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Open Door Policy 30

Open Door Policy, Ch. 30
by DirtyMindedMom

I peeked out from my bedroom and couldn’t believe it might actually be about to happen. Cris was away for the weekend at a basketball camp. It was Friday night and the season finale of Vera’s favorite TV show was on. We’d all gathered in the living room to watch with her. Halfway through, Valerie yawned and stretched, then announced she was too tired to stay awake. I feigned sleepiness as well, and turned off the last remaining light before I retired to my bedroom. This left Vera and Gary alone in the darkened living room.

I opened my door just enough to peek through a thin crack and was just able to see the two of them at opposite ends of the sofa by the light of the flickering TV. Vera was focused on the dramatic developments in her show, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise when a twist came, or making a comment in a language Gary didn’t understand whenever a plot point resolved itself. I couldn’t imagine what my son was thinking, but I could tell he was nervous. How would he turn this situation from a casual night in front of the TV to something more?

When Vera’s glass of sangria got low, Gary thoughtfully refilled it for her.

“You no have to stay up with me if you no want,” Vera said as he settled back into his seat.

“And not find out who killed Carlos? No way – you’ve got me hooked now.”

Vera spent the rest of the commercial break sharing her theory of who killed who and why. Ten minutes later both of them let out a cry of disappointed frustration when the show ended on a cliffhanger that left Carlos’ killer a mystery. Before Vera could think of ending the evening there, Gary began quizzing her about who it could be and other details of the show. Smart move.

Watching from my bedroom in nothing but a pair of panties, I was impressed with how smooth my son could be with an older woman. But, at the same time, I was dying for him to make a move. My back was getting sore from peeping for so long!

Every chance he got, he angled the conversation toward the romantic relationships on the show. I don’t think Vera even noticed how he was keeping her attention on the sexual intrigue of the show.

“I think Maria and Diego should get together.”

“No!” Vera objected. “He is much too young for her.”

“I don’t think so. It’s obvious she wants him.”

“Maria can no do that with her boss’s son. That would be bad.”

“I don’t know…” Gary gave Vera a devilish glance. “I think that if two people are attracted to each other then that’s all that matters.”

“That is because you are too young to know better.” Vera sipped her sangria, clearly in no mood to cut the conversation short.

“Yeah, but even at my age I know when a woman is beautiful and sexy, even if she’s older than me.”

“You should only have eyes for my daughter if you are her boyfriend.”

“Valerie is very beautiful, but it’s only because she got if from her mother.” My boy flashed one of his winning smiles as Vera waved off his compliment.

“You shouldn’t talk crazy like that.”

“You sound like my mom,” Gary chuckled. “I told her how pretty I thought you were, and she said I was going to get myself into trouble.”

“You momma is smart lady.”

“She is,” he conceded, “but it doesn’t change the way I feel when I see you.”

“What way do you feel?”

She was taking the bait. Between the fruity wine, the fertile seeds I had planted in her mind earlier, and the way Gary was working her, she was willing to hear things that just a couple months ago would have been unthinkable for her.

“I…I probably shouldn’t say, Mrs. Ramos.” He slid toward her, closing the gap between them. “The way I feel when I’m around you – the things I think about – they’re not very, um…respectful.”

“Oh…?” Instead of a sip of sangria, she took a gulp. “You have bad thoughts for me?”

“I don’t think they’re bad.” He cast his eyes down toward is crotch.

Vera couldn’t help but to look there as well. There was no way she couldn’t have noticed the bulge in his pants. I held my breath. This was the point where she’d either flee before things went any further or she’d stay and signal her willingness to see where this might go.

“We all have bad thoughts sometimes. Even when you are old woman like me.”

He’d hooked her. I quietly eased my panties down in anticipation of what was coming.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Ramos, but you’ve been away from your husband for a couple months now. I don’t know how things were in your marriage before you left, but I’m sure a woman like you must feel like you’re missing out on something.”

“What you think is a woman like me?”

“I haven’t known you long, but I can see that you are a good mother, a faithful wife, and devout woman. I also see that you have desires. Needs.”

It was nice to see that my coaching sessions with Gary weren’t wasted. He was saying all the right things just as I had taught him. I pressed my hand between my legs dying for her to give in to my son’s charms.

“I don’t…” Vera gave up on whatever protest she was about to levy. She patted Gary on the knee, then left her hand there suggestively. “You see too much. I been lonely in that way for a long time. When my husband took me in bed, it was for him only. There was nothing for me. There was a time when we were lovers, but that was gone away for many years.”

Gary resisted saying anything and let the silence linger. He brushed Vera’s hair aside and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Her hand moved up his thigh.

