Open Door Policy 1-3

Open Door Policy, Ch. 1
by DirtyMindedMom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold on,” came the expected response.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom?”

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

“Why are you telling me this?”

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

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

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

“Okaaay…”

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

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

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

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

“Noisy?”

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

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

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

“Ah…no, not really.”

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

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

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“’Night, Mom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 2
by DirtyMindedMom

Everything was strange the next morning. Gary didn’t say more than two words as he got ready for school, and I said nothing as I got ready for work. He avoided eye contact and didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. Apparently my hastily conceived plan had only managed to replace one kind of awkwardness with a new kind of awkwardness. I couldn’t un-ring that bell, but I decided that I was simply going to have to work harder to keep my private time more private for the sake of my son. He had enough to deal with lately without having to overhear his mother giving herself screaming orgasms in the room next door to his.

When I dropped Gary off at his new school, he was out of the car with nothing more than a parting wave goodbye before I had a chance to shift into park. I worried about the foolish mistake I’d made all the way to work. What was I thinking? If splitting up with my cheating husband wasn’t already stressful enough, I was freaking my son out with my misplaced attempt to establish a more open and honest environment now that we’re wedged into such close quarters.

I arrived at work only a few minutes late and slipped into my tiny office in the back of the salon before anyone noticed. I fired up the computer, opened the bookkeeping software and began sorting through the pile of receipts and invoices that had been left on my desk. I tried to lose myself in the work, but my mind wouldn’t let go of last night.

Sure, it had been an awesome orgasm, and I couldn’t deny that in the three weeks since I’d walked out on my husband it was the first really good night of sleep I’d had. But it wasn’t worth making Gary feel uncomfortable in his own home (if you could call that crappy apartment a home). I hated to admit that in the moment I got a thrill out of the idea that he was listening to me moaning up a storm and maybe jerking off to it all, but in the light of day I was ashamed and embarrassed by my reckless behavior. What kind of mother does something like that?

Even if my son did get off on what happened last night, I’m sure he must be feeling guilty about it today. All I’d thought about was my need to cum; I hadn’t considered the consequences. I tried to put the whole thing out of my head several times, but in a matter of minutes thoughts of what I’d done crept back to nag at me. If that wasn’t bad enough, the more I thought about the night before, the more the image of my son beating off his hard cock filled my mind. It was despicable, but as the day wore on I had to admit to myself that I was getting horny from it all. I knew my panties were getting soaked and there was nothing I could do about it.

I couldn’t risk touching myself in my office to relieve the building tension, nor could I get away with diddling myself in the ladies’ room. For years I’d tried everything to contain myself and learn to have nice quiet orgasms, but nothing ever worked. The last thing I needed was for my boss to hear me screaming in the bathroom while I finger fucked myself to my happy place and end up getting fired. I put my head down and plowed ahead with my work as best as I could.

When I got home, I felt the usual relief that Gary had safely navigated his way through the city back to the apartment, but there was also something else. There was an odd flutter in my tummy the moment I saw him. It was the kind of flutter a woman gets when she sees a man she’s attracted to, not the kind a mother gets when she sees her son. I tried to shake it off and launched into the speech I’d been practicing on the ride home.

“We need to talk,” I began. “First of all, I’m sorry about last night, honey.”

He looked up from his homework, meeting my eye. “Sorry? Why?”

“I think you know why. I shouldn’t have done what I did, and I’m sorry to have put you in such an awkward position. That’s not something a boy should have to deal with.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mom. It’s no big deal.” He chewed the end of his pen nervously for a moment before going on. “Actually, I’ve kinda been thinking about it all day. It’s sorta cool in a way. Well, maybe not cool, exactly, but everyone does it, right? But nobody has the balls…uh, sorry…the guts to talk about it.”

“Maybe there’s a good reason for that.” I sat down, kicked off my shoes and rubbed one of my tired stocking feet. Gary seemed to be following my every move in a way that I’d never noticed him doing before. “Perhaps privacy is the best policy.”

Gary shrugged and turned back to his homework. “Okay, but just so you know, the noise doesn’t bother me any.”

