Open Door Policy, Ch. 15

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 15
by DirtyMindedMom

I lay awake: tired, but unable to sleep. My mind was filled with worries, images, desires, and fears. I played over Valerie’s visit at my job earlier that day. It was hard to wrap my mind around the surreal fact that my son’s girlfriend had asked me for advice about having an orgasm. Did I handle it the right way? Of course I didn’t. I knew better than that, but even though I was sure it was wrong in general, was it right for me? I attempted to distract myself from that question with thoughts of my handsome son Gary.

He wasn’t in the apartment when I arrived home earlier that day. After getting naked, I went to his room and did a little snooping. I couldn’t help noticing the three used condoms from the other afternoon in his wastebasket. Each spent prophylactic was pregnant with my boy’s expended semen. I was disgusted with myself for having the urge to play with the rancid contents.

There were a couple of pairs of my dirty panties tucked under his pillow. Good thing his girlfriend didn’t find those while she was in here losing her virginity. Both pairs were crusted with dried cum. I held them to my nose and breathed in the combined stink of our fermented sex juices.

I lifted the lid of his laptop with the thought of checking out some of his porn, but I didn’t know his password. I tried a few possibilities, but my hacking skills failed to gain me access. I went back to my room and put on a pair of shorts. I was ruffling around looking for a clean top to throw on, then decided I was fine as is. I was halfway through making dinner when Gary got home. He was happy to see me parading around with my tits out and gave me a big hug to show it.

I didn’t want to say anything, but I was kind of hoping he’d grab one of my boobs somewhere along the way. He’d touched my pussy and asshole, but we hadn’t done anything much in the chest area. Strange how that worked out.

“Me and Valerie walked to the mall,” he told me as he tossed his backpack and clothes into his room, leaving only his boxers on. I loved being able to see the impression of his dick flopping around loosely just beneath the thin fabric of his underwear. “I was going to text you, but my phone died.”

“Did Vaerie’s phone die, too?”

“Oops, didn’t really think of that. Sorry…” He came up close behind me, reached around and grabbed a piece of carrot that I was chopping and began munching. His bare chest pressed against my shoulder and his dangling cock grazed my hip. “Your tits look great today, Mom.”

“They look great every day,” I countered.

“Ha, true, but I can’t always see them.” He tickled his fingers lightly down my bare back and my nipples responded instantly. It took almost no effort for my son to get my juices flowing. “You should just be naked all the time.” His fingers reached the waistband of my shorts and kept going. He ended up pulling them down until they fell to my ankles.

“Hey, don’t get fresh, young man. I’m trying to cook dinner.”

“So? I’m not stopping you.”

He reached around and took one of the peeled carrots that was waiting to get chopped up. I assumed he was going to eat that one, too, but then I felt something cold running down the length of my ass crack.

“What are you doing back there?”

“Nothing.”

The tip of the carrot slid down between my legs near my opening. Before I could protest, Gary was sliding the vegetable for tonight’s meal up into my pussy. I let out a sharp breath, surprised by his boldness. Surprised, and more than a little turned on by his perverse creativity.

“Sweetie, don’t…” I couldn’t finish forming the sentence.

“Don’t what?” He pulled the carrot back and inserted it again, this time with a tantalizing turn.

“Don’t…fuck my pussy like that…”

“Like this?”

“Yes…” the knife dropped out of my grip and I leaned forward on the counter. “Just like that…”

After a few more strokes, his wetted finger wiggled between my cheeks and found my asshole. He inserted just the tip as he continued to food-fuck me.

“How about like this?”

“You have no idea how fucking good that feels,” I panted and began working my clit from the front. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy’s pussy just like that.”

And just like that, I came. It was as much from saying those words out loud as what was being done to me. My legs shuddered and my knees buckled. Gary continued to slide the makeshift dildo in and out of me a few more times until my spasms calmed to stillness.

He slipped the carrot out of my cunt. I heard the sharp crunch of him taking a bite.

“Dang, Mom, you make the best salad dressing.” He walked away, leaving me bent over the counter with pussy juice running down my thighs.

I was even more wide awake after recalling every detail of our evening together. How we ate dinner together naked. How he had a boner throughout the meal, and him getting a big kick out of me getting butter all over one of my nipples as I reached for the salt. How he ended up jacking off at the table as he watched me clear the dishes and wash them in the nude.

After our decadent dinner, we then assumed our usual positions on the sofa and watched a little TV in between watching each other masturbate. I tried not to think about how much I was going to miss him when he left the next morning to spend two days with his idiot father.

By this time I’d given up on falling asleep. I threw my blanket off and toyed with my clit. You’d think after half a dozen orgasms I’d be satisfied. My pussy was feeling sore, but not enough to dissuade me from playing with it. I couldn’t get the image of my son’s cock out of my mind. I was afraid that I was becoming obsessed.

