Welcome Home, Son!

I can tell by the look on your face that this is a big shock, but please let me explain. When you first told me you were being deployed to Afghanistan, I cried for a week. I didn’t want you to know how upset I was, but at the same time I’d never been more proud of you. I had a knot in my stomach every day thinking about my boy over there risking his life for the sake of me and his country. At some point along the way I stopped thinking of you as a boy and came to accept that you had become a man. A strong, handsome, courageous man. I read each of your letters over and over. I took them to bed with me and would read them before I fell asleep each night. I finally had to give in and admit to myself that your words made me horny. The way you talked about wanting to come home, and how much you missed me, made me fantasize about things no mother should. Sometimes your letters got me so turned on that I simply had to masturbate while reading them. I know it sounds silly, but I imagined that even though you were thousands of miles away, that maybe you were thinking of me when you jerked off late at night in your bunk. When you wrote to tell me you had signed up for a second tour, the only way I was able to handle it was to convince myself that you would come home safe and that when you did that I would make sure you knew exactly much your mother loves you. Now that you’re here, I’m making good on that promise. I love you, son, more than anything in this world. You deserve more than I can ever express with words, so I want you to know that I will deny you nothing. My body is yours. I know you can get any woman you want, but I’ll always be here for you. My tits and pussy are yours. If you want me to suck your cock any time, day or night, just say the word. I’ve never done anal with any man, including your father, but if you want it, mommy’s asshole is yours for the taking. I’m just so grateful that you’ve come home to me that I’m more than willing to service my brave son’s cock in whatever way you need. From the bulge in your pants I can see that you’ve missed your mom as much as I’ve missed you. How about you get out of that uniform, get into my bed, and show mommy how much you’ve missed her with a nice big load of cum?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Open Door Policy 16

<< Chapter 1 < Chapter 15

Open Door Policy, Ch. 16
by DirtyMindedMom

My son’s girlfriend’s naked boobs were mesmerizing. I’d seen them before when I helped fish the lost condom out of her pussy, but there was so much going on then that I didn’t get a chance to take the time to really appreciate them. My boy sure knew how to pick ‘em.

I was so distracted by Valerie’s rack that I hadn’t even noticed she was already out of her pants and panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but a pair of frilly ankle socks and a smile. I was once again taken by how adorable her shaved pussy was. Her bald mound looked so clean and innocent. I could just see the top of her slit flanked by puffy lips. I was tempted to drop to my knees and start eating her out right there on the spot. I needed to get control of myself.

“Your turn,” she said in a cheery voice that gave away how eager she was.

Valerie watched with a girlish leer as I stripped out of my clothes. She certainly wasn’t being shy when it came to ogling my body as I got naked.

“You’ve got great breasts, Mrs. Harden.”

“Joanne, remember?”

“Sorry.” She cupped her boobs and looked down at them. “I think maybe we’re about the same size.”

“Mine hang a bit lower,” I pointed out, cupping my own tits and lifting them to where they used to be when I was her age. “After you have a baby and he sucks all the milk out of them, yours will look like this, too.”

She smiled at that. “I’d love it if mine looked that good when I’m your age.” She let go of her tits and ran her hands down her sides, clearly antsy to get started. “Want me to get on your bed?”

“Sure, we might as well get comfortable.”

We both settled down on my mattress. Our mutual admiration of each other’s body continued as we arranged ourselves. She was sitting cross-legged with my pillows just behind her butt. I was lounging sideways on my hip, hoping this pose was more flattering than it felt.

“By the way, just so you know,” Valerie said, “I’m not, like, a lesbian, or anything.” She licked her lips nervously as her eyes drifted to my crotch for about the tenth time. “I did make out with a girl at a party once, but that was nothing. Also, one time when my cousin and I had a sleepover we compared our breasts. She let me kiss her nipples, but then she wouldn’t do it back to me.”

“The good news is that you don’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy other women,” I assured her. “Most girls have done something like you have. When I was your age, maybe a little younger, there was a girl who had slumber parties where she’d turn the lights off and tell all the girls to play with themselves in the dark.” I had to laugh thinking back on those desperate nights. “We’d all finger ourselves and listen to everyone else doing it at the same time. We’d all be giggling when the game first started, but it didn’t take long for it to get serious. There was always a little anonymous groping going on in the dark. There was something so exciting about hearing all my friends making themselves cum. Those were the best sleepovers.”

