Open Door Policy 7-9

Open Door Policy, Ch. 7
by DirtyMindedMom

“Are you sure you want to see this?” I asked, having lost a bit of my nerve on our short trip to the bathroom.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Mom. I’m just a little curious about it, that’s all.”

“Well, I’d hate to pass up an opportunity for a teachable moment.” I was completely naked with a full load of my son’s cum smeared along the length of butt crack. I couldn’t help enjoying the warm squishy feeling it was giving me as I walked. Gary was also naked at this point after having shed his t-shirt somewhere along the way. His hard-on stood out strong and proud despite him having just creamed directly onto my asshole, which I had so generously provided him open access to. The staying power of youth was an admirable thing.

Gary watched with rapt anticipation as I put the toilet seat down and positioned myself in a half squat. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I’d peed in front of my dirtbag husband before, but always fully seated. I’d never gone with someone watching me as intently as my son was doing. It took nearly a minute before I was able to release the first trickle.

“See that?” I asked, feeling a misplaced sense of pride.

“Um…kinda, but not really. Your hair and stuff is sorta getting in the way.”

I tensed up a little and the stream stopped. After another calming breath, I reached down and spread my outer lips apart. I worked my fingers so I was also able to spread my vagina open as well. It was easier this time and the pee began flowing again in a few seconds.

“There…can you see it now?”

“Oh, wow! Yeah, I can see everything, Mom. Awesome.” Gary knelt down in front of the bowl as if he was praying to my pissing pussy. “It’s coming out from a little hole just inside your big hole.”

“It’s not that big.”

He looked worried for a moment that he might have insulted me, but when he saw the smirk on my face he knew I wasn’t upset. “Okay, no, but you know what I mean.” His attention went right back down between my legs.

I did my best to control my release and slow it down. I didn’t want this to be over in a quick rush. I should have felt ashamed and humiliated for putting on a display like this for anyone, much less for my son, but it was almost like it was perfectly normal. I’d been teaching my boy about the world around him all his life and this was just one more lesson. And it was a lesson he was very keen to learn. It also didn’t hurt that I was getting incredibly turned on exposing myself in a way I never had before. Leave it to my son to get me sexually aroused while peeing.

I noticed that Gary was lightly stroking his erection as he watched me empty my bladder for his edification. I guess it was a turn on for him as well.

The last of my remaining urine dribbled out of my piss hole. I squeezed my inner muscles and managed a few more little squirts before I was done.

“That was so cool, Mom.” He breathed in deeply through his nose. “I never knew before exactly how it worked for girls.”

“Now you know.” I grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed my pussy clean.

“It kind of went everywhere towards the end, didn’t it?”

“It’ll do that, especially when you’re not spreading yourself open like I was.”

“Sweet.” He backed up to give me a little room, still holding his dick in one hand.

I got some more tissue and wiped his cum from my ass crack. I had been hoping I’d be able to taste it, but I didn’t dare in front of him. There would be plenty more opportunities in the future. He watched like an attentive little puppy dog as I me cleaned myself up. It gave me a warm sensation all over to be naked with my son and feel so comfortable performing these kinds of intimate tasks in front of him.

When I flushed, I noticed a wistful expression on his face as if he’d lost something he was hoping I’d let him keep. I probably should have been more concerned about his interest in my bathroom activities than I was. I went to the sink and began my nightly routine.

Gary remained on his knees behind me, quietly masturbating while he watched me wash my face and brush my teeth. I was able to see his reflection in the mirror. I’d seen him jerk off at least a dozen times already, but it still gave me a giddy sensation in my chest to watch my boy stroking his cock. Partly it was the unconditional trust he placed in me, and partly the fact that I was hopelessly enamored with my son’s ridiculously handsome penis.

“Mom, can I see your asshole again?”

My pussy clenched with desire when I heard him say this. “Oh, honey, haven’t you seen enough for one night?”

“Please, Mom? Just for a second?”

