Open Door Policy, Ch. 3

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 3
by DirtyMindedMom

I stepped out of the shower and began drying off. I was running late for work again, but for some reason I wasn’t as stressed out about it as I should have been. I’d get there when I got there. There was a light knock at the half-opened bathroom door.

“Mom?”

“What is it?”

The door slowly opened the rest of the way to reveal my son Gary standing there looking a bit sheepish. My first instinct was to cover myself, but I managed to resist, instead leaving my tits and pussy on display as my boy looked me over. He ineffectively attempted to disguise his quick survey of my naked body.

“Um…I need ten dollars for the field trip, and you have to sign my permission slip.”

“As you can see, I don’t have ten dollars on me right now.” I tossed my damp towel aside and held my arms out to demonstrate my lack of pockets. “I’ll sign your slip as soon as I’m done in here and get dressed. Okay?” I turned and wiped the fog from the mirror, giving Gary a good view of my ass in the process.

“Okay.” He lingered for a moment longer than he needed to in the doorway. “Thanks, Mom.”

I felt an inappropriate sense of disappointment when he left. It’s not like I wanted him to whip his cock out and start jerking off at the sight of me, but something more would have been nice. I mentally scolded myself for thinking that way. I was at least able to take solace in knowing he had contrived an excuse to come talk to me the moment I got out of the shower in an obvious ploy to see me naked.

Being penned up with my son in that tiny apartment was driving me to some very weird places. Places I’d never even contemplated before when we were separated by a dozen rooms in our 5,000 square foot McMansion. This piece-of-shit apartment was all I could afford on the money I made from the salon. Maybe I needed to swallow my pride and ask my cheating fucknut of a soon to be ex-husband for money. I knew I would regret saying I didn’t want anything from him during my screaming fit when I’d left. The only thing to do now was to make the best of a strange situation.

My day at work passed in a haze of bills, spreadsheets, and perverse thoughts. I couldn’t get over the fact that just that morning I’d stood naked in front of my son like it was as normal as could be. I couldn’t help wondering what he thought of my tits. Were they too big for him? Too saggy? Maybe he preferred little dainty nipples and not long fat ones like mine. And what about my pussy? Was he grossed out when he saw my hairy bush? I knew it had been the trend to shave everything off for a while now, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How bad was it that I’d refused to shave my pussy for my husband, but I would be more than willing to do it for my son?

When I got home there was a moment of panic. Gary wasn’t there. By the time I’d gotten out my phone and was hitting his speed dial number, he walked in carrying a bag of groceries.

“Where were you?” I ran over and hugged him. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I just went to the store around the corner, Mom. No biggie.” He normally pulled away from one of my hugs as soon as he could, but he seemed content to let me squeeze him for as long as I wanted. “I’m making us dinner tonight. Chili!”

“You can cook?”

“Yes, I can read a recipe and follow instructions.” He crossed to what passed for a kitchen in our humble hovel and began unloading the items he’d gotten. “I figured you could use a night off.”

Wow, I never knew my son could be so thoughtful. He certainly didn’t learn it from his loser of a father. I decided that I could indeed use a night off and was happy to let my son treat me to dinner.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

I gave him a peck on the cheek and headed around the corner to my bedroom. I automatically closed my door behind me, then remembered the new world order and opened it up all the way. I began unbuttoning my blouse. I checked the doorway but Gary wasn’t there. There was a longing ache in my chest. Maybe it was nothing more than a desperate need for some kind of connection in my life now that my marriage had disintegrated, but I couldn’t resist provoking the situation.

“How was school today?” I called out.

“Good. Got an A on my History quiz.”

“I can’t hear you.” Actually, I could hear him just fine. “Come talk to me while I change.”

He was at my doorway quicker than I expected. “I said I got an A on my History quiz.”

“Great!” I finished unbuttoning my blouse and took it off while he watched. “So, you’re adjusting to the new school okay?”

“I guess. Classes are easier than back home.” His eyes were locked onto my cleavage, which was enhanced by my cream-colored bra with lace around the edges.

A pleasant tingle spread across my arms and around to the back of my neck. It had been a long while since I’d had someone admire me in such a lustful way. I unzipped my skirt and shimmied out of it.

“And you’re getting along with your teachers?”

“They’re alright.” He was only half listening to my questions as he took in the sight of me in my pantyhose.

My jackhole of a husband had a thing for nylons. He’d sometimes hump my thigh while I was wearing them, or have me wrap his cock in my hose and give him a handjob. Well, he had someone else to do that for him now. I wondered if Gary had inherited the same fetish gene from his father. Just in case, I made sure to take my time putting away my skirt in order to give him a good long look at my shapely legs sheathed in sheer nude stockings.

“Met any cute girls yet?” I asked with a wink.

“Geez, Mom, it’s only been a couple weeks.” He blushed. “But, yeah, there’s a few hot chicks in my class.”

“Hot chicks?” I shook my head disapprovingly. “My son the feminist.” I pulled my pantyhose down over my hips, then sat on the little chair of my vanity. I lifted one leg, pointed my toe, and worked my nylons down over my thigh and along my calf. My intention was to get my son turned on, but I was getting myself pretty worked up as well.