“Wow, that sounds like it must have been fun.” Her fingers tickled lightly up and down along her inner thighs as she listened to my story.

“You said that you never played with yourself when we talked the other day.”

“I always thought it was a sin.” Her hands became fists and went to her sides. “At least that’s what my mom said. I would think about it sometimes, but I worried that I’d be weird if I touched myself like that. I had a stuffed bear that I would sometimes grind against at night, but I always stopped myself because I knew I was being a perv.”

“But it felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yeah. That’s what I was afraid of.” She giggled and covered her mouth with both her hands. Damn, this girl couldn’t get any cuter if she tried.

“It felt good because when you were humping your teddy bear, you were rubbing your clit. Do you know about your clitoris?”

“I heard of it, but…” she shrugged helplessly. You’d figure Sex Ed in schools would have solved this problem by now.

“The first step to having an orgasm is knowing your clitoris. Let me show you.”

I turned so I was facing her, then leaned back. My heart rate jumped a few beats. Yes, I was really doing this. Exposing myself to my son was one thing, but doing this with a 16-year-old girl that I barely knew was flat out asking for trouble. Despite knowing the huge risk I was taking, I spread my legs. Valerie’s delighted expression was all I needed to spur me on.

“It might seem like there’s a lot going on down there, but once you get familiar with your pussy it’s quite simple.” I gently parted my outer lips and spread myself open in front of her.

Valerie leaned forward and openly gawked. “Is that what mine looks like, too?”

“Every woman is unique in some ways, but the basics are the same.” I loved how she couldn’t take her eyes off my cunt. “So you know about the vagina down here.” I moved my index finger to my opening and slipped a fingertip into my hole. “My son had his penis in yours the other day, if you remember.”

She laughed. “Oh, believe me, I remember!”

“Then just above that you have your inner labia.” I moved my moistened finger upward, caressing my fleshy flaps as I did. “Follow your pussy lips up to where they come together and you’ll find a little nub up near the top.” My whole body shivered when my touch reached my happy spot. I had the distinct sense that it would only take a matter of seconds to make myself cum. “This is your clit. It’s very sensitive, and it gets hard when you’re excited.”

“I’m pretty excited right now,” she confessed.

“Good, that should make it easier to find. But hold on a sec before you do.” I got up and went to my dresser, grabbed my hand mirror, and quickly returned to the bed. “Open up your legs,” I instructed gently.

Valerie did as she was told without hesitation. I held the mirror so it reflected her pussy back to her. She giggled when she saw herself like that. I was always surprised that more women didn’t look at themselves down there like this. I was checking out my coochie in the mirror before I even hit puberty.

“Now spread yourself open just like I did.” Her fingers were shaking as she parted her hairless outer lips.

It was my turn to openly gawk. Yes, I’d been with a woman that one time, but the lighting was low, I was nervous, and I definitely didn’t get a view like the one I was being treated to now. I’d seen Valerie’s pussy the other day, but I didn’t have an opportunity to take it all in.

First thing I noticed was that she was wet. Very wet. Unlike mine, her pussy juice had a creamy whiteness to it. Mine was mostly clear. I had to wonder if it tasted different, too. Her inner lips were slightly bigger than mine, meatier and darker along the edges. Her skin was a light mocha, but her intimate inner flesh was just as pink as my own.

“Find your vagina,” I said. My throat had gone dry, causing my voice to sound raspy. I watched as she tentatively moved a finger to her opening. “There it is, good. Maybe you’ll want to get that finger a little wet.”

Valerie gave half a giggle before dipping her finger into her slippery hole. I was dying to stick my fingers in there as well, but I bit my lip and forced myself to behave.

“This feels so weird,” she said breathily. “But also good.”

“Follow your pussy lips up, just like that, and see if you can find your clit.”

