Open Door Policy 19-21

Open Door Policy, Ch. 19
By DirtyMindedMom

I fumbled with the key as I attempted to unlock the door. It wasn’t because I was tipsy from the wine we’d had with dinner, but because my hand was trembling. I hadn’t slept with a man other than my husband – or, should I say, soon-to-be ex-husband – in over twenty years. Richard followed me into my pathetic excuse for an apartment. I didn’t want to turn on any lights and let him see just how bad it was.

“There’s a nice hotel just a few blocks from here,” he said. “I’d really like to treat you to a night there. We could order room services, and–”

“It sounds nice,” I assured him for the third time, “but I’d honestly be more comfortable if we did this here.” God, if he only knew what I was really up to.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and closed the door behind him.

“Would you like something else to drink,” I offered, “or would you rather go straight to my bedroom?”

The handsome stranger came reaching toward me in the near darkness. His strong hands gripped my hips and he pulled me against him. I once again noticed the faint scent of his cologne – nothing overpowering, but just enough to make you want a little more.

“I suppose we both know that we’re here for just one thing.” He kissed me, grabbed my ass and pressed me against his crotch. I could feel the telltale lump in his trousers despite him not yet being fully aroused. I was intrigued and afraid all at once. Maybe this was a bad idea. Well, of course it was a bad idea, but my son had been right. I needed a cock inside me. Even if it wasn’t the cock I wanted, maybe it would at least keep me from taking things any further than they’d already gone with Gary.

As we moved toward the bedroom, I noticed Gary’s door was closed. I had texted him from the ladies’ room at the restaurant as we were about to leave. It appeared he had gotten my message and was following instructions. I hope he doesn’t regret getting what he wished for.

Roger pushed me toward the open door of my bedroom – no, wait, it was Richard. Right? Yes. – Richard kissed me as we went, groping my ass and running a thumb over my dress above my nipple. I had so many different things to feel guilty about, I didn’t know which one to focus on. I couldn’t deny that I wanted this, but it didn’t seem right that it felt as good as it did. Plus, I wasn’t officially divorced yet. I know I didn’t owe that creep any respect after the things he’d done, but by becoming an adulterer myself was I any better than him? And then, of course, there was my sordid ulterior motive in this one-night stand that I’d arranged through an online dating site.

By the time we got into my bedroom my dress was off my shoulders. Richard was kissing my neck. I suspected his show of passion at this stage was more for my benefit. His cock had gone from a lump to a solid bulge. Even without seeing it, I knew it was more than enough to get the job done in the way that I needed. I was really going to go through with this.

“Do you mind if I put a light on?” I asked.

“I would love it,” he replied. The surprise in his voice came through loud and clear.

Like many women my age, I’m not especially proud of my body. There was a time when I was younger that I adored every opportunity to be naked in front of an ardent admirer. I loved eliciting those rapacious looks and wallowing in lustful male adoration. But, with age and motherhood come certain changes, and none of them are particularly flattering. I didn’t want the lights on for my own benefit, or even for his. There was someone else who I wanted to have a clear view of my mature body that night.

I flipped on the small reading lamp next to my bed. I tried to ignore the pitying expression on his face when he saw that my bed was nothing more than a mattress on the floor and my dresser was a pair of over-stuffed suitcases. I undid his belt and pulled down his pants to distract him. Once his cock was in my mouth, Richard wasn’t paying any attention to my disheveled living conditions.

Something felt off as I worked my lips up and down his hard shaft. The head was bulbous, not the sleek cap I had become so familiar with lately. And there was a sharp downward bend at the very end, causing the tip to drag along my tongue rather than glide along the roof of my mouth the way I had come to prefer. This combination of alien shapes caused me to gag and I couldn’t take him nearly as deep as I could my son. I wondered if he was seeing this. Was Gary peeking in and seeing his mother on her knees sucking a strange man’s cock? The idea that he was excited me more than the blowjob I was delivering.

Richard’s light moans told me he was enjoying my oral skills, but soon he signaled for me to stand. He was young enough, mid-thirties was my guess, that he could probably manage more than one orgasm in in a single fuck session, but he apparently didn’t want to blow a load right out of the gate. Gary would have simply shot his spunk down my throat without a second thought, knowing he could play with me again any time of the day or night.

We were kissing once more, his tongue was in my mouth and my tits were out of my dress. His hands played across my chest. It felt good, but it didn’t inspire the kind of delight my son’s hands did. Damn it, I had to stop comparing and just enjoy the experience I was having.

Richard maneuvered me to the mattress. He peeled my dress the rest of the way off as we went. He deftly removed my stockings and panties in between taking off his shirt and socks. We were both naked in the unforgiving light of my reading lamp. Had he noticed the faint stretch marks on my belly from when I was pregnant 16 years ago? Was he wondering why I hadn’t done a better job at losing those extra ten pounds I was carrying? Was he disappointed that my tits sagged as much as they did now that my bra wasn’t holding them up? I didn’t worry about any of these things when I was naked with Gary. I felt comfortable with him knowing his love for me as his mother allowed him to accept me just the way I was, flaws and all.

Richard moved down and parted my legs. When he began licking my pussy, I forced myself to relax and focus on the good sensations my body was feeling. The knot in my stomach slowly eased. His technique was good; not the clumsy, wandering style my son used when he was eating me out. His tongue glided expertly from one erogenous zone to the other with purpose. He definitely had a lot of experience at this, and it was obvious he was one of those guys who relished cunnilingus.

I had a sense that I was being watched and opened my eyes. My heart leapt when I saw Gary looking in through my open door. He caught my eye and smiled. Good, he didn’t seem upset that I was spreading my legs for some guy I picked up online for a fuck-date. My son gave me the thumbs up and I suddenly felt ten times sexier than I had a moment earlier.

Gary stepped into the doorway, giving me a full view of him. He had his t-shirt and boxer shorts on, but his cock was out over top of the elastic waist band, and it was as hard as I’d come to expect. I wanted that cock in my mouth so badly at that moment. He was touching his hard-on lightly, saving himself for the big event. He waggled his tongue at me, teasing me about how I was getting my pussy licked. It was all I could do not to laugh, and I silently signaled for him to behave by shaking an index finger at him in mock seriousness. It was right about then that Richard began concentrating on my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned involuntarily. I smiled when Gary’s eyes went wide. “That’s it, suck my clit. Work that tongue all up and down my hot pussy.”

My son loved hearing me talk dirty. He wrapped his hand around his erection, but just squeezed, not trusting himself to start stroking yet.

“You like that slutty pussy, don’t you?”

“Mm hm,” came Richard’s muffled response. He had no idea I was directing my comments to the teen boy watching us. Would he freak out if he knew? The risk of being caught using him in this way only made it all the more exciting.

I grabbed his hair and began humping his face. No matter how the rest of the night went, I was at least going to get a good cum out of it. Richard matched my motions, steadily working his tongue over my stiff clit while sucking at the same time. His hands cradled my hips as he feasted on my cunt. It was hard to focus as I mounted the precipice, but I could see that Gary was now pumping his cock as he watched. He’d seen me cum before, but never like this.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it, that’s it, suck that pussy, just like that, yes, yes, yes!” My body convulsed as all the built-up tension suddenly released in a wild rush. It wasn’t as intense as some of the orgasms I’d had with my son over the past few weeks, but it was certainly up there. I felt tranquil and dreamy all of the sudden. I wanted to laugh and let Richard in on the joke, but I still had enough wits about me to keep my mouth shut.

Gary tip-toed back out of the room, positioning himself just out of sight. Richard climbed on top of me, his engorged cock batting against my inner thigh as he mounted me.

“Condom,” I managed to whisper.

If he was disappointed he didn’t show it. He fetched a string of silvery-blue packages from his pants pocket. He ripped one of the little square packets off. Once he opened it, I took the rubber from him and slowly adorned his erection with it. In about five seconds that strange cock was going to be inside my pussy. My first new penis in decades. Maybe the first of many to come.

I lay back and opened my legs. Richard looked me over. His expression didn’t show any hint of dissatisfaction. His lack of repulsion at my aging body wasn’t much of a compliment, but it was all I needed to go through with it.

He lowered himself on top of me and after a few tentative pokes he found my opening without either of us using our hands. That bulbous head pressed against my threshold for a moment, then popped inside. God damn, that was good. He eased himself forward, filling me inch by inch. As good as it was, I knew that if it was my son’s cock it would feel even better. Richard buried himself to the hilt, then drew back. After a few more slow insertions, he began fucking me in earnest.

The feeling of being fucked was familiar, but everything was just a little different. His smell, the weight of his body, the way he propped himself over me, the pace, and the twist he gave his hips at the end of each stroke. It felt wrong in some ways, but not wrong enough for me to want to stop. I felt like a slut, but that didn’t bother me as much as it should have. In fact, it actually added to the enjoyment. I couldn’t see him, but I knew my son was watching. Did he like seeing what a big slut his mom was becoming?

I put my feet up in the air. As I hoped it would, this prompted Richard to push my legs back further, hooking them over his shoulders. This forced my hips to angle upward and meant he had to lift himself higher to keep fucking me. I knew that this position would give Gary a chance to see Richard’s cock plunging in and out of my pussy. I pictured my boy crouched down near the bottom of my mattress holding his cock and watching his mother’s pussy getting fucked.

“Oh, shit…” I whimpered, thinking more about the view my son was getting than anything else.

“You like that?” Richard growled, tentatively joining in with the sex talk.

“Mmm, yeah. Shove that big cock in me. Fuck my horny pussy hard.”

He did just that. The sounds of our fucking became louder. Flesh slapping against flesh. His grunts, my moans. The squelch of strange cock slamming into my sopping wet pussy. I was dying to call out to my son. “Can you see it? Can you see Mommy getting fucked? How do you like watching that big cock pounding your mother’s cunt?” But I knew better than to let those words out.

