Open Door Policy 10-12

Open Door Policy, Ch. 10
by DirtyMindedMom

I felt like a kid again. Not in the sense that I was experiencing those magical feelings that came along with unraveling the mysteries of sex for the first time, but more that I was doing something forbidden and it felt too good to not do it in spite of the fear. That was what I was thinking as I sat naked on the toilet having a leisurely morning pee while I watched my son step out of the shower and begin toweling himself dry.

“God, you have a beautiful cock,” I said out loud, unable to keep the observation to myself.

Gary smiled proudly. “Aren’t they all pretty much the same?”

“Variations on a theme, yes,” I wiped my pussy with some tissue and flushed without standing up, unable to take my eyes off of his manly tool. “But some are better than others. You got a real winner there, baby cakes.”

“Thanks, Mom.” He tried to act cool rather than bashful as his cock began to rise.

“Oops. Didn’t mean to get you going.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “You’re sitting there looking all hot and naked and I’m not supposed to get a boner?”

“Stop it,” I said, feigning embarrassment. “My hair’s a mess and I haven’t even put my face on yet.”

“C’mon, Mom, you know your tits are just as gorgeous with or without makeup.” He eyed me hungrily as I soaked up the compliment. “But now that you got me hard, are you going to let me jerk off on you?”

“I don’t know, honey,” I parted my legs without thinking, “you’ll be late for school, and I have to get ready for work.”

“If I promise to be quick?”

“Fine, you little horndog, make it fast.” I leaned back against the toilet tank and spread my legs even wider. My hands naturally moved up to caress my tits.

Gary stepped closer, standing between my open knees. He gripped his erection and began jacking fast. God, I loved that sound. The fleshy slap of skin on skin, the desperate rhythm, the barely audible snick of wetness that came when the pre-cum began to seep from his tiny slit. The temptation rose up in me once again; dark tendrils of desire that snaked through my body, urging me to take this thing between me and my son to the next level. Surprisingly, jerking off with him was providing some of most erotic sexual encounters I’d ever had in my fourty-one years, but I could only imagine what amazing realms of pleasure remained to be explored with my boy.

“That’s it, make that beautiful cock cum for Mommy,” I encouraged, squeezing my tits together. I ducked my head down and licked each of my nipples knowing how much he liked that. He moaned with appreciation. That should speed things along.

“Fuck, Mom…this is so awesome…”

I wanted to say screw school and work and stay home playing naked games with him all day, but I knew I couldn’t. We really were going to be late if he didn’t hurry up. Without thinking, I reached up and cupped his violently swaying balls, capturing them in mid swing. I should have let go as soon as I realized what I had done, but they were so warm and soft. I fondled him in the palm of my hand, gently massaging the firmness of his fertile testicles.

“Oh, Mom…” he moaned and moments later began dousing my tits with several thick spurts of fresh sperm. The moment his warm cream hit my skin it enlivened every nerve in my body. There was no question in my mind that I’d ever get tired of feeling my son cumming on me.

“There you go, sweetie.” I released his loose-hanging balls regretfully. “Now go get dressed and grab something quick to eat.”

“Okay.” He didn’t move right away. When he did, it was toward me not away. I had a moment of panic – what was he doing? He touched the tip of his cock against a dry spot at the side of one of my breasts. He flicked his penis sideways, wiping off the residual cum that was drooling from his pee hole, then stepped away. “Thanks, Mom.”

I watched the taut muscles of his naked ass as he left, knowing I should be upset that my son had just used me like his own personal cum rag, but instead I was feeling like he’d bestowed a wonderful gift on me. My clit was pulsing insistently and I wanted to do nothing more that beat off right there on the toilet like a mad woman, but I really did have to get ready.

I turned on the shower. While I waited for the hot water to start flowing, I stood in front of the small mirror above the sink and watched myself lick my son’s jism from the tops of my tits. I didn’t care if he could see me from his bedroom; I almost wanted him to see me. Once I’d lapped up all I could reach, I jumped in the shower and began soaping up. After only ten seconds I abandoned the pretense of washing myself and instead focused on fucking myself. I was so keyed up that it didn’t take me more than a minute to cum, and only half a minute to cum again. I rinsed off and rushed through the rest of my morning routine.

When I got to the kitchen, Gary had an egg on toast sandwich waiting for me. If only my jag-off of a husband had been half as thoughtful as his son maybe we wouldn’t have been getting a divorce. I grabbed the sandwich and we hurried to the car.

“Sounded like you really enjoyed your shower this morning,” Gary teased.

“Hey, not every boy is lucky enough to hear his mother masturbating in the shower to a screaming orgasm before school.”

“My dick is going to be hard all day thinking about it.”

“Don’t let little Miss Valerie Rios see it. We don’t want to scare her off.”

“We? Geez, Mom, it sounds like you want to do her as much as I do.”

“No, I…um…” Wow, I think maybe he was right. “I’m just trying to help you get laid, that’s all.”

