Feeling Things Out…

I think my new longitude is giving me weird dreams! Two nights ago I dreamed that a strange pygmy goat kept trying to head butt me. And this morning I had a dream that I was in a sorority with Amy Schumer and for some reason she was referring to her vagina as her “chimney.” The good news is that this dream gave me an idea for a porn story when I woke up. How does this sound…?

“House Boy” – a sorority secures the services of a good-looking, well-hung, experienced stud as a live-in ‘handy man.’ Ostensibly he’s there to take care of the maintenance on the sorority house, but his real purpose is to take care of the sorority sisters. The leaders of the sorority rationalize this with the theory that the girls spend so much time and energy chasing relationships that they would be able to concentrate more on their school work if there was a desirable communal ‘boyfriend’ available to take care of their various physical needs with no strings attached. Of course, in a house full of horny co-eds, this is bound to create more drama than it avoids – but how much fun would it be navigating those stormy waters!? Just a thought…

I haven’t risked doing anything too dirty on my ‘home’ (i.e. company) internet connection yet, but I have found a few nearby coffee shops with free wifi that I can at least use for dirty minded e-mails when I get a chance. I made this update using the TOR browser – which I think should encrypt things enough that it shouldn’t set off any alarms (I hope). I figure if I don’t post too often, and use a different coffee shop each time I do, that I can stay a step or two ahead of the porn police (assuming they’re real, or even care about a low-level offender like me).

Everything here is new and confusing – but I love it so far. The girls are out of their minds…in a good way. It will be challenging, but I’m feeling a lot more confident about this move and excited to find out what adventures each new day might bring!

And, sorry, I didn’t manage to join the mile-high club on the journey here, but I was able to ‘sweep my chimney’ under the blanket during the flight while all the lights were low – it took a long time for me to ‘get there,’ but it was such a nasty thrill!

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Leaving on a Jet Plane

Tower…this is flight four-niner-seven…visibility has dropped to zero and we’re experiencing heavy pressure around the forward hull…

It’s just a matter of days now before I’m off to my new world. I think I’ve got everything covered, but I know as soon as the plane leaves the ground I’ll remember something I forgot. Ah, well…

I’ll probably be off the grid for at least a week or two (or three). What I’m going to try to do is prep a couple of blog posts and schedule them to be released during the time I’ll be offline (and going crazy trying to navigate the strangeness of my new life).

And, just to be clear, I’ve received a lot of messages from people asking if the blog is going to be shut down and deleted. The answer is no! I have no intention of taking anything down – I just don’t know yet how often I’ll be able to make updates to it.

I plan on writing while I’m away, even if I can’t get pornographic internet access. My hope is that I’ll be able to write a full-blown erotic novel or two (or three). I’m also determined to finish the many projects I’ve started and have yet to complete – don’t worry, I’m not going to abandon “Open Door Policy” and leave everyone hanging.
 

Now that’s my idea of flying first class!

I know I can be slow responding to e-mail messages as it is, but I’m going to try to answer my mail as best as I can (assuming I can do so without incriminating myself and getting hubby in trouble with his employer). I’ve had a lot of help and suggestions about how to protect myself web-wise – thanks to everyone for this! I’m not completely hopeless when it comes to techie stuff, but some of it was still over my head. I’m going to try going the VPN route, and maybe using the TOR browser. This will either keep me safe or alert the secret police that I must be up to something nefarious! Until I’m confident I won’t set off any pervert alarms, I’ll probably just keep my activity as innocuous as I can until I learn the dark ways of the deep web hacker lifestyle. Ha!

Okay, so, that’s all I have time for at the moment. I love you all and I hope you don’t miss me too much while I’m incommunicado. I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty of juicy stuff to jack and jill off to in the meantime.

Hang in there, my darling pervs! Mwah!

It’s going to be a long flight – now I know how I’m going to get through it…

Now please return your dicks to their full upright and locked position…

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Open Door Policy 33

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 33
by DirtyMindedMom

I walked into our cramped little bathroom just as Vera was stepping out of the shower. We were both naked. My timing was perfect. I wanted to believe that she had intentionally left the door unlocked, hoping for an unscripted nude encounter with me. It seemed Vera was giving unspoken assent to a revived open door policy within the confines of our increasingly intimate little apartment.