“Hard enough for you, bitch?”

I wasn’t sure I liked the “bitch” part, but it really didn’t matter. I didn’t care about this guy, and he didn’t care about me. This wasn’t about mutual respect or any of that shit. We were only out to get our rocks off. I could let him call me whatever he wanted knowing I’d never see him again.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” I was being driven into my mattress with each forceful thrust. The sweat began to rise across his back as I scraped my fingernails over his skin. He’d probably banged a desperate middle-aged woman just like me a couple nights ago, but he was going at it like he was just released from prison. The surplus of intensity almost made up for the lack of any emotion between us. I realized I was already close to cumming again.

“Make me cum!” I cried. “Make my pussy cum, motherfucker!” I almost laughed out loud at myself. I’d never used that word before in my life. It felt strange on my tongue, but it was perfectly apt for the situation, I thought. I hoped Gary appreciated the gesture.

“Yeah, cum on my cock, bitch. Oh, fuck! C’mon, do it!”

As I approached my second climax of the night, I realized that he was holding back and waiting until I came before he did. A surprisingly gentlemanly gesture given the circumstances. I got lucky with this one.

That thought and all others were instantly erased the moment my orgasm broke. The tide of pleasure swept through me like some kind of addictive drug being released into my veins. I wondered again what my son was seeing. Could he tell how my pussy muscles were convulsing? Was he seeing how my asshole clenched and relaxed with each spasm? Was there enough light for him to detect the flood of juices flowing out of me? I wanted him to get the show he’d been hoping for.

It only took a few more pumps before Randy (or Roger, or Richard) to go off. He came loudly and with a manly force I’d not experienced since my more adventurous college days. My useless excuse for a husband was a quiet cummer, soft and mewling. Gary was more expressive, but he didn’t yet have the confidence to let loose as aggressively as this self-possessed stranger did. I have to admit, I liked it.

He finished spewing into his condom, stirred his cock around inside me for another minute, which was nice, then rolled off of me. The first thing I did was check to make sure my son wasn’t about to get caught. I didn’t see him. I wasn’t sure where he was hiding, but I was able to relax. After we’d both had some time to recover, I went about carefully removing his rubber. It was full of a nice big healthy load. My mind flashed back to when I had fished a similar looking item out of Valerie’s bald, teen pussy. This one didn’t have the same appeal as that one did, probably because it wasn’t filled with my own boy’s spunk.

I reached for a second condom. “Let’s get you ready for round two.” I took his half-erect cock in my mouth and began to suck. The taste of semen and latex was strong but not entirely unappealing. I tongued his head, ran my lips down his shaft, sucked his balls, and soon I had him back at full attention. His hands were tucked behind his head like a Roman emperor as he watched me work. I slipped the fresh condom on his crooked cock and got on top. This time Gary was going to get an eyeful!

“You are one horny lady,” he remarked as I lowered myself onto his hard-on. He was feeling pretty proud of himself. I wonder how proud he would feel if he knew the only reason I was that horny wasn’t because of him, but rather that I knew my son was watching us and jerking off this whole time?

“You have no idea,” I countered and plugged his mouth with one of my pendulous breasts. He gratefully began to suckle as I slowly rode up and down on his stiff rod.

I put his hands on my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, then spread them apart as I expected him to. That should provide a nice view from behind for anyone who might be looking. I was seized with the sudden desire for my son to sneak up and slip a finger in my asshole, or maybe something else. I’d never been with two men at the same time before, but I suddenly saw the advantages of it. How amazing would it feel to have two cocks in me at the same time?

These thoughts spurred me on and I was moving faster. I added some hip action to my up and down motions. It felt good, but that downturn at the end of his cock meant he wasn’t quite hitting me where I wanted. I pictured Gary’s gorgeous, young penis and instinctively knew it would get me in all the right places. The hairs prickled on the back of my neck as I thought of him being under me instead of this random guy. I knew I shouldn’t go there, not even in the privacy of my mind, but the thought of fucking my own son was becoming more and more insistent.

I could feel him watching at that moment. I imagined I could almost hear his balls patting softly against his hand as he stroked himself. I felt an aching need for something, but wasn’t sure what. I rode that cock, knowing he was seeing it all. Seeing his mother’s pussy lips wrapped around a strange man’s stiff prick. Smelling the hot odors of our sex filling the room. Hearing the sounds of my cunt getting fucked. I couldn’t believe we were actually sharing this moment together.

As a mother, this is exactly the sort of thing I should have been shielding him from. A boy shouldn’t know what his mom looks like when she’s riding a big cock. That part of my life should be private and separate. But it no longer was. And I knew it never would be again. I wanted him to see. I was enthralled by the idea that my son, the child I gave birth to and raised, knew exactly what my pussy looked like, and how it smelled, and especially what it tasted like. I should have been repelled by these very thoughts, but it only made me hornier. I suddenly knew what I was aching for.

I lifted my weight just enough to rotate my body. I turned to face the other way without letting Richard’s prick slip from my pussy. I hadn’t tried that trick in years and was quite pleased that I was still limber enough to pull it off.

“Oh, yeah,” he crowed once I was settled into my reverse cowgirl position. Again, he thought I was doing this all for his benefit. I bounded my butt up and down, giving him the show he was expecting.

It only took a few moments for me to spot Gary peeking around the corner into my bedroom. When he saw that the strange man’s view was blocked by my body, he risked poking his head in and getting a better view. I signaled fir him to come closer. He tip-toed in, making sure to stay where he wouldn’t be seen. His boxers were gone. He looked so cute sporting nothing but a t-shirt and a boner.

I leaned back, opened my legs, and continued fucking. Yeah, this was what I needed. I needed to see my son watching me. He took his erection in his hand and lightly pulled on it. His eyes couldn’t settle in just one place. They darted from my pussy, to my bounding tits, to my smiling face. I spread my labia and showed him how hard my clitty was. He licked his lips to let me know he appreciated my crude display.

As far as I knew, this was the first time anyone other than my partner was seeing me have sex. I’d always feared being caught in the act. I’d never fool around anywhere in public if there was a chance of someone happening along. Even when I was in a hotel room, I would tamp down my normal noises for fear of someone in an adjacent room hearing me. But this was something different.

I not only enjoyed being watched, I was absolutely loving it. I suspect it was mainly due to who my voyeur was, but maybe I was discovering something about myself I had never known before. Who would have ever guessed that becoming incestuously involved with my own son would open up new sexual horizons for me – especially at my age?

Richard’s hands came around my sides and found their way up to my tits. Gary and I both knew all it would take would be for him to lean to one side or the other and our little game would be exposed. This only made it more exciting. I lifted myself up until the head of my one-night-fuck’s cock was almost out of me, then I slid down it nice and slow. Gary watched the rubber-encased shaft ease into his mother’s pussy until it was completely engulfed. His face was a mix of awe and envy as he began tugging his cock faster. It was painfully obvious that he so dearly wanted it to be his cock going inside of me instead.

I watched my son jerking off. His attention had become firmly focused down between my legs. I fucked the hard cock down there as sensually and as lewdly as I could. I exaggerated my movements and moaned with each renewed penetration. Gary had jokingly called me a porn star before, and now I was starting to really feel the role.

I began rubbing my clit. The cock inside me felt good, but in this position it wouldn’t be enough to get me off. Gary was working his hard-on as fast as he could without making any noise. I knew he was close and I wanted us to cum at the same time as him. I strummed my stiff nub and brought myself closer and closer in concert with my masturbating boy.

He looked up at me with that faraway expression of desperate longing and I knew the moment had arrived. I moved my hand faster and pressed the stranger’s cock as deep into me as I could. That bulbous head jammed against my farthest limits and as thick, white ropes of sperm began erupting from my son’s swollen penis, I screamed and hit my peak.

At that, Robert – or whatever his fucking name was – gripped my hips and began pistoning himself up into me. It was brutal and feral like nothing I’d experienced in decades, but it was exactly what I needed right then. Gary’s mouth formed a silent O and he jerked more semen out of his cock, spraying the carpet with yet one more helping of his DNA. I’m sure the security deposit would cover cum stains, wouldn’t it?

Richard’s animal yelps quieted to a contented hum as his body gradually went still beneath me. Gary’s whole body shuddered and a few more drops of cum flew from the tip of his dick. I wanted to lick him so badly just then. He shook his head, doing his best to clear the orgasmic haze, then began backing out with the stealth of a half-naked ninja.

I waited until he was safely back in the hallway before I fell sideways onto the mattress. The stranger’s hand patted my bare hip. He was either praising me for a job well done or congratulating me for being able to pull off a performance like that at my age. Either way, I didn’t care. His opinion wasn’t the one that mattered to me.

After waiting what I thought was the minimum amount of time that decorum would allow, I thanked him for a lovely evening. He informed me that he could go for another round if I was up for it, but I assured him I’d gone beyond my limit for one night. Whether he was convinced by my lie or not, he visited the bathroom, dressed, kissed me on the cheek and let himself out. I was relieved that he didn’t bother to say he’d call.

Almost as soon as the door closed behind him, Gary was coming into my room, shedding his shirt as he hopped into my bed. The smell of sex was still heavy in the air.

“Well?” I posed.

“Well, yourself,” he shot back. “Was I right? Was that what you’ve been missing?”

“Yes, in a way. But what made tonight special was you being there with me.” I held my arms out to him and he snuggled up into my embrace. “I can get by just fine with my toys. The only thing I really need is you.” We hugged for a long while and I felt his cock grow hard against my belly.

“You looked insanely sexy, Mom.”

“Just like a porn star?”

“Way better. I never imagined you could fuck like that.”