I spit, and then rinsed the toothpaste from my mouth. I met his eyes in the mirror and shook my head in that helpless way mothers do. I bent forward a bit and once again spread my ass open for my son. I immediately heard him go from a leisurely stroke to frantic whacking. I watched him through the mirror as he beat off with an almost violently fury, his face a mask of sublime agony. His gaze was fixed on my exposed butthole and whatever he could see of my pussy. His mouth hung open and his tongue slipped back and forth over his lower lip. I sensed that he wanted nothing more than to lunge face first into my butt crack and lick my asshole. I’d never let a man do that to me before, but I knew that if Gary leaned in and tried to tongue me back there that I’d let him. I prayed it didn’t come to that, and yet hoped it would.

Before I could worry about it any further, my son’s jaw clenched and just like that he was spewing yet another big load of semen all over the bathmat he was kneeling on. The joy at seeing the fresh sperm shooting from his young cock was tempered with the regret that I’d lost the chance to taste yet another sample of my boy’s cum.

“Okay, stud,” I said turning and helping Gary up off his knees, “that’s enough for tonight. Off to bed.”

“Sure, Mom.” He was still a little out of it after his passionate release. “Thanks, that was the best…” He walked into the doorframe as he tried to navigate his way out of the bathroom.

“Hold on,” I said, reaching out to take his wrist. “Don’t I get a goodnight hug?”

With a huge smile he turned and let me take him into my arms. He pressed his naked body against mine and wrapped me up in a tight hug. I could feel the wet tip of hard-on against my thigh. My breasts flattened high up against his chest. He wasn’t quite as tall as me yet, but it was only a matter of months before his next growth spurt would have me looking up into his eyes for the first time. I held him and tried to accept that I was losing my little boy. The heartbreak was lessened by knowing what I would be gaining as he became a man.

“No more jerking off tonight, young man.” I patted his bare ass before releasing him. “Save some of that cum for tomorrow.”

“Okay.” He reluctantly stepped away. “And thanks again for…for everything you showed me tonight.” Gary headed out, but then turned before he was out of sight. “If you ever want to see me pee or anything, just let me know and I’ll do it for you.”

“Thanks, sweetheart, I might just take you up on that.” The idea of watching my son pee didn’t really do anything for me, but I could tell he really wanted me to watch him. It seemed harmless enough, so if it made him happy why not?

After a restless night, it turned out that I was in for a restless day. It started off fine. I left the bathroom door wide open as I had my morning pee. I knew Gary could easily hear the shushing sound of the piss rushing from my pussy and the distinctive noise of my urine hitting the water in the bowl. He came traipsing in as I was finishing, just in time to watch me wipe and flush. He then took his place in front of the toilet, lifted the seat, aimed his semi-hard cock and unleashed a golden stream. I did him the courtesy of staying and watching. By the time he was flicking the last few drops from the tip of his dick, he was fully hard. I can’t say that the idea of watching a man pee ever appealed to me, but I honestly enjoyed seeing my naked son piss in front of me. I was once again surprised that I was discovering new things that turned me on at my age.

I spent the day at work alternately chastising myself for spreading my ass and peeing for my son, and getting worked up over wondering what the two of us might do when I got home. Even if all we did was watch each other masturbate, that would be more than enough for me. God, what would my asshat of a husband think if he knew what was going on now that he wasn’t around? If he ever found out, I would not only lose out big time in the divorce settlement, but I’d also lose custody of my son and probably end up in jail. Despite the risks, there was no doubt in my mind that in a few short hours I’d be back in that shitty apartment with my tits out and my legs spread.

When I got home, the first thing I heard was someone moaning in Gary’s room – and that someone was female. I moved quietly to his door and peeked in.

Gary was lying on his bed naked, his cock hard. His laptop was resting on his chest and the sound of moaning was coming from it. I won’t deny that I was more than a little relieved.

“What? I’m not enough for you?”

Gary jumped when he heard my voice, instinctively covering his exposed penis and closing his laptop. I couldn’t help but laugh at his startled reaction.

