Open Door Policy 28-30

Open Door Policy, Ch. 28
by DirtyMindedMom

I pulled Cris’s jock strap down and his mostly hard penis unfolded in front of me. His foreskin clung to his cock head, but slowly peeled back a little as he reached his full length. It wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever encountered, but he was only about a half inch shorter than Gary’s – which meant it was still a more than serviceable fuck tool. I was interested to see that it was also darker than the rest of his body, which created an enticing contrast and made his dick really stand out. I could feel my insides shaking and didn’t know if I could maintain my cool seductress act much longer.

“You have a beautiful penis, Cris.”

“Uh…thanks.”

“Does the foreskin always stay up like that?”

“No, not if you…sometimes it…like this…” He took his shaft between his thumb and forefinger and pulled back. The sheath of came down and his cockhead was completely exposed. He then pushed his fingers forward, and his sleek mushroom head was complexly engulfed.

I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never seen an uncut penis. I was legitimately intrigued by what I was witnessing. Just when I thought cocks couldn’t get any more interesting, this boy came along and taught me otherwise.

“That’s very sexy, Cris,” I said with all sincerity. “Thank you for showing me your cock. I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”

He shrugged with a bit of an awkward smile. “It’s okay, I don’t mind really.”

“I guess it would only be fair if I showed you something in return, right?”

It took a moment for that to sink in. When it did, he nodded slowly as if too stunned to believe this was really happening. His eyes went to my chest.

“My boobs? Would you like me to show you?”

Cris nodded again. “Yes…please.”

“I can’t imagine what your mother would think if she knew we were doing this.” I said this as much to remind myself what kind of risk I was taking as I was trying to get him to think about his mom while in a sexual situation. I lowered one of the thin straps of my flimsy sundress off my shoulder.

“She would kill me,” Cris said solemnly. “And maybe you, too.”

“Naw.” The other strap came down. “Your mother is more understanding than you think. She might be upset at first, but she would understand. She knows that you’re a young man with needs.” I turned my dress down, showing off the tops of my breasts but stopping short of revealing my nipples. “Your mom would understand because she has needs also…sexual needs just like you and me.”

He looked up from my breasts to see if I was serious about what I was saying.

“She knows what it’s like to be horny and to do things that might be considered bad.”

“My mom never does anything bad. She’s a saint.”

“But she’s also a woman.” I tugged my dress down, putting my tits on show for my friend’s son. “A woman who appreciates sexual pleasure just as much as anyone else.” I caressed my tits, circling my fingers around my areolas, coaxing my nipples to stiffness.

“I never thought about it before…” His words came out slowly as he fixated on my bare breasts.

“I’m a mother and I get horny. I think about sex, and get turned on when I see a handsome young man that I want. I will think about him sometimes and touch myself. I imagine what his cock looks like and I masturbate.” I pressed my hand between my legs to emphasis my point. “And your mother does the same thing. We’ve talked about it. Your mom is a good woman who wants sex. But she’s no saint.” I pushed one of my tits up and licked my nipple. “She needs it just like you do, Cris. It’s important that you understand that.”

“Okay…yeah, I guess…”

I let him watch me lick my other nipple. “There’s no way you’re going to play basketball with that big hard-on of yours. Would you like me to give you a little privacy so you can jerk off?”

“Jerk off?”

The poor boy was in a daze. “Or would you rather look at my tits some more?” I could see he was struggling with the cruel choice I was presenting him. “Wait, I have a better idea. What about if you take some pictures, then you can jerk off to my tits as much as you want. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay, good idea!” He scrambled for his phone, fumbled to open the camera function, then quickly began taking pictures before I had a chance to change my mind.

I gave him a few different poses, full-frontal, a little turn to the left, cupping them both, a nice nip lick, squeezing them together. He was clicking off pics as fast as he could while his cock dangled out in the open for me to admire.

“That should be enough to keep you busy for a little while,” I said, moving to pull my dress back up.

“Wait!” Cris cried out.

I paused, my tits still on display.

“I…I…think you’re very beautiful, Mrs. Harden.”

It was clear to me that he’d been wanting to say this to me for some time but was never able to muster the courage to do it. I knew he’d been masturbating to me for a while, but it was nice to know he might actually have developed feelings for me. It was silly, I know, but it turned me on nonetheless.

“Thank you, Cris.” I resumed rubbing my breasts lightly. “And what about Valerie?”

“What about her?”

“Do you think she’s beautiful?”

“She’s my sister.” His hand went to his cock. He probably wasn’t even aware that he’d done it, but it gave me a peek into his subconscious desires.

“But she’s still a beautiful girl, don’t you agree? With those big tits and that juicy ass.”

“I…don’t think about her like that.” He wasn’t convincing anyone, especially not me.

“She thinks like that.” I stepped closer to him and reached down to caress his balls with my fingertips. “Valerie told me how at your old apartment she would sometimes spy on you while you masturbated. She loved watching you stroke your hard cock and spray cum all over your belly and chest.” I cupped his balls, so warm and soft. “Your little sister would finger her wet pussy while she spied on you and she would make herself cum. She thought about you like that a lot.”

“She really said that?”

I nodded as my hand wandered up over his six-pack and well-defined chest. “The way she described it made me think that she would let you fuck her if you wanted to.” I pressed my tits against his chest and kissed his ear. “Would you like that, Cris? To put your big, hard cock in Valerie’s tight little pussy?”

“I couldn’t…not with my own sister. We would both go straight to Hell.”

“But at least you’d have been in heaven for a little while.” I’d planted the seed. If he hadn’t already considered doing his sister, he sure would after what I’d told him. “You poor boy. You must be ready to explode.” I looked down and saw that his hand was still tightly gripping his erection. “Should I leave you alone to jerk off to the pictures, or would you rather cum to the real thing?” I squeezed my tits together to sweeten the offer.

“I don’t…don’t know…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. I know how much teenage boys like to play with their cocks. My son masturbates all the time. Now that we’re living in the same room, I’ve even caught him doing it a few times. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to make yourself cum, go ahead and do it.”

He swallowed hard then made his decision. His hand began moving up and down his shaft. I gave him a reassuring smile and jiggled my titties for him. This seemed to help him relax and he began stroking more confidently.

“Mmm…you’ve been thinking about these tits lately, haven’t you?” I gave one of my nips a lick. “You’ve been wanting to see them.”

“Yes,” he confirmed with a rasp in his voice.

“You’ve been thinking about them late at night and quietly jerking off your cock while your mother and sister slept nearby in the same room.” I licked my other nipple, then bobbled both my tits up and down. “But you never thought it would really happen. You had no idea what a horny slut I was.”

“I didn’t think I would get horny for an older lady, but…”

“But then you realized that we have more experience. We know the best way to suck a cock.” I licked my lips and tweaked my nipples hard. “We know just how to fuck. And, best of all, we’ll do anything you want. Women like me and your mom aren’t shy little girls anymore. We’ll let you slap our big titties around, spit on our cunts, or shove whatever you want up our asses.”

“Fuck, Mrs. Harden…oh, fuck…”

He was getting close. I gave my tits a few hard slaps to let him know I wasn’t kidding around. “We’ll spread our legs wide for you, lick your balls, and let you jack off all over us. We know how to please a man, and we older ladies understand what a teen boy like you needs to satisfy his lusts.”

“I’m gonna cum…”

“Where, Cris? Tell me where you want to cum?”

“On..on your tits?” He wasn’t sure if I was serious or how far he could push his luck.

I knelt down in front of him and held my breasts up under his bobbing cock. “Go ahead then. Shoot that big load of hot cum all over my slutty tits. Don’t hold back, sweetie, give me all you’ve got.”

“Uuuuuggghhhh!”

His cockhead swelled and jets of white boy cream coated my tits with warm wetness.

