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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15 thoughts on “Open Door Policy, Ch. 7

  1. Omfg, Rachael, this story is just getting better and better. As a devotee of pee play, I can easily understand how Gary was fascinated at seeing the pee squirting from his mums pee hole.
    This is something I love to watch whenever me and my gf indulge ourselves. So far I’ve never done it with a guy, but you never know, sometime soon maybe, if I can find the right guy.
    I really love how this story is developing and could only wish it was with her daughter and not her son to make it perfection for me. I do love your filthy mind so much.
    Jay xxx

  2. I cannot wait for Gary to just fuck his mom up the ass. It has to be cumming soon.

  3. OMG – this is really good!! Love watching ladies peeing so this really got me going. This story gets better with each chapter!!

  4. So very hot Rachael your stoys always so hot. Like the pee play an old gf of mine would have fun with it every now & then.

  5. Rach

    I am so loving this series. I am curious if you shave your pussy?
    My wife isn’t but I’ve eaten many a smooth shaved pussy to orgasm.

    I know the pic isn’t you but it made me ask the question.

    Your story reminds me of the time I ask a lady friend to sit on my lap and pee between my legs. I found it to be quite erotic. I don’t think the wife would try it so it’s just a passing memory.

  6. Rachael, this is the best story I think you have ever written!! I love it so much! So HOT!!!

  7. You really know how to press all the buttons, Rachael!

    I wonder if watching a woman piss is every boy’s fantasy? It was certainly mine, from around age six onwards, I remember. I had a particular fantasy of a girl pissing on a pot that I used to play in bed as I went off to sleep. I suppose the association of piss with the ‘secret’ female genitals (from a boy’s point of view) is inevitable when one doesn’t know what else a cunt is used for. But there’s a strong sense of mysterious eroticism about it nevertheless – hence the sexiness of the piss fetish, I believe.

    Of course, I enjoyed this story: I love all its intimate detail, as well as its profound kinkiness. I also like the picture you chose: that pose on the toilet with parted thighs and stream was at the heart of my infantile fantasy. Thanks once again.

  8. N e e d… to .. s t o p….. r e a d I n g…. can’t stop…

    This story just gets better and better. Not only the detail, but the level of kinky sex and story flow (pardon the pun) are excellent!

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