Open Door Policy 13-15

Open Door Policy, Ch. 13
by DirtyMindedMom

I slipped on my slinky robe – it being the only thing handy to cover my nakedness – and tried to make sense of what my son had just said to me:

“We need your help.”

He stood there in my open doorway looking scared. The fact that he was completely nude and sporting a raging hard-on didn’t help matters any. Only moments before I had been merrily minding my own business eavesdropping on him and his girlfriend having sex while I fucked myself with a dildo, and suddenly things took a strange turn.

“Help? With what?”

“Um…it’s just that me and Valerie were, you know, doing it, and it kinda came off…”

“What came off?”

He glanced toward his bedroom nervously and lowered his voice. “The condom.”

“Okaaay…so just put it back on.”

“No, it came off inside.”

“Oh…that’s not good.” I tried not to show any panic at the prospect of becoming a grandmother on top of everything else that was going on in my life. “Come on.”

I cinched my robe, took him by the arm and went around the corner into his bedroom. The scent of raw pussy was thick in the air. Valerie was on his mattress with the blanket pulled up over her nose. The half of her face that I could see looked mortified.

“Valerie,” I began as calmly as I could, “are you okay?”

She nodded meekly. “I’m sorry,” she said through the blanket.

“We’ll worry about that later. Right now we have a bigger problem to focus on.” I was about to tell them what they needed to do, but another approach came to mind. I was horrified with myself that I could even conceive of such a thing, but before I knew what was happening I was heading down that wicked path. “I’m going to have to take a look. Okay?”

Her scared eyes went to Gary. All he could offer was a helpless shrug. Valerie gave me an uncertain nod. I sat on the mattress and lifted the blanket. She was naked underneath.

“Open your legs for me, honey.” I saw a rather lovely little pussy when she parted her legs. Light, nut-brown skin gave way to hints of pink at the center of her slit. She was shaved bald, as was the fashion these days it seemed. I really couldn’t deny the appeal of a hairless cunt. “Yeah, it’s definitely in there, alright,” I said gravely. I looked up at the frightened girl. “Did he already cum?”

“I-I don’t know…I think so…” Her eyes flicked to Gary again.

He nodded. “Um, yeah. I came and then when I pulled out the condom wasn’t on anymore.”

“Do you know if it fell off before or after you came?”

“Don’t know,” my son answered, a pathetic note in his voice.

I looked at Valerie but she just shook her head and shrugged. Okay, here goes nothing.

“Just relax, the both of you. I’m going to do my best to fix this for you, okay?” I looked at each of them in turn and got fearful nods in response. “I’m going to have to get the condom out.” I pushed the blanket aside leaving the girl completely exposed. She hugged her arms to her chest but it did little to hide those D-cup sized breasts of her. “Try to relax, Valerie, and we’ll have it out in no time.” I moved into position.

She tensed up. “Wait! Are you going to…?”

“Sorry, honey, it’s the only way. I’d let you go after it yourself, but if you don’t do it right you could end up pregnant. You don’t want that, do you?”

“No!”

“All right, then, just close your eyes and relax as best as you can.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I reached down between her legs and parted her lips. There was a distant voice in my head screaming at me to stop, but when I saw the soft inner flesh of that girl’s pussy I knew there was no turning back. I slipped my middle finger into her surprisingly tight vagina. I didn’t see any blood on the sheets, but my guess was that less than an hour ago this girl was a virgin.

When I’d told Gary about my lesbian experience, I made it seem like I had only done it to please his father. The truth was, I’d been curious for a long time. I’d wanted to experiment back in college, as one does, but I was too much of a chicken to go through with it. I had a few close calls, which were nice, but those didn’t quite satisfy my curiosity. That birthday present was more for me than it was for him. Ever since that night, I’ve been craving the feel of another woman, but I didn’t want to “cheat” on my rat-faced husband, and I didn’t want to admit that I was horny for pussy.

Valerie was exceedingly wet, so my finger had no trouble sliding into her teen hole. As soon as I was about halfway in, the tip of my finger touched the errant condom. I carefully moved my finger past it, ostensibly to get around behind it so I could draw it out, but more because I wanted to get my finger into this sweet girl as deep as I could.

I looked up at my son who was watching with the worried expression of an expectant father. His cock was as stiff as ever and pulsing slightly along with his racing heartbeat. When he noticed me looking, I shot him a wink. I think it was only then that he fully realized that he was witnessing his mother fingering his girlfriend. In case he had any doubts, I pulled my finger back a little way and inserted it again as far as it would go. He just shook his head and tried to keep the smile off his face.

I felt around a little more, vaguely seeing if I could hit her g-spot and get a reaction. “Okay, there it is,” I said in a soothing voice. “I found it, now we just have to get it out.” I turned my wrist and “accidentally” grazed my thumb against the knot of flesh protecting her clit. She didn’t make a sound, but she bit her lower lip in response. “You okay up there?”

“Ah…yeah…I think I’m good, Mrs. Harden.”

Oh, she was good alright. Good and wet. I wanted to push my luck and see if I could get away with trying to make her cum, but I knew that would be going to far. I played around inside her pussy for a few more pleasurable seconds before hooking my finger around the lost condom and very slowly drawing it out from inside her. As soon as it appeared at her opening, I pinched it with the fingers from my free hand and teased it out the rest of the way. I held it up by the ringed end.

We could all see the heavy blob of semen weighing down the tip of the slimy, used condom. The distended bulb of the reservoir dangled lewdly. Mmm, what a sight it was. What made it better was the embarrassment wafting off of the two naked teenagers on either side of me.