I got up and started dinner. That talk hadn’t gone the way I’d rehearsed it. I had expected to do all the talking, but he obviously had his own thoughts on the situation. Had he really been thinking all day about what he’d heard? That insistent ache was back in my pussy, begging for attention. As tempting as it was, I resolved to keep my hands off myself from now on unless I had the apartment to myself.

After an unexpectedly relaxed dinner, we watched TV for an hour or so before Gary excused himself and went to his room. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop imagining him pulling his pants down as soon as he closed the door and yanking his cock as hard as he could. This was getting ridiculous. I decided to take a shower to cool off.

I stepped out of the stand-up stall feeling somewhat refreshed. The horniness had been quelled to a dull pulse. I just had to get through tonight without any more inappropriateness and I’d be in the clear. As I dried myself off, I noticed the bathroom door wasn’t closed all the way. I thought I’d shut it tight when I came in. As a matter of fact, I was certain I had.

I wrapped the towel around myself and peeked out. Gary’s bedroom door was only a few steps away, and it was closed. I decided to do a little experiment. I stepped out of the bathroom, closed the door most of the way and peered through the crack. There wasn’t much to see from that angle, then I realized that the mirror provided a full view of the bathroom and the shower stall. If my son had been spying on me, he would have been able to see everything.

The anger welled up suddenly. Did all the men in my life feel like they could take advantage of me whenever they wanted to and not care? Like I was nothing more than something to be used? I wanted to march into Gary’s room and let him have it, but instead I took a deep breath and counted to ten. I wasn’t going to fly off the handle and do something I’d regret later. I went back into the bathroom and closed the door. I finished drying off, put on my body lotion, fixed my hair, and took my makeup off. At first I was seething, but the more I thought about my son spying on me the more turned on I got. This wasn’t the way I wanted to feel.

I put on my robe, then went and knocked on his door.

“Hold on.”

I didn’t bother waiting. I got a glimpse of my son’s erection as he yanked his blanket up to hide himself. I also noticed that his computer was closed on his desk. The idea that he was jerking off to thoughts of me instead of porn popped into my mind and I wasn’t able to push it aside quick enough.

“I know you were spying on me in the shower just now,” I said firmly, leaving no room for denial. “I hope you liked what you saw.” My tone was more stern than seductive.

“I was…I accidentally…” He saw the set expression of my face and knew he wasn’t going to get away with any lying excuses. “Um…sorry.”

“As much as I don’t like it, you have plenty of porn right there.” I pointed at his computer. “Why are you wasting time trying to see me naked?”

He shrugged, his cheeks coloring. “I don’t know. You’re not like them.” He nodded to his laptop. “You’re real. And…”

“And what?”

“And…sexy.”

Not what I was expecting to hear. My plan was to gently scold him and nip this in the bud, but instead I heard myself saying words that I couldn’t believe were coming from me.

“Fine, well, I just want to let you know that I’m going to my room now. I’m going to leave my door open. You don’t need to sneak and spy on me like a creepy pervert. If you want to watch me get undressed and get ready for bed, then you’re more than welcomed to. I don’t have anything left to hide.”

He swallowed hard and looked like he couldn’t tell if I was talking crazy or if I meant it. To be honest, I didn’t know myself. I turned and left his room, not bothering to shut his door behind me. I went to my bedroom, and took off my robe before I could have second thoughts. I walked around my room naked, getting out my clothes I was going to wear for tomorrow and tidying up things that didn’t need tidying.

I hated to admit that I was a little disappointed that Gary didn’t take my invitation, but he also didn’t go so far as to close his door. Our bedroom doors were at right angles to one another and if he stood in the right spot he’d be able to see into part of my bedroom. Maybe he was catching sight of me as I moved around naked. It was disgusting that I wanted to put on such a shameless display for my son, but I was enjoying the illicit thrill of it too much to stop. I dug out a small box from my closet, tore off the tape, and took out one of the three dildos that was packed in there along with a couple of negligees I hadn’t worn in over a decade. I turned off the light, got into bed, and began sucking the fake cock.

My fingers worked over my swollen pussy. It had been eager for attention all day, and I was finally going to take care of myself like I deserved. I slid the spit-slicked dildo into my pussy nice and easy.

