Annie Loves to Fuck!

For those of you who read the comments from your fellow pervs here at our blog, you may have been one of the many intrigued by the tantalizing notes left by a woman going by the name of Annie. She definitely has a way of being provocative, and there’s been an understandable amount of curiosity about this seductively sensual lady.

Annie and I connected a while back through Lush (at least that site is still good for something), and she generously shared a lot of juicy details with me about her private life and her family. The more I learn about her, the more in awe of her I am. She has the boldness and passion to live a lifestyle that I can only fantasize about.

I knew the little hints that Annie was dropping in her comments here were like sweet morsels of torture for many of you, so I asked her if she’d be willing to end the torment and write something for the blog so you could all get to know this wonderfully sexy creature like I have. I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high, but Annie’s insatiable exhibitionism won out and she generously agreed to expose herself to us all.

I’ve posted the first two parts of her personal story titled “The Making of a Hotwife.” In her very personal narrative, she may change names and obfuscate certain facts to protect the innocent (and guilty), but hers is an essentially true story, so I hope you can all appreciate and respect the trust she is putting in us by opening up and sharing the intimate details of her life. I know I can count on all of you to be respectfully lascivious when you leave comments and let her know how much you (and your naughty bits) appreciate her delectable efforts.

Thanks, Annie!

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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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Chapter 16 >>

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Sun Bating

It was a super-hot day, so soon as I got home from school I put my swim shorts on and headed for the pool. When I stepped out onto the patio I saw my mom’s bikini lying there. Top and bottoms. I looked around and quickly spotted her on a lounge chair in the grass. I just about died when I saw that she was totally naked and fingering her pussy. I didn’t know what to do! I was about to sneak back into the house when she opened her eyes and saw me standing there like a goober. She just smiled and shoved her fingers in deeper. Holy fuck! I realized that my mom probably wanted me to catch her playing with herself. Instead of going back in, I stood there and watched. I couldn’t get over how amazing her tits were. I always knew they were big, but I had no idea how incredible her nipples were. I couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped my swim trunks and began whacking off right there to my mom finger fucking herself. It seemed weird that my mother shaved her pussy, and even weirder that I could see her asshole from the angle I was at. That’s when she pulled her fingers out and spread her lips wide. Mom opened her eyes and said, “Your father hasn’t fucked me in two months. How about you come over here and put that hard cock in your mother’s horny cunt?” I’d never thought about fucking my mom before, but there was no way I was going to turn down that offer. I banged her on the chair, then did her doggy style in the grass. We got in the pool naked and ended up doing it in the water. Back in the house, Mom rode my cock in the living room, then one more time in her bed. The last time we did it, nothing came out – I was shooting blanks. We took a shower and got dressed just as Dad was getting home from work. Mom promised to teach me how to eat her pussy when I got home from school the next day. I had a feeling this was going to be a crazy summer!

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 14

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 14
by DirtyMindedMom

Things felt slightly off the night after Valerie’s last “visit.” Gary was in his room doing homework or playing video games. I was parked on the sofa watching TV. I’d noticed how he’d left his door open, but I didn’t intrude on what he was doing. It had been a big day for him and I was dying to talk to him about it, but I understood that he might want a little space to process all that had happened. It’s not every day that a 16-year-old boy loses his virginity and has to ask his mom for help fishing a lost condom out of his girlfriend’s pussy.

The next morning we went through our usual routine. I showered while he peed and brushed his teeth, then he showered while I did my hair and make-up. Even though there was nothing sexual going on, it was still a thrill for me to do all this naked in front of my son. It was also a perpetual treat to be able to check out his free-swinging dick whenever I wanted. As lovely as it was to see him going about his business limp, it never failed to get my heart racing to see him randomly pop a boner at some point during the morning.

I spent most of the day at work worrying that I had gone too far. I should have just told him how to get the condom out of Valerie’s pussy himself and left him to it. I would never forget the experience of being in that room with those two naked teenagers drunk on hormones. But I was being selfish. Those were memories that Gary should be making for himself without his mother sticking her fat tits into everything. I had to stop being so selfish and do what was best for my son instead of what was best for my horny, over-the-hill pussy.

When I got home from work, Gary was lying on the sofa naked fiddling with his balls. Damn, I loved how this new policy was working out! I kicked off my shoes and dropped my bag on the table before going and sitting down on the couch next to him. He lifted his feet to give me a place to sit, then brought them down onto my lap.

