Open Door Policy 22-24

Open Door Policy, Ch. 22
by DirtyMindedMom

Gary was sitting on the couch watching TV as I finished putting away the clean dishes. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt; I was in nothing but a pair of panties. I loved being able to hang out (literally) with my son in this way. He looked so cute as he sat there, absently playing with his balls as he flipped through the channels. I headed over to the living room, a matter of just a few steps in the run-down shoebox of an apartment we were crammed into, and began tidying up. I made sure to bend over every chance I got to give my not-so-little man a view of my butt or my dangling tits. It didn’t take long to get his attention.

I noticed him get hard as he watched me moving about, pretending I was minding my own business.

“Hey, Mom, can you do me a favor?”

“What is it, honey?”

“First, take off your panties.”

“I’m trying to clean,” I protested mildly.

“Yeah, right. You’re trying to get me horny. And it worked.”

“As usual,” I said as I slid down my underwear and tossed them on the sofa next to him.

“Okay, now kneel down…no, in the middle of the floor.”

I had assumed he was in the market for a hummer, but apparently not. Well, at least not yet. I knelt on the floor where he pointed, wondering what he had in mind.

“Good, now sit back on your heels, like…yeah, that’s it. Spread your knees a little more…perfect. All right, now bunch up your hair and, like, hold it up on top of your head.”

I gathered my hair, gave it a twist and piled it atop my head. “Like this?”

“Yeah, but hold it there with two hands. Nice. Now just stretch your back up straight and kind of stick out your boobs.”

I followed his instructions, still at a loss as far as what we were doing. He smiled big and began stroking his hard-on, his eyes roaming over my body in the naked position he’d posed me in.

“Just like that, Mom. Fucking awesome.”

“Mind if I ask what this is all about?”

“Remember, Teddy Shaltz? In seventh grade he stole one of his dad’s old porno magazines. I think it was a Hustler. Anyway, he was selling pages of it for a dollar each, or less if there weren’t pictures on both sides. The page I bought had a woman on her knees holding her hair up the way you’re doing. It was the first porno picture I ever jerked off to.”

“And you wanted to recreate that magical moment?”

“She even looked a little like you,” Gary said as he continued to stroke himself and gawk at his very own living porno picture. “I tried not to think about that back then, but now it only makes it hotter.”

I arched my back a little more and gave him a sultry pout. “Did the picture tell you how sexy you are when you play with yourself? Or what a delicious looking cock you have?”

“Ha, not that I remember.” He squeezed his balls and jerked a little faster. “You know, you almost caught me beating off to that picture, like, four times.”

“Since you were probably jacking off around the clock back then, it’s no wonder I didn’t catch you.”

“Now I wish that you did. We could’ve started messing around a lot sooner.”

I didn’t want to be turned on by the thought of sucking my son’s cock when he was only 13 years old, but I was. I just licked my lips and winked at him instead of admitting out loud what a horribly twisted mother I’d become.

“I was so stupid back then,” he continued, never letting up on his cock, the sound of his pumping hand on his dick getting louder. “I had no idea how fucking sexy my own mom was. Back then you were just mom. I mean, I knew you were a woman and had a pretty good set of tits, but I also knew I wasn’t supposed to think about you at all when I thought of sex.”

“From what I’ve heard, it’s pretty normal for a boy to have dirty thoughts about his mom at some point while he’s growing up.” I jiggled my tits a little for him as I spoke.

“If that’s true, then I’m all kinds of normal now!” He grinned pulled harder. “I’m normal about a hundred times a day. I think about your pussy more than anything, Mom.”

“More than Valerie’s?”

“Shit, yeah. She has a nice one and I like it, but it’s just another pussy. But yours…fuuuck…” he was getting close. He pulled up his t-shirt with his non-jerking hand. “Yours is…is my mom’s pussy…it’s the best pussy in the world…I fuckin’ love it, Mom! Ahhhh yeeesss!” His butt came up off the sofa and he fired a geyser of cum straight up in the air. Most of it came down on his chest and belly, but some got on the sofa and floor.

As soon as he was done, I abandoned my pose and crawled over to him. He knew what I was after and let me get to it. I licked and sucked the spent jism from his skin, seeking out every last drop, swishing it around in my mouth before swallowing it down. How could something that comes from a cock taste so fucking good? As soon as I’d cleaned up his wonderful mess, I climbed up onto the sofa, standing on the cushions so I was straddling my son.

“Is this the pussy you love so much?” I thrust it toward his face. “Show me how much you love this cunt.”

“God, Mom, you’re so fucking horny all the time!” He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled my crotch into his face. He knew exactly what I wanted and went straight for my clit.

“Yeah, suck Mommy’s hard clitty.” I rode his face, not really worrying about whether or not he could breathe. “How could I not be horny when you always have that big cock of yours out?”

“Mmmffph.”

“And when I know just how good you’ve gotten at eating pussy.” I grabbed a handful of hair, grinding myself against his sucking mouth. “And when the taste of my baby boy’s cum is fresh on my tongue.”

He broke away long enough for a quick gasp of air and then buried his face back in my hairy cunt as quick as he could. The sloppy wet slurping sounds he was making only intensified my need to orgasm.

“Eat me! Eat your mother’s big, fat cunt! Ooooh, shiiiiiit! Uuuuuuh, yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!”

My legs gave out halfway through my climax. Gary kept his mouth fastened to my pussy and followed me as I slumped down onto the sofa, banging my head against the armrest. I hardly felt the pain as he sucked another orgasm out of me almost directly on top of the one I was already having. That son of mine was getting damned good.

I panted, laughed, and basked all at the same time. Gary continued to gently nuzzle my pussy with his nose, chin, and lips, being careful to avoid my overloaded clit. I always told myself I could never love anyone more than my son, and I still believed that, but what I didn’t know was that I could love my son even more than I already did.

“And for the record,” he said, his warm breath caressing my wetness, “you don’t have a fat cunt, Mom. You have a soft, beautiful, sexy, perfect cunt.” Each of his adjectives was punctuated with a kiss somewhere on my lower lips.

“Thanks, sweetheart, but it still feels good to say nasty stuff like that in the heat of the moment.”

“Which reminds me,” he lapped up a serving of the juices trickling from my hole, “mother sucking son of a bitch?” He looked at me and shook his head, the tip of his nose brushing across my clit with each turn of his head. His smile was hidden behind my crotch, but I knew it was there. “From the other night?”

“You don’t have to remind me,” I laughed. “I can’t be held accountable for the filthy things you make me say.”

“Oh, I see, it’s all my fault.” He climbed up on top of me, tickling as he came.

I screamed and tried to defend myself, but it was a losing battle. “Stop it!”

“Whose fault is it?” he demanded, not letting up on the tickle assault.

“Yours!” I cried. “Yours, yours, yours, aaiieee!” I couldn’t stop him, but I could distract him. I grabbed my son and pulled him to me, bringing my mouth to his. I kissed him hard, harder than I ever had before. My tongue was all over his. He responded in kind, suddenly no longer as interested in torturing me as he had been a moment earlier.

His body pressed down on mine, his weight possessing me. I could feel his cock pinned against my mound, his balls draping over my slick pussy lips.

“You know I want to fuck you, Mom.” He looked me straight in the eye. “You know that, right?”

“I know, sweetheart, but…”

“We can’t,” he finished for me, then followed that with more kisses. “But you want to, don’t you? You want my cock inside you, Mom, I can tell. I know you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you.”

I didn’t want to admit it out loud, even though we both knew it was the truth. It was as if saying it would make it real, and if it was real it could happen. It was idiotic logic, but nothing about all this made much sense anyway.

Maybe if I didn’t say anything and just kept kissing him he would force the issue. He could have shoved his cock into me with the smallest effort and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. He could take me and there’d be nothing I could do. It would be easy for me to let that happen, but I knew I shouldn’t. I couldn’t.

“I do, honey, I do want you to fuck me, but I can’t let that happen.” As I spoke he tucked his face alongside mine, kissing my neck, further weakening my already faltering resolve. “What we have is good, isn’t it?”

“So good,” he murmured near my ear as he nibbled a lobe. “And it could be even better.”

“We don’t know that for sure, baby. Maybe at first, but then we don’t know. It could end up tearing us apart.”

“Or bringing us closer together.” His hips were moving in circular thrusts. It was all I could do not to respond by wrapping my legs around him and letting him inside.

“There’s no reason for us to rush,” I was trying to convincing myself as much as I was him. “We’ll always be together. I’m your mother, and you’re my son. I’m not going anywhere. Maybe that will happen someday, maybe not. Let’s not think about that now and just enjoy what we have.”

“It would feel so good,” he said, continuing to plead his case. And a pretty convincing case it was.

“I know, honey, it would. But this feels good, too, doesn’t it? Rubbing your hard cock against Mommy’s furry pussy. Being between my legs, my naked tits against your chest, letting me taste my own cunt on your lips.”

“Fuck, Mom…”

I grabbed his ass and encouraged him to keep humping on me. “See, this is good. It’s almost like you’re fucking me, right? Just imagine you’re inside me now. Sliding in and out of Mommy’s hot, wet cunt.”