“Just because I’m old?”

“Not that, but just because, I don’t know, you’re a mom. I mean, I always knew in some way that you were sexy, but I guess I never thought you could be like that.”

“So, you enjoyed the show?”

“Wasn’t it obvious? I came so hard I thought my balls were going to turn inside out.”

I worked my hand down there and fondled his balls. “They seem just fine now.”

“How many times did you cum?”

“Once when he was eating me, and twice when we were fucking. I could go for a few more though. What d’ya say?”

“I say…” He began sucking one of my nipples as his way of finishing his answer.

“Ooo, that’s nice.” I ran my fingers through his hair and let the happy tingles spread through me. The touch of my son’s mouth electrified me in a way the stranger’s simply couldn’t. “Put your fingers in Mommy’s pussy. Yeah, that’s it, all four. Oh, shit, yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy with your fingers.”

My darling boy vigorously masturbated me to a quick orgasm. It was easy to tell his sexual prowess had improved over the past weeks. I’m sure having free access to two pussies went a long way to accelerating his bedroom skills. He really knew how to handle a pussy now, and he was only going to get better with practice. I was more than happy to give him as much of that as he wanted.

“My turn,” he said after giving me enough time to enjoy the afterglow of my hand-crafted climax.

He climbed on top of me, nudging me flat onto my back. There was a moment of panic when I thought he was going to try to fuck me. I wasn’t so much worried that he was going to try it, but more by what I was going to do. Did I have the willpower to stop him? Should I even bother?

But the crisis passed when he straddled my middle, laid his cock along the center of my chest, and gathered each of my tits up in a hand and pressed them together around his hard-on. This was a first.

“When you were on top of that guy…” He slid his cock up between my breasts. “And you were facing me…” He pulled back and did it again. “Your boobs were bouncing everywhere as you fucked up and down…” This time when he slid forward, I licked the tip of his dick when it poked up from between my cleavage. “You looked so fucking sexy, Mom. All I could think about was doing this.” He squeezed my tits hard and fucked them a few more times, savoring every stroke.

I hadn’t done a titjob since before I was married, and I remembered not being terribly fond of them. But, seeing the look of salacious joy on my son’s face changed everything. I was sure there’d be a lot more titty fucking in the near future for me.

“Hand me the lotion,” I said, pointing to the body cream on the floor next to my mattress.

He knew what I had in mind and fetched the tube without hesitation. I squirted a big dollop between my breasts, then pushed them together and held them tight. Gary eased his cock back into the fleshy crease that was formed. After a few strokes everything was well lubricated. I could tell by the plaintive noises he was making that the experience was much improved for him. As it was for me.

“Go ahead, baby, fuck Mommy’s big titties. They’re all yours.”

He lowered himself to improve his thrusting angle and began seriously humping my boobs. I kissed his belly as he heaved atop me. I desperately wanted to touch my pussy while this was going on, but I’d have to wait until he got off for that. If only Richard were still here, or even that little slut Valerie.

Gary’s hips rubbed my nipples with each passionate lunge. There was a good chance he was going to make me cum from that alone. I crossed my ankles and flexed my cunt muscles in rhythm with him.

“Mom…this feels so awesome…fucking your tits…is better than fucking Val’s pussy.”

I found that hard to believe, but I loved hearing it. I knew that having his cock inside a pussy had to feel way better physically, so it had to be the almost unimaginable idea of doing this to his own mother that must have made it seem better. Although, if given the choice to fuck that guy again or do this, I take the titty fuck from my son every time.

“I’m going to cum, Mom! I’m gonna cum all over your big, beautiful fucking tits!”

His back arched and he let out a strangled cry as he released his load. I felt the warm cream hit me under the chin, then a spurt landed on my throat, the rest flowed out high up on my chest and began to ooze to the left and right. A classic pearl necklace.

He continued working himself between my fat tits for another half a minute before finally slowing to a stop.

“I’m two seconds away from cumming,” I panted.

“You want my fingers again?”

“No, come up here and rub your cock on my face.” I almost giggled hearing myself say that. I’d never asked a man to do that to me before, but there I was dying to feel my son’s dick all over my face.

He moved higher and did as I asked. He was pressed up against the peeling wallpaper of my bedroom wall. I turned my head feeling his shaft on my cheeks, this moist cockhead along my brow, and his silken pouch on my lips. I pressed the heel of my hand over my clit and applied fluctuating pressure. I wanted to cum so bad, but I didn’t want it to happen too fast.

His cock smelled of my lavender body lotion and fresh jizz. The cum on my neck and chest tickled my skin as I indulged in the decadence of his penis. I couldn’t get enough of it. My orgasmic moans were muffled by both his balls being in my mouth at the same time. What kind of mother was I to get such sublime pleasure out of something so unthinkable? The first orgasm was quickly followed by a second, and even a third smaller one that left no doubt this was the best sex I’d ever had, or might ever have.

Gary gently took his balls back from me, then turned off the light. I was unable to move. My every muscle was slack. He cuddled in next to me and pulled the blanket up over our naked bodies.

“Is it okay if I sleep in your bed with you tonight?”

“I should say no,” I muttered sleepily.

His fingers twirled my pussy hair while he waited to see if I would actually say no. I hugged him closer and fell asleep with my darling baby in my arms.

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 20
by DirtyMindedMom

It was a crappy day at work, and an even crappier commute home. By the time I dragged my butt up three flights of stairs to reach my door, all I wanted to do was take a hot shower, get into my PJs and pass out. I stepped into the apartment to find a pair of teenagers making out on the sofa. God, where did they find the energy?

They were both still dressed, with my son on top of his girlfriend grinding his crotch against hers. She had her legs wrapped around his hips and one hand firmly gripping his butt. He had one of his hands up her shirt, and his tongue halfway down her throat. I couldn’t help but want to swap places with the lucky little slut.

“Oh, hi, Mom. Didn’t realize it was so late,” Gary said when he heard the door close.

“Hi, Mrs. Harden,” Valerie piped up from beneath my son. She wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by the fact that my boy was fondling her tit as she greeted me. I’d told her that she could call me Joanne, but apparently she got off on using my formal name. My son sure knew how to pick ‘em.

“Don’t mind me, kids. I’m going to grab a quick shower then be in my room.”

“We were just going to go to my room, Mom, so if you want to watch TV…”

“Thanks, honey, but I’m beat. You two do whatever you want…” I headed for the bathroom. “…except make me a grandmother.”

I heard Valerie giggle for a moment before her mouth was once again occupied by my son’s tongue. I was a little relieved that Gary would have someone to take care of him this evening. As much as I loved playing with him, at my age a night off from kinky debauchery would be a welcomed respite.

I stripped down to nothing as soon as I reached my bedroom, then crossed the hallway to the bathroom not caring if either of the horny teenagers saw me. It was nice not to have to worry about being naked in my own home. Out of habit, I left the bathroom door open, turned on the shower, and once the room was filled with swirling steam I stepped under the spray.

Those first moments were almost better than sex. Almost.

The hot water caressed my tired flesh, loosening my muscles, draining the tension out of my shoulders and lower back. It felt better than I deserved. I luxuriated under the water, feeling the grime and sweat of the day cascading off of my body with each passing second. I ran my soapy hands over my breasts, down my belly, and between my legs. Parts of me began to come alive that had been rendered dormant during the course of my workday. My hands massaged my tits. I loved the slippery looseness of them. How they flopped and slapped together as I played with them. The suds made my boobs feel softer than normal, and it was all I could do to force myself to rinse off.

I stepped out of the shower and began toweling myself dry. I was unable to resist admiring my thick tuft of pubic hair in the foggy mirror. I swiped it clear so I could get a better look. I’d considered shaving several times since I’d started messing around with my son, but there was something too alluring about a nicely trimmed patch of womanly cunt hair to let go of. I was startled by a friendly knock at the door jamb.

Gary leaned in with a lusty leer. There was a time not too long ago that I would have screamed and covered myself up, but now it felt completely normal to let my boy see me naked like this. Him being naked as well wasn’t a shock to me either, but rather much appreciated. His hard cock jutted out from his own recently cultivated patch of pubic hair and got my juices stirring all the more.

“Hey, Mom, Valerie wanted me to ask you something.” He inspected me up and down when I turned to face him. “Looking good, by the way.”

“Thanks, baby cakes.” Yeah, that definitely had me juicy. Looked like there’d be some nasty battery-powered business to attend to very soon. There goes my pussy’s night off.

“Ah, so me and Valerie were about to fuck and she told me check to see if you wanted to watch.”

“Are you sure this wasn’t your idea, mister?”

“No, I swear, Mom.” He leaned into the bathroom and lowered his voice. “She’s totally hot for you. Don’t ask me why.” My son made a show of ogling my nakedness and licking his lips.

I gave him a light slap, and squeezed his cheeks together. “So much for my plan of curling up under the covers for a much-deserved nap.” I leaned in, kissed him on the lips, and gripped his erection. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

I finished drying off and put some body lotion on. At least now I wouldn’t have to just imagine what the two of them were doing in the next room, or have to guess what was happening based on the noises I could hear. My clit was throbbing, but I did my best not to touch it. I’d hate to end up making myself cum before I even got to see the teen sex show I’d been invited to.

Once in my room, I debated about whether I should slip something on. After running through my options, I decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. I grabbed my vibrator out from under my pillow and headed to Gary’s bedroom.

Valerie was lying on the bed nude. When I appeared in the doorway, a big smile came across her face when she saw I was naked. She let her legs fall open, exposing her hairless crotch. Her pussy lips were already swollen with desire, and a hint of glistening wetness was evident. Gary was opening a condom packet.

“Let your mom put it on for you,” Valerie suggested. Damn, she really was into this deviant mother-son thing we had going on here.

