Open Door Policy 4-6

Open Door Policy, Ch. 4
by DirtyMindedMom

A couple of days passed without any major new developments in the domestic arrangement me and my son were experimenting with. Gary had contrived another excuse to come talk to me after I’d gotten out of the shower the day before so that he could see me naked again. He didn’t need an excuse as far as I was concerned, but I suppose he felt strange just showing up for no other reason than to gawk at his mom’s tits.

Yesterday I noticed that he wasn’t bothering to close the bathroom door when he peed. On the third occasion of this, it was my turn to contrive and excuse to pass by while he was going. I glanced in and saw him holding his dick and aiming his stream into the toilet. He looked so cute. I decided that I should probably follow his lead and pee with the door open as well. It made me a little squeamish, but I allowed for the possibility that I might actually enjoy it.

As I slid my key into the lock and undid the deadbolt after a busy day at work, I heard the quick pitter-patter of not-so-little feet. I dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes and headed straight to my room to change. It had been a strange few days and I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend with nothing to do.

I walked by Gary’s room. His door was wide open and I saw him lying on his bed naked with his laptop balanced on his chest. His cock was hard, as it always seemed to be lately.

“Hi, hon.”

“Hey, Mom.”

I detected an odd note in his voice. “You jerking off?”

“Um…no, not really. Just screwing around, playing a game.”

“Well, don’t let that nice hard-on go to waste. I’m going to go get changed.” I hoped he took my not so subtle hint.

I went to my room and undressed. Even though it was casual Friday and I was able to wear my comfy jeans to work it still felt good to get out of them. I took off my blouse and checked to see if Gary was at my door before I went any further. He wasn’t there. I stripped out of my bra and panties with a pout. When I opened my hamper to toss my dirty things in, something unusual caught my eye.

The bra I had worn yesterday was on top. Inside one of the cups, gathered at the deepest tip, was a puddle of thick white fluid. Some of it had soaked into the fabric, but there was no doubt as to the nature of the substance I was looking at. I lifted my bra and took a sniff to be absolutely sure. It was definitely cum. And it was fresh. That pitter-patter I had heard was my son dashing from my bedroom to his when he heard my key in the door. That odd note in his voice had been guilt. I headed to his room with the incriminating evidence.

“Gary, did you just cum in my bra?”

I tried not to make it sound like an accusation, but looked stricken nevertheless.

“Ah…kinda, yeah.” He swallowed hard. “Sorry…again.”

It was impossible to be mad at him while he was naked with his erection lying on his tummy the way it was. Of course, the fact that I was completely naked also didn’t help matters any.

“You know, sweetheart, you don’t need to be sneaky about this sort of thing with me anymore. I don’t really mind if you want to use my underthings to masturbate with as long as you don’t make a mess on my clean ones.” He looked as surprised hearing that as I felt saying it. When did I become such an understanding mother?

“I wasn’t sure,” he mumbled, still sounding guilty. “I thought you might get mad about it.”

“Boys will be boys,” I rationalized, “and cum washes out.” I gave him a smile and that seemed to reassure him. “Were you also sniffing my dirty panties?” I asked nonchalantly.

“I, um…”

“When I was your age, my brother was always stealing my dirty panties and using them to jerk off with. It was annoying, but also kind of flattering in a weird sort of way.” I enjoyed the look of shock on my son’s face as I revealed that his uncle had been a nasty boy like him. “Just make sure my stinky panties and dirty bras end up back in my hamper when you’re done with them.”

He nodded dumbly, his eyes darting from the soiled lingerie in my hand to my bare tits, to my exposed bush, and finally back up to my face. I gave him a wink, turned and went into the bathroom. I turned the water on and waited for it to get warm so I could rinse the jizz out of my bra. While I waited, I couldn’t resist bringing it up to my nose and giving it another sniff.

The unique aroma gave me a warm feeling low down in my tummy. It had that slightly sweet, slightly nutty scent that only semen had. I’d always enjoyed that smell, even though I’d never admitted it to anyone. I sniffed again and noticed that more of my son’s gooey spunk had been absorbed into the padding of my bra. In another minute it would be completely gone. I dipped the tip of my tongue in the diminishing pool of cum.