“Uuuuuggggh, yes…that’s what I’m talking about.” The words came unbidden to my lips. I didn’t bother trying to suppress them. My door was open, my son’s door was open, and he was going to hear what he was going to hear. No point in holding back. “Oh, that cock feels good in my pussy.”

I began fucking myself with the toy using long, even strokes. I normally just set it to vibrate and tease my clit until I orgasm, but just then I needed something hard inside me. I kept glancing to the threshold of my doorway looking for a shadowy figure, but it seemed Gary wasn’t bold enough to take me up on my offer even with the lights out. No matter, I was going to cum hard either way.

“Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, baby. Just like that. Ah, ah, ah, ooooo.” I worked my pussy faster, never letting a second go by where I wasn’t making some kind of sound. “Uuunngg, nice and deep, yeah, fill that pussy up all the way, baby.”

Normally when I masturbate I fantasize that I’m being tended to by a faceless stranger. Tonight he wasn’t a stranger, and he definitely had a face. It was the face of my son. I knew I shouldn’t be going there, even in the privacy of my own mind, but it was no use trying to resist.

“Mommy needs to cum so bad. Uh, uh, uh, yes. Make Mommy cum with that hard cock. Oh, fuck, yeah! Give it to me!”

I’d only seen my son’s hard-on for a quick second, but that image was fixed in my mind’s eye. I was pumping myself fast and hard. I knew my son would be hearing every sound I uttered, but I also realized that he could probably also hear the wet sounds of my dildo plunging in and out of my sopping hole. That thought only encouraged me all the more.

“Oh, God, yes!” I screamed. “You like fucking that cunt, don’t you? Ah, yes. Ah, yes. Ah, yesss! Fuck that cunt! Gimme that hard cock! Fuck my cunt good! Aaaaaaaahhh!”

With that I came in a flash of sensations that rocked my whole body in an instant surge of unadulterated pleasure. All the day’s tension, worry, and anger was released in a sudden burst and replaced with a cascade of happy feelings that flooded my brain and washed away all the negativity. That’s when I heard something from Gary’s room.

“Oh, shit! Uuuuuuh, uh, uh…uh…”

There was no mistaking it this time. I had definitely just heard my son make himself cum. He was lying in his darkened room at that very moment with warm semen splattered all over his chest, belly and hand. And if that wasn’t enough, I knew his orgasm came as a result of listening to me getting myself off.

How could something this wrong feel so damn fucking good?

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 3
by DirtyMindedMom

I stepped out of the shower and began drying off. I was running late for work again, but for some reason I wasn’t as stressed out about it as I should have been. I’d get there when I got there. There was a light knock at the half-opened bathroom door.

“Mom?”

“What is it?”

The door slowly opened the rest of the way to reveal my son Gary standing there looking a bit sheepish. My first instinct was to cover myself, but I managed to resist, instead leaving my tits and pussy on display as my boy looked me over. He ineffectively attempted to disguise his quick survey of my naked body.

“Um…I need ten dollars for the field trip, and you have to sign my permission slip.”

“As you can see, I don’t have ten dollars on me right now.” I tossed my damp towel aside and held my arms out to demonstrate my lack of pockets. “I’ll sign your slip as soon as I’m done in here and get dressed. Okay?” I turned and wiped the fog from the mirror, giving Gary a good view of my ass in the process.

“Okay.” He lingered for a moment longer than he needed to in the doorway. “Thanks, Mom.”

I felt an inappropriate sense of disappointment when he left. It’s not like I wanted him to whip his cock out and start jerking off at the sight of me, but something more would have been nice. I mentally scolded myself for thinking that way. I was at least able to take solace in knowing he had contrived an excuse to come talk to me the moment I got out of the shower in an obvious ploy to see me naked.

Being penned up with my son in that tiny apartment was driving me to some very weird places. Places I’d never even contemplated before when we were separated by a dozen rooms in our 5,000 square foot McMansion. This piece-of-shit apartment was all I could afford on the money I made from the salon. Maybe I needed to swallow my pride and ask my cheating fucknut of a soon to be ex-husband for money. I knew I would regret saying I didn’t want anything from him during my screaming fit when I’d left. The only thing to do now was to make the best of a strange situation.