“That’s it…get it all out. All over my horny tits, baby.” As soon as he was done pumping the last drops from his balls onto me, I began licking up his mess of spunk. I glanced up to see his stunned expression. I guess none of the girls he’d been with had developed a craving for the taste of teen sperm.

“I hope you don’t mind. I’d hate to let so much delicious cum go to waste.”

His cock continued to pulse in his hand as he watched me clean myself with my tongue. I enjoyed having an audience while I did something so depraved. I savored his fertile reproductive fluids as I lapped up the last few gobs. It was strong with a bitter aftertaste much like my son’s, but there were subtle differences. I was sure that in a blind taste test I could tell the two of them apart. I would have to test that theory at some point in the near future if all went as I intended it to go.

My pussy was aching for some attention. I was tempted to pull off my dress and masturbate on the spot right in front of Cris. But I fought the urge. I wanted this part of the dance to go on as long as I could draw it out. One more of the things an older woman knows how to do better than those young girls who can only think about immediate gratification. I stood, pulled my dress up over my tits, and gave Cris a motherly kiss on the cheek.

“I enjoyed that a lot. I hope you did, too.” I squeezed the end of his cock with my fingertips. “Now put this thing away and go play some basketball.” With a pinch of his heated cheek, I headed for the door.

“Uh, Mrs. Harden? You’re not going to say anything to my mom about this, are you?”

I pretended like I had to think about it. “Well, she does have a right to know.” This put a bit of fear into his eyes. “But it would be better if she heard it from you instead of me.”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“I’ve only known your mother for a short time, though. Maybe it would best if you talked it over with your sister before you said anything to your mom.” I gave him a friendly wink and headed out. I gave it a couple seconds, then popped by head back around the corner. “Oh, and if you want to jerk off on my titties again, just let me know.” I blew him a kiss and was gone.

I was barely able to wait for the sound of the front door closing before I started fucking myself madly with my dildo and quickly brought myself off to a screaming orgasm. I knew Gary would be upset at missing me going wild on my cunt like I was, but there was no way I could hold out until he got home. I fingered my asshole and banged my pussy off twice more as I ran the whole sordid scene between me and Cris over and over again in my head.

I was so happy the Ramos family had accepted my offer to stay with us. It’s true what they say about charity benefiting the giver more than the receiver. And I had so much more to give!

~ ~ ~

It was late at night. The bedroom was dark. My legs were spread wide, and my son was between them. His tongue worked methodically against my clit. His soft lips sucked and released over and over again. Between his mother and his girlfriend, Gary had gained more pussy eating experience than guys several years older than him. The things he was doing to my cunt with his mouth were intensified by the load of cum he had liberally deposited on my face just minutes earlier while I fondled his balls and begged for his sperm in desperate whispers. I couldn’t remember a time when I was more content with my life.

I held my son’s head to my crotch and rotated my hips, grinding my hot cunt into his mouth. It would have been nice to have Valerie here to suck my tits or sit on my face, but after my encounter with Cris earlier I felt I needed some quality alone time with my darling boy.

“Oh, baby, you eat Mommy’s cunt so fucking good,” I moaned. “Make me cum, sweetheart. You know how I like it.” I used a finger to wipe some of his jizz from my forehead and tasted him. I liked Cris’s cum, but none was better than the sweet nectar that came from my own boy’s ball sack. Ooo, suck that clit just like that.”

He was taking his time, teasing me. He was learning how to make it last, pulling back as he sensed I was getting close but not yet to the point of no return. At just the right time his tongue would dip down and circle my fuck hole, or he would feather my outer labia with tantalizing kisses. These weren’t things I had taught him, but that he’d learned through trial and error. Although, there weren’t many errors when it came to Gary sucking my pussy off.

I went along for the ride, letting him dictate the pace. I knew he was going to give me a fantastic orgasm by the end of it. The denial of release only built up the intensity of the inevitable climax. If my lousy excuse for a husband was half as attentive as a lover we might still be together. Thank God we weren’t. I may have never discovered how satisfying it could be to sexually indulge with my own son. And his girlfriend. And his girlfriend’s brother. And, hopefully, his girlfriend’s mom.

His tongue began moving faster. He was lapping at the groove alongside my clit. He knew this was the surefire way to get me off. We were in the final stretch. If I had any doubts they were erased by him inserting an index finger of one hand into my pussy, and the index finger of the other into my asshole. This was his go to move when he wanted to give me a true grand finale. I pulled a pillow over my face and held it tight. My body writhed. I was no longer in control. My son’s tongue was in charge of me now. He worked both his fingers in and out of their respective holes. My anus clenched and my vagina spasmed. His tongue was hitting the perfect spot, gliding in rapid lashes against my stiff clit.

My moan filled my pillow but couldn’t fully be contained by it. I tried to keep it quiet, but that too was beyond my control. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I chanted. It was muffled, but maybe not enough. My whole scheme could be up-ended if our houseguests could hear me in the throes of sexual ecstasy in my room with my own son. There was nothing I could do about it. The orgasm my boy was inducing in me rendered me helpless. I screamed into the pillow. “Suuuuuck mmmyyyyy motherrrr fuuuucking cuuuuunt!”

The orgasm hit me, then came at me again with a secondary surge. Gary didn’t let up until a third wave forced me to twist away from his mouth, unable to tolerate any more pleasure. I laughed like a delirious nymphomaniac. It struck me again that it was the boy I had nursed, and raised, and worried over for so many years who was the one that had awakened such an insatiable animal in me. How could this young man who wasn’t even 17 yet fulfill me as a woman like no other man ever could? I loved him so much.

Gary climbed up next to me and held me in his arms. Our naked bodies naturally entwined. There was no awkwardness or holding back. Just honest devotion. Pure carnal compatibility. His hard cock pressed against my hairy mound. I didn’t have to fear that he would take advantage of me while I was in this vulnerable moment. All I had to do was keep myself from giving in to my darkest urge to feel him deep inside me. I was a filthy degenerate for using Gary like I was, but as long as I didn’t cross that final line I could cling to the one last tiny shred of dignity I had left – at least I hadn’t fucked my own son.

“Be honest,” I whispered to him with a kiss. “You’re really not jealous about me messing with Cris?” I’d told him all about letting his girlfriend’s brother jerk off on my tits earlier that day. Gary had his cock down my throat almost before I could finish the story.

“You know I’m not, Mom. I like the idea of you fucking around with other guys.” His hand ran over my hip and his cupped one of my ass cheeks. “It would be selfish to keep you all to myself.”

“I hope you’re not just saying that because it’s what you think I want to hear.”

“I didn’t mind when you fucked that other guy and let me spy on you doing it.”

“That was different.” I shifted so that my son’s fingers could easily reach my butt hole in case he wanted to play with it. “That was just a one-time thing. With Cris it’s more of a drawn out seduction. And he’s your friend.”

“All that only makes it hotter.” His questing fingers found my asshole. It was still wet from when he ate me out. The tip of his middle finger swirled around the slippery circumference of my anus. “Like I said before, if you’re not going to let me fuck you, then you need to get it from someone. It might as well be someone I like and trust. This way at least I can hear from Cris how good my mom’s cunt feels.” He pushed his finger into my ass and kissed me.

We kissed lazily for a time, rubbing our naked bodies together as we did, too tired to fool around but not wanting to go to sleep yet. I slapped at his hand weakly.

“Stop teasing me back there.”

“I really don’t think anal sex would count,” he said. “Are you sure letting me fuck your amazing ass is against your rules? It’s not like I could get you pregnant or anything.”

It was so tempting. He was right, of course. I mean, what was the big difference between letting him fuck my mouth and stick it in my asshole? It was a sketchy line at best, but I had to draw it.