“You talk to Valerie today?” I inquired after a few minutes.

“Yup.”

“Everything okay with you two?”

“Yeah, great.” His hand moved from his balls to his cock. “Why?”

“I just thought that maybe things might be a little weird after yesterday.”

“How come?”

“Well, it’s not all that common for a guy’s mom to be there to help him fuck his girlfriend for the first time.”

“Oh, that,” he played it off like I was being silly. “Valerie thought you were totally cool. She wishes you were her mom. She can’t even mention the word ‘sex’ around her mother, much less ask her questions about it.”

“So…you’re not mad at me for interfering?”

“Course not, Mom. We were both freaked out when that condom thing happened and you completely bailed us out. I think it’s awesome that you’re not like a normal mom.”

His cock was completely hard by this point. I could have been hurt by him not seeing me as a “normal” mom, but I understood that he meant it as a compliment. The worry I had to contend with was whether or not being an un-normal mom was good for him, or would it hurt him in the long run? As I watched his fingers tickle up and down along the underside of his erection, I knew it was good for me, at least in the short-run.

“Okay, but if I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.”

He gave a scoffing chuckle as if that wasn’t possible. “Sure, Mom, I’ll let you know.” He sat up and sat up at the other end of the sofa. “Give me your feet.”

“Huh?”

He patted his lap. “Relax and put your feet up.”

I swiveled my butt and did as he asked. As soon as my stocking feet were resting comfortably on his thighs he began to massage them.

“Ooooh, God, that feels good.”

His hands somehow worked magic across my instep, to my heel and back to my toes.

“I never really realized how much you worked,” he said as he gave each of my toes a gentle tug. “I always just thought Dad earned all the money and you only worked for fun.” He switched to my other foot and the initial effect was renewed all over again. “But since we moved, I see how much you really do.” He shrugged, unable to look at me as he talked. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks…for everything.”

I didn’t know if the tears welling in my eyes were from what he was saying or what he was doing.

“Thanks, sweetie, you have no idea how much that means to me.” I began unbuttoning my blouse, knowing where all this would most likely lead.

“I can’t get over how sexy your feet are.” One of his hands glided up along my calf. “And your legs…mmmm.”

“You only say that because you have a pantyhose fetish,” I chided him while I wallowed in his compliments.

“Do I? Maybe,” he conceded. “I remember when I was little and you dragged me with you in the department store and you’d go to the pantyhose section. I’d get all crazy over the pictures of the ladies on the packages and the disembodied mannequin legs with different types of nylons on them. Ever since I was little, I always wanted to touch your legs when you were wearing them to see what it felt like. Now I can.”

I turned my foot and touched his cock. His body shivered with delight.

“Any interest in a footjob?” I proposed.

“What’s that?”

“I put the soles of my feet together, and you fuck the space between.” I demonstrated by capturing his erection between my feet and giving him a few awkward strokes.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” He got up on his knees and turned to face me.

Gary held my feet tight to his cock and began humping the space formed by my arches.

“Your nylons are so soft,” he moaned. “And your feet are all warm…”

I scooped each of my boobs out of my bra and tweaked my nipples as I watched my boy enjoy sexually molesting my feet. I’d thought of doing this with his good-for-nothing father, but decided he didn’t deserve it. My boy, on the other hand, could have my stocking feet whenever he wanted.

It wasn’t long before he was lost in the experience. His hands went from my feet to my calves and back again as he pleasured himself. My skirt rode up to the point where he could see my crotch and get a good look at my pussy hair matted down under the sheer fabric of my nylons. This seemed to excite him all the more.

“Oh, Mom…this is the best. So fucking sexy,” he moaned picking up speed. “I’m gonna cum!”

He gave three or four manful thrusts before several ropes of semen began shooting out onto me and the sofa between my legs. This particular piece of furniture was bound to be soaked in sexual bodily fluids repeatedly in the near future, so I didn’t even care. What really mattered was the singular privilege of witnessing all that thick cum spurting out of my son’s big cock.

As he was enjoying the aftershocks and recovering from his orgasm, I hiked up my skirt and pulled down the control top of my pantyhose. I fluffed up my flattened pubic hair, and gave my lips and vigorous once over.

“Can you do me a favor, sweetie,” I begged.

“Sure, Mom, anything.”

“Can you stick a finger in my asshole while I masturbate?”

“No problem whatsoever,” he agreed eagerly.

