Open Door Policy 16-18

Open Door Policy, Ch. 16
by DirtyMindedMom

My son’s girlfriend’s naked boobs were mesmerizing. I’d seen them before when I helped fish the lost condom out of her pussy, but there was so much going on then that I didn’t get a chance to take the time to really appreciate them. My boy sure knew how to pick ‘em.

I was so distracted by Valerie’s rack that I hadn’t even noticed she was already out of her pants and panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but a pair of frilly ankle socks and a smile. I was once again taken by how adorable her shaved pussy was. Her bald mound looked so clean and innocent. I could just see the top of her slit flanked by puffy lips. I was tempted to drop to my knees and start eating her out right there on the spot. I needed to get control of myself.

“Your turn,” she said in a cheery voice that gave away how eager she was.

Valerie watched with a girlish leer as I stripped out of my clothes. She certainly wasn’t being shy when it came to ogling my body as I got naked.

“You’ve got great breasts, Mrs. Harden.”

“Joanne, remember?”

“Sorry.” She cupped her boobs and looked down at them. “I think maybe we’re about the same size.”

“Mine hang a bit lower,” I pointed out, cupping my own tits and lifting them to where they used to be when I was her age. “After you have a baby and he sucks all the milk out of them, yours will look like this, too.”

She smiled at that. “I’d love it if mine looked that good when I’m your age.” She let go of her tits and ran her hands down her sides, clearly antsy to get started. “Want me to get on your bed?”

“Sure, we might as well get comfortable.”

We both settled down on my mattress. Our mutual admiration of each other’s body continued as we arranged ourselves. She was sitting cross-legged with my pillows just behind her butt. I was lounging sideways on my hip, hoping this pose was more flattering than it felt.

“By the way, just so you know,” Valerie said, “I’m not, like, a lesbian, or anything.” She licked her lips nervously as her eyes drifted to my crotch for about the tenth time. “I did make out with a girl at a party once, but that was nothing. Also, one time when my cousin and I had a sleepover we compared our breasts. She let me kiss her nipples, but then she wouldn’t do it back to me.”

“The good news is that you don’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy other women,” I assured her. “Most girls have done something like you have. When I was your age, maybe a little younger, there was a girl who had slumber parties where she’d turn the lights off and tell all the girls to play with themselves in the dark.” I had to laugh thinking back on those desperate nights. “We’d all finger ourselves and listen to everyone else doing it at the same time. We’d all be giggling when the game first started, but it didn’t take long for it to get serious. There was always a little anonymous groping going on in the dark. There was something so exciting about hearing all my friends making themselves cum. Those were the best sleepovers.”

“Wow, that sounds like it must have been fun.” Her fingers tickled lightly up and down along her inner thighs as she listened to my story.

“You said that you never played with yourself when we talked the other day.”

“I always thought it was a sin.” Her hands became fists and went to her sides. “At least that’s what my mom said. I would think about it sometimes, but I worried that I’d be weird if I touched myself like that. I had a stuffed bear that I would sometimes grind against at night, but I always stopped myself because I knew I was being a perv.”

“But it felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah. That’s what I was afraid of.” She giggled and covered her mouth with both her hands. Damn, this girl couldn’t get any cuter if she tried.

“It felt good because when you were humping your teddy bear, you were rubbing your clit. Do you know about your clitoris?”

“I heard of it, but…” she shrugged helplessly. You’d figure Sex Ed in schools would have solved this problem by now.

“The first step to having an orgasm is knowing your clitoris. Let me show you.”

I turned so I was facing her, then leaned back. My heart rate jumped a few beats. Yes, I was really doing this. Exposing myself to my son was one thing, but doing this with a 16-year-old girl that I barely knew was flat out asking for trouble. Despite knowing the huge risk I was taking, I spread my legs. Valerie’s delighted expression was all I needed to spur me on.

“It might seem like there’s a lot going on down there, but once you get familiar with your pussy it’s quite simple.” I gently parted my outer lips and spread myself open in front of her.

Valerie leaned forward and openly gawked. “Is that what mine looks like, too?”

“Every woman is unique in some ways, but the basics are the same.” I loved how she couldn’t take her eyes off my cunt. “So you know about the vagina down here.” I moved my index finger to my opening and slipped a fingertip into my hole. “My son had his penis in yours the other day, if you remember.”

She laughed. “Oh, believe me, I remember!”

“Then just above that you have your inner labia.” I moved my moistened finger upward, caressing my fleshy flaps as I did. “Follow your pussy lips up to where they come together and you’ll find a little nub up near the top.” My whole body shivered when my touch reached my happy spot. I had the distinct sense that it would only take a matter of seconds to make myself cum. “This is your clit. It’s very sensitive, and it gets hard when you’re excited.”

“I’m pretty excited right now,” she confessed.

“Good, that should make it easier to find. But hold on a sec before you do.” I got up and went to my dresser, grabbed my hand mirror, and quickly returned to the bed. “Open up your legs,” I instructed gently.

Valerie did as she was told without hesitation. I held the mirror so it reflected her pussy back to her. She giggled when she saw herself like that. I was always surprised that more women didn’t look at themselves down there like this. I was checking out my coochie in the mirror before I even hit puberty.

“Now spread yourself open just like I did.” Her fingers were shaking as she parted her hairless outer lips.

It was my turn to openly gawk. Yes, I’d been with a woman that one time, but the lighting was low, I was nervous, and I definitely didn’t get a view like the one I was being treated to now. I’d seen Valerie’s pussy the other day, but I didn’t have an opportunity to take it all in.

First thing I noticed was that she was wet. Very wet. Unlike mine, her pussy juice had a creamy whiteness to it. Mine was mostly clear. I had to wonder if it tasted different, too. Her inner lips were slightly bigger than mine, meatier and darker along the edges. Her skin was a light mocha, but her intimate inner flesh was just as pink as my own.

“Find your vagina,” I said. My throat had gone dry, causing my voice to sound raspy. I watched as she tentatively moved a finger to her opening. “There it is, good. Maybe you’ll want to get that finger a little wet.”

Valerie gave half a giggle before dipping her finger into her slippery hole. I was dying to stick my fingers in there as well, but I bit my lip and forced myself to behave.

“This feels so weird,” she said breathily. “But also good.”

“Follow your pussy lips up, just like that, and see if you can find your clit.”

Her trembling finger traveled up the length of her slit. “There? Is that it, right here? I think I feel it. Yeah, and it’s kind of hard like you said.” She explored the area, zeroing in on her button. Her hips jerked slightly. “Oh, wow, that is sensitive.” Her eyes alternated between the mirror and looking directly down at her pussy. The way her back was hunched as she probed herself was one of the most erotic images I’d seen in a while. “Now what?”

“Your clitoris is one of the main keys to having an orgasm. But you really have to get to know it. The best way to do that is to masturbate.”

“Show me what I have to do.”

I wasn’t about to pass up an invitation like that. I put the mirror aside and moved in closer.

“There are all different ways to do it. Grinding on your stuffed toy is one way, but that can take a long time. It’s usually quicker if you use your fingers to play with your clit.” I couldn’t maintain my pedantic discipline any longer. I reached between her legs and found her clit with the tip of my finger.

There was a sharp intake of breath, but Valerie didn’t object. “Oh, okay…yeah…”

“Some girls are too sensitive for direct contact, so they rub along the side. Like this.” I gently stroked the furrow of her pussy just next to her clit, the side of my finger making only the slightest contact with her stiff nubbin.

“Mmm, that’s like when I’d fuck Teddy, but better.”

I moved my touch to the other side of her clit and continued. Her hips began to shift in time with my small motions. It dawned on me suddenly that I was most certainly going to witness this adorable girl having her very first orgasm. I should have felt ashamed of myself, but instead I was irrepressibly proud that I had the privilege of being her mentor in this huge step in her life.