“But…it no matter what I want. I must think of my daughter.”

My son moved a little closer. “I understand. But you should know that I like Valerie, and she likes me, too. It’s just not like we’re totally in love or anything. We’re dating and stuff, but we aren’t planning on getting married or anything like that. It’s just for fun.”

“So, you are only using my daughter for fun?”

I hoped Gary knew that he was on dangerous ground. “Yes, in a way I guess I am. But she is using me for the same thing.”

Vera put her wine glass down. I couldn’t read her expression well enough in the dim light to know what direction things might be going.

“And you have sex with her?”

Gary thought about his answer. “We have sex together. Valerie is a very sensual person. She likes sex a lot. And I have a feeling she takes after her mother.”

“My goodness, you are such a bad boy.”

I wanted my son to just jump on her and go wild. I wanted to scream at Vera to quit resisting and give my boy what he wanted. My fingers went deep as I wondered if Valerie was listening at her door and touching herself like I was, watching to see if her boyfriend would be able to seduce her mother.

“I don’t think sex is bad, Mrs. Ramos.” He leaned into her. “And I don’t think you do either.”

She put her hand back on his leg as if to hold him back, but her touch could be interpreted another way.

“It no matter what I think. You must stop. I am old woman and you are young boy. Nothing like what you think can happen.”

She could have gotten up and walked away. That would have ended it. Instead, she stayed there on the sofa with my son, his cock bulging in his pants. She knew what he wanted, and I could see that she wanted it, too. She was trying to give in too easily, but at the same time she wanted him to keep pushing.

“I get it,” Gary said. “You feel like you have to put your daughter first. You think that her needs are more important than yours. But the truth is that you do have needs of your own. A woman’s needs that you’ll have to satisfy sooner or later.”

Vera tried to stay focused on the TV, but it was clear she wasn’t paying any attention to what was flashing on the screen. Her hand remained on Gary’s leg, her willpower weakening by the moment.

“You seem to know a lot about women for such a young boy.”

“My mom tries to teach me what she can. She tries to show me how to be a good man. She tells me a lot of things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like some of the things that happen here when none of us kids are around.”

Her body stiffened and she took her hand away from Gary’s thigh. Had he gone too far? I feared the show was about to come to a quick and unsatisfying conclusion.

“I don’t know what you think you are saying.”

“Mrs. Ramos, I get it if you don’t want to do anything with me, I really do, but…” Gary rubbed his pronounced bulge. “But my mom told me that the two of you masturbated together.”

Vera crossed her arms across her chest and looked away. I pushed my door closed, afraid she might notice it was open just a crack.

“That is crazy. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Okay, but all I want is to do something like that. I’m not saying you have to do anything. I just want to touch myself while sitting next to you.”

When I dared to peek out again, Vera was looking to the ceiling. She hadn’t smacked him and stormed off to her room. That had to be a good sign, right?

“You mother shouldn’t talk to you about that.”

“We’re very close. We talk about everything.” Gary carefully unbuttoned his jeans and eased down his zipper. “She gives me a lot of advice about sex. She and I are very open with each other.”

“And she says something about me?”

“She says you are sometimes lonely for a man. My mom told me that you borrow her toy sometimes to make yourself feel better.”

Vera hung her head and covered her face with a hand. I hoped she wasn’t crying. My stomach began to ache. Maybe this whole scheme was a bad idea. This woman had very little left but her pride, and I suddenly worried that I was undermining this last vestige of self-respect she had to cling on to. I wanted to tell my son to back off, but I couldn’t interfere without causing her even more humiliation.

“She tell you everything.”

“Yes. And it only makes me more attracted to you, Mrs. Ramos.” Gary slipped his cock out. “We don’t have to touch, but at least let me do this…” He began stroking himself.

After what seemed like an impossibly long time, Vera gave in and glanced at what he was doing. She looked away quickly, but soon turned back. She watched my son’s hand move gracefully up and down his hard shaft. She shook her head once, whether at him or at herself I couldn’t tell, but her eyes stayed glued to his cock.

“You mother say how we were naked together?”

Gary nodded. “Yes.”

“She tells you I have sex with her penis toy?”

His hand continued moving slowly. The fat head of his cock glistened in the shifting light of the forgotten television.

“Yes. My mom isn’t shy about that kind of stuff. I’ve known about her dildo for a while. She told me that everyone masturbates and that it’s perfectly natural.”

“It’s for to do in private,” Vera retorted, but not very convincingly.

“You’re right,” Gary agreed even as he pleasured himself in front of her. “But sometimes it’s nice to do it with another person.” He used his other hand to pull his balls out and put them on display.