What the fuck did I just do? My brain suddenly went into emergency mode. I didn’t really just taste my own son’s ejaculate, did I? I wasn’t that kind of person. I certainly wasn’t that kind of mother! Or was I? I’d just told my boy that he was free to sniff my cunt-stained panties while he jacked off into my dirty bras. I was disgusted with myself that I would even consider doing something like what I’d just done without even thinking about it. I stared into the large fabric cup at the remaining dollop of pearly spooge. Before I knew it, I had licked up what remained.

Oh God, I was losing it. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. The water ran in the sink, my naked boy was in the next room with a huge boner, and I was standing there with a gob of his cum on my tongue. I knew I should spit it out. I told myself to spit it out. Then I swallowed it down. What the fuck was wrong with me?

The taste of my son’s seed spread through my mouth. I had never been a fan of getting cum in my mouth, but knowing it was Gary’s made it delicious to me like no other I’d ever tasted before. I quickly began rinsing my bra under the rush of warm water, afraid that I might start sucking at the moist cum stain if I allowed myself the chance. As I rinsed, I savored the lingering taste on my tongue. The thought came to me that since Gary had never had a girlfriend before that I might be the first person ever to taste his cum. I should have felt ashamed of that idea, but I was instead somewhat proud of it.

This new open door policy of ours was doing strange things to me. What was happening scared me, but I also didn’t want to turn away from the course we were on – wherever it might lead.

I returned to my room and tossed the soggy bra back into the hamper. I didn’t bother with sweats and a t-shirt and instead slipped on my robe. I tied it loosely, leaving the front slightly open. I wanted to give Gary the opportunity to catch glimpses of my breasts and maybe my pussy fur. I was horny as hell, but I wanted to enjoy a little more teasing before I gave in to my mounting urge to pleasure myself.

When Gary eventually came out of his room he had on just a pair of shorts. He hadn’t bothered with underwear and the outline of his cock was obvious. He didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the peeks I was providing with my immodest robe configuration. We had our dinner in this manner, then moved to the sofa and watched TV together for the rest of the evening. Normally, Gary would have gone off to his room and closed the door as soon as we were finished eating, but he was more than eager to spend the evening with me instead. I’m sure the fact that my left breast had worked itself free of the confines of my robe had something to do with that.

Just after the ten o’clock dramas started, I spoke up. “I think I’m going to go get in bed.”

Gary looked over and noticed I was combing my fingers through my pussy hair. It was all I could do not to start fingering myself right then and there.

“So early?”

“It’s been a long week,” I said. “A long, strange, wonderful week.”

He smiled at that, but his disappointment was obvious. I stood and headed for my room. After only a few steps I stopped and turned to him. I put my hands on my hips, drawing my robe completely open in doing so.

“Sweetheart, would you like to watch Mommy masturbate?”

I’d managed to shock my son for the second time that day. And, again, I had also surprised myself. I had apparently lost all impulse control at some point in the past day or so.

“For reals?”

I’d already said it, so I couldn’t take it back, could I? The truth was that I didn’t want to take it back.

“Well, you’ve heard me making myself cum the last four nights in a row, you’ve seen me naked, and I’ve seen you jerk off in front of me. I know you’re curious, and based on what you’ve been doing with my underwear I’m guessing you’re at least a little turned on by your mother.”

“I never realized it before we moved in here. I mean, I always thought you were pretty, Mom, but I just kinda figured out that you’re super sexy too. I know a guy isn’t supposed to think that way about his own mother, but I can’t help it.”

“I guess at the end of the day I’m a woman and you’re a man.” If felt strange referring to my boy as a man, but according to the lengthening bulge in his shorts that’s exactly what he was. “You have a penis and I have a vagina. There are some things we just can’t help.”

“So…you don’t think there’s something wrong with me?”