“If I let you fuck my ass, then it would be too easy for you to talk me into letting you have my pussy.” I pushed his head down and brushed a stiff nipple against his cheek until he took it into his mouth and began suckling. “Plus, it would only be a matter of time before you ‘accidentally’ jammed your hard young cock into the wrong hole.”

“I’m willing to take that risk,” he mumbled around the tit flesh filling his mouth.

“No surprise there. I know you don’t believe it, but it would change everything. Trust me. I like things the way they are between us right now, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. I love masturbating with you, and sucking your cock, a letting you finger my cunt whenever you want. Oh, God. Don’t stop…”

Between what he was doing to my asshole and what he was doing with my nipples, I was all revved up again. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I had another orgasm. I reached down between us, quickly found my hardened clit, and began stroking myself as my son worked on me with his fingers and mouth. It didn’t take long before I was groaning my way through yet another illicit orgasm.

As soon as I was finished, Gary got to his knees, turned me onto my back, and lifted my legs. My heart thumped in panic. Was this it? Was he finally going to disobey me? I wouldn’t be able to stop him, or even cry out. He could fuck me right here on the spot and there’d be nothing I could do to stop him.

Gary had my legs straight up, pressing my ankles together. He shuffled into position. My pussy and ass were vulnerable to him. I tightened my muscles down there, knowing this would do little to keep him out of either of my slick fuck holes. He spit in his hand, lubed his cock, and leaned in.

The head of his cock swept from my asshole, across the opening of my vagina, past my pulsing clit, and up. My son nudged his cock between my thighs. He pushed until his belly touched the backs of my legs. With a slight adjustment of where his knees were planted, he began fucking. I convinced myself that I was relieved and pressed my legs tighter around his hard shaft.

As he fucked the gap between my thighs, he moved lower. The underside of his shaft ran along my hair-covered mound. His balls hit against my protruding vulva with each thrust. It wasn’t the real thing, but it almost felt like it. He was as close to fucking his mother as he could get. He hooked my legs over one of his shoulders, grabbed my hips, and picked up his pace.

“That’s it, Gary. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy with that big cock. Fuck me as hard as you want!”

It had been obvious from watching him make love to Valerie, but this unusual kind of pseudo-sex that we were having only confirmed that my boy was a great lover. He knew just how to move, how hard to push, how fast to go. The kid was a natural. Maybe it would be okay just to let him fuck my ass a little.

“God, Mom, I love you so much. I want to fuck you like crazy. Someday you’re going to spread your legs for me and let me shove my cock so far up your cunt. I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll scream and you’ll love it. And I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to cum so hard right up inside you, Mom. I don’t even care if it makes you get pregnant. All I want to do is fill you up with all my fucking cum!”

“Oh, that sounds so good, baby. Fuck me. Fuck all of your cum inside me. It’s okay…I want it in my cunt!”

Gary slammed his body against my legs nearly folding me in half. “Aaaarrrraaahhhh…” His cum spurted out onto my belly in several heavy expulsions. I heard him sigh in the dark. We once again listened to hear if we’d woken anyone. For all we knew the entire Ramos family was in the next room silently jacking themselves off to the sounds of our sex games.

My son let my legs down slowly. He scooped up some of his jizz with his fingers and fed it to me. I gratefully swallowed every drop he delivered to my mouth. He then offered me the tip of his dick, and I sucked that clean, too. Afterward, we kissed. I loved that he didn’t shy away from the taste of his own seed that was so thick on my tongue.

Despite my insistence otherwise, he knew that one day I would give in and my pussy would be his to fuck. I supposed I knew it, too. But I meant it when I said I liked the way things were between us at the moment. Denying myself his cock almost made it better in a lot of ways. For one thing, he might not be as ready to let me give my pussy to other men if he felt it belonged to him. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.

I wanted to give my pussy to the young stud in the next room. To my son’s friend; Valerie’s brother; Vera’s son. I needed to get fucked by that boy, and I wanted everyone to know about it.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy, Ch. 29
by DirtyMindedMom

I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the thick steam. Vera was showering and hadn’t locked the door. The kids were at school, it was my day off, and I was in nothing but a pussy-hugging thong. I innocently busied myself at the sink as my houseguest finished rinsing herself then turned off the water. My clit tingled with anticipation.

The shower curtain swished to the side and I heard a surprised noise from Vera.

“Good morning,” I greeted her with a smile. My eyes traveled over her wet nakedness. “Looking good. You really need to stop being selfish and share all that with some lucky man…or boy.”

“You always talking crazy,” she admonished as she stepped out of the tub and began drying herself as modestly as she could manage.

“I’m not going to lie, I wouldn’t mind getting some cock myself,” I said as I cleared a circle in the fogged mirror. “It’s been too long. Maybe we should go out this weekend and pick up a couple studs to take care of us.”

“Oh, no. No man is interested for me. I am too old for doing a thing like that.”

I plucked a few strays around my eyebrows and let her finish drying off. “I’m really glad you came to stay with us, Vera.” I turned to her and she couldn’t help taking a quick look at my nearly naked body. “I haven’t thanked you enough for all you’ve been doing around here.” I stepped close and trapped her in a hug before she could react.

Our bare bodies pressed together. The moist skin of her breasts felt good against my own. Our bellies and our thighs were in full contact. I held her tight. After a moment she relaxed and hugged me back. Everything between us was soft and smooth in the warm mists of the tiny room. I kissed her on the cheek, then on the lips. She didn’t kiss back, but she also didn’t resist. Vera didn’t want to admit how much she needed to be touched – not even to herself.

“You’re far from too old for a good fuck,” I told her without letting her go. “But maybe you’re right. We don’t really need cocks, do we? You and I have everything we need right here.”

“Yes…the rubber penis toy…”

“No. I mean this.”

I kissed my way down over her right breast and along her tummy as I slowly sank to my knees. She made a few tittering noises of protest, but she stopped when I nuzzled her damp bush of pubic hair. I knew this was way outside her comfort zone, but it was time I pushed things forward. I didn’t know if my plan would play out the way I wanted it to, but I was at least going to taste her pussy before it all fell apart.

With gentle kisses and darting licks I teased the area around her mound. Her hand pushed weakly at my head – her insincere way of telling me to stop when she really didn’t want me to.

“What are you doing? This is no right.”

“You know what I’m doing, Vera.” I nibbled a sensitive part of her inner thigh. “It may not be right, but you want it as much as I do. We can ask for forgiveness later, but right now I’m going to suck your pussy.”

I took hold of her ankle and lifted her leg. She could have fought me, but she placed her foot up on the rim of the toilet like I wanted her to. She grabbed hold of the towel rack to balance herself. Before her religious convictions had a chance to take over, I went for it. I buried my face in Vera’s womanhood. There was a clean, soapy scent, but I could easily taste her natural flavor through all that. She had become excited while we talked and hugged. Her tangy juices were fresh and slick on my tongue.

There was no more teasing, I was intent on eating this woman out in the truest sense of the term. I aggressively sucked her pussy, opening my mouth wide. It must have looked like I was trying to devour her whole cunt. All the while my tongue aggressively roamed over her hole, her lips, and her clit. I felt her nub go from a soft knot of flesh to a hard projection of lust.

“Oh, Joanne, this is so bad what you do to me,” Vera whimpered even as she held my head to her crotch. “Women aren’t supposed to do the sex with another women.”

My only response was to grab her ass with both hands, then suck and lick her clit even more intensely than I already had been. Her shuddering moan told me that I had fully tempted her to my way of thinking on what women are supposed to do, and not do, with other women.

“We must stop,” she moaned. Her words stood in stark contrast to the way she was humping my face. The last thing in the world she wanted right then was for me to stop.

I had the urge to talk dirty to her and encourage her orgasm, but my mouth was too occupied to speak.