Gary tossed the empty wrapper aside and offered me the greasy rubber with a grin.

“Are you completely hard?” I asked seductively.

He looked down. “I don’t know, Mom, you tell me.”

I took him in my hand and gave him a few tugs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Valerie’s fingers go to her clit. “Only one way to be sure.”

I bent over and took my son’s cock into my mouth. I’m pretty sure I heard a moan coming from the bed. I sucked Gary’s cock down to the back of my throat, then drew back slowly. I tongued his head, licking along the length of his pee hole, then took him all the way. My nose brushed against his belly as I struggled to swallow all of him. I was on the verge of gagging, but I held him like that for a few good seconds before pulling back and sucking in a deep breath.

“Oh, shit, Mrs. Harden,” Valerie whispered in awe. “You’re going to have to teach me how to do that.”

“I’m sure Gary would love for you to learn that little trick.” I wasn’t about to admit that was the first time I’d ever deep-throated a cock before. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to do it, but something had taken hold of me in the moment. I was definitely going to have to try that again.

I placed the condom over the end of his hard-on and began rolling it down with one hand as I fondled his silken ball sack with the other. “But right now I want to see my son’s hard cock sliding into that darling little pussy of yours.”

“Can you check to make sure I’m wet enough?” Valerie spread her lips apart. It was evident from just looking at her that she was more than wet enough, but that’s not what she really wanted.

“Hmm, let me see.” I knelt on the mattress, lowered my head down between her legs, and ran my tongue from just beneath her pussy hole, over her pulsating opening, up along her puffy inner lips, and across her stiff little clitty. That was all I was planning on doing, but then I found myself going back down for another taste. I pushed my tongue as far into her tight cunt hole as I could and swirled it around. “I’d say this is one delicious pussy that is more than ready to get fucked.”

“Th…thanks,” she stammered. She looked up at Gary like he had better hurry up and shove his cock into her before she came without him.

After watching his mother lick his girlfriend’s twat, I’m sure he needed nothing more than a stiff breeze to fill that condom. “Move over, Mom, it’s magic time.”

Valerie and I exchanged eye rolls as I made way for Gary and his boner. “Do you want to him help get it in?” she asked, making it sound like a perfectly innocent request. I reached between them, took my son’s cock and guided it toward her waiting vagina. I couldn’t help rubbing the head around her clit a few times, and swabbing it up and down the length of her slit.

“Now just relax,” I advised Valerie unnecessarily, “and let his hard cock slide all the way inside of you as far as it can go.” Looking up at my handsome son, I said, “Be gentle with her, put it in nice and slow.”

Gary’s cock eased through my grip and into his girlfriend’s pussy. This was surely the most depraved, and hottest, thing I’d ever done in my life. “That’s it, fill up her cunt with that big penis.”

Valerie moaned. I couldn’t tell if it was from the words I was using or from the dick being fed into her fuck hole. “That feels so gooood,” she cooed. One of her hands found my dangling breast. She pinched my nipple lightly as my son was reaching his limit.

“Almost there.” I reluctantly pulled my hand away, grazing my fingers over her clit as I did. She writhed and bit her lower lip, eyes half closed. I decided to return the favor and slid my hand up to her chest and began toying with one of her nipples. “All the way in, sweetie, as deep as you can go.”

Gary pushed his hips into her and let out a shuddering breath. “Damn, Mom, I never knew anything could feel this awesome. I want to fuck every single day for the rest of my life.”

I had to smile at that. “Don’t we all.” I gave Valerie’s nipple a little twist. “Now start soft and easy. In and out.” Gary drew back about halfway and went deep again. “Good. Just like that. Focus on what it feels like. Listen to the sounds she’s making. Pay attention to how her body is responding.”

They looked into each other’s eyes as they continued to fuck. It would have been a heartwarming moment for me if I wasn’t so damned horny!

“Can you see okay, Mrs. Harden? Can you see your son’s cock going in and out of me?” She pushed up against Gary’s chest to make sure I could see down between them.

“I can,” I assured her. It was a beautiful sight, I had to admit.

“Do you like this?” she went on breathily. “You like watching us fuck?”

“I love it, Valerie. I’m so glad you invited me in.”

“You get horny seeing your son’s cock, don’t you? You like to touch it, and suck it even though you’re his mom.”

“That’s true. It’s my very, very dirty secret.”

Gary stayed quiet and concentrated on keeping his thrusts into her pussy even and controlled. I suspected that if it wasn’t for the condom, he would have blown his load in her already.

“So fucking dirty,” she moaned. “Are you going to touch yourself, Mrs. Harden? Is your pussy all wet like mine? I want you to masturbate while you watch us fuck. I want to cum at the same time as you.”

I had a feeling this girl had been spending a lot of time thinking about having both me and my son naked in bed with her at the same time. It was like she was trying to play out all her fantasies at once.

“You want me to masturbate?”

“Uh huh,” she moaned.

“Want me to play with myself while I watch my son fuck your tight little pussy?”

“God, yesss…”

“What about you, Gary? Do you mind if your mother masturbates her naked cunt while you shove your cock into your girlfriend’s horny fuck hole?”

“Go for it, Mom, but hurry up because I’m not going to last much longer with the two of you talking like this!”

“No problem, sweetie. Valerie, can you be a dear and hand me my dildo?”

She groped around on the bed next to her until she found it and passed the toy to me. “This is so fucking kinky,” she gushed. “I love it!”

Without turning on the vibrations, I slipped the fake cock into my well-lubricated pussy. “Oh, yeah…” I sighed.

“Are you doing it?” Valerie asked. “I can’t see. Are you fucking yourself?”

I moved so that I was kneeling next to her head. “I’m doing it, honey. I’m fucking myself just like you wanted.”

She turned her head and saw me rapidly driving the dildo in and out of my cunt just inches away from her face. “Oh, shit, that’s so hot. Look at your mom’s pussy, Gary. Your mom is fucking masturbating right in front of us.”

My son did as he was told and took a good long look at my pussy. He’d seen it plenty of times before, but it still gave me a charge to see the lascivious gleam in his eye when I exposed myself to him. I pulled the toy out and held my hole open wide for both to see. “Look at Mommy’s pussy, sweetheart. Your mother’s cunt is so horny right now.” I jammed the dildo back in and plunged it deep.

“Fuck me harder,” Valerie demanded through gritted teeth. She lifted her knees to provide a better angle for her to take the coming rough ride. “Pound that cock into my fucking pussy.”

Gary bore down and got to work. He held himself up, his arms straight, triceps bulging, sweat beginning to show across his back. How I would have loved to be able to be in Valerie’s place right then. Even though I had finally gotten laid a couple nights earlier, I had the nagging sense that there had been something missing. There was no connection with that one-night stranger. Definitely not the deep, loving, unbreakable kind of connection I had with my son.

I pulled the rubber cock out of my pussy again and touched the tip to Valerie’s lips. Without a second thought she took it in her mouth. She sucked it greedily as nasal moans still came from her in rhythm with the nearly brutal fucking she was receiving. I wouldn’t be surprised if the insides of her thighs were covered in bruises the next day. I pulled the nasty lollipop away and shoved it back in my twat.

“Fuuuck. I just tasted your mom’s pussy,” she said and raked her fingernails down Gary’s arms. “Your mom’s cunt tastes so good.” She grabbed his head and pulled him down. “Kiss me!”

My boy’s tongue was in her mouth, moving around with impassioned fervor, tasting his own mother’s pussy on his girlfriend’s lips. I detected the mounting noises of her impending orgasm and worked my pussy faster. I matched my son’s pace, imagining it was his cock being rammed into me, pretending it was me he was fucking like a steam-powered piston. “Fuck her, baby! Make her cum!” In my head, I replaced the word ‘her” with “me.”

“I’m cumming!” Valerie announced urgently. “Cum with me, Mrs. Harden!” Her hand flailed out and grabbed my thigh. “Fucking cuuuuum!” Her legs began to shake and her eyes rolled back. Her body tensed to the point where she almost couldn’t get a sound out.

Seeing her plummet into the throes of such an intense orgasm was all it took to set me off. I began to cum also. “Oh, shit,” I grunted in a very unladylike manner. “Fuck me! Fuck my fucking cunt!” I called out. This was about when Valerie was able to catch her breath and let out a plaintive wail of ecstasy that nearly drowned out my string of curses. It’s a wonder the neighbors hadn’t called the police already. We were about halfway through our climaxes when Gary finally gave in.

His back arched and he pushed his hips forward, straining with every muscle. He let out a masculine yell and emptied his balls. God, he looked sexy. We all went still except for our heaving chests. The sound of our mixed breathing was an erotic form of music in its own right. I tried my best to focus on that instead of the realization that I was yet again in the midst of a criminal liaison with a pair of under aged teens. Gary lifted himself, ready to pull out.

“Let me make sure the condom doesn’t come off,” I said, reaching down between their sweaty bodies and pinching the ring at the base of my son’s penis.

He slowly drew himself out. The tip of the condom was bulbous with pearly fluid. Valerie watched through hooded eyes as I carefully worked the rubber off of his cock, which was still as hard as ever. I put the used condom aside and turned back to admire my boy’s semen-coated erection.

“You want to suck it again, don’t you, Mrs. Harden?” Valerie’s voice was soft and inviting. “I can tell you want to taste your son’s cum. Go ahead. Suck his cock.”

I was trying my best to resist doing just that, but there was no point in fighting it. I took Gary into my mouth once more. The strong flavor of his sperm sent goosebumps over my naked flesh. I took my time and gently savored his penis. Valerie gingerly rubbed her clit as she watched.

“Mmm, your mother really loves your cock, doesn’t she? Look how happy she is sucking you clean.” She rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and continued to work her pussy. “Get it all, don’t miss any.”