“Hey, sexy,” I greeted the voluptuous, mocha-skinned MILF who had become my closest friend. It was all but impossible for me not to gawk at her dark, prominent nipples gracing the tips of her full, natural breasts. I’d always been proud of my big knockers, but I never fully understood how men were so compelled to stare at them until Vera’s jiggling melons had come into my life. I unashamedly took in the rest of her nakedness as I wiped the steam from the mirror. She was more than happy to let me feast my eyes before reaching for a towel.

“It no feel real,” Vera said, patting her way down one leg and up the other. “The things we do…the things I do last night.” She shook her head and tsked at herself judgmentally.

“I felt the same way after the first time with Gary. For years, everything is one way. Then, just like that, everything is different. I’d spent so much energy – or, in reality, wasted so much energy – trying to hide things from my son. I couldn’t let him see me naked, or be honest with him about sex, or, God forbid, let on that I had any sexual needs and desires of my own. I had this silly idea that I was supposed to put on a show of being some kind of virginal ideal of a non-sexual caregiver.”

Vera listened intently. She wrapped her towel around her body, hiding herself away. She noticed my exaggerated pout and quickly gave in to my silent protest and let the towel fall to the floor. The leering smile that came to my face must have given her equal doses of shame and delight based on her coy expression. I could see that Vera was tempted to touch herself, but there was really no need to confirm how stiff her clit was or how wet her pussy had become.

“I mean, one minute I was a normal mom,” I went on, “and then…just like that…I was spreading my legs open and letting my son see my pussy. It was the most exciting thing I’d ever done. I knew it wasn’t supposed to happen, but that look on his face was too precious. I’d never seen him so happy and full of love. And all it took was for me to put aside the rules and be brave enough to show him my cunt. That one little thing that should never happen between a mother and her son…it…it was the most liberating feeling I’ve ever known.”

“It is so much wrong that it makes you feel more good to do it.” Vera’s voice was low and solemn, but full of understanding. “Like you no have to hold back now…no have to pretend…”

I nodded. “I never would have guessed that masturbating in front of my own son would be one of the best sexual experiences of my life. Watching him watching me is beyond the biggest turn on I’ve ever known before. Every time I cum for him, it’s like that first time all over again. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way he looks at me when I orgasm.”

“Valencia was so proud of herself,” Vera said. The faraway look made it clear her mind was replaying the spontaneous oral orgy we had shared with our children most of the previous night. “When she make me cum, with her fingers or her mouth, it make her so happy. I want that I should feel bad, but it only make me smile when I think on what we do.”

I turned and wrapped my arms around my naked friend. Her warm softness pressed against my bare flesh was the only kind of heaven I cared about anymore. She returned my embrace, resting her cheek on my shoulder.

“And…” Vera gripped me closer. “And I think I want to do more.”

I slid my hands down to her generous cheeks and squeezed that fantastic ass of hers. “Gary and Cris will be home soon.” I pressed my hairy mound to hers. “How much more are you ready for?”

Her eyes darted around guiltily as she considered what I was suggesting. “I fuck you son, and you fuck with my son?”

“Mmm, sounds like a good place to start,” I purred, grinding myself more aggressively against her crotch.

In answer to that, she kissed me on the lips, placed her hands on my shoulders, and gently urged me down to my knees.

“Or, maybe we start like this.” Vera thrust her bush to my face, then adjusted until her bulbous clit found my lips. I gave her engorged nubbin a few eager licks.

“You don’t want to save this for the boys?”

“Suck me,” Vera growled, pushing her warm, fragrant womanhood against my mouth. “Eat my pussy,” she insisted, taking hold of my head. “Then we decide about the boys and their dicks.”

She’d already won this argument. I closed my eyes and sucked every inch of that woman’s luscious pussy until she was pulling my hair, screaming, and humping my face like a horny she-devil in heat.

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Cris was the first one through the door. He was unable to suppress the hungry grin from coming when he saw me on the sofa in nothing but one of his long t-shirts. Maybe he couldn’t tell I wasn’t wearing any panties, but from the way my nipples were poking through the thin material of the shirt made it obvious I didn’t have a bra on.

“Hey, Mom,” Gary said as he pushed past his friend and headed for the refrigerator. Cris quickly looked away, not sure how his buddy would react to him eye-fucking his mom. I wasn’t sure how much Gary had told Cris, but from this little exchange I assumed it wasn’t much. They were just too adorable.

“Hey, hon,” I said as my son tossed Cris a Gatorade and popped one open for himself. “Me and Cris’ mom were just watching TV. I can go slip into something a little ‘less comfortable’ if you want me to.” Both boys couldn’t resist checking out my bare legs and the way my areolas were almost showing through the tightly stretched fabric across my chest. “I’d hate to embarrass you in front of your friend.”