“Girls who can handle a little more can do all sorts of different things. You can do it in circles.” I ran my fingertip around her clit. “You can go side to side.” I diddled her left to right and right to left. “You can go up and down.” As I demonstrated that technique, she let out the cutest little moan. “Or you can invent your own style.”

“And that’s all I have to do to have an orgasm?”

“That’s half of it. A big part of a woman’s orgasm is mental. If your head isn’t into it, then it doesn’t matter what you do to your pussy.”

Valerie nodded, but I had the sense she didn’t really understand. I reluctantly took my fingers away from her erect clit and noticed that more cream was dribbling from her hole. My sheets were going to be soaked by the time we were done here.

“Can you show me?” she asked in a small voice. “Can you do it to yourself so I see what it’s supposed to look like, then I’ll copy you.”

“Sure, I suppose we can try it that way.” At that point I didn’t care about the best way for her to learn, all I wanted to do was cum. “Let me lie down, and you get down where you can see everything.”

I arranged myself so my head was on my pillows and my legs were splayed open wide. Valerie positioned herself between my legs on her knees.

“Ready?” I knew I didn’t need to ask, but it seemed the thing to do. She nodded enthusiastically and I ventured even further down the slippery slope. “I like to start by playing with my tits a little.” My hands went to my boobs. “I tease my nipples, feel how soft they are, pinch them until they’re nice and hard. And sometimes, when I’m really horny…” I lifted one of my tits and licked my own nipple.

Valerie let out a surprised gasp. “Oh my God.”

“Can you do that?”

“I never tried.” She must have felt the weight of my expectation. She gathered up one of her boobs in both hands and pushed it upward. It was more difficult for her. Even though she had the size, she didn’t have the sag. She managed to get a lick in, but she wouldn’t be able to suck her own nipples the way that I could.

“I know it feels strange at first, but sometimes it’s just what you need.” I gave my other nipple a quick suckle, then ran my hands down my body. “Touch yourself everywhere that feels good. This is part of getting your mind in the right place. Focus on your body, on every little sensation. Visualize what you’re doing, what you want to do…what you’re going to do…”

I was becoming lost in myself. I didn’t want to spend the attention to analyze it in the moment, but I was vaguely aware that this was different than when I did it in front of Gary. As good as it was, those felt more like performances. It was definitely good for me, but I was doing it more for his gratification than anything else. With Valerie, it was more like it was when I was alone and merely serving myself. Yes, I was doing it to teach her, but it felt like this one was just for me.

“When you can’t hold back any longer, that’s when you touch your pussy.” My hand snaked down between my legs and found my warm wet cunt. “You can use your pussy juices to get your fingers slippery, or you can lick them.” I did both to demonstrate, slipping two fingers into my pussy hole, then putting those same fingers into my mouth.

“By this time your clit will be so hard that you’ll be dying to touch it.” I did just that and my back arched when I did. “Remember, this is how I play with myself, but you might find a way that feels better for you.” I began stroking my clit with the first two fingers of my right hand. My index finger was nestled along the left side of my clitty, and my middle along the right. I rubbed myself up and down slowly at first, then quicker. “Can you see how I’m doing it?”

“Mostly,” she hedged. “It’s a little hard to see because of all the hair down there.”

“Go ahead and spread my lips open so you can get a better look.” I opened my legs wider as she put her hands to either side of my slit and spread me open.

“Okay, wow, now I can see everything.”

“That’s good, hold my pussy open just like that.” It was all I could do not to cum instantly. “See my clit between my fingers?” I pulled back my hood and squeezed so it stood out. Even from my perspective I could see the pink head of my clit sticking up.

“It almost looks like a tiny penis,” she giggled.

“That’s exactly what your clit is, sweetie. That’s my cock you’re looking at. And we can jerk off our little cocks just like the guys do.” I began rubbing myself more vigorously.

“Guys do that a lot, don’t they? Jerk off, I mean.”

“Yes, they do. I think it’s easier for boys to figure out what to do with their penis because it’s just hanging out there and getting big and hard all the time.”

“Do you think Gary jerks off a lot?”

I could feel this girl’s warm breath caressing my inner thigh as she spoke. It seemed impossible that I was masturbating my pussy practically in her face, but that’s exactly what was happening. I had the urge to grab her head and pull her face into my cunt.

“I’m sure he does.” I lifted my hips up a bit, bringing my pussy dangerously close to her mouth. She didn’t take the hint. “I do his laundry and there’s dried cum on everything. Even more lately since he started hanging out with you.”

Valerie tittered at this, happy to know that she provided inspiration for many of my son’s vigorous beat off sessions. I thought about how cute he looked with his hard cock in his fist, pounding away on his thick pole of flesh, that longing look in his eye as he worked himself toward carnal satisfaction.

“I’d like to see him doing it,” she said as she readjusted her fingers and spread me wider.

“I’m sure he’d love to stroke his cock for you,” I practically moaned the words, wishing he was there jacking off to me masturbating for his girlfriend. “It’s so sexy seeing all that hot cum shooting out of his big cock. Of, fuck! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!” My hand was going wild on my pussy as I rubbed my clit like mad. I was no longer giving a lesson as I passionately worked my fingers over my clit in a frantic blur.

I grunted shamelessly as my body twisted from side to side. Valerie wasn’t able to keep me spread, but she was transfixed as I helplessly flailed through the throes of my orgasm. By the time I calmed down, her eyes were still wide and her jaw was still dropped.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That must have felt awesome for you.”

“So awesome,” I gasped. “Ready to give it a try?”

She nodded enthusiastically, and we switched places. My head was still spinning, but I managed to get between this sweet girls legs and focus on her clean-shaven pussy.

“Okay, so…should I just start touching myself down there, or…?”

Her nervous shyness was adorable. “Do whatever you’re comfortable with,” I encouraged softly. “Do what makes you feel good.”

Valerie brushed her fingers lightly over her already aroused nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed as her mind and body reacted to the delicate sensation. I suspected she was starting with her tits only because it was what I had done, but what she really wanted was to go straight for your cunt. As she caressed her breasts, my gaze ranged over her lithe, young body. I pictured my son naked with her. His hands roaming over her mocha skin. His tongue and lips teasing her intimate creases. His hard cock straining to get inside her…anywhere inside her.

Her hand moved haltingly down her body toward her bald slit. Without invitation, I reached between her legs and gently parted her pussy lips for her. There was a surprised intake of breath, then a feathery moan of delight.

“Start by getting your fingers wet,” I whispered.

She could have licked them, but she instead went for her pussy hole. There, she gathered a generous portion of the creamy fluid that was dribbling from within.

“Now find your clit again. It should be easier this time, I can see its little head poking up.”

Valerie giggled, partly embarrassed, partly proud. Her trembling fingers followed the contours of her inner lips up to her stiff bud. Her whole body shuddered when she touched herself there. My own cunt began pulsing with desire even though I had just finished cumming a minute earlier. I tried to focus on guiding her and not on my own building lust.

“That’s it, sweetie, you’re doing good. Now stroke your clit nice and slow. Try it different ways and see what feels best for you.” I continued holding her pussy open as she experimented with herself. Up and down. Direct and indirect contact. One finger, two, then three. Side to side. Little circles. Big circles. Faster. Harder. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and jerked it a few times. Her clit was just big enough to be able to do that. I was envious, no longer able to know the joys of discovering yourself for the first time.

With three fingers held straight and her pinky lifted out of the way, she strummed her touch back and forth across the top of her pussy. Her body writhed just enough to enhance the motion.

“I like this,” she breathed. “Yeah…this feels really good.”