He pressed harder into me, grinding his hard-on against my pubic bone, the head of his cock smearing pre-cum over the softness of my lower belly. “I would fuck you so good, Mom.”

“I know you would, baby.” His thrusts became stronger, pressing me deeper into the sofa cushions with each stroke. I could only imagine how amazing it would feel if that power was directed into my pussy. “You’d fuck me better than any man could.”

His kisses landed on my cheeks, my lips, and my neck as he worked himself against me. If anyone were there to see us, it would look like we were fucking. I wished there was a mirror next to us so I could see what that would look like for myself. Would it really be so terrible to let him do it? Was I exaggerating the potential consequences of allowing my son to put his beautiful cock inside my achingly wet pussy? I reminded myself that I’d made that choice when I was more clear minded. This moment of incestuous passion was not the time to be second guessing that decision. I had to take my own advice and simply enjoy what pleasures there were to be had.

“I’m going to cum, Mom.” He moved quicker, his jaw tightening, and his face assuming that look he gets as he approaches his moment of crisis.

“Yeah, give me that cum. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me! Fuck your mother!”

That was all it took. His expression contorted into a mask of tormented ecstasy. His animal grunts of physical satisfaction stirred the woman within me. I wasn’t his mother in that moment, I was his lover. The warm, slippery wetness of his sperm spread between our bellies. He whimpered helplessly as his body lurched, spilling even more potent fluid from his balls. The pungent smell of his cum filled my senses. His back was sweaty from the carnal labors, and I gripped my son to me as he finally relaxed.

I held him like that for a long while and was content to go on doing so as long as he’d let me. There was a pang of mild regret when he finally stirred.

“I love you, Mom.” That helped to allay the regret. “And I don’t just mean because of the things you let me do with you.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “I love you just for being you.” He let me kiss him back. “And for being the best mom any guy could hope for.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” I realized my hands were groping his tight ass again. “And I’m not just saying that because you happen to be the owner of my favorite cock in the whole world.” I didn’t want to get all weepy, but I was close. “You’re a wonderful son. I don’t think I could have handled my marriage falling apart without you here by my side. You think I’m a mess now, try to imagine me whacked out on wine and anti-depressants every night!”

“I’ll always be here by your side, Mom. No matter what.”

That did it. Cue the water works. I hugged him close so he wouldn’t see the tears trickling down my cheeks. It might have been a touching scene between mother and son if it weren’t for the fact that we were both naked, his hard cock was mashed against my pussy, and there was a load of his fresh cum drying on my belly. It didn’t matter to me. What was important was that the love was there, and I felt secure in believing it always would be.

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“Mom? What’s this all about?”

I looked up from trimming my pussy hair to see Gary standing in the open doorway of the bathroom holding up a used condom. I tried not to let him see me panic.

“Hmph. Looks like one of your condoms.” I shrugged nonchalantly and pretended to go back to my pubic grooming.

“Yeah, but why was it under your pillow?”

“Don’t know. Maybe I meant to throw it away and it just ended up there.” Damn, why didn’t I have a better explanation prepared?

“Okay, but why isn’t there anything inside it? Where did the jizz go, Mom?” He waited with an evil smile to see what I would come up with next.

“It probably leaked out…or something…”

“Did it leak out, Mom? Or was it more like ‘something’?”

“Fine, I’m busted.” I rinsed the razor and splashed some warm water from the sink onto my pussy. I put down the lid of the toilet and sat down, being sure to keep my legs spread. Maybe if I distracted him with some freshly trimmed twat he wouldn’t be as disgusted with me.

“I’m listening,” he said, dangling the incriminating spent rubber from between his thumb and forefinger.

“You know how much I love your cum, right? Well, sometimes after you fucked Valerie I kind of borrow your used condoms.”

“What for?” He wasn’t going to let me off easy.

“I…I…” My shoulders slumped. There was no way I could say it without sounding like a complete degenerate. “When you’re not around, I squeeze your cum out of the condom onto my tits and pussy, then masturbate.”

“What about your pretty asshole?”

I nodded shamefully. “There, too.”

“Is that all?” He had his suspicions.

“No…” In for a penny. “I sometimes squeeze some of it out into my mouth.”

“Wow, Mom. You eat your own son’s cum from a condom that he used to fuck his teenaged girlfriend.” He shook his head in mock astonishment. “I’m having trouble picturing that.” He withdrew his hand from behind his back and held up another condom. This one had a big load of cum in it. “How about you show me.”

I was beyond embarrassed at that point, but that didn’t stop my pussy from tingling at the prospect.

“Gary, no…you don’t want to see that.”

“Hey, I get it, Mom. I can’t always be around to give you all the cum you need, but if you want to make sure your reserve supplies don’t mysteriously disappear, then all you have to do is give me a little demonstration. No biggie.”

It was a silly threat, but I can’t deny it worried me. As revolted as I was with myself after every time I resorted to playing with one of his used condoms, I always knew I would do it again.

“Well, if you’re going to blackmail me, then I guess I have no choice.” I knew I’d given in too easyily, but neither one of us cared.

I snatched the filled condom from him as I passed on my way to his bedroom. He followed me in, stripping off his t-shirt and boxers as he did. I got onto his bed and inspected my prize. It was still warm, meaning he probably jerked off into it right before he confronted me. It seemed a waste since he could have just as easily dumped that load straight into my mouth, but this was my penance for not being more careful about leaving evidence of my perversion lying around.

“I don’t know who the bigger freak is. Me for doing this, or you for wanting to watch it.”

He just grabbed his erection and grinned.

I started by working a small portion of the semen up from the resevoir end to the opening. I let it dribble out onto one tit, then the other. The sick thrill of doing something so reprehensibly nasty sparkled deep inside of me. I then repeated the process with a bigger glob. This time I directed the pearly outflow over my clit. I set the remainder aside and relaxed, enjoying the tickly sensation of the cum oozing down over my lips. Once it had reached my hole, I spread it around, lubing up my pussy with my son’s jism.

That’s when I noticed Gary was recording me with his cell phone. I was going to protest, but I knew I wouldn’t win that argument. Besides, I liked the idea that my boy would rather beat off to a video of me instead of the younger and hotter girls he could see whenever he wanted on the internet.

“When you’re not around, I have to do some very naughty things to make up for it,” I began narrating in a seductive porno voice. “I start by pouring some of your spunk on my big tits and horny pussy. And then…” I grabbed one of my boobs and pulled it up. I leaned down and licked my own nipple, tasting the spent cum that was coating it. I flicked my tongue, teasing myself some more before sucking my nipple and areola into my mouth. I sucked until it was clean, then moved to the other. Gary was stroking himself as he recorded it all.

“Then I masturbate.” My hands slid down my body. “I love masturbating my cunt…especially when it’s all covered in my son’s hot jizz.” I rubbed my clit, caressed my lips, and fingered my hole.

Gary moved around to the foot of the bed to get a more graphic angle. I opened my legs wide. “I also like to play with my tight asshole…” I slipped a finger down to my anus and circled my touch around it, spreading a liberal mix of cum and pussy juice there. “I like to pretend it’s your tongue down there licking me.” My finger pushed into my rear hole with little effort. “It’s so good when my boy licks his mommy’s dirty, dirty asshole.”

While I fucked my butt with one hand, I brought the other to my clit and began masturbating in earnest. “I think about my son’s cock when I masturbate. I think about how big it is.” I normally take my time when I’m playing with his cum alone, but having him right there was too exciting for me to hold back. “I think about how good it feels. I love everything about that cock. How it smells…how it feels in my mouth.” I was getting close. It was too fast, but I couldn’t slow down. “And especially how it tastes.”

With that I made a grab for the condom. I took the open end in my mouth, capturing the rubber ring behind my teeth, then upended it. I couldn’t wait for gravity to do its thing as I usually did and began sucking. Gary got right up close with the camera, capturing my depravity in glorious high definition.

“I love eating my boy’s cum,” I said with a thick gargle in my voice. “I can’t get enough.”

As I sucked the last drops from the used condom, I felt my climax coming on quickly. My hand worked my cum-soaked pussy hard and fast. Gary moaned and thrust his cock at my face. I opened up my mouth just in time to catch the first of half a dozen powerfully ejected spurts of new cum.

I collected every one in my mouth, opening up wide so he could get a shot of it all, then swallowed it down in two big gulps. That did it. My orgasm seized me and I temporarily lost control of myself. There was screaming and thrashing, moaning and spasming, then sighing and going limp. Gary continued filming my afterglow for half a minute more. I licked my lips and winked just before he hit stop.

“God, Mom, that was fucking hot.” He dangled his semi-hard dick near my face. I accepted the invitation and took his mushroom head between my lips and suckled him like I was a nursing child. “From now on I’ll just save my rubbers for you after I bang Valerie so you don’t have to sneak and steal them anymore.”

“I raised such a thoughtful boy,” I said only half-jokingly. I was actually kind of relieved to have this dirty secret out in the open, especially now that I knew my supply of emergency sperm would be much easier to come by after this.

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It was Friday night and I was alone. Gary was out with friends. I was doing my best not to be jealous because, as I kept telling myself, it was a good thing that he was making friends at his new school and it was what normal. Normal was something that he needed more of, especially with his mother behaving like a sex-crazed nut case.