“I looks like he came before it fell off, wouldn’t you say, Valerie?” I held the filled condom toward her.

Her eyes grew big. “Ah…I guess so.”

“That’s good news, at least,” I said, laying the used rubber aside carefully. “It’s still possible that some sperm leaked out. Do you want me to check to make sure there’s no more cum inside you?” I knew there most likely wasn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.

“I’m not ready to have a baby, so I guess maybe you should probably check.” From the way she said it, I couldn’t tell if she meant it or had realized what I was up to. Either way, I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity that might not ever come again.

I eased my middle finger into her pussy and this time I felt her relax her inner muscles as I penetrated her. Nice. I slipped my finger back, added a second, and went in deep. I felt around as if I was searching for fugitive sperms, but there was no way for me to tell one way or the other. Gary scratched his balls. I knew what he was really itching to do was jack off while watching me shamelessly molest his girl. I twisted my shoulders in such a way that the top of my robe opened up some, showing off more than a hint of my cleavage to whoever wanted to look.

After about half a minute of lingering on third base with this girl, I pulled my fingers out. I made sure she was watching me before I sniffed the slick wetness that clung to them. I frowned, then gave my middle finger a quick lick. The shocked look on her face told me that she wasn’t expecting this!

“Hmm, I can’t say for sure. Valerie, why don’t you check and see what you think?”

“Check? You mean, like…?”

“Do just like I did, and tell me if you think he got any cum in you.”

She looked toward Gary once again, more out of embarrassment than for consolation. Her hand tentatively made its way down between her legs. She fumbled her way down to her hole and stuck a finger in there with me and my son watching. God, she was a sexy little thing.

She didn’t stay in there as long as me, but when she pulled her fingers out they were just as covered with sex juices as mine were.

“Give it a sniff,” I told her.

She did as I suggested, then looked up at me blankly.

“You can’t always be sure just from the smell. Give it a taste.”

Valerie wasn’t as quick to follow this instruction, but after a few seconds of hesitation she darted her tongue out and licked the tip of one of her wet fingers. She still had that blank look.

“Do you know what cum tastes like?” I asked, realizing that she might not be as experienced as I assumed.

“Not really…no.”

“Oh. Well, luckily we have a sample right here.” I gingerly picked up the condom, held the rim open, at gave it a sniff. “Mmm, yes.”

I offered to her. She pulled her hair back to keep it falling against the dirty condom, leaned in and took a whiff. “Okay…wow. I didn’t think it would smell that strong.”

I was hoping Valerie didn’t notice that she was no longer modestly covering her breasts. I could see her large, dark areoles and wanted nothing more than to put my mouth on them. I was envious of my son, knowing that he surely had a chance to give them a good suckling before he got in her pants.

“It also has a very unique flavor,” I went on, trying to sound as pedantic as I could to make it seem like I was more interested in teaching them something than I was in getting my rocks off by taking advantage of her compromising situation.

I assumed that there was no chance she’d go for what I was about to do, but I tried anyway. I dipped a finger into the condom and picked up a small sample of my boy’s cum on the tip. I then offered it to Valerie. She balked, pulling her head back.

“It can be an acquired taste, but some women find it quite enjoyable.” I popped my finger in my mouth and cleaned the cum off it. “Mmm.”

I could hear Gary swallow hard beside me as I dipped back into the condom once more. Valerie’s eyes were wide again, and her jaw had dropped a bit. She might never want to see Gary again after this, but he was a good-looking kid, there’d be other girls. I held my semen-tipped finger out to her for another try.

She leaned in and sniffed it. Those big, brown eyes looked at me for assurance, and I gave her a warm smile of encouragement.

Her tongue snaked out and she touched just the tip of it to my finger. I didn’t move. A few seconds later she took my finger in her mouth and quickly sucked it clean. Valerie smacked her lips daintily.

“It’s not as bad as I thought,” she conceded. “I could maybe get to like it.” She smiled shyly, looking away from Gary.

I was dying to shove my fingers in my cunt and give her a taste of that. Maybe she could get to like the flavor of mature pussy, too!

My son had been silent this whole time, not wanting to miss a single second of the unbelievable scene playing out right in front of him.

“Gary,” I said in a motherly tone, “how did you put this on?” I let the cum-laden condom tick-tock between us like a crude pendulum.

“Um…I don’t know. I just opened it up, unrolled it, and, you know, stuck it on.”

“Okay, well, there’s the problem.” I patted his leg affectionately. “Go grab another condom, sweetie.”

He rummaged under some discarded clothes, which included a lacey pair of pink panties, and found the sheaf of condoms that I had bought him just the other day, and ripped one off. I held my hand out and he placed it in my palm.

“I’m going to show you how to correctly put a condom on, and I want you both to pay close attention.” I patted the mattress next to where I was sitting. “Valerie, come up here with me so you can get a better look at what I’m doing.”

She did as she was told without question. I wondered just how far I could push things with her before I got myself into serious trouble.

“Is your penis all the way hard, Gary?” I could clearly see that it was. “Why don’t you give a few strokes to make sure?”

He cleared his throat, grabbed his shaft, and gave it a few tugs. Valerie was playing at being bashful, but she couldn’t help looking.

“Valerie, be sure that he’s good and stiff before the condom goes on. You can use your hand or your mouth to make sure. Understand?”

She was fighting the giggles. “Yes, Mrs. Harden, I think so.”