We pulled up in front of the school, saving me from making more of a fool out of myself than I already had.

“Bye, Mom.” He leaned over to give me a kiss and planted one right on my lips. I was almost too stunned to notice his hand high up on my thigh. He gave my leg a squeeze and slipped out of the car before I regained my wits.

“Have a good day…” I murmured after the door had slammed shut. I sheepishly looked around to see if anyone had noticed our borderline inappropriate parting smooch, then quickly made my escape. Oh, that boy was going to get me into trouble.

All day at work I could feel my son’s phantom touch on my leg. Only a few more inches and his fingers would have been in my crotch, close enough to brush against my pussy. I had to go into the bathroom mid-morning and get a pad. I wasn’t getting my period, I just needed something to prevent me from having to work in wet panties all day. More than that, with my level of unabated arousal, I was sure I’d soak right through my slacks by lunchtime!

It was all I could do to keep myself from masturbating in the car on the commute home. I couldn’t wait to get naked and play with my pussy in front of my son.

I came through the door, dropped my purse and keys and was about to shimmy out of my pants when I heard Gary’s voice pipe up from the kitchen area.

“Hey, Mom, you’re home.” His voice sounded strange.

I turned and he was sitting at our wobbly second-hand dining table next to an adorable dark-haired girl with the biggest, sexiest eyes I’d ever seen.

“Hello?”

“Oh, yeah…Mom, this is Valerie. Valerie, my mom.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Valerie.” I straightened my belt to disguise the fact that I was actually about to strip down right there. “Gary, you didn’t mention you were having company over.”

“Sorry…it was kind of a last minute thing.”

“That was my fault, Mrs. Harden,” Valerie spoke up. “Gary invited me during homeroom, but I didn’t know until the end of the day if I’d be able to come over.”

“That’s fine, just try to let me know next time.”

Homework was spread out on the table, but it didn’t look like any actual work was getting done. Gary was clearly uncomfortable, not knowing what I might say. At least I hoped that was the reason and not the fact that my nipples were visibly poking up beneath my blouse.

“I’ll let you two get back to it.” It was only as I passed on my way to my bedroom that I noticed how much of Valerie’s cleavage was showing. Girls these days certainly weren’t shy about showing off what they had. And, from what I could see, this chick had quite a lot. No wonder my son was smitten with this little tart.

I closed my bedroom door and tried to deny what I was feeling. Yes, I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to do what I’d been dreaming about all day, but that wasn’t the problem. The feeling I was worried about was the jealousy. It was stupid and silly and absolutely the wrong way to react to this situation. I should be happy that Gary had found someone he liked and who was apparently interested enough to come home with him under the pretense of studying. I listened at the door to see if I could hear what they were up to. I couldn’t make out the words, but there was a lot of laughing and giggling going on. They definitely weren’t doing homework, but it didn’t sound like there was anything physical going on. That was something, at least.

About half an hour later Gary called out, “I’m walking Valerie to the bus!”

“Okay, be careful!” I answered, then winced. I didn’t want to sound like I was treating him like a baby in front of a girl he was trying to impress.

“It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Harden!”

I opened my door and poked my head out. “You, too, Valerie. You’re welcome to come over any time if it means Gary actually gets his homework done for a change.”

“Okay, bye.” She waved as she turned to head out, giving me a glimpse of a killer booty in jeans that were tighter than tight.

Once they were gone I changed into some comfy clothes and got dinner started. Gary was back forty-five minutes later all smiles and sunshine. He cleaned up his school stuff from the table humming to himself. I noticed him looking at me funny.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “You’re just wearing more clothes than you have been lately.”

“I was feeling a bit chilly,” I lied.

“No biggie.” He came over and gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’m going to my room and jerk off.”

“Over Valerie, I suppose?”

He just smiled, shot me a wink, and turned the corner to his bedroom. The little brat. I reminded myself again that it was foolish for me to be jealous, and that it was a good thing that he was on his way to getting his first real girlfriend.

I heard that familiar flesh-on-flesh slapping sound and forced myself to stay in the kitchen and finish cooking. I waited with rapt anticipation until I heard the sounds I knew he made when he came. There, I’d managed to leave him be and resisted giving in to temptation. As I set the table, I heard that slapping sound start up again.

Give me a friggin’ break!

I wanted to yell at him to close his door so I couldn’t hear what he was doing, but I wasn’t willing to put our open door policy in jeopardy. There were too many benefits to spoil it all over this. I waited with clenched jaw until I heard him grunt his way through blowing his second load, then called out that dinner was ready.

There was some innocuous chit-chat as we ate, then we watched some TV. His dick stayed in his shorts, my pussy remained under wraps. There was a tension in the air, a slight awkwardness, but I didn’t know if he was feeling it or if it was just me.

As I lay down to go to sleep, I heard him start up again in his room. I wanted to finger myself, but I didn’t. I had determined that I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me cum that night. I knew it was a petty, passive-aggressive attempt to let Gary know how I was feeling, but all I was doing was punishing myself. He probably didn’t even notice.

