you’re missing.” I teased the end of my dildo over my little pink tip. “We’re going to have to do something about that one of these days.”

She swallowed nervously, but didn’t raise any objections. Little by little I was chipping away at that moral foundation that was holding her back from enjoying herself as much as she deserved. She might be scared now, but one day she would be thanking me for bringing her over to the dark side.

“I talked to Gary,” I said conversationally as I leisurely inserted the toy back inside my wetness.

Once again, she was slow to respond due to the distractions I was offering. “About what?”

“He said he’d like to have sex with you. He’d like it very much.”

“Oh! No! That was just bad talk, no for real. You didn’t really.”

“I did. He asked me last night if I talked to you about it and I promised I’d mention it today. He wants to know when you two can get together and do it.”

“No, no, no,” she insisted, shaking her head. “He is Valencia’s boyfriend. And too young for me. I am married, and—“

“Okay, okay, I get it. You have a hundred reasons why you shouldn’t. Just relax.” I tried to keep it light and playful. “I know it’s way outside your comfort zone. But my son does think you’re a very sexy woman. He even said he thinks about you sometimes when he’s stroking his cock.”

The shocked look on her face was precious. “He say these things to his mother?”

“Not in so many words,” I lied, “but we’re very open with each other about everything, including sex.” I licked some of my juices off of my dildo while I let that sink in. “As a matter of fact, before you moved in, my son and I had a sort of ‘open door policy’ around here. We never bothered hiding from each other behind closed doors when we dressed or showered.”

“Your son sees you naked?”

“Sometimes.” I couldn’t help smiling thinking back to that first week the policy was in effect. “I think it’s healthy for us not to be ashamed of our bodies and to teach our kids to be comfortable about that.”

Vera nodded absently, even though I was sure she didn’t agree with my philosophy. “And you see your son naked, too?”

“Uh huh. Quite a lot actually.”

“And also his penis?”

“Most definitely. He’s rather proud of it…” I couldn’t help letting out a telling moan as I pictured my son’s wonderful cock. “…as he should be. It’s pretty big for a boy his age.”

“You see it when it’s…you know?”

“Hard? Of course.” I pulled my toy out and held it up. “Maybe an inch or two longer than this, and a bit thicker.” I got a thrill out of the way her eyes went wide at that. “But you know how they are when they’re teenagers, they get hard so easy. I made sure Gary wasn’t embarrassed about it, telling him it was perfectly natural and nothing he had to hide from me.”

“I don’t know,” Vera said somewhat hushed. “I think maybe it is no good for a boy to see his mother naked and have a hard penis for that.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure if Cris saw you naked, he would get a huge erection right away.”

“Aaiiee,” she exclaimed and crossed herself. “I can’t even imagine about that.”

“They can’t help it. All boys want to have sex with their mother. It’s a psychological fact.” I didn’t know if that was true, but it sounded good at the time.

“That is more than bad. They don’t really want that.”

I gave her a shrug. “If I was your son, I’d want to fuck you.”

“Yes, but you are a devil inside of a woman’s body.”

“A very horny body,” I giggled, turning her distressed frown into a hint of a smile. “Can you do me one little favor?” I wanted to continue working on her, but I was getting too close to focus.

“What favor?”

I gathered one of my breasts up in my hand. “Can you just suck one of my nipples for me while I masturbate?”

“Oh…I…”

“Only for a few seconds.”

She eyed my proffered nipple. Her tongue moved across her lower lip without her being aware of it. She was shaking her head no even as she leaned down. I figured it was a longshot, but it looked like it was going to pay off.

“Only for a quick time.”

Her soft lips settled around my areola and her tongue touched the tip of my erect nipple. A flash suddenly blazed through my whole body. This caught me off guard. I’ve had plenty of people suck my tits before, but the triumph of getting Vera to do it added something to the experience like nothing else.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I began working myself faster.

Upon hearing and feeling my reaction, she sucked my whole nipple into her mouth. I knew then that it wouldn’t just be for a quick time. I had her hooked. She sucked while I fucked. The little noises she made as she suckled me only heightened the pleasure. I was convinced that this was something she’d been fantasizing about since that day we got off in front of each other.

“That feels so fucking good, Vera. Don’t stop.” She pulled off of my tit right after I said that, making me think I had screwed things up by speaking. Vera then moved to my other breast and began eagerly sucking that nipple. “Ah…yes. You’re going to make me cum.”

I was about to start really going at it, then I noticed something.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked. Vera nodded, unwilling to release my nipple from her mouth. Her hand was between her legs and she was pressing her crotch through her slacks. “Yeah, that’s it, rub that hot pussy. I want you to cum with me.”

It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before her stifled moans told me she was ready to climax. I’d been on the edge the entire time, and was finally able to let myself pull the trigger. I changed the angle of the dildo slightly, which started a chain reaction that couldn’t be stopped.

“I’m cumming! My cunt is cumming. Suck my tits! Suck my tits! Yes, yes, oh fuuuuck, yes!”

As soon as she sensed I had mostly finished orgasming, she let off with a deep breath and began rubbing herself with both hands. Even though she was fully dressed, it was about the hottest thing I could imagine seeing her do. It was somehow so much more depraved this way.