Her trembling finger traveled up the length of her slit. “There? Is that it, right here? I think I feel it. Yeah, and it’s kind of hard like you said.” She explored the area, zeroing in on her button. Her hips jerked slightly. “Oh, wow, that is sensitive.” Her eyes alternated between the mirror and looking directly down at her pussy. The way her back was hunched as she probed herself was one of the most erotic images I’d seen in a while. “Now what?”

“Your clitoris is one of the main keys to having an orgasm. But you really have to get to know it. The best way to do that is to masturbate.”

“Show me what I have to do.”

I wasn’t about to pass up an invitation like that. I put the mirror aside and moved in closer.

“There are all different ways to do it. Grinding on your stuffed toy is one way, but that can take a long time. It’s usually quicker if you use your fingers to play with your clit.” I couldn’t maintain my pedantic discipline any longer. I reached between her legs and found her clit with the tip of my finger.

There was a sharp intake of breath, but Valerie didn’t object. “Oh, okay…yeah…”

“Some girls are too sensitive for direct contact, so they rub along the side. Like this.” I gently stroked the furrow of her pussy just next to her clit, the side of my finger making only the slightest contact with her stiff nubbin.

“Mmm, that’s like when I’d fuck Teddy, but better.”

I moved my touch to the other side of her clit and continued. Her hips began to shift in time with my small motions. It dawned on me suddenly that I was most certainly going to witness this adorable girl having her very first orgasm. I should have felt ashamed of myself, but instead I was irrepressibly proud that I had the privilege of being her mentor in this huge step in her life.

“Girls who can handle a little more can do all sorts of different things. You can do it in circles.” I ran my fingertip around her clit. “You can go side to side.” I diddled her left to right and right to left. “You can go up and down.” As I demonstrated that technique, she let out the cutest little moan. “Or you can invent your own style.”

“And that’s all I have to do to have an orgasm?”

“That’s half of it. A big part of a woman’s orgasm is mental. If your head isn’t into it, then it doesn’t matter what you do to your pussy.”

Valerie nodded, but I had the sense she didn’t really understand. I reluctantly took my fingers away from her erect clit and noticed that more cream was dribbling from her hole. My sheets were going to be soaked by the time we were done here.

“Can you show me?” she asked in a small voice. “Can you do it to yourself so I see what it’s supposed to look like, then I’ll copy you.”

“Sure, I suppose we can try it that way.” At that point I didn’t care about the best way for her to learn, all I wanted to do was cum. “Let me lie down, and you get down where you can see everything.”

I arranged myself so my head was on my pillows and my legs were splayed open wide. Valerie positioned herself between my legs on her knees.

“Ready?” I knew I didn’t need to ask, but it seemed the thing to do. She nodded enthusiastically and I ventured even further down the slippery slope. “I like to start by playing with my tits a little.” My hands went to my boobs. “I tease my nipples, feel how soft they are, pinch them until they’re nice and hard. And sometimes, when I’m really horny…” I lifted one of my tits and licked my own nipple.

Valerie let out a surprised gasp. “Oh my God.”

“Can you do that?”

“I never tried.” She must have felt the weight of my expectation. She gathered up one of her boobs in both hands and pushed it upward. It was more difficult for her. Even though she had the size, she didn’t have the sag. She managed to get a lick in, but she wouldn’t be able to suck her own nipples the way that I could.

“I know it feels strange at first, but sometimes it’s just what you need.” I gave my other nipple a quick suckle, then ran my hands down my body. “Touch yourself everywhere that feels good. This is part of getting your mind in the right place. Focus on your body, on every little sensation. Visualize what you’re doing, what you want to do…what you’re going to do…”

I was becoming lost in myself. I didn’t want to spend the attention to analyze it in the moment, but I was vaguely aware that this was different than when I did it in front of Gary. As good as it was, those felt more like performances. It was definitely good for me, but I was doing it more for his gratification than anything else. With Valerie, it was more like it was when I was alone and merely serving myself. Yes, I was doing it to teach her, but it felt like this one was just for me.

“When you can’t hold back any longer, that’s when you touch your pussy.” My hand snaked down between my legs and found my warm wet cunt. “You can use your pussy juices to get your fingers slippery, or you can lick them.” I did both to demonstrate, slipping two fingers into my pussy hole, then putting those same fingers into my mouth.