Gary chuckled and I could tell he knew what I was up to. “I’m fine,” he said as he pulled off his sweaty t-shirt. “Only one who’s going to be embarrassed is this guy when he pops a boner over you.” Gary shoved Cris playfully.

“Shut up, dork,” Cris countered, retaliating with a shove of his own. “Sorry, Mrs. Harden, I haven’t finished teaching your son his manners.” Gary failed to dodge Cris’ well-aimed smack upside his head. “You look great no matter what you’re wearing. Don’t even worry about it.”

“I hope that goes for your mom, too,” I said cryptically. The confusion dropped from the boys’ faces when Vera arrived a moment later. Her black lace bra and panties were more than visible beneath the flowing veil of her sheer nightgown. I was glad I didn’t have to hide the look of desire on my face like the boys felt they had to in that moment.

“Mom,” Cris sputtered before looking at Gary. “Sorry, we didn’t know…”

“Oh, stop being baby. You see me like this many times at home.” She moved gracefully past the boys and sat down next to me.

“Yeah…but…”

“Don’t worry about you friend. He like family now. Is okay for him to see me this way, no?”

“I…I guess if it’s okay with you…”

“Sure is okay. No like young boys care about the old ladies, right?”

The boys exchanged shrugs.

“We’ve hardly seen you two all week,” I said to distract everyone. “Come watch TV with us for a little while.” Normally I would have expected some kind of argument or excuses, but they both slowly made their way into the living room and found spots on the floor. Cris had clearly picked his spot so that he could easily sneak peeks at me, and Gary had done the same with respect to Mrs. Ramos. Let the games begin.

The show was a re-run of something to do with the Kardashians, but none of us were really paying much attention. Everyone was quiet, each of us sneaking those peeks here and there, then Vera decided to speak up. “Cris, come sit here by me. I want to ask about something.”

Cris seemed like he was going to object, but then he moved from the floor to the sofa. His mother put her arm around him and pulled him close to her side. He was clearly uncomfortable and unsure what to do. His eyes flicked to my tits despite the fact that all eyes were on him.

His mother kissed his cheek before asking, “You know about Gary and his mom?”

Cris looked from me to my son and shrugged.

Vera patted his thigh. “They have very special connection together. They have the love of mother and son, like the way we do, but also something more. They have also a love like a boy and girl, or with a man and woman.”

Cris nodded and stared at the TV, his arms limp at his sides as his mom’s hand rubbed suggestively up his thigh. “Um…okay…”

“You know about what this means what I say?”

“N…not really…”

“One thing it means that they show their naked body to each other.”

Gary looked at me questioningly. I just smiled and winked. Cris swallowed hard, but otherwise stayed quiet.

“You would like that with me?” Vera pressed, nudging her son impishly. “You maybe want to see my tits, and behind, and even my pussy? To see me all naked?”

I couldn’t help gasping at her directness. I loved it, but I was worried she might be going too far, too fast. Cris looked equally surprised as he struggled to formulate a response.

“I…I don’t know…” Cris fumbled, not wanting to commit himself in front of everyone.

“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit on that,” Gary piped up. “Your mom has a smokin’ body. No way you don’t want to see her naked.”

Cris tried to sink into the sofa like a cornered animal. “Yeah, right, and you’re really into seeing your mom naked?”

“Totally!” Gary shot back without any hesitation. “Can you blame me? And I saw how you were checking out your mother a minute ago. I bet you’re sporting wood right now after seeing her in that negligee.”

“Eff you,” Cris grumbled, not so subtly moving his arm to cover his lap.

I didn’t want to let this debate go on too long. I pulled the t-shirt I was wearing up and over my head. The three of them watched without a word. I jiggled my naked boobs and pinched my nipples. One hand slipped down and fluffed my patch of pubic hair. The room was starting to smell of boy sweat and sex. “What your mother is saying is true, Cris. Gary and I like to be naked together. I think it’s natural for a son to be horny for his mom, and for a mother so be curious about her son’s body…and to want to see how he’s growing.”

Gary had a smug smile as he ogled me. He’d seen me in the nude plenty of times, but he was clearly enjoying me exhibiting myself in front of his friend.

At this point, Vera reached around her back, her bra went loose, and with a few deft moves she slipped it out through the right armhole of her see-through gown. “Look at my tits, Cris. You like?”