I tried to read a book, but couldn’t. I flipped through the TV wasteland for a bit, but noting could hold my attention. I was horny. No two ways about it. I told myself I could wait until Gary got home, but it was becoming increasingly clear that I couldn’t. I went and got my son’s laptop with the vague intention of checking in at the online hook-up site we’d signed me up on a couple weeks earlier. I just wanted to see if I had any messages. It’s not like I was going to run out and try to score a quickie with some random guy. Though that would probably do the trick.

After sifting through the dozen or so crude messages from guys who were apparently doing little more than flat out asking every woman on the site if they wanted to fuck or suck a “big” cock. So much for casual sex romance! I was considering doing a little porn surfing, then I noticed the file for the video Gary had recorded the other day sitting on his desktop. I clicked on it and watched myself acting like a cum-addicted whore. There was plenty there that was cringe worthy, but every once in a while he panned down to his hard cock as he stroked it. This was enough to keep me watching.

It was also enough to get me out of my clothes. When the video was done, I was much wetter than when it had started. I checked for the others and found a folder labeled “Best Porn.” Inside were all the pictures and videos he had of me. I found the one where he had given me the camera. I knew that one would feature a lot of him beating off.

I started it up, skipped past the beginning, which was mostly me stripping and fingering myself. When I got to the part I was looking for, I settled back, ready to enjoy the show. Damn, that boy’s cock was as close to perfect as possible. I admit that I might be a tad biased, but everything about it enthralled me. The head was the perfect shape and size. His cute little pee hole just begged to be kissed and licked. That thick shaft. Even the bulging veins along his length were somehow arousing to me. Then there were his balls. Two perfect orbs, hanging just so in that delicate pouch, bouncing with each beat, full of the sperm I craved.

I had three fingers inside my hole, trying to imagine that it was my son’s beautiful cock. I knew this orgasm was going to be good, but not nearly as good as what it would be if he were in the room with me. How was it that a boy with almost no experience was the best lover I’d ever had, despite the fact that he hadn’t even fucked me yet. I immediately edited myself, deleting the word “yet” from my last thought. Despite the fact that he won’t ever fuck me.

My orgasm was getting close, but the recording was coming to its climax before I was ready. I reset it back a minute and continued pumping my fingers into my increasingly wet pussy. I wanted to cum right when Gary shoots his load on my pussy. I fucked myself fast, making sure the timing would be perfect. That’s when there was a quiet knock at my door.

I slammed the laptop closed like the police had just stormed into the apartment. Maybe I was hearing things. The knock came again, a little louder but not by much.

“Just a minute,” I called out, scrambling to get some clothes on.

It couldn’t be Gary, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. Maybe it was the police! Had one of the neighbors figured out what was going on and turned me in? A single woman and her son alone in this tiny apartment doesn’t fit with the sounds of loud sex coming out of our place on an almost daily basis. I should have been more careful! I had to learn to be quieter!

I went to the door, afraid of what might be waiting for me on the other side. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

I exhaled that deep breath as a sigh of relief when I saw it was Valerie’s mother. I was about to say what a nice surprise it was to see her when I noticed the swelling around her left cheek and eye.

“Vera! Oh God, what happened? Come in, come in!”

“I sorry to bother you. I did not know where I could go.” She had obviously been crying and was on the verge of breaking down again.

I led her to a chair in the kitchenette. “Let me get you some ice.”

“It is no trouble,” she insisted, trying to hold onto her pride. “It is nothing.”

I ignored her protests and put some ice in a ziplock bag and wrapped it in a clean dish cloth. She held it to her cheek, thanking me with her eyes.

“Tell me what happened,” I said as I sat down with her.

“I told Ernesto – this is my husband – that I know about his whores and I am not happy.” The tears welled. “And I say no more of that, and he is bad husband.” Her throat tightened and I quickly fetched her a glass of water. After a few sips, she went on. “He get very angry. He yell and scream and knock some things down, but I no back down. I yell and scream to him. I told him I no afraid and want a divorce from him.” The tears fell. “That’s when he go crazy and he do this.” She lifted the ice pack briefly to show what she meant. “He hit me other places, but not so bad.” Vera looked heavenward and muttered something in Spanish – or was it Portuguese? – either way, I didn’t understand it. “I do not know what to do.”

“You should call the police.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no. I cannot do that. He would lose his job, and my family would find out. No, no, no.”

“Well, you certainly can’t stay there.”

“I don’t have nowhere to go. My sister, she lives far away in Florida. My other family is in Brasil.”

“You can stay here. Yes, you can stay here until we find you a place of your own.”

“No, Gary’s mom, I cannot do that. I only need to get away from my house for a few minutes, then I go back.”

“Vera, you can’t do that. You can’t let him treat you like he did. You already did the hard part. If you don’t finish what you started, it will only happen again and you will be miserable the whole time.”

“I know, I know,” she said sadly, unable to look at me. “What you say is true, but…”

“But nothing. We’ll go get your things right now.”

“But there’s Cristoban and Valencia…”

“We’ll get them, too,” I pronounced with more confidence than I felt. What was I getting myself into? Vera took the ice pack away from her face and moved it to her shoulder. Seeing the bruise that was already forming on her cheek and under her eye strengthened my determination. “You can all stay here.”

She looked around my pathetic excuse for an apartment and laughed, even in as much pain as she was in. “We can’t. How can we all fit?”

“We’ll make it work. I promise this is the best thing you can do right now.” I took her hand and held it tight. “You don’t have to go through this alone. Please let me help you.”

She hesitated, took one more doubtful look around, then nodded, giving me a weak smile. “You are right. I must be strong and do what is right to do. No just for me, but for my children.” She put the ice pack down and drew herself up straight. “I will like to accept your help, Gary’s mom.”

“Joanne.”

She nodded and held back more tears. “Thank you, Joanne.”

We stood and hugged. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but I couldn’t just turn my back on this poor woman. I then suddenly became aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra under my blouse, or panties under my jeans. Not only that, but my fingers must have reeked of pussy. If Valerie’s mother opened Gary’s laptop right now she’d see a paused video of him spraying a load of cum on my hairy cunt. The grander repercussions of what I’d just committed to began to sink in.

No more open door policy…

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 23
by DirtyMindedMom

I closed the door.

Gary gave me a strange look and put his laptop aside. I went and sat on his bed. His hand went naturally to my thigh, sliding up until his fingers were in my crotch. I didn’t want to be distracted, but I also didn’t want to pull his hand away.

“We need to talk,” I began.

“Uh oh, this can’t be good.”

“Well, it is and it isn’t.” I put my hand on his to keep him from rubbing my pussy through my pants. “As you may know, Valerie’s mom and dad aren’t getting along.”

Gary shrugged. “News to me.”

“They aren’t, and things have gotten pretty bad. I’m about to go over there and pick up Valerie, her brother, and her mom and bring them here. They’re going to be staying with us for a while.”

“Sweet,” he said, showing a big grin.

I knew his mind instantly went to the advantages of having his girlfriend living with us. This is why we needed this talk.

“I know it’s not going to be easy, but we have to make it work. For starters,” I nodded toward the closed door, “we’re going to have to go back to the normal amount of privacy around here.”

“Does that mean we can’t…?” His fingers gripped my thigh suggestively.

“We’ll have to wait and see. I don’t know exactly how things will play out, but we have to be very careful. The last thing I want is for Valerie’s mom to find out how things are between the two of us. That could be very dangerous and get me into a lot of trouble.”

“Can a son get conjugal visits with his mom when she’s in prison?”

I punched him lightly in the stomach. “Stop! This is serious. It’ll be hard at first, but we can handle it.”

“You always handle it when it’s hard, Mom.” He pushed himself against my hip and I could feel his erection.

“Ugh, you’re impossible!” There was only one way I was going to get him to listen.

I turned, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and started sucking. He lay back and moaned. With one hand massaging a tit through my shirt, my son enjoyed my oral attentions and after a few minutes he was pumping a thick load down my throat. I gratefully swallowed all of it, then tucked him away.

“Now listen,” I said. “I’m going to give my room to Valerie’s family. Cris can stay in there with them, or he can sleep on the sofa in the living room. And then I’m going to move into your room with you.”

His sleepy eyes lit up at that. “So we get to sleep together every night?”

“I’m going out later and getting you an air mattress for you to sleep on.”

“Uh huh.” He gave me a sly look and I knew what he was thinking.

“Remember how all this started? These walls are paper thin. If you so much as get a hard-on, they’ll all be able to hear it. We can’t be stupid about this and screw everything up.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He patted my leg reassuringly. “I’ll try to control myself.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” I still had my doubts, but I had to trust him.

“You’re heading over there now to pick them up?”

I checked my watch. “In about ten minutes.”

“So…this is the last time we’ll have the place to ourselves for a while?”

“I suppose it is.”

“In that case, do you want to sit on my face real quick before you go?”

“Gary, no! C’mon, what did we just talk about? We have to cool it.” I shook my head, exasperated, and headed for the door. I paused with my hand on the knob. Feelings of lustful longing stirred between my legs. “Okay, fine,” I said pulling my pants down, “one more before we put this thing on hold.”