“It is very bad what you do to me,” Vera said as she panted her way toward orgasm. “The bible say this is the way of sodomy. The priest tell everyone sex with the mouth is unnatural. What would ladies at church say if they know I let you suck on my pussy? If they know I cum on your face?” Vera grabbed my head with both hands and let out a long keening cry. “They say I am an evil woman. That I have devil in my heart for fucking woman’s tongue with my pussy! Fuck my pussy with you tongue, Joanne! Give me orgasm with you mouth! Oooohhh, Jesus, forgive me for what I do! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuuuummmmming!”

A sudden rush of pungent juices ran down my chin and neck. Her entire body spasmed above me again and again, making me worry that she might topple over. Maybe it was a bad idea to give Vera her first oral orgasm while standing. Her first lesbian oral orgasm at that. I lovingly kissed and snuggled my face against her swollen vulva as she regained her senses. I stood, briefly pausing on the way up to suck in one of her dark nipples for a moment.

“That wasn’t enough to pay you back in full for all you do around here,” I said with a seductive purr in my voice, “but there’s plenty more where that came from. All you have to do is ask and my mouth is all yours.” I kissed her on the lips. This time she kissed back.

“I…I don’t know what to say.” She glanced up to the ceiling as if she expected to see an angry angel looking down on us. “I never feel like that before. No from sex or anything else. But so very wrong.”

“Look at it this way,” I said touching the tip of my nose to hers and looking into her eyes. “God is good. He loves us and wants us to be happy. Sex feels good and that makes us happy. God gave his children sex so we can make each other happy. If what we just did was wrong, God would have made it feel bad. Did what I just did to your pussy with my mouth feel bad?”

These ideas churned through Vera’s mind. Her brow furrowed as she tried to sort through my logic. There were plenty of religious arguments to be made to dispute my cockeyed proposition, but, standing there naked in my arms with her pussy dripping fresh lady cum, the poor woman couldn’t come up with a coherent retort. I kissed her on the nose and turned to leave.

I paused at the door, lowered my thong to my ankles, and stepped out of it.

Looking over my shoulder, I said, “I’ll be waiting in my room if you want to find out what if feels like to fuck a pussy with your tongue. Just imagine what the ladies at church would say about that.” I gave her a wink and headed for my room praying she would be right behind me.

~ ~ ~

I heard the door to the apartment close. I wasn’t sure who it was, but that didn’t prevent me from carrying on with what I was doing in my bedroom. I pushed my buzzing vibrator deeper into my pussy and waited. No matter who it was, I wanted them to see me pleasuring myself.

“Hey, Mom.” Gary greeted me when he appeared in my open doorway.

“What’s up, Mrs. Harden?” Valerie added as she followed my son into my room. They both flopped onto my mattress while I continued to fuck myself with deliberate slowness. I was naked, as I had been ever since I left the bathroom after eating out Vera that morning for the first time. “Where’s my mom?”

“She said something about confession on her way out.”

“In the middle of the week?” Valerie wondered, tickling her fingers along my bare leg in that tantalizing way she had.

“Your mother has a lot to confess after what we did today.”

Valerie’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t!”

“Come give me a kiss,” I said lustily.

Valerie gave me a long, slow, tongue kiss while my son dropped his pants and began stroking his hard-on. “I still get goosebumps whenever we do that,” my son’s girlfriend purred.

“Maybe it’s because you just tasted your mom’s pussy on my lips.”

“Get out! Are you messing with me?”

“Swear to God.” I worked my dildo a little faster. The thrill of telling Valerie her mom was as much of a horny slut for lesbian sex as she was combined with seeing my first cock of the day spurred me on. “And if you kissed your mom, you’d probably be able to taste my cunt on her tongue.”

“What the fuck…? I can’t believe it.” As she said this she was shedding her own pants and panties. Valerie spit on her fingers and began rubbing her pussy. “Details! We want to hear everything!”

The three of us masturbated together as I told them the way I got things going in the bathroom. I went on to describe how Valerie’s mom came to my room afterward. She had watched me play with myself for a minute or so, then came and sat on my bed. My reticent housemate was still naked from her shower as she explained all the reasons what was happening was bad, bordering on evil. This devout woman only hesitated for a moment when I asked her to suck my nipples while I masturbated. Her naked flesh against mine made it nearly impossible not to cum too quickly.

“That’s so crazy,” Valerie moaned as she leaned over and sucked on one of my nipples just like her mother had earlier that day.

Gary moved so that he could dangle his balls over my face. I happily licked and sucked his nutsack for him while he stroked nice and slow. After a couple minutes they backed off so that I could tell the rest of my story. I explained how I put my toy aside and began touching Vera everywhere I could reach and telling her how good her pussy tasted and how exciting it was to fuck her with my tongue. The heat built until I felt she was ready. It only took a little pressure to move her head down to my belly, where she kissed and nuzzled my soft tummy. After that, she worked her way lower all on her own.

It started with a few tentative kisses above and to the sides, but soon she was running her lips along my womanly slit. I wanted to shove my cunt in her face, but I controlled myself as best as I could and encouraged her with little moans. At her own pace, my mature first-timer parted my outer lips and ventured within. It was divine. She was even more unsure than Gary had been the first time he licked my pussy, but it didn’t take her long to find a few techniques that worked for both of us.

“There’s no way my mom ate your pussy out,” Valerie said even though she knew it was true.

“Your mom is a horny bitch, just like her daughter.” I picked up my pace again, knowing that the two of them were getting close. “Your mother sucked me off. She licked my clit, and fingered my hole. Your mom tasted my cunt and loved it. She couldn’t get enough. I came three times on her face and she lapped up every drop of me.”

“Did you two sixty-nine it?” Gary asked, getting ready to blow his load into my mouth.

“We did. Valerie’s sweet mother rode my face like a nasty whore. She begged me to make her cum with my slutty tongue.”

“Did you lick her ass?” Valerie wanted to know. She inserted a third finger into her tight hole and eagerly awaited my answer. “Please tell me you sucked my mom’s asshole…”

“I didn’t.” I paused with a naughty smirk on my face. “I thought it would be better if her daughter was the first one to tongue fuck her virgin ass.”

“God, no! No fucking way!” Her hand was pounding into her pussy like crazy. “I’ll never do anything like that with my own mother.” Valerie’s head lolled back as she passionately molested herself amidst her false denials. “I’m not going to have sex with my mom. Even if she spreads her ass and pussy for me and shoves it all in my face. Oh, God! I can’t do it! I can’t suck my mom’s cunt! I can’t!” Her orgasm began to overtake her. “No matter how much I want to…I can’t ever eat my mom’s cunt.”

“Oh yes you will, young lady. You’re going to eat your mother’s fuck hole and we’re all going to be there to see it. Me, Gary, and your brother.”

“No!” she wailed. “Not Cris!”

“Yes! He’ll be jacking his cock while you swallow your mother’s cum right in front of him.”

That finally did the trick.

“Ooooooh, fuck!” Valerie came up off the bed, thrusting her hips upward and pushing her fingers as deep as she could while her pussy contracted violently around them.

“So fucking hot, Mom…uhhh…” Gary leaned in and I opened my mouth just in time to catch his thick load.

The taste of my boy’s jizz and the sight of his girlfriend frigging herself like mad to the idea of sucking off her own mother sent me over the edge. Hearing me cum prompted Valerie to renew her efforts and she rubbed out a second orgasm right on the heels of her first. As soon as the aftershocks subsided, she lunged at me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to taste Gary’s cum or get another sample of her mother’s intimate flavor. Whichever she was after, I was more than happy to let this sexy teen girl have her way with me.

As the two of us made out, and Gary went down began alternating between tonguing his girlfriend’s pussy and his mother’s, I decided it was time to put my plan into high gear.