“Okay, Gary, that looks good enough.” If I let him go much longer he’d be spraying a load all over us. I opened the package and took out the little rubber disk. “Your mistake was that you unrolled it first. What we want to do is place it against the tip of his cock, oops…I meant to say penis. We place it at the tip of his penis, like so. Make sure it’s facing the right way, then we gently roll it along his shaft.”

Valerie leaned in close to get a good look. If she was bothered by watching me handling my son’s prick, she didn’t say anything. I wondered if she noticed that I was using “we” as I gave my directions in an attempt to subtly integrate myself into their private twosome. It was difficult to tell since I couldn’t stop noticing how hard her nipples had become in the last few moments. I looked down and noticed that mine were showing through my robe as well. I flexed my tummy, vainly hoping to loosen the sash enough that the robe might fall open.

I got the condom halfway along the length of Gary’s cock and paused. “Valerie, why don’t you get it on the rest of the way?”

She was eager to take her turn. She held the tip of his cock steady and worked the condom down to the base of his shaft, then looked at me to confirm she did it right.

“Good. Now let’s check it to make sure it’s on nice and snug.” I watched, amused as she touched it lightly here and there, not having any clue what she was doing. “Here, like this.” I gripped my son’s erection and tugged toward his body a few times. “Try that.”

Valerie took hold of his cock and tugged. Gary was on cloud nine, and then some.

“I think it’s on there pretty good,” she said when she was done.

I inspected her work. “Very nice, Valerie. I think we’ve got it.” I felt a warm tingle between my legs when she flashed a proud smile. “Now that we’ve got it on correctly, you two can take it slow and easy, or you can fuck as fast and hard as you want without worrying. Oops, I shouldn’t have said ‘fuck.’ I meant ‘make love.’”

Valerie couldn’t hold back her giggle at that.

“Thanks,” Gary said, looking like he was about to fill his condom at any second.

“Sure thing, sweetie.” I leaned back and inconspicuously scooted my butt forward a bit on the edge of the mattress, causing my robe to rise up my thighs. “All we need to do now is test it out.”

“Alright, Mom, I think we can take it from here.”

“Well, okay, but there is one more thing I really should show you. If you get this last trick wrong, we could end up with another spermy condom floating around inside Valerie’s pussy. Oops…I meant vagina.”

“What trick?” Valerie asked.

“It would be best if I showed you, if that’s okay?”

“At this point,” she held her arms out and looked down at her naked body, “why not?”

“Smart girl.” My heart began thumping like crazy. I couldn’t believe I was about to get away with this. “Okay, Valerie, you lie down. Gary, you get on top of her.”

I moved out of the way so they could get into position. My robe was looser, but not quite enough to come open. That didn’t stop Valerie from surreptitiously checking out what was I had showing as my son got between her legs.

While Gary settled in, I had a chance to get a good look at Valerie.

“My goodness, girl, you have a beautiful body,” I said without thinking.

That shy smile was back. “Thanks, Mrs. Harden. You got a pretty rockin’ bod yourself.”

“For an old lady, you mean. And, I think after all this you can go ahead and call me Joanne.”

“Okay…Joanne.” Her voice trembled with nervousness.

“How you doing there, stud?” I gave my son a light slap on his butt. “Ready?”

“Guess so. What do you want me to do?”

“First, give her a nice kiss.”

He leaned in and they kissed, no tongues.

“She’s already good and wet, so we don’t need any more foreplay.” I sat back down on the bed, thrilled to feel one of my breasts on the verge of popping out. “Now go ahead and carefully slide your cock into her pussy.” I didn’t bother correcting my language this time.

Valerie closed her eyes while my son entered her. She gave a slight wince as he stretched her, but the up-turned corners of her lips told me she liked how it felt. Such a good little slut.

“Okay, very nice,” I said softly. “Now let’s go in and out a few times. There we go, good.”

The full impact of what was happening hadn’t quite hit me. There was plenty of time to process this later, right then I was too busy supervising one of my son’s very first fucks. I took Valerie’s hand.

“Are you doing all right, honey?”

“Yes,” she answered and squeezed my hand.

“It doesn’t hurt too much?”

“Not anymore. It actually feels really good.”

“Mmm, I’m sure it does. I guess that means he’s doing something right for a change.” I wanted to let things keep going on the track they were, but I didn’t want to overplay my hand and get Gary upset with me for horning in on his thing. “Okay, so here’s the last trick. Gary, push your cock almost as far as you can into Valerie’s pussy.”

I desperately wanted to tell him to start pounding her like there was no tomorrow, but I managed to control myself.

“Now, after you cum, don’t just pull out right away. You need to hold onto the condom when you do. Like this.” I leaned in, and reached in between their bellies. As I did, my left boob fell out of my robe. I acted like I hadn’t noticed, but I was quite certain that Valerie had.

I moved my hand down over her bare pubic mound, feeling the slightest hint of pussy whiskers. My fingers slowly glided over the top of her slit, where I was able to get a fleeting sense of her hard nubbin. My touch reached my son’s cock, which was all but buried in this girl’s lovely cunt.

“You want to pinch right here to hold it in place, then you can pull out. Now go ahead.” I held on while Gary withdrew his cock. “Can you see this okay, Valerie?”

“Uh-huh,” she hunched her body slightly and looked down at me holding his prick as he pulled out of her. “I can see…”

I had an excellent view of her dark-ridged pussy lips as his cock cleared her hole. “Okay, Gary, now let’s see you try it.”

