Jerk Off Buddies

The last thing I expected when my dad walked in and caught me jerking off was for him to pull out his cock and join me. It was weird at first, but I was also really turned on by it. I was embarrassed that my dick was so much smaller than my father’s, then he made me feel better by telling me that his was the same size when he was my age. And he also seemed to really like the way mine looked. It became a regular thing every Saturday when Mom would take my little sister to her dance class that Dad would come to my room and we’d jerk off together. Sometimes we looked at porn, but mostly we just looked at each other’s cock while we beat off. One day, Dad asked me to cum on his hard dick. I did and then he used my jizz like lube to finish jacking off. I still liked girls, and my dad told me it was okay to mess around with other guys and that didn’t make you gay. I loved watching him stroke his huge cock and play with his big balls. Sometimes he would tell me about how he fucked my mom the night before or how she swallowed his massive load. It made me cum harder than ever when he told me about what a horny slut my mom was in the bedroom. One day he even showed me a picture of my mom’s tits and pussy. We both jerked off to those pictures and came all over the place. He let me keep them and I whack off to my mom’s naked body just about every night. Next Saturday I’m going to try to work up the courage to ask my dad if I can touch his cock. I can’t stop thinking about how awesome it would be to give him a handjob and make him cum. Even though I like girls, I think I might even want to try sucking my father’s big cock and seeing what it would feel like. I’m so glad Dad caught me playing with myself that day, and I hope we never stop jerking off together!

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Oops, I Did It Again

I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately (aside from my fingers, a couple dildos, my husband’s cock, and the occasional zucchini), but I’ve been flirting too close to the danger zone lately. I can’t seem to stop masturbating in public!

I got myself off at my new job again yesterday. I don’t want to go into detail, but I’m working part-time a few days a week at a small retail boutique while my kids are in school. Last week I was bored and horny. I had on a nice wrap dress and no stockings, which made it easy to slip off my panties and stow them away in my purse. Once I’d done that, it was only a matter of time before I had to finger myself. I thought about ducking into the little back room, but then I wouldn’t be able to see if anyone was coming. I tried our tiny dressing room, leaving the curtain open just enough for me to watch the front door, but the mirror proved to be too much of a distraction – I couldn’t stop watching my fingers disappearing into my pussy again and again.

I ended up standing behind a low set of display shelves where I could see out the front window, but no one could see what was going on from my tits down. I stood there masturbating as people walked by never suspecting that I was making myself cum just inside the innocent shop they were passing up. I had a fantastic orgasm, but immediately chastised myself for being such a stupid fool.

It was bad enough playing with my pussy outside on my hike, but at least if I was caught outdoors there would be no easy way to identify me. Getting caught flicking my clit by a customer at work was sure to have very bad repercussions. I swore to myself that I would never do that again! I made it through two shifts, then yesterday I broke down.

I was wearing pants with the assumption that if I didn’t have easy access to my lady parts that it would deter me. Of course, the fact that I was thinking along these lines only meant I was doomed to repeat my perverted public transgression. It was another slow day, and I tried to distract myself with busy work, but I only got hornier the more I tried to resist doing anything naughty. It didn’t help that I kept playing out the sex scene I’m working on for the last chapter of “My Daughter’s Dildo” over and over again in my head.

After an hour of pressing my hand into my crotch and willing the intensifying ache down there to go away, I finally gave in. I went behind the display, unbutton my slacks, and tucked my hand down inside my panties. My cunt was hot and wet, just like I knew it would be. My whole body shuddered when I slid my finger down between my lips and into my fuck hole. This was bad…so fucking wonderfully bad.

I began masturbating, determined to rub out a quick one as fast as I could then get myself put back together before any customers came in. What I ended up doing was slowly teasing myself to the point of orgasm, then pulling my hand out when it looked like someone might be heading toward the shop. When they’d veer off to another destination, I would wiggle my hand back down between my legs and start all over again. It was a ridiculously fun little game.

Eventually I reached the point of no return. This meant my pants and panties were down around my thighs, my feet were set wide, and I was crouching slightly as I banged away at my dripping twat. And of course I was spouting nonsense dirty talk as I approach my climax. To a man getting out of his car: “You have no idea I’m in here playing with my cunt right now!” To a woman stopped outside my window on her cell phone: “You wanna eat this pussy, don’t you? You want me to squat on your mouth and cum all over your face, you fucking slut.” To the couple sitting on the bench: “How you’d like to see him shove his hard cock in my asshole? You’d just love to watch him fill me with cum then suck it out of my ass, wouldn’t you?”