“You know, Mom, I never really noticed before, but you have sexy legs.”

“You can thank half an hour everyday on the stair-stepper for that.” I lifted my other leg and repeated my performance with the nylons. “I haven’t worked out since we left the house.” I stood and appraised myself in the cheap full-length mirror tacked onto the closet door, posing in nothing but my bra and panties. “I probably gained at least ten pounds of flab since then.”

“No way, your body is totally hot. You look a lot better than half the girls in my school.”

“Only half?” I teased. “Well, I’m guessing I have at least one advantage over them.” I unclasped my bra and let my tits flop free. “I doubt any of them have developed a pair like this.”

Gary swallowed hard and didn’t even attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at my naked boobs. I had the urge to gather my tits up in my hands and play with them in front of my son, but I held back. It was enough for me to see the growing bulge in his pants.

“No…not even close…”

“Of course, big boobs aren’t for everyone. Some guys like them small and perky.”

“Not me.” He spoke almost as if he was in a trance. “I think big ones are nice. I mean, not too big or anything. Yours are just about the perfect right amount of big.”

“You liked them when you were a baby, so I guess it’s only natural that you like them now.” It was wicked of me to put the thought of him sucking on my nipples in his head, but I couldn’t help myself. “It’s amazing how sweaty I can get sitting in that stuffy little office all day.” I sniffed my bra and tossed it into the hamper. “Phew! It feels so nice to come home and air them out.” I hefted my boobs and gave them a little jiggle – just to “air them out,” of course.

“Same for me…except with my balls.” His voice was soft and unsure as he tested the boundaries of what he could now say in front of me and what might still be off limits.

“Hmm, nothing worse than sweaty balls,” I agreed as I pulled my panties down without any ceremony. I gave them a quick whiff as well before adding them to the hamper. “I hope I’m not embarrassing you, sweetheart.”

“Huh?”

Apparently the sight of my pussy short-circuited his hearing. “I sort of instituted this new open door policy of ours without really asking you. I know you were purposely spying on me in the shower, but maybe you’re not comfortable with seeing your mother naked like this.”

“No!” he quickly assured me. “It’s not a problem for me at all. I’m totally comfortable with it.”

“And you honestly don’t mind hearing me masturbating and making all that noise? I know I can get carried away sometimes.”

“I definitely don’t mind that. Actually, last night I…” he realized he might have been about to share too much information with me.

“Last night you listened to me and jerked off?”

He nodded with a dopey grin on his face. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s fine, sweetie, I’m certainly not one to talk. I know how boys are and don’t blame you one bit. I just don’t want you feeling weird or guilty because you’re getting excited in that way because of your mother.”

“I did kinda wonder if there was something wrong with me.”

“Not at all.” I moved closer to him; close enough for him to reach out and touch me if he wanted. “I may be your mother, but I’m still a woman. Your penis doesn’t know the difference. It just knows I have these tits, an ass, and a vagina. It’s only natural to get excited. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Okay.” He chuckled nervously. “When you put it that way, I guess it makes sense.”

“As a matter of fact, it looks like you’re excited right now.” I nodded toward his full-grown bulge.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Gary moved his hands to cover the evidence of his erection.

“Don’t apologize. I take it as a compliment.” I turned and went to my dresser and got out a pair of comfy sweat pants and a t-shirt. “You might want to take care of that hard-on before you try to cook dinner, though.”

“Okay, sure.” He turned to go to his room.

“Wait. If you want, you can go ahead and take care of it now before I get dressed.”

“Um…okay.” He looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you can go to your bedroom and do it if you like, or you can pull your cock out right here and masturbate while you’ve got me naked.”

“Seriously, Mom? You want to watch me jerk off?”

“That’s part of it, but mostly I just thought you’d like to cum to the real thing for a change.”

My son stood there conflicted. I didn’t say anything and waited for him to work it out for himself. His hand went to his crotch and he gripped his erection through his pants. He looked at me standing there naked. The turmoil of temptation was evident in his expression of hopeful agony. He knew he’d be crossing a clear line if he did it, but he so eagerly wanted to violate the taboo society had instilled in him.

“I feel like you might think I’m a creep if you see me whack off in front of you.”

“Honey, you’re my son and I love you. I love you no matter what. I know you masturbate, and I know you are sexually attracted to my body. You also now know that I masturbate, too. I’m not going to judge you. I want you to feel good about yourself and be happy. If this will make you happy, then I won’t think you’re a creep or anything like that. I’ll just think you’re a healthy young man who knows what he likes when he sees it.”

I was worried that I was pouring it on too thick. I really wanted to see my son’s cock, and I desperately wanted to watch him beat off. I was never turned on when his father would play with his own dick, but to see my son stroke his hard-on would be beyond amazing.

“Okay, then…” Gary shrugged and unzipped his pants.

I couldn’t keep the smile from my face as I watched him fish his hard penis out of his pants. As soon as it appeared I felt weak in the knees. I’d only seen a handful of cocks in the flesh over the course of my life, but my son’s was easily the sexiest one I’d ever been presented with.