Cris pulled his eyes from me and did as his mother instructed. After gaping at his mom’s chest for several long seconds, he cleared his throat and spoke. “I…I like very much.” His cheeks reddened, but he went on. “You look beautiful, Mom, but…but what’s going on…? I don’t get it…”

“Miss Harden tell me about other things she do with you friend.” She took Cris’ hand and placed it on one of her breasts. I half expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. “Some time, she say she do some things like…like to suck on his penis. You know…like give blowjob?”

“I know what that is, Mom. But…”

“But nothing,” Vera interjected before he could offer any resistance. “I first thinking it is bad, but now I see maybe it should be okay to do.”

“Wait,” Cris cast an uncomfortable glance at me and Gary. “What are you saying…?”

“I say,” Vera put her hand over Cris’ and encouraged him to give her tit a robust squeeze, “that if okay for you, I want very much for you to do some things like this with me.” Vera turned to me for help. I nodded encouragingly to let her know she was doing great. “If it make you happy, I could suck on you penis for you.”

“Seriously? Is this some kind of joke?” The panic in Cris’ voice was real. I poked Gary with my foot. When I got his attention, I licked my upper lip and he instantly got my signal.

“It is no joke,” Vera replied uncertainly, her resolve wavering. “Is true, I want to suck you cock, baby, and…and…”

Gary stood up then and dropped his pants. I leaned forward, pulled down his underwear, and revealed his hard-on. Once I confirmed that Cris was watching, I opened my mouth and let my son feed me his erection. I suckled him lovingly, caressing his balls, and moaning softly.

My eyes weren’t closed all the way as I sucked, and so I could see Cris turning to his mother, not quite believing what was happening. Her hand went to her son’s crotch. I could tell she had a fistful of Cris’ cock. I could barely hear her whisper, “If you no want to do with me, go to Miss Harden.” Cris didn’t move. “Is okay…go, go.” Cris stood and his mom did him the favor of unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He then dropped his underpants on his own, displaying his impressive hard-on for all to see. Vera let out a deep groan, indicating to everyone just how much she wanted it.

I came off of my son’s dick and beckoned to Cris. Once Gary moved back, Cris came closer, tentatively offering me his cock. I reached around him, grabbed a taut ass cheek with each hand, and drew him toward me. And just like that I was sucking him in front of his mother.

Gary didn’t need to be told what to do. He went to the sofa and positioned himself so that Mrs. Ramos could easily lean over and give him head such that her son would have an unobstructed view of what his mother was doing. Vera let out a loud series of moans as she went to work – these enticing noises were obviously intended to make sure her boy knew that she was enjoying herself. I looked up at Cris, but he was entirely focused on the blowjob his friend was receiving from his own mother rather than the one he was getting from me. Perfect.

No words were spoken for several minutes. Only the slurpy sounds of two mature women sucking two young cocks could be heard. Pleasant tingles tickled my spine each time I let myself consider what was happening. I had surely become hooked on playing with my son. And it was a special kind of turn on to be able to openly watch him fuck his sexy little girlfriend. But this took things to a new level for me. I had successfully corrupted a good, clean-living woman, and devoted mother, into committing taboo acts of depravity. And not only committing them, but enjoying them more than she was entirely willing to admit. She still had further to fall, as did I, but these things would come in time.

“I’m going to cum,” Cris groaned. He sounded almost regretful.

“Go ahead, sweetie,” I coaxed him. “On my face, if you want.”

“Um…I don’t think that’s…” He glanced at his mom. It was cute that he still had reservations. “…something I should –”

“It’s okay,” I interrupted gently. “Show your mom how much of a man you’ve become. Let her see you pump your big load of sperm all over my face. She wants to see you cum, trust me.”

Cris shrugged helplessly and returned to concentrating on his cock as I resumed his blowjob. “I can’t believe my mom likes to suck cock,” he said under his breath. I think he wanted to hear himself say it out loud more than his words were meant for me. “She’s really into it. And she wants me to see her tits. I’ve caught peeks of them before, but it’s even hotter knowing she’s showing them off to me on purpose. I always knew she was sexy for a mom, but…but now…uuuhhhh!”

Cris pulled out, grabbed his shaft, gave it one pump, and a huge jet of creamy goo fired from his cock and landed across my face. I held still and gave him the best smiling target I could.

“Look, mom,” he pleaded as he blasted me with another forceful spurt to my cheek. “Mom, watch me…” He beat his dick frantically shooting three more thick ropes of white spunk onto my face and in my hair. I opened my mouth and he milked the last measure of his manly goo onto my tongue.

