Pee Sting!

I’m not exactly why I’m so attracted to this pic, but I get a pleasant little chill whenever I look at it. I suppose it’s the juxtaposition of something I dearly love with something I’m deathly afraid of. I’m scared for this poor, vulnerable penis, and I have the urge to protect it, but at the same time there’s a sick desire to see what happens when the sting comes!
Have you ever tempted fate by putting your private parts in danger?

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 8

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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.”

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Chapter 9 >>

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My Brother’s Brothers

When my brother invited me to come meet some of his friends at his frat house, I had no idea what he had in mind. It seems he told all his frat brothers how he used to fuck his little sister, and about how much I love cock. I suppose he also told them about how getting gangbanged was always a fantasy of mine. He started by showing me around the house, introducing me to some of the guys, then taking me up to his room. My brother had me naked in no time at all. It had been so long since we fucked that I was super wet for him. As soon as he buried his big cock deep in my pussy, the door opened and three of his friends strolled in. I was scared at first, thinking we’d been caught, but when they started undressing I knew my brother had planned this all out. I sucked and fucked all of them at least three times each. I’ve never swallowed that much cum at one time in my life – I could feel it sloshing around in my stomach as they took turns pounding my little cunt. After his friends were done with me, I was dripping with cum from head to toe. My brother and I took a long, hot shower together, then spent the rest of the night making love, just the two of us. I’m going back to visit him again next weekend, and I told him to make a few more friends before I get there!

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Fappy Anniversary

Time for a little self reflection

Just the other day, an attentive reader pointed out that I signed up at Literotica one year ago on April 20th. I checked and my one year anniversary on Lush is coming up on May 1st. I was legitimately surprised that I’ve been playing in this filthy little sandbox of ours for a whole year already! I suppose this makes it a good time for a bit of reflection.

It’s funny to think back on those first days and how nervous I was. I’d been reading porn online for a while, and I had a nagging urge to add my voice to the already crowded chorus of perversion. I tried writing “conventional” erotic stories, but they weren’t very exciting and I never actually finished one. Then I decided to get personal, and write something more along the lines of what my secret fantasies were about: incest.

I told myself that the story would just be something for me, and wasn’t planning on sharing it. I was obviously lying to myself, but I didn’t really know it at the time. I decided to write a lesbian story, even though I had no personal experience with another woman. My main characters were two sisters, even though I didn’t have a sister. Yes, it was incest, but it wasn’t remotely like any of my actual fantasies I’d used over the years to pleasure myself. Nonetheless, when I sat down to write, the story just flowed out of me onto the page. I didn’t struggle like I had with the conventional stories I’d attempted, and I found myself getting horny as hell while writing, which was a new experience.

I banged out the first two-thirds of the story before I had to abandon the keyboard before I was overwhelmed with the need to put my fingers to better use. After I came, I knew I’d discovered something special. For the rest of the day and that night, all I could think about was my new story. It was alive in my head, and the scenes were as vivid as if I’d actually witnessed the events in real life. I woke up early the next morning, went straight to my computer and finished it before anyone else in my family got out of bed. That was “Secrets Between Sisters,” and I was hooked!

I agonized for a time over publishing the story, but I knew I had to. The other struggle I had was how much to reveal about myself online. I waffled between remaining absolutely anonymous and disclosing just enough about myself to give people a sense of who was behind the kinky story I’d created. I know that it can enhance the reading experience for me if I know something about the author, so I was leaning toward the latter option. The fear of revealing too much and being unmasked, however, still held me back. Ultimately, my aching desire to share my nasty little story pushed me past the fear and I leapt into the smut game with both feet (ready to jump out if things got too scary).

Well, here I am a year later and I’m just as keyed up to share my next story as I was my first. I’ve met a lot of really wonderful and supportive people along the way (yes, I’m talking to you), and I know that for every one that I’ve had contact with, there are a dozen more lurking in the shadows who are more comfortable remaining silent. I expected a certain amount of rejection and criticism for my incestuous inclinations, but I haven’t had a single person condemn my desires or inform me that I’m going to hell.