“By this time your clit will be so hard that you’ll be dying to touch it.” I did just that and my back arched when I did. “Remember, this is how I play with myself, but you might find a way that feels better for you.” I began stroking my clit with the first two fingers of my right hand. My index finger was nestled along the left side of my clitty, and my middle along the right. I rubbed myself up and down slowly at first, then quicker. “Can you see how I’m doing it?”

“Mostly,” she hedged. “It’s a little hard to see because of all the hair down there.”

“Go ahead and spread my lips open so you can get a better look.” I opened my legs wider as she put her hands to either side of my slit and spread me open.

“Okay, wow, now I can see everything.”

“That’s good, hold my pussy open just like that.” It was all I could do not to cum instantly. “See my clit between my fingers?” I pulled back my hood and squeezed so it stood out. Even from my perspective I could see the pink head of my clit sticking up.

“It almost looks like a tiny penis,” she giggled.

“That’s exactly what your clit is, sweetie. That’s my cock you’re looking at. And we can jerk off our little cocks just like the guys do.” I began rubbing myself more vigorously.

“Guys do that a lot, don’t they? Jerk off, I mean.”

“Yes, they do. I think it’s easier for boys to figure out what to do with their penis because it’s just hanging out there and getting big and hard all the time.”

“Do you think Gary jerks off a lot?”

I could feel this girl’s warm breath caressing my inner thigh as she spoke. It seemed impossible that I was masturbating my pussy practically in her face, but that’s exactly what was happening. I had the urge to grab her head and pull her face into my cunt.

“I’m sure he does.” I lifted my hips up a bit, bringing my pussy dangerously close to her mouth. She didn’t take the hint. “I do his laundry and there’s dried cum on everything. Even more lately since he started hanging out with you.”

Valerie tittered at this, happy to know that she provided inspiration for many of my son’s vigorous beat off sessions. I thought about how cute he looked with his hard cock in his fist, pounding away on his thick pole of flesh, that longing look in his eye as he worked himself toward carnal satisfaction.

“I’d like to see him doing it,” she said as she readjusted her fingers and spread me wider.

“I’m sure he’d love to stroke his cock for you,” I practically moaned the words, wishing he was there jacking off to me masturbating for his girlfriend. “It’s so sexy seeing all that hot cum shooting out of his big cock. Of, fuck! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!” My hand was going wild on my pussy as I rubbed my clit like mad. I was no longer giving a lesson as I passionately worked my fingers over my clit in a frantic blur.

I grunted shamelessly as my body twisted from side to side. Valerie wasn’t able to keep me spread, but she was transfixed as I helplessly flailed through the throes of my orgasm. By the time I calmed down, her eyes were still wide and her jaw was still dropped.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That must have felt awesome for you.”

“So awesome,” I gasped. “Ready to give it a try?”

She nodded enthusiastically, and we switched places. My head was still spinning, but I managed to get between this sweet girls legs and focus on her clean-shaven pussy.

“Okay, so…should I just start touching myself down there, or…?”

Her nervous shyness was adorable. “Do whatever you’re comfortable with,” I encouraged softly. “Do what makes you feel good.”

Valerie brushed her fingers lightly over her already aroused nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed as her mind and body reacted to the delicate sensation. I suspected she was starting with her tits only because it was what I had done, but what she really wanted was to go straight for your cunt. As she caressed her breasts, my gaze ranged over her lithe, young body. I pictured my son naked with her. His hands roaming over her mocha skin. His tongue and lips teasing her intimate creases. His hard cock straining to get inside her…anywhere inside her.

Her hand moved haltingly down her body toward her bald slit. Without invitation, I reached between her legs and gently parted her pussy lips for her. There was a surprised intake of breath, then a feathery moan of delight.

“Start by getting your fingers wet,” I whispered.

She could have licked them, but she instead went for her pussy hole. There, she gathered a generous portion of the creamy fluid that was dribbling from within.

“Now find your clit again. It should be easier this time, I can see its little head poking up.”

Valerie giggled, partly embarrassed, partly proud. Her trembling fingers followed the contours of her inner lips up to her stiff bud. Her whole body shuddered when she touched herself there. My own cunt began pulsing with desire even though I had just finished cumming a minute earlier. I tried to focus on guiding her and not on my own building lust.