Once I was sure Cris was spent, I turned and faced Vera. Her smile broadened when she saw the semen coating my face along with the wad I held on my tongue. I made a show of swallowing what her son had deposited in my mouth.

“Oh my,” she said admiringly. “So much. You must be such a horny boy, son. You like to cum on lady’s face like that?”

“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly. “Yeah, Mom, I love it.”

“Maybe someday I let you squirt you dick on my face. You like to try that?”

“Um…”

Instead of pushing for a definite answer, Vera slid off the sofa onto her knees and moved to face me. She inhaled deeply, taking in the unique scent of her son’s seed. She then licked my cheek, clearing it of a large dollop of her boy’s jizz.

“Whoa…” Cris blurted with a kind of awed reverence upon seeing that.

“Is okay,” Vera assured him. “You taste from me when a baby…” another lick from my chin. “…You taste from my breasts. Now I taste from you.” She kissed me on the lips, forcing my mouth open. I knew what she wanted and gave her my tongue. She sucked at it, indulging in the lingering flavor of her son’s semen. It was several moments before she pulled away. “I taste you,” she said with sultry seriousness. “I taste from you cock. Is okay for mother to do.” She looked at me with some doubt in her eyes and took strength from the loving acceptance she found me looking back at her with. “Is good for a mother to know her son body and to know how he taste in her mouth.”

“Oh, fuuuck,” Gary moaned. We all looked to see him stroking his cock as he looked from me to Mrs. Ramos.

Vera turned to her son. “Is okay if I let you friend make his cum on my tits?”

Cris was speechless for a moment and I worried he would draw a line, but instead he nodded. “Uh…sure…if you want.” If there was any doubt he was okay with this, him gripping his cock and pulling on it with a steady and deliberate motion confirmed he was more than okay with it.

Vera shuffled back toward the sofa, removing her sheer gown as she went. This left her in nothing but a pair of lacy panties. The cleft of her amble ass was visible both above and below the waistband. She gathered her tits up and pressed them together. Gary shifted so he could blow his load on the mounds of offered flesh. Cris and I moved so we could get a good view of the action. I reached up and fondled his balls as he slowly jerked himself in anticipation of what was coming.

“Cum on my tits,” Vera cooed. “Give me all you warm cum on my big tits. Do it for everyone to see. Let my son see what a dirty slut his mama can be. Let you mom see you make dirty mess on my fat titties!”

“Fuuuck, yes!” Gary thrust his hips forward, his cockhead just inches from the older woman’s cleavage. His had was a blur as he unleashed. His ejaculation was as forceful and copious as his friend’s had been. Cum sprayed all over her chest. It was such an erotic display that I was upset no one was recording it on video. I consoled myself with the thought that there would, hopefully, be plenty of chances to relive this scene in the days and weeks to come.

“That’s it, give me all you cum, Gary! Treat me like a dirty slut for everybody to see! I love it! I fucking love it!”

Gary’s body relaxed as the last drops flew from his dickhole and spotted Mrs. Ramos’ throat. “Shit that was good,” he muttered before falling back onto the sofa in a limp heap. As soon as he did, she turned to me, still gripping her massive tits in a pose of offering. I went to her without having to even think about it and began slurping up my boy’s warm spunk from her thrill-flushed boobs.

Before I was done cleaning up Gary’s pearly spooge, Cris stepped close to us, still yanking vigorously on his dick. When Vera looked up at him, he pushed the head of his cock against her lips. She responded by opening her mouth. For me this would have been instinctive; for her I knew it was a very conscious choice. She was intentionally submitting herself to her son, submitting to giving him pleasure regardless of it being an undeniable sin.

Cris moaned, inched his cock forward, and squirted several thin spurts of cum into his mother’s mouth. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, but before he could move away Vera lurched and took in his cockhead. She suckled him with nurturing care, then took him deeper. Her lips sealed tightly around his shaft, holding him and drawing him in. His hands went to her head. For a few seconds he held her back, rebuffing his mother’s lewd behavior, then he gave in. I was amazed to see his whole cock become enveloped. I never would have guessed this god-fearing church lady could deepthroat a cock, much less one as big as her son was sporting. Never judge a book…

I was surprised again when Vera shoved her hand down the front of her panties. I had assumed she was still a bit uptight about her masturbation habits, but apparently I had cured her of that along with several of her other inhibitions. I settled back, spread my legs, and began frigging myself as I watched the action. Next to me, Gary joined in, beating off along with me. We had our own personal porno playing out in front of us – and, best of all, it was a real live mother/son incest scene!