“I think you’re perfectly normal,” I assured him as I became aware of how stiff my nipples had become. “And even if you weren’t, I’d love you just the same.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said with a happy grin.

“Okay, well, I’m going to go to my room and play with my pussy. I’ll leave the light on and if you want to come and watch what all the noise is about, you’re welcome to do so.” I couldn’t believe I was actually inviting my son to my bedroom to watch me finger myself, but I knew in that moment that there was nothing in the world that I wanted more.

I dropped my robe as soon as I was in my room. I turned off the overhead light, leaving just my bedside lamp on. That would provide enough illumination for Gary so see everything I was doing without casting too harsh a light on anything. He was used to perfect teenaged porn models – I didn’t want to traumatize him with the glaring sight of a real woman’s mature body in action. I settled down onto my mattress and was thrilled to see my son standing in my doorway.

“You’re really sure this is okay, Mom?”

“I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, sweetheart. Masturbating is something I enjoy doing as much as you. Well, almost as much as you. We’re stuck together in this tiny place and so there’s no point in us bending over backwards trying to hide things from each other. Better to just get everything out in the open and be ourselves. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I spread my legs open, giving my son his first full view of my naked pussy.

“If you’re not comfortable with any of this, just say so, honey, and we can go back to the way it was.”

“No! I like things the way they are now.” He couldn’t tear his gaze away from between my legs. “I like them a really lot.”

It wasn’t fair of me to put him in that position while I was exposing myself the way I was, but I wasn’t in the mood to be fair.

“Do you want to watch me masturbate my pussy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then come in and make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

I ran my hand across one of my tits, down over my belly, and to my crotch. Gary stepped into my room and knelt reverently at the foot of my mattress. I slowly spread my outer lips and touched my finger to my stiffened clit. This was really happening.

I was about to make myself cum in front of my son.

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 5
by DirtyMindedMom

“Can you see my pussy okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, Mom.” He leaned forward to get an even better view in the soft light emanating from my bedside reading lamp. “It looks really nice.”

I was lying on my back on the cheap mattress in my tiny bedroom. I was naked, as was my son Gary. I had my legs spread and was running my finger nervously around the tip of my erect clit. On a perverse impulse, I had asked if he wanted to watch me masturbate. He took me up on my offer as soon as he realized I meant it. I was doing my best not to let on that I was having serious second thoughts.

The shitty little apartment we were forced to move into after I left my cheating husband didn’t afford either of us much privacy, but I surely went too far when I suggested that we dispense with some long-held personal boundaries and not waste energy going through the motions of hiding our bodies and sexual urges from one another in these close quarters. My rational decision making faculties were obviously impaired by the stress of splitting with my rat-fink of a husband and a mounting horniness that I hadn’t expected.

I had definitely let things go too far, but how could I back out now? There was nothing for me to do but deliver on my perverse promise to my son and try to enjoy it as best as I could.

“Have you ever seen a real pussy up close like this?” I asked.

“No. Zach’s sister mooned us once, but that’s as close as I ever got.”

“I shouldn’t be letting you see mine. I’m being a really bad mother right now.”

“Just the opposite,” he insisted. “You’re the most awesome mom ever!”

“You don’t think this is weird?”

“Sure, I guess, but it’s weird in the best possible way.”

I ran my finger down from my stiff nub, along the soft flaps of my inner lips, and to my opening.

“I hate to admit how much this is turning me on,” I confessed. My finger circled around my hole, spreading the warm fluid leaking from within. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s been as excited as you are to see me naked.”

Gary smiled shyly. “I never thought about it before, but after I heard you making all those sex noises that one night, I started to notice what a hot body you have and how sexy you are.”

“So you feel okay about seeing me lying here naked with my legs spread wide open about to let you watch me put my finger inside my pussy?”

“Totally okay.”

“And it doesn’t bother you to hear your mother say words like pussy, or cock, or fuck?”

“Ha! I love hearing you say that stuff.”

I slipped my finger into my wet hole. It went in without the least bit of resistance. I pushed as far as I could before pulling out all the way and then plunging it back in.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I moaned.