My boy gave me a sideways glance to let me know how incorrigible I was behaving, then sunk his cock into her once more. I was surprised to realize that I wasn’t feeling the least bit jealous that it was her pussy and not mine. Maybe that meant I was making progress. Maybe…

“Good. Now pinch at the base…yes, like that. Nice and slow. There you go. You look like an expert now.” I pretended to notice for the first time that my tit was flopping around in the open and casually tucked it away as if it were no big deal. “Okay, I guess we’re all set here. I’ll let you two finish in private.”

As I stood up I saw Valerie about to say something but stop herself. I half suspected she was going to tell me that I didn’t have to leave just yet. Or, more likely, I was just trying to convince myself that’s what she was thinking. In any case, I really had overstepped my bounds enough for one afternoon.

“I’ll get rid of this for you.” I picked up the used condom like it was nothing out of the ordinary. “You take good care of her, Gary,” I warned as I reached the doorway.

“I will, Mom,” he promised.

“Thanks, Mrs…I mean, thanks, Joanne.”

“You’re welcome, honey. Now hurry up before your mother starts to wonder where you are.” Gary didn’t wait for me leave before he began humping her in earnest. I had the door halfway closed before I changed my mind, remembering our house rule. I opened the door wide and left it that way. “Have fun!”

I dropped my robe and picked up my dildo as soon as I was back in my bedroom. I was rather gratified to hear that they weren’t bothering to be quiet this time around. I leaned against the adjoining wall and emptied the contents of the condom into my mouth. I held my son’s spunk on my tongue as I jammed my fake cock up my pussy and began fucking myself without mercy. I decided I wasn’t going to bother being quiet either, and managed to time my orgasm to match theirs. If I hadn’t scared Valerie off before, that should have done the job.

After flopping face-down onto my mattress, I began to wonder if Gary would still want to jerk off to his old mother’s saggy tits and wrinkled pussy now that he had that gorgeous specimen to play with. I heard them start up again almost in answer to my silent question. Even if it ended here, I had a helluva run. I opened my legs and reached around from behind.

Besides, I’ll always have my fingers…

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 14
by DirtyMindedMom

Things felt slightly off the night after Valerie’s last “visit.” Gary was in his room doing homework or playing video games. I was parked on the sofa watching TV. I’d noticed how he’d left his door open, but I didn’t intrude on what he was doing. It had been a big day for him and I was dying to talk to him about it, but I understood that he might want a little space to process all that had happened. It’s not every day that a 16-year-old boy loses his virginity and has to ask his mom for help fishing a lost condom out of his girlfriend’s pussy.

The next morning we went through our usual routine. I showered while he peed and brushed his teeth, then he showered while I did my hair and make-up. Even though there was nothing sexual going on, it was still a thrill for me to do all this naked in front of my son. It was also a perpetual treat to be able to check out his free-swinging dick whenever I wanted. As lovely as it was to see him going about his business limp, it never failed to get my heart racing to see him randomly pop a boner at some point during the morning.

I spent most of the day at work worrying that I had gone too far. I should have just told him how to get the condom out of Valerie’s pussy himself and left him to it. I would never forget the experience of being in that room with those two naked teenagers drunk on hormones. But I was being selfish. Those were memories that Gary should be making for himself without his mother sticking her fat tits into everything. I had to stop being so selfish and do what was best for my son instead of what was best for my horny, over-the-hill pussy.

When I got home from work, Gary was lying on the sofa naked fiddling with his balls. Damn, I loved how this new policy was working out! I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag on the table before going and sitting down on the couch next to him. He lifted his feet to give me a place to sit, then brought them down onto my lap.

“You talk to Valerie today?” I inquired after a few minutes.

“Yup.”

“Everything okay with you two?”

“Yeah, great.” His hand moved from his balls to his cock. “Why?”

“I just thought that maybe things might be a little weird after yesterday.”

“How come?”

“Well, it’s not all that common for a guy’s mom to be there to help him fuck his girlfriend for the first time.”

“Oh, that,” he played it off like I was being silly. “Valerie thought you were totally cool. She wishes you were her mom. She can’t even mention the word ‘sex’ around her mother, much less ask her questions about it.”

“So…you’re not mad at me for interfering?”

“Course not, Mom. We were both freaked out when that condom thing happened and you completely bailed us out. I think it’s awesome that you’re not like a normal mom.”

His cock was completely hard by this point. I could have been hurt by him not seeing me as a “normal” mom, but I understood that he meant it as a compliment. The worry I had to contend with was whether or not being an un-normal mom was good for him, or would it hurt him in the long run? As I watched his fingers tickle up and down along the underside of his erection, I knew it was good for me, at least in the short-run.

“Okay, but if I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.”

He gave a scoffing chuckle as if that wasn’t possible. “Sure, Mom, I’ll let you know.” He sat up and sat up at the other end of the sofa. “Give me your feet.”

“Huh?”

He patted his lap. “Relax and put your feet up.”

I swiveled my butt and did as he asked. As soon as my stocking feet were resting comfortably on his thighs he began to massage them.

“Ooooh, God, that feels good.”

His hands somehow worked magic across my instep, to my heel and back to my toes.

“I never really realized how much you worked,” he said as he gave each of my toes a gentle tug. “I always just thought Dad earned all the money and you only worked for fun.” He switched to my other foot and the initial effect was renewed all over again. “But since we moved, I see how much you really do.” He shrugged, unable to look at me as he talked. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks…for everything.”