Vera watched without comment for a time. “Did you mom say how we do more than look at each other touch ourself?”

“More?”

“She no tell you that she kiss and lick between my legs?” Her hand moved back to Gary’s thigh. “That I lick and suck on her pussy?”

Gary was struggling to keep control. “Not really, but I got the idea that you two were doing something like that.”

“My husband no like to lick my pussy. Your momma does it very good. She does it so it feel really nice. So you know about how to lick a woman so she feel real nice?”

Gary couldn’t hold back a grin. “Yes I do.”

“You mother tell you about that?”

“She did. My mom told me about a lot of things.”

“You use your mouth on my daughter?”

This could be heading back into dangerous territory. I squatted down and introduced another finger into my pussy hole as I continued to spy through the crack in my door.

“Valerie loves it when I eat her pussy.”

Vera returned to watching him stroke himself for a bit. “What about my pussy? You want to kiss it and lick it like you momma do?”

“Very much.”

“You don’t care that I’m old lady?”

“Look how hard I am just from sitting next to you.”

There was another painfully long pause. “Okay, listen to me, I will let you use your mouth on me down there. But we have to be quiet, and you can no tell you mother. Understand?”

Gary’s triumphant smile came quick and was easy to see even from my limited vantage. I squeezed my thighs together. This was it! He’d sealed the deal. Seeing my son seduce one of my friends into having sex shouldn’t have been something to brag about, but I was so proud of my boy I wanted to scream. Of course, I was the one who laid much of the ground work. I gave myself a figurative pat on the back for being such a great wingman!

Vera had her slacks pulled down by the time Gary had repositioned himself on the sofa. She held a hand over her pussy protectively. Please don’t tell me she was going to back out now!

“And you no tell my daughter, yes?”

“No way,” he lied. “This is a secret just between us.”

Vera appeared to be torn between the desperately desired rewards and the very real risks (both moral and mortal). All it would take would be for me or Valerie to make a trip to the bathroom for them to get caught. Maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if I found them canoodling on the couch, but in her mind being caught by her daughter would be devastating. Even so, she was willing to put all that on the line for a chance to get eaten out by my son (and maybe more).

Gary gently moved her hand away from her pussy. Vera didn’t put up a fight. He began with her as he often did with me: butterfly kisses up and down the outer lips, sparing a few for that ticklish hollow of the inner thigh. She relaxed a little, leaning her head back. He nuzzled her thick pubic hair and began teasing her with his tongue. I couldn’t see, but I could almost feel those quick lashes of his tongue on my own pussy. Just enough to excite, but not enough to satisfy. Each darting lick only made you want more and more.

I could see Vera’s chest rising and falling more conspicuously. She was staying quiet, but I knew from experience that she would be moaning freely by this point if they had the apartment to themselves. My fingers worked within the folds of my wet cunt. I’d watched Gary and Valerie fuck before, but this was somehow different. This time I was spying like a true voyeur. The anxiety of keeping hidden and not being caught practicing such perversion added to the thrill.

The way Gary’s head was moving I could tell he was in her groove. His tongue would be massaging her inner lips, circling her hard clit, plumbing the shallows of her motherly vagina. Vera’s head turned side to side as she gave herself over to my son’s oral skills. She unbuttoned her blouse and scooped out each of her generous breasts. My mouth watered as soon as those big, dark nipples of hers came into view. She began pulling and twisting to enhance the sexual pleasures already building up within her.

It wasn’t long before Vera was turning her hips in answer to Gary’s proficient mouth. If nothing else, at least I had taught him one lesson that would serve him well for the rest of his life. I found myself hoping he would be up for giving me the same treatment once he was done servicing Vera for the evening. The slurpy sounds coming from my fingers plunging in and out of my hole became too loud. I slowed down and stifled a frustrated whimper.

The pace of everything gradually increased. Gary’s head was moving in circles between her legs. His hands, hidden from my view, were clearly at work somewhere beneath his chin – perhaps in her cunt, or maybe even around her asshole. Vera was straight up humping his face at this point, one hand on the top of his head, the other kneading a breast and occasionally tormenting a distended nipple. I wanted to take a picture, or better yet a video, but I didn’t dare. If all went well, there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the days to come.

It all accelerated suddenly. Vera couldn’t entirely choke down her building cries of delight. Gary’s mouth and nose were buried to the point where I suspected he could no longer breathe. Vera’s legs flexed, propelling her ass up off the sofa and her crotch hard against her young lover’s face. Her whole body shook in a way that had become familiar to me over the past weeks. This woman was cumming in my son’s mouth!

