Into the Deep End

I finished changing into my swim trunks and headed for Aunt Judy’s new pool. When I turned the corner I stopped in my tracks. There my aunt was, on the floor blocking the sliding door, naked with her legs pulled up and practically behind her head. I couldn’t move. Should I look away? Run away? Was I seeing something I wasn’t supposed to? Did she forget I was there? What the fuck was going on? Was that really her naked, clean-shaved pussy I was staring straight at?

“Hey, Charlie,” she said in a totally chill voice. “What d’ya think? Is your old auntie as sexy as you thought?”

“I…uh…yeah…but…” I felt my cock standing up in my trunks. The way her eyes went there let me know it was too late to bother trying to hide my boner. And, what would be the point? She sure as hell wasn’t hiding anything.

“No need to be shy, sweetie. I’ve seen how you’ve been checking me out in my bikini all week. The new pool has really turned out to be an exciting addition, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah…” I got distracted by her tits. I’d been trying to picture what her nipples were like ever since I first came over to try out the pool, and came back every day since. Now there they were on display. “I guess so…”

“It has been for me.” She looked down at her own nakedness as if to confirm the truth of what she was saying. “You may not have noticed, but I’ve been checking you out, too. Do you even realize that when you come out of the water that your swimsuit clings to your cock so I can see what it looks like.” She flexed her pussy and some of her juices leaked out and ran down over her exposed asshole. “And I can see how big it is.” Her eyes dropped back down to my hard-on. “Well, I should say how big it could be.” She licked her lips.

“Okay…wow…what, ah…” I had to look around to see if I was being set up for something.

“Your uncle went out. He’ll be gone for at least an hour. Will that be enough time?”

“Time…for what?”

“For you to lose your virginity? That is, if you want. You do like women, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah – a lot! But…”

“But nothing, young man. Pull off those trunks and get down here with me.”

I was following her orders before I even thought about how this was my mother’s sister. All I knew is the sexiest woman in my world was there in front of me naked, legs spread, and wet as anything, telling me I could fuck her. It didn’t matter who she was at that point, my cock needed to be in that pussy!

I got down on top of her, too nervous to say anything. Was this really going to happen?

“Now find my hole with that big cock of yours…no…almost…up…a little more…there…right there, feel it? Now just push…nice and slow…all the way…keep going…deep as you can…ahh, yes…”

“This feels amazing…” was all I could whimper as I pressed myself into my aunt’s incredibly warm, wet, soft pussy. “I’m not a virgin anymore…” God, what a dumb thing to say!“You’re only halfway there, stud. You’re in, but you still need to do some fucking before it’s official.” My aunt smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek. “So…go ahead and fuck me,” she demanded in a raspy whisper.

I’d seen it done in movies, and I’d humped my pillow often enough, but I wasn’t really sure how it was supposed to work with a real woman. I moved so my dick went in and out, and tried to put a wiggle into it thinking that would feel good for her. I was about to thrust into her for the third time when that familiar feeling began to tingle. Only it wasn’t the same familiar feeling – it was about ten times more intense! And there was no holding back.

“I’m gonna c-uh-uh-uhhhh-mmmm,” I tried to warn her but it was happening before I could finish. My whole body spasmed and I could feel the cum pumping up and out of my cock. It was pumping straight into a real live pussy. Was she going to be mad at me? Was I supposed to do that?

“Oh, yes…come inside me…fill my cunt…shoot it in me!” Instead of being mad or disappointed my aunt was thrashing around, her head going from side to side, her legs clamping around me and the heels of her hooker shoes dug into my ass as she pulled me into her. It felt like I came twice as much as I do when I’m beating off by myself. I thought I wouldn’t ever stop.

“I’m cumming,” I repeated pathetically, and gave a few more thrusts into her.

“Oh, yes, fuck my ever loving cunt, baby!” She then began to rock her hips really fast under me. I held still and let her fuck my cock like crazy until seconds later she was screaming and thrashing again. Was she getting orgasms from fucking my dick? Maybe. I didn’t move and let her finish.

She was breathing harder than me when it all quieted down. I definitely wasn’t a virgin anymore. If mom ever found out I’d be dead. I just fucked her younger sister. Sure, it was her idea, but I didn’t say no. I was in so much trouble, but I almost didn’t care.

“That was amazing,” she said as her entire body went limp. “I can’t remember the last time I was fucked like that.” I didn’t really feel like I did all that much, but as long as she was happy. My aunt tightened her pussy muscles and pushed my slickened cock out of her, making a slurpy noise down there as she did. “It was quick, but that’s not surprising for your first time.” She reached up and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Next time you’ll last a little longer.”