~ ~ ~

The sexual tension in the apartment was almost palpable, but it wasn’t until a couple days later that Cris and I found ourselves alone. As soon as I knew we had the place to ourselves, I stripped naked and went out to the living room where he was playing Gary’s Xbox. He was initially surprised to see me completely nude, but a smile slowly came to his face as his army man in the video game got his head blown off.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that naughty thing we did the other day,” I said as I tweaked a nipple.

“Yeah, uh…me too…”

“I know I’m just a crazy old lady to you, and that you can have any girl in school that you want, but I was wondering if you could do me a little favor and fuck me. You have no idea how horny I get sometimes, and my pussy is just dying for a nice hard cock.”

“Really? You and me?”

“Really.” I turned, bent over, and spread my pussy lips. “Look how wet I am. I need a cock real bad and I want it to be yours. Please, Cris, I promise it won’t take long. You’ll be able to get right back to your game.”

He tossed the game controller aside and came toward me, his bulge already showing. “But what if someone comes home?”

“Mmm, that would be exciting, wouldn’t it?” I went to him and pulled his shirt off over his head. “My son already knows how attracted I am to you, so he wouldn’t be surprised to walk in and find his best friend balls deep in his mother’s cunt.” I undid his jeans and pulled them down for him. “And I had a long talk with your mom the other day.” I rubbed Cris’ hard-on through his boxer-briefs. “I told her how I wanted you to make love to me. She confessed that she wanted to do the same with Gary.”

“My mother would never say something like that. She…she…” He became distracted when I pulled down his underwear and let his cock hit my cheek.

“Your mother is very open with me about her secrets…especially right after I make her cum with my mouth.” I licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick.

“You shouldn’t say such dirty things about my mother, even if they are made up.” He struggled to focus as I sucked on the head of his cock. “She is a good woman and, aaaah mm…she’s not like that.”

“Not like me, you mean?” I took half his erection into my mouth and slowly drew back. “Your mom is a saint, is that it?”

“Yes…” He put his hand on my head and moaned as I ran my tongue across and around his balls. “She is devoted to the bible…and the Virgin Mary…and the church…She would be very angry with me for committing these sins with you.”

I turned my head and tickled the underside of his balls before leaning back and looking up at him. “Cris, go get my phone for me. It’s there on the counter.” I watched his dick bounce as he went and came back. I navigated to what I wanted to show him and handed my phone back.

He looked at the screen and his knees literally buckled.

“That’s…that’s…”

“That’s your sainted mother between my legs with her face buried in my pussy. Turns out your mom loves eating cunt, and she’s quite good at it if you must know.” I began stroking him. “I think you’ll like the next one.”

He moved to swipe but hesitated, his hand shaking. I peeled his foreskin back and playfully bit the tip of his cock. He went to the next picture. The look on his face was priceless. I’ll bet when he woke up this morning he wasn’t expecting to see his mother with her legs in the air spreading her pussy and ass wide open. He swiped again, which meant he was looking at a close up of his mom’s coochie from behind while she fingered her own asshole.

I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. “Your mother said it was okay if I fucked you, as long as she could fuck Gary.” That conversation hadn’t actually taken place yet, but it would.

“I can’t believe it.” He swiped back through the images, then went through them again more slowly. “This doesn’t seem possible.”

“Did you ever think this was possible?” I took his cock all the way down my throat. He sucked in a breath as my nose tickled along the fringe of his pubic hair. I pulled back and smiled up at my soon to be lover. “All those times you jerked off while fantasizing about me, did you ever think it was possible that you would really be in my mouth some day? Or that I’d let you put your cock deep inside my pussy?”

“It was you,” he managed to say as I used my tongue to toy with his balls. “You forced my mom to do those things. You tricked her.”

“Your sweet mother tells me I’m the devil when I’m sucking on her fat clit, or when we’re grinding our cunts together and she’s about to orgasm.” I grabbed his taut ass and gave it a nice squeeze. “I won’t deny trying everything I could to tempt her into doing those things with me, just as I tempted you into letting me swallow your cock.” I fellated his erection for a few moments to drive home the argument in my defense. “But you only gave in because you wanted it as much as me. And that goes for your mother as well. She wanted to spread her legs for me. She wanted to ride my face and cum in my mouth. She wanted to eat my cunt and suck my tits. I may be the devil, but you two have been very willing sinners.”

I turned away from him and went down on all fours there on the living room carpet. I wiggled my rump invitingly, then set my knees wider apart so he could see how open and easily accessible my most private holes were to him.

Cris looked from my lewd mating stance to the crude pictures of the pious woman who raised him. His expression was a mix of lust and denial.

“I’ll send those to you,” I assured him. “And I can get more if you want. Maybe one with my son’s cum all over her face. Would you like that?”

“No!” he roared and threw the phone at the couch. “You sick fucking whore! That’s my mother!”

I was afraid I’d overplayed my hand and ruined everything.

Cris came at me with a fierceness I’ve never seen in him before. I prepared myself for the pain of his angry fist striking me, knowing that I deserved whatever retribution he chose to punish me with. Instead of beating me, he dropped down, grabbed my hips, and rammed his cock forcefully into my cunt!

It hurt and I screamed out in pain. He pulled back and slammed into me again. Once more I screamed as his cock mercilessly stabbed into me, but I didn’t do anything to escape or stop his assault.

“You filthy whore!” he bellowed, punctuating this accusation with another brutal thrust. “First your son defiles my little sister with his dirty prick.” A hard smack landed on my ass cheek and the sting of it elicited a sobbing whimper from me. “Then you corrupt my good mother with your lesbian perversions.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up.

“Yes!” I cried. “My son fucked your sister! I fucked your mother!”

“And now it’s your turn to get fucked!” Cris began railing into me with a relentless fury. “You trapped me with your whore tricks. Tempted me with your tits in tight little shirts, and your ass in nothing but panties. Is this what you wanted, whore? You happy now? Fucking whore!”

To any observer, the scene that was playing out would look like a rape. And it would be rape if I it wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for. The mix of pain and pleasure from Cris’ vicious attack brought about a kind of fear I’d never known before – a fear that somehow brought the act of fucking to a place I hadn’t ever experienced before. He smacked my bare ass again, bringing me to focus my mind on the sexual onslaught I was being subjected to.

“I am a whore!” I acknowledged shamelessly. “Fuck me like the whore I am!” He renewed his impassioned violation of my pussy, jarring my entire body violently each time he smashed himself into me. “I’m going to tell your mother what you did to me and it’s going to turn her on so much that she’s going to masturbate her cunt while I tell her the story of how her son fucked me…of how you raped me and filled me with your cum.”

“Shut up!”

“Your mother is going to shove her fingers into her cunt and think of you…imagine it’s your cock inside her…while she prays that someday her son will rape her like this…”

“No!” His denial was accompanied with even deeper penetration of my already ravaged pussy.

“You want to fuck your mom, Cris! You want to fuck your sister! I know you do! Stop lying to yourself.”

“Shut your whore mouth!”

I felt him reach around and clamp his hand on my throat. The fear shifted to a new level. My heart was already beating too fast to go any faster. I tried to take in a breath, but couldn’t. Too far. I’d gone much too far, and now it was too late to pull back. I struggled, but my assailant was much stronger. This was it. It would be called a crime of passion in the news, and poor Cris would spend the best years of his life in prison. Strangely, the only thought that came to me in what I was sure were going to be my last moments was whether I’d be able to cum before I died.

Suddenly he let go of my throat and pulled out of me. I heard a feminine gasp that wasn’t my own as I sucked air into my burning lungs. Warm wetness began falling on the backs of my thighs and my ass. Cris was cumming. Another few seconds and I would have been doing the same.

“What the fuck, Cris?”

I looked up to see who was speaking. Valerie and my son were standing in the doorway. She was aghast, Gary stood behind her smiling as he took in the scene.