I didn’t need to be guided in this. There was no way I was going to let any of my boy’s delicious cum get left behind. Once his shaft was clean, I licked the pungent sweat from his balls. He lovingly stroked my hair as I tended to his cock. No matter how hot Valerie was, she would never treat him as good as I could, and he knew it.

“Now me,” she said with the innocent lilt of a jealous child. Gary and I looked and saw her holding her pussy open, her clit protruding prominently. “Clean me up, too, Mrs. Harden.”

I looked up at my son. He smiled and nodded, then moved so I could once again get between her legs. I could tell she was holding her breath, waiting for the moment my tongue touched her clit. She let out a sound that was half moan and half giggle. “My goodness, Valerie, how did your pussy get so dirty?”

Her giggling was cut short when I enveloped the topmost area of her bare vulva with my mouth and began to suck. This was a decadent treat that I certainly shouldn’t have been allowing myself. Even so, I was going to enjoy it anyway. As I sucked his girlfriend’s cunt, Gary’s hand slid along my back, over a cheek, and made its way to my moist center. He dipped the tip of a finger in my pussy, then moved it up to my tight pucker. Valerie was too preoccupied to notice him playing with my asshole as I flicked her engorged clitty. I was about to go down and tongue-fuck her hole when a phone rang.

There was some fumbling, then Valerie had her cell phone in her hand. These kids never let those things get out of reach.

“Fuck, it’s my mom. Shhh!” She hit a button and put the phone to her ear. “Yeah?” The aroma of her freshly-fucked pussy taunted me. “I know. I’m at the bus stop now,” she lied insistently. A dribble of pussy cream leaked out of her. “It’s running late, what’d’ya want me to do?” I caught dribble on my tongue before it reached her asshole. There was a sharp intake of breath. “Nothing…I almost sat in gum is all.” I wiggled my tongue upward until I reached the source. “Fine. Yes. I will.” I plugged her hole and swirled, tasting the powerful tang of her sex. “Bye…” The phone slipped from her hand and bounced on the bed.

“I don’t want to go,” she whined and put her hands on my head, pulling me into her cunt. “I want to stay here with you guys all night.”

I began lapping her pussy from bottom to top. I wanted to make this last, too, but I needed to be a responsible adult and makes sure she got going sooner rather than later. I brought my full focus back to her clit.

“Oh, God. She had no idea my boyfriend’s mom was eating my pussy while she was talking to me.” She began humping my face. “This is…so…fucking…crazy…unnnnnggggggh!” And just like that she came in my mouth. Her convulsions forced out a small flow of sex juices that I felt wetting my chin on their way to the bedsheets beneath us. It wouldn’t take much practice for this girl to be a true squirter.

“Okay, kids, that’s a wrap.” I tried not to pout when the finger popped out of my ass. “Wash up real quick and get dressed. “I’m giving you a ride to the bus stop by your house, okay?”

“That would totally save my life, Mrs. Harden!” she said as that delectable pussy of hers disappeared under a pair of cute, cotton underpants with little pink bows at the sides.

“It would be a bummer for all of us if you got grounded and we weren’t able to see that hot ass of yours for a week or two.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Gary said and planted a kiss on my cheek.

As they were busy gathering their clothes, I grabbed my dildo. I also scooped up the used condom, trying to be as subtle about it as I could. If caught, all I’d have to say was that I was going to go throw it away. Once I’d made it safely to my bedroom with it, I gave it a twist so nothing would leak out and carefully tucked it under the edge of my blanket for later. I had second thoughts. How much of a depraved pervert had I become over the past weeks? I should really just throw that away. What was I thinking?

“Mom, we’re ready!”

I’d deal with it when I got back. I threw on some clothes, snagged my purse, and we all went to the car. The two of them made out in the backseat the whole ride, with Valerie calling out directions now and then. From the sound of it, she also managed to grind out one more bonus orgasm through her jeans just before we reached her stop.

Valerie got out and came around to my window. “Thanks, Mrs. Harden, for everything.” She looked around and upon seeing the coast was clear she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. “I owe you one.”

With that she jogged along the sidewalk and turned at the first street. Once her sweet butt was no longer in view, Gary and I snapped out of our trance.

“You really hit the jackpot with that one, boy.”

“Beginner’s luck,” Gary said from behind me, then prepared to stretch out.

“Oh, no, mister. I’m not your chauffeur. Get your ass up here.”

He groaned, but did as he was told like a good boy.

“You didn’t cream your jeans, did you?” I inquired, nodding toward the sizeable bulge in his pants.

“Close, but I saved it for you,” he said with a smirk meant to be charming. “I totally want to cum on your asshole when we get home.” He massaged his bulge with one hand while sniffing the fingers of his other – the fingers that ten minutes earlier had been in my pussy and ass.

“Haven’t you had enough for one night, you nasty child?”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “As if you’re not thinking about the exact same thing.”

“Okay, you got me there.” I almost ran a red light thinking about bending over and spreading my butt cheeks while my son rubbed his cockhead against my asshole before drowning it in a load of warm cum. “So, we never really talked about the other night.”

“When you banged that guy? What’s there to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” I said, not really sure where I wanted to go with this. “I guess I wanted to check in with you to make sure you’re still okay with everything that happened now that you’ve had some time for it to sink in.”

He thought for a moment. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“First of all, what we didn’t isn’t exactly normal. It would be expected that a son might have some issues seeing his mother acting like a slut and getting fucked every which way by a strange man.”

“Are you kidding? That was so insanely hot. Like having my own private porn show right in my house.”

“And then there’s the other thing.” I was hesitant to put this into words. “Things have obviously changed between you and me since I left your father. I wouldn’t go so far as to call us ‘lovers,’ but we have our own kind of weird sexual relationship going on. Most guys would be jealous or hurt if they saw their partner having casual sex with another person. It’s okay to be honest with me if that’s how you’re feeling.”

Gary was quiet for about a block. His hand remained on his cock, occasionally squeezing.

“Well, it was kinda my idea to start with, so I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t want you to do it. It’s funny, this came up in English class a couple weeks ago.”

“Watching your mom getting fucked came up in your English class? I’m going to have to meet your teacher.”

“No,” he laughed. “We’re reading some Shakespeare plaything and Mr. Hennsey talked about the difference between jealousy and envy. Envy is when you want something that someone else has, and jealousy is when you’re afraid of losing something, or someone, that you already have, or something along those lines.” He moved his hand from his crotch to my thigh, dangerously high up on my thigh. I got tingles all over like a moon-eyed schoolgirl on a first date. “I definitely envied that guy, but there’s no way I could be jealous.” He squeezed my leg affectionately. “One thing I know for sure is that I’ll never lose you no matter what.”

It was stupid, but I had to fight back the tears when I heard him say that. I loved my son more than anything in the world, and since I started loving him in this new way, I was worried that it would somehow spoil what we’d always had as mother and son. I was so relieved to hear him say that would never change.

“I just want you to be happy. You deserve it. If banging other guys makes you happy, and you did look pretty happy the other night, then it’s cool by me. And, when you think about it,” he went on, “I was never jealous of you fucking Dad, so…”

“Yeck, don’t remind me.” I patted Gary’s hand as I tried to get the bad taste out of my mouth at the mention of my poor excuse for a husband. “And that was different. Back then you and I weren’t messing around like we are now. You had no reason to be possessive of me when it came to that.”

“I suppose,” he said, working through things in his mind. It was nice being able to talk with him like this. Whenever I tried to discuss difficult subjects with his father, he would shut down and find an excuse to get out of the conversation as soon as possible. “Probably if you stopped doing this stuff with me, but were messing around with other guys, I might feel like that. But as long as I get to see you naked and everything else, I’m pretty much all good.” He moved his hand higher on my leg and I opened up some in case he wanted to go farther. His smile faded as he considered something new. “So, wait, are you saying all this because you’re jealous of Valerie?”

“Huh?” Curve ball out of left field. “No, of course not.”

“If you don’t want me screwing around with other girls, I won’t. I’ll break up with her right now.” He reached for his phone.

I couldn’t tell if he was really serious or not. “Oh, stop it. After what the three of us just did, how can you think I don’t want you screwing other girls? I’m thrilled that you have a girlfriend. And I’m more than thrilled that she’s almost as perverted as we are.”

“Yeah, she turned out to be more of a horny freak than I first thought.”

“I’m just concerned that I’m intruding too much between the two of you. This should be your thing. If you ever feel like I’m too intimately involved, just say the word and I’ll back off.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening. You look so fucking hot licking Valerie’s pussy, Mom. I don’t even know which is better, fucking her myself or watching you mess around with her.” His hand slid all the way up between my legs. I looked around to make sure no one could see my son rubbing my pussy through my pants in public. “Why are you driving so slow? I want to hurry up and get home!”

That made two of us. I leaned on the accelerator a bit more, but the city traffic wasn’t letting me make much progress.

“Then we’re clear,” I said, summing up. “You’re okay with me having sex with other men, even though you and I can’t fuck.”

He hesitated as if he wanted to correct something I’d said, then changed his mind. “Yes.”

“And you’re fine with me getting naked with you and your girlfriend.”

“Definitely.” No hesitation there.

“And as soon as we get home, you’re going to eat my pussy until I cum, then jerk a fat, sloppy load all over my asshole.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!”

As crazy as all this was, it somehow made perfect sense to me. And that’s all that mattered.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy, Ch. 21
by DirtyMindedMom

It was Friday morning, we were running late, and Gary and I were tripping over each other as we rushed through our bathroom routines at the same time. I’d hit the snooze button a few too many times, but with the warm body of my naked son to cuddle up with under the covers, I just couldn’t force myself to get out of bed.

“…Mom? Earth to Mom!” Gary was waving his hand to get my attention.