I waited in the dark for the telltale sounds of his climax, but everything went still before he finished. A minute later I heard the floor outside my threshold squeak.

“Mom? Something’s wrong.”

The worried sound in his voice superseded all my trifling thoughts.

“What is it, sweetie?”

“My dick hurts.”

I flipped on my bedside lamp and saw him standing there naked with that beautiful hard-on of his pointing straight at me.

“Come here and let me take a look.” I carefully inspected my son’s penis and knew right away what the problem was. “Don’t worry, Mommy is going to make it all better. Can you hand me that bottle of lotion there on my dresser?”

Oh, yes, Mommy was going to make it all better indeed…

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 11
by DirtyMindedMom

I sat on the edge of my mattress and lightly ran my fingers along the underside of my son’s erect penis. It felt almost hot to the touch. Soft, and yet so very rigid. It was pulsing in a way that I could not only see, but also feel. I wanted to cradle it, hug it to my cheek, kiss it and make it all better.

Gary had come to my door as I was trying to fall asleep complaining that his “dick hurt.” Upon a close inspection I was able to tell right away what the problem was. Even so, I continued to examine him a little longer than necessary just to be sure.

“Can you hand me that bottle of lotion there on my dresser?” I requested. Gary retrieved the body cream I normally used on my legs after a shower. “You’ve got quite a bit of chafing here, young man.”

“Oh?” He wasn’t really listening. Instead, he was distracted by watching me squeeze a big dollop of lotion into my palm. It was as if he couldn’t let himself dare to believe what might be about to happen.

“You’ve been jerking off an awful lot lately,” I put the bottle of lotion aside, “which I’ve been enjoying very much. But I’ve noticed you always do it dry.”

“Uh huh. That’s how I always do it.”

“That’s fine, but with the increase in your daily masturbation activities, you’ll need to start using lubrication at least every once in a while.”

I smeared the cream along the length of his erection. His knees gave a little as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and liberally spread the lotion up and down its length.

“How does that feel?”

“Cool…as in cold…but also, like…totally cool.” He fell silent as he watched me gently stroke his cock under the pretense of taking care of his boo-boo.

I could have let him put it on himself – that’s what a normal mother would do, but I guess I wasn’t so normal anymore. What would my friends at the club think if they knew I was sitting here in this rundown shithole of an apartment rubbing my son’s hard dick? That was a stupid question. They’d be horrified. They’d never speak to me again. They’d call me desperate and pathetic and a monster behind my back. And maybe they’d be right. But all I knew is that I felt more alive, and fulfilled, and satisfied than I had in all the years I’d been a proper wife and mother. I knew this was bad, but at the same time it was oh so good.

“The skin of your penis is very sensitive,” I explained softly. “You have to take good care of it.” I began moving my hand faster. I was no longer tending to my son’s ouchie, I was officially giving him a handjob. “We don’t want anything bad to happen to this beautiful cock of yours. Mommy wants you to take good care of it.”

“Please don’t stop, Mom. That feels so good.”

I had no intention of stopping, but it was nice to hear that he wanted it too. Not that I was surprised. He’d probably been wanting me to touch him like this since we first started listening to each other get off. I was certainly dying for an excuse to get my hands on him. We had ourselves a perfect win-win situation here.

“Am I going to make you cum?” I asked, knowing the answer was obvious.

“Yes…Oh, God…yes…”

“In that case, I don’t want to get anything on my robe. Can you give me a hand?” I motioned with my shoulder.

It took him a second, but he got the gist quick enough. He reached out with a shaking hand and pushed the silky fabric off my shoulder. He then did the same with the other side. With a shrug and a shake, the robe was out of the way enough to leave my breasts on display. My nipples were standing up hard and stiff. I could see Gary practically drooling at the sight of how excited I was.

“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned. “I’ll never get over how friggin’ hot you are. Your tits are so perfect.”

I knew for a fact that they weren’t perfect, but I wasn’t about to reject the compliment. I adjusted my grip and continued pumping his cock in my fist. I became more conscious of how my boobs were bouncing in time with my jacking efforts. Sex had become a stale routine with my husband years ago – the tepid orgasms barely worth the energy – but with my son, the simplest acts had become the height of erotic delight. I couldn’t remember the last time giving a handjob had been this exciting for me.

“I take good care of my tits,” I said without missing a beat. “Just like I’m going to help you take good care of your cock from now on. Mommy’s going to take excellent care of her baby’s big, handsome cock.” With that I sat up straighter, thrust my chest out and pulled his cock down enough for me to rub the greased head against one of my erect nipples.

It was only a matter of seconds before my son tried to warn me.

“Shit, Mom! I’m gonna…ugggghhhh!”