Vera sucked her son’s cock while she fingered herself for a good minute before she came up for air.

“You want see my pussy?” she asked her son in a rush. “I want to make my pussy to cum and for you to watch. Please let me show my cunt to you. I want you to see my pussy like Gary’s mom does for him.”

“Yeah…okay, sure,” Cris responded, sounding like he was in a daze, perhaps wondering if this was all some kind of dream. “I…I always wanted to see you like that, Mom.” He glanced at Gary to see if he was being judged for saying this. Despite all that was going on, the poor boy was still self-conscious about admitting his lust for his mother in front of us – two people who could probably understand what he was feeling more than anyone else he knew.

“Go for it, dude,” Gary egged him on. “I want to see your mom’s pussy, too!”

Cris shook his head and flipped his friend off before turning back to watch his mom begin pulling down her panties. “Help me, miho.” Cris hesitated for only a second before reaching over and pulling those black lace panties down her legs and past her feet. Once he had done so, his mother spread her legs wide in front of him. She was hairy enough that not much could be seen until she parted her full pussy lips, exposing the pink wet flesh of her cunt to him. Her son’s jaw fell open as his hand instantly went back to his semi-erect cock.

“You like?” Vera asked, her insecurity apparent to all. “Is not good, old lady pussy?”

“No, Mom,” Cris hastened to correct her. “It’s…you’re beautiful. I love it. I’ve only been with a couple of girls, but yours…your pussy is the sexiest one I’ve ever seen. It’s…it’s fucking awesome.” He looked up from her crotch in time to see his mom’s expression of pure happiness. If I wasn’t so turned on I might have teared up at that moment.

“Thank you, baby,” she said with a sudden blush in her cheeks. “I’m a horny lady a lot. All when you growing up I am horny, but you papa no fuck me so much.” Her fingers moved up to her clit and she began rubbing it back and forth. “I have to play with myself to make pleasure. I like to touch my pussy this way.” She spread herself open again before going back to her clit, which was protruding insistently at this point. “I use my fingers to fuck for myself, and I make my pussy have the orgasm. Is bad, but I think about many dirty thing when I do sex alone this way.”

Her hand was moving faster and faster as she gave her confession. Gary and I were matching her in speed, but she was outpacing us in intensity. This was a big moment for her. She was putting everything on the line with her son and risking that he would accept her despite her sinful perversions. Cris was tugging at his increasingly stiff cock as he watched and listened. He had to be close to shooting blanks, but that wasn’t stopping him from trying to get off to the sight of his mother masturbating like some kind of desperate whore.

“When we move in with Miss Harden and Gary…I start to think more bad thing.” Vera writhed, lifting her hips off the floor, giving her son the most graphic view of her increasingly juicy cunt so far. “I have fantasy about you friend Gary. I think on him giving me fuck. I think on his cock in my pussy when I use his mom sex toy. I fuck my cunt and wish for it to be Gary inside me. Is so bad…” With this she plunged two fingers into her hole and pumped them in an out urgently.

“I, uh…wow,” was all Cris could say in response. His cock was almost back to fully erect in his pumping fist.

I noticed a wet spot forming on the carpet underneath her, but didn’t care a bit about the mess. Vera continued speaking as she worked her pussy. “I no think it to happen, but now…” she turned to Gary jacking off within arm’s reach of her. “Miss Harden say it okay for her son to fuck with me. But I no want to make you mad because he you friend.”

“You…you want my permission to fuck him?”

“I no do if you say don’t.”

“Also,” I quickly interjected, “I said it was okay if your mom fucked my son, but only if she lets you fuck me.” I was licking the juices from my fingers before I realized it. Not that he needed much more inducement to agree to the exchange.

“Is that true, Mom? You want to be, like, mother and son swingers or something?”

Vera’s answer began with her spreading her pussy open once again. “You momma need a cock in here…a nice hard cock…a young cock to fuck strong. Yes, I say is okay for you to fuck with Gary’s mom if he fuck with me. I know you think on her when you pull you dick at night. Don’t lie.”

“Well, yeah, of course I want to, but…” He had to check with his friend. “Where are you at with this, dude?”

“Are you kidding?” Gary scoffed. “I’ll fuck your mom in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah, of course, but…what about me and your mom?”