“Oops! Sorry, Mom.” His cheeks were as red as I’d ever seen them. “I was just waiting for you to get home, and…”

“No need to explain, silly goose.”

“I was going to delete all this stuff anyway.” It was cute how flustered he was after everything we’d done together over the past couple weeks.

“You don’t have to do that, sweetheart.” I stepped into his room and unbuttoned my blouse. “As a matter of fact, how about you show me what you’ve got there?”

“Ah, no. I don’t think you’d like it.”

I shrugged off my top and slipped my skirt down.

“How do you know? If you like it, then maybe I will too.”

“I thought you hated porn.”

“I hated that your father liked jerking off to it more than he liked fucking me.” I worked my pantyhose down each of my legs. “But I know that it’s almost impossible for a horny teenage boy like you to resist looking at it.” I reached around and unclasped my bra. “Even when you have a woman willing to show you her pussy whenever your little heart desires.”

“Sorry…”

“Stop apologizing and scoot over.”

Gary made room for me and I settled onto his mattress next to him. I had purposely left my panties on. The crotch was already soaked with my juices from the ride home. The expectation of what was waiting for me had my pussy wet throughout the entire commute. I knew I’d be smelling overly ripe down there, but I was beginning to see that as a benefit rather than a problem.

“C’mon, sweetie, show Mommy what kind of porn you like and let’s have some fun!”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

<< Chapter 1 < Chapter 7

Open Door Policy, Ch. 8
by DirtyMindedMom

When I came home from work, my son’s bedroom door was wide open. Looking in, I saw him lying on his mattress, naked, with a full blown hard-on as he watched something nasty on his laptop (judging from the moans coming from the speakers). I should probably have simply left him to enjoy himself without interruption, but I instead decided to join him. I stripped down to just my panties and settled in next to my boy, eager to watch some porn with him and do what comes naturally when one is watching videos of people fucking.

“So, what are we jerking off to this afternoon?” I asked with bubbly enthusiasm.

“Um…I don’t know if it’s anything you’d like, Mom.”

“Only one way to find out.” I toyed with my nipples as he clicked the play button to resume the video he was watching. We didn’t have an internet connection, so we’d be watching one of only a handful of porn clips he’d managed to save to his hard drive before we’d left home in a hurry. I was excited to find out what my son had selected to get him by until he could get access to the bounty of the web again.

Yes, I probably should have been distressed that my teen boy was looking at porn, but in this day and age it was useless to fight it. The stuff was everywhere, and there was no real point in trying to block it. Kids would always find a way to see it one way or another. The truth is, if I had the internet when I was his age, I’d be watching almost as much fucking and sucking as he was. All I ever had was a couple of cheesy VHS tapes hidden in my dad’s closet under his sweaters. Every time my parents went out, I would go get those tapes and finger myself like crazy watching them over and over again.

The moaning restarted and Gary’s laptop screen was filled with flesh. It only took a few seconds to realize the flesh belonged to two teenaged girls going at it. They had only gotten as far as rubbing their tits together and pressing their shaved mounds into one another.

“A little lesbian action, eh?” I commented. “Is that what my sweet little boy gets off to?”

“Sorry, Mom.” He swallowed hard, tipping off how embarrassed he was. “I can find something with regular sex instead.”

“No, we can watch this.” I slipped my hand into my panties. “I’m not afraid to admit that I can be sexually aroused by looking at another woman.”

“Seriously? I never thought you’d ever want to watch porn, especially girls only stuff.” He reached past the computer resting on his bare chest and took hold of his erection.

“I probably like looking at a hot pussy just as much as you do.” I took my hand out of my panties, licked my middle two fingers, and put them right back where they came from. “And these young ladies have a couple very hot pussies.”

We watched the girls kiss, feel each other up, and grind themselves together. I was stroking myself leisurely, enjoying sharing such an intimate moment with my son more than I was the action on the screen. He was tugging on his cock, pausing every so often to keep from finishing too quickly. The girls finally got around to one of them going down on the other.