I didn’t know if the tears welling in my eyes were from what he was saying or what he was doing.

“Thanks, sweetie, you have no idea how much that means to me.” I began unbuttoning my blouse, knowing where all this would most likely lead.

“I can’t get over how sexy your feet are.” One of his hands glided up along my calf. “And your legs…mmmm.”

“You only say that because you have a pantyhose fetish,” I chided him while I wallowed in his compliments.

“Do I? Maybe,” he conceded. “I remember when I was little and you dragged me with you in the department store and you’d go to the pantyhose section. I’d get all crazy over the pictures of the ladies on the packages and the disembodied mannequin legs with different types of nylons on them. Ever since I was little, I always wanted to touch your legs when you were wearing them to see what it felt like. Now I can.”

I turned my foot and touched his cock. His body shivered with delight.

“Any interest in a footjob?” I proposed.

“What’s that?”

“I put the soles of my feet together, and you fuck the space between.” I demonstrated by capturing his erection between my feet and giving him a few awkward strokes.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” He got up on his knees and turned to face me.

Gary held my feet tight to his cock and began humping the space formed by my arches.

“Your nylons are so soft,” he moaned. “And your feet are all warm…”

I scooped each of my boobs out of my bra and tweaked my nipples as I watched my boy enjoy sexually molesting my feet. I’d thought of doing this with his good-for-nothing father, but decided he didn’t deserve it. My boy, on the other hand, could have my stocking feet whenever he wanted.

It wasn’t long before he was lost in the experience. His hands went from my feet to my calves and back again as he pleasured himself. My skirt rode up to the point where he could see my crotch and get a good look at my pussy hair matted down under the sheer fabric of my nylons. This seemed to excite him all the more.

“Oh, Mom…this is the best. So fucking sexy,” he moaned picking up speed. “I’m gonna cum!”

He gave three or four manful thrusts before several ropes of semen began shooting out onto me and the sofa between my legs. This particular piece of furniture was bound to be soaked in sexual bodily fluids repeatedly in the near future, so I didn’t even care. What really mattered was the singular privilege of witnessing all that thick cum spurting out of my son’s big cock.

As he was enjoying the aftershocks and recovering from his orgasm, I hiked up my skirt and pulled down the control top of my pantyhose. I fluffed up my flattened pubic hair, and gave my lips and vigorous once over.

“Can you do me a favor, sweetie,” I begged.

“Sure, Mom, anything.”

“Can you stick a finger in my asshole while I masturbate?”

“No problem whatsoever,” he agreed eagerly.

Gary spit on his finger as I hooked one leg over the back of the sofa and dropped the other to the floor. I angled my hips up as he lubed my anus with his saliva. He spit on his middle finger again and worked it into my butt hole without any reservations. Such a good boy!

“This is so wrong,” I whined as I began to masturbate. “This is so fucking bad what we’re doing.”

“So bad,” he agreed as he began finger fucking my ass.

“Damn, that feels good, baby. You make Mommy feel so good all the time.” I grabbed one of my tits and squeezed hard. “Did you like watching me finger your girlfriend yesterday?”

“Ha. Yeah, that was crazy hot.”

“Mmm, her cunt felt so good. Did you like fucking her cunt with that cock of yours?”

“It was awesome. I can’t wait to do it again.”

I almost told him he could do it again right now if he wanted, but I caught myself.

“I shouldn’t let you stick your finger in my ass like this,” I said, feigning distress. “A mother shouldn’t let her son play with her asshole.”

“Shut up, Mom. You love it, and you know it.” He shoved his finger in, twisting it as he did. “Just enjoy it and make that sexy pussy of yours cum.”

I loved how he was getting more assertive with his dirty talk. In a couple short weeks my boy had gone from a shy, inexperienced teen to a lecherous lover. I shouldn’t have been the least bit proud of that, but I was.

“Fuck my ass while I make myself cum, baby. Fuck Mommy’s asshole! Help me cum!”

I twisted and writhed on the sofa as my orgasm seized control of every muscle. Gary rode out my full-body spasm expertly, never letting his finger come out of my butt. I dropped down onto the cushions with a happy sigh.

“Isn’t Valerie going to be mad if she finds out you’re cheating on her?”

“Maybe.” He eased his finger out of me. “But I’m not giving this up for anything.”

Again, I should have been worried by this statement, but I was feeling too good to give it much consideration – especially after my son mounted my leg, pressed his hard cock against my nylon-sheathed thigh, and began humping away like the horny puppy that he was. The load of cum he deposited on my pantyhose ruined them for sure, but it was worth it.

I was trying to muster up at least a little guilt as I sat at my desk in my tiny “office” and sorted out a senseless pile of invoices. Every time I told myself that I should be ashamed for what I was doing, the memory of how good it felt to masturbate while my son played with my asshole overtook my thoughts. I was never much into assplay before, but the idea of having my boy finger me back there, or even just showing off my asshole to him, gave me happy chills all over.

My fingers were absently tickling the inside of one of my knees as I fought the impulse to let them drift higher when a knock startled me. Tanya was standing in my doorway looking all young and sexy without even trying.

“There’s someone here to see you,” she said and headed back out to the front of the salon.

My heart just about stopped. No one ever comes to see me at work. It was the police. It had to be. Someone found out about what I was doing with Gary. They found the pictures on his cell phone. Stupid me! Or he said something to the wrong person. Oh God, Valerie. She told her parents what happened and they called the cops. How could I be such an idiot?