“Then just keep doing that, sweetheart.” I was glad she’d found her technique, but disappointed that it was one that blocked so much of my view of her beautiful cunt. I consoled myself by leaning in and taking a deep breath. The scent of her sex filled my senses and sent a warm chill down my back. “Focus on how good it feels. Concentrate on your pussy and let everything else disappear.”

“This is so weird,” she said after a few moments.

I looked up to see her smiling down at me. “Am I distracting you? I could let you finish by yourself if you need to be alone for this.”

“No, it’s not that,” she said, much to my relief. “I like that you’re watching. It’s more that I’ve been so afraid of touching myself like this for so long, and now that I’m doing it, it doesn’t feel like a sin at all.” Her fingers slid down and brought more of her creamy juices up to her hard clit. “It feels like the opposite of a sin, like God made us this way just for this purpose.”

“I think you may be onto something there.” I didn’t tell her that if I did believe there was such a thing, that what we were doing would be the dictionary definition of sin.

“You can spread me a little more…if you want.” She bit her lower lip after saying this and I thought I could detect a blush rising in her cheeks. I did as she wanted and stared longingly at the open hole that my son had so recently de-viginized. It was practically begging for me to shove my tongue into it.

“Like that?” I checked, trying to keep my attention on her needs and away from my own.

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed and continued working her clit. The wet sound of her fingers running side to side over her soft flesh was entrancing. This was punctuated with small, breathy moans that gave me goosebumps. “I want to ask you something, Mrs…,sorry, Joanne.”

“Ask me anything.”

“You said Gary looks sexy when his cock cums.” Her fingers didn’t miss a beat as she spoke. “Does that mean you’ve seen him cum before?”

“Um…” I was suddenly rethinking my ask-me-anything offer. Did I really say I’d seen my son cum? I was in the middle of having an orgasm, I had no idea what exactly I said. I wanted to lie, I should lie. It wasn’t entirely my secret to share. Gary would probably kill me if I told his girlfriend half of the things we’d been doing lately. I needed to change the subject…quick!

“I saw my brother cum once,” Valerie volunteered before I could say anything. “I heard a noise through the air vent that’s been the girls’ bedroom and the boys’. I got up on a chair and was able to kinda see through into their room. My older brother Paolo was in there naked. He was pulling on his cock. It was the first time I’d seen a hard one. I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I did. I had a funny feeling between my legs and I wanted to keep watching to see what would happen.”

Valerie’s hand was moving faster, pressing harder. Her free hand went to one of her full breasts and squeezed. She licked her lips and continued with eyes closed, lost in the memory.

“He was gripping it so tight I thought he was hurting himself at first. His hand went up and down really fast and it made a kind of slapping sound. I could see his balls bouncing around and everything. Paolo was looking at something on his phone…a text from a girl, maybe, I don’t know. I was squeezing my thighs together really tight, but I was afraid to touch myself even though I wanted to so bad. Oh, Paolo…”

She wasn’t in the room with me anymore. She was standing on that chair and doing to herself what she had desperately wanted to do in that moment of guilty voyeurism.

“I knew it was wrong to watch him do that. He’s my brother. It was a sin what he was doing, and an even bigger sin what I was doing. God could see that I was doing something bad, but I couldn’t stop. My brother fell back on his bed and all of the sudden white stuff started shooting out of his cock. I didn’t know what it was then, but it looked beautiful to me. He looked like he was in pain, and I somehow knew that what was happening to him actually felt really good.”

Her words were spilling out of her almost too fast for me to understand her. Her hips were bouncing on the bed to match the rhythm of her fingers. She was going at herself like crazy. I wondered how much longer she could keep it up before the floodgates gave way.

“I watched my brother jerk off,” she confessed loudly. “I watched him cum and I liked it.” She was liberating herself with these declarations. “I think about his cock all the time. I think about his cum!” Valerie had lost control. She may have even forgotten I was there for all I could tell. “I want his cum! I want him to shoot it all over me. I want my brother’s cum on my tits, on my face, in my mouth. I want to taste his cum! Cum on me, Paolo! Cum all over your bad little sister! Ohhhhh! Fuuuuuuuck!”

With that her ass lifted high off the bed. Her pussy was up in front of my face, only inches away. I saw her asshole and vagina convulsing as she came with an intensity that I hadn’t expected from a first-timer. Gobs of creamy fluid pulsed out of her cunt hole and oozed down between her cheeks, drooling down onto my bedsheets below. It was a magical thing to witness.

When she finally collapsed onto the mattress, I realized I’d been holding my breath through it all. I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the dizzy sensation that swirled through my brain. Valerie was panting heavily, her hand cupped protectively over her mound. I just knelt there in the nude, not quite knowing what to do next.

Her eyes opened and she saw me looking at her. She grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face.

“Oh, God.” I could barely hear this muffled groan through the pillow. “No, no, no. That didn’t just happen. Please, no.”

My heart sank. I touched her lightly on her calf and she turned away from me, curling into a tight ball. That hurt.

“Valerie, it’s okay. I don’t want you to have any regrets about this. It’s not a sin to give yourself pleasure–”

She tossed the pillow aside, exasperated. “It’s not that, Mrs. Harden. Can you just pretend that I didn’t say any of those things?”

“You mean those things you said about your brother?”

She cringed and clapped her hands over her ears. “I didn’t say those things,” she insisted. “I never said any of that out loud.”

I patted her bare thigh. This time she didn’t flinch away. “I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah, right.” She opened one eye and looked to see if I was being serious. “You must think I’m a total freak, or something.”

“No, not at all,” I assured her while letting my hand wander up to her perfectly proportioned backside. “I’m glad you said those things about your brother because it makes it easier to answer your question.”

“My question?”

“About me seeing Gary cum.” My heart began beating faster in anticipation of my own confession. “I have seen my son masturbating…on several occasions now. And, yes, I’ve seen him cum.” It was scary hearing myself saying these things out loud. I had a good idea now of exactly what Valerie was feeling.

“Does he know?”

“When we moved into this apartment, it quickly became obvious that any sort of privacy was going to be next to impossible. Instead of fighting it, we gave up trying and adopted a kind of open door policy around here.”

“So…you guys are, like, nudists?”

“I don’t really think of it like that, but…”

“But, Gary has seen you naked?”

I nodded, feeling the blush now come into my cheeks.

“And you’ve seen him naked.” She was putting together the picture in her head as she spoke. “You’ve also seen him jerking off…but not because you were spying on him…?”

“No, I wasn’t spying.” My voice came out soft, and a little ashamed. It wasn’t in her tone, but her words felt like an accusation.

“Gary knew you were watching and he jerked off in front of you…in front of his mom.” She made it sound so dirty saying it like that. I drew my hand away from her and held my fist in my lap. “And what about you?”

“Me?”

She rolled onto her back. “Did he see you?” She opened her legs. The tip of her clit was still just visible peeking out from between swollen lips.

I nodded, but knew this wouldn’t suffice. “Yes, he has seen me. I let my son watch me masturbate. Quite a lot, actually” My voice cracked. “I should have never let it go that far. I’m a horrible mother, the worst.” I caught the sob in my chest, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“I don’t think you’re horrible.” Valerie began playing with herself, ignoring how distraught I was becoming. “I bet Gary really likes watching you. You have a super hot body, Mrs. Harden.”

“Just because he likes it, doesn’t make it right. I’m his mother.”

“But you like it, too, don’t you?”

I couldn’t deny that. “Yes. I can’t wait to get home from work so the two of us can masturbate together. It’s pathetic when you think about it. Pathetic and sick.”

“As sick as watching your brother jerk off, then fantasizing about him cumming all over you for the next two years?” Valerie was holding her clit again and tugging on it like it was a tiny cock. “I think it’s hot that you two do that in front of each other. Maybe that’s why I got so turned on around Gary in the first place. I didn’t know what it was about him, but now maybe I do.”