“That’s it, sweetie, you’re doing good. Now stroke your clit nice and slow. Try it different ways and see what feels best for you.” I continued holding her pussy open as she experimented with herself. Up and down. Direct and indirect contact. One finger, two, then three. Side to side. Little circles. Big circles. Faster. Harder. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and jerked it a few times. Her clit was just big enough to be able to do that. I was envious, no longer able to know the joys of discovering yourself for the first time.

With three fingers held straight and her pinky lifted out of the way, she strummed her touch back and forth across the top of her pussy. Her body writhed just enough to enhance the motion.

“I like this,” she breathed. “Yeah…this feels really good.”

“Then just keep doing that, sweetheart.” I was glad she’d found her technique, but disappointed that it was one that blocked so much of my view of her beautiful cunt. I consoled myself by leaning in and taking a deep breath. The scent of her sex filled my senses and sent a warm chill down my back. “Focus on how good it feels. Concentrate on your pussy and let everything else disappear.”

“This is so weird,” she said after a few moments.

I looked up to see her smiling down at me. “Am I distracting you? I could let you finish by yourself if you need to be alone for this.”

“No, it’s not that,” she said, much to my relief. “I like that you’re watching. It’s more that I’ve been so afraid of touching myself like this for so long, and now that I’m doing it, it doesn’t feel like a sin at all.” Her fingers slid down and brought more of her creamy juices up to her hard clit. “It feels like the opposite of a sin, like God made us this way just for this purpose.”

“I think you may be onto something there.” I didn’t tell her that if I did believe there was such a thing, that what we were doing would be the dictionary definition of sin.

“You can spread me a little more…if you want.” She bit her lower lip after saying this and I thought I could detect a blush rising in her cheeks. I did as she wanted and stared longingly at the open hole that my son had so recently de-viginized. It was practically begging for me to shove my tongue into it.

“Like that?” I checked, trying to keep my attention on her needs and away from my own.

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed and continued working her clit. The wet sound of her fingers running side to side over her soft flesh was entrancing. This was punctuated with small, breathy moans that gave me goosebumps. “I want to ask you something, Mrs…,sorry, Joanne.”

“Ask me anything.”

“You said Gary looks sexy when his cock cums.” Her fingers didn’t miss a beat as she spoke. “Does that mean you’ve seen him cum before?”

“Um…” I was suddenly rethinking my ask-me-anything offer. Did I really say I’d seen my son cum? I was in the middle of having an orgasm, I had no idea what exactly I said. I wanted to lie, I should lie. It wasn’t entirely my secret to share. Gary would probably kill me if I told his girlfriend half of the things we’d been doing lately. I needed to change the subject…quick!

“I saw my brother cum once,” Valerie volunteered before I could say anything. “I heard a noise through the air vent that’s been the girls’ bedroom and the boys’. I got up on a chair and was able to kinda see through into their room. My older brother Paolo was in there naked. He was pulling on his cock. It was the first time I’d seen a hard one. I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I did. I had a funny feeling between my legs and I wanted to keep watching to see what would happen.”

Valerie’s hand was moving faster, pressing harder. Her free hand went to one of her full breasts and squeezed. She licked her lips and continued with eyes closed, lost in the memory.

“He was gripping it so tight I thought he was hurting himself at first. His hand went up and down really fast and it made a kind of slapping sound. I could see his balls bouncing around and everything. Paolo was looking at something on his phone…a text from a girl, maybe, I don’t know. I was squeezing my thighs together really tight, but I was afraid to touch myself even though I wanted to so bad. Oh, Paolo…”

She wasn’t in the room with me anymore. She was standing on that chair and doing to herself what she had desperately wanted to do in that moment of guilty voyeurism.

“I knew it was wrong to watch him do that. He’s my brother. It was a sin what he was doing, and an even bigger sin what I was doing. God could see that I was doing something bad, but I couldn’t stop. My brother fell back on his bed and all of the sudden white stuff started shooting out of his cock. I didn’t know what it was then, but it looked beautiful to me. He looked like he was in pain, and I somehow knew that what was happening to him actually felt really good.”