My son was still laughing at me as I mounted his face and muffled his mocking smugness with my very wet, very horny pussy.

~ ~ ~

It was a bit of a circus trying to get Vera, her kids, and all their stuff into my car. In the end we had to put Valerie and Cris on the bus while me and Vera drove back to the apartment. Gary helped bring everything in, and the place was a jumble of activity for the next several hours as everyone sorted out their new living space. Vera was all frayed nerves and anxious energy. Her son Cris was a silent and sullen. Valerie was chipper, trying to make it all out to be a great adventure. I just hoped that the neighbors who were kind enough to ignore the loud sex noises coming from my place would also ignore the sound of a crowd of people now living there. The last thing I needed was for my landlord to figure out I was violating my lease.

Aside from some suggestive looks at one another, Gary and Valerie managed to keep their hands to themselves. I didn’t expect that to last for long, but if they could keep their monkey business restricted to when Valerie’s mom wasn’t around they should be okay.

Somewhere along the way Cris shed his tank top and I was treated to a view of his lean, well-muscled body. The light sheen of sweat only enhanced the alluring effect. No wonder Valerie took such delight in spying on her brother jerking off whenever she could. I found myself concocting ways that I might catch him playing with his cock, then mentally scolded myself. If this was going to work, I had to behave like a mature, responsible woman and control my indecent urges.

It quickly became apparent that control was just one of the skills I would need to master. Patience was another. Five people sharing one small bathroom proved to be a real challenge right away. I was pushed to the verge of a panic attack every time I considered what the morning routine might look like going forward. My virtuous sense of playing the knight in shining armor to Vera’s damsel in distress was fading fast in light of the reality of what I’d brought upon myself. And that damn boy of hers with his smooth mocha skin and strong arms wasn’t making things any easier for me.

At last things quieted down and bedtime was upon us. Vera and Valerie would be sharing my bed. Cris wanted to take the couch, but his mom insisted that he sleep on the air mattress in her room. She confided in me that she was worried about him sneaking out and running with his friends at night – friends that “were no good boys,” as she described them. I was going to be sleeping in Gary’s bed, with him on the floor using the other air mattress I had purchased that afternoon. This left almost no place to walk in his prison-cell sized room. He’d joking suggested bunk beds, and I was seriously considering it!

I lay in bed exhausted, listening to the Ramos family getting settled in. There was a lot of rapid fire Portuguese flying back and forth. I couldn’t tell if they were arguing or just talking. Once they quieted down, I began to drift off. Before I made my escape into sleep, I felt a hand slip up under my panties and squeeze my ass.

“Gary, no…” I whined in a low whisper. He shifted closer, spooning me from behind. His bare cock pressed against the back of my thigh. “Get off my bed.”

“You mean my bed.” His lips were almost touching my ear. “You looked so sexy today, Mom.”

“Shut up. I was a mess. Now stop that,” I hissed. His hand was working its way from my butt cheek to between my legs. “I was sweating like a pig and didn’t get to take a shower.”

“Mmmm, now you’re just trying to tempt me.” His finger wormed into my slit, still moist from the day’s exertions.

“Shhhh.” I tried not to let myself fall under the spell of what he was doing to my pussy hole. “Gary, we can’t. We talked about this. Get your finger out of there.”

“Mom, I want to eat your pussy so bad right now.”

“No.” I was convinced they could hear us in the next room even though we were whispering. “We’re not doing this. And I’m all stinky anyway.”

“That’s what’s making me so horny. All those mommy pheromones.”

Geez, what were they teaching teenagers nowadays? “What do you know about pheromones?” His wetted finger slipped up to my clit and I had to fight back a moan. The last thing I wanted to do was encourage him.

“Those are the things that women’s bodies make when they want to fuck.”

“Well, since I don’t want to fuck, that means there are no pheromones here, young man. Now get off me.”

He moved away and I was relieved that he finally listened. I had realized over the past weeks that I had given up a great deal of authority as a mother once I’d started fooling around with my son. I was becoming less of a parent to him and more of a sex buddy. I knew that was generally a bad thing, but there was no going back at this point.

Instead of returning to his own bed, however, my incorrigible son ducked under the covers and began kissing my ass. The persistent little fucker. I tried to quietly push his face away, but in a contest of strength he would win every time. My only chance was to beat him in a contest of wills. “I’m not doing this, Gary. Stop it right now or you’re going to be in big trouble.”

That’s when he got far enough down that he was able to stick his tongue between my cheeks, low down near my asshole. And that’s when I also lost that contest of wills I was referring to. He forced his face in deeper and wiggled the tip of his tongue over my anus. I had to cover my mouth to hold in the moan. After that, he knew he’d won.

I struggled pointlessly and only half-heartedly as he wrestled down my panties. “No…” I protested weakly, unable to sound the least bit convincing. My son rolled me onto my tummy, grabbed my hips, and hoisted me up onto my knees. With my butt in the air, he groped me roughly in the dark.

“I’m going to eat your pussy and your ass, Mom. You’re just going to have to scream into the pillow if you don’t want anyone to hear how hard I’m going to make you cum.”

And that’s just what I did. He started with my butt, as I hoped he would. I held my cheeks open wide for him as he licked, sucked and tongue fucked my sweaty asshole. If I wasn’t so distracted by the things being done to me, I would have marveled at what a slut my son had managed to turn me into after only a couple months after leaving his father. What depths might he get me to plunge to after he’s had a year to corrupt me? Or was it me corrupting him?

I tried to hold it in, but I let another grinding moan loose into the pillow, my face pressed into it tight, barely able to breathe. Gary moved down to my cunt at just the right time, saving me from having to beg him to suck me there. He worked me over with his mouth, using all the tricks he’d learned over the past weeks. He now knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it. The boy could play my pussy like a well-tuned instrument. I should have been embarrassed that his face was down there in my swampy mess of a crotch, but the fact that my not-so-fresh condition turned him on the way it did made me want to mash my reeking cunt in his face all the more.

When he started sucking my clit with a determined passion I knew it would only be a matter of moments. Those moments came a lot quicker once he pushed a finger in my asshole. Everything flexed all at once and there was no doubt they could hear my pillow-muted scream of ecstasy. My only prayer was that they had already fallen asleep.

Gary kissed and nuzzled me gently for the next several minutes. From the way the bed was bouncing I could tell he was jerking off. I was disappointed that I couldn’t see it, but I left my ass in the air for him so he could enjoy himself after the pleasure he had given me. After a minute he made a quick move, pressed the head of his cock against my asshole, and with a soft grunt unleashed a warm wad of cum that oozed up my ass crack and down my pussy slit at the same time. I took advantage of the added natural lube to rub my clit off to another quick orgasm before falling limply to the bed.

My son snuggled up to me again, his breath stinking of ripe twat. I wanted to tell him to get in his own bed, but only had enough energy to think it. We fell asleep that way with my last fading thought being a hope than no one finds us like that in the morning.

~ ~ ~

Life was chaotic those first few days, but things slowly began settling into little routines here and there. There was no stopping Vera from doing all kinds of housework that I’d been neglecting – partly due to my general lack of respect for the dump we were living in, and mostly due to how much of my time was spent jerking off with my son. She was also a wonderful cook, which helped soften the disappointment at not being able to come home to a hard cock after a long day at work.

Gary and Cris were a bit standoffish with each other at first, but a mutual love of basketball and video games soon had them getting along tolerably well. Much to my relief, Gary and Valerie were behaving themselves (at least as far as I could tell). I’m sure Vera had had more than a few stern talks with her daughter before moving her in here with her boyfriend. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I feared it might be.

That first weekend, I pried Vera out of the apartment and took her with me to the mall. We’d spent several evenings sitting on the sofa having tearful conversations late into the night. It was time to get her out and in the light of the world. Nothing improved my mood like a trip to the mall, and I hoped it would do the same for her.

My ulterior motive was to give the kids the apartment to themselves for a bit. Maybe if Valerie fucked my son’s brains out for a couple of hours he wouldn’t force me to molest him every night. It felt great, obviously, but the stress over getting found out was really working my nerves down to their raw ends. I dreaded the night when I would finally snap and let loose with a screaming orgasm and give away my shameful secret.

I talked Vera into some new clothes, including some sexy new underwear. She thought I was crazy, but I convinced her it was the best thing to make her feel like a woman again and give her the confidence she needed to keep forging ahead with her new independence.

This was the start of a series of excursions every few days. I brought her to my salon, then to the day spa I hadn’t been to myself since I’d left my own rat-fink of a husband. There were more visits to the mall to update Vera’s wardrobe, and she even went to a couple of my aerobics classes with me. Yes, there were still plenty of those emotional heart-to-hearts, but the balance of our conversations were shifting away from our failed marriages and more toward creating an exciting new future for ourselves. I had come to genuinely like Vera and enjoyed spending time with her. The only thing that kept us from getting closer was that I knew if she had any idea what I was doing with my son in the next room while she slept at night, she’d want to get as far away from me as fast as she could.

I was sucking my son’s cock while I fingered my pussy during one of those forbidden nights, when he surprised me with an off-hand comment. “Good job on the makeover, by the way. Valerie’s mom is looking pretty hot lately.”