Next time? With her, or did she mean the next time I was with some other girl? I didn’t want to sound lame and ask. Instead I looked down between us. All kinds of stuff was leaking out her pussy now. My cum, her cum, her pussy juices, and whatever else there was. It was making a big wet spot on the carpet, but she didn’t seem to care. My mom would have been freaking out over the mess.

“Now why don’t you go jump in the pool.” Aunt Judy pulled me down and kissed me. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was the first one with tongue. “I’ll clean up and be right out to join you.”

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Masturbation Schedule

Sorry about this, but yet another post about my masturbation habits.  Hopefully it’s not getting too boring for all of you.

Yeah, so things have changed a lot with the move.  I didn’t realize how much until a reader sent an email asking about when I usually pleasure myself these days.  Back home I had a few restrictions on when I could enjoy a bit of solo play time, but here the options are much more limited. 

First of all, we don’t have a car.  Getting around the city has been no big deal – awesome public transit systems here – but the problem is that I no longer have those precious few minutes alone in the car after dropping the girls off at school, or driving home from the grocery story, to diddle myself.  It’s something I would only do, maybe, once or twice a month, and I just took these little moments of self -indulgence for granted.  I do frequently get the urge to touch myself while on the subway, but that’s not usually a practical option.  Maybe I have a transportation fetish of some kind…?

During the days when the girls are in school and hubby is at work, I’m free to be as naked and as pervy as I want with myself.  These days are the best, and as much as I love my family, I also love when they’re gone and I can let it all hang out.  Though uncommon, I have spent the better part of such days doing all sorts of naughty things with myself.  It brings me back to when I was a teen and I was on my own in the house knowing no one would be home for a while.  Such a feeling of freedom walking around nude and sticking whatever catches my eye into my perpetually wet pussy.  Yes, I fucked just about every candle my mom ever bought back in those days.

When school is out, or hubby is “working” from home, things are more difficult.  I’ve found that I usually retreat to the locked-door safety of the bathroom.  Yes, the old standby.  It works well when I’m primed (i.e. horny) and can rub one out quickly.  The problem is that the toilet is not all that “romantic” and so it can take me a while to get there if I’m starting from zero.  Just as I’m building toward something, reaching the climax of my fantasy, that’s inevitably when the knock on the door comes with one of my girls letting me know she wants to show me something, or asking what’s taking so long, or (usually) tattling on her sister.  These interruptions are often a show stopper.

This problem is usually avoided if I masturbate while I’m showering (alone).  The shower gives me a built-in excuse for what’s taking so long.  The issue is that it’s not always the most comfortable way to get myself off.  The shower head can be effective, but it’s more the standing position that bothers me (remember, no tubs here).  I’m always paranoid that I’m going to slip and whack my head, then my family will find me unconscious and naked with half my hand crammed up my pussy.

I also worry about my orgasm.  If it’s too intense my knees are going to go all wobbly and I might end up falling over and hurting myself.  Maybe silly, I know, but these are the thoughts that keep me from really letting loose in the shower.  On the plus side, it makes it super easy to slip a soapy finger in my asshole while I’m playing with my pussy – no need to worry about finding the lube or cleaning up afterward.

Of course, I’m able to masturbate with hubby just about whenever I want.  Not the same as going at it solo, but still a different kind of fun – not better or worse, just different.  We’ve been doing the mutual masturbation thing a lot more lately than we did at home, and I didn’t consider why until I began thinking about this topic.  I guess I’m making up for my lessened ability to self-pleasure by resorting to shared pleasure.  We watch each other beat off at least once or twice a week now.  He loves staring between my legs as I play with myself, and I adore watching him stroke his hard cock as he gazes worhipfully at my cunt. And I love the feeling of his warm cum splattering on my bare skin (be it my tummy, tits, pussy, face, or ass).

Otherwise, I will sneak in a quickie whenever the chance presents itself.  Hubby took the girls to the playground across the street the other day and as soon as they were out the door I found myself humping the arm of the sofa.  I was all charged up after doing some writing earlier that day, and was dying for an orgasm.  It took me less than a minute to get myself off and it felt amazing, though I was slightly disappointed that I came so fast.

The other disappointment is not having access to my toy collection.  As I mentioned in an earlier post, I was afraid to pack all my vibrating “marital aids” and bring them through customs.  I assumed it would be easier than it is to buy new ones here.  Yes, I have been getting by with substitutes, but it’s not the same.  I guess there’s something about using a purpose made fuck toy as opposed to an improvised orgasmic device (I.O.D. in military parlance) that makes the experience more of a turn on.  The local cock cucumbers and ass carrots are workable options, but not as sexy as my life-like rubber cock, double-dildo, or assortment of anatomically designed butt plugs.