I tried to calm myself and prepared my denial of all wrong-doing as I passed through the backroom to the main floor of the salon. When I arrived at the reception desk I just about passed out from relief when instead of seeing two stern FBI agents I saw Valerie standing there just as cute as can be.

She perked up when she spotted me. “Hi, Jo…Mrs. Harden.”

“Hi, Valerie. Is everything all right?”

“I’m sorry to bother you at work and I’ll go if it’s a problem but I wanted to talk to you about something.” Her words came in a rush. “You know what? This was a bad idea. I’m just going to go.”

“No, hold on. You came all the way down here for something. I can take a break. C’mon out back.”

We went through the backroom and out through the rear door. We had a little picnic table out there and the two of us sat side-by-side on one of the benches.

“I love that outfit,” I complimented her, meaning it. I adored having a son, but I always wondered what it would be like to have a daughter to dress and go shopping with.

“Thanks.” She looked around nervously. “So, um…”

“If this is about what happened the other day, let me start by saying that I’m sorry. I realize that I got more involved than I should have, and I feel bad about that.” Could she tell I wasn’t being entirely honest about that?

“Yeah…it was all pretty weird at first. But then I thought about it and I’m okay with everything. I wish my mom could be more like you. She’s super uptight and hates anything to do with sex.”

“I was kind of like that once, too. But Gary and I have become a lot closer since we’ve been on our own, I guess you could say.”

“It’s awesome that you guys can be like that.”

I had no idea if she had any idea of just how close my son and I had really become over the past weeks. I didn’t want to ask and reveal more than what I already had.

“But there’s something on your mind?” I prodded.

“Oh, yeah, right. It’s kind of embarrassing, but I don’t really have anyone else to talk to about it.” She took deep breath and screwed up her resolve before she continued. “That was my first time the other day, obviously. I only ever made out before, and once I let a guy touch my chest. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, but Gary started kissing me and grinding up on me and all of the sudden I wanted to have sex with him right there on the spot. I’ve never been like that before.”

“I know the feeling,” I said, picturing the bulge in Gary’s pants as he was making out with this little hussy.

“So, we did it, obviously, but…”

“But?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it felt great – all four times – but I don’t think I had ‘it,’ you know?”

“It?”

“The big-O.”

“Oh, an orgasm.” I enjoyed seeing the blush coloring her mocha cheeks a shade darker. “Don’t worry about that, honey, you were probably nervous because it was your first time. Next time just relax and try to put your mind in the same place it is when you masturbate.”

She looked chagrined. “Ah…I’ve never actually done that before.”

I didn’t think she was serious at first, then it became clear that she wasn’t joking.

“You’ve never masturbated? So, you mean you’ve never had an orgasm at all?”

She shrugged helplessly.

“Oh, you poor dear.” I put a consoling hand on her knee.

“I mean, everything felt good, but I guess I just don’t know how.” She looked down and lowered her voice slightly. “I think I might have been close when you had your fingers in there.”

“I was only trying to help,” I lied weakly.

“But what I was thinking is if you could maybe teach me how to have one? You obviously have a lot of experience, and you’re cool about stuff like this, so I was just hoping…”

I checked my watch. “I don’t know, honey. It’s not an easy thing to explain in a few minutes.” My heart melted when she looked at me with those big, brown eyes full of pleading desperation. “But maybe instead of explaining I could show you.”

“Show me?”

The words had come out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to exercise its veto powers.

“Gary is spending this weekend with his no-good father. I’ll have the apartment to myself. If you want to stop by, maybe I can show you a trick or two that will help.”

Did I really just offer to teach my son’s girlfriend how to cum? I had to be insane.

“You’d do that for me?” Her face instantly brightened. “That would be da bomb, Mrs. Harden!”

“And we don’t need to tell Gary about this, right? Or anyone, for that matter.”

She zipped her fingers across her lips. “Do I need to bring anything special?”

“Just what’s between those sexy legs of yours.”

She stood and patted the front of her jeans. “I don’t leave home without it!” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Her perfume smelled like candy. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Thanks!”

With that she took off. I watched her tight little ass until it disappeared around the corner of the building. What the fuck had I just gotten myself into? It was only Thursday: I had time to get myself out of this. Somehow I knew that I not only wouldn’t, but that I was actually looking forward to the upcoming lesson more than I was willing to admit.

At least I had found something I could legitimately feel guilty about for the rest of the day.

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 15
by DirtyMindedMom

I lay awake: tired, but unable to sleep. My mind was filled with worries, images, desires, and fears. I played over Valerie’s visit at my job earlier that day. It was hard to wrap my mind around the surreal fact that my son’s girlfriend had asked me for advice about having an orgasm. Did I handle it the right way? Of course I didn’t. I knew better than that, but even though I was sure it was wrong in general, was it right for me? I attempted to distract myself from that question with thoughts of my handsome son Gary.

He wasn’t in the apartment when I arrived home earlier that day. After getting naked, I went to his room and did a little snooping. I couldn’t help noticing the three used condoms from the other afternoon in his wastebasket. Each spent prophylactic was pregnant with my boy’s expended semen. I was disgusted with myself for having the urge to play with the rancid contents.

There were a couple of pairs of my dirty panties tucked under his pillow. Good thing his girlfriend didn’t find those while she was in here losing her virginity. Both pairs were crusted with dried cum. I held them to my nose and breathed in the combined stink of our fermented sex juices.