“I don’t know,” I buried my face in my hands. “I’m so confused.”

“I know something that you’re not confused about.” Valerie’s foot nudged one of my arms and I uncovered my face. “I see how you look at me.” She used her fingers to spread herself open. “I see how you’ve been looking at my pussy. It’s like you want to taste it, or something. Is that what you want, Mrs. Harden? Do you want to taste my pussy?”

She was offering herself to me on a silver platter. I couldn’t help but look a the treat she was lewdly presenting for the taking. Her meaty lips were thick with arousal. Her juices were smeared all over between her legs, making puffy bare skin shimmer. Her clit seemed to be reaching out to me, her hole beckoning my tongue to fill it.

“I do, Valerie, but…you’re my son’s girlfriend. I can’t. I…”

“Yes you can. I want you to, Mrs. Harden. You gave me what I wanted, and now I can give you what you want. You want to eat my cunt, and I want you to. Please.”

My head was full of the thousand reasons not to do it, but I was leaning in before any rational thought could emerge from that mental maelstrom. I reached out my tongue, anticipating the pungent tang of this girl’s cum juices, ready to indulge in a depraved kind of hedonism that I’d never expected I would lower myself to experience. Whatever happened to the normal, boring, conservative suburban wife and mother I had been only a few months ago?

“Mom?”

My head snapped up from between those young thighs before I could taste my reward to see Gary standing in my open doorway looking bewildered and angry at the same time.

“What the fuck!”

Yes, that about summed things up. What the fuck, indeed.

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 17
by DirtyMindedMom

I’d been caught in the act. I was on my bed between the legs of my son’s naked 16-year-old girlfriend about to lick her pussy. I felt like a guilty teenager who’d been busted doing something naughty.

“Gary? You…you’re not supposed to be home until…until tomorrow…” I stammered as I pointlessly searched for something to cover myself with.

“Dad had an emergency at work and dropped me off,” he distractedly explained. “What’s going on here?”

I knew my son well enough to see that he was more upset than angry, but if I said the wrong thing that would change in an instant.

“It’s nothing bad,” I insisted too strenuously. “Valerie was just wanted to learn some things about sex to make it better when you two are together.”

“And you’re teaching her by eating her pussy behind my back?”

“It didn’t start out like that, but…maybe, a little…yeah…”

“Don’t be mad at your mom,” Valerie spoke up. She hadn’t bothered to close her legs, leaving her pussy on full display for the two of us. “It was all my idea. She was just trying to help me.”

Her words seemed to calm him down slightly.

“You could have said something to me at least. You guys didn’t have to go sneaking around.”

I realized that he was more hurt at not being included than angry about what we were doing. I really couldn’t blame him.

“No, you’re right,” I said. “Valerie was a little embarrassed about asking for my help. She didn’t want you to know that she’d never had an orgasm before and needed your mother to show her how.”

Gary looked shocked. “You mean you didn’t cum the other day when we…?”

Valerie shook her head. “It felt really good, but…no.”

“I…I guess I just assumed…I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault,” Valerie assured him. “I didn’t know what I was doing.” Her hand moved down over her tummy and between her legs. She stroked her pussy and circled a finger around her stiff clit. “But thanks to your mom, I’ve learned a few things.”

His expression had softened, but he still held onto some suspicion.

“Okay, but how is it possible that you don’t know how to have an orgasm?”

I looked at Valerie and rolled my eyes. “It looks like you’re not the only one who has a thing or two to learn about sex.” I turned back to Gary. “Pull your pants down.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me, pull your pants down.” I tried not to smile as he dropped his jeans. “Underwear too.” Me and Valerie were both smiling when he cock made its appearance. “What did you have to do to make your dick hard like that?”

“Do? Nothing. It’s just sort of automatic.”

“Okay, well, it’s not like that for girls. Or for women.” I put aside the bed sheet I had been hiding myself with. “If a boy wants to cum, all you have to do is stroke your cock. It’s more mechanical than anything else. For girls there’s more to it. We don’t get wet at the drop of a hat.” I caressed Valerie’s inner thigh as she continued to toy with her pussy lips.

Gary watched, rendered dumb by what he was seeing.

“A lady’s partner must be attentive to her mind as well as her body.” My fingers moved closer to her pussy. “Does that feel good, Valerie?”

“Yes, Mrs. Harden. It feels amazing.”

“When she understands the connection between what she’s thinking and what she’s feeling, it opens up a window to sensual pleasures she can’t even imagine.” I leaned in and laid a soft kiss on Valerie’s knee. “Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

“I want…” She hesitated for a moment, glancing at her stunned boyfriend before finishing. “I want you to lick me.” Valerie spread her pussy open. “Here.”

I checked with Gary, giving him a chance to object. When he didn’t, I lowered my head between her legs and kissed the girl’s swollen clit. She gasped as her body writhed on the mattress. With feathery lightness, I danced my tongue lightly over her soft lips.

“Oh, fuck…Mrs. Harden…yes!”

I was dizzy with the reality of what I was doing. My nose was filled with her intimate scent. My mouth infused with the flavor of her most private self. My tongue penetrated her sacred opening and the chills ran down my back. Valerie’s fingers intertwined in my hair and she pushed my head against her impassioned vulva.

After a few more seconds of licking and sucking her glorious, bald pussy I backed off.

“Do you want to cum, Valerie?”

“Yes! So bad!”

“Are you going to cum, Valerie?”

“I am. I’m so close!”

I looked over at Gary, who was still standing there with his pants around his ankles. “You want to get in here and finish your girlfriend off for me, stud?”

He nodded, kicked away his pants and boxers, and fell on the bed next to me. He wiggled up between Valerie’s outstretched legs as she moaned in anticipation.

“Start slow,” I advised, stroking his hair, “and pay attention to how she’s reacting. Her body will let you know if she wants it faster or harder. Understand?”

“Yeah, I got it, Mom.”

“Okay, then, let’s see if you can be the first man to make her cum.”

He kissed her clit, following my lead, then clamped his mouth over her pussy. She let out a cry as he began sucking and working his tongue over her most sensitive spots. I had to admire his technique – he must have had a good teacher. I won’t lie and say there wasn’t a momentary pang of jealousy. It should have been Mommy’s pussy he was eating. But I knew I had no right to keep my budding lover all to myself.

While the two of them were distracted, I decided to take the opportunity to do something I’d been thinking about for several days. I carefully climbed up alongside Valerie and gently took one of her nipples into my mouth. Her moan was all I needed to hear to know she was cool with what I was doing. Gary looked up, moving only his eyes, and watched me suckling his girlfriend as he ate her out. He appeared perfectly content to let me have her tits as long as he had her pussy all to himself.

I’d only ever sucked on a woman’s breasts that one time (as long as you didn’t count when I sucked my own). It was all a blur back then, but I distinctly remember liking it. As I swabbed my tongue over this girl’s taut nipple, my hand found her unattended breast and began massaging it. Damn, it all felt so good. Maybe I was more of a lesbian than I ever realized.

Between the two of us, we were able to bring Valerie off in fairly short order. Her orgasm was even more intense than her first one. I worried that maybe we were spoiling her. How could her next boyfriend live up to this? Gary kissed her inner thighs as she slowly floated back down to earth. I tickled my fingers over her belly and breasts, feeling a strong desire to kiss her on the lips but holding back.

“That was incredible, guys,” she sighed once her powers of speech returned to her.

“Glad you liked it,” Gary chirped with a proud grin plastered across his face along with a coating of fresh pussy juice.

“My whole body is electrified.” She ran her hands up her sides and fondled both her tits, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. Could this kid get any sexier?

“Well, I suppose you two want to fuck,” I said as I stood up and slipped on my flimsy robe. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.”