I watched her thrash while Gary held onto her fleshy thighs. My own orgasm fired off at the sight of her climactic spasms. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard a feminine grunt coming from the other direction – from the bedroom where Valerie was “sleeping.” It might have just been my imagination, but I was pretty sure that I wasn’t the only one peeping on the debaucherous scene taking place in my own living room.

Vera fell back to the sofa and struggled to catch her breath. Gary reverted back to those butterfly kisses, knowing her pussy would be too sensitive for continued licking or sucking. After giving her just enough time to recover, he rose up, his cheeks shiny with her juices, and he shed his clothes.

“Please…no…” she rasped weakly.

“Mrs. Ramos,” Gary began firmly, “I’m going to fuck you.”

“No…please…that’s all…” She waved a limp hand at him in an unconvincing effort to shoo him away.

Gary moved over her. “Mrs. Ramos, I’m going to fuck you.”

“You can’t…I’m married…it would be a sin…”

Gary kissed a nipple in passing as he continued to take his place on top of her. “This is it, Mrs. Ramos. I’m going to fuck you.”

“I say no…no…noooo…oh, Deus, me perdoe…yes…oh, yes…”

It was a fine line trying to teach my son that no means no…except when it doesn’t. He played it exactly right in this case, but I had to warn him that it wouldn’t always be so easy to know.

“It’s been so long,” she sighed, her hands roaming over his strong shoulders and back. “Too long…a woman need a man…she need a cock to make love inside her…give all you cock to me…meu doce menino…”

Gary moved with patient control atop his girlfriend’s mother. My envy flared. This was a feeling I hadn’t known – one I would likely never know. The sensation of feeling my son’s cock moving inside me. The reasons I couldn’t let that happen were eluding me as I tugged at my clit trying to put myself in Vera’s place. I almost screamed when I suddenly saw movement close by!

Valerie pushed at my door and I moved to let her in. She was naked also and had obviously been indulging in the live porn show playing out on the sofa.

“This is so crazy,” she whispered close to my ear. Her excitement was all but brimming over. It should have struck me as more strange that a girl was this revved up over her boyfriend fucking her mother. I suppose I was mostly to blame for this unnatural reaction, but I didn’t feel the least bit remorseful. Yes, I was definitely responsible for corrupting this poor young girl, but at least for now she was thanking me for it.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now,” I whispered back, confident that Vera was too distracted by the cock in her cunt that she wouldn’t even care if she could hear us.

“He didn’t put on a condom – do you think he’s going to cum inside my mom?”

“We’ll just have to watch and find out…”

The two of us gathered at the crack of my slightly opened door and spied on them together.

Gary’s hips slowed to a stop. He dipped his head down and took one of Vera’s fat nipples into his mouth and sucked, pulling back as he did and tugging at her full breast. Valerie’s mom clawed at the sofa cushions, the muscles of her throat tightening against her need to cry out. He moved his mouth to the other succulent nipple and gave it the same treatment.

“I love it when he does that to me,” Valerie breathed.

Vera began bucking beneath him, her body begging for him to resume fucking her needful cunt. Gary rose up and gave her what she was silently asking for. After a few long, purposeful strokes, he began pumping his cock into her at a comfortable pace. I tried to imagine that the two fingers I had inside my pussy were my son’s penis, but it just wasn’t the same.

I felt Valerie fumbling around my backside, then a moment later she introduced a finger of her own into me. The two of us worked my pussy hole together in tandem. It still wasn’t my darling boy’s cock, but it was better than my fingers alone. I found my fellow voyeur’s pussy in the dark and sought out her stiffened nub. I rubbed her clit while she fingered her own hole. It was a little like playing an x-rated game of Twister the way we were frigging ourselves and each other at the same time while both still being able to peek through the door together, but we made it work.

Gary and Vera were really fucking at that point. He was hammering his cock into her faster and faster. She was taking him like a seasoned pro and answering with well-timed thrusts of her own. I was impressed that my boy could last as long as he was without blowing his load. There were men twice his age who hadn’t mastered that kind of self-control. I was sure Vera appreciated it too. After so long she wasn’t looking for a quickie. This woman wanted to make it last. She didn’t know how long it would be before she would have a chance to get another cock inside her so she was milking it for all she could. Little did she know, I was going to make sure she got plenty more dick in the very near future.

“Listen to her,” Valerie hissed in wonder. “She’s going to have an orgasm soon. Gary’s going to make my mom cum with his cock.”