I suppose at the end of the day I don’t have anything to bitch about.  I’m still able to get myself off at least once or twice a day (if not more).  It might not be as easy as it was back home, but maybe the challenge only makes it more of a thrill when I do manage to get away with it.  I do sometimes fantasize about how nice it would be to just be able to drop my pants in the middle of the living room, with my family all around doing homework or watching TV, pull my panties down, and start openly fingering myself without a care in the world.  But, at the same time, there’s something to be said about keeping masturbation a furtive, private act done in hiding infused with the fear of being caught.  Yeah…that’s how it needs to be, and it’s what makes the fantasy so much more exciting.

Do you have a set wanking schedule, or is it more of an opportunistic, jack-it-as-you-can situation?

Bad Sex?

Someone who wrote to me recently asked if I’d had any good sex lately. Of course, I had – but it got me thinking. Had I ever had any “bad” sex? Is there really any such thing as bad (consensual) sex? I suppose there must be, but I can’t say I’ve ever had anything I would class as actual bad sex.

I’m sure the sex I had with my high school boyfriend wasn’t particularly good by objective standards, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I chalk all that awkward, fumbling, toothy stuff up to the sexual learning curve and treat it as practice before the “big game.” As clumsy and embarrassing as some of those sexual experiences were, I had nothing but fun at the time. If you asked me back then, I was a sexy sex goddess who thought she knew way more than I did at the time. But, while it wasn’t expert-level sex by any means, I never felt that it was bad.

During my couple of college romances, I had sex that didn’t result in an orgasm for me. This could have been because my partner wasn’t all that practiced with his pussy-fu, or more often than not an attempt to get it on while one of us (usually him) was too wasted to get me where I needed to go. While frustrating, I can’t say it was all bad. Even though the journey didn’t get me where I wanted to be, it was still a fun ride. And I was never upset that I had to sneak out of bed to finish myself off. In fact, there were some times when I enjoyed that more than the sex itself!

When I started having sex with the man who would become my one and only, he pretty much rang my bell right out of the gate. He knew just how to take care of me and I haven’t had anything close to bad sex since then. He has, on occasion, “forced” me to have sex while I was sick. Despite my protests, it always ended up being better than expected. And I can’t use the “Not tonight, honey, I have a headache” excuse because he’s learned that fucking me usually results in curing my headache. There have been nights where we’re horny but too tired to do it (especially when the girls were babies), but the fact that we are both content to masturbate together and call it a night has proven to be a perfect solution for that.

So, yeah, I’ve had some good sex lately. But only because all my sex is good in one way or another. Even if I haven’t had sex with hubby in a while, I’ve had good sex with myself – probably within the past few hours. I did worry when I started writing porn that masturbating too much would spoil my sex life – and perhaps result in some bad, or at least unsatisfying sex, but that hasn’t been the case. Masturbating one, or two, or often three times a day hasn’t diminished my sex drive – and I could probably make the argument that it may have increased it. Fingers are fine, but sometimes you just need a hard cock in there to feel truly satisfied.

That’s me. How about you? Is anyone out there having bad sex?

Evolution of a Perverted Woman

I’ve been thinking about my early sexual experiences (or lack thereof) and my first family fantasies. I’ve been able to make a few interesting possible connections between those and my current perversity. I thought you might be curious about the results of my self-exploration.

As I’ve said here before, my taboo fantasies began with dirty thoughts about my brother (starting when I was about 15). It began with thoughts of seeing him naked, and him seeing me. I then zeroed in on seeing his penis naked – which before that was just a vague “thing” that was “down there.” I was woefully undereducated about sex when I began having these fantasies, so how I envisioned things was extremely naïve and, frankly, childish.

I was ashamed and embarrassed by these fantasies, knowing that they were wrong. I would try to force myself to think about other boys when masturbating. It would work most of the time, but about once a week I’d fall into fantasizing about my brother. It was those days (or nights) that I always seemed to orgasm quicker (and better). After a while, I gave up and just let myself fantasize about whatever was making me horny at the time. This gave me the freedom to think about all kinds of scenarios with my brother. Me catching him playing with himself. Him walking in on me getting out of the shower. Me spying on him with his girlfriend. Him rescuing me after I went skinny dipping and someone stole all my clothes left on shore.