I realized I was standing in front of the sink, water running, my toothbrush poised motionless over my back molars. I had become completely engrossed in what my son was doing.

“Wow, Mom, you really like watching me piss, don’t you?” He shook the last drops from the tip of his cock, which was still engorged thanks to the delightful phenomenon known as morning wood.

I resumed brushing my teeth, feeling a bit silly for being caught staring like that. “It’s not my fault you look so cute when you pee.”

He flushed the toilet and moved behind me. Both of us were naked, as it had become our habit to wait until the last possible moment to get dressed before heading out for the day. After rubbing his dick across my bare butt a few times, he laid his hard-on along the crack of my ass and hugged me, nestling himself deeper into my rear crevice. With his arms wrapped around my middle, he rested his chin on my shoulder and looked at me through the reflection in the mirror.

“But you weren’t looking at me, you were looking at my dick.” He kissed my neck and I felt my knees go a little weak. “I like the way you look at me now. How you’re always checking out my junk, especially in the bathroom.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I leaned forward and spit out a mouthful of toothpaste. “We don’t have time to mess around, we’re already late as it is.”

He pressed his cock tighter into my ass crack. “If we’re already in trouble for being late, then another five minutes won’t matter.” He kissed me again, causing the toothbrush to slip out of my hand. “Touch your nipples for me, Mom. I want to see you play with your tits.”

Even as my mind was coming up with a list of reasons we shouldn’t be fooling around, my hands went to my chest as if I had no control over them. I pinched my nipples, then pulled, then rubbed, feeling them getting plumper at my rough handling. “Like this?”

“Mmm, just like that.” His hands slipped down to my hips and he began humping against me. His eyes flicked from where his cock was sliding between my cheeks to watching me in the mirror tugging and twisting my nipples. “I still can’t believe it sometimes. I get to see my own mom playing with her boobs. I can see you naked pretty much whenever I want. You let me rub my cock all over you.”

“It’s the same for me, you know,” I said, my voice sounding somewhat weak and thready. “It feels so strange to think that I’ve been spreading my legs and letting my son see my pussy. And that I allow you to watch me masturbate and to see me orgasm.”

“I love watching you play with yourself, Mom. You look so fucking hot when you cum.” He had gone from humping to fucking my butt crack. It would take only a slight shift for him to slip inside me. “I love the way you taste. How weird is it that I know exactly what my Mom’s pussy tastes like?”

“Not any weirder than me knowing what my son’s cum tastes like. I never imagined I would one day suck my own son’s cock, much less eat his cum.”

“I bet you…Uhhh! Sorry, Mom!”

Gary’s fingers dug into my hips and he thrust hard against me, forcing me forward to bang into the edge of the vanity. I saw his face screw up in that way I had become familiar with, and moments later the warm wetness of my boy’s ejaculation was splattering across my lower back. He worked his pulsing cock up and down my ass crack a few more times, milking a half a dozen more spurts out onto my skin.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” I purred. “Why did you say sorry?”

“I was going to cum in your mouth and let you swallow it the way you like to, but I came too fast. Sorry.”

I reached around and scooped some of the spunk from the top of my ass. I licked and sucked my fingers clean. “I’ll just have to get by somehow.”

He shook his head and smiled at my joyful depravity. Gary gave me a playful slap on the ass. “Well, we’re running late, I’d better go get dressed!”

“Oh, no you don’t, mister!” I grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “You’re not getting off that easy!”

He knew I wouldn’t just let him walk away after working me up the way he had. He once again hugged me from behind, kissing my ear lobe and making me giggle like a love-struck girl. One of his hands went up to my breasts, the other down below. His touch easily found my swollen clit. I gasped at the magical shock the intimate contact sent through my body. Bracing my hands on the wall in front of me, I watched in the mirror as my son fingered and fondled me. I couldn’t ever remember being as turned on with his father, not even back when we’d first been married. There was something deeply wrong with me, but whatever it was I didn’t want to fix it.

“You like that, Mom? You like when I touch you there?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Where am I touching you right now?”

“You’re touching my pussy.”

His finger slipped down and picked up some of my wetness then went right back to my clit. He was getting so very good at this.

“C’mon, Mom, you know that’s not how you like to say it. What am I touching?”

“You’re touching my cunt.” Hearing my own words brought my legs to the verge of giving out. If hadn’t been pressing his body against mine and pinning me to the sink, I wouldn’t have been able to remain standing.

“That’s right. You’re letting your son touch your cunt. Your beautiful, hairy, wet, delicious cunt.” He twisted one of my nipples just how he knew I liked it. “Tell me what you want, Mom.”

“I want you to make me cum…to make my cunt cum.” I cried out as his fingers quickened between my pussy lips. “Oh, yes! Play with my cunt! Finger your mother’s horny fucking cunt! Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop! Aaaaahhhh!”

My orgasm came fast and hard. I was left breathless for a moment as my body convulsed. When the pleasure-induced seizure subsided, I sucked in just enough air to allow me to let out another long, relieved moan that transformed into a helpless laugh of pure happiness. I turned in my son’s embrace, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. Our tongues played against one another, and he wasn’t the least bit bothered that my mouth still tasted of his cum. I was so overpowered by love for him in that moment that my natural urge was to spread my legs right there and take him inside me.

But I forced those feelings aside. Despite what we had just done, I was his mother, not his lover. Just because what I was already doing with him was wrong didn’t justifying doing things that were even more wrong. I clutched my son tighter to me, crushing my breasts against his chest. A tickle of worry managed to work its way into the mush that my brain had turned into as a consequence of my orgasm. Gary had no trouble convincing me to mess around with him just now by making that exact argument. Since we were already a little late, did it really matter if we were a little later? If what we were doing was already immoral, did it really matter if we were just a little more immoral?

I was fairly certain I was strong enough to keep myself from crossing any further over the line. But my worry was that if my son decided he wanted to take our sexual relationship to the next level, I would be incapable of resisting. I tried to focus on something else, not wanting to pull back the curtains on what I suspected was my underlying desire for my son to take control and force me to give in to him completely.

I reluctantly pulled away. “Okay, that’s it, we really have to get going now. Wipe the cum off my back, then go get dressed.”

He held me tight and looked into my eyes. When did my little boy become so tall?

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, Sweetie,” I said despite the lump in my throat.

He kissed me once more on the lips. “And one more for the road,” he said, ducking his head down and latching onto one of my nipples, giving it a couple of hard sucks. My knees almost went out again. Shit, I was going to have to buy a walker if this kept up!

I pushed until he released my tit with a wet popping sound, then swatted his butt as he ran toward his bedroom. My pussy ached, making it known that it needed to be filled. I decided that I had to ask Gary if he minded if I went online and found another “date” for this weekend. I needed cock, and since it couldn’t be my son’s then it had to be someone’s – my dildo just wasn’t going to do it for me.

I dropped my bad boy off at school with a note containing lies about why he was late. I laughed on my way to work thinking about what that note would look like if I had been honest: “Please excuse Gary’s tardiness this morning. He was delayed due to excessive horniness. I tried to get my son off as quickly as possible by letting him hump my butt, however this only caused me to become even hornier. I promise not to let Gary masturbate my clit before school in the future, and will restrict our incestuous sexplay to the evenings (after he has completed all his homework, of course). With regards, Gary’s cock-hungry mother, Joanne Harden.”

My day at the office was torture. Everything was giving me more trouble than it should have, from the computer, to the boss, to the screwed up invoices. The fact that I was dying to get home so I could pick up with Gary where we’d left off, and keep going right through the weekend, certainly didn’t help matters any. By the time I got home, I was ready to strip down as soon as I walked through the door and suck some dick. Instead of being naked, as I had expected my son to be, he was dressed in a nice button-down shirt and a pair of khaki slacks. Oh God, was there something going on that I forgot about?

“Don’t you look handsome,” I commented while racking my brain for whatever it was I’d let slip.

“Oh, thanks,” he said looking down at his outfit.

“Don’t tell me you actually ironed all that yourself?” I said, knowing I couldn’t stall forever.

“Yeah, only burned down half my room,” he joked. “So…Valerie’s mom invited us over for dinner tonight.

“Tonight?” No, I didn’t drop the ball here. I would have remembered that. “Awfully short notice, isn’t it?”

“She asked me on Wednesday, but sorta forgot to tell you.”

“Sorta?” I guess he could see that I wasn’t thrilled about the idea. Not that I didn’t want to meet his girlfriend’s mom, but after the day I had, and the expectation of a night of multiple naked orgasms, this wasn’t exactly the best news.

“Please, Mom. I know I should have told you earlier, but I’ll end up looking like a real a-hole if we blow this off.”

“Since you’ve gone to the trouble of learning how to use the iron, I guess it’s the least I can do.”

He ran over and grabbed me up in a hug. “Thanks, Mom!”

“But you owe me.” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, afraid to do anything more and risk letting myself get too carried away. “Big time.”

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“Let me help,” I insisted, but Vera refused. I didn’t put up much of a fight.

Valerie’s mom cleared the dishes from the table and moved them to the sink, bragging proudly about her kids as she did. The colorful lilt of her accent made it easier to listen to. Her son Cris, who was about a year and a half older than his sister, had retired to his room as soon dinner was finished. I could hear the guitar chords he was practicing reverberating through the walls. Valerie was in the living room with Gary. The TV was on, but I suspected only to cover whatever it was they were whispering about. I could see how difficult it was for them to keep their hands off each other.

“Maria, she give me nothing but tears and heartache,” Vera crossed herself as she spoke about her eldest daughter, “but she graduating college this year and already have two job offers.”