“What do you think of that, Mom?” His voice was high and shaky, still unsure of what limits there were between us.

“Very sexy,” I told him honestly without having to think about it.

“Would you ever want to do something like that?”

“You mean would I ever lick another woman’s pussy? You think your mom is some kind of dyke?”

“No! I just…I didn’t mean…”

I had to laugh. I nudged his leg with my knee. “I’m just teasing. Don’t get yourself in a tizzy.” If he only knew. “What makes you think I haven’t done that before?”

Oh, geez, what did I say that for?

“Have you?” Gary’s wide eyes were focused on me instead of the porn.

“Once,” I confessed. Me and my big mouth. No use holding back. “It was a present for you jackass father on our tenth wedding anniversary. Things were getting routine in the bedroom, and I wanted to get the spark back.” I shouldn’t have been telling my son this story. “I bought a slinky new dress, went out to a night club, and picked up a woman to bring home.”

“No fucking way. You really did that?”

“Your father always ‘joked’ about watching me with another woman, so I gave him what he wanted.”

“And you had sex with her?”

“We started off just like the girls in this video. She was probably as nervous as I was. A gorgeous redhead with a smoking body. A few years younger than me. I think it was her first time, too. We got naked, sucked each other’s tits for a while, then she went for it. She started licking my pussy and I couldn’t believe it was happening. I came in no time at all. Then it was my turn.”

“Did you do it?”

“I sure did. I had no idea what I was doing, but I did it.”

“And you like it?”

“Actually, I did like. A lot more than I thought I would.” We were both working ourselves a little faster now as we talked. “I think about that night a lot when I’m masturbating.”

“What did Dad do?”

“At first he just watched and jacked off his little prick, but after a while he joined in.”

“Did he fuck that other woman?”

I was trying not to let thoughts of that A-hole spoil the mood. “He did.”

“And that was okay with you?”

“Not really. But it was his fantasy, so I figured I could live with it that one time. Little did I know that one time wouldn’t be enough for him.” I watched the teen sluts 69ing each other. “I wouldn’t mind trying it again…eating out a nice pussy, I mean.”

“If you do, maybe I could watch this time…?” Gary tried to make is sound like he was kidding, but I knew he was hoping I’d take him seriously.

“We’ll see,” I half-promised. “You wouldn’t be disgusted seeing your mother shove her tongue into another woman’s sloppy, wet cunt?”

“Fuck, no!” He was beating his cock faster by this time.

My fingers were pumping in and out of my pussy just as fast. The moans from the lesbian girls mingled with our own to make it sound like an all-out foursome.

“Maybe one of these days you’ll bring home a little hottie and we can share her.” Oh God, why did I say that out loud? I laughed, trying to play it off like I was the one who was kidding this time.

“Shit, Mom, that’s fucking crazy.” He began jacking it so hard that the laptop nearly slid off his chest. “I can just picture you licking Valerie Rios’ pussy while she sucks my cock.”

I should have stopped it there, but I could almost picture it myself. The slapping sound coming from between my legs only became louder and faster the more I thought about it.

“You already have a girl picked out for us?” I hooked my leg over his, spreading myself so I’d have more room to work my pussy. “A Spanish girl?”

“Brazilian. She’s totally frickin’ sexy, Mom.” The girls in the porn were getting close to cumming, and so were we. “I want to fuck her so bad. And if you saw her, you’d want to eat her pussy all day long, I know it.”

“Maybe while you’re fucking her with that big, hard cock of yours, she could be sucking my pussy.” The muscles in my legs were flexing madly on their own. I was losing control of my body. “I’d ride her, grind my cunt against her mouth, then cum all over her face.” I didn’t even know what I was saying – the words simply came rushing out.

“Oh God, Mom, yes! And I’d fuck her so hard until I filled her cunt up with my cum, then I’d pull out and let you suck it all off my cock –” He cut himself short, realizing he’d crossed a line in his fantasy scenario.