Her words were spilling out of her almost too fast for me to understand her. Her hips were bouncing on the bed to match the rhythm of her fingers. She was going at herself like crazy. I wondered how much longer she could keep it up before the floodgates gave way.

“I watched my brother jerk off,” she confessed loudly. “I watched him cum and I liked it.” She was liberating herself with these declarations. “I think about his cock all the time. I think about his cum!” Valerie had lost control. She may have even forgotten I was there for all I could tell. “I want his cum! I want him to shoot it all over me. I want my brother’s cum on my tits, on my face, in my mouth. I want to taste his cum! Cum on me, Paolo! Cum all over your bad little sister! Ohhhhh! Fuuuuuuuck!”

With that her ass lifted high off the bed. Her pussy was up in front of my face, only inches away. I saw her asshole and vagina convulsing as she came with an intensity that I hadn’t expected from a first-timer. Gobs of creamy fluid pulsed out of her cunt hole and oozed down between her cheeks, drooling down onto my bedsheets below. It was a magical thing to witness.

When she finally collapsed onto the mattress, I realized I’d been holding my breath through it all. I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the dizzy sensation that swirled through my brain. Valerie was panting heavily, her hand cupped protectively over her mound. I just knelt there in the nude, not quite knowing what to do next.

Her eyes opened and she saw me looking at her. She grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face.

“Oh, God.” I could barely hear this muffled groan through the pillow. “No, no, no. That didn’t just happen. Please, no.”

My heart sank. I touched her lightly on her calf and she turned away from me, curling into a tight ball. That hurt.

“Valerie, it’s okay. I don’t want you to have any regrets about this. It’s not a sin to give yourself pleasure–”

She tossed the pillow aside, exasperated. “It’s not that, Mrs. Harden. Can you just pretend that I didn’t say any of those things?”

“You mean those things you said about your brother?”

She cringed and clapped her hands over her ears. “I didn’t say those things,” she insisted. “I never said any of that out loud.”

I patted her bare thigh. This time she didn’t flinch away. “I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah, right.” She opened one eye and looked to see if I was being serious. “You must think I’m a total freak, or something.”

“No, not at all,” I assured her while letting my hand wander up to her perfectly proportioned backside. “I’m glad you said those things about your brother because it makes it easier to answer your question.”

“My question?”

“About me seeing Gary cum.” My heart began beating faster in anticipation of my own confession. “I have seen my son masturbating…on several occasions now. And, yes, I’ve seen him cum.” It was scary hearing myself saying these things out loud. I had a good idea now of exactly what Valerie was feeling.

“Does he know?”

“When we moved into this apartment, it quickly became obvious that any sort of privacy was going to be next to impossible. Instead of fighting it, we gave up trying and adopted a kind of open door policy around here.”

“So…you guys are, like, nudists?”

“I don’t really think of it like that, but…”

“But, Gary has seen you naked?”

I nodded, feeling the blush now come into my cheeks.

“And you’ve seen him naked.” She was putting together the picture in her head as she spoke. “You’ve also seen him jerking off…but not because you were spying on him…?”

“No, I wasn’t spying.” My voice came out soft, and a little ashamed. It wasn’t in her tone, but her words felt like an accusation.

“Gary knew you were watching and he jerked off in front of you…in front of his mom.” She made it sound so dirty saying it like that. I drew my hand away from her and held my fist in my lap. “And what about you?”

“Me?”

She rolled onto her back. “Did he see you?” She opened her legs. The tip of her clit was still just visible peeking out from between swollen lips.

I nodded, but knew this wouldn’t suffice. “Yes, he has seen me. I let my son watch me masturbate. Quite a lot, actually” My voice cracked. “I should have never let it go that far. I’m a horrible mother, the worst.” I caught the sob in my chest, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“I don’t think you’re horrible.” Valerie began playing with herself, ignoring how distraught I was becoming. “I bet Gary really likes watching you. You have a super hot body, Mrs. Harden.”

“Just because he likes it, doesn’t make it right. I’m his mother.”

“But you like it, too, don’t you?”