I popped his dick out of my mouth. “And here I thought I was special. Apparently you want to fuck every mom that comes along.” I wasn’t really upset…but, then again, maybe I was a little.

“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck her. Geez,” he rolled his eyes and began stroking himself since my mouth wasn’t taking care of him any longer. “I’m just saying I never really noticed her before ‘cause she was always so…frumpy, I guess. With her hair fixed up, and some makeup on, she’s not half bad. I can kind of see now that when she was younger she probably looked a lot like Valerie. I mean, her tits are bigger, and she’s got more junk in the trunk, but yeah…” His hand was moving pretty fast in the dark, the head bumping against my cheek every few strokes. “Yeah…I don’t want to fuck her, but I probably would.”

The male mind never ceases to astound me. “And how would you do it? Doggy style so you could grab onto all that junk and go to town on her from behind?”

“Mmm, definitely. And you’d be there watching the whole thing, Mom. Fucking yourself while I fucked Mrs. Ramos.”

I wanted to be miffed at him, but it was impossible under these conditions. I resumed playing with my pussy, giving into it. “I’d be watching you slide that long, hard cock of yours into her pussy. Hearing the loud slap of you slamming into her, seeing her ass ripple with each thrust.”

“Valerie would be there, too. Getting her pussy eaten by her mom while I fucked her harder and harder.”

“Cris would be licking my asshole and jerking off while I shoved my whole fist in my cunt.”

“Fuuuuck, Mom, you nasty slut…uggghhhh…”

Warm cream began spurting onto my face, catching me by surprise. I turned and caught the second half of his orgasm in my mouth just as my own came. I had gotten pretty good at the silent climax over the past weeks, but the strangled cry in my cum-slicked throat was louder than I wanted it to be.

“We can’t do that again,” I whispered once we’d gotten cleaned up and under the covers.

“Oh, c’mon, that was hot. You got off on it just as much as I did.”

“It’s not that. They’re guests in our house. It just feels, I don’t know, disrespectful.” Gary’s fingers toyed with one of my nipples as we lay there. “Plus, I just know that when I take Vera to her church, and I’m sitting next to her in that pew, all I’m going to be able to think about is you and me doing unspeakably filthy things with her. That’s not something I want to have to go to confession for.”

He chuckled. “If you ever go to confession, Mom, they’re going to have to bring in backup priests.” He sucked on my breast to accentuate his point. “Probably even call in the Vatican.”

I smacked him on the head and pulled my tit away. “Brat. If I’m going to hell, I’m taking you down with me.” I grabbed his mostly hard cock and started stroking him vigorously. He reached over and jammed two fingers in my puss. We masturbated each other to a quick succession of incestuous orgasms, then finally managed to get to sleep.

~ ~ ~

It was a few days after this that I came home to find Vera looking serious and downcast.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen.” From the way she looked so distressed, I was worried that her husband had tracked her down here and was making threats, or worse.

“Yes, something happened. Please, come sit down.”

We sat at the small dining table. I noticed the kids weren’t around.

“The boys are at the basketball, and I send Valencia to the library for to do her homeworks there.” Her voice was gravely serious and it was difficult for her to look at me. She was having a hard time getting herself to say any more.

“It’s okay, Vera. What is it? Whatever it is, I’m right here to help you get through it. Is it Ernesto?”

She shook her head. “No, it is about you.”

Oh, shit! Was this it? She’d put it all together and she was about to confront me about having sex with my own son. My stomach tightened and I was on the verge of being sick.

“Me?” My voice was weak and tremulous.

“Not something you did,” she looked up, suddenly realizing the impression she’d given me. “It was something my Valencia did. Something very bad.” She plucked a tissue from the box on the table, and dabbed at an eye, then twisted in her hands. “I came home from the market. The boys were no home. I heard something and went to look. That’s when I saw my daughter…she was…I’m sorry.”

“Saw her what, Vera?”

“She…she was doing something bad…and…” Vera looked at me stricken. She stood and went to a cabinet and took something out that was wrapped in one of my washcloths. She put it on the table and I had a funny feeling I knew what it was. “She had this.” Vera revealed my vibrator, her hand shaking as she quickly moved to cover up the offending device. “I am so sorry,” she wailed, about to break down in sobs. “You open you home to us, and…and…”

“Vera.” I took her hand. “Vera! Relax. It’s okay.”

“It’s no okay. You don’t understand. My daughter, she was all naked, and she had your thing – your private thing – up inside of her, and she was…” Vera broke off and crossed herself, looking heavenward.

“You don’t have to say it,” I said calmly, “I know what it’s used for. It is my private thing, after all.”

“Oh, I am so ashamed. I punished her, and I will punish her more when I thinking straight again.”

“There’s no need to punish her,” I insisted, not sure if she was even hearing me. “She was just masturbating. That’s what teenagers do. It’s not something we need to punish them for.”

She nodded, still beside herself. “I know, I know. I was a teenager, too, a long time ago. But this are a bad things she do. She breaks your privacy and she takes your sex thing like that.”

God, why does she have to talk about my “thing” like that?

“Look, it’s probably more my fault than anything. In all the bustle of you moving in, I forgot all about my dildo.” I gave the last word a little more emphasis than I probably should have. “I left it under the mattress, which is where she must have found it. Of course she was curious, like all of us were at her age, and she tried it out. It’s really not that big of a deal when you think about it.”

Vera had settled down some, but her expression was still anxious. “I was afraid she went to your room and took from your things.”

“No, she didn’t. I was careless and didn’t realize I had left it there in your room. I would have noticed sooner, but it’s not like I’ve had a chance to use it lately with my son sleeping in the same room with me.” I wasn’t about to tell here that was only because I was using his cock to masturbate with instead.

Vera was blushing. We had gotten very close in time since she’d moved in, but our conversations never ventured into this territory before. Sex wasn’t a topic I was sure she’d be comfortable with.

“She is still a bad girl. My daughter was using it like she was with a man. You know?”

“I know what you’re saying.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “That’s what you do with a dildo, Vera. It’s for when you can’t be with a man…or don’t want to be. Your daughter is a beautiful young woman, with a lot of romantic feelings. It must be difficult for her to be living under the same roof as her boyfriend. Isn’t it better that she has sex with my dildo instead of with my son?” I might have laid it on too thick with that. “She’s not going to get any babies from fucking my vibrator.”

She nodded. “Maybe you are right,” she conceded, not sounding entirely convinced.

I got up and gave her a little hug, then got her a glass of water. She had a sip and looked forlornly at the elongated lump within the washcloth. I reached over and uncovered it. She looked away, but couldn’t help looking back at it with a kind of guilty fascination.

“I’m guessing you don’t have one of your own?”

She shook her head ever so slightly. “I…I cleaned it all off…twice.”

I picked it up and sniffed it. “Mm hmm, good as new.” I shouldn’t have felt so wickedly satisfied by the mix of horror and attentiveness that little move brought about from Valerie’s mom. “Thank you.” It hadn’t escaped me that she’d avoided my question. “My husband and I hadn’t had sex for many months before we split up. This helped me get through a very difficult time.” I twisted the cap and let it buzz for a few seconds before turning it back off. “I’m guessing it’s been a while for you, too?”

Again, the slightest of head nods. “My husband no want the sex with me when he has his whores to go with.”

“I don’t care about him – what about you?”

“What about me?”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” It was mean of me, bordering on cruel, to talk like this to her, but she could tell me to shut up anytime she wanted.

“Oh, I don’t worry on that. I’m an old woman, I don’t need to think of sex things.”

“Don’t give me that old woman crap, Vera. You’ve got a lot more going for you than you think.” I shouldn’t say anything, but I did. “Just the other day Gary mentioned to me that since you moved in he’s noticed how beautiful you are.”

“No. You lie to make me feel good.”

“It’s true. And I think he’s right. You’re a very attractive woman.” I caught her eye. “A very desirable woman.”

She was too flustered to know what to say. She tossed the twisted tissue on the table, then picked it up again almost immediately. “Okay, but it don’t matter, because I no have a man, so that’s all.”

I fixed her with a dubious look. “That’s not all, Vera, and you know it.” I kept my gaze steady, watching her shift uncomfortably. “There’s no reason you can’t make yourself feel good. You don’t need a man for that, as you are very well are aware.”

“Yes, but it’s no important. It’s…” she trailed off. Was she realizing that she was lying to herself?

“It is important. Sex is very important. It’s part of who we are. As women, it’s a source of great strength. An orgasm can take away your stress, clear you mind, and give you new perspective. And, even if it does none of those things, it feels so fucking good.”

She fought to suppress a knowing smile. “I’m a mother, with children to take care of…” Her excuses were getting thin and she knew it.

“I’m a mother, too.” I waved the toy. “But I don’t let that stop me. There are no good reasons not to, and about a million good reasons for you to take care of yourself and enjoy some pleasure. You deserve it.”

She looked around as if suddenly afraid someone might be overhearing our conversation. It was just us. “I don’t have time for that. And the apartment is all so full of kids.”

“There are no kids here now.” I took one of her hands and placed my dildo in her palm. “It’s clean, charged up, and ready to go.”