Cum sprayed in all directions. I had his dick sunk well into my pillowy left breast when he went off. I leaned back and jerked the rest of his jizz onto my chest and other tit. I should have directed the last of his orgasm into my mouth, but I’d thought of it too late. Besides, I’d crossed enough lines for one night; no need to rush things. I wanted to enjoy each stage of this journey for as long as I could before going any further. Sure, I could probably have thrown him down on the bed right then, mounted him and fucked his brains out, but I didn’t want to deny myself the pleasure of the anticipation. There was a lot to be said for taking things slow. Besides, even if things never went beyond what we had already done, that would be okay with me.

I leaned back on the mattress and let Gary see the mess he made on me. He gawked at my semen-coated tits with a goofy grin, shuddering his way through a full-body aftershock as he did. This time I didn’t bother waiting until he left. I hefted one of my spunk-flavored titties and began licking up all the cum I could reach.

“Whoa…Mom…?”

“I told you how I like the way it feels when you cum on me.” I began slurping up the jizz on my other tit. “Well, I forgot mention how much I like the taste of your cum, too.”

“Seriously?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I lapped up a big gob of semen, held my tongue out to make sure he saw it, drew it into my mouth and swallowed. When I stuck my tongue out again, he was convinced.

“That’s got to be the sexiest thing I’ll ever see in my whole life,” he muttered as he watched me lick up the last few remnants.

“You’re still young, sonny boy,” I told him with a wink, before falling back on my mattress and spreading my legs. “You have no idea what you might see down the road.”

I pulled my panties aside and began frigging myself without any preamble. With the taste of my son’s sperm still fresh in my mouth, I made myself cum in no time at all while he stood there and watched. If the neighbors had been asleep, they were awake by the time I was finished.

“Alright, sweetie,” I panted when my senses had mostly returned. “Does your dick feel better now?”

“Way better.”

“Good. Then let’s get to sleep before you do something to hurt it again.”

He looked like he wanted to give me a goodnight kiss, and I wanted to give him one back, but I knew that if I did it would lead to something more. I wasn’t ready to let that happen, so I put my foot on his hip and gave him a gentle push.

“G’night, sexy boy.”

He paused to make sure I really meant it.

“Night, Mom. Love you.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart.”

He paused at the door. “I’ll see you in the morning…in the shower.”

“Get to bed, you little horndog!”

The next day I stopped by the pharmacy during my lunch break. I picked up a big thing of lotion for Gary to make sure he kept his cock from getting rubbed raw again. As I passed by the display, I decided on an impulse to grab him a 12-pack of condoms. I figured if things worked out with this Valerie chick that he’d be needing them. And even if things didn’t work out with her, I had a feeling he might still need them. There was no way I was going back on birth control at my age. And, as long as it was right there, I decided to snag a tube of “personal” lubricant. Who knew when that could come in handy?

When I was younger, making a set of purchases like that would have embarrassed the crap out of me. As it turned out, it was the 20-something girl at the register who seemed uncomfortable about my particular selection of products. If she only knew I was buying them for my 16-year-old son! Maybe I should’ve thrown in a few dirty magazines for good measure.

I got home and found Gary jerking off to computer porn in his bedroom, the door left wide open. A pair of my used panties were draped across the lower part of his face. He tugged them down to reveal a big smile as he watched me come in and set the items I bought for him next to his bed. He held his dry hand out, palm up. I opened the lotion and splurted some into his hand, then watched as he smeared in onto his hard cock. He resumed jacking, making a squelching sound with each stroke.

“Better?”

“Way better,” he confirmed.

“Want me to leave you alone so you can finish with your porn?” I suggestively reached for the zipper at the side of my skirt. “Or…”

“Or,” he answered emphatically. “Definitely, or!”

I lowered the zipper slowly and wiggled my hips until my skirt dropped. I kicked it aside and worked open each button of my blouse at a deliberately measured rate. He pushed his laptop off to the side and watched me intently, slowing his stroke to match my leisurely pace. I let my blouse fall away and squeezed my breasts through my plain white, work-a-day bra. His eyes bulged along with my cleavage.

My hands slid seductively down my bare sides, and I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pantyhose ready to peel them off. That’s when Gary sat up suddenly.

“Wait!” He bit his lower lip in that cute way he did when he was embarrassed to say something. “Um…could you maybe leave those on for another minute?”

I wasn’t expecting that. “Sure, honey. How about my bra? On or off?”

“Off, for sure.”

“Good,” I giggled as I unclasped it and set my boobs free. “They were dying to come out and get some air.” I jiggled my tits with both my hands now that they’d been released from solitary confinement.

I didn’t quite know what to do with myself as my son settled back down and let his eyes roam over me admiringly. I put my hands on my hips, and cocked my butt a little to the side. Even though I had on a low pair of heels, my feet were tired after a long day. I left the shoes on, however, knowing they were making my legs and ass look slightly better as I stood in my awkward pose.