Yeah, so there was a lot of that sort of stuff flying out of my mouth, most of it less articulate than I’ve portrayed it here. I ended up cumming while chanting “Fuckmycunt” over and over again. My knees all but gave way as I marveled at how much more intense my orgasms are when I’m cumming somewhere that I’m not supposed to. Instead of pulling my pants up right away, like I should have, I diddled myself to an eye-crossing second climax in less than a minute. That’s when I realized I was really pushing my luck, put my pussy away, licked my fingers clean, and got back to work.

I once again scolded myself for misbehaving and swore I’d never lose control of myself like that again. The consequences of getting caught, especially at work, are just too high. It drives me crazy that this awareness never comes about until after I’m done acting stupid. What is it about being horny that shuts off the rational parts of your brain?

My biggest challenge now will be not to follow through on the terrible idea that popped into my head on the way home and bring one of my vibrators to the shop with me one day next week. Bad, bad, bad idea!

If my family only knew just how fucked up I am…!

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Mom’s Plan Worked


When my mom caught me jerking off to the selfie I found on her phone, I thought I was dead meat. Then she dropped to her knees and started kissing my cock before I could put it away. Nothing ever felt so good as that. She admitted that she’d taken those naked pictures hoping that I’d find them and get excited. “Why do you think I was always leaving my phone behind all the time?” she said just before licking the tip of my cock. Between sucks, Mom told me how she had been snooping on my phone and found the pics I had taken of my dick. I guess they made her so horny that she masturbated to them a bunch of times and made up a plan for me to do the same over her. I couldn’t believe how awesome it felt when my mother sucked practically my whole cock into her mouth. I would have never guessed that my mom could deepthroat like that. “Mommy wants your cum,” she said as she played with my balls and rubbed my dick all over her face. Damn, she was a total slut for my cock! Seconds later I was shooting my load all over my mom’s pretty face. I couldn’t believe it. After she licked some of my jizz off her lips, she looked up at me with a smile and said, “Mommy’s cunt is all wet and ready to fuck, if you want it…” Did I want my mother’s hot pussy? Hell, yes!

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Open Door Policy 17

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 17
by DirtyMindedMom

I’d been caught in the act. I was on my bed between the legs of my son’s naked 16-year-old girlfriend about to lick her pussy. I felt like a guilty teenager who’d been busted doing something naughty.

“Gary? You…you’re not supposed to be home until…until tomorrow…” I stammered as I pointlessly searched for something to cover myself with.

“Dad had an emergency at work and dropped me off,” he distractedly explained. “What’s going on here?”

I knew my son well enough to see that he was more upset than angry, but if I said the wrong thing that would change in an instant.

“It’s nothing bad,” I insisted too strenuously. “Valerie was just wanted to learn some things about sex to make it better when you two are together.”

“And you’re teaching her by eating her pussy behind my back?”

“It didn’t start out like that, but…maybe, a little…yeah…”

“Don’t be mad at your mom,” Valerie spoke up. She hadn’t bothered to close her legs, leaving her pussy on full display for the two of us. “It was all my idea. She was just trying to help me.”

Her words seemed to calm him down slightly.

“You could have said something to me at least. You guys didn’t have to go sneaking around.”

I realized that he was more hurt at not being included than angry about what we were doing. I really couldn’t blame him.

“No, you’re right,” I said. “Valerie was a little embarrassed about asking for my help. She didn’t want you to know that she’d never had an orgasm before and needed your mother to show her how.”

Gary looked shocked. “You mean you didn’t cum the other day when we…?”

Valerie shook her head. “It felt really good, but…no.”

“I…I guess I just assumed…I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault,” Valerie assured him. “I didn’t know what I was doing.” Her hand moved down over her tummy and between her legs. She stroked her pussy and circled a finger around her stiff clit. “But thanks to your mom, I’ve learned a few things.”

His expression had softened, but he still held onto some suspicion.

“Okay, but how is it possible that you don’t know how to have an orgasm?”

I looked at Valerie and rolled my eyes. “It looks like you’re not the only one who has a thing or two to learn about sex.” I turned back to Gary. “Pull your pants down.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me, pull your pants down.” I tried not to smile as he dropped his jeans. “Underwear too.” Me and Valerie were both smiling when he cock made its appearance. “What did you have to do to make your dick hard like that?”

“Do? Nothing. It’s just sort of automatic.”

“Okay, well, it’s not like that for girls. Or for women.” I put aside the bed sheet I had been hiding myself with. “If a boy wants to cum, all you have to do is stroke your cock. It’s more mechanical than anything else. For girls there’s more to it. We don’t get wet at the drop of a hat.” I caressed Valerie’s inner thigh as she continued to toy with her pussy lips.