She rinsed her careworn hands and dried them on an even more worn dishtowel. Vera was an attractive woman, if you could look past the utilitarian way she kept her hair, the lack of makeup, and the functional but unflattering clothes she wore. This was a woman who had given up on any effort to maintain her desirability. But it was easy to see where Valerie got her figure. She couldn’t compete with her mother in the bosom department, but maybe after she’d had a few kids of her own she could give her mom a run for her money. Vera moved with the grace of a woman who could have once been a dancer, but had long since put aside childish dreams. Her hips were a tad wider than mine, but they were in perfect proportion to her full backside. This was a woman who would have caused some Speedos to tighten if she chose to wear a thong bikini to the beach. She must have been a wildcat between the sheets back in the day.

“Coffee?” she asked, pulling me out of my musings before they got any more graphic.

“I’d love a cup,” I said, trying not to show how eager I was to get home and get into bed with her daughter’s boyfriend.

She put the kettle on, then leaned to the side and checked on the kids before sitting down. “I know it’s no my business, but Valerie say you move away from your husband.”

Okay, wasn’t expecting to go there. “Yes.” Was I about to get a lecture about a wife’s duty to her man or something? “It’s been difficult, but I think it’s the best thing for me, and for my son.”

Vera nodded gravely. “I love my husband,” she said, then paused. It sounded more like she was making a legal disclaimer than stating an emotional truth. She checked over my shoulder making sure the kids were still otherwise occupied and lowered her voice. “But I think maybe he no love me so much anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said with as much compassion as I could muster after being blindsided with this unexpected turn in the conversation.

“He is away to work every night, and come home very late after I sleep. He pay the bills and make a nice house for us, but…” She startled at the sound of the kettle whistling.

Vera got up and made two cups of coffee. She did so without saying anything, only continuing once she sat back down in the same conspiratorial tone she was using before.

“You see, my husband, he goes with the whores sometimes. I know this.” She couldn’t hide the pained expression admitting this brought about. “More than sometimes, to tell the truth. He don’t touch me for years.” She sipped her coffee and shrugged. “But who need that anyway, yes? At our age, the man and the romance are no important.” She was trying to convince herself more than me.

“I don’t know about that, but I have an idea how you must feel. I left my husband because he was cheating on me.” I reached over and patted her hand.

Vera captured my hand in both of hers and held on tight. “This is what Valerie say to me. You know what is like, and you leave from your husband. You think I should do this thing, too?”

“Oh…well, I don’t know. We only just met tonight. I can’t—“

“You are a strong woman, making a life yourself, I don’t know if I can do like you. But maybe it is what I want to do.”

“I don’t know much about you, or your husband, or your life together, but I do know that everyone deserves to be happy. If you’re not happy, then it’s up to you to do something about that.”

She thought about this, wringing my hand as she did. “My mother always say to me, ‘Everyone can’t always be happy.’”

“She may be right,” I conceded, “but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.”

“I am a good wife, always faithful. I was young and beautiful many years ago and I had chances with men who tried with me.” There was no doubt that was true. “I worked hard. I am a good mother to his children. I never ask too much.” She squeezed my hands as if coming to a conclusion. “I believe what you say. I deserve to be happy. I do for everyone else, now I must do for me.” She wiped away the tears that she had been stubbornly refusing to let fall from her eyes.

Oh, geez, what had I gone and done? All I wanted was to come home after a crummy day, curl up with my boy, and play with him under the covers. Instead I was apparently convincing this woman, this stranger, to leave her husband!

“Look,” I said, trying to slow down her momentum, “don’t be in a hurry. It took me a lot of time and soul searching before I made the decision to end my marriage and go out on my own. You really need to think about this and not just go by what I say. What was right for me might not be what’s right for you and your family.”

“Yes, yes, you are right.” She let go of my hands and took up her coffee cup. Vera leaned back and drank, but I could see the wheels spinning in her head. She’d already made up her mind and was now planning her next move. “I am so glad you came to my house and we finally meet.”

Her words were sincere, but it clicked then that the only reason she invited me and Gary for this dinner was because she knew I had left my husband and wanted me to provide her an excuse to do the same. If that was the case, then it looked like my work was done! Time to exit stage left.

I checked my watch. “Gary,” I called over to the next room. “You have practice in the morning, right?”

There was a stomach-clenching hesitation. “Um…yeah? I think so…”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes dramatically. “The one thing I won’t miss when I send him off to college is not having to be his chauffeur at 7 a.m. on a weekend morning. I better get him home and into bed.”

Mercifully, my ploy worked, and we were soon at the front door saying our thank-yous and goodbyes. I was caught by surprise when Vera pulled me into a hug. She was smaller than me, but apparently much stronger! I hugged her back and tried to ignore the awkwardness I felt at the way our breasts were pressing together.

Once in the safety of the car I was able to relax a little. I pulled away from the curb and headed for the boulevard.

“What were you and Valerie’s mom talking about in there?” Gary asked.

“Nothing special.”

“Yeah, right.” He undid the top button of his shirt. “Was it about me and Valerie? It looked pretty serious.”

“Valerie’s mom didn’t want me to say anything. But, yes, we were talking about you.” I said the next thing that popped into my head before I could stop myself. “She wanted to know if you’d be willing to marry her daughter now that she’s pregnant.”

Gary choked and turned to me with a look of terror. “Mom! I swear we used a condom every time! There’s no way!”

“Those things aren’t one-hundred percent. You know that. Especially when they slip off and get lost up in there.”

“Why didn’t she tell me? What did her mom say? Does her dad know? Holy shit…”

I couldn’t keep a straight face. “How’s that for a reality check?”

“Are you seriously kidding me right now? You really just made that up to fuck with me for no reason?”

“Hey, that’s the risk you run when you mess around with those young, fertile girls. That’s why you should stick with mature women.”

“Ha, yeah, tell me if you know any, ‘cause I sure don’t.” He sat back and let out a big sigh of relief. “That was just plain cruel.”

“I’m sorry, honey, you’re right. That was mean.” I patted his leg. “I’ll try to find some way to make it up to you.”

He shook his head, torn between being mad at me and just being happy he wasn’t going to be a daddy.

“Turn here,” he said, pointing.

I turned. “Where are we going?”

“Just up here a little ways. Take that left and go to the end.”

I wanted to press him to tell me what he had in mind, but I decided to let him direct the show. I took the left, and after a few hundred yards it ended in a parking area. My headlights revealed that there were no other cars.

“I hope you’re not expecting that I’m going to make out with you in a parking lot.”

“I like that idea, but not tonight.” He got out of the car.

I turned off the engine, got out and locked the doors. He came around the car, took my hand and led me toward a paved path that I hadn’t seen in the shadows. We passed through a screen of trees that had the occasional picnic table just off the path. I didn’t like how dark it was, and gripped Gary’s arm. Funny, I used to be the one worried about protecting him. Had we come so soon to the time in life where those roles were reversing?

There was a light up ahead where the path curved to the right, and when we emerged from the trees I was pleasantly surprised. The river stretched out before us, with a broad walkway running along it. Victorian-style lampposts lined the way, and off to the left we could see the bridge all lit up and looking romantic in a way it never could during the day. The skyline of the city beyond sparkled like a manmade starscape. Gary put his arm around me and we began to stroll along the walkway.

“I’ve been wanting to come here with you for a while.”

I slipped my arm around him, settling my hand on his waist. “Ever since you first came here with Valerie?”

“I..No, I…” He gave up. “Yeah. How did you know?”

“It’s beautiful,” I said instead of answering. I put my head on his shoulder as we walked. “I love it.”

“A perfect night for it.”

“Goodness, your heart is beating a mile a minute.”

“Probably from someone scaring the shit out of me a few minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry.” I was feeling genuinely guilty. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

We walked in silence for a few minutes. The warm breeze came as softly as it went, bringing with it the faint scent of the ocean. I thought back to what I had said to Vera. I do believe that we all deserve to be happy, but did I truly deserve to be this happy?

“You look real pretty tonight, Mom.”

His simple words made my heart leap. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“I like that skirt you have on.” His hand slid down to my butt. “And those stockings make your legs look super sexy.”

I chuckled. “These are the same pantyhose I wear when I go to work.”

“I don’t know, I guess I just never really noticed before.” He stopped in front of an ornate wooden bench and we sat down. “I was thinking about how your legs looked while we were eating dinner and I kept getting hard. Valerie saw the bulge in my pants and thought it was because of her.”

“Silly girl, she should know she can’t compete with this.”

“No, she can’t.” My son leaned over and kissed me.

I eased him away after a moment and looked around. “Honey, not here.”

“There’s no one around. Besides, nobody would know you’re my mom.”

“Great, so people will just think I’m some creepy cougar making out with a high school boy.”

“Relax, Mom, there are no people here to think anything.” His mouth was once again on mine and I didn’t have the resolve to push him away a second time.

His hand was on my knee then sliding up my thigh. My son’s touch caressed my leg. He was obviously enjoying the feel of my nylons stretched tight over my skin. I was enjoying the feeling as well. I uncrossed my legs, and his hand moved up higher.

“Gary…no…,” I protested weakly. My son’s hand was up under my skirt, only inches from my crotch. If anyone happened by…oh damn, that felt nice.

Gary broke our kiss suddenly. I looked around, certain we’d been caught. As I did that, he slipped from the bench and knelt in front of me. I didn’t understand why until he pushed my knees apart.

“What are you doing?” I yelped, then covered my mouth, worried I’d made too much noise.

“You said earlier that I owed you…big time.” He kissed the inside of one of my knees. “This is your payback.”

“Gary!” I hissed. “Not here.”

“Keep a lookout, Mom.” With that he quickly kissed his way up the inside of my thigh.