Gary worked his cock and looked adorable doing it. After a few moments he reached out his free hand and touched my shin, running his fingertips down to just above my ankles. He pulled his hand away and looked up at me guiltily.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“That’s okay, sweetie. You can touch Mommy’s legs if you like.” I stepped closer to make it easy for him.

He reached out again, more sure this time. His hand slid around to my calf and he felt up to behind my knee. I’d never been so turned on by someone touching me like that before.

“I like the way your nylons feel,” he said in a shy whisper. “I like how they look, too.”

“Sunkissed nude,” I said to let him know the shade I was wearing. I had no idea he’d ever noticed my legs, much less my pantyhose.

“Nice.” He was mesmerized by his explorations.

His hand moved to my other leg and brushed lightly along my calf. Gary’s soft touch hesitated at the level of my knee, then ventured a bit higher. My pussy clenched when he crossed that threshold. My whole body was alive with tingling anticipation. My mouth watered as I watched the head of his cock rhythmically disappear in his fist only to pop out again seconds later.

My son’s fingers played up the outside of my thigh, reaching only the halfway point before dropping back down to safer territory. He was being so delicate, so attentive, like he was trying to feel every nuance of the sheer fabric stretched tight over my flesh. His hand moved up the outside of my other thigh, getting closer to my hip than he had dared on the first try.

I wanted to say something, or make some noise to let him know how good what he was doing felt for me. But I stayed quiet. I let him remain lost in his moment of discovery.

He tickled the inside of one of my knees. His fingers danced higher. He cupped my inner thigh. It was only a few inches above my knee, but the intimacy of his hand being there was almost too much for me to take. I felt myself swaying, my legs weakening with desire.

“So soft,” he said under his breath, his eyelids fluttering. He was fighting not to slip into a dream world, trying to stay grounded in the improbable reality he found himself in.

My son rubbed his hand around my leg, then up and down. He stroked me again like this, and again; his hand rising a little higher with each pass. He was testing me, wondering how far he could go before I stopped him. His hand came up, nearly reaching the gusset of my panty hose. I realized I’d been holding my breath for the past minute.

I silently exhaled and waited expectantly. I felt his hand glide up the inside of my thigh until it gently bumped into my crotch. I might have let out the tiniest of gasps when that happened. His touch hovered near my knee for a few seconds before making another foray upward. This time his touch didn’t drop right away. The edge of his hand pressed up against me, his fingers caressing the last bit of thigh at the spot where it became something else. I tried to stay still, but the instinct to open my legs just a little more was too strong to resist.

Gary instantly read the signal I was giving him. Even as I doubted myself for sending that signal, his fingers traveled tentatively across the cotton vent between my legs. Could he feel how moist it was there? I involuntarily lowered my hips, pressing myself against his touch. He took the cue and pressed his hand against my crotch. He was no longer being tentative about it, but from the look on his face he was expecting me to slap his hand away at any moment. Instead, I left him to do as he pleased.

His hand worked in a tight circle. The pressure translated through the thin material of my sunkissed nude panty hose directly to my pussy. Could he feel how hard my clit was? I wanted him to be able to feel it; to know how exciting this was for me. I clenched my jaw, not wanting to cry out and potentially spoil the moment. Gary continued working his fingers in my crotch, bringing me close to the edge. Just a few more moments like that was all it would take…

“Oh, Mom, fuuuuuck!” My son’s hips lifted off his mattress and a jet of white goo shot straight up out of his cock. His balls all but disappeared up inside his body as he jacked himself for all he was worth. More cum followed as his non-jerking had pushed firmly up against my hose-covered cunt. He kept beating his cock after he’d spewed all he had to give. With a gratified grunt he listed to the side and collapsed, his hand falling away from my heated crotch.

I was so close that I was tempted to reach down into my control top and finish myself. It would have only taken a few seconds. But something held me back. For one thing, I didn’t want to give up the tantalizing feeling of being on the verge of an orgasm, and for another, I was feeling embarrassed for letting my son do what he’d just done to me.

I gathered up my discarded clothes, very conscious of my boobs wobbling around freely as I did, and headed for the door. Gary didn’t say anything as I left, but when I glanced back I saw him sniffing his fingers. That was almost enough to make me cum without even touching myself.

I got changed into my comfy sweats and made dinner. No mention was made of our little escapade as we ate. The conversation centered around what was going on at school and ultimately what was going on with Little Miss Valerie. He was really taken with this girl. I did what I could to be supportive, knowing that heartbreak was somewhere in his not-too-distant future. The good news was that Mommy would be there to comfort him when it happened.

After dinner, Gary tackled his homework (i.e. played video games on his cell phone), while I worked out in the living room to one of my old exercise DVDs. Before we sat down to watch TV together, I changed into my slinky robe, tying it loose enough that the knot would work its way free on its own given a little time. My son joined me on the sofa in a baggy pair of boxers. Halfway through the first show his cock had found its way through the slit in the front of his underwear and he was toying with it in a relaxed, almost blasé, manner. I was absently running a thumb in lazy circles around one of my nipples when Gary broke the silence.