“Sure, why not? Yeah, we play around a little, but it’s not like we fully do it or anything. She needs the D as much as your mom does. Sounds like a win-win for all of us.”

“Okay, but…what about my sister?”

“Dude, trust me, if she finds out she’ll be more than fine with it. If you haven’t figured out already, your sister is a bigger freak than both of us put together.”

“Alright, then. You fuck my mom, and I fuck your mom, and we’re all good with that?”

Everyone nodded their assent, each of us as eager as the next.

Cris took a long look at his mom’s tits and pussy. I could tell he was more interested in fucking her than me. ‘All in good time, young man,’ I thought.

“Okay,” Cris finally said, “in that case I guess it’s on. How is this going to work? Like, when are we going to do it?”

“I think right now is good,” Vera spoke up before I could say anything. “Gary, you are hard to fuck?”

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. Ramos,” Gary assured her. He tugged his mostly hard dick. “If you give me a little help.”

“How about you, Cris?” I said. “You have enough juice left in that thing to give me a solid fuck?”

“I might need a minute, but no problem.”

“Then get over here and let’s get you ready for action.” I held open my arms to him. Meanwhile, Gary moved in next to Vera, ready for some foreplay.

“Hold on.” Cris held his hands up like a traffic cop. “We’re going to the bedrooms, right?”

“Aw, no, baby,” his mother whined. “No spoil our fun.”

“Mom, seriously? You want us to all have sex right here?”

“Sure. So Gary’s mom can watch her son fuck my pussy, and I get to see you fuck Gary’s mom in her pussy.”

“Isn’t that…kinda weird…or something?”

“What so weird?” Vera seemed like she was almost on the verge of scolding him. “We all naked now. You see me suck you friend cock. I show you pussy in front of everyone. You put dick in my mouth for them to see. What difference it make?”

“Yeah, but…it doesn’t seem right to have sex while my mom is right here.”

“Oh, you crazy,” Vera waved him off. “I want to see you fuck and watch how good you do…to know if you make Gary’s mom get orgasm.” She lifted a tit and lasciviously licked one of her stiff nipples. “And I want you to see me have the fuck, too. I like much if you play with you cock while Gary cum in my slut cunt. You want to see you momma have a good fuck, no?”

After a sheepish glance at me and Gary, he put his embarrassment aside and nodded. “Yeah…I guess that would be pretty hot. If that’s what you want. I mean…honestly, I don’t like the idea of you having sex with someone this way, but I guess even moms get horny like everyone else. And this is probably better than you going and doing it with some stranger. At least I know Gary is a good guy and won’t treat you bad.”

“Such a smart boy,” his mother gushed proudly. “Everything you say it is true. And I can tell you are very horny for Gary’s mom. She has nice body for old lady, and she want to have fuck all the time – with boy or lady, she don’t care.”

I didn’t know if Cris fully caught on to what his mother was hinting at, but he appeared more than happy to move ahead with things just as Vera and I wanted them to. I spanked my aching pussy with a few loud slaps. “All right, now that we’ve settled all that, who’s going first?”

Cris stepped toward me, his irrepressible teen cock pulsing at full strength. His nervous smile made me realize just how nervous and excited I was as I waited for him to mount me. As much as I’d been lusting for him (and for my own son), this would be the first time I’d be fucking someone so much younger than me. Could I keep up? Would I be good enough? Was my pussy tight enough to satisfy him? Would Vera enjoy seeing her son fucking me, or would she freak out and ruin the culmination of my devious plans to bring about this warped fantasy of mine?

I realized it was too late to worry about any of that as Cris knelt down between my legs. He looked at my pussy as if he didn’t know what he should do next, even though I was sure knew exactly what he wanted to do and how to do it. He was like a little boy, afraid to be naughty in front of his mother for fear of getting into trouble.

“Vera,” I said softly, “I want you to come over here and help guide your son’s beautiful cock into me.”

She took a deep breath before parting from Gary’s side. Cris’ mom settled in close to us. “Is okay,” she reassured her son and reached for his erection. “Nice and easy…right in here…”

Vera directed her boy’s cock to my pussy. She rubbed his cockhead up and down my slit, wetting his soft mushroom tip. “This feel very good…I promise.” She swiped the end of her son’s cock around my opening, zeroing in on my eager hole. “Push inside here…slow…and strong…”

Cris swallowed and did as his mother told him. With only slight resistance, his cockhead popped into my vagina. Vera was still gripping his shaft. She clearly didn’t want to let him go. “Go more inside,” she told him. He inched himself through his mother’s grasp and filled me as far as he could, then his mother had to release him and take her hand away. “Go in more…” she whispered.