I couldn’t deny that. “Yes. I can’t wait to get home from work so the two of us can masturbate together. It’s pathetic when you think about it. Pathetic and sick.”

“As sick as watching your brother jerk off, then fantasizing about him cumming all over you for the next two years?” Valerie was holding her clit again and tugging on it like it was a tiny cock. “I think it’s hot that you two do that in front of each other. Maybe that’s why I got so turned on around Gary in the first place. I didn’t know what it was about him, but now maybe I do.”

“I don’t know,” I buried my face in my hands. “I’m so confused.”

“I know something that you’re not confused about.” Valerie’s foot nudged one of my arms and I uncovered my face. “I see how you look at me.” She used her fingers to spread herself open. “I see how you’ve been looking at my pussy. It’s like you want to taste it, or something. Is that what you want, Mrs. Harden? Do you want to taste my pussy?”

She was offering herself to me on a silver platter. I couldn’t help but look a the treat she was lewdly presenting for the taking. Her meaty lips were thick with arousal. Her juices were smeared all over between her legs, making puffy bare skin shimmer. Her clit seemed to be reaching out to me, her hole beckoning my tongue to fill it.

“I do, Valerie, but…you’re my son’s girlfriend. I can’t. I…”

“Yes you can. I want you to, Mrs. Harden. You gave me what I wanted, and now I can give you what you want. You want to eat my cunt, and I want you to. Please.”

My head was full of the thousand reasons not to do it, but I was leaning in before any rational thought could emerge from that mental maelstrom. I reached out my tongue, anticipating the pungent tang of this girl’s cum juices, ready to indulge in a depraved kind of hedonism that I’d never expected I would lower myself to experience. Whatever happened to the normal, boring, conservative suburban wife and mother I had been only a few months ago?

“Mom?”

My head snapped up from between those young thighs before I could taste my reward to see Gary standing in my open doorway looking bewildered and angry at the same time.

“What the fuck!”

Yes, that about summed things up. What the fuck, indeed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chapter 17 >>

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Erotica Interruptus

I know I left you all hanging on a couple of my stories, as well as a few stories from my sensuous guest writers. While I may be a bit slow in getting caught up, I will be doing my best to get Open Door Policy rolling again, and finally finish up the last chapter of My Daughter’s Dildo.

In the meantime, I’ve posted the next installment of New Rules so you can all find out what lines this horny family crosses next. I can’t stop thinking about how hot it would be for parents to be able to openly watch their teens sexually experimenting with each other. I can only imagine what a turn on it would be to fuck and suck my husband in front of my daughters some day in the future. I can picture them fingering themselves like crazy as they gawk at me riding up and down on Daddy’s big, hard cock, each one hoping I’ll invite them to take a turn on it when Mommy’s done.

Okay, I’m getting off track! Focus, Rachael, focus. There’s a few more chapters to cum in Boxfan’s New Rules story, and I’m going to go through my files and refresh myself on what else I have waiting in the wings to be published (I know I have a couple more installments of Annie’s biographical hotwife story to post). I’m shocked at how rusty I’ve gotten while I was away at this whole blog thing, so please give me a prod if you spot anything that I’ve screwed up now that I’m back, or if I’ve forgotten something from before that I need to be reminded about.

If any of my depraved guest writers have anything new they want to share, please let me know. And, if you’re a first-time or wannabe writer with something nasty that you’d like to publish at the site, don’t be shy about letting me know!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My Cum Back

Yeah, I guess I’m sorta, kinda back. I really missed playing in this naughty little sandbox of ours, and the summer seemed to drag by without the secret joys of sharing perversions with all my friends here. The demands on my time have shifted recently, and it’s looking like I might have a bit of free time that I can devote to expressing my pent up horniness.

Now that both my kids will be in school full-time, I’ve taken on a part-time job during “Mother’s Hours.” I have mixed feelings about this as it will be a good opportunity for me to do something worthwhile in the world (and make a little money in the process), but it also means that I won’t have the freedom to play with my porn the way I used to. I’m hoping that I will at least be able to set aside some time a couple mornings a week to do some writing and/or blogging. I was never prolific enough to keep up with all the smut my dirty mind produced, but I’m going to try to at least get some of my filthy thoughts out of my head and into the world.