“Mom? I was thinking…”

“Yeah, you’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, haven’t you?”

“I guess,” he chuckled with a bashful grin. “Um, so I was thinking that since you rubbed my penis for me last night and made me cum, that maybe you might want me to rub yours for you to make it even.”

“Even, huh?” All I could do was shake my head at his ingenuity – couching the proposition such that it sounded like he’d be doing me a favor. “You already rubbed me earlier, or don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, well, that didn’t really count because you had your pantyhose on the whole time.” The hopeful note in his voice was transitioning into desperation. I decided not to torment him any more than I needed to.

“You have a point there.” I pulled the end of the sash that was ostensibly holding my robe closed. “Besides, I was doing some thinking myself. I’d hate for you to get to third base with Valerie and not know what to do once you’re there.”

“Which one is third base again?”

I turned to face my son, spread my legs and took his wrist. I guided his hand between my legs and pressed it against my naked pussy.

“This right here is third base, sweetie.” I couldn’t keep the breathiness out of my voice as I spoke. “You ready for some practice?”

His finger was inside me before I was finished asking the question. That was all the answer I needed!

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 12
by DirtyMindedMom

My son’s finger pushed deeper into my vagina. I must have been insane to let him do this with me, but it felt too good for me to stop what was happening. The simple truth of the matter was that Gary needed to learn how to handle a pussy properly, and I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life and needed to cum. We were both getting something out of this, even if it was deviant, sinful, and illegal.

“How does Mommy’s pussy feel?” I asked as I leaned back and relaxed, determined to let him explore between my legs at his own pace.

“Beyond amazing.” His face had never been so full of wonder and joy before, not even on the best Christmas morning of his life. “It’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched, and so warm…and wet.” He pulled his finger back, then slipped it in at a different angle, feeling around inside of me. “It’s like there’s all kinds of different stuff going on in there.”

“Can you imagine what it would feel like to put your cock in there?”

“Geez…” He looked up at me with a hopeful glint in his eye.

“Oh, no. Sorry, stud, but this pussy is off limits when it comes to your cock. Fingering your mother is one thing, but fucking her is totally off the menu.” I was trying to convince myself as much as I was him. I almost hoped he would disobey me and shove his prick into me as hard and fast as he could right there on the spot. Sadly, I raised him to do as he was told, and he ducked his gaze back down to my cunt to continue his investigations.

He drew his finger out slowly, then parted my hairy outer lips. He glanced up at me to see if this was alright. I answered him with an indulgent smile. Gary ran a finger along the length of my inner lips. He leaned in for a closer look and I could feel the warmth of his ragged breath on my pussy. Should I try to stop him if he tried to lick me? Would I be able to?

“Do you know where my clitoris is?” I asked in an attempt to distract myself from thrusting my pussy up into his face.

“Up here, right?” His finger snaked its way upward and grazed my button.

My body reacted immediately and I let out a happy squeak. “Yup, that’s it alright.”

“Wow, yeah, I can feel it.” His finger circled my nub. The sensation was maddeningly sublime. “Is it always kinda hard like this?”

“O-only when I’m…I’m excited,” I said. It was becoming difficult to form words.

“Then I guess it’s hard all the time,” he laughed.

I smacked him on the shoulder, but I couldn’t really argue with his taunt. “Be very gentle with a girl’s clit, they are extremely sensitive.”

“Like this?” His feathery touch teased the tip of my tiny erection with just the right amount of pressure.

“Exactly like that.” I was warm all over. “But not all pussies are the same. You’ll have to pay attention to her and figure out how she likes to be touched.” I couldn’t stop my hips from rotating to accentuate what my son was doing to me. “The best way to learn is to watch her masturbate and see how she touches herself.”

“I guess that makes me an expert on how to touch you, Mom.”

He meant it as a joke, but it was more true than he knew. I was speeding toward a fantastic climax.

“A guy who knows what he’s doing can play with a girl’s clit and finger fuck her at the same time. Some girls really get off on that.”

I spread my legs wider. He didn’t miss my hint, and moments later he once again had a finger in my snatch as he continued fiddling with my clitty. Heaven had nothing on this.

“Like this?”

“Some girls, especially the older ones, can take two or even three fingers.”

Gary, my sweet boy, added a second finger without having to be prompted further. After only a few pumps he went for a third finger. It was just enough for me to feel a bit of a stretch. Perfect.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you, Mom.”

“Don’t worry, honey, I’m doing just fine. Don’t forget, you came out of that hole you have your fingers in.” I immediately regretted saying that. The last thing I wanted to do when I was this close to getting off was freak him out by saying something weird.

“Whoa…I didn’t think about it like that before.” He twisted his fingers and pushed them in deeper. “That’s so friggin’ cool.”