“That’s it,” I cheered her on. “Rub that fucking pussy! Make that big clit cum!” I reached over on impulse and grabbed one of her bouncing tits and squeezed. Even through her blouse and bra I could feel how hard her nipple was.

“Ai mãe!” she cried and began to spasm as her climax took control of her body. I rode it out with her, feeling a glow of happiness at having the privilege of being part of something so beautiful as another woman’s orgasm.

Once the storm had passed, without a word she dropped onto the bed next to me. I put my arm around her and held her. I could feel her racing heart gradually slow in the quiet warmth of our embrace.

“You are the devil,” she whispered.

“And you are an angel.” I kissed her cheek and rested with my forehead to hers.

I still had a lot of corrupting left to do, but I had managed to take this sainted mother one more baby step down the path to blissful damnation.

~ ~ ~

Gary gave me a hug when he got home from school. He kissed me on the cheek then whispered in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Mom. I can’t wait to eat your pussy tonight.”

“Why wait?” I asked teasingly. “Why don’t you throw me down right here and suck me off in front of everyone.”

“Mmm…you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He kissed me again. “Dirty freak.”

Valerie was looking at us knowingly, Vera suspiciously, and Cris wasn’t paying any attention to us at all. I wondered what would happen if Gary took me up on my challenge and ravished me on the spot in front of them all. Not yet, I reminded myself. Naughty things come to those who wait.

There was a delicious amount of sexual tension in the air as we all went through the motions of normal life. Gary wanted to eat my pussy. Valerie wanted his cock inside her. Vera was most likely picturing my son’s swinging dick every time she saw him. And I was doing everything I could to inspire Cris to think impure thoughts about me. What a fun little dynamic we had going on. It was almost ridiculous that not long ago I was a regular, boring housewife who barely bothered to think about sex. I probably should have been seeking professional help for my current mental state, but I was having too much fun playing the depraved pervert in sheep’s clothing to even think about stopping now.

It wasn’t until I noticed Gary noticing me flirting with Cris that I began to feel a bit guilty. He had told me he didn’t care if I fucked his girlfriend’s brother. If fact, he encouraged it. Even so, was it possible he was feeling some jealousy and covering it up? He seemed to enjoy watching me fuck that one-night-stand, and he knew it wasn’t like the two of us were in some kind of romantic relationship. With all the craziness going on in my life between leaving my husband and all the kinky sex I somehow got wrapped up in, maybe I was losing sight of what was most important of all. I promised myself at that moment I would never let that happen.

That night after I took off my makeup and washed my face, I purposely left my phone in the bathroom. When I came back to get it, it just so happened Cris was in there going through his nightly routine. What a coincidence.

“Sorry, just need to grab my phone,” I said slipping in behind him. “Can’t leave this lying around for anyone to find. That would be embarrassing.”

“How come?” he asked innocently, walking right into my trap.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure there are plenty of things on your phone you don’t want anyone else to see. Just because I’m an old lady doesn’t mean I don’t have some secrets of my own.” I met his eye in the mirror and winked.

“You’re not an old lady,” he said, more to be a gentleman than anything else. “Besides, as long as no one knows your password it’s safe.”

“Oh, I don’t use a password. I keep forgetting them, so I stopped using one.” I noticed a dark spot on Cris’s back. “Ouch, what happened here?” Without thinking my motherly instincts kicked in and I brushed my fingertips over the bruise near his shoulder blade.

“Probably from basketball.” His voice was cool, but the goosebumps that rose in response to my touch told another story. “It’s nothing.”

“You boys play too rough.” I leaned in and kissed his boo-boo. “Of course, some of us like it rough…”

Our eyes met once again in the mirror. He couldn’t form a coherent response to that. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Night, night.” I let my fingernails trail lightly down his back to the waistband of his shorts and made my exit. Once again my heart was thumping with the thrill of seduction. If I didn’t have him on the line after that, I’d never be able to snare him.

I closed my bedroom door and tried to refocus my mind, shifting my attention from one handsome young boy to another. Gary was stretched out on his bed, or rather our bed. He still had on his boxers and was absently toying with his cock and balls as he watched something on his laptop – a preview for the latest superhero movie from the sound of it.

“Mmm…can’t wait to see Wonder Woman,” he said without looking up.

“And here I thought I was your Wonder Woman.”

“You can be my Super Girl.”

I grabbed my boobs and hefted them through my flimsy tank top. “How many girls do you know with tits like this?”

He looked over and grinned. “Okay, I take it back. How about we say you’re my Harley Quinn and leave it at that.”

He lost me with that one, so I couldn’t continue playing along without jeopardizing what little nerd cred I had with him. I decided to take it as a compliment and move on.

“Can we talk for a minute,” I said, putting aside my sudden urge to take my son’s cock down my throat.

“Sure.” Gary closed his laptop and started to pull down his boxers.

“I mean talk-talk.” I sat on the mattress trying not to look at his dick.

“Oh, that kind of talk.” He pulled his shorts up. The look of resigned patience on his face showed that he had accepted how having a sexual affair with me inevitably involved the occasional “talk.”