It felt so good to write the previous post about me using my sleeping husband’s cock like my own personal fuck stick. I got so fucking wet while working on that and I went crazy on my cunt as soon as I had posted it, cumming three or four times right in a row while sitting in front of my computer thinking about who might be out there stroking off and cumming while reading about my experience. I’d almost forgotten how much of a thrill it is to send my raunchy words out into the world knowing that there was a chance that someone might masturbate to them.

Anyway, I’m going to back as much as I can, which may not be a lot. I can’t make any solid promises just yet as I don’t really know how this new schedule/life is going to play out. I’ll do my best, but I’m counting on you all to be more patient with me than usual as far as me not being able to pump out porn at the rate we’d both prefer.

Okay, enough jibber-jabber! I have to pull my panties down and get to work on “Open Door Policy 16”!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Night Moves

I woke up at 3 am feeling horny. I thought about sneaking downstairs and masturbating to some porn, but I was feeling too lazy to get out of bed. I started playing with my nipples and rubbing myself through my panties. I thought about seeing my husband’s cock as he got undressed for bed. I reached around and found his soft penis in the dark. I fondled him, feeling his balls, his limp shaft, and the smooth curves of his head. He started to get hard in his sleep.

As I worked my panties down he rolled onto his back. He wasn’t really awake, but was responding to the sensations of me gently working his dick. By the time he was fully stiff, my pussy was absolutely soaked. I climbed on top of him and his cock slipped inside of me just like that. I squeezed his hardness with my cunt and chills ran up my back.

I began grinding my hips, riding him real slow. He was still mostly asleep, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to use his cock to get myself off, that’s all I needed. I put my middle finger in my mouth to get it wet, then reached around and began to play with my asshole. I usually only do this to myself when I’m masturbating alone, which I was almost sort of doing. I slid my finger into my ass and those chills came back. I quietly fucked his cock while I fucked my own asshole.

I felt my husband’s hands on my hips. He was aware of what was going on by that point, but he kept his eyes closed and wasn’t moving otherwise. Perfect. I wanted to use him as my living sex doll. I pumped my cunt up and down his cock like it was nothing more than a flesh dildo. I didn’t have to think about pleasing him, just about making myself feel good. Nothing else mattered.

I got close, then eased off. My finger wiggled in my butt and I got so turned on by the idea that he had no idea I was finger fucking my asshole right then. I pushed down on him as far as I could, feeling the tip of his cock pressing against the deepest parts of me. I turned my hips in slow rotations, hitting the right spot with each turn, pressing my clit hard against him.

My orgasm came on slowly and lasted longer than normal – almost too long! Fuck, that felt good. I stayed on top of him, clenching and releasing my cunt muscles around his hard prick until I gave myself a second slow-rolling xtended cum. He was making soft moaning sounds and I knew he was close to getting off, too.

I didn’t want him to do it inside me. As much as I like when he does, I had places to be in the morning where it wouldn’t be convenient to have cum leaking out of my pussy and soaking my panties (or dribbling down my thigh). I lifted myself off of him and took his cock in my mouth.

You surely know how much I enjoy sucking cock, but last night I was more into the taste of my own pussy than the feeling of his dick on my tongue. I sucked at him trying to seek out all my juices left on his prick. I imagined how incredible it would be if I could eat my own pussy. I stuck two fingers in my cunt and brought more fresh pussy juice up to my mouth. After about a minute of me alternating between his cock and my slick fingers, he tensed and shot his load down my throat. I swallowed it all, making sure there would be no mess to clean up.

I pulled the covers up over him and he was back asleep in a matter of seconds. My clit was still pulsing, which meant I wasn’t finished. I lay there with my legs spread wide lightly diddling my clitty while I continued to feast on my own flavors. I rubbed some pussy cum on my nipples and tried to lick it off. I was barely able to swipe the tip of my tongue across the tips of my nipples. Damn, I which I could totally suck my own tits! I went back to scooping out as much lady jizz as I could and sucking it off my fingers. I ended up cumming twice more, once with three fingers in my cunt, and once with two buried in my asshole.

After that, I fell back to sleep without any trouble and had pleasant dreams for the rest of the night.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~