I pushed a sweat-soaked stand of hair out of my face. “You two are home early.” Cris’ jizz trickled down over my skin where I was sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. “Don’t mind us, we were just having a friendly little fuck.”

Cris jumped up, and without a word ran to his room and slammed the door. I angled my ass toward Valerie.

“If you ever wanted to know what your brother’s cum tastes like…here’s your chance.”

Valerie’s eyes went to my sperm-covered ass. She looked at Gary, silently seeking his permission. My son looked at me and chuckled, then nudged his girlfriend forward and closed the door behind him before any of the neighbors could see the debauchery that was about to take place.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy, Ch. 30
by DirtyMindedMom

I peeked out from my bedroom and couldn’t believe it might actually be about to happen. Cris was away for the weekend at a basketball camp. It was Friday night and the season finale of Vera’s favorite TV show was on. We’d all gathered in the living room to watch with her. Halfway through, Valerie yawned and stretched, then announced she was too tired to stay awake. I feigned sleepiness as well, and turned off the last remaining light before I retired to my bedroom. This left Vera and Gary alone in the darkened living room.

I opened my door just enough to peek through a thin crack and was just able to see the two of them at opposite ends of the sofa by the light of the flickering TV. Vera was focused on the dramatic developments in her show, occasionally letting out a gasp of surprise when a twist came, or making a comment in a language Gary didn’t understand whenever a plot point resolved itself. I couldn’t imagine what my son was thinking, but I could tell he was nervous. How would he turn this situation from a casual night in front of the TV to something more?

When Vera’s glass of sangria got low, Gary thoughtfully refilled it for her.

“You no have to stay up with me if you no want,” Vera said as he settled back into his seat.

“And not find out who killed Carlos? No way – you’ve got me hooked now.”

Vera spent the rest of the commercial break sharing her theory of who killed who and why. Ten minutes later both of them let out a cry of disappointed frustration when the show ended on a cliffhanger that left Carlos’ killer a mystery. Before Vera could think of ending the evening there, Gary began quizzing her about who it could be and other details of the show. Smart move.

Watching from my bedroom in nothing but a pair of panties, I was impressed with how smooth my son could be with an older woman. But, at the same time, I was dying for him to make a move. My back was getting sore from peeping for so long!

Every chance he got, he angled the conversation toward the romantic relationships on the show. I don’t think Vera even noticed how he was keeping her attention on the sexual intrigue of the show.

“I think Maria and Diego should get together.”

“No!” Vera objected. “He is much too young for her.”

“I don’t think so. It’s obvious she wants him.”

“Maria can no do that with her boss’s son. That would be bad.”

“I don’t know…” Gary gave Vera a devilish glance. “I think that if two people are attracted to each other then that’s all that matters.”

“That is because you are too young to know better.” Vera sipped her sangria, clearly in no mood to cut the conversation short.

“Yeah, but even at my age I know when a woman is beautiful and sexy, even if she’s older than me.”

“You should only have eyes for my daughter if you are her boyfriend.”

“Valerie is very beautiful, but it’s only because she got if from her mother.” My boy flashed one of his winning smiles as Vera waved off his compliment.

“You shouldn’t talk crazy like that.”

“You sound like my mom,” Gary chuckled. “I told her how pretty I thought you were, and she said I was going to get myself into trouble.”

“You momma is smart lady.”

“She is,” he conceded, “but it doesn’t change the way I feel when I see you.”

“What way do you feel?”

She was taking the bait. Between the fruity wine, the fertile seeds I had planted in her mind earlier, and the way Gary was working her, she was willing to hear things that just a couple months ago would have been unthinkable for her.

“I…I probably shouldn’t say, Mrs. Ramos.” He slid toward her, closing the gap between them. “The way I feel when I’m around you – the things I think about – they’re not very, um…respectful.”

“Oh…?” Instead of a sip of sangria, she took a gulp. “You have bad thoughts for me?”

“I don’t think they’re bad.” He cast his eyes down toward his crotch.

Vera couldn’t help but to look there as well. There was no way she couldn’t have noticed the bulge in his pants. I held my breath. This was the point where she’d either flee before things went any further or she’d stay and signal her willingness to see where this might go.

“We all have bad thoughts sometimes. Even when you are old woman like me.”

He’d hooked her. I quietly eased my panties down in anticipation of what was coming.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Mrs. Ramos, but you’ve been away from your husband for a couple months now. I don’t know how things were in your marriage before you left, but I’m sure a woman like you must feel like you’re missing out on something.”

“What you think is a woman like me?”

“I haven’t known you long, but I can see that you are a good mother, a faithful wife, and devout woman. I also see that you have desires. Needs.”

It was nice to see that my coaching sessions with Gary weren’t wasted. He was saying all the right things just as I had taught him. I pressed my hand between my legs, dying for her to give in to my son’s charms.

“I don’t…” Vera gave up on whatever protest she was about to offer. She patted Gary on the knee, then left her hand there suggestively. “You see too much. I been lonely in that way for a long time. When my husband took me in bed, it was for him only. There was nothing for me. There was a time when we were lovers, but that was gone away for many years.”

Gary resisted saying anything and let the silence linger. He brushed Vera’s hair aside and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Her hand moved up his thigh.

“But…it no matter what I want. I must think of my daughter.”

My son moved a little closer. “I understand. But you should know that I like Valerie, and she likes me, too. It’s just not like we’re totally in love or anything. We’re dating and stuff, but we aren’t planning on getting married or something like that. It’s just for fun.”

“So, you are only using my daughter for fun?”

I hoped Gary knew that he was on dangerous ground. “Yes, in a way I guess I am. But she is using me for the same thing.”

Vera put her wine glass down. I couldn’t read her expression well enough in the dim light to know what direction things might be going.

“And you have the sex with her?”

Gary thought about his answer. “We have sex together. Valerie is a very sensual person. She likes sex a lot. And I have a feeling she also takes after you when it comes to that.”

“My goodness, you are such a bad boy.”

I wanted my son to just jump on her and go wild. I wanted to scream at Vera to quit resisting and give my boy what he wanted. My fingers went deep as I wondered if Valerie was listening at her door and touching herself like I was, watching to see if her boyfriend would be able to seduce her mother.

“I don’t think sex is bad, Mrs. Ramos.” He leaned into her. “And I don’t think you do either.”

She returned her hand to his leg as if to hold him back, but her touch could be interpreted another way.

“It no matter what I think. You must stop. I am old woman and you are young boy. Nothing like what you thinking can happen.”

She could have gotten up and walked away. That would have ended it. Instead, she stayed there on the sofa with my son, his cock bulging in his pants. She knew what he wanted, and I could see that she wanted it, too. She was trying not to give in too easily, but at the same time she wanted him to keep pushing.

“I get it,” Gary said. “You feel like you have to put your daughter first. You think that her needs are more important than yours. But the truth is that you do have needs of your own. A woman’s needs that you’ll have to satisfy sooner or later.”

Vera tried to stay focused on the TV, but it was clear she wasn’t paying any attention to what was flashing on the screen. Her hand remained on Gary’s leg, her willpower weakening by the moment.

“You seem to know a lot about women for such a young boy.”

“My mom tries to teach me what she can. She tries to show me how to be a good man. She tells me a lot of things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like some of the things that happen here when none of us kids are around.”

Her body stiffened and she took her hand away from Gary’s thigh. Had he gone too far? I feared the show was about to come to a quick and unsatisfying conclusion.

“I don’t know what you think you are saying.”

“Mrs. Ramos, I get it if you don’t want to do anything with me, I really do, but…” Gary rubbed his pronounced bulge. “But my mom told me that the two of you did stuff in front of each other. Very private stuff.”

Vera crossed her arms across her chest and looked away. I pushed my door closed, afraid she might notice it was open just a crack.

“That is crazy. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Okay, but all I want is to do something like that. I’m not saying you have to do anything. I just want to touch myself while sitting next to you.”