I lifted the lid of his laptop with the thought of checking out some of his porn, but I didn’t know his password. I tried a few possibilities, but my hacking skills failed to gain me access. I went back to my room and put on a pair of shorts. I was ruffling around looking for a clean top to throw on, then decided I was fine as is. I was halfway through making dinner when Gary got home. He was happy to see me parading around with my tits out and gave me a big hug to show it.

I didn’t want to say anything, but I was kind of hoping he’d grab one of my boobs somewhere along the way. He’d touched my pussy and asshole, but we hadn’t done anything much in the chest area. Strange how that worked out.

“Me and Valerie walked to the mall,” he told me as he tossed his backpack and clothes into his room, leaving only his boxers on. I loved being able to see the impression of his dick flopping around loosely just beneath the thin fabric of his underwear. “I was going to text you, but my phone died.”

“Did Vaerie’s phone die, too?”

“Oops, didn’t really think of that. Sorry…” He came up close behind me, reached around and grabbed a piece of carrot that I was chopping and began munching. His bare chest pressed against my shoulder and his dangling cock grazed my hip. “Your tits look great today, Mom.”

“They look great every day,” I countered.

“Ha, true, but I can’t always see them.” He tickled his fingers lightly down my bare back and my nipples responded instantly. It took almost no effort for my son to get my juices flowing. “You should just be naked all the time.” His fingers reached the waistband of my shorts and kept going. He ended up pulling them down until they fell to my ankles.

“Hey, don’t get fresh, young man. I’m trying to cook dinner.”

“So? I’m not stopping you.”

He reached around and took one of the peeled carrots that was waiting to get chopped up. I assumed he was going to eat that one, too, but then I felt something cold running down the length of my ass crack.

“What are you doing back there?”

“Nothing.”

The tip of the carrot slid down between my legs near my opening. Before I could protest, Gary was sliding the vegetable for tonight’s meal up into my pussy. I let out a sharp breath, surprised by his boldness. Surprised, and more than a little turned on by his perverse creativity.

“Sweetie, don’t…” I couldn’t finish forming the sentence.

“Don’t what?” He pulled the carrot back and inserted it again, this time with a tantalizing turn.

“Don’t…fuck my pussy like that…”

“Like this?”

“Yes…” the knife dropped out of my grip and I leaned forward on the counter. “Just like that…”

After a few more strokes, his wetted finger wiggled between my cheeks and found my asshole. He inserted just the tip as he continued to food-fuck me.

“How about like this?”

“You have no idea how fucking good that feels,” I panted and began working my clit from the front. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy’s pussy just like that.”

And just like that, I came. It was as much from saying those words out loud as what was being done to me. My legs shuddered and my knees buckled. Gary continued to slide the makeshift dildo in and out of me a few more times until my spasms calmed to stillness.

He slipped the carrot out of my cunt. I heard the sharp crunch of him taking a bite.

“Dang, Mom, you make the best salad dressing.” He walked away, leaving me bent over the counter with pussy juice running down my thighs.

I was even more wide awake after recalling every detail of our evening together. How we ate dinner together naked. How he had a boner throughout the meal, and him getting a big kick out of me getting butter all over one of my nipples as I reached for the salt. How he ended up jacking off at the table as he watched me clear the dishes and wash them in the nude.

After our decadent dinner, we then assumed our usual positions on the sofa and watched a little TV in between watching each other masturbate. I tried not to think about how much I was going to miss him when he left the next morning to spend two days with his idiot father.

By this time I’d given up on falling asleep. I threw my blanket off and toyed with my clit. You’d think after half a dozen orgasms I’d be satisfied. My pussy was feeling sore, but not enough to dissuade me from playing with it. I couldn’t get the image of my son’s cock out of my mind. I was afraid that I was becoming obsessed.

Moments later I found myself standing in his open doorway gazing in at his sleeping body. The sheets were tangled around his legs, but he was otherwise naked. His adorable butt was facing me. I crept closer wanting to get a glimpse of his penis. I leaned over him and saw it there all soft and sexy.

I sat on his mattress and lightly stroked his smooth ass cheek. This prompted him to roll onto his back. I froze and prepared myself for the embarrassment of being caught in the middle of my naked midnight visit. He remained asleep, so I was safe for the moment. I resolved to stand up and go back to my own bed. I was being silly. I was going to leave after one more look at his cock.

His balls were relaxed and hanging loosely between his thighs. His shaft was limp, but held the promise of power even in its wilted state. It was slumped to the left in a graceful curve, crowned by the most inviting cockhead I’d ever encountered. Every time I saw it, I wanted to feel it in my mouth.

I imagined wetting it first with my tongue, circling around the entire circumference. Then the silky touch of it against my lips. I’d kiss the tip of my son’s penis so tenderly it would make his whole body shiver. No other woman could ever love his cock the way that I would. Maybe I could get away with just one little kiss.

Pulling my hair back, I ducked my head down and touched my lips to his cockhead. Every nerve in my body became instantly electrified. I kissed it once more, and another wave coursed through me. How could anything possibly feel that good?

Without intending to, I took the head of my son’s cock into my mouth. Just for a quick second, I promised myself. The first second passed, then a few more. I sucked his penis lightly, exploring the cleft of his piss hole with my tongue. I ventured lower, feeling the delicate delta that flares out slightly at the bottom edge of his cap. My lips held in a circle around the topmost part of his shaft just beyond the soft ridge of his corona. It was better than I’d dreamt it might be.