“Then I’d go down on her again,” I continued, not caring that I was taking things too far myself. “I’d lick her pussy and suck your cum right out of her little fuck hole…”

That did it for me! The lights seemed to flash as my eyes rolled back and a moan of primal release emerged from me that reverberated through my whole self. Gary began grunting next to me, and between the two of us we drowned out the fake cries of the girls in the video. I was only dimly aware of my son turning and spraying his jizz all over me. We bucked and thrashed our way through a forceful pair of mutual orgasms, our naked parts randomly banging together, before falling quiet.

His body stayed pressed against mine. Our panting breaths were almost in sync as we labored to recover. The stiffness of his cock felt good against my hip. I relished the warm tickle created by each of the hundred droplets of my son’s cum that dotted me from throat to crotch. I found one of the larger deposits that had landed on my right breast and touched my finger to it.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Gary offered as he took a gulp of air. “I didn’t mean to…cum on you like that, I just…couldn’t help it.”

“That’s okay, sweetie,” I assured him. “If you haven’t guessed by now, I like it when you cum on me.” I circled a finger around my nipple, smearing a thin coating of his sperm there. “I never much cared for any man’s semen before, but I like yours for some strange reason.” I found another big drop and did the same with it, coating my nipple even more. “I like the way your cum feels on my body.” I looked down at the slickness covering the dark circle at the tip of my breast. My son was watching me closely. The temptation was too great. “And I love how you taste.”

I lifted my breast, and, reaching out with my tongue, licked my soiled nipple clean. I gave it a couple quick sucks to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind.

“Whoa, Mom, I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I suspect there’s a lot we still don’t know about each other.” I turned to face him, took my son in my arms and held him against me. “But I’m sure it’s going to be a lot of fun finding out.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

<< Chapter 1 < Chapter 8

Open Door Policy, Ch. 9
by DirtyMindedMom

Gary and I were on the sofa watching TV when my phone rang. I took my fingers out of my pussy and answered it. It was my mom. I felt a guilty twinge as I greeted her while her dear grandson sat a few feet away from me absently fondling his balls. I tugged my skirt down and pulled my blouse closed as I went to take the call in my bedroom.

We talked for almost half an hour. Five minutes into the conversation I became keenly aware that I’d much rather be back on the couch openly toying with my cunt next to my son. My mom wrapped up by saying that she called to make sure I was doing okay with the separation, but that I sounded happier than ever. I hung up and realized she was right. I couldn’t remember being this content and carefree in a long while.

I stripped out of my work clothes, shed my panties and bra, and put on a slinky satin robe that was barely long enough to hide my furry muff. Of course, since I didn’t bother tying it closed, nothing was really being hidden. Although Gary and I hadn’t exactly become nudists, clothes were less and less of a concern around the apartment lately. I strode back into the cramped living room and basked in the admiring look from my half-naked boy.

“Damn, Mom, you look extra hot in that thing.” He backed up his compliment by grabbing his semi-hard shaft and squeezing.

“I dug this out of a box last night,” I said as I sat down, arranging what little there was of the flimsy material to accentuate my mature curves. “I also found some racy lingerie that I haven’t worn in years. Some of the things still had the tags on. Maybe now I’ll have an excuse to wear them again?” I only phrased it as a question because I wasn’t 100% certain a teen boy would want to see his mother traipsing around in skimpy negligees intended for younger women with better bodies.

“Yeah, that would be awesome, Mom!” His cock was once again at full attention as he lightly stroked it. “It’d be like I had my very own Victoria Secret model.”

“Don’t set your expectations too high, sweetie. Your old mom only has so much to work with over here.”

“Oh, puh-leeze. You’re totally smokin’, and you know it. I mean, God, just look at those tits.”

I brushed my fingers suggestively over one of my nipples and felt it stiffen under my touch. It was shameless how good his compliments made me feel. I was perfectly aware of how pathetic it was that I had to turn to my own son for gratification, but it was too addictive for me to stop.