My day at work passed in a haze of bills, spreadsheets, and perverse thoughts. I couldn’t get over the fact that just that morning I’d stood naked in front of my son like it was as normal as could be. I couldn’t help wondering what he thought of my tits. Were they too big for him? Too saggy? Maybe he preferred little dainty nipples and not long fat ones like mine. And what about my pussy? Was he grossed out when he saw my hairy bush? I knew it had been the trend to shave everything off for a while now, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How bad was it that I’d refused to shave my pussy for my husband, but I would be more than willing to do it for my son?

When I got home there was a moment of panic. Gary wasn’t there. By the time I’d gotten out my phone and was hitting his speed dial number, he walked in carrying a bag of groceries.

“Where were you?” I ran over and hugged him. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I just went to the store around the corner, Mom. No biggie.” He normally pulled away from one of my hugs as soon as he could, but he seemed content to let me squeeze him for as long as I wanted. “I’m making us dinner tonight. Chili!”

“You can cook?”

“Yes, I can read a recipe and follow instructions.” He crossed to what passed for a kitchen in our humble hovel and began unloading the items he’d gotten. “I figured you could use a night off.”

Wow, I never knew my son could be so thoughtful. He certainly didn’t learn it from his loser of a father. I decided that I could indeed use a night off and was happy to let my son treat me to dinner.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek and headed around the corner to my bedroom. I automatically closed my door behind me, then remembered the new world order and opened it up all the way. I began unbuttoning my blouse. I checked the doorway but Gary wasn’t there. There was a longing ache in my chest. Maybe it was nothing more than a desperate need for some kind of connection in my life now that my marriage had disintegrated, but I couldn’t resist provoking the situation.

“How was school today?” I called out.

“Good. Got an A on my History quiz.”

“I can’t hear you.” Actually, I could hear him just fine. “Come talk to me while I change.”

He was at my doorway quicker than I expected. “I said I got an A on my History quiz.”

“Great!” I finished unbuttoning my blouse and took it off while he watched. “So, you’re adjusting to the new school okay?”

“I guess. Classes are easier than back home.” His eyes were locked onto my cleavage, which was enhanced by my cream-colored bra with lace around the edges.

A pleasant tingle spread across my arms and around to the back of my neck. It had been a long while since I’d had someone admire me in such a lustful way. I unzipped my skirt and shimmied out of it.

“And you’re getting along with your teachers?”

“They’re alright.” He was only half listening to my questions as he took in the sight of me in my pantyhose.

My jackhole of a husband had a thing for nylons. He’d sometimes hump my thigh while I was wearing them, or have me wrap his cock in my hose and give him a handjob. Well, he had someone else to do that for him now. I wondered if Gary had inherited the same fetish gene from his father. Just in case, I made sure to take my time putting away my skirt in order to give him a good long look at my shapely legs sheathed in sheer nude stockings.

“Met any cute girls yet?” I asked with a wink.

“Geez, Mom, it’s only been a couple weeks.” He blushed. “But, yeah, there’s a few hot chicks in my class.”

“Hot chicks?” I shook my head disapprovingly. “My son the feminist.” I pulled my pantyhose down over my hips, then sat on the little chair of my vanity. I lifted one leg, pointed my toe, and worked my nylons down over my thigh and along my calf. My intention was to get my son turned on, but I was getting myself pretty worked up as well.

“You know, Mom, I never really noticed before, but you have sexy legs.”

“You can thank half an hour everyday on the stair-stepper for that.” I lifted my other leg and repeated my performance with the nylons. “I haven’t worked out since we left the house.” I stood and appraised myself in the cheap full-length mirror tacked onto the closet door, posing in nothing but my bra and panties. “I probably gained at least ten pounds of flab since then.”

“No way, your body is totally hot. You look a lot better than half the girls in my school.”

“Only half?” I teased. “Well, I’m guessing I have at least one advantage over them.” I unclasped my bra and let my tits flop free. “I doubt any of them have developed a pair like this.”

Gary swallowed hard and didn’t even attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at my naked boobs. I had the urge to gather my tits up in my hands and play with them in front of my son, but I held back. It was enough for me to see the growing bulge in his pants.

“No…not even close…”

“Of course, big boobs aren’t for everyone. Some guys like them small and perky.”