So, yeah, nudity was a big feature. Kissing was my idea of major sexual expression, so that was often a centerpiece of my fantasies. Then, as I grew and bit-by-bit learned about the realities of life, things became more sexual. It was a lot about seeing my brother’s cock getting hard. I was fascinated with the concept of a penis going from small to big, and from soft to hard. I often wished that boys in school didn’t try to hide it when they had a boner. I’d have loved to have seen them walking around with big bulges in their pants! (Yes, I was an inveterate crotch watcher – then and now.) It was also so different than the more subtle changes a woman’s body goes through when sexually aroused. Sure, there are signs, but nothing as conspicuous as a big ol’ hard-on!

It wasn’t right away, but eventually my Dad began to infiltrate my fantasies. It started as him catching me doing something naughty. Sometimes by myself, but often doing naked stuff with my brother. He’d be angry and he would scold me for being a dirty slut. The definition of a slut for me back then was a girl who liked sex (either with boys or alone). It was weird, but I would often make myself cum to fantasies of my father yelling at me. In my mind, I was always naked as he did this, and his language was very graphic. “I come home after a hard day at work and find my daughter playing with her pussy and acting like a slut!” Or, “This is how you spend your day? Walking around naked in front of your brother showing off your ass and tits? I bet if I didn’t interrupt you’d be in here spreading your legs and letting him see your twat!” (Only later would he begin liberally using the word “cunt” with me.)

This either confirms that I was wired to get turned on my dirty talk from the beginning, or that my fetish for hearing dirty talk springs from these types of fantasies. Anyway, it wasn’t long before the fantasy evolved to Dad catching me and yelling, to him catching me and joining in. He would pull out his cock, say something like, “If you like being a slut, then you’ll like this.” Then he’d stroke his cock, making it hard while I watched, and he’d make me go on playing with myself while he watched and stroked himself. Funny thing is, it actually took me a while to add in the cum. I thought guys had orgasms like girls did – where nothing comes out. I thought they could control their sperm like they do with their pee. Orgasm and cumming were two separate biological functions in my dumb little head for a time.

Bringing Dad into the sexual mix brought on a new round of guilt and shame. About once a month I’d vow never to masturbate again. I was a disgusting slut and had to stop being a degenerate pervert. Why was I the only one in my whole school like that? No one else ever said anything about masturbating, except when a boy would occasionally call someone a “jerk off.” I was a not only a freak for touching myself all the time, but I was a super freak for thinking about my family that way!

The guilt and shame, however, weren’t enough to overpower my filthy urges. I could manage to go 3 or 4 days without touching myself, but then I’d give in. I know girls are supposed to be able to resist temptation easier than boys, but not this girl. I’d be up late into the night thinking naughty thoughts, trying not to, and convince myself that if I just press against my pussy I could make that insistent ache go away. Of course, the pressing just made it worse. But if I just rubbed it a few times, and stopped thinking about penises, then it would okay and I could fall asleep. Next thing I knew I was kicking off my bed sheets, pulling down my PJs and panties, spreading my legs wide, and ravaging my little pussy to thoughts of hard cocks coming at me from all over the place.

At this stage I wasn’t fantasizing about fucking. That was for if you wanted to make a baby. My fantasies then revolved around masturbating. It was the only sexual experience I had, so that’s what dominated my fantasies. It was mostly guys jacking off and me diddling myself (and some occasional kissing if the situation warranted). When I was feeling especially horny, it would go so far as me touching the penis in question, and stroking it off to a dry orgasm.

This, I suspect, is the main source of my masturbation fetish. I spent so much of my early sexual life focused almost exclusively on masturbation – both my own and that of others – that masturbation has become the foundation of sex for me…and a never-ending source of fantastic pleasure. Masturbation orgasms still feel like a kind of magic to me – no matter how many times I do it!

Obviously, the next player to appear was my mother. She was a pretty woman, with a good figure (for a mom), and fairly big boobs. She was not, by my way of thinking, sexy. She didn’t wear tight clothes, never showed any cleavage, no short skirts, and never spoke in any kind of a provocative way. She was affectionate with my father, but not so much in a physical way (at least not around the kids). My mom came across to me as very anti-sex. The Talk she gave me was mainly about all the bad things that could happen when you had sex. And letting people see you nude was a huge no-no (bordering on a mortal sin).

I guess this is where my fantasies of nudity came from. The strict ban on nakedness in my house was similar to the negative portrayal of sex, and so I conflated the two. Nudity became inherently sexual to me, and thus very arousing. Maybe that’s why I’m addicted to looking at naked people on my computer whenever I get the chance!