Gary spit on his finger as I hooked one leg over the back of the sofa and dropped the other to the floor. I angled my hips up as he lubed my anus with his saliva. He spit on his middle finger again and worked it into my butt hole without any reservations. Such a good boy!

“This is so wrong,” I whined as I began to masturbate. “This is so fucking bad what we’re doing.”

“So bad,” he agreed as he began finger fucking my ass.

“Damn, that feels good, baby. You make Mommy feel so good all the time.” I grabbed one of my tits and squeezed hard. “Did you like watching me finger your girlfriend yesterday?”

“Ha. Yeah, that was crazy hot.”

“Mmm, her cunt felt so good. Did you like fucking her cunt with that cock of yours?”

“It was awesome. I can’t wait to do it again.”

I almost told him he could do it again right now if he wanted, but I caught myself.

“I shouldn’t let you stick your finger in my ass like this,” I said, feigning distress. “A mother shouldn’t let her son play with her asshole.”

“Shut up, Mom. You love it, and you know it.” He shoved his finger in, twisting it as he did. “Just enjoy it and make that sexy pussy of yours cum.”

I loved how he was getting more assertive with his dirty talk. In a couple short weeks my boy had gone from a shy, inexperienced teen to a lecherous lover. I shouldn’t have been the least bit proud of that, but I was.

“Fuck my ass while I make myself cum, baby. Fuck Mommy’s asshole! Help me cum!”

I twisted and writhed on the sofa as my orgasm seized control of every muscle. Gary rode out my full-body spasm expertly, never letting his finger come out of my butt. I dropped down onto the cushions with a happy sigh.

“Isn’t Valerie going to be mad if she finds out you’re cheating on her?”

“Maybe.” He eased his finger out of me. “But I’m not giving this up for anything.”

Again, I should have been worried by this statement, but I was feeling too good to give it much consideration – especially after my son mounted my leg, pressed his hard cock against my nylon-sheathed thigh, and began humping away like the horny puppy that he was. The load of cum he deposited on my pantyhose ruined them for sure, but it was worth it.

I was trying to muster up at least a little guilt as I sat at my desk in my tiny “office” and sorted out a senseless pile of invoices. Every time I told myself that I should be ashamed for what I was doing, the memory of how good it felt to masturbate while my son played with my asshole overtook my thoughts. I was never much into assplay before, but the idea of having my boy finger me back there, or even just showing off my asshole to him, gave me happy chills all over.

My fingers were absently tickling the inside of one of my knees as I fought the impulse to let them drift higher when a knock startled me. Tanya was standing in my doorway looking all young and sexy without even trying.

“There’s someone here to see you,” she said and headed back out to the front of the salon.

My heart just about stopped. No one ever comes to see me at work. It was the police. It had to be. Someone found out about what I was doing with Gary. They found the pictures on his cell phone. Stupid me! Or he said something to the wrong person. Oh God, Valerie. She told her parents what happened and they called the cops. How could I be such an idiot?

I tried to calm myself and prepared my denial of all wrong-doing as I passed through the backroom to the main floor of the salon. When I arrived at the reception desk I just about passed out from relief when instead of seeing two stern FBI agents I saw Valerie standing there just as cute as can be.

She perked up when she spotted me. “Hi, Jo…Mrs. Harden.”

“Hi, Valerie. Is everything all right?”

“I’m sorry to bother you at work and I’ll go if it’s a problem but I wanted to talk to you about something.” Her words came in a rush. “You know what? This was a bad idea. I’m just going to go.”

“No, hold on. You came all the way down here for something. I can take a break. C’mon out back.”

We went through the backroom and out through the rear door. We had a little picnic table out there and the two of us sat side-by-side on one of the benches.

“I love that outfit,” I complimented her, meaning it. I adored having a son, but I always wondered what it would be like to have a daughter to dress and go shopping with.

“Thanks.” She looked around nervously. “So, um…”

“If this is about what happened the other day, let me start by saying that I’m sorry. I realize that I got more involved than I should have, and I feel bad about that.” Could she tell I wasn’t being entirely honest about that?

“Yeah…it was all pretty weird at first. But then I thought about it and I’m okay with everything. I wish my mom could be more like you. She’s super uptight and hates anything to do with sex.”

“I was kind of like that once, too. But Gary and I have become a lot closer since we’ve been on our own, I guess you could say.”

“It’s awesome that you guys can be like that.”

I had no idea if she had any idea of just how close my son and I had really become over the past weeks. I didn’t want to ask and reveal more than what I already had.

“But there’s something on your mind?” I prodded.