“Is it okay if I jerk off while I watch you, Mom?”

“Mmm, while you watch me what?”

“Um…while I watch you…masturbate?”

I worked my finger in and out while looking at my son between my upraised knees. “Ooo, ask that again for me, sweetie?”

“Can I jerk off while I watch you masturbate?”

“Damn, that sounds sexy.” I added a second finger and the pleasure increased accordingly. “One more time.”

“Mom, I want to jerk off my cock while I watch you masturbate your hairy cunt.”

“Oh, fuck, baby! Yes! That’s the stuff Mommy likes.” I hated myself for being so completely aroused by hearing my darling son talking that filthy. “Yes, you can stroke that beautiful cock of yours while I fuck myself.”

Gary straightened up on his knees, grabbed his hard dick and began jacking it. It was a strange and wonderful thing for a mother to see her son playing with his cock. At some level you knew he would discover masturbation soon after puberty, but it wasn’t something you ever expected to witness. I felt so lucky, and depraved, and excited.

My hand was fast at work between my legs. My moans, pants, and groans were flowing steadily and increasing in volume as my son and I watched each other manipulate cock and pussy.

“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen, Mom,” my son sighed as his leering stare roved up and down my writhing body.

“I love playing with my tits while I masturbate,” I told him and moved my free hand to one of my bare breasts. I squeezed and fondled it as he looked on, obviously wanting to know what it would feel like to touch me in the way that I was touching myself. “Want to see a fun trick I can do?”

Gary nodded eagerly and I lifted my tit up. I craned my neck, reached out with my tongue and licked my own nipple. My son’s face lit up with happiness at seeing that. My husband would sometimes tell me to do that for him and I always resented having to perform that little act for him, but with my son it was different. I got a twisted delight out of doing something in front of him that I normally felt embarrassed about.

“I can also suck my whole nipple,” I boasted. “Want to see?”

“Of course! This is so freakin’ hot!”

“Why don’t you get a little closer and kneel up here on the bed with me?” I watched his almost-manly body as he maneuvered into position. I never imagined that I’d ever be capable of seeing my son as an object of sexual desire, but I couldn’t help but image how good it would feel to have him on top of me and to wrap my legs around him. “Ready?”

He gripped his hard-on and nodded. I pulled and partly folded my tit, angling my nipple up toward my mouth, and was able to suck it all in just as I’d promised. I’d discovered my ability to do this trick when Gary was about five years old. It felt good, but I only did it on very rare occasions for my own pleasure. For some reason I was ashamed of doing that to myself almost immediately after I’d cum. With my son watching, the shame was instead transformed into a perverse kind of pride for how dirty I capable of being with him. Who knew tearing down my son’s illusion of me as a proper mother would be such a turn on?

I released my nipple for a moment. “Have you ever sucked a girl’s tit before?” I asked, then licked a circle around the perimeter of my areola.

“No. Not even close.”

“You used to love sucking on Mommy’s titties when you were a baby.” I enjoyed the fresh blush this brought to his cheeks. “You don’t remember, but I’d hold you and take out one of my boobs. They were bigger then and full of milk. I’d rub my nipple on your chubby little cheek, and you’d latch on and start sucking like this…” I took my nipple back into my mouth and sucked the way he did when he was nursing. “Too bad you’re not a baby anymore.”

His face was contorted in a kind of longing agony as he listened to me. It was cruel, but fun.

“I’m about ready to cum,” I said to my masturbating son. “How about you?”

“I’m so ready, Mom, you have no idea.”

“Well, let’s stop fooling around and get to it.” I licked my fingers and pressed my hard clit with them. I worked my hand in broad circles around the top of my pussy, increasing the pace with each revolution. “How does your cock feel, sweetheart?”

“Good,” came his quick answer. “I’m so hard right now it hurts.”

“Mmm, I like that. Seeing me naked like this is what made you hard, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “I can’t believe I’m really seeing my mom’s pussy right in front of me.”