She shook her head even as her fingers wrapped around it. “No…I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. I insist.” I stood and pulled her up with me. “Go to your room and give yourself the orgasm you deserve. I’ll watch for the kids and make sure they don’t come in until you’re done.”

“What will you say?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. Now go – scoot! I don’t want to see you again until you’ve given yourself a good, long orgasm.” I herded her toward the bedroom.

She turned to me, thought better of what she was going to say, went into the room and softly closed the door behind her. I made a show of walking away, landing my footsteps heavier than I needed to. After a few minutes of tense anticipation, I tip-toed back. I slipped quietly into the bathroom where I could listen but at the same time have an easy excuse for being just outside her door.

I could make out a vague rustling here and there, but not much else. After about five more minutes of silence, I gave up and accepted that my pep talk wasn’t as rousing as I’d hoped it was. Well, at least I might have deflected some of the trouble away from Valerie. The poor thing must be traumatized after being caught fucking herself with my dildo like that. I checked my hair in the mirror quickly, then reached for the light switch. I flipped it and heard a buzzing sound. For a second I thought I’d caused it, then realized it was coming from the bedroom. Vera had fired up my vibrator!

I half expected it to get turned off right away, but it didn’t. I was soon able to recognize the familiar sound of the rubberized dick coming in contact with flesh – wet, womanly flesh. Yes! She was really doing it. I’d talked this formerly dowdy, repressed, devout woman into masturbating her pussy. I felt like I should be on a podium collecting a gold medal. I held my breath and listened.

Thank God for our paper thin everything around the apartment. I crept little closer and was even able to hear her breathing. It was too much for me. I unbuttoned my pants and shoved a hand down into my panties. Talk about a violation of privacy. But this was too good to pass up. I kept half an ear out for anyone approaching the front door. The boys would be easy to detect, but Valerie might be able to sneak up on me while I was distracted. Although, I didn’t care if she was the one who caught me fingering my cunt while I eavesdropped on her mom masturbating her clit to a long overdue orgasm.

I was dying to see what was happening in there, but I had to content myself with painting a mental picture. I imagined Vera in her serviceable bra and briefs, unwilling to get completely naked for this. Her fingers slip inside one of the large cups as she tentatively teases a nipple. She started by rubbing the vibrator over her pussy through her underwear, but now has the crotch pulled to one side. She touches the toy to her lips experimentally and smiles at the ticklish feeling it sends through her down there. She taps it against her clit, only then becoming aware of how stiff it has become. Yes, it has been a long time.

She explores further. The vibrator roams over her vulva, her labia, down toward her opening. She’s too shy to put it inside her. Maybe she doesn’t like the idea of sticking something in there that’s not a living cock. Or perhaps she’s a little put off by the fact that her daughter had been fucking that same dildo just a few hours earlier. But then she thinks about how many times that “thing” has been in my cunt. She slides the tip down her slit, and pushes it into her wet vagina.

I pushed two fingers into my own vagina as I envision her whole body reacting to the satisfying sense of penetration. The emptiness is being filled, she has something to grip tight within her most intimate self. It’s better than she would have guessed and she’s feeling glad she took my advice. She begins fucking herself, just as she saw her own daughter fucking herself. Her big tits wobble up and down with the motion, one spilling free of her bra, the big brown areola looking so soft and inviting.

I heard her breathing quicken and worried that maybe she could hear mine doing the same. She’d be humiliated if she knew I was listening, but maybe I didn’t care. Maybe I wanted her to know. God, what was wrong with me? Not everyone was as sick and twisted as I was. I didn’t need to sink myself any deeper into the cesspool of depravity that I was already mired in. Then there came a soft moan, and all thoughts of self-recrimination fled.

God, she was going to make herself cum. And it was because of me. Because I had insisted she masturbate. And she listened. This all but sexless woman was playing with her pussy right on the other side of that flimsy door. If only it were open. Another soft moan, and I was about to cum myself. A series of light panting breaths, a stretch of strained silence, then a sigh. My jaw clenched as my own orgasm broke free. My knees went slack, and I struggled not to make a sound as I worked my clit with the tiniest movements of my fingers I could use and still get myself off.

I stood still for almost half a minute, not trusting my ability to walk away with any amount of stealth. Once my senses began to return to something approaching normal, I stole away. When I made it to the kitchen, I buttoned up, rinsed my hands, and splashed a little water on my face. I went and sat down on the sofa and waited for my heart to slow down.

The bedroom door opened. I heard the bathroom sink going. She was apparently rinsing and splashing just as I had. A minute later she was sidling through the kitchen with a sheepish look on her face. She was dressed in a tight pair of jeans and sweatshirt that I recognized as one of Valerie’s. It made her look ten years younger. I could see the glow in her face. Her whole posture was different. There was a sparkle in her eye that had been missing since I’d met her. She held my dildo to her chest in both her hands.

“How’d it go,” I asked cheerily, already knowing the answer.

She gave a bashful shrug. “I don’t know where you want this,” she said, glancing toward my room searchingly.

“You know what? How about you hold onto it for now?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t.” Her protest was undermined by the way she clutched the toy tighter. “What if…you need it?”

“Then I’ll know just who to go to when I do. Or, if you’d rather not share, we can go out tomorrow and buy you one of your own.”

“No…no, no.” She blushed as the idea took hold of her thoughts. “We can share for now, if that is okay for you.”

“It’s more than okay. I really like the idea.” I got up and gave her another friendly hug. “To be honest, it turns me on a little.” I gave her quick peck on the cheek. “It’s like we’re naughty sisters with our own little dirty secret.”

“Yes, it is a dirty secret,” she said solemnly.

I was afraid I’d pushed it too far. Dammit, why couldn’t I just be cool about it and not step over the line like I seemed to keep doing lately?

Then a shy smile crossed her lips. “A very dirty secret.”

She repaid my kiss on the cheek with one of her own, then trotted off to her bedroom to hide her new prize. I wanted to follow her, throw her down on the bed, and ravage her right then, but I was smart enough to know I couldn’t do that.

At least not right then…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy, Ch. 24
By DirtyMindedMom

I woke up in the middle of the night and was annoyed. I was having a sex dream and in it I was just about to get my pussy licked when for some reason I was suddenly awake. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep and pick up where I left off. That’s when I felt a tongue working its way into my slit, gently searching for my clit.

It was instantly obvious to me that it wasn’t Gary. My heart leapt with a moment of fear and excitement. A soft cheek brushed against my thigh. It was a female. The tip of her tongue found my clit and my legs parted wider. It had to be Valerie, but there was a small chance it could be her mother. I hadn’t been sure that was something I had even wanted, but the charge I got out of the idea that Vera might have been so overcome with horniness that she’d bury her face between my legs confirmed it.

A little moan came from beneath the covers and I knew for sure it was Valerie. What a darling she was. I reached down and with a hand on the back of her head pushed her mouth against my crotch. She responded by sucking and licking more intently. Good girl.

Gary’s breathing nearby told me that he was fast asleep on his air mattress. We had jerked off together before going to sleep, but instead of satisfying me it had only made me more horny. I knew it was dangerous, but I welcomed Valerie’s incursion into my bed while everyone slept.

I pulled the blanket aside. The shadowy shape of the teen girl between my legs eating my pussy caused my clit to pulse with illicit pleasure. The price would be high if I ever got caught, but it felt too good to do anything but let her have her way with me. I wanted it. She wanted it. How could this be considered wrong?

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Harden,” she whispered then slurped at my increasingly wet hole. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” Her lips and tongue worked frantically up and down the length of my pussy.

“Shhh…” I lifted a breast and began sucking on one of my own nipples as the girl devoured my warm sex juices.

It took several minutes, but between the two of us I had a gut clenching orgasm that had me biting my pillow. We lay still for a time. I listened to make sure we hadn’t woken Gary. Valerie dried her wet cheeks on my inner thighs. I drew her up and she moved on top of me. She was naked. The feel of her soft tits pressed against mine was enthralling in every possible way. We kissed.

Her lips were flavored with my pussy. Her tongue was eager and velvety against my own. Her belly pressed against mine as her hips rolled between my legs. If only she had a cock.

“I want your cunt,” I breathed into her ear. “Sit on my face.”

Valerie didn’t hesitate for a moment. In only a few seconds her hot, steamy pussy was in my face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch to my mouth. A shudder of delight ran through me at the first taste of her. Her bald outer lips were rough with the stubble of a few days without shaving. I liked the way that felt. I sucked at her opening, swallowing down her adolescent juices. She could have gone to Gary and had his cock fill her up, but she wanted my tongue instead. I loved that.

I gave her my tongue, and everything else I had. I fingered her pussy while I sucked and licked her stiff clitty. I couldn’t resist letting a wetted finger slide out and circle her tight little asshole a few times. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. Valerie began humping my face, letting out tiny moans with each breath. It was increasingly difficult to remain bitter about my separation with my husband. If it wasn’t for that stupid bastard cheating on me I wouldn’t be lying here enjoying a faceful of delicious teen cunt.