Even though I’ve kept all this a secret from my husband, it has had a profound impact on our sex life together. There are the more obvious changes (I’ve been horny pretty much 24/7 for the past year, and I’ve literally opened myself up to anal sex), but there are also more subtle effects as well. I feel a lot more comfortable with my body, nudity and sex in general, which has improved the intimacy between us (at least it has for me). I’m also much more accepting of my taboo fantasies than I ever was.

I’ve been masturbating to thoughts of my brother, father, and mother since I was a teenager. In my mind, they have fucked me in every conceivable way, and I’ve watched them do unspeakable things with each other. No matter how much I’ve enjoyed these fantasies over the years, they’ve always come with a certain measure of guilt and shame. I can’t say I don’t still have a little of both now and then, but for the most part I’ve embraced my dark secret and have given myself permission to derive pleasure from my twisted fantasies without undue self-recrimination. This has gone a long way to free up my spirit, and has actually allowed me to feel less restrained around my brother and parents.

One of the unexpected benefits of writing my blog is that I’ve found it’s a great place to find out what I think. I’ve addressed some issues that make me feel somewhat uncomfortable here, but forcing myself to sit down and articulate my feelings about a given topic has helped me define and clarify my thinking in a way I otherwise never would have. The blog has been an invaluable tool for me to explore myself and sometimes discover aspects of me that I might never have become consciously aware of as a dutifully “normal” mother and housewife.

What I usually look like when I’m writing

I’m extremely grateful for all the wonderful gifts I’ve gained from this experience. The thing is that none of this would be possible if it wasn’t for the small army of dedicated readers who make all the difference. If I wrote all these stories and tucked them away in a drawer, they wouldn’t mean half as much to me. What makes the whole process as gratifying as it is, is sharing my nasty vision with you. Knowing that people around the world are reading something that I created from the raunchy images in my mind and are getting off on it thrills me to no end. When someone writes to me and tells me they masturbated to one of my stories, it gives me a tingle in my clit every time. It blows my mind to think about all the cocks and pussies out there getting played with because of me!

Now, just to make sure you don’t think I’m a complete egomaniac, I’m perfectly aware that all those beautiful cocks and pussies would probably get played with whether I was around or not. But with the myriad of porn options out there to jerk off to or finger to, I find it a unique privilege that somebody would pick one of my little stories out of the vast porn-o-verse to masturbate over. I truly am honored by every load of cum that’s blasted, and every cunt made to quiver, as a consequence of reading my work. Maybe that sounds weird, but I mean it.

Okay, so, what’s next? The exciting thing is that I have no fucking idea! I never thought about getting this far, and so I’m not going to think too much of where I’m going next. I’m always under a time pressure (as most of you know), and I don’t get to spend nearly as much time as I’d like playing this naughty game, but I have no plans on giving it up any time soon. I’ll continue blogging, Tweeting, and writing stories for as long as I can get away with it. I have no intention of revealing my secret to my husband and risk spoiling the fun. So, it looks like it’ll be the status quo for the time being and I’ll just wait to see what cums!

Thanks again to everyone who spends time with me in one way or another. I want to send out a special thank you to the writers (veterans and first timers alike) who have allowed me to post their stories and who have added a depth to my humble blog that I couldn’t have achieved alone. I also want to acknowledge the folks who take the time and effort to leave comments on posts and stories. I know the blog software I use doesn’t make it easy to be social, but your participation makes it feel like we’re more of a family (and we all know what it means when I start talking about family!). Although I’m not always able to respond in a timely fashion, I want to send a big shout out to everyone who e-mails me to share their own secrets, give me encouragement and feedback, or just say hi. And, finally, thanks to the lurkers out there hiding in the dark with only one hand on the keyboard. Just knowing you’re there makes a difference, and if you ever decide to step out into the light I’ll love you all the more for it!

Okay, sorry for the interruption to the steady flow of filth you normally cum here for. I’m going to try to do a suitably vulgar image caption for tomorrow to get us back on track.

Big hugz, my darling pervs!
-Rachael

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 7

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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!”

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Chapter 8 >>

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