“Wait!” Valerie called out before I left. “Could you put the condom on for us one more time…just to make sure we’re doing it right.”

Something didn’t sound right about this request. They’d managed to use a couple condoms without my help just fine the other day. My pussy pulsed with perverse arousal when I realized that she just wanted to see me handling my son’s cock in front of her. I was liking this girl more and more.

“I’m always here to help,” I said with a smile and fished a condom out of my nightstand. I had put a few in there the other day just in case things got out of control between me and my boy. I wasn’t planning on ever fucking him, but there was an awful lot happening lately that I hadn’t exactly planned on.

“Get over here, sweetie. Let Mom gift wrap that big penis of yours.” I could tell he got a charge out of me calling it big, especially in front of his girlfriend.

Gary stood on the mattress (I really was going to have to get a proper bed one of these days) and presented me with his exceedingly hard cock. I opened the slippery little package and placed the rubber against the tip of his erection. Valerie watched the process from below. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated with passion, as she toyed with her clit.

I lovingly cupped my son’s balls and slowly rolled the latex sheath down the length of his penis. I made sure it was on snug, then wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and gave him a few strokes to test the fit. “How does that feel, honey.”

“Pretty good, Mom.” He didn’t move, obviously wanting a few more strokes. “Really fucking good, actually.”

I was dying to rip the condom off and suck him until he filled my mouth with hot spunk, but I’d already intruded enough for one day. “I want you to fuck Valerie’s pussy extra good today, got it? And you’re not allowed to cum until she does.” I gave his balls one last jiggle before turning to Valerie. “If he cums before you, I want you to tell me so I can punish him, alright?”

“I will, Mrs. Harden,” she answered with a giggle.

“Good. Now get your cock inside that cunt before she finishes without you.” I slapped my boy’s bare ass as I headed out. “Oops, one more thing.” I went back to my nightstand and fetched my vibrator, the large one. “Mommy’s cunt needs some attention, too!”

Gary was already on top of her and humping away by the time I got to the hallway. I, of course, left the door wide open. If they really wanted any privacy let them close it. “And be careful yout two, I’m too young to be a grandmother.”

I went to Gary’s bedroom, dropped my robe, and got down onto his mattress. I listened to the increasingly noisy lovemaking in the next room and fucked myself with the big, plastic cock. I could hear them clearly enough that I was able to match my plunging thrusts with the slap of flesh on flesh of the two horny teens just around the corner. If I closed my eyes, it was easy to imagine that it was my son’s cock pounding into me instead of a fake dick.

I thought about how Valerie had reverted to calling me Mrs. Harden instead of Joanne like I had told her she could. It seemed strange, given how intimate we had become, but I realized that there was something to it. Valerie obviously got off on calling me Mrs. Harden. She didn’t want to obscure the fact that I was her boyfriend’s mother, not a friend. I had to admit it turned me on when she addressed me using my formal name like that. I shoved the device deep inside and switch on the vibrations.

Valerie’s screaming orgasm was quickly followed by Gary’s guttural grunts of release. Good boy. My own wails of pleasure marked my solo climax for all to hear. While I waited for the changing of the condom, I pulled a pair of my soiled panties out from under my son’s pillow. I sniffed at the crust of cum he had deposited on them over the course of the past week. There was nothing else quite like it. As the young couple started going at it again, I fingered my heated twat and continued sniffing my own jizz-caked undies.

It was another hour before they were finally sated. I was on the sofa when Valerie emerged from my bedroom looking flushed and glowing. I had on my little robe, but I hadn’t bothered to tie it closed. Valerie openly leered at my exposed naughty bits as she approached, slinging her backpack over one shoulder.

“Thanks for everything, Mrs. Harden,” she said sweetly, as if I’d done nothing more than bake them some cookies. “I was thinking…if it’s not too much trouble…maybe I could come by sometime for another lesson? There’s still a lot I need to learn.”

A warm tingle spread through my chest, but I tried not to appear as eager as I felt. “You should discuss that with Gary. I’d be happy to help you, but no more sneaking behind his back.”

“I’m sure he’ll be cool with it. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Her gaze slid down to my naked tits, then dipped lower to my dark bush, looking somewhat disappointed that our lessons couldn’t continue right then and there. “And you’ll have to show me how that thing works.” She nodded toward the big, cock-shaped vibrator sitting dormant on the coffee table.

“Sure thing.” The image of me jamming my dildo into her hot little cunt suddenly got my juices flowing all over again. Damn these kids!

Valerie leaned over and surprised me with a kiss on the lips. And it wasn’t just a friendly peck. She held it, the tips of her long hair tickling over my bare nipples. I felt the barest touch of her tongue just before she pulled away. It was all I could do not to throw her down on the floor and ravage the bitch on the spot.

“When Gary wakes up, tell him he was great.” With that her tight ass was out the door. I grabbed the dildo and went at my thoroughly soaked pussy once again. Two orgasms later I was feeling completely drained and pretty much ended up passing out with my legs spread wide and my toy still buried in my fuck hole.

When I came to it was getting dark outside and someone was softly sucking my clit. I looked down to see Gary between my legs; naked, of course. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of him leisurely nibbling and licking my pussy. Something felt weird. I opened my eyes and saw that my tits were covered in cum.

“Did you jerk off on me while I was sleeping?”

“You looked so sexy, I didn’t have a choice.” He pushed the dildo into me as his tongue teased my stiffening nub.

“You should have woke me up and cum in my mouth,” I complained. “I’ve been wanting to suck my baby’s cock all day.” I scooped up some of his thinning semen and licked it from my finger.

“We got all night, Mom.” He pumped the dildo in and out. “And all day tomorrow.” Another pump. “And the rest of our lives.”

I relaxed, looking down at my son lapping contented at his mother’s cunt, and contemplated the depth of my depravity. What would people think if they could see me now? I gathered more of my boy’s cum from my nipple and savored it. My soon to be ex-husband would lose his shit if he knew his son was taking care of my pussy better than he ever had. The people at work would be disgusted to learn that I was addicted to sucking my boy’s beautiful cock and eating his sperm. My parents would disown me if they ever found out I not only helped their grandson fuck his girlfriend, but wanted to fuck him myself. I was the quintessential definition of a despicable monster by every rule of society, and yet I’d never known a greater sense of love and fulfillment in my life. Plus, I’d never seen my son happier. I watched him between my legs, luxuriating in his oral explorations of the warm, wet passage that delivered him into this world. He adored his mother’s cunt, and why should he be denied access to that one place that was so meaningful to him?

I loved my son. I loved him in a way that no other woman ever could. Why should my love be forced to stop at some arbitrary boundary? Why couldn’t I love all of him. I should be able to love his cock as much as I do his smile, or the compassionate glimmer in his eyes. Why do I have to limit the expression of my love for all of him? I should be able to love him with my mouth, and my hand, and, most of all, the tender embrace of my pussy. Would any mother refuse her son’s natural desires if it wasn’t for the strictures placed on us by a jealous society?

A low-grade orgasm rumbled through me as Gary fucked and sucked my pussy with patient devotion. It was a glorious gift for me, but I knew it was also a gratifying accomplishment for him to give his mother the kind of satisfaction that only a man could provide.

“Did you just have an orgasm, Mom?”

“Mmm, yes I did, sweetheart. That was so good.”

“I tried something different, but I wasn’t sure it would work.”

“Oh, trust me, darling, it worked. You’re turning out to be quite the skillful cunt licker, aren’t you?”

“It’s easy when the cunt I’m licking is yours.”

“Such a little suck up. Come up here and give Mommy a hug.”