I felt him getting hard, and I reminded myself that I needed to stop before I woke him. His skin tasted fresh and clean. I could smell unique scent his sweat takes on when it’s in his crotch. It’s different from the odor of his armpits and elsewhere on his body. That smell will forever define the essence of sex for me. I took him deeper into my mouth, letting my lips glide along the increasingly solid thickness of his shaft.

“Mom?” His voice was gravelly with sleep. “That you?”

“Everything’s fine, sweetie,” I whispered, upset with myself for pushing things too far yet again. “Go back to sleep.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” I lied foolishly. “Just checking in on you.”

“Were you…” His groping hand found my knee. His hand slid up my thigh far enough to confirm I wasn’t wearing panties. “Were you sucking me?”

“You should be asleep, baby. Close your eyes now.” I kept my voice soft and soothing, hoping to lull him back into slumber. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try.

His fingers found one of my breasts. He fiddled with my erect nipple, stroking it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Shhh.” I remained perfectly still. After a few moments his eyes were closed and his hand fell onto my lap. He was out. I gingerly moved his hand and stood up.

I only made it a few tip-toed steps toward the door before I turned to get one last look for the night. His cock was still hard, the head shining wetly in the dim light coming through his window. I’d always been a fan of the male member, but I never wanted one as badly as I wanted that one. Instead of returning to my room to finish myself off, I dropped to my knees right there.

I stared hungrily at my son’s erect cock and began fingering myself. I’d actually had it in my mouth. It wasn’t much more than a few seconds, but I’d done it. It felt like a privilege I didn’t deserve. How could I stoop to such a thing as violating my boy while he slept? I was becoming some kind of monster. My fingers plunged in and out of my cunt, making a sloppy wet noise. I grabbed one of my tits – the one Gary had been playing with – and twisted my nipple with a certain degree of cruelty. I meant it to be a kind of punishment for my bad behavior, but even that felt good to me.

It wasn’t long before I was cumming once again while remaining fixated on my son’s hard-on. Even though I hadn’t fully come to terms with it, I’d acknowledged early on that I wanted to fuck him. As my orgasm sent my body into convulsions there on my son’s bedroom floor that night, I became certain that one day soon I would make that wicked desire a reality. I hated myself for letting it come to that, but the inevitability of it was somehow freeing. It didn’t matter if I felt guilty, or if I tried to resist, it was going to happen regardless. All that was left for me was to accept it when the time came.

I circled my fingertip around my hyper-aroused clit. Within seconds I was clamping my jaw tight and silently quivering my way through another intense orgasm as I envisioned that beautiful cock sliding into my open pussy. I was too relaxed after that to worry about things further. I crept back to my bed and spent the remainder of the night having a series of disjointed sex dreams. Despite not being a very restful night, it was nonetheless a pleasant one.

“I was having the weirdest dreams last night,” Gary told me the next morning as we did our daily dance in the bathroom. His morning wood hadn’t dissipated after his first piss of the day like it usually did.

“Me too,” I responded casually. “Must’ve been something in those carrots.”

He chuckled as he watched me step into the shower. I was just getting soaped up when the shower curtain was pulled back. At first I thought he was going to get in and take a shower with me – an idea that I wasn’t at all opposed to – but instead he just stood there looking at me and stroking his cock. I took my cue and continued soaping my body. He watched with lecherous delight as I made sure my tits were good and clean before I turned and began washing my ass. I was only halfway through scrubbing my pussy before he launched a nice big load at me. What a waste, I thought as I watched his cum swirl down the drain.

An hour later a horn beeped in the street and Gary went down to get in the car with his a-hole father. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips before he left. I almost did a good job of not letting him see me cry. I was being stupid. He’d be back the following night. Nothing to get so worked up over.

I distracted myself with housework. As I was getting ready to take a basket of laundry down to the basement, I plucked out a pair of Gary’s dirty boxers and left them on my bed. I might need those later that night. I was folding clean clothes in front of the TV later when there came a light knock at the door. Was he home already? Maybe he and his father had an argument! It was awful for me to be so excited about such a possibility.

I opened the door and was brought up short. Valerie was standing there looking cuter than ever, flashing those big, brown eyes at me. How could I have forgotten? I’d promised to help her learn to have an orgasm. I hadn’t even given it any thought. What was I going to do?

“Oh! Hi, Valerie. I…” The eager look on her face kept me from postponing our lesson as I was intending to. “I wasn’t expecting you yet.”

“Sorry.” She looked down at her feet shyly. “I came a little early. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we talked the other day.”

“Well, come on in.”

I made a pot of tea while we exchanged awkward small talk. After we’d exhausted the very few topics we had to divert ourselves with, I got down to business.

“So, you want me to tell you how to have an orgasm.”

“Actually,” she fiddled nervously with her tea cup, “you kind of said you would show me.”

“Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?” Boy, I really knew how to dig myself into a hole. “Before we go any further, I want to make sure you’re absolutely certain this is what you want.”

Her eyes flitted to the hint of cleavage showing at the v-neck I was wearing, then up to my face. Valerie was trying to contain a much bigger smile as she nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay, then. First things first, we should probably get naked.”

Her big smile broke free and she immediately began unbuttoning her top.

“Um, maybe the bedroom would be better than here in the kitchen?” I proposed.

“Oh, duh, yeah, of course.” She stood up flustered but excited. “Gary’s or yours?”

“Take your pick.”

I followed her to my bedroom as she shed her blouse along the way, exposing the most delicious lavender bra only a girl her age could pull off.

My God, I thought as I watched her set loose those gravity-defying tits of hers, what had I gotten myself into this time…?

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Chapter 16 >>

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