It took some time, but Mom did work her way into my sexual fantasies. Much like Dad, she began as an angry foil, catching me in the act and lecturing. It wasn’t as big of a turn on for some reason as Dad catching me and pulling out his cock. She soon ended up taking a softer role – that of the understanding teacher. As I’ve mentioned before, one of my major fantasies of that era revolved around my mom teaching my brother about sex. She would call me into the room where they were having a lesson and she would instruct my brother how to please a woman while he used me to practice on. Mom would tell him to undress me, kiss my nipples, touch my pussy, and gently rub his cock on me to get it hard. She would give him explicit instructions about putting his cock in my mouth and fingering my pussy. I carried on developing this fantasy well into my college years. By then it ended with my mom telling my brother to fuck me. While she urged him on with encouragements, she would become so turned on that my mom would strip and masturbate while she watched us fucking.

My other primary scenario during this time was being caught spying on my parents having sex. Instead of being mad, Mom would invite me into their bedroom to watch. She and Dad would strip off my clothes so I’d be naked like they were. She’d then invite me to get a close look at Dad’s cock and her pussy. I was more interested in cock at that period, but the idea of my mom acting like a slut and opening her legs in front of me was a big turn on. They would then proceed to have sex. It was usually Mom who would tell me it was okay if I wanted to play with myself while I watched. Dad would often compliment my tits and pussy – looking at me with a leering smile while he fucked Mom. They’d tell me to get a close look, and I would get in there with my face only a few inches from where Dad’s big cock was plunging into Mom’s wet cunt hole. I got off so hard on that image! Not just the raw sex aspect of it, but about me being there and being a part of it. Of seeing the adult mystery of sex playing out right in my face.

As far as wanting to see my Mom and Dad fuck, it was a simple matter of them being the only two people close to me that I knew (or at least believed) were having sex. I always felt weird when other people would act all grossed out at the thought of their parents “doing it.” I was very intrigued by the thought, and so there must have been something wrong with me – right? I started off with a very “clinical” understanding of what sex was and how it all went down. When I got the facts of life, I assumed sex was just for making babies. And since you both had to be naked (ew – naked in front of a boy) then I imagined sex took place in the bathroom. That’s the place in the house where you usually get naked to take a bath or shower, so naturally that’s where you’d get naked to make a baby. I also pictured it as a standing up procedure.

It wasn’t until later that my concept of what sex had matured enough over time to where I figured out it was a bedroom activity and could be done just for fun. Having my first real orgasms went a long way toward understanding what the fun part could be. As I mentioned, before that I thought it was all about the kissing. Once my ideas about sex became more sophisticated, I was both very interested in being a part of it but afraid to be the one doing the sex. I think this is why I resorted to more voyeuristic fantasies. I was very often playing the role of voyeur – picturing myself watching and playing with myself as I actually played with myself. This kind of reality/fantasy parallel really seemed to work for me then (and to a great degree, now).

The unfortunate part is that although I fantasized about spying on my parents having sex, I never had the guts to try this for real. I suspect at the very least I could have listened at their door and overheard them getting frisky. I was too afraid of getting caught (by them, or by my brother), and I couldn’t stand the levels of humiliation this would bring about. I wish I’d been braver, and was able to realize that a little humiliation was worth the risk. I often wonder if I had simply asked my brother back then, that he would have jerked off for me while I watched. If I’d thought of that back then, I’d probably be too scared that he’d ask to see me naked.

So, returning to my parents. To me, back then, it was all about the woman “letting” the man put his dick in her pussy. That element of it felt really dirty to me – like the woman was giving in to something she shouldn’t do. The idea that my proper, uptight mom would do something so nasty was a big turn on for me. Again, when I didn’t understand sex, I thought sex involved the man putting the penis into the woman’s vagina, then releasing his sperm (like the way he would pee), then it was done. When I learned that there was in-and-out humping involved to make the sperm come out, this really upped the excitement.

I got more involved with my parents sexually in my fantasy as I got older and became more knowledgeable. At first it was spreading my pussy open to help get Dad hard. Then it was sitting on my father’s face (at my mother’s insistence). Mom would also offer to let me play with and suck my father’s cock. Back then I didn’t do any lesbian stuff in my fantasy, but (like in my brother/mom fantasies) I did often think about seeing her masturbate as she watched me play with Daddy’s dick. It probably wasn’t until late in college that I started imagining mom eating me out (while Dad watched and jacked off). Ultimately, this fantasy climaxed with Dad fucking me. And, somewhere along the way, my brother would get caught spying on the three of us. Mom would invite him to join in. From there, several variations came about. My brother would fuck Mom while me and Dad fucked next to them. Mom would tell Dad to fuck me from behind while I sucked off my brother. Or, she’d fuck and suck them both while I watched and finger fucked myself. Then, of course, my brother would fuck me as they fucked next to us. Yeah, most combinations were explored as I let my imagination run free. I eventually became secure enough in my taboo perversity to imagine Mom and I doing a messy 69, and also watching my Dad and brother sucking each other off. The gay stuff did put me off, but for some reason I couldn’t help thinking about it. I suppose it was about the dirtiest, most transgressive, thing I could imagine at the time, so there was a certain nasty appeal to it.