Gary climbed up on top of me and we embraced. I hadn’t felt this kind of thrill at the touch of my bare skin against a man’s since I was a teenager. He snuggled against me and the smell of his sweat combined with the stink of sex almost made my head spin. His hardness lay against my inner thigh as we hugged. It would only take the barest of movements from either of us for him to end up inside me. I wondered if he would take the initiative and shove his cock into my pussy, but I didn’t dare encourage it.

“It looked like Valerie really liked the way you ate her pussy,” I mentioned to distract myself.

“Yeah, that was pretty wild. It was weird how she tasted totally different than you. Hers was good, but I like yours better.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I tried to play off his compliment, but it made me feel good to hear it. “You like fucking her, don’t you?”

“Of course! What’s not to like? We did it twice the regular way, and then we tried doggy style. I didn’t know it would feel so different doing it like that.” He kissed my neck and gave me goosebumps. “You like it from behind, Mom?”

“Sure. From behind, on top, sideways. As long as there’s a cock in me, I’m happy.”

“Damn, you’re such a dirty slut.” He reached up and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues played against one another for a while as he groped my cum-slicked chest.

“I’m sorry I went behind your back and messed around with your girlfriend like I did. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He shifted his weight and I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hairy mound

“It’s okay. She explained what happened and I actually think it’s all pretty hot. I won’t lie though, I was shocked that you were about to go down on her when I walked in. I had no idea my mom was a hardcore carpet muncher.”

I spanked his ass and pinched his cheek for good measure. “It’s not my fault you picked a girl with an irresistible pussy. I just hope I’m invited to come along on the honeymoon.”

“Oh, geez. We’re just screwing around, Mom. It’s not like we’re going to get married. I mean, I like her, but I don’t love her or anything.”

“You love her tits.”

“Well, yeah.”

I gripped his butt cheek. “And you love her bald coochie.”

“Uh-huh.”

My hand moved into his crack. “And you love her sexy little fudge tunnel.” As I said this I pushed my finger against his asshole.

“Mom! Cut it out!” He squealed and tried to twist away from my proctological probing.

“Hey, I let you play with my ass, why can’t I play with yours?” I teased and fought to get my finger back on his butt hole.

“You wanted me to stick a finger in your ass!” he argued as we wrestled.

“And now I want to stick a finger in your ass!”

We laughed and fought until we were both out of breath. The match ended when Gary got hold of both my wrists and pinned my hands up over my head. Our bodies were slippery with sweat and our chests heaved from the struggle. My giggles faded as I noticed the serious look in my son’s eyes as he gazed down at me.

I was completely at his mercy. During our tussle, I realized that my boy had grown stronger than me. I could see that he was now aware of the same thing. He was deciding what to do next. His hips were between my open legs. The head of his stiff cock was poised only inches from my opening. He held me with firm authority. I should have pushed him off of me. I should have told him that the game was over. Instead I waited.

It seemed like a long time before he spoke.

“I want to fuck you, Mom.”

His words took my breath away. I knew it was what he wanted, but to hear him say it out loud was something completely different. I couldn’t let him know how much I wanted it too.

“You can’t,” I said. My words lacked conviction. “We can’t,” I reiterated even less convincingly.

My son eased his body forward, his cockhead pressed at my drenched threshold. My body tensed, but I didn’t pull away.

“Mom…I’m going to fuck you.”

I had just a few seconds to stop what was about to happen. The only question was, would I?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy, Ch. 18
by DirtyMindedMom

I was able to leave work early and couldn’t wait to get home to my horny son. My panties were soaked by the time I walked through the door, but the excitement waned as soon as I realized he wasn’t home. Being horny and disappointed all at once is never fun. I changed into a loose t-shirt, not bothering to put on anything else, and got started on dinner. When Gary got home I was just finishing up in the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom,” he chirped as he dropped his book bag and kicked off his sneakers. “Damn, look at that ass.”

Even though I was still irrationally mad at him, the compliment made me feel good.

“Pull down your pants,” I said sternly as I took off my oven mitts and walked toward him.

He didn’t ask any questions and quickly dropped his pants and boxers. I went to my knees in front of him and took his soft cock in my mouth and began sucking. It was only a matter of seconds before his teen prick was fully hard and poking the back of my throat.

I took him deep, then slid off his erection. “I taste cum and condom. You just came from fucking your little whore, didn’t you?”

He smiled, proud of himself, and rubbed his cock against my cheek. “Yup. In an empty classroom at school.”

“Lucky you didn’t get caught.” I sucked his balls and could taste a hint of Valerie’s pussy juices that had dried there.

“I had her bent over the teacher’s desk and was doing her from behind. Fuck, Mom, that feels nice. She was getting close to cumming and I slipped a finger in her asshole. Jesus, you suck so good. I didn’t know what she would do, but I think she liked it as much as you do. She came in about three seconds.”

I thought about commenting on this, but I didn’t want to take my boy’s cock out of my mouth. I began sucking harder. He put his hands on my head and began fucking my face. I fondled his balls as I gagged on his pumping hard-on. It only took another minute before he was moaning his way through his orgasm and shooting several spurts of fresh cum down my throat. I sucked out all I could get from him, savoring every drop of his precious semen. I should have been more worried that I had become addicted to my son’s cum than I was, but that was a concern for another time.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said as he stepped out of his pants. “I’m starving. What’s for dinner?”

“Your mother’s cunt.” I got up on our little kitchen table and spread my legs wide.

Gary laughed and shook his head. “God, Mom, you’re such a nympho.” My son leaned in and buried his face dutifully between my legs. Such a good boy.

His tongue worked from the bottom up, first teasing my hole, then zig-zagging its way up to my throbbing clit. He circled it, flicked it a few times, then began sucking it gently. My son had become a much better pussy licker over the past weeks under my guidance. I couldn’t help being proud of him while at the same time being jealous of all the girls that would someday benefit from my hard work training him.

The fact that I no longer felt guilty about allowing my son to do things like eat my cunt was a strange source of pleasure for me. Knowing how wrong this all was only turned me on more. I was fully aware of how fucked up this was, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was a horrible, sick person, and I was loving every second of it.

“That’s it, baby, get in there and suck Mommy’s cunt. Get your tongue right up in my pussy. Oh shit, don’t stop. Eat that hairy cunt, sweetheart.”

Gary grabbed me by the backs of my thighs and pulled my crotch tight to his face. I lifted my t-shirt and sucked on one of my own nipples while I watched him at work between my legs. I imagined how hot it would be if his girlfriend was there to contribute another mouth to the mix. I was hoping it was only a matter of time before the three of us ended up messing around together, but I had to leave that up to him.

“I’m going to cum, baby! Mommy’s going to cum right in your fucking mouth! Oh, yeah! Yeah!”

He picked up the pace in response to my ecstatic cries. Damn, he was good. He was tonguing and sucking at once, hitting all the right spots. When I felt him sliding a couple of fingers into my wet hole, I lost it.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuck meeeee!” Everything went out of focus and the last thing I cared about was how everybody in the building could probably hear me cumming like a banshee. I’d had some good orgasms with Gary, but this one was easily the best so far. I was still feeling the aftershocks when I heard him choking.

“Geez, Mom, what’s going on with you? I’ve never seen you this wet before.”

I looked down to see that there was a puddle on the table just below my pussy. Geez was right. I couldn’t remember ever getting that wet myself.

“That’s what you get for being so good at eating pussy. Now put your fingers back inside Mommy, I’ve got one more in there.”

He stuck his two fingers back in me, then added a third. He fucked me like that steadily for less than half a minute before eliciting another orgasm. This one was deep and slow moving as it spread through my body. I clamped down on his fingers, holding him tight in my pussy until the last ripple of pleasure faded.

“Fuck, that was good,” I sighed. “I’ve been thinking about that all day.” I sat up and took his face in my hands. “Thanks, honey.”