I didn’t detect any jealousy or resentment. Valerie was genuinely turned on by what was happening. I had worried that she wouldn’t respond as positively as I hoped to seeing her mother having sex – there is often a big gap between fantasy and reality – but she seemed more than fine with it. I suppose after watching me be intimate with my own son may have adjusted her attitudes when it came to parents and sex. This, along with her penchant for spying on her brother jerking off, must have made it a lot easier for her to view family members in a sexual way that other girls her age wouldn’t be able (or willing) to. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, and from the way Valerie was working her clit against my finger meant she was close, too.

“Oooh…yes…”

“You like that, Mrs. Ramos?”

“So good…keep going more…”

Gary went faster and harder. “You like that cock, don’t you? You love getting fucked.”

“I love it…fuck me hard just like you do for my daughter’s pussy…”

Vera was losing control. Her voice was becoming loud enough that Valerie or I might have been able to hear her even with our doors closed. Maybe that’s what she was hoping for.

“Are you going to cum, Mrs. Ramos? Are you going to cum on my cock?”

“Yes…I’m going to cum…do it to me!”

I heard Valerie gasp, then shudder. Hearing her mom talk dirty to her boyfriend was too much for her to hold out any longer. Her finger pushed up deeper inside me as her body tensed. Soon she relaxed and leaned against me, her flesh hot against mine.

“You fuck so much better than Valerie,” Gary groaned. “Her pussy is tight, but she doesn’t know how to fuck like you, Mrs. Ramos.

She clawed his back, turned her head to the side, and screamed into a cushion. I could barely make out the muffled words, but she was chanting “Fuck me! Fuck me!” in a rapid stream of pleading cries. Gary poured it on like a champ and suddenly Vera’s mature body was wracked with the kind of unrestrained convulsions that can only come from an orgasm bordering on a seizure.

As soon as Gary felt that she’d hit her peak, he pulled out and sprayed her with cum. One more pump and he would have filled her cunt with his precious baby juice. Instead, it spurted on her wobbling tits, her soft belly, and all over her sweaty puss.

“Again, again!” Vera begged before he had a chance to squeeze out the last few drops. Just like that he was back inside her, pushing himself to the hilt, grinding into her, filling her to the deepest reaches. It was then that Valerie’s thumb pressed against my asshole and my turn to have a shuddering orgasm arrived. I could feel my eyes rolling back and all the built up eroticism of the night collapse into a singular sensation that took command of my cunt.

I lost the strength in my legs and had to go down to my knees. I knelt there hunched over and worked my pussy even harder, shepherding along my orgasm with desperate fingers, trying to keep it alive for as long as I possibly could. I’d seen my son have sex before, but not like that. He was somehow different with Vera – with a mature woman like me. Would it be like that if he fucked me? Would my son fuck me as good as that? Better?

I could hear Vera cumming again, but I was too enthralled with my own climax to do any more than listen and envy her. My son’s cock was causing her to make those sounds. My own boy’s big hard cock had fucked her so good that she had begun quietly weeping in the next room. If her orgasm was only half as good as the one I’d had watching them, then she finally knew what a true miracle felt like.

Valerie knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her arms. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek, then slipped away. It took several seconds for me to gain enough awareness to realize she had silently slipped back to her own bedroom. I remained on my knees taking long, slow breaths and enjoying the dizzy high I was feeling. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before I heard movement in the living room.

I peeked and saw that instead of cleaning up and returning to their rooms, Gary was sitting on the sofa and Vera was straddling his lap about to mount him for another round. My son’s cock stood up straight and true, as hard as if he hadn’t just spent himself in a lascivious frenzy. The angle was difficult for me to see everything, but the light from the TV was just bright enough to watch Gary’s inexhaustible penis disappear into the generous embrace of the older woman’s cunt.

I found myself too drained to stand or crouch at the crack of the door. I stretched out on the floor, my head near the opening so that I could hear the subdued sounds of their lovemaking. I toyed with my pussy in an almost leisurely way, lacking the energy to do much more. As the couple reached yet another crescendo, I managed to eke out one more soul soothing orgasm for myself.

Before I fell asleep there on the floor, I managed to crawl to my mattress and pass out there. I awoke some time later. Someone was lapping at my pussy. I couldn’t muster enough sense to tell if it was Valerie, Gary, or Vera. Maybe Cris had come home early from camp. The very idea that it could easily be any one of my housemates made me smile as I floated within the twilight realm between waking and dreaming. I tried to stay awake to find out if my lover in the dark would make me cum, but I gave in to the beckoning comforts of oblivion before learning my fate.

The next phase of my plan had the highest degree of difficulty yet, but I was feeling confident I could make it happen…

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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?

~ ~ ~

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.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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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Open Door Policy 29

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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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Chapter 30 >>

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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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