As good as it felt to have Cris’ cock stretching me open and going ever deeper, it was just as satisfying to see the way his mother gazed lustfully at her son’s cock disappearing inside my cunt. There was no doubt she wanted to trade places with me.

Gary joined us, settling down on the other side of me and possessively claiming one of my breasts with a firm hand. I tried not to laugh when I saw that he was as fixed on the sight of his friend pushing himself in to the hilt as Vera was, and he was just as incapable of hiding how much he wanted to be in Cris’ place.

I had to get out of my head and simply enjoy this experience for what it was…for whatever it was going to out to be. Cris pulled back and refilled me…this time more confidently than the first. My stomach lurched with anticipation. I was definitely going to get fucked hard before this was over. Without thinking about it, I grabbed my son’s hard cock and squeezed it tight. And I wasn’t the only one that night who’d be on the receiving end of a teenaged boy’s intense craving for mom pussy…

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A.W.O.L. (Absent Writer Overthinking Leave)

Let me start with an apology for going AWOL on you all for the past few weeks. I’m sorry to have worried many of you, and to have disappointed everyone checking in with genitals in hand hoping to find something new to stimulate the aforementioned naughty bits. My quiet little life was thrown into a bit of a whirlwind recently – nothing bad, really, just very disruptive. This resulted in my favorite naughty hobby falling to the bottom of my “To Do” list. I kept planning on posting something to let everyone know what was going on, but it kept getting pushed off to tomorrow.

So, here’s the deal. My dear hubby has been offered a promotion at work (which we are very excited about). This promotion, however, is contingent on him doing a stint for the company overseas. A relatively long stint, at that. We began with discussions about it, which evolved into debates, and in a few instances turned into disputes. After all that, we’ve decided that he’s going to take the promotion and that me and the kids will be going along with him into the foreign unknown.

I’m very excited about this (in a non-panty-soaking sort of way) not only for his promotion, but for the opportunity to experience a new culture, and for the girls to expand their horizons at such a young age. But (you had to know there’d be a but!), our destination country is one that isn’t what we would call porn friendly. Ugh! Of course, this wasn’t exactly a viable argument for me to work into our discussions, though it probably factored more into my willingness to go that I’d like to admit.

We’re due to go in a couple of months, and I only have about a million and six things to do before that happens. I’m going to try to do a better job with updates and such during that time, but I’m probably going to be spotty at best. Then, once I get where we’re going, I’ll have a lot to figure out. Will I be able to safely circumvent the technical hurdles to accessing porn (including sites like my own blog)? Will the foreign secret police try to hunt down and punish an incest-adoring smut peddler like me? Plus, our internet access will be provided by my husband’s company – will their IT people notice that there is a lot of taboo traffic heating up our internet connection while my husband is supposedly working? Even if I’m just being paranoid, it feels like the risks are just way too high to be worth chancing it.

I don’t know. Maybe it won’t be as bad as I’m imagining, but at this point I’m assuming I’ll be restricted in what I can do online for one reason or another (perhaps trying to figure out life in a country where I don’t speak the language!). I keep imagining my husband being called into the boss’s office one day…”Hey, Dave, we need to talk about the erotic story your wife posted online the other day using our internet account that, according to the local unit of the Perversion Police, contains bisexual incestuous butt sex that takes place in front of a classroom of masturbating high schoolers…” Yeah, none of those imagined meetings ends up good for me.

So, I’m still completely unsure about how things will play out for my writing and blog (and masturbation material) at the moment. I figure the worst case scenario is that I will have to contain myself to offline writing (and wanking) while I’m on porn-hostile foreign soil. If I’m able to find the time, I can finish all the stories I’ve started and have yet to conclude. I can also, maybe, focus on my goal of writing an erotic novel (or two) that I can publish when I get home to the States. I just don’t know how much filthy freedom I’ll actually have, so I can’t say for sure what I’ll be able to do.

Either way, I should have posted all this a lot sooner and I apologize again for leaving you hanging in the meantime. I hope you can forgive me for being in a tizzy over this and not knowing yet how things will turn out. Your support and love over the years (can you believe it’s been YEARS!) has meant a lot to me, and know that I’ll be making every effort to keep our naughty fun rolling as best as I can while I embark on this adventure with my family.

Maybe I’ll just have to get better at multi-tasking…

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