I kissed him on the lips. It was just a quick, motherly peck. He stepped in, put his arms around me, and kissed me again. This was a lover’s kiss. His tongue parted my lips. I could taste my own pussy, which only enhanced the intensity. A tingle ran up my back as I gave myself over to him. I wasn’t his mom for a brief moment. I was a teenager again, kissing her crush for the first time, unable to believe it was really happening. When his lips left mine I was dizzy, drunk on my son’s loving attention. I really should have been more concerned about what was happening with me.

Gary went and cleaned my cum off his face while I cleaned my cum off the table. We ate, watched TV, and chatted about normal mother-son stuff. The only thing that made the rest of our evening not normal was that he was in nothing but a pair of boxers and I was in nothing but a sheer pair of panties. We brushed our teeth before going to bed. He laughed at the way my bare tits jiggled as I brushed. I shamelessly watched him take a long, healthy piss before we retired to our separate rooms.

I was in bed for only a few minutes before I started touching myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about the oral sex my son had so expertly provided me earlier that evening. The scene kept playing out in my head like a tawdry porno movie. I wondered if Gary was playing with himself over in his bedroom.

“Gary! Can you come here for a minute?”

He was at my doorway in a matter of seconds. In the dim light I could see that my boy was naked and hard. Like mother, like son.

“Sorry to bother you, sweetheart, but would you mind sucking my tits for me while I masturbate?”

“Sure, Mom,” he said enthusiastically, as if he was just waiting for my call, and hopped down into bed with me.

My son latched onto one of my nipples and began sucking. Oh, yeah, that was exactly what I needed.

“Oh, there’s my baby. Mmm, that’s so good.” I wanted to go crazy on my pussy, but I forced myself to stroke my clit nice and slow. He reached over and fondled my other breast as he suckled. “You like playing with Mommy’s tits?”

He nodded and moaned without taking his mouth off my nipple. I’d never felt as content and loved as I did when I was with my son like this. When I walked out on my rat of a husband, I was devastated. It was hard not to blame myself. Was he cheating because I was a bad wife? Was I not enough for him? Was there something wrong with me as a woman? Those doubts had stopped the day we adopted this open door policy of ours. I had a kind of awakening after that. My body came alive. My dormant sexual desires blossomed. I remembered what it was like to be wanted. And I discovered new lusts that I never knew were inside me.

Gary moved to my other nipple at the same moment I was wishing he’d do just that. We had a connection as mother and son that I could never have with any other man. We had been together every day of his entire life. How could we not be in tune with each other in such an intimate way? God, his mouth felt good on my breast.

His naked body was half on mine, his hardness pressing into the side of my belly as I fingered myself. I tried not to think about him climbing on top of me and sliding his cock inside my pussy. I didn’t want to encourage that, even if only in my fantasies. What we were doing was enough. Intercourse would be taking it too far. I couldn’t entirely articulate why, especially in that moment of mounting pleasure, but it was a line I wasn’t willing to cross with my son. I knew it was a sensible limit, but if he ever tried to enter me there was a strong chance I wouldn’t be able to put up more than a token resistance. If he timed it right, I had to admit to myself, I wouldn’t put up any resistance at all.

“Honey, can you do Mommy a favor? Can you reach into my nightstand drawer and hand me my dildo?”

He continued sucking for a few more seconds, as if he didn’t want to tear himself away from my tits even for a moment. I heard him fumbling around, then he placed the cold rubber cock on my tummy. He teased my stiff nipple with a flicking tongue.

“What’re you going to do with that, Mom?”

He knew perfectly well what I was going to do with it, he just wanted to hear me say it.

“I’m going to put this dildo inside my pussy.” I brought it up to my mouth and sucked it noisily. “I’m going to fuck myself with it.” I rubbed the tip up and down my slit, getting it wetter. “Mommy needs something hard in her cunt.” I eased the toy into my hole.

“I’ve got something hard you can put in there.” He rocked his hips, poking me suggestively with his erection.

“Don’t even go there, mister. You’ve got a girlfriend for that.”

“I know, but what about you? It seems like you really need a cock, Mom.”

“Maybe I do, but not yours.” It pained me to say this, because his cock was exactly what I wanted.

He went back to suckling my breasts for a few moments before he spoke again. “What about getting a boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” It was hard not to laugh at the idea of a woman my age with a “boyfriend.” Gary’s hand caressed my belly and gave me a warm feeling all over. “I don’t think I’m ready for that, sweetie. Hell, I’m not even officially divorced yet.”

“It wouldn’t have to be serious. Just someone to give you what I can’t.”

“You wouldn’t mind sharing me with another man?”

I felt him shrug in the dark. “You share me with Valerie.”

“And it wouldn’t bother you if I brought him here and did it?”

His fingers played through my pubic hair as I slowly pumped my dildo in and out of myself.

“No…as long as you left your door open.”

“Why? So you could watch?”

“Uh huh.”

“Really? You want to see your mother having sex with another guy?”

“Yeah, that would be super hot.” He lightly bit the side of my breast, just enough for me to feel his teeth and know how horny this line of talk was making him.

I began working my toy a little faster. His hand had migrated down to my inner thigh. I loved the way my boy touched my body. His lips were tight around one of my nipples as he sucked me with heated fervor.

It had been so long since I’d been with a man other than my creep of a husband. Heck, it had been a long time since I’d been with him for that matter. Gary was right, I did need a cock.

“God, Mom, I love the way your pussy sounds when you fuck yourself.”

“And I love the sounds you make when you suck my nipples.”

I normally prefer to have the lights on when we play together, but the darkness somehow brought us together closer in a way. We had to rely on touch and sound and smell. Our imaginations filled in the visual details, enhancing them to something better than reality. Our naked bodies rubbed together and an aching need filled me.

“This feels so fucking good,” I moaned. “I’m masturbating my cunt.”

“Mm hmm.”

“I’m masturbating my cunt while my son sucks my tits. I’m fucking my cunt next to my son.”

I can’t explain it, but it was incredibly gratifying to say these things out loud. The fact that we were doing it was amazing in itself, but to hear myself openly announce it went a long way toward soothing that needful ache.

“Suck my tits, baby. Mommy’s going to make her pussy cum while you suck my tits.”

Gary pushed my boobs together and began going from one nipple to the other in rapid succession. Something he had learned with Valerie? I didn’t much care, all that mattered in that moment was it felt wonderful.

“That’s it, baby! Suck my tits while Mommy plays with her cunt. Her big, horny, hairy cunt!”

I rammed my pussy with the dildo bringing myself to the peak in a sudden rush. My orgasm exploded between my legs, then expanded outward to encompass my whole body. My son’s mouth on my nipples instantly felt ten times better than it had a second earlier, and I tried to keep that sensation going for as long as I could. It all faded too soon and I was once again back in the real world…which wasn’t so bad considering that I still had a handsome young stud on top of me.

“It’s a riot how loud you get when you cum, Mom. I’m surprised I never heard you when we lived at the house.”

“To tell the truth, I didn’t cum like this when I was with your father. It’s so much better with you.” I couldn’t see it in the darkness, but I knew my boy had a proud smile on his face. And I wasn’t just saying that to boost his ego, this was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and we weren’t even fucking.

“God, Dad is such an idiot to lose you.” He nuzzled my breasts lovingly. “Turned out good for me, though.”

“For us,” I corrected and kissed the top of his head. “You ready for your turn? A nice handjob, maybe?”

“Actually, is it okay if I turn on the light and jerk off on your pussy?”

“Sure, honey.” Damn, it felt good to be treated like a sex object by my own son.

While my eyes adjusted to the light, Gary got down between my legs. I opened up giving him an unobstructed view of his mother’s most intimate places. My clit pulsed as his eyes devoured my nakedness. He was on his knees stroking his hard-on. I’d seen him like that countless times already, but it still gave me an illicit thrill to be able to watch my boy masturbating.