But was it cool? Was it cool that I had simultaneous images in my mind of giving him a bath when he was an infant and lustfully watching him in the shower a few days ago? Was it cool that I had fond memories of how we’d put our palms together to measure how big his hand was compared to mine, and now those hands were working my pussy toward an orgasm? Was it cool that my most vivid memory was the moment this darling boy emerged from my pussy, and now all I wanted was for him to go back in there as a man? It couldn’t possibly be cool that the idea of my son’s cock pumping in and out of the birth canal that brought him into this world gives me the most carnal thrill I’ve ever known. I was a monster. A monster who was about to cum!

“Oh, Gary, that’s it! Just like that! Fuck Mommy’s pussy. Work that clit, baby, work it harder. Yes! Oh, sweet fuck, yes! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it, fuck it, fuckit, fuckitfuckitfuckit! Uuuhhhggggnnn…fuuuck!”

My body surged up off the sofa. I wanted his whole hand inside me; I wanted his whole body inside me. I’d been brought off with a handjob before, but it never felt like that. The fact that it was my son, and that it was so clearly wrong, made it one of the most powerful orgasms I could remember. At the same time, nothing felt out of place at that moment. How could anything be more right than this? Here was the person I loved more than anyone or anything in the entire world giving me the kind of pleasure no one else was capable of giving me. I could only pray it was that way for him as well.

“Holy shit, Mom, I gotta cum!” he announced as soon as my screams had subsided to mewling whimpers. He rose up, grabbed his straining erection, and began beating off. “I wanna cum on your pussy! Oh, shit!”

I gathered enough of my wits to part my lips for him. I quickly realized that he deserved more. I pulled my legs up so my knees were touching my shoulders and my feet were in the hair. I reached around the outsides of my thighs, planted my hands and spread everything I had all at once.

“There you go, honey. There’s Mommy’s asshole and cunt just for you. All for you, baby.”

“Oh, that’s good…so fuckin’ good!” His face was contorted with pained yearning. “I’m gonna cum!”

He lunged forward hips first. I had a moment of panic mixed with hope. When the head of his cock jammed against my clit, I was relieved and disappointed. As soon as his cum started spewing onto me, the disappointment instantly faded. He continued pumping his shaft as he dragged the tip of his cock down along the length of my pussy and pressed it against my asshole just in time to deliver his last spurt directly against my rear pucker.

I strained my neck to look down and see what kind of a mess he’d made. Gary sat back on his heels with a sigh of contentment. The two of us admired his handiwork, marveling at what a beautiful sight it was to see my pussy and ass frosted with his pearly semen like it was a perverse kind of icing. He held up his hands, doing the movie director thing and framing up the scene between my legs.

“Now that would make a good picture,” he quipped.

“Go get your phone,” I told him.

“Huh? Why?”

“Go get your phone so you can take a picture.”

“Seriously?”

“Hurry up before your cum runs and gets all over the sofa.”

He didn’t wait to be told again. I gleefully watched his ass as he ran to his room, and was even more delighted to see his bouncing hard-on when he came running back. He fumbled with his phone in nervous hands, trying to be quick before I regained my senses.

“Ready?” he asked, pointing his phone at me.

“Just make sure you can’t see my face.”

He nodded and snapped the picture. “Wait, let me get one more.” He leaned in and took another.

“Want one with my cunt spread open?”

“Yeah, sure!”

I spread my pussy wide enough that my gynecologist could have given me a thorough exam from the picture alone “You should get a close-up of Mommy’s asshole while you’re down there.”

He snapped a couple more from different angles. “Can I get some of your tits?”

“Might as well.” I let my legs down and presented my breasts. He took a few shots of my boobs in various poses, then leaned back and got a couple full body shots. I then pointed toward my purse. “Grab my phone so I can get some of that beautiful cock of yours.”

“You sure?”

“What’s good for the goose…”

He fetched my phone and I quickly brought up the camera function. Gary was obviously embarrassed posing his hard cock for me, but I didn’t care. I knew he was secretly loving every second of it.

“Geez, Mom, that’s like twenty pictures,” he whined.

“More like ten.” I leaned in to get a close-up. It was funny, I never want pictures of anyone else’s penis before, but I was jazzed about having photos of my son’s dick. “One more. Hold it up so I can see your balls. That’s good right there. Mmm, look how loose and juicy they look.” I snapped the shot, then gave his nutsack a loving tickle.

“You got cum on the sofa,” he informed me, but I didn’t care at that point. It was a piece of shit sofa anyway.

“What are you going to do with those pictures?” I leaned back to review the shots I had taken.

“I don’t know.” He was swiping through the selection of porn images he’d captured of his mother.

“I’ll tell you what you’re not going to do. You’re not going to show them to anyone.”

“Duh. It’s not like I’d go around school saying, ‘Hey, check out my mom’s pussy after I jerked off all over it’ or something like that.”

“Are you going to look at them when I’m not around and jerk off?”

“Probably.”

“I know that’s what I’m going to do,” I admitted. As I flipped through the pictures, I was happy to see that they all came out really good. I found the one I liked the most and reached down with my free hand to toy with my pussy.