He was circumcised and sported a flaring cockhead that was darker than his shaft. It was about average length, possibly even a bit shorter, but it was nice and thick. His piss hole gaped open in his excitement, and a trickle of thin pre-cum was already seeping from it. I could only see hints of pubic hair near the base, but I could easily imagine what it would be like to run my fingers through his curly tuft. I was hoping he’d pull his balls out for my enjoyment. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and started stroking.

I’d been so invested in convincing him to masturbate that I hadn’t considered what I would do if he did. I couldn’t just stand there like a fence post. Although, he probably would have been all right with this, I felt I had to at least provide some degree of encouragement.

“There you go,” I said trying to sound supportive but coming off more sultry than I intended. “Stroke that beautiful cock.” I didn’t know if my talking was helping or distracting. I dropped my sweats and shirt and ran my hands up my sides to my breasts. I cupped them both from below and hefted them. My son was transfixed as I bobbled my big boobies for his amusement.

I should have felt self-conscious, or at the very least foolish, for behaving like I was, but the way my son was looking at me made feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.

“Fuck, Mom, you are so friggin’ hot,” he croaked and began jerking faster.

“I’m glad you think so,” I said, feeling more flattered than I had a right to. “You like Mommy’s big titties, don’t you?”

He nodded with that pained look of desire in his eyes. “I like your ass, too.”

I turned around and stuck my butt out. “You mean this ass?” I reached around and gave myself a spank. God, when did I turn into such a slut?

“Oh, yeah,” Gary moaned. “That’s it…oh, Mom…so beautiful…uuuuuhhhhh!”

Sooner than I expected, my son was spraying cum all over the place. If we had been at home I would have worried about the carpets, but since it was only our shitty apartment I didn’t care that he was cumming like a firehose all over the floor. I was impressed with the amount of jizz my boy produced and was a little sad that it was wasted the way it was.

“How was that?” I asked as I picked up my sweats as casually as I could.

“Holy crap, Mom, I’m dizzy right now.”

“I’ll assume that means it was good.” I slipped on my sweats.

“It was more than good. Thanks.”

I shrugged it off as if it was nothing. “We’re going to be crammed together in this tiny place for a while, so we might as well stop being precious with our privacy.” I pulled on my t-shirt and my son seemed genuinely sad to see my tits disappear from sight. “We’re not in Kansas anymore.”

“I guess not.” Gary tucked his cock away and it was my turn to be sad. I didn’t fail to notice that his penis was still just as hard as when he had pulled it out. “I should probably get started on dinner.” He came over and kissed me on the cheek before retreating to the kitchen.

I had known that our new living arrangements would change the way my son and I related to each other, but I never envisioned that we would go down this path together. The abrupt end of my marriage had thrown my world into chaos. I was perfectly aware that I was venturing into territory that no mother should ever contemplate, but I was also aware that I might not have the emotional fortitude to avoid digging myself in deeper.

When I reached down into my sweatpants and felt how wet my cunt was, I became certain that I was already in way over my head.

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18 thoughts on “Open Door Policy, Ch. 3

  1. OMG mommy! You are doing such a good job on this story. I look every day to see if the new chapter is posted yet. I can’t wait till something happens. Your such a naughty mommy

  2. My mom is the reason I like women with full bushes. Not that I got a real good look or was even trying to at the time, but she literally had her own ‘open-door policy’ where she would leave the bathroom door cracked to let the steam out after she took a shower, then stand in front of the mirror butt naked while she put on her make-up. I never spied on her, but I frequently caught glimpses of her now and then. While I’ve never actually lusted after her specifically, I do know that my taste in women is definitely based on her body type – short with big tits, a big round ass, and a full bush.

  3. Dam hot story. Can not wait for part 4. I need to clean up after read this story.

  4. So very hot as alway. Clean up aisle 9. Looking forward to where you go from here you nasty mom.

  5. OK Mommy I read the first 3 chapters and had a hard time getting out of my chair and walking seems I had this object standing out in front and my lust filled mind wasn’t any help…. Now that I’m back to normal I’m looking for chapter #4.ha.ha.

  6. I have the good fortune to join this after you have already written many chapters, so I can read on without waiting for you to write the next one.
    However, after three such erotic parts of the story, the inevitable has happened and I have emulated your “son” and, well, not to put too fine a point on it, cum like mad.

    So ill take a short break before reading chapter 4, but suffice to say my cock is already starting to stiffen again in anticipation.

    Wonderful story thanks Rachael,

    Tim

  7. @Timbo101: Feel free to put as fine a point on it as you like! One of my main reasons for writing these dirty stories is to make you cum, so I take it as a great compliment to know that you brought yourself to orgasm while reading the filth that came from my dirty little mind. ;)

  8. U are actually the best erotic writer on the Web. Judging by the amount of time u make me cum I’d say u are a 10/10. I usually only read lesbian erotic but when u write- anything is read worthy. Thanks for preventing me from cheating. Love u Rachael
    l

  9. I have the feeling as you watched your son jerk himself off in front of you that you would have loved to kneel down and catch his creamy load in your mouth and all over your tits. I can envision him eventually licking his cum from you body and sharing yummy kisses. So fucking hot.

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