Moments later I found myself standing in his open doorway gazing in at his sleeping body. The sheets were tangled around his legs, but he was otherwise naked. His adorable butt was facing me. I crept closer wanting to get a glimpse of his penis. I leaned over him and saw it there all soft and sexy.

I sat on his mattress and lightly stroked his smooth ass cheek. This prompted him to roll onto his back. I froze and prepared myself for the embarrassment of being caught in the middle of my naked midnight visit. He remained asleep, so I was safe for the moment. I resolved to stand up and go back to my own bed. I was being silly. I was going to leave after one more look at his cock.

His balls were relaxed and hanging loosely between his thighs. His shaft was limp, but held the promise of power even in its wilted state. It was slumped to the left in a graceful curve, crowned by the most inviting cockhead I’d ever encountered. Every time I saw it, I wanted to feel it in my mouth.

I imagined wetting it first with my tongue, circling around the entire circumference. Then the silky touch of it against my lips. I’d kiss the tip of my son’s penis so tenderly it would make his whole body shiver. No other woman could ever love his cock the way that I would. Maybe I could get away with just one little kiss.

Pulling my hair back, I ducked my head down and touched my lips to his cockhead. Every nerve in my body became instantly electrified. I kissed it once more, and another wave coursed through me. How could anything possibly feel that good?

Without intending to, I took the head of my son’s cock into my mouth. Just for a quick second, I promised myself. The first second passed, then a few more. I sucked his penis lightly, exploring the cleft of his piss hole with my tongue. I ventured lower, feeling the delicate delta that flares out slightly at the bottom edge of his cap. My lips held in a circle around the topmost part of his shaft just beyond the soft ridge of his corona. It was better than I’d dreamt it might be.

I felt him getting hard, and I reminded myself that I needed to stop before I woke him. His skin tasted fresh and clean. I could smell unique scent his sweat takes on when it’s in his crotch. It’s different from the odor of his armpits and elsewhere on his body. That smell will forever define the essence of sex for me. I took him deeper into my mouth, letting my lips glide along the increasingly solid thickness of his shaft.

“Mom?” His voice was gravelly with sleep. “That you?”

“Everything’s fine, sweetie,” I whispered, upset with myself for pushing things too far yet again. “Go back to sleep.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” I lied foolishly. “Just checking in on you.”

“Were you…” His groping hand found my knee. His hand slid up my thigh far enough to confirm I wasn’t wearing panties. “Were you sucking me?”

“You should be asleep, baby. Close your eyes now.” I kept my voice soft and soothing, hoping to lull him back into slumber. I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try.

His fingers found one of my breasts. He fiddled with my erect nipple, stroking it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Shhh.” I remained perfectly still. After a few moments his eyes were closed and his hand fell onto my lap. He was out. I gingerly moved his hand and stood up.

I only made it a few tip-toed steps toward the door before I turned to get one last look for the night. His cock was still hard, the head shining wetly in the dim light coming through his window. I’d always been a fan of the male member, but I never wanted one as badly as I wanted that one. Instead of returning to my room to finish myself off, I dropped to my knees right there.

I stared hungrily at my son’s erect cock and began fingering myself. I’d actually had it in my mouth. It wasn’t much more than a few seconds, but I’d done it. It felt like a privilege I didn’t deserve. How could I stoop to such a thing as violating my boy while he slept? I was becoming some kind of monster. My fingers plunged in and out of my cunt, making a sloppy wet noise. I grabbed one of my tits – the one Gary had been playing with – and twisted my nipple with a certain degree of cruelty. I meant it to be a kind of punishment for my bad behavior, but even that felt good to me.

It wasn’t long before I was cumming once again while remaining fixated on my son’s hard-on. Even though I hadn’t fully come to terms with it, I’d acknowledged early on that I wanted to fuck him. As my orgasm sent my body into convulsions there on my son’s bedroom floor that night, I became certain that one day soon I would make that wicked desire a reality. I hated myself for letting it come to that, but the inevitability of it was somehow freeing. It didn’t matter if I felt guilty, or if I tried to resist, it was going to happen regardless. All that was left for me was to accept it when the time came.

I circled my fingertip around my hyper-aroused clit. Within seconds I was clamping my jaw tight and silently quivering my way through another intense orgasm as I envisioned that beautiful cock sliding into my open pussy. I was too relaxed after that to worry about things further. I crept back to my bed and spent the remainder of the night having a series of disjointed sex dreams. Despite not being a very restful night, it was nonetheless a pleasant one.

“I was having the weirdest dreams last night,” Gary told me the next morning as we did our daily dance in the bathroom. His morning wood hadn’t dissipated after his first piss of the day like it usually did.

“Me too,” I responded casually. “Must’ve been something in those carrots.”