“Wow, Mom, you came out better than a porn star in these pictures.” He began jacking himself at the other end of the sofa as he looked at his phone.

I went from toying to masturbating while gazing at the image of my son’s cock. The resolutions was so good that I could trace the faint blue lines of his veins beneath his thin skin. The sounds coming from where Gary was sitting confirmed that he was working his way toward another orgasm. We must have looked ridiculous: the two of us naked on the couch, each looking at pictures of the other’s genitals on our phones while we masturbated when we had the real thing right there in front of us. It made it somehow sexier that we were each lost in our own little world of homemade porn and yet still sharing the moment together.

The feeling of using my son’s cum as lube while I played with my cunt was fantastically decadent. I came first, unleashing my usual cacophony of grunts, groans and filthy words. Gary busted his load shortly thereafter. We both lay there for a long while, limp and relaxed, our legs intertwined as the TV droned on.

“Is it okay if I have Valerie over tomorrow after school?”

“To study?” I asked suspiciously, flicking his wilting cock playfully with my foot.

“That’s the excuse.”

“She can come over,” I said trying to sound like I was giving permission grudgingly. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I got a chuckle out of him with that. “Oo, my show is on.” I reached for the remote to turn the volume up. “Can you run and grab a towel?”

“How about if we stay like this a little longer?”

I’d already made as much of a mess as I was going to on the sofa, and his jizz was already starting to dry in places. “Sure, honey, if you like.”

“And don’t close up your robe.”

I dropped the sash I was about to tie, happy to leave my lady bits on display if that’s what my handsome boy wanted. I eased back to watch my show. He turned off the only light that was on in the room, then wormed his way into a position alongside me. It put me on the edge about to fall onto the floor, but I wrapped an arm around him and held on. He hadn’t cuddled with me like that since before his twelfth birthday. It felt nice.

It felt even nicer when his hand slowly crept over my hip and settled casually in my crotch. I didn’t say anything, curious to see what his scheme was. As we watched my show, his fingers slowly worked their way into my crease and gingerly stroked my swollen lips, occasionally flirting their way up to my clit or wandering down to my opening. I reached between us and took his penis in my hand, holding it tight. I couldn’t think of a time I’d had a more satisfying evening just hanging out and watching TV.

I left work early the next day. It’s not that I didn’t trust Gary alone with a girl – I knew I couldn’t trust him – but I was more hoping to catch them in a compromising position. Evil, I know, but I couldn’t help myself.

Making as little noise as I could, I slipped into the apartment. Valerie’s backpack was on the table, but there was no sign of them. I tiptoed toward Gary’s bedroom and saw that his door was closed. And here I thought we had a well-established policy around this house. I listened but didn’t hear anything, which meant something was going on. I was tempted to open the door and surprise them, but that would be too cruel.

“Gary? You in there?” I asked, tapping on his door.

“Uh…yeah. Hold on…” The panic was clear even through the door.

“Is someone in there with you?” I wondered if this was more cruel than just busting in on them.

“Um…no…well, yeah…kinda…”

“Hi, Valerie,” I said in a pleasant voice.

There was a long pause, followed by an exchange of harsh whispers. “Hello, Mrs. Harden,” came her barely audible response. She sounded mortified.

“Okay, I’ll leave you two alone so you can ‘study.’ Have fun.”

I went into my room and stayed quiet. There was no sound from Gary’s room for a time, then I could hear them talking in low voices. I strained to make out what they were saying while I shed my work clothes. It sounded like Valerie was making an argument that she should leave, but he was convincing her everything was cool. The stress slowly ebbed from her voice, and soon I could hear giggles. That was a good sign. I dug my vibrator out from under my mattress. I went and sat with my back against the wall between my room and Gary’s, and slipped the dildo into my wet pussy without switching it on.

Things got quiet next door. I imagined what might be going on as I idly worked the toy in and out of myself. Was that a moan? Or was I just imagining it. Every tiny click or bump became a little mystery for me to solve. Were they just kissing? Had he managed to get his hand under her shirt? Did my boy make it to third base already? Yes, that was definitely a moan, but I couldn’t tell whose it was. The intensity of my ineffectual spying was making me hornier by the minute. I had to be careful with the dildo – I didn’t know if I’d be able to stay silent if I made myself cum.

There was a murmur. Then Valerie’s voice. The stress was back. Did Gary do something to upset her? Too far, too fast? I should have done a better job teaching him the basics instead of jumping right to proper clit handling techniques!

The floor squeaked. Someone was moving. Valerie saying “No, don’t!” Gary’s bedroom door opened and before I could react he was at my threshold. Once again he was standing there naked with a hard-on. He didn’t seem to take any notice of the fact that he’d caught me sitting there naked pulling a dildo out of my pussy and obviously eavesdropping. The look of worry on his face apparently overrode all of that.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as I stood up. I went for my robe in case the girl was right behind him.

“Um…Mom…we need your help…”

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