“And I can’t believe I get to watch my son play with his cock. You’re making me so fucking wet. Can you see how wet you made Mommy’s cunt?”

“Uh huh,” he panted. “It’s beautiful…”

“I bet you’d like to put your cock in there, wouldn’t you? Slide that hard prick of yours right up inside your mother’s cunt and push it way in deep.”

“Holy shit, Mom, I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s right, baby, make your cock cum for Mommy. Let me see you shoot it everywhere.”

“Uuuuhhhhnnn! Fuuuck!”

Gary thrust his hips forward, wielding his cock like a weapon, and let loose. Semen sprayed from the tip of his penis in an almost steady flow as his hand flew up and down the shaft in a frenzied blur. He was spewing his jizz all over the sheets between my open legs, but I didn’t care about the mess in the least. I was too occupied with working my clit as fast as I could to bring my own mounting orgasm to fruition. When a gob of my son’s jism landed high up on the inside of my thigh, I was pushed over the top.

“Oh, baby, Mommy’s cumming too! Watch me! Watch Mommy make her pussy cum for you! Ooooo, yes, yes, yes!” My hips came up off the mattress and it was my turn to thrust my crotch toward my masturbation partner with orgasmic fury. My son was fixated on my cunt and watched in a blissful daze as his mother brought herself off with nothing but fingers. As the waves of pleasure battered my body, I couldn’t remember a time when I’d enjoyed sex as much as I was in that moment.

My orgasm felt like it went on for minutes, but it couldn’t have been more than ten seconds. I fell back down onto the bed as the last reverberation faded. I lay with my legs splayed open, gently stroking my swollen lips in an effort to prolong the fleeting sensations as much as possible while I caught my breath. Gary sat back on his heels, his cock still hard in his hand.

“I wish I could take a picture of you like this,” he said, his voice soft and dreamy.

“You don’t need a picture, sweetie, I have a feeling you’ll be seeing me like this a lot.”

A big smile came to his face. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

“I don’t see why not. We deserve to have a little fun, don’t we?” I was trying to justify it to myself more than anything.

“We deserve to have a lot of fun!”

“Okay, you get to your room, young man. I have to change my sheets and clean up the mess you made.”

“Sorry for getting some of my stuff on you,” he said guiltily as he stood.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, accidents will happen.” For some reason I didn’t want to admit to him how good it felt to have his warm spunk on my bare skin. “Now come give me a kiss goodnight.”

He came to the side of my bed, leaned down and instead of giving me a grudging peck on the cheek, as he normally did, he put his lips to mine. He lingered longer than I expected, which caused a warm flash to spread through my chest. I had to restrain myself from shoving my tongue in his mouth and pulling him down on top of me in a mad fit of passion.

My son pulled away from our kiss, leaving me wanting more and stood over me for a few moments. His cock hovered just above my head within easy reach. My mouth watered.

“Night, Mom.” He headed for the door, pausing at the threshold to turn back and say, “I love you.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart,” was all I could choke out in return before he turned the corner into his bedroom.

I scooped the small wad of jizz from my thigh as soon as I thought it was safe and brought my finger up to my nose. I smelled my son’s cum. It had that earthy, boy musk that I remembered from my bra. I’d only intended to enjoy the aroma, but I couldn’t stop from tasting it. As my mouth filled with my son’s intimate flavor, I imagined that I could actually taste his potency. It was almost as if I could feel his fertile little sperms wiggling around on my tongue. I knew it was silly, but I also knew that I desperately wanted more of my boy’s cum.

I didn’t bother changing my sheets and instead curled up on the wet spot he’d left for me. I was under no delusions. I was fully aware that what I was doing was sick, but I was also aware that I was actually looking forward to a tomorrow for the first time in a long while. No more second thoughts.

I fell asleep to the sounds of my son beating off in the room next to me.