My fantasies back then never involved any butt stuff, although they sure as do now. It’s still true that when I entertain these masturbation fantasies today, in my mind they still take place back in the day – when I was an innocent teen, my parents were young and vibrant, and my brother a hormonal fuck beast. I do have a few contemporary fantasies about my brother as we are now. The most recent being us doing a Skype call, with me being here overseas, and somehow our conversation becomes flirty to the point where I confess my teen crush on him. One thing leads to another and we’re soon naked and masturbating for each other – both trying to be quiet because our spouses are home and could walk in any second! Again, the whole getting caught element – I guess my kinks will never change…

Well, those are some of my sexual origin stories. When I lay it all out in writing it becomes very clear where most of my sexual proclivities came from. Mysteries solved. I often say that writing porn has been a form of therapy for me – and here’s further proof of it. Unveiling the roots of my perversions goes a long way to helping me understand who I am and why I think the deviant things I do. Instead of adding to the guilt and shame, it goes a long way toward alleviating it. More so, it gives me permission to forgive myself and accept my dirty little thoughts as natural, and even to a certain extent as normal. Instead of judging my nasty thoughts based on an outside set of standards, I can simply take them as they are and enjoy the intense pleasure they bring to me in the privacy of my own mind…oh, and here in the open with you at my debaucherous blog.

Maybe you can give it a try! You might surprise yourself with what you discover…

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Open Door Policy 35

Open Door Policy 35
by DirtyMindedMom

I sat at our little dining table, which was tucked in the space between our kitchen and the door to the apartment. I sipped my coffee slowly, naked under my robe, waiting for Vera to join me. She was usually the first one up in the morning, but the kids had already all gone to school and she was only beginning to stir. I suspected I knew why she was up so late based on what I’d heard last night through the wall between my bedroom and hers.

Vera finally shuffled in to our tiny kitchenette and went straight to the coffee pot. Her hair was a tangled mess, and she had on nothing but a pair of gym shorts – a pair of her daughter’s judging from how tight they were. Her big tits were sagging free and bare. I had to admit, it was a beautiful sight first thing in the morning. I stared at her boobs swaying gently as she poured herself a cup and pulled down the package of Oreo’s from the top shelf of one of the cabinets.

She sat down and smiled weakly at me as she noticed where my attention was centered. Vera tossed her hair back over her shoulder to make sure I had an unobstructed view of her broad, dark nipples. She was such a thoughtful friend.

“I never realized how amazing tits could be until you came into my life,” I said unexpectedly. I forced my gaze up to my friend’s face. “Sorry. But if you’re going to walk around like that then I can’t be held responsible for what I say…or do…” I reached out and tweaked one of her nipples. She didn’t shy away at all, which gave me a warm feeling all over. Yes, my corruption of this otherwise decent lady was complete, but maybe it wasn’t as bad of a thing as I’d convinced myself it was.

“It okay,” she said with a hint of a sigh. “I like how you look on me. It make me feel good when you do.” There was a sadness in her voice that couldn’t be missed.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, putting my hand on hers, not knowing if I wanted to hear the answer.

She paused for a long few seconds, searching for the words. “Yes. Many things wrong.”

Could she be feeling guilty about what happened with the boys last week? Or what we did with Valerie a few days back? Everything had seemed pretty normal lately. No one had said anything about either incident one way or the other. There was some occasional awkwardness here and there, but it was usually cleared up with a knowing smile or a friendly nudge. Gary and I had masturbated together a few times in the privacy of our room, and I had shared the bathroom with Val yesterday while she was showering, but nothing out of the ordinary had gone on as far as I knew.

“I stay up late last night to watch the TV.” Vera looked around as if seeking a way to escape. I squeezed her hand to let her know it was okay. “When I go to my room, I see Cris and Valencia…”

I had feeling I knew what was coming. “And they weren’t asleep?”

Vera looked down and slowly shook her head. “They both awake. The two of them both naked.” She tried to look me in the eyes, but failed and kept her head bowed. “They both doing sex together.”

“Playing with themselves?” I offered.