“Not me.” He spoke almost as if he was in a trance. “I think big ones are nice. I mean, not too big or anything. Yours are just about the perfect right amount of big.”

“You liked them when you were a baby, so I guess it’s only natural that you like them now.” It was wicked of me to put the thought of him sucking on my nipples in his head, but I couldn’t help myself. “It’s amazing how sweaty I can get sitting in that stuffy little office all day.” I sniffed my bra and tossed it into the hamper. “Phew! It feels so nice to come home and air them out.” I hefted my boobs and gave them a little jiggle – just to “air them out,” of course.

“Same for me…except with my balls.” His voice was soft and unsure as he tested the boundaries of what he could now say in front of me and what might still be off limits.

“Hmm, nothing worse than sweaty balls,” I agreed as I pulled my panties down without any ceremony. I gave them a quick whiff as well before adding them to the hamper. “I hope I’m not embarrassing you, sweetheart.”

“Huh?”

Apparently the sight of my pussy short-circuited his hearing. “I sort of instituted this new open door policy of ours without really asking you. I know you were purposely spying on me in the shower, but maybe you’re not comfortable with seeing your mother naked like this.”

“No!” he quickly assured me. “It’s not a problem for me at all. I’m totally comfortable with it.”

“And you honestly don’t mind hearing me masturbating and making all that noise? I know I can get carried away sometimes.”

“I definitely don’t mind that. Actually, last night I…” he realized he might have been about to share too much information with me.

“Last night you listened to me and jerked off?”

He nodded with a dopey grin on his face. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s fine, sweetie, I’m certainly not one to talk. I know how boys are and don’t blame you one bit. I just don’t want you feeling weird or guilty because you’re getting excited in that way because of your mother.”

“I did kinda wonder if there was something wrong with me.”

“Not at all.” I moved closer to him; close enough for him to reach out and touch me if he wanted. “I may be your mother, but I’m still a woman. Your penis doesn’t know the difference. It just knows I have these tits, an ass, and a vagina. It’s only natural to get excited. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Okay.” He chuckled nervously. “When you put it that way, I guess it makes sense.”

“As a matter of fact, it looks like you’re excited right now.” I nodded toward his full-grown bulge.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Gary moved his hands to cover the evidence of his erection.

“Don’t apologize. I take it as a compliment.” I turned and went to my dresser and got out a pair of comfy sweat pants and a t-shirt. “You might want to take care of that hard-on before you try to cook dinner, though.”

“Okay, sure.” He turned to go to his room.

“Wait. If you want, you can go ahead and take care of it now before I get dressed.”

“Um…okay.” He looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you can go to your bedroom and do it if you like, or you can pull your cock out right here and masturbate while you’ve got me naked.”

“Seriously, Mom? You want to watch me jerk off?”

“That’s part of it, but mostly I just thought you’d like to cum to the real thing for a change.”

My son stood there conflicted. I didn’t say anything and waited for him to work it out for himself. His hand went to his crotch and he gripped his erection through his pants. He looked at me standing there naked. The turmoil of temptation was evident in his expression of hopeful agony. He knew he’d be crossing a clear line if he did it, but he so eagerly wanted to violate the taboo society had instilled in him.

“I feel like you might think I’m a creep if you see me whack off in front of you.”

“Honey, you’re my son and I love you. I love you no matter what. I know you masturbate, and I know you are sexually attracted to my body. You also now know that I masturbate, too. I’m not going to judge you. I want you to feel good about yourself and be happy. If this will make you happy, then I won’t think you’re a creep or anything like that. I’ll just think you’re a healthy young man who knows what he likes when he sees it.”

I was worried that I was pouring it on too thick. I really wanted to see my son’s cock, and I desperately wanted to watch him beat off. I was never turned on when his father would play with his own dick, but to see my son stroke his hard-on would be beyond amazing.

“Okay, then…” Gary shrugged and unzipped his pants.

I couldn’t keep the smile from my face as I watched him fish his hard penis out of his pants. As soon as it appeared I felt weak in the knees. I’d only seen a handful of cocks in the flesh over the course of my life, but my son’s was easily the sexiest one I’d ever been presented with.