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 6
by DirtyMindedMom

My new open door policy was working better than I had hoped. In the beginning, all I really wanted was to be able to masturbate while my son was in the apartment and not worry about all the noise I made. It quickly evolved into something more. My son and I had become shameless voyeurs and exhibitionist with each other. I hadn’t expected that my experiment with openness would lead to me seeing my boy jerk off his hard cock in front of me, and I certainly didn’t anticipate that I’d be spreading my pussy and letting him watch me finger myself to orgasm. It was all very sordid, yet I couldn’t deny how much I was enjoying the daily dose of filthy debauchery.

Sure, there was the occasional pang of guilt. I was quite sure that I was breaking some kind of law by gratifying myself in a sexually explicit way in front of my son, but that’s not what I was worried about. No one would ever know what was going on in our tiny dump of an apartment unless Gary turned me in, and he was having too much fun to spoil a good thing. I also wasn’t worried so much about what I was doing rising to the level of “sexual abuse.” I suppose an argument could be made that this is what I was doing, but there hadn’t been any direct physical contact between us of a sexual nature, and I clearly wasn’t forcing my son to do anything he didn’t want to do.

I suppose the guilt came from the fact that a large part of what turned me on so much about what was happening was how wrong it was. Wasn’t I supposed to shield my son from my sexual side? A good mother shouldn’t purposely expose herself the way I was or lust after a glimpse of her son’s erect penis. A normal mom would never slide her dildo into her pussy late at night and imagine that it was her boy’s cock filling her up. And she definitely wouldn’t be sneaking tastes of her son’s cum every chance she got. These little twinges of guilt, however, were no match for the overwhelming desire I had to continue with our depraved sex shows.

A big part of the thrill was that it seemed like there was something new every day. Earlier in the week, I stepped out of the shower to find Gary standing in the open bathroom doorway beating off. I just smiled and went about drying myself off as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I took my time and made sure he got some good views of my tits and ass. By the time I was finished he was spilling his jizz on the tile floor. I told him to go get ready for school and I’d clean up his mess, which I did – with my tongue. I tried to be quick about it, not wanting him to see me naked on my hands and knees licking his cum off the floor, but in a strange way I sort of wanted to be caught like that.

That night we were sitting on the sofa watching TV after dinner and Gary just whipped his dick out without a word and started stroking it. I decided to follow his lead, pulled my pants down, and frigged myself right there on the couch with him. We both had a nice cum, then went back to watching TV, neither of us bothering to put our junk away. I loved being able to glance over whenever I wanted and see my son’s cock and balls on display.

I wouldn’t exactly say Gary was aggressive when it came to our naughty interludes, but he wasn’t shy about letting me know what he wanted, which was an unexpected turn on for me. He came to my room one night at bedtime wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a hard-on.

“Mom, are you going to masturbate tonight?”

“Well, now that I’ve seen that beautiful cock of yours I suppose I have to.”

He was never able to suppress a prideful smile when I complimented his penis like that.

“Cool, cool, cool…” Gary watched as I slipped off my bra and released my tits. “So…is it okay if I watch?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” I wiggled out of my panties, gave them a sniff just to tease him, then tossed them toward the hamper. “You know by now how much I like to cum when you’re watching me.” I fluffed up my pussy hair as the butterflies began to stir in my tummy.

“Can we leave all the lights on?”

I moved to my bed (or, rather, my mattress on the floor). I’d gotten over most of my self-consciousness about my mature body over the past couple weeks when it came to my son. He’d seen me in enough compromising situations that being naked in bright light didn’t scare me the way it used to. My boy was horny for me just the way I was, no need to hide anything from him.

“Um…I was wondering if you could do something for me though?”

“Something kinky?” I asked in a sultry taunt.

“Not really, I don’t think. If it’s okay, could you do it facing the other way? You know, like on all fours?”

“That’s not how I usually do it, but I guess I could try it that way.” I loved being able to give him what he wanted. “But why that position?”

He shrugged and I detected a hint of bashfulness. “Don’t know. Just something different.”

I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I turned around and got onto all fours with my butt facing Gary. “Like this?”

“Perfect, Mom. Thanks.”