I tried to close my legs, but he was holding my knees apart. Good God, he was strong. His head disappeared up under my skirt. This was insane. What we were doing in the privacy of our own apartment was dangerous enough, but messing around in public was beyond stupid. His nose brushed against the gusset of my pantyhose. I could tell that was as far as he could get. Good, that might be enough to discourage this foolishness.

Gary hooked his hands up above my calves and pulled me forward until my butt was hanging over the edge of the bench. So much for that defense. He pushed my legs wider. Between that and scooting me forward, my skirt had ridden up so that there wasn’t anything left to the imagination about what was going on down there.

“God, Mom, your pussy smells so good.”

“Okay, you’ve had your fun, now let’s go home and finish this there.”

“Let me know if you see anyone coming.” He pressed his face to my crotch and began mouthing me through my pantyhose. If he kept that up, I was definitely going to see someone coming very soon.

I knew the sensible thing to do was to make him stop, but all that pent up frustration from my day was finally being relieved. My brain knew better, but my body vetoed all attempts to resist. The best thing to do, I decided, was simply to get it over with as fast as possible. I cast a quick look to left and right before grabbing my son’s head and pushing in tight between my legs.

“There you go, baby, smell that dirty pussy.”

“Mmmrrphh,” was the only sound he could make as he continued gnawing at me through the synthetic fabric of my hose.

It was crazy and foolish, but so exhilarating. Out in public, in the open, the pale glow from the englobed lamp illuminating us. I was alive in a way I hadn’t been in years, in a way I may have never been at all. My son was down between my legs. Legs that I was now willingly spreading for him. Someone could come along at any moment. We could be caught. I could be caught getting my pussy eaten in public. Caught receiving oral sex from my own son along the walkway with that warm breeze ruffling my hair as I leaned my head back and moaned.

It felt good, damn good, but there was that thin barrier between us that prevented it from being something even more incredible. Gary must have come to the same conclusion. His fingers hooked into the sheer nylons, which were no match for his impassioned strength. He torn the crotch of my pantyhose wide open with a violent jerk. I let out a small scream at the abrupt forcefulness of his need to get at my cunt.

He looked up at me, perhaps wondering if I was angry with him for ruining my nylons.

“No panties,” he observed after the moment past and I hadn’t scolded him.

I shook my head, doing all I could to signal him with my eyes that I was his for the taking. He dove at my pussy mouth first. Another unbidden scream escaped before I could suppress it. My son’s lips and tongue were all over me, aggressively racing from clit to hole to thigh to slit with frantic desire.

“Oh, yes, eat my pussy, baby. Eat your mother’s dirty fucking pussy just like that!”

I could hear a car horn blaring on the bridge, crisp in the night air. Running lights of a boat moved slowly upstream far out on the river. Could they see us? I didn’t care. Maybe I even wanted them to see. Could there be someone in one of those towers on the opposite bank, in a darkened window, peering down through a telescope, having no idea that he was jerking off to the sight of a mother getting her pussy sucked off by her son right there in front of God and the world?

“Suck my clit,” I begged, steadying his head where I wanted it. “Put your mouth on that horny clit, you mothersucking son of a bitch.”

I was losing my mind. I should have been scared out of my wits, but nothing mattered anymore except cumming in my boy’s mouth. Even if a late night jogger happened by, I wasn’t certain I could stop, or would even want to stop. I’d tried to get Gary’s father to be daring and do things like this with me, but he’d always refused, telling me it was immature and abnormal. That night when I’d made a play at groping his cock in the dark during a concert in the park, he got angry, leaving me there on the blanket alone for the rest of the performance. I never bothered again after that, accepting that it was inappropriate behavior for a decent wife and the mother of a newborn. But now I was getting what I had craved all those years ago. Someone I loved and trusted was finally fulfilling the fantasy I’d been denied for so many years.

“That’s it, baby, eat it. Eat Mommy’s cunt. Oooooh fuuuuuuck!”

I held back the wail of ecstasy as best as I could, but it was still too loud as I came. The points of light across the river swam in my vision, my orgasm peaked, ebbed, then peaked again as Gary doggedly lapped at my stiff clit. He reverted to sucking, and brought me over the crest yet again, making this one a solid triple! I had to roughly shove his head off me before it became too much.

I lay sprawled on the bench like a very satisfied rag doll. Gary feathered kisses along my inner thighs and outer lips, being careful not to make contact with my hyper-sensitive nubbin. What we had done was too reckless…and yet, I was going to take it further.

With a herculean effort of willpower, I made myself stand, drawing my son up with me. There was still part of the fantasy left to live out. I looked my young man in the eye, then kissed his sex-slicked lips. As I did, I pushed against him, moving him backward. He let me maneuver him this way until we were stopped by the railing along the river side of the walkway. I broke the kiss, looking left and right once more, before smiling and sinking to my knees in front of him.

“Seriously?” he gulped, looking around himself.

I had his pants unzipped and his erect cock out before he could utter another protest. I engulfed his swollen head, then wrapped my lips tight around his shaft.

“Okay, yeah…” he groaned.

I moved down the thickness of his manhood, once again feeling that strange sense of gratitude I got from being one of the few mothers who had the privilege of knowing what it felt like to have her son’s cock in her mouth. I began bobbing my head as his fingers curled in my hair, encouraging my movements with firm tenderness. He so loved the way Mommy sucked his cock.

The wind rustled the trees behind me and I once again became aware of how exposed we were – even more so than when we were on the bench. We would be visible from a much greater distance along this side of the walkway, and there’d be no mistaking what we were doing. I was giving a blowjob in public. I was on my knees like a common street whore, sucking cock where anyone might see. I was intoxicated by the fear, emboldened by the danger. I lunged forward and took my boy’s entire length, relaxing my throat and letting his cockhead slide down as far as it could go.

Oh…Mom…” he moaned, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as a chill of indecent pleasure washed over me. “I’m going to cum. Cum right in your mouth.

I pulled back, wanting to be sure I’d be able to taste him when he did. I moved my head faster, sucking even harder.

“I’m going to fucking cum right in your mouth, Mom, and you’re going to eat, aren’t you?” He looked down at me as I nodded, never slowing as I did. “You love eating cum, don’t you? You love swallowing my cum. Oh, fuck! Here it is, Mom. Yessss!” His cock flexed and swelled as it unleased his load in an explosive torrent. “Suck it, suck it all! Eat my cum, Mom! Uuuugghhhh…”

It was a frenzied struggle for a moment, and I thought I was going to choke on his larger than usual output, but I managed to swallow enough to regain control. I was then able to calmly savor the distinctive essence of my son’s finest offering. It was about then that I heard an odd whimpering sound off to the right. Without taking Gary out of my mouth, I moved my eyes lazily in that direction.

About thirty feet off stood a well-dressed man in his 50s holding a leash and trying to quiet his golden retriever while staring fixedly toward us. With my brain not exactly firing on all cylinders at that exact moment, it took a couple seconds for the import of this to register.

My eyes suddenly went wide, and I let out a scream, which was muffled by the cock in my mouth. I jumped up, grabbed Gary’s hand, and yelled, “Run!”

I took off down the walkway as fast as I could dragging him behind me.

“Wait! Slow down! Mom, hold up!”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not your mother!” I hollered as we ran, fruitlessly attempting to put the man in doubt about what he had actually witnessed. I looked back to see why Gary wasn’t able to keep up with me and saw him trying to tuck his hard-on back in his pants as he went.

“Stop playing with yourself and move it, kid!” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the absurd image of him trying to get his flopping dick under control and run at the same time.

He started laughing, too, then just gave up and let it fly in the breeze as we fled the scene of our sex crime. No longer distracted, he took the lead and pulled me off onto the side path toward the parking lot. It was then my turn to slow us down as my shredded pantyhose began falling down around my knees. My laughter was descending into hysterics as I gathered up the shredded crotch of my hose and tried to resume our escape.

I fumbled with the keys and we fell into the car practically in tears. Moments later we sped out of the parking lot, completing our less than clean getaway. Once we were a safe distance away, I pulled over to the side of the road, grabbed my son in my arms, and kissed him long and deep.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I really needed that.” I hugged him tight. “This has been the second best night of my life.”

“Not the best?”

“Nope. Even this didn’t top that night in the hospital when I had you.”

He kissed the tear from my cheek. “You know, Mom, this night isn’t over yet…”

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Chapters 22-24 >>

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10 thoughts on “Open Door Policy 19-21

  1. Well, the decision was easy really. I couldn’t resist another chapter, and wow, how good was that.
    The dirty talking especially gets me hard; I wonder if that’s when you too get really wet as you write?!?
    And there is something extra special about outdoor sex with the added spice of maybe being caught. I love it.
    Thanks Rach, can’t wait to read on.

  2. First, let me say thanks for your writings. Of all of your stories, this one has me captivated the most. I enjoy the pacing of the story and how you’re slowly bringing in the girlfriends’ family, which no doubt will play a very pivotal plot I’m sure. The concept of mother-son by your writing is much better than having to read Oedipus back in school (lol) and I along with your other readers are looking forward to their future adventures, specially when she’ll decide that after taking his dick in her ass and mouth for so long that she’ll give in and give up her pussy to him.

  3. I hope you continue this till atleast chapter 50. Your writing is so intense and erotically charged. Ive been reading for hours and had several amazing orgasms. Thank You so much for writing these.

  4. All I can say is Thank You for being such a great writer and taking the time from your busy life . I enjoy the way you bring a story together . Please keep doing what you do so well……………… Take care be safe and be Naughty……………………………

  5. oh my god! just finished reading all of them today! thank you i couldnt stop playing with my self while reading them, i cum a lot while reading :) . Hurry up cant wait for the next chapter !

  6. this story is just so exciting to me. when a new chapter comes out I cant stop reading till the end and then I get so anxious for the next one to appear……… what an impact it’s had on me TY TY TY and (hurry with the next chapter please)

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