I slid a hand down over my belly, across my hairy mound, and to my warm slit. My fingers tickled their way past my clit, slipped along the length of my silky lips, and found their way back into my slick hole.

“I’m so fucking wet,” I sighed, luxuriating in the pleasure of seeing my son watching me finger myself.

“Yeah, I can tell from the sound it makes when you fuck yourself like that.” Gary was working his cock, but he was being careful not to go too fast. He knew we had all evening and that there was no need to rush.

“By the way, Grandma sends her love.” I pulled my fingers out, sucked them briefly, then shoved them back into my heated twat. “She wants us to come visit her next weekend.”

“Do we have to?” He looked somewhat stricken.

“Don’t panic. I think we can stand to go a whole day without masturbating together, don’t you?”

“Maybe, but why would we want to?” He was only partly joking. Gary moved so that he was on his knees in the middle of the sofa.

I shifted so he’d be able to easily see right between my legs from his new angle. “Because we still need to be functioning members of society.” I spread my lips wide open because I knew how much he liked seeing his mother’s pussy like that. “We can’t just spend all our time cooped up in the dark in this shitty place like a couple of perverted trolls playing with ourselves all the time.”

“Geez, Mom, I can’t get over how amazing it is that you let me see your cunt like this.” He was pumping his erection faster despite his efforts to maintain control. “If it was up to me, we’d just do this all day, every day.”

“That does sound nice.” I resumed fingering my dripping hole. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing for me, too. I love getting to see my son’s big cock, and I’m lucky that I’m able to watch you jerk off for me. I spend half my day at work thinking about your dick and how sexy it looks when you shoot your cum for me. But taking a break every once in a while will make it that much more exciting the next time we get to play together.”

“If you say so,” he conceded and roughly grabbed his nutsack. “But if it gets any more exciting than this I think my balls will probably explode!”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

I slouched down and focused on what I was doing between my legs. I watched through hooded eyes as my son beat off right in front of me. All I would have to do is lean forward and I could take his cock in my mouth. I could be the one to give him his first blowjob and taste his cum straight from the source instead of licking it up off the floor or from one of my tits. It was so tempting, but it was important that I maintained some boundaries. I couldn’t think of why it was important in that moment, but I was sure it was…pretty sure…maybe.

“Mmm, it feels so good to play with my cunt while you watch me,” I moaned. “You like watching Mommy masturbate, don’t you?”

“Love it,” he gasped, his arm working fast, the muscles in his shoulder stood out in a way that inexplicably turned me on almost as much as seeing his cock. “You’re the best thing I ever jerked off to in my life. You’re so fuckin’ sexy, Mom!”

“You make me feel sexy, baby.” My free hand roamed over my body. “I never imagined anything like this.” Between each sentence my moans were becoming plaintive cries of longing. “I never thought you’d see me playing with my naked tits. Or that I’d spread my pussy for my own son. And I never could have believed I’d let you cum on my asshole.” I was almost there. “Oooooh, fuck! Yes…!”

“I’m getting close, Mom!” Gary warned, his voice strained. “Do you want me to cum on you?”

“Yes! Cum on your mother, baby. Shoot that sexy cock cream all over me!”

“I’m gonna cum on your tits, Mom! Right on your big fuckin’ tits!”

“No!” I barked out. “On my pussy! I want it on my pussy!”

What the fuck was I saying? I’d completely lost it. I shouldn’t let him do that, but the responsible part of my brain wasn’t in control – thank goodness.

“Cum on my cunt, sweetie! Cum right on Mommy’s horny fucking cunt!”

My son didn’t question my desperate pleas. He angled his cock down between my legs as I lifted myself up to present my pussy as an easy target. Was he as aware as I was that he was only inches from being inside me? One small thrust and he’d be able to penetrate me; to slam his cock deep into his mother’s loving cunt hole.

As soon as I felt the first spurt of cum hit my clit, all thinking stopped. Nothing remained but the animal awareness of sensual stimulus. More hot jism splashed against my pussy as I held it open as wide as I could without hurting myself. It was on my lips, in my pubic hair, at my opening, and trickling down my taint toward my asshole. My darling boy had done just what I wanted and coated my pussy with his sperm. My fingers immediately went back to work.