I reached down between my legs and ran my fingers along my soaked slit. I had been losing so much moisture through my pussy lately that I was taking extra care to stay hydrated. At one point I even wished that Gatorade made a special drink that helped replenished expended sex juices! But, in the grand scheme of things, it was a good problem to have.

I rotated by ass as I began to lose myself in the pleasure. My butt had gotten wider than I would have liked over the years, but it was still smooth. More cushion for the pushin’, as they say. The only problem was that I wasn’t doing any real pushin’ lately. My dildos got the job done, but I couldn’t help wanting to wrap my pussy around a flesh and blood cock for a change. Maybe I needed to start thinking about betting back out there. Cheryl offered to set me up with one of her clients…

“God, Mom, your ass is awesome.”

“Oh, stop exaggerating.”

“I’m serious. None of the girls in my school even come close to how hot your butt is.”

Take that you skinny little bitches. I gave my backside a shake and felt my cheeks jiggling. I would have been mortified doing that in front of my skunk of a husband, but it was a treat to let loose like that with my son. I knew instead of judging me he was simply enjoying whatever perverted treat I was willing to offer. I could hear him whacking off behind me and regretted not having a better view in this position.

“So, my little boy is a butt man?”

“When it comes to you, Mom, I think I’m an everything man.”

That comment inflated my ego a few more PSI. I heard him moving closer, and I sunk two fingers into my pussy hole.

“Enjoying the view, baby boy?”

“Totally.” He was breathing heavy. “I can almost see your butthole, Mom.”

It suddenly dawned on me why he most likely wanted me in this position. Only one way to test my theory. I grabbed one of my cheeks with my free hand and spread it to the side.

“How about now, sweetheart? Can you see Mommy’s butthole now?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” The pace of his strokes doubled. Yeah, that’s what he was angling for.

“Does Mommy have a pretty asshole?” I abandoned my pussy and used both hands to spread my ass for my son’s viewing pleasure.

“It’s perfect, Mom. Fucking perfect.”

I was never much into assplay, but there seemed to be no limits to what I was willing to do with my son. Things that had always been disgusting or degrading were somehow now desirable and satisfying in a way I would never have imagined. I truly had nothing to hide from my son, so there was no need for inhibitions. I was free to explore the depths of depravity in ways I never could before. And the deeper I went, the better it felt.

“Look at my asshole, baby!”

“I’m looking, Mom! I’m…I’m…I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, baby! Cum! Cum on Mommy!” Did I just say that? “Cum right on Mommy’s dirty little asshole!” I spread my ass wider. “Do it!”

Gary groaned and moved in right behind me.

“Here it comes, Mom!”

A second later, a warm spurt hit the center of my asshole and was quickly followed by several more. A sparkling tingle ran all through my body as my son liberally coated my open ass with his hot spunk. It was filthy, immoral, and spectacular all that the same time. I had reached a new low, but never felt higher. My moans mingled with my son’s choked cries of delight as he pumped the last few drops of semen out of his cock and onto my butt.

I let go of one of my cheeks and fingered my clit. All it took was a couple of quick strokes and I was cumming. My back arched, my thighs quivered, and I let out a weeping groan of carnal fulfillment. During my entire marriage, I had never had orgasms as intense as the ones I was experiencing with my son.

“Shit, Mom, that was incredible.”

“You won’t get an argument from me,” I panted into my pillow. I flexed by butt cheeks and felt Gary’s cum squish between them. I shouldn’t have let him blow his load on me like that, but it was too late to worry about it.

“Want me to get you a towel or something?” he offered.

Such a little gentleman.

“No, honey, I’m going to go to the bathroom and clean up.” I crawled off the mattress, stood up and stretched. “I have to pee, anyway.”

As I headed for the door I noticed a peculiar look in his eyes. There was a longing curiosity there that I’d recently learned to recognize. It took me a second to guess what it might be about. No, it couldn’t be that. My mind rebelled against the possibility, but I had to ask.

“Honey, do you want to come with me to the bathroom and watch me pee?”

The way his cock twitched was answer enough.

I reminded myself once again that when it came to my son I had nothing to hide…

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Chapter 7 >>

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