“No. They do the real sex.” It was clear Vera was holding back tears. “My son was lie down. My Valencia on top of him. She bounce up and down with his penis into her pussy. They fuck.”

“Oh. Well…she did say that’s what she wanted,” I said not knowing if that would make things better or worse. “And you told her that’s what you wanted also…”

Vera nodded slightly, reaching for a napkin to dab her increasingly wet eyes.

“I know, I know. But only was talk. To see that…to see it be real…” Despite her distress, I couldn’t help but notice how her nipples stiffened as she recalled what she’d seen last night.

“But that’s not all,” I prompted, knowing there was more.

“They look scared for me to catch them doing the fuck. They stop move and just wait to find out if I angry.” She took a deep breath, causing those magnificent breasts to rise and fall invitingly. “But I not angry. I think about what it is you do if you see this happen. I put down my pants and say to them to keep doing. They look to each other, no sure what to do. So next I pull down my underwears and touch my pussy with my fingers. I say again to them to go and keep to do the fuck.”

I didn’t know if she was trying to thank me or blame me for this. Either way I could feel myself getting wet. I tried to allow her tell the story at her own pace, but I was afraid she’d let it end there. “Then what happened?”

“Then…Valencia lean back so I see how her brother cock going inside her. She bounce on him again. I see my son penis go in and out from my daughter cunt. It…it…”

Her sob came out of nowhere and startled me. What was going on with her? Here she was describing a fantasy come true, and so what was with the crying? She choked back a second sob, dried her eyes again, and shook her head as if to clear it. She looked up at me and gave a tight-lipped smile.

“It was beautiful. The most sexy thing I see in my life. They both love each other from when they was little, and now they grow up and love with the sex. It make me so horny. But so wrong. So very wrong.” She put her hands together as if in prayer. Her lips moved with silent words, then she dropped her hands in exasperation. “God no listen to me now. What do I think…”

“But there was more,” I said, knowing this was the truth but feeling a bit bad about forcing the story out of her in spite of the pain she was going through.

She got a far off look of remembrance, and nodded again. “I fall down on my knees and rub my pussy and watch my children fuck. I love them, and know they do bad, but I no tell them stop. I say to them keep going and go harder. Valencia fuck him faster and say to me how it feel good to her…how her brother big cock feel so good in her pussy. I want to feel him in my cunt too, but I only watch and touch my pussy.”

I squirmed in my seat wanting to do exactly that – touch my throbbing clit and sopping pussy.

“I go crazy with the lust. I no care about anything. My Cris no wear a condom for to fuck with his sister, but I don’t care. You and you son in the next room, and I don’t care. I take off my shirt so I am naked with them. I lean down and kiss my son on his lips. He kiss me back with his tongue. I should stop, but I no do that.”

She was rolling a thick nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she spoke. I don’t think she even realized she was doing it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tucked a hand into my robe and sought out my spot. Oh, that felt good.

Vera continued, her voice becoming huskier as she went on. “After we stop the kiss, I put my tits to hang down in his face. I put one on his mouth. I make him suck my nipple. It feel nice, but better because he my son, you know?”

“Yes, of course I know,” I rushed to assure her that I understood what that had been like. There’s the physical sensation, which is great, but then there’s the kicker of that psychological sensation of doing something clearly so forbidden yet so satisfying.

“Cris suck on both my nipple, and while sister fuck his cock. It make me go wild in my head. I get up, and with no ask him, I get over on his face. I spread my lips open to him for to see. I no force him, but he move his head up and lick me there. That what I want him to do, and he do more. He suck my clit and lick my pussy. He put tongue in my hole and I fuck his face like the way the whore slut do.”

Vera paused, noticing that my arm was moving in a way that told her what I was up to inside my robe. She just smiled, leaned back, and slipped a hand down the front of her shorts. She was obviously already wet herself as two fingers were slipped effortlessly into that hole she was talking about her son’s tongue being in. I followed her lead, leaned back, opened my robe, and spread my legs. We’d been here before, but never quite like this.

“So, you’re fucking your son’s face…” I pressed.

“Yes. He lick and suck me everywhere down there. And I also see his cock fuck in my daughter pussy. And she also see her mama get her pussy lick by her brother. Valencia look at me real happy and nod her head to say she like it and it good. And I think that it good because I’m wild and no think straight. My daughter and me kiss and touch the other one boobs and we fuck ourself on Cris.”