“Oh, yeah, right. It’s kind of embarrassing, but I don’t really have anyone else to talk to about it.” She took deep breath and screwed up her resolve before she continued. “That was my first time the other day, obviously. I only ever made out before, and once I let a guy touch my chest. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, but Gary started kissing me and grinding up on me and all of the sudden I wanted to have sex with him right there on the spot. I’ve never been like that before.”

“I know the feeling,” I said, picturing the bulge in Gary’s pants as he was making out with this little hussy.

“So, we did it, obviously, but…”

“But?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it felt great – all four times – but I don’t think I had ‘it,’ you know?”

“It?”

“The big-O.”

“Oh, an orgasm.” I enjoyed seeing the blush coloring her mocha cheeks a shade darker. “Don’t worry about that, honey, you were probably nervous because it was your first time. Next time just relax and try to put your mind in the same place it is when you masturbate.”

She looked chagrined. “Ah…I’ve never actually done that before.”

I didn’t think she was serious at first, then it became clear that she wasn’t joking.

“You’ve never masturbated? So, you mean you’ve never had an orgasm at all?”

She shrugged helplessly.

“Oh, you poor dear.” I put a consoling hand on her knee.

“I mean, everything felt good, but I guess I just don’t know how.” She looked down and lowered her voice slightly. “I think I might have been close when you had your fingers in there.”

“I was only trying to help,” I lied weakly.

“But what I was thinking is if you could maybe teach me how to have one? You obviously have a lot of experience, and you’re cool about stuff like this, so I was just hoping…”

I checked my watch. “I don’t know, honey. It’s not an easy thing to explain in a few minutes.” My heart melted when she looked at me with those big, brown eyes full of pleading desperation. “But maybe instead of explaining I could show you.”

“Show me?”

The words had come out of my mouth before my brain had a chance to exercise its veto powers.

“Gary is spending this weekend with his no-good father. I’ll have the apartment to myself. If you want to stop by, maybe I can show you a trick or two that will help.”

Did I really just offer to teach my son’s girlfriend how to cum? I had to be insane.

“You’d do that for me?” Her face instantly brightened. “That would be da bomb, Mrs. Harden!”

“And we don’t need to tell Gary about this, right? Or anyone, for that matter.”

She zipped her fingers across her lips. “Do I need to bring anything special?”

“Just what’s between those sexy legs of yours.”

She stood and patted the front of her jeans. “I don’t leave home without it!” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Her perfume smelled like candy. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Thanks!”

With that she took off. I watched her tight little ass until it disappeared around the corner of the building. What the fuck had I just gotten myself into? It was only Thursday: I had time to get myself out of this. Somehow I knew that I not only wouldn’t, but that I was actually looking forward to the upcoming lesson more than I was willing to admit.

At least I had found something I could legitimately feel guilty about for the rest of the day.

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Chapter 15 >>

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Grab Bag

Just a few small items to talk about with you today. First, I happened to notice my number of followers on Twitter and was rather shocked. As of this writing, it stands at 725. When I created the account, I was anticipating somewhere in the neighborhood of 12 followers, maybe 15 if I got crazy lucky. I’ve known the number was creeping up beyond these early expectations, but I never really paid much attention. I’m well aware that this isn’t very impressive by Twitter standards, but it’s mind-boggling to me that so many people would want to read my random, pervy thoughts. Now I get a little stage fright before I compose a Tweet knowing that so many people are going to see it. Anyway, for those of you who follow me on Twitter, thanks for the ego boost!

Next on my agenda is the new page that I created. If you look up at the top menu, you’ll see a link for a FAQ. I’ve been debating with myself over creating such a page for a while now, and I decided to go ahead and do it. Many of you horny veterans of my blog will already know the answers to most of the questions there, but I’m hoping it will provide a quick and easy place for newbies to get up to speed on who I am and what I’m about without having to wade through my bio and blog posts. I plan on adding to it as more questions become frequently asked. If you see anything that I missed, please e-mail me and let me know.

Lastly, I just wanted to point out that I’ve added the second chapters of all three of the recent stories I posted from other writers. There is one more chapter cumming for “Helen’s Night Out,” and a few more in the wings for “New Rules.” I’ll try to have third chapters up for both these stories soon.

I woke up with my clit hard and throbbing this morning thinking about what might happen in the next chapter of “Open Door,” and I’m dying to get to work on it, so if you’ll excuse me while I slip off these wet panties and get going on that right now…

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