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Oh course, Mom. You make it pretty obvious every night.”

“I don’t mean just like that. I love all the things we do together, but there’s more to it than that.” I held back from putting a reassuring hand on his leg, knowing it would be too distracting. “Even with all the things that have been going on, I’m still your mother. I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Same here.”

“And you understand it’s not just because I can’t get enough of your cock, or because of the amazing things you do to my pussy with your tongue. That’s all very special to me, but I love you as much now as I did before we started playing with each other like that. And that love I have for you will never change no matter what.

He nodded as he took that in. “I know we say it a lot, but I really do love you, too, Mom. And also not just for the sex stuff – which is great – but also for you being you.”

“I think the sex stuff is easy – somehow it just comes natural for us, I guess – but it’s everything else that can get confusing and complicated.”

“More than anything, I want you to be happy, Mom. After the shitty way Dad treated you, you should be happy.”

“And I want the same for you.” I gave in and stroked his leg, stopping at the edge of his underwear. “We’re kind of caught in a Catch-22 here. I don’t want you making choices just to make me happy. I only want to do what makes you happy.”

“If that’s what a Catch-22 is, then you’re right – this can get confusing sometimes.”

“I know we’ve been through this before, but I’ll back off on trying to have sex with Cris if you don’t want me to. You’re all I need to keep me satisfied.” I was hoping he couldn’t tell that wasn’t entirely true.

“Mom, seriously, I’m fine with it.” He reached out and patted me on the knee, leaving his hand there. “Look, I know how much you like to fuck. I saw you with that guy, and you were like a whole different person. I can’t blame you for wanting a cock like that.” It was difficult not to notice him getting hard as he said that. “I didn’t get it until me and Valerie started fucking, but now I understand that there’s no other feeling like that in the world.”

“But it still must bother you.”

He took a moment to consider it. “Well, I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t wish it was my cock you wanted to fuck. But you explained how that’s not something we can do, and I mostly get it. I think it would be fine, but I guess you know what’s best for us. It’s only because I trust you so much that I know we can’t do it.”

“You might not be feeling that way if you didn’t have Valerie’s pussy to stick your dick in every chance you get,” I teased.

“And soon I’ll be sticking it in her mom.”

I slapped his boner playfully for that.

“Oww, that’s child abuse.”

“I’ll show you some abuse!” I rolled him to his side and began spanking his butt cheek.

“Owww! Help! Call 9-1-1!”

I climbed on top of him and clapped my hand over his mouth. “Shhh! They’re going to think I’m really beating you.”

His body went still under me. It felt so good to be this close to him. His smell filled me up. The touch of his arm wrapping around my back gave me tingles. The deep look in his eyes as he stared into mine told me everything I needed to know about what was going on inside of him. I moved my hand and brought my lips to his. He kissed me back.

It wasn’t the passionate kiss of horny desperation we often shared in the throes of our incestuous degradations. This was a kiss of love, pure and unsullied. A son’s love for a mother. A boy’s love for a woman. We were part of each other, and always would be. It would be impossible to love another man the way I loved my son. And with this kiss I knew to the core of my being that he loved me like no other woman. It wasn’t a romantic love we had, but something beyond that. Yes, there was raw lust that drove us to do the things we had done – neither of us would deny that. However, that lust was fueled and sustained by the bond we had. A bond that formed before he came into this world. A bond that had been formed between us as he grew inside me. And it was only enhanced when he emerged from from within, struggling into the light amid my blood, sweat, and pain. Then, finally, it was sealed forever when I nourished him with my body, letting him suck at my breasts and feed on my life’s milk. Indulging in the pleasure of our sexuality together was only the next inexorable step in our journey together as mother and son.

“God, I love you so fucking much, Mom.”

For a moment I wondered if he was reading my mind. I covered his face with kisses, and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Okay, enough of that mushy stuff,” I said and fetched my phone from the dresser. “I want you to help me take some naked selfies.”

“I already have about a hundred naked pictures of you on my phone. I can just send some to you.”

“No, I need it to look like I took them and have them on my phone.” I dropped my shorts and pulled my tank top off over my head. “In case anyone around here goes snooping on my phone, I want there to be something for them to find.”

He finally understood what I was up to and yanked off his own shorts. “You are one crazy bitch, Harley.”

We spent the next hour taking pictures. Gary gave me nude selfie lessons. There was a lot more to taking dirty pictures of yourself than I realized. I tried to keep them tasteful, but we kept veering off into explicitly graphic territory with me spreading my cunt wide for gynecological close-ups while my son egged me on with his cock in his hand.

The photoshoot ended when Gary couldn’t control himself any longer and shot a big load of cum all over my pussy. I used his warm jizz as lube to fuck myself while he finger-banged my asshole. After the lights went out, there was some cock sucking, a bit of titty fucking, and lots of cunt licking. It was after 3:00 am before we finally ran out of steam (and cum).

We snuggled up naked together before falling asleep, and I didn’t care who might find us like that in the morning. I loved my son, and he loved me, and that was all that really mattered.

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