Vera became suddenly frustrated with the limits on her hand movement and yanked her shorts to the side. With her hand free, she began masturbating herself furiously, pounding two fingers into her cunt hole making a loud, wet slapping noise. I added to the lewd symphony with my own sounds as I rubbed fast circles around my stiff clit with all four fingers, leaving my own hole to give off a rhythmic squelching sound. If someone had walked in right then they’d be treated to one hell of a show!

“Then Valencia tell me about that she going to cum. Her face look so beautiful and so happy. I say to her that I going to cum, too. We kiss again and she gets the orgasm. Her face and chest get all red and her body shake everywhere. This make me so happy that I start to have the cum. Cris suck my clit the way no man do before, and I cum on his face like crazy woman possessed by devil.”

“Ah, so that must be what I heard last night,” I teased as I spread my pussy lips wide for her to see how hot her story was making me. In response, she pulled the flesh of her hood back, brandishing her hugely engorged clit for my benefit. I wanted to go to my knees in front of her right then and suck that thing, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing just as I was about to climax.

“I try to be quiet, but I had to make the noise. It was best orgasm I have in my life.” She tugged on her fat clit thinking about it. “My son suck my cunt and make me have orgasm. It no seem real. But then he going to cum. Valencia get off and grab his cock. She put her mouth on her brother penis and he cum in her mouth.”

Vera gasped at this last part and shoved three fingers into her hole and began roughly fucking herself.

“He cum all the sperms into his sister mouth, then she come to me. My daughter kiss me and when I open my lips to her she let her brother sperms go into my mouth. I want to move away and say no, but I no can do. I take it in my mouth. I let it fall on my tongue. I swallow it down my throat. It taste so good to me. Better than any man sperms. It come from my son penis, and I love it. I swallow and put my tongue into my daughter mouth to get more of the taste.

Vera couldn’t talk at that point. She hunched over in her chair, her hand a blur between her legs, her face screwed up in an expression of sublime suffering. “My babies fuck,” she groaned, never letting up the assault on her clit and hole. “I see them fuck. I play with pussy and watch them fuck. Such bad mother. I like to see my daughter and my son fuck. It make me feel so good in my cunt. I cum so good!”

She was getting loud enough that a neighbor in the hallway outside to door would be able to hear her, but I was too far gone to care. I was so close to coming myself that I didn’t know if I’d be able to keep quiet myself. “Yes! You came on your son’s face! You watched your kids fuck and loved it! I heard you. I heard you cum! Your son ate your pussy and made you cum, Vera! It’s bad. It is. We’re both so fucking bad! But…but we love it! They love it!” My arm was burning as I frigged myself like a mad woman. “Oh, fuck! There’s nothing like it!”

Vera’s body snapped back and her legs stiffen. She lifted her ass up off the chair and thrust her crotch toward me in a brazen display of raw sexuality. She smacked her clit with several sharp slaps before letting out an animal growl and grabbing on to all her pussy meat in a tight fist then let it free. Her face went slack, her eyes became unfocused, and her growl became a wailing moan. “I love it! I love it all! Fuuuuck!”

She humped the air involuntarily as she came. For me, it was all I could do not to slide off my chair as my body convulsed with orgasm. We were both lost in our own worlds of pleasure for an impossibly long stretch. Once our bodies had settled, there was just the sound of heavy panting coming from the two of us. Usually after I make myself cum I’m done for a while, but I already wanted more. I let my fingers drift over my sensitive lips, barely daring to come in contact with my buzzing clit.

Vera was slumped in her chair, head to the side, one hand lightly stroking at the tip of a tit. I had the sense that she wasn’t done yet either. I left her alone with her thoughts of the sins she’d committed the night before with her children. I pitied her the pain, but reveled in her pleasure. She had irrevocably stepped over the line. It was only a matter of time before she fucked her son. This thought brought me up short.

It should have only been a matter of time before I fucked my own son. Why had I been holding back? It almost seemed ridiculous that I hadn’t. We’d masturbated together. He’d eaten my pussy and ass. I’d sucked his cock on many occasions. Swallowed his cum. I couldn’t remember why I’d drawn the line at him putting his beautiful penis in my very willing pussy. I might have begun as a way to deny we were having actual sex. I could tell myself that at least I wasn’t fucking my own son. As if that was a meaningful distinction at this point. I always had the sense that us fucking was inevitable, but I was somehow able to think it was still something off in the future. I slowly dipped a finger into my pussy as I let these thoughts drift through my mind.

But my finger wasn’t enough. All my fingers wouldn’t be enough. The cock of the man from my one night stand hadn’t been enough. As good as it was, even Cris’ cock wasn’t enough. I needed something more. Not something bigger, but more. I needed my son’s cock.

It was time. I needed to fuck my boy.

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