“Can you pull your legs up?”

I lifted my knees up toward my shoulders and hooked my arms around my thighs. I was completely vulnerable in that position. If he made a move to fuck me, there’d be nothing I could do to stop him before he was inside me. I worried and hoped at the same time as he scooted closer.

“How’s that?” I asked, knowing he had me right where he wanted me.

He licked his lips and nodded. “Perfect.” With his free hand he spread my lips apart. “I can see your pussy. And your clit.” He shifted forward enough to rub the head of his cock against my stiff nub, sending shivers of delight up my spine. “I can see your vagina.” He brushed the tip of his cock down past my opening and for a second I thought he was going to push inside. Instead he trailed his juice slicked cockhead down further. “And I can also see my Mommy’s pretty little asshole.”

The end of his dick tapped against my anus in rhythm with his stroking fist. It gave me a queer feeling inside. Fear mixed with longing mixed with shame. I was letting my son rub his cock on my dirty asshole and enjoying it. No decent mother should imagine such things much less do them. But there I was, loving every second of it.

“You like playing with Mommy’s asshole, don’t you?”

“Love it.” He moved his cock out of the way so he could gaze at it. “I love seeing it. I love fingering it for you. I love licking it.” He bent down and swabbed his tongue over my exposed rosebud, causing me to whimper with pleasure. My son returned his cock to the spot he’d just licked, pressing more forcefully as he tugged himself. “Hey, Mom? Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“No.”

“But you want to, right?”

“I’d be willing to consider it…with the right person.”

He mulled that over for a moment. “Whoever gets to fuck that ass first is going to be a very lucky boy.”

“What makes you think it’s going to be a boy and not a man?”

He gave me a confident smile that let me know he believed it was only a matter of time before I gave in to him. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t fool myself into being certain that he wasn’t right.

“Hold your pussy open for me, Mom.”

I got that funny feeling in my gut that I got when Gary told me what to do instead of asking. I didn’t consider myself a submissive person, but I liked when he took control even in small ways like that. I moved my hands down while still supporting my legs with my arms and spread my lips apart for him.

“Fuck, yeah…beautiful.” He stared at my cunt and began beating off faster.

I adored the way he looked at me with such undisguised lust. It also made me feel good that even though he had a hot young girlfriend who was more than happy to put out, he was still interested in my hairy old pussy. I realized that it was twisted to rely on my son to make me feel good about myself in this way, but there was no turning back.

“There you go, sweetheart. Jerk off on it. I want you to cum all over Mommy’s pussy. Stroke that big cock and shoot your cum on your mother’s cunt.”

“Shit, Mom, I love your cunt. I love your fucking cunt so much. Spread it wider. Oh, yeah. More. Spread your cunt hole open for me. As wide as you can. Fuck, yes!”

I was hurting myself, but I didn’t care. My vagina was gaping open. I’d never put myself on display in such a vulgar way for anyone before, not even my jag off husband. But I was happy to do it for my boy. So happy that I was on the verge of another orgasm myself.

“Oh, Mom…” he groaned. “I want to fuck you so bad.” His hand was flying up and down his thick shaft. He had to be close. “I can see inside your pussy.”

His eyes fluttered and I knew he was about to blow his load. He lurched forward and I felt his cockhead touching my threshold. Was this it? Should I try to stop him? Could I?

“Hold it open,” he begged plaintively. “Hold it open for me, Mom.”

I curled and looked down to see what was happening. His hand slowed right at the critical moment and a fat wad of cum flowed out of his cock and fell down into my gaping hole.

“I’m cumming inside you, Mom. Right in your beautiful, fucking cunt.”

He continued milking himself and we both watched with salacious fascination as more semen drooled from his penis and disappeared down into my gaping pussy hole. He moved forward ever so slightly and the tip of his cock was in my opening. He wasn’t really inside me, but as close as he could get. He continued stroking and filling me with smaller and smaller spurts of cum. It was all I could do not to thrust my hips up and engulf him in my pink flesh. I’m sure it was all he could do not to lean in and plunge himself deep. I held my breath and waited to see what he would do.

My son’s hand slowed to a stop. He held his cock in place, the head dangerously plugging my opening. He pulled back slightly and ran it around the rim of my inviting orifice. I bit my tongue to keep myself from telling him to just shove it in already! It suddenly seemed like a silly boundary to set after all we’d done already. Even more so since I wasn’t able to muster any real conviction in the arbitrary limit I’d set on our sex play.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I said to break the silence.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” The moment of tension passed. He playfully spanked my pussy a few times with his still-hard cock, turned out the light and settled down next to me. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” He pulled the covers up over us as he asked this.

I didn’t want to set a precedent, but I needed him there more than he realized. I put my arms around him and cuddled him to me.

“Just for tonight.” My lips found his in the dark. His hand roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts and ass along its travels. “I can feel all your little sperms wiggling around inside of me.”

“No you can’t,” he scoffed. “Can you?”

I kissed him on the end of his nose. “Geez, that school is doing a lousy job with sex ed if you don’t know that I’m joking about that.”

“I learned more about sex after one minute with you than I could in a whole semester.”

“As long as no one finds out how I’m homeschooling you, Mommy still has a lot to teach you, young man.”

“Good.” He snuggled closer. “Just be sure to give me lots of homework.”

I stroked his hair and it wasn’t long before he was asleep. His face was nestled against one breast, his hand was clutching the other. A few short months ago I’d all but given up on happiness. I never would have guessed I’d find it in the arms of my son. My hand went down between my legs and I tickled my clit. It felt like there was something left undone down there.

My mind replayed recent event as I quietly diddled myself. I should have been recriminating myself for the sinful series lewd acts I’d performed with my son and his teenaged girlfriend, but there was nothing but growing delight with each scene I recalled. I tried to hold all of Gary’s cum inside me as I came, but a little still managed to leak out. There, complete satisfaction.

I reminded myself that I needed to make an appointment to see the doctor. I had to get back on birth control. I wasn’t planning on fucking my son, so I hadn’t thought there was any reason to worry about it, but if he was going to make a habit of shooting his potent load into my open pussy then I had to get some kind of protection. As much as I missed being pregnant and having a baby, it would be a monumentally bad idea to get knocked up by my own son.

Being on birth control would also come in handy for one other reason. I closed my eyes and sketched out the broad strokes of my plan as I drifted off to sleep with a pussy full of my boy’s cum.

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Chapter 19 >>

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3 Comments

3 thoughts on “Open Door Policy 16-18

  1. I often heard the buzzing of my own mother’s vibrator as she called my name. I was very young when the first time I tryed to be able to please mom and take the dildo away from her. “Mom, you don’t have to masturbate with the vibrator “. I noticed that Mom’s pantyhose were all very soaked. I aimed my erect cock through my silky-smooth pantyhose and I slowly and carefully caressed her silky-smooth thighs and she swooned as my penis just barely entered her moist and wanton vaginal opening. ” Mommy needs her son to now give me a nice little cock in Mama’s pussy ” . She liked the attention she got as I had my first fucking. She grabbed my waist and pulled me in . It was so smooth and wet as I was thrusting. She was having a spasm as I was soon learning more about the new sensuously beautiful and wonderful world of my own mother’s cunt.

  2. @Joe: Ick – you’re right, that transition is messed up. I suspect that I had one of my “breaks” between those two chapters and forgot that I had left that “cliffhanger” there. No, they didn’t fuck, but I should go back and try to smooth that part over to resolve it properly. Sorry about that!

  3. Fantastic series, great writing. Wondering what happened right after chapter 17 though. It skipped several hours beginning with 18. He didn’t fuck his mom apparently but he said he was going to.

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