When I dared to peek out again, Vera was looking to the ceiling. She hadn’t smacked him and stormed off to her room. That had to be a good sign, right?

“You mother shouldn’t talk to you about that.”

“We’re very close. We talk about everything.” Gary carefully unbuttoned his jeans and eased down his zipper. “She gives me a lot of advice about sex. She and I are very open with each other.”

“And she say some things about me to you?”

“She says you are sometimes lonely for a man. My mom told me that you borrow her toy once in a while to make yourself feel better.”

Vera hung her head and covered her face with a hand. I hoped she wasn’t crying. My stomach began to ache. Maybe this whole scheme was a bad idea. This woman had very little left but her pride, and I suddenly worried that I was undermining this last vestige of self-respect she had to cling on to. I wanted to tell my son to back off, but I couldn’t interfere without causing her even more humiliation.

“She tell you everything.”

“Yes. And it only makes me more attracted to you, Mrs. Ramos.” Gary slipped his cock out. “We don’t have to touch, but at least let me do this…” He began stroking himself.

After what seemed like an impossibly long time, Vera gave in and glanced at what he was doing. She looked away quickly, but soon turned back. She watched my son’s hand move gracefully up and down his hard shaft. She shook her head once, whether at him or at herself I couldn’t tell, but her eyes stayed glued to his cock.

“You mother say how we were naked together?”

Gary nodded. “Yes.”

“She tells you I have sex with her penis toy?”

His hand continued moving slowly. The fat head of his cock glistened in the shifting light of the forgotten television.

“Yes. My mom isn’t shy about that kind of stuff. I’ve known about her dildo for a while. She told me that everyone masturbates and that it’s perfectly natural.”

“It’s for to do in private,” Vera retorted, but not very convincingly.

“You’re right,” Gary agreed even as he pleasured himself in front of her. “But sometimes it’s nice to do it with another person.” He used his other hand to pull his balls out and put them on display.

Vera watched without comment for a time. “Did you mom say how we do more than look at each other touch ourself?”

“More?”

“She no tell you that she kiss and lick between my legs?” Her hand moved back to Gary’s thigh. “That I lick and suck on her pussy?”

Gary was struggling to keep control. “Not really, but I got the idea that you two were doing something like that.”

“My husband no like to lick my pussy. Your momma does it very good. She does it so it feel really nice. Do you know about how to lick a woman so she feel real nice?”

Gary couldn’t hold back a grin. “Yes I do.”

“You mother tell you about that?”

“She did. My mom told me about a lot of things.”

“You use your mouth on my daughter?”

This could be heading back into dangerous territory. I squatted down and introduced another finger into my pussy hole as I continued to spy through the crack in my door.

“Valerie loves it when I eat her pussy.”

Vera returned to watching him stroke himself for a bit. “What about my pussy? You want to kiss it and lick it like you momma do?”

“Very much.”

“You don’t care that I’m old lady?”

“Look how hard I am just from sitting next to you.”

There was another painfully long pause. “Okay, listen to me, I will let you use your mouth on me down there. But we have to be quiet, and you can no tell you mother. Understand?”

Gary’s triumphant smile came quick and was easy to see even from my limited vantage. I squeezed my thighs together. This was it! He’d sealed the deal. Seeing my son seduce one of my friends into having sex shouldn’t have been something to brag about, but I was so proud of my boy I wanted to scream. Of course, I was the one who laid much of the ground work. I gave myself a figurative pat on the back for being such a great wingman!

Vera had her slacks pulled down by the time Gary had repositioned himself on the sofa. She held a hand over her pussy protectively. Please don’t tell me she was going to back out now!

“And you no tell my daughter, yes?”

“No way,” he lied. “This is a secret just between us.”

Vera appeared to be torn between the desperately desired rewards and the very real risks (both moral and mortal). All it would take would be for me or Valerie to make a trip to the bathroom for them to get caught. Maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if I found them canoodling on the couch, but in her mind being caught by her daughter would be devastating. Even so, she was willing to put all that on the line for a chance to get eaten out by my son (and maybe more).

Gary gently moved her hand away from her pussy. Vera didn’t put up a fight. He began with her as he often did with me: butterfly kisses up and down the outer lips, sparing a few for that ticklish hollow of the inner thigh. She relaxed a little, leaning her head back. He nuzzled her thick pubic hair and began teasing her with his tongue. I couldn’t see, but I could almost feel those quick lashes of his tongue on my own pussy. Just enough to excite, but not enough to satisfy. Each darting lick only made you want more and more.

I could see Vera’s chest rising and falling more conspicuously. She was staying quiet, but I knew from experience that she would be moaning freely by this point if they had the apartment to themselves. My fingers worked within the folds of my wet cunt. I’d watched Gary and Valerie fuck before, but this was somehow different. This time I was spying like a true voyeur. The anxiety of keeping hidden and not being caught practicing such perversion added to the thrill.

The way Gary’s head was moving I could tell he was in her groove. His tongue would be massaging her inner lips, circling her hard clit, plumbing the shallows of her motherly vagina. Vera’s head turned side to side as she gave herself over to my son’s oral skills. She unbuttoned her blouse and scooped out each of her generous breasts. My mouth watered as soon as those big, dark nipples of hers came into view. She began pulling and twisting to enhance the sexual pleasures already building up within her.

It wasn’t long before Vera was turning her hips in answer to Gary’s proficient mouth. If nothing else, at least I had taught him one lesson that would serve him well for the rest of his life. I found myself hoping he would be up for giving me the same treatment once he was done servicing Vera for the evening. The slurpy sounds coming from my fingers plunging in and out of my hole became too loud. I slowed down and stifled a frustrated whimper.

The pace of everything gradually increased. Gary’s head was moving in circles between her legs. His hands, hidden from my view, were clearly at work somewhere beneath his chin – perhaps in her cunt, or maybe even around her asshole. Vera was straight up humping his face at this point, one hand on the top of his head, the other kneading a breast and occasionally tormenting a distended nipple. I wanted to take a picture, or better yet a video, but I didn’t dare. If all went well, there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the days to come.

It all accelerated suddenly. Vera couldn’t entirely choke down her building cries of delight. Gary’s mouth and nose were buried to the point where I suspected he could no longer breathe. Vera’s legs flexed, propelling her ass up off the sofa and her crotch hard against her young lover’s face. Her whole body shook in a way that had become familiar to me over the past weeks. This woman was cumming in my son’s mouth!

I watched her thrash while Gary held onto her fleshy thighs. My own orgasm fired off at the sight of her climactic spasms. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard a feminine grunt coming from the other direction – from the bedroom where Valerie was “sleeping.” It might have just been my imagination, but I was pretty sure that I wasn’t the only one peeping on the debaucherous scene taking place in my own living room.

Vera fell back to the sofa and struggled to catch her breath. Gary reverted back to those butterfly kisses, knowing her pussy would be too sensitive for continued licking or sucking. After giving her just enough time to recover, he rose up, his cheeks shiny with her juices, and he shed his clothes.

“Please…no…” she rasped weakly.

“Mrs. Ramos,” Gary began firmly, “I’m going to fuck you.”

“No…please…that’s all…” She waved a limp hand at him in an unconvincing effort to shoo him away.

Gary moved over her. “Mrs. Ramos, I’m going to fuck you.”

“You can’t…I’m married…it would be a sin…”

Gary kissed a nipple in passing as he continued to take his place on top of her. “This is it, Mrs. Ramos. I’m going to fuck you.”

“I say no…no…noooo…oh, Deus, me perdoe…yes…oh, yes…”

It was a fine line trying to teach my son that no means no…except when it doesn’t. He played it exactly right in this case, but I had to warn him that it wouldn’t always be so easy to know.