He chuckled as he watched me step into the shower. I was just getting soaped up when the shower curtain was pulled back. At first I thought he was going to get in and take a shower with me – an idea that I wasn’t at all opposed to – but instead he just stood there looking at me and stroking his cock. I took my cue and continued soaping my body. He watched with lecherous delight as I made sure my tits were good and clean before I turned and began washing my ass. I was only halfway through scrubbing my pussy before he launched a nice big load at me. What a waste, I thought as I watched his cum swirl down the drain.

An hour later a horn beeped in the street and Gary went down to get in the car with his a-hole father. He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips before he left. I almost did a good job of not letting him see me cry. I was being stupid. He’d be back the following night. Nothing to get so worked up over.

I distracted myself with housework. As I was getting ready to take a basket of laundry down to the basement, I plucked out a pair of Gary’s dirty boxers and left them on my bed. I might need those later that night. I was folding clean clothes in front of the TV later when there came a light knock at the door. Was he home already? Maybe he and his father had an argument! It was awful for me to be so excited about such a possibility.

I opened the door and was brought up short. Valerie was standing there looking cuter than ever, flashing those big, brown eyes at me. How could I have forgotten? I’d promised to help her learn to have an orgasm. I hadn’t even given it any thought. What was I going to do?

“Oh! Hi, Valerie. I…” The eager look on her face kept me from postponing our lesson as I was intending to. “I wasn’t expecting you yet.”

“Sorry.” She looked down at her feet shyly. “I came a little early. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since we talked the other day.”

“Well, come on in.”

I made a pot of tea while we exchanged awkward small talk. After we’d exhausted the very few topics we had to divert ourselves with, I got down to business.

“So, you want me to tell you how to have an orgasm.”

“Actually,” she fiddled nervously with her tea cup, “you kind of said you would show me.”

“Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?” Boy, I really knew how to dig myself into a hole. “Before we go any further, I want to make sure you’re absolutely certain this is what you want.”

Her eyes flitted to the hint of cleavage showing at the v-neck I was wearing, then up to my face. Valerie was trying to contain a much bigger smile as she nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay, then. First things first, we should probably get naked.”

Her big smile broke free and she immediately began unbuttoning her top.

“Um, maybe the bedroom would be better than here in the kitchen?” I proposed.

“Oh, duh, yeah, of course.” She stood up flustered but excited. “Gary’s or yours?”

“Take your pick.”

I followed her to my bedroom as she shed her blouse along the way, exposing the most delicious lavender bra only a girl her age could pull off.

My God, I thought as I watched her set loose those gravity-defying tits of hers, what had I gotten myself into this time…?

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22 thoughts on “Open Door Policy, Ch. 15

  1. Another amazing chapter. Can’t wait for the orgasm lesson. Love waking up and reading this story. Great way to start the day.

  2. There you go again…..getting me all hard and then “to be continued”.
    You’re such a lovely tease, an expert edger!!

  3. gosh never before have i waited so much so often in anticipation…i love these stories but i have to say i needed to buy more panties to keep up with the wetness they created

  4. Mommy you are so naughty. Any of you naughty ladies interested in email or text play?

  5. Rachael. I really love the way you get us excited and then make us wait almost like we’re having sex get a knock at the door………as always have fun and be NAUGHTY

  6. Oh Rachael, Beautiful story and I know it will happen with Gary soon!! I love how well you write in such a descriptive way, I can feel the emotions and the pleasure and it makes me wet every time and makes me think of my son too!! I can’t wait for the next chapter again!!

  7. With all this wetness everyone is getting I’m surprised that we don’t get some short circuits on these electronics. Keep up the teasing it realy works and we all l♥ve it.

  8. I’ve been meaning to post more comments on these chapters, but “something” always seems to come up after reading them and I get so distracted! Anyway, just have to tell you I love the way the story it going…you do a wonderful job with character development and can’t wait for the next “older/younger” girl on girl action….I know such a guy thing, but come on!! Keep them cumming for us!!

  9. I am anxiously awaiting the next part more than for any of your previous ones!

  10. I have a raging hard on in anticipation of Gary fucking his mother all night long. I can already see him filling her mouth, pussy and ass with his cum.

  11. I have been reading and loving every chapter in this series. Love your write my. Both incredibly sensual and erotic and down right hot. Three – no make that four orgasms
    Look forward to the next chapters
    Thanks again
    Rita.

  12. Great story, love the food fucking and the mutual masterbation so
    hot. Of course the anticipation of should you or should you when it comes to the sleeping blow job.
    Very erotic!

  13. WOW, no, “double” WOW. I stroked all the way to “to be continued”….You left me hanging on every word, but no worries am still alive and feeling well. A most excellent story. Hurry up and finish it. XOXOXO

  14. WOW I started reading this tale after work today and Couldn’t Stop Please publish the next chapter soon my mind is racing with possible next adventures

  15. Wow Rachel so very hot look forward to next chapter. My cock can hardly wait haha. XXOO

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