I could feel her getting close and shoved two fingers up her twat. Even though she’d been fucking my son for a while now, she was still very tight. I felt her inner muscles pulsate and then she was cumming. The joy of sharing that pinnacle moment of pleasure with her suffused me with satisfaction. I hate to admit it, but making a woman cum is entirely different from getting a guy off.

Valerie’s body continued to shake above me as the aftershocks faded. She stifled a giggle that ended in a sigh. Once she’d caught her breath, she snuggled down next to me, her hand roaming from one of my breasts to the other, down my tummy, to my hairy pussy, then back up for another slow circuit of my lady parts. We drifted in space like that for a time until I caught myself dozing. It wouldn’t do for her mother to wake up and find me entangled with her naked daughter in the morning.

“Valerie,” I said nudging her. Her hand was cupped over my mound, the tip of her middle finger resting on my clit. “Wake up, sweetie.”

“Hmmm?”

“You’ve got to get back to your own bed.” She nodded, but didn’t move. Her hand gripped me down there, her finger circling my soft nub.

“Go, go, go…” I whispered with a more insistent nudge.

She kissed me, slipping a finger in my hole. I kissed her back and fought to resist the urge to keep her in my bed for another round. I almost called her back as she slipped out my door. I listened for a few minutes. It sounded like she made it safely back without waking her mother or brother. I spread my legs and began touching myself.

I added a third finger to the two I already had inside me. I needed a cock. I wondered if it would be possible to use Gary’s without waking him. No chance, I decided as I fucked myself. I shouldn’t even be considering such things. That was a line I was determined not to cross with my son, and just because he wasn’t aware of it wouldn’t make it okay. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good his dick would feel inside me.

My hand pounded into my pussy as I imagined it was Gary on top of me ramming his big cock into his mother’s horny cunt. I knew how much he wanted to fuck me, even if he did his best not to bring it up. It was also becoming increasingly difficult for me to deny how much I wanted to fuck him despite my stated convictions otherwise. Masturbation and oral sex were bad enough; I had to hold the line somewhere. I clamped my pussy around my fingers knowing how doing that to my son’s cock would make him cum inside me in a matter of seconds.

He’d shot his cum in my mouth, on my face, and all over my tits. He’d jerked his load on my pussy as I held my cunt lips open for him, and on my asshole as I spread my cheeks wide. My son had spewed on my belly, in my hair, and across my thighs. The only place he hadn’t cum is inside me…deep inside his mother’s loving cunt. It was too awful to think about, yet there I was thrashing my way through a mind-blowing orgasm imagining what it would feel like.

I was a horrible mother. A disgusting pervert corrupting everything around me. A selfish deviant who had somehow become addicted to the most depraved kind of sex. Only a few months ago I was a normal mom and housewife. I could count on two fingers the number of “kinky” things I had done in my life. How did I end up like this? I’d heard of the Slippery Slope argument enough times, but now I knew it wasn’t something to be dismissed lightly.

Was there any hope of going back? Could I be “normal” again? Or was it too late for me? I loved the things I was doing, but I hated myself for doing them. Every time I came to the resolution that all this wasn’t so bad, I would inevitably swing the other way. Fear of being caught should have been the only evidence needed to prove to myself it was wrong. And yet I knew that in the morning my son was going to wake up with his cock in my mouth.

I was tempted to go to him right then, but that would only mess with my mind all the more. Tomorrow would be a new day. With any luck the guilt would be gone, replaced by the singular need to feel my boy’s penis thrusting to the back of my throat and tasting his life-giving sperm on my tongue.

~ ~ ~

I strolled out of my bedroom wearing nothing but my light summer robe after sleeping in for a few hours. It was Monday and the salon was closed and I had the day off. The kids were in school, so it was just me and Vera in the apartment. The flavor of my son’s cum was still in my mouth as I made myself a cup of coffee. Vera was at the little kitchen table pouring over the want ads in the newspaper. I loved how old school she was.

We exchanged small talk about the lack of decent jobs, the kids, and other bits of nothing. The whole time I was fighting the urge to undo the knot at my waist and let my robe fall open. Being practically naked in front of my sexually repressed house guest was making me ridiculously horny. I wanted to flaunt my tits and pussy in front of her and see how she’d react. I was terrible. I was becoming a sexual predator in my own home.

I decided to take a slightly more subtle tack. “Vera, would be okay if I borrowed my thing back from you?”

“Your thing?”

“The dildo. I’m feeling real horny for some reason and I should probably take advantage of the kids not being around while I can.” I loved how talking the way I was flustered her so. “I could really use a couple good orgasms right about now.”

“Oh…yes…of course…your thing…I go get it…”

She hurried off to her room. She might not be so quick to help me out if she knew her daughter had been riding my face last night. Vera came back with my dildo bundled up in a brightly patterned silk scarf. I unwrapped it in front of her.

“Ah, there’s my handsome boyfriend.” I kissed the tip and Vera’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Has our new friend been wearing you out?”

She laughed nervously. “No…no. I only use one…or maybe two times.” It was adorable how embarrassed she was admitting that to me.

“Not the same as having a real cock, but you have to admit that it does feel good.”

Vera nodded, having a hard time meeting my eye. “I can go to market for to give you some privacy.”

“No, don’t be silly. Relax, finish your coffee. There’s no reason for us to be shy around each other. It’s not like we’re a couple of silly teenagers. We’re mature women who understand our sexual needs and aren’t ashamed of them. Right?”

She was taken a bit off guard by that, but she managed a small smile. “Yes. What you say is true.” Her tone wasn’t as sure as her words, but it was enough for me.

“Okay, then,” I stood, feeling my tits bouncing freely under my thin robe. “I’m going to go take care of myself, but I should warn you that I tend to be a little loud sometimes. I hope that’s okay.”

Vera nodded and shrugged at the same time. The poor woman was at a loss of how to deal with me. I headed back to my room and closed the door partway. I was tempted to leave it wide open, but I thought that might be too bold at this stage.

I dropped my robe, got down onto my bed, and turned the vibrator on. I positioned myself on my knees with my back to the door. I wanted to embolden Vera to watch just in case she was inclined to peek into my room while I was playing. I began fingering myself and touching the buzzing dildo to my nipples.

Visions of sweet, young Valerie between my legs came to me, her darling face pressed to my hairy pussy, hungry for the taste of my horny fuck hole. I slipped the dildo up inside me and let out a moan. It wasn’t full volume, but enough to be heard by anyone in the apartment with me.

I then pictured the scene from just a few hours ago. I pulled Gary’s blanket down as he slept to expose his morning hard-on. I licked and sucked his balls until he stirred, then took his cock in my mouth, circling my tongue around his soft head. He let me do all the work, which I didn’t mind one bit. I bobbed up and down on his erection, my lips wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. I let out another moan recalling that moment of silent bliss we shared when his balls tightened and he filled his mother’s mouth with several spurts of precious semen. I’ll never grow tired of giving my son that kind of pleasure.

I was bouncing up and down on the dildo by that point, the base of it wedged against the mattress leaving my hands free to play with my tits and tug on my nipples. I was panting and moaning as I fucked my toy. Knowing that Vera could hear me made it all the more exciting. Imagining that she was listening, and maybe even touching herself as I had, propelled me quickly toward orgasm. I wanted to turn and see her standing in my open doorway, slacks and panties pulled down, fingers in her pussy, desperately beating off to the sight of me humping my dildo. I didn’t dare look and risk spoiling the fantasy.

“Oh, yes!” I blurted out in a barely restrained wail. “Fuck me. Fuck that horny pussy!”

That was all it took to send me over. I dropped down, plunging the dildo as deep as it could go and cried out with a series of orgasmic moans that left no question as to what was happening. I flopped over on the bed and let the sex chemicals flow through my brain like an addict who’d just shot up. I glanced at the door, but there was no evidence that Vera had been there.

After a few minutes I forced myself to get up. I wanted to laze around some more, but I also wanted to see my housemate before my high wore off completely. Instead of my robe, I slipped on a pair of panties and a skimpy white tank top. I tweaked my nipples to make sure they were showing through the light fabric.

Vera was on the sofa conspicuously flipping through a magazine. I went to the kitchen sink, rinsed off my fuck buddy, and left it standing on end next to the scarf on the table. I went and plopped myself down at the other end of the sofa.

“Whew, I needed that,” I said, patting the front of my panties suggestively.

Vera’s eyes flicked to me and quickly returned to the magazine she wasn’t reading. “Yes, it sound like you have good time.” She bit her lip as if upset with herself for saying that out loud.

“I’m sorry, I have a bad habit of being a bit noisy when I’m excited. I should be more careful.”

“No, is not bad,” she said. She looked at me, her eyes going from my face to my tits then back up. “I mean…I glad you have fun and it is good to hear.”

I couldn’t be certain, but I decided to interpret that as her telling me she liked listening to me make myself cum. I let a hand casually drift to one of my breasts.

“It was fun, but it would be more fun if it was with another person.” I pinched my nipple. Vera blushed and looked at her magazine. “It’s been so long,” I lied.

“You are very beautiful,” Vera offered, “you can find a man for that easy.”

I wasn’t sure how far I should push things. “I didn’t say the other person had to be a man.”