“It’s been so long,” she sighed, her hands roaming over his strong shoulders and back. “Too long…a woman need a man…she need a cock to make love inside her…give all you cock to me…meu doce menino…”

Gary moved with patient control atop his girlfriend’s mother. My envy flared. This was a feeling I hadn’t known – one I would likely never know. The sensation of feeling my son’s cock moving inside me. The reasons I couldn’t let that happen were eluding me as I tugged at my clit trying to put myself in Vera’s place. I almost screamed when I suddenly saw movement close by!

Valerie pushed at my door and I moved to let her in. She was naked also and had obviously been indulging in the live porn show playing out on the sofa.

“This is so crazy,” she whispered close to my ear. Her excitement was all but brimming over. It should have struck me as more strange that a girl was this revved up over her boyfriend fucking her mother. I suppose I was mostly to blame for this unnatural reaction, but I didn’t feel the least bit remorseful. Yes, I was definitely responsible for corrupting this poor young girl, but at least for now she was thanking me for it.

“I’m so fucking turned on right now,” I whispered back, confident that Vera was too distracted by the cock in her cunt that she wouldn’t even care if she could hear us.

“He didn’t put on a condom – do you think he’s going to cum inside my mom?”

“We’ll just have to watch and find out…”

The two of us gathered at the crack of my slightly opened door and spied on them together.

Gary’s hips slowed to a stop. He dipped his head down and took one of Vera’s fat nipples into his mouth and sucked, pulling back as he did and tugging at her full breast. Valerie’s mom clawed at the sofa cushions, the muscles of her throat tightening against her need to cry out. He moved his mouth to the other succulent nipple and gave it the same treatment.

“I love it when he does that to me,” Valerie breathed.

Vera began bucking beneath him, her body begging for him to resume fucking her needful cunt. Gary rose up and gave her what she was silently asking for. After a few long, purposeful strokes, he began pumping his cock into her at a comfortable pace. I tried to imagine that the two fingers I had inside my pussy were my son’s penis, but it just wasn’t the same.

I felt Valerie fumbling around my backside, then a moment later she introduced a finger of her own into me. The two of us worked my pussy hole together in tandem. It still wasn’t my darling boy’s cock, but it was better than my fingers alone. I found my fellow voyeur’s pussy in the dark and sought out her stiffened nub. I rubbed her clit while she fingered her own hole. It was a little like playing an x-rated game of Twister the way we were frigging ourselves and each other at the same time while both still being able to peek through the door together, but we made it work.

Gary and Vera were really fucking at that point. He was hammering his cock into her faster and faster. She was taking him like a seasoned pro and answering with well-timed thrusts of her own. I was impressed that my boy could last as long as he was without blowing his load. There were men twice his age who hadn’t mastered that kind of self-control. I was sure Vera appreciated it too. After so long she wasn’t looking for a quickie. This woman wanted to make it last. She didn’t know how long it would be before she would have a chance to get another cock inside her so she was milking it for all she could. Little did she know, I was going to make sure she got plenty more dick in the very near future.

“Listen to her,” Valerie hissed in wonder. “She’s going to have an orgasm soon. Gary’s going to make my mom cum with his cock.”

I didn’t detect any jealousy or resentment. Valerie was genuinely turned on by what was happening. I had worried that she wouldn’t respond as positively as I hoped to seeing her mother having sex – there is often a big gap between fantasy and reality – but she seemed more than fine with it. I suppose after watching me be intimate with my own son may have adjusted her attitudes when it came to parents and sex. This, along with her penchant for spying on her brother jerking off, must have made it a lot easier for her to view family members in a sexual way than other girls her age wouldn’t be able (or willing) to. I felt myself getting close to orgasm, and from the way Valerie was working her clit against my finger meant she was close, too.

“Oooh…yes…”

“You like that, Mrs. Ramos?”

“So good…keep going more…”

Gary went faster and harder. “You like that cock, don’t you? You love getting fucked.”

“I love it…fuck me hard just like you do for my daughter’s pussy…”

Vera was losing control. Her voice was becoming loud enough that Valerie or I might have been able to hear her even with our doors closed. Maybe that’s what she was hoping for.

“Are you going to cum, Mrs. Ramos? Are you going to cum on my cock?”

“Yes…I’m going to cum…do it to me!”

I heard Valerie gasp, then shudder. Hearing her mom talk dirty to her boyfriend was too much for her to hold out any longer. Her finger pushed up deeper inside me as her body tensed. Soon she relaxed and leaned against me, her flesh hot against mine.

“You fuck so much better than Valerie,” Gary groaned. “Her pussy is tight, but she doesn’t know how to fuck like you do, Mrs. Ramos.

She clawed his back, turned her head to the side, and screamed into a cushion. I could barely make out the muffled words, but she was chanting “Fuck me! Fuck me!” in a rapid stream of pleading cries. Gary poured it on like a champ and suddenly Vera’s mature body was wracked with the kind of unrestrained convulsions that can only come from an orgasm bordering on a seizure.

As soon as Gary felt that she’d hit her peak, he pulled out and sprayed her with cum. One more pump and he would have filled her cunt with his precious baby juice. Instead, it spurted on her wobbling tits, her soft belly, and all over her sweaty puss.

“Again, again!” Vera begged before he had a chance to squeeze out the last few drops. Just like that he was back inside her, pushing himself to the hilt, grinding into her, filling her to the deepest reaches. It was then that Valerie’s thumb pressed against my asshole and my turn to have a shuddering orgasm arrived. I could feel my eyes rolling back and all the built up eroticism of the night collapse into a singular sensation that took command of my cunt.

I lost the strength in my legs and had to go down to my knees. I knelt there hunched over and worked my pussy even harder, shepherding along my orgasm with desperate fingers, trying to keep it alive for as long as I possibly could. I’d seen my son have sex before, but not like that. He was somehow different with Vera – with a mature woman like me. Would it be like that if he fucked me? Would my son fuck me as good as that? Better?

I could hear Vera cumming again, but I was too enthralled with my own climax to do any more than listen and envy her. My son’s cock was causing her to make those sounds. My own boy’s big hard cock had fucked her so good that she had begun quietly weeping in the next room. If her orgasm was only half as good as the one I’d had watching them, then she finally knew what a true miracle felt like.

Valerie knelt down beside me and wrapped me in her arms. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek, then slipped away. It took several seconds for me to gain enough awareness to realize she had silently gone back to her own bedroom. I remained on my knees taking long, slow breaths and enjoying the dizzy high I was feeling. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before I heard movement in the living room.

I peeked and saw that instead of cleaning up and returning to their rooms, Gary was sitting on the sofa and Vera was straddling his lap about to mount him for another round. My son’s cock stood up straight and true, as hard as if he hadn’t just spent himself in a lascivious frenzy. The angle made it difficult for me to see everything, but the light from the TV was just bright enough to watch Gary’s inexhaustible penis disappear into the generous embrace of the older woman’s cunt.

I found myself too drained to stand or crouch at the crack of the door. I stretched out on the floor, my head near the opening so that I could hear the subdued sounds of their lovemaking. I toyed with my pussy in an almost leisurely way, lacking the energy to do much more. As the couple reached yet another crescendo, I managed to eke out one more soul soothing orgasm for myself.

Before I fell asleep on the floor, I managed to crawl to my mattress and pass out there. I awoke some time later. Someone was lapping at my pussy. I couldn’t muster enough sense to tell if it was Valerie, Gary, or Vera. Maybe Cris had come home early from camp. The very idea that it could easily be any one of my housemates made me smile as I floated within the twilight realm between waking and dreaming. I tried to stay awake to find out if my lover in the dark would make me cum, but I gave in to the beckoning comforts of oblivion before learning my fate.

The next phase of my plan had the highest degree of difficulty yet, but I was feeling confident I could make it happen…

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Chapter 31 >>

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