He was circumcised and sported a flaring cockhead that was darker than his shaft. It was about average length, possibly even a bit shorter, but it was nice and thick. His piss hole gaped open in his excitement, and a trickle of thin pre-cum was already seeping from it. I could only see hints of pubic hair near the base, but I could easily imagine what it would be like to run my fingers through his curly tuft. I was hoping he’d pull his balls out for my enjoyment. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and started stroking.

I’d been so invested in convincing him to masturbate that I hadn’t considered what I would do if he did. I couldn’t just stand there like a fence post. Although, he probably would have been all right with this, I felt I had to at least provide some degree of encouragement.

“There you go,” I said trying to sound supportive but coming off more sultry than I intended. “Stroke that beautiful cock.” I didn’t know if my talking was helping or distracting. I dropped my sweats and shirt and ran my hands up my sides to my breasts. I cupped them both from below and hefted them. My son was transfixed as I bobbled my big boobies for his amusement.

I should have felt self-conscious, or at the very least foolish, for behaving like I was, but the way my son was looking at me made feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.

“Fuck, Mom, you are so friggin’ hot,” he croaked and began jerking faster.

“I’m glad you think so,” I said, feeling more flattered than I had a right to. “You like Mommy’s big titties, don’t you?”

He nodded with that pained look of desire in his eyes. “I like your ass, too.”

I turned around and stuck my butt out. “You mean this ass?” I reached around and gave myself a spank. God, when did I turn into such a slut?

“Oh, yeah,” Gary moaned. “That’s it…oh, Mom…so beautiful…uuuuuhhhhh!”

Sooner than I expected, my son was spraying cum all over the place. If we had been at home I would have worried about the carpets, but since it was only our shitty apartment I didn’t care that he was cumming like a firehose all over the floor. I was impressed with the amount of jizz my boy produced and was a little sad that it was wasted the way it was.

“How was that?” I asked as I picked up my sweats as casually as I could.

“Holy crap, Mom, I’m dizzy right now.”

“I’ll assume that means it was good.” I slipped on my sweats.

“It was more than good. Thanks.”

I shrugged it off as if it was nothing. “We’re going to be crammed together in this tiny place for a while, so we might as well stop being precious with our privacy.” I pulled on my t-shirt and my son seemed genuinely sad to see my tits disappear from sight. “We’re not in Kansas anymore.”

“I guess not.” Gary tucked his cock away and it was my turn to be sad. I didn’t fail to notice that his penis was still just as hard as when he had pulled it out. “I should probably get started on dinner.” He came over and kissed me on the cheek before retreating to the kitchen.

I had known that our new living arrangements would change the way my son and I related to each other, but I never envisioned that we would go down this path together. The abrupt end of my marriage had thrown my world into chaos. I was perfectly aware that I was venturing into territory that no mother should ever contemplate, but I was also aware that I might not have the emotional fortitude to avoid digging myself in deeper.

When I reached down into my sweatpants and felt how wet my cunt was, I became certain that I was already in way over my head.

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Chapter 4 >>

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6 Comments

6 thoughts on “Open Door Policy 1-3

  1. An amazing story that inspires me to add a few notes based on personal observations. The best stories in this genre reveal that the mother figure seldom understands what she’s doing at first…as if compelled by some unseen supernatural force. I believe this happens often enough in homes where the son takes up body building at an early age, while Dad is off chasing a little white ball around in a park. Mom silently observes whats happening…her mate is increasingly missing-in-action and her boy is becoming ‘man of the house’…in more ways than one! At first, her responses are somewhat unconscious…questions arise in her own mind only when its too late. She may ask herself…why did I enter my son’s bedroom wearing only pantyhose and a thin risque robe? Would this lingering kiss raise eyebrows among my relatives…what would Aunt Beatrice think? Why am I asking my son what he thinks of a new dress…turning this way and that, as if modelling for his arousal. Why do I make a swishing nylon sound when crossing my thighs in his presence? Yup, boys like that sound…and ponder its subtle meaning under cover of darkness. Did my mom leave her big purple buttplug in plain sight…on purpose??? From there, things often spiral out of control…if we’re lucky! Thanks again for the outstanding work! -Eric.

  2. Just found your website yesterday and finished chapters 1-3. It was so good I shot a much bigger load than normal in my wife’s mouth. She even asked what got me so excited. She has no idea.

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