Vera looked at me without making an effort to hide her shock. “Oh! I did not know you were…that way…”

“Aren’t we all a little bit ‘that way’?” I asked with a friendly wink. “No, I’ve just been thinking lately that maybe another man isn’t the answer for me right now. As much as I love a nice cock, maybe it would be better for me to be with someone that wasn’t interested in anything more than just making each other feel good.” I rolled my hard nipple between my fingers as if it were as natural a thing to do in front of her as twirling a lock of my hair.

“When you say someone…you mean a woman, yes?”

“It’s not something I’ve ever done before,” the lies were piling up, “but I’ve always thought about it. It’s not something I would have seriously considered when I was younger, but nowadays it seems like everyone’s doing it.”

Vera nodded absently, her mind going somewhere I couldn’t guess at. “Yes. The girls go with girls easy today. It is a sin, but maybe no such a bad one.”

“Masturbating is a sin, too,” I laughed, “but that’s what confession is for. Right?”

“You say bad things,” she scolded me, then gave in to a laugh herself. She looked me over, making no secret of the fact that she was taking in my barely concealed tits and noticing the slight camel toe I was rocking downstairs. “I thinking I need to make a sin with your boyfriend now, too.”

With that cheeky comment, she got up from the sofa, retrieved the dildo from the table, and headed to her room. Even though I’d just cum, I was suddenly horny all over again. Vera had certainly come a long way from the serious, sullen woman she had been when I first met her. The question this raised was how much farther was she willing to go?

I heard what I thought was a moan. I held my breath and listened. The sound came again. I got up and peeked down the hall. Vera’s bedroom door wasn’t closed all the way, just like I had done. That saucy vixen. My hand was in my panties before I knew it. As my mental debate about what to do next bounced back and forth in my head, I was already creeping toward her door, getting more and more turned on as the sounds of her breathing heavily and moving around on the bed became more distinct.

My only intention was to listen, but I found myself leaning in just to check if I could see anything. A sudden tingle shot from my clit to my asshole. I could see something.

It wasn’t much. Some naked skin, an arm it turned out. That arm was moving suggestively. The flash of a breast. Dark nipple. More soft, lilting moans. She was surely masturbating. The wet sound of repeated penetration. But there was no buzzing. She was definitely fucking herself though.

“Yes…” I heard Vera whine softly. “So bad…”

I fingered myself quicker, trying not to make any noise. This was insanely hot. And I needed to see more.

I lightly touched the door, pushing it just a little. My narrow view expanded. Vera’s bare tits and tummy were revealed to me. Her body was sensuously alluring. Her proportions were similar to her daughter’s, but the maturity of her figure, the years of experience it suggested, made it even sexier. Any teenage girl can have a hot body, but at her age it takes a special lady to provoke the kind of desire I was feeling.

“Why you make me do this…?” Vera moaned quietly as she writhed. She was fucking herself faster. I had my middle finger up inside me, moving to match her pace.

I wanted to see what she was doing between her legs. I gave the door another nudge. I could see my target, but there was the tiniest of creaks from one of the hinges. I froze, cursing myself for being too greedy, then annoyed that I never thought to oil those stupid hinges before they moved in.

Vera paused for a brief moment at the suspicious noise, then carried on. I couldn’t see much from my angle, but her legs were open, both hands were down there, and there was no doubt she was fucking herself with the dildo. There was a large tuft of dark pubic hair that appeared even fuller than mine. I never wanted to put my face in another woman’s cunt as much as I did right then.

“I am cumming…” she moaned, not as quietly before. “I make my pussy cum…”

My fingertip found my magic spot up inside me, and I pressed the heel of my hand against my throbbing clit. I was determined to cum with her. Her legs flexed, her hips rose to meet her thrusts with the toy, and the sounds of wet sex became louder.

“Aiee, aiee, aaaaaaaie…” Her body arched up off the mattress and I knew she was being rewarded with a wonderful orgasm. A second later, I was sharing that same feeling.

It was all I could do not to cry out as my vision dimmed and my knees weakened. By the time my pleasure waned, Vera was lying motionless. I took one more longing look at her nakedness, and tiptoed away guiltily. Would she notice that the door was open wider than when she started? Did I give myself away when the door creaked? Did she suspect I was there and finish anyway?

I arranged myself on the sofa and picked up the magazine she had been looking at earlier. It was almost ten minutes before she rejoined me in the living room. She was dressed as before, but as she approached it was clear by the pronounced sway of her breasts that she hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on.

“Now there’s the look of a satisfied woman,” I teased as she sat down.

“A little bit satisfied, yes. Doing it for yourself is no the same as with someone else.”

Was the fact that she said “someone else” instead of “a man” meaningful, or was I reading too much into it? She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.

“Well…if you’re ever interested…” I teetered on going one of two ways with the rest of that sentence. I chickened out. “…we can always go out one night and maybe meet some nice men who would be willing to do it for us.”

Vera’s expression became a mix of shock and amusement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she clucked with a shake of her head. “So bad. No…I don’t think strange man is what I need right now.”

“Fine, then, we can look for a couple nice women instead.” My gut clenched. I was going too far too fast!

She chuckled, but the shock had faded and only amusement remained. “That is for silly schoolgirls,” she said wistfully, “no for grown up like us.”

Not what I was expecting to hear. I was still trying to figure out the most advantageous response when she spoke up again.

“I have to admit to you something.” Her face became troubled. She wanted to tell me, but she was afraid of how I’d react. “A week ago, I open bathroom door and see you son. He was with no clothes on, going to go in the shower. I see his thing down there. It was a little bit hard.”

She looked to see how I was reacting. I guess my blank stare was enough to encourage her to go on with her confession.

“He have his music things in his ears, so he no hear me. I close the door and go away.” She struggled for a few seconds before going on. “I think about him later in my bed. I remember his penis and have wrong ideas…”

File this under last thing I expected to hear.

“Okay…”

“I feel sorry for it and worry you hate me for this. I think on him many times at night.”

“I guess I can’t blame you. He is a good looking young man.” My head was racing. Was I feeling a bit jealous, or just excited by the possibilities? How could I use this to my advantage to get what I wanted? “If I saw your son Cris like that, I’d probably fantasize about his cock, too.”

“You no mad at me?”

“Why would I be?” I scooted close and took her hand. “We’re all crammed in this tiny apartment. We can’t avoid seeing and hearing things. Things that are normally private. You saw my son naked and it turned you on. That’s perfectly understandable given your situation.”

“I think too much about sex lately,” she said. Her regretful statement seemed designed for me for me to counter it. “He so young. I’m such old lady. I can’t think about boys that way.”

“I’m sure Gary would be flattered if he knew you were thinking of his cock and touching yourself.”

Vera looked away, but didn’t deny my allegation.

“Still…” She trailed off, probably distracted by more thoughts of my son’s dick.

“Was it nice? Gary’s penis…?”

“Very nice,” she said without thinking, then suddenly remembered who she was talking to. Her cheeks flushed. “He is good boy.”

“They grow up so fast.” For some reason it occurred to me then that I hadn’t heard her wash or rinse off after she’d finished in the bedroom. I lifted her hand and kissed her fingers in what appeared to be a friendly gesture of support. The scent of pussy was there. “You know,” I said with a jaunty tone, “if you asked, I wouldn’t be surprised if Gary would have sex with you. He thinks you’re a hot momma. What they call a MILF these days.”

“Oh, you crazy!”

“Maybe. But I still think he wants to fuck you.”

“He is my daughter boyfriend!”

“And a guy.”

“He won’t be a cheat.”

“Maybe not,” I conceded. “I did try to raise him right. But here we are, two horny women and we have two hot young men cooped up in this little apartment with us.” I shot her a wink.

“I already feel bad, and you going to make me feel worse,” she said with a hint of a giggle.

“You fuck my son, and I fuck yours. That sounds like a fair deal.”

“Oh my God! How do you even say that? You are the devil.”

“Can you imagine? We’ve been doing it with old men for so many years. Wouldn’t it be nice to be with a young guy, who has a really hard cock, and could fuck us as long as we wanted instead of falling asleep after two pumps?”

“Mmm, yes.” Her hardening nipples became obvious beneath her blouse.

“They would do whatever we wanted, and we could teach them new tricks. You’d be in your room making love to Gary, and I’d be right next door having sex with Cris.”

“Stop. I will go to hell just from listening to you.” Her eyes told me she wanted to hear more.

“I know you want my son’s nice penis.”

“And also you want the penis of my boy.” She shook her head again, a weak effort to deny what we both knew was true. “It is only something to think about,” Vera insisted.

I became aware that if I didn’t do something in that moment, this opportunity would be wasted.

I slipped my hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my panties. “How about we think about it together?” I leaned back on the sofa and opened my legs while I continued massaging my cunt. “Tell me what you want to do with my son’s cock.”

Vera hesitated. The fear in her eyes slowly ebbed and was replaced by lust. She unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her full breasts. She leaned against the armrest and pinched both of her nipples, her gaze focused on my circling hand.

“I would go on my knees in front of your son Gary and suck his big cock in my mouth.” Her fingers twisted the dark flesh at the tips of her breasts. “Now you say to me what would you do with the penis of my son?”

She was hooked! I couldn’t believe we were really about to do this…

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