Gary’s orgasmic cries faded into mewling whimpers as I attacked my pussy with renewed vigor. His slimy ejaculate lubricated my entire pussy. The smell infused the air, intoxicating me beyond my already mounting delirium. The wet sound of my cum-soaked flesh being worked fast and hard intensified an already intense moment. My longing became a frantic need. Nothing in the world mattered except what was about to happen between my legs!

“Oh God, I can’t believe you just did that.” My body writhed, animated by the urgent need for release. “I can’t believe you just came all over your mother’s pussy.” I sucked my fingers, tasting the heady mixture of our sex juices. “You’re such a dirty boy. So fucking nasty. Shooting your cum all over Mommy’s horny cunt.”

I’d lost track of what was going on around me, but I assumed Gary was still kneeling between my legs watching with awed fascination as my hips gyrated with mounting passion, matching the increasingly ferocious pounding I was administering to my jizz-covered pussy. It was vulgar and shameless, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get off, and moreover I wanted my son to see me get off. It had been years since I’d been the object of true desire. In that moment I wasn’t a wife, or a mother, or an employee, but a sexual creature that was worthy of being the focus of an appalling brand of lust that was so irresistible that the threat of certain social condemnation couldn’t stop it.

“Watch Mommy cum! Mommy’s going to make her cunt cum so hard for you, baby!”

And I did. “Ahhhhh! Uh, uh, uh…ahhhhhhhh! Yes!”

My body went limp, my vision slowly cleared, my brain drifted back down to the real world. My fingers remained clenched deep inside my pussy. The heavy odor of young cum and mature cunt filled the air. I breathed it in. I saw that Gary was indeed still there between my legs, holding his cock, a dreamy look of astonishment lingering on his smooth face.

“I’m sorry, honey, did I let myself get too carried away?”

He swallowed hard and looked up at me, his eyes shining with admiration. “No way, Mom. That was the best ever. I just…I don’t know…” He shook his head in wonderment.

“You just…what?”

“I just can’t get over how horny and sexy you are.” He glanced back down at my swollen pussy when he heard the thick, sucking sound my fingers made when I pulled them out. He gave his cock a few strokes. “I mean, for all these years you were plain old mom. I never really thought of you as a woman. And even if I did, I would never have imagined you could be like this.”

“Are you disappointed with me?” I didn’t want to hear the answer if it wasn’t what I was hoping it was.

“Not even close.” He was unable to look me in the eye for more than a few seconds at a time as his gaze kept wandering down to my tits or my pussy. “I know things weren’t good between you and dad for a while, and I only just figured out that this also meant you weren’t getting what you wanted when it came to sex. I know what we’re doing isn’t normal, and I know it’s probably not what you planned, but I think it’s good we’re doing this together. I definitely like it, and it seems like it’s making you happy, too.”

“It does make me happy.” I stroked his bare thigh with my foot. “My marriage has fallen apart, I have a lousy job with no prospects, and we’re stuck in this dump of an apartment, but I’ve never been happier than I am right now with you.” I couldn’t help but notice how easy it was for me to be completely honest with him. “My handsome boy.”

“Mom? Is it okay if I cum on your pussy again?”

“So soon?” I laughed. I’d forgotten the prodigious sexual powers of the teen male. “Sure you can. It’s a bit slippery, but I’ll do my best to spread it open for you. But try to make it fast. I have to go wash myself off before any of your naughty sperms get somewhere we don’t want them going. The last thing we need is for you to be the daddy of your own brother or sister.”

“I’ll be quick,” he promised, apparently unconcerned about the risk of getting his mother pregnant.

I held my pussy open as I lovingly watched my son jerk off his virgin cock and once again shower my cunt with warm cum. So very happy…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chapter 10 >>

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

1 Comment

One thought on “Open Door Policy 7-9

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>