Gary watched, rendered dumb by what he was seeing.

“A lady’s partner must be attentive to her mind as well as her body.” My fingers moved closer to her pussy. “Does that feel good, Valerie?”

“Yes, Mrs. Harden. It feels amazing.”

“When she understands the connection between what she’s thinking and what she’s feeling, it opens up a window to sensual pleasures she can’t even imagine.” I leaned in and laid a soft kiss on Valerie’s knee. “Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

“I want…” She hesitated for a moment, glancing at her stunned boyfriend before finishing. “I want you to lick me.” Valerie spread her pussy open. “Here.”

I checked with Gary, giving him a chance to object. When he didn’t, I lowered my head between her legs and kissed the girl’s swollen clit. She gasped as her body writhed on the mattress. With feathery lightness, I danced my tongue lightly over her soft lips.

“Oh, fuck…Mrs. Harden…yes!”

I was dizzy with the reality of what I was doing. My nose was filled with her intimate scent. My mouth infused with the flavor of her most private self. My tongue penetrated her sacred opening and the chills ran down my back. Valerie’s fingers intertwined in my hair and she pushed my head against her impassioned vulva.

After a few more seconds of licking and sucking her glorious, bald pussy I backed off.

“Do you want to cum, Valerie?”

“Yes! So bad!”

“Are you going to cum, Valerie?”

“I am. I’m so close!”

I looked over at Gary, who was still standing there with his pants around his ankles. “You want to get in here and finish your girlfriend off for me, stud?”

He nodded, kicked away his pants and boxers, and fell on the bed next to me. He wiggled up between Valerie’s outstretched legs as she moaned in anticipation.

“Start slow,” I advised, stroking his hair, “and pay attention to how she’s reacting. Her body will let you know if she wants it faster or harder. Understand?”

“Yeah, I got it, Mom.”

“Okay, then, let’s see if you can be the first man to make her cum.”

He kissed her clit, following my lead, then clamped his mouth over her pussy. She let out a cry as he began sucking and working his tongue over her most sensitive spots. I had to admire his technique – he must have had a good teacher. I won’t lie and say there wasn’t a momentary pang of jealousy. It should have been Mommy’s pussy he was eating. But I knew I had no right to keep my budding lover all to myself.

While the two of them were distracted, I decided to take the opportunity to do something I’d been thinking about for several days. I carefully climbed up alongside Valerie and gently took one of her nipples into my mouth. Her moan was all I needed to hear to know she was cool with what I was doing. Gary looked up, moving only his eyes, and watched me suckling his girlfriend as he ate her out. He appeared perfectly content to let me have her tits as long as he had her pussy all to himself.

I’d only ever sucked on a woman’s breasts that one time (as long as you didn’t count when I sucked my own). It was all a blur back then, but I distinctly remember liking it. As I swabbed my tongue over this girl’s taut nipple, my hand found her unattended breast and began massaging it. Damn, it all felt so good. Maybe I was more of a lesbian than I ever realized.

Between the two of us, we were able to bring Valerie off in fairly short order. Her orgasm was even more intense than her first one. I worried that maybe we were spoiling her. How could her next boyfriend live up to this? Gary kissed her inner thighs as she slowly floated back down to earth. I tickled my fingers over her belly and breasts, feeling a strong desire to kiss her on the lips but holding back.

“That was incredible, guys,” she sighed once her powers of speech returned to her.

“Glad you liked it,” Gary chirped with a proud grin plastered across his face along with a coating of fresh pussy juice.

“My whole body is electrified.” She ran her hands up her sides and fondled both her tits, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. Could this kid get any sexier?

“Well, I suppose you two want to fuck,” I said as I stood up and slipped on my flimsy robe. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.”

“Wait!” Valerie called out before I left. “Could you put the condom on for us one more time…just to make sure we’re doing it right.”

Something didn’t sound right about this request. They’d managed to use a couple condoms without my help just fine the other day. My pussy pulsed with perverse arousal when I realized that she just wanted to see me handling my son’s cock in front of her. I was liking this girl more and more.

“I’m always here to help,” I said with a smile and fished a condom out of my nightstand. I had put a few in there the other day just in case things got out of control between me and my boy. I wasn’t planning on ever fucking him, but there was an awful lot happening lately that I hadn’t exactly planned on.

“Get over here, sweetie. Let Mom gift wrap that big penis of yours.” I could tell he got a charge out of me calling it big, especially in front of his girlfriend.

Gary stood on the mattress (I really was going to have to get a proper bed one of these days) and presented me with his exceedingly hard cock. I opened the slippery little package and placed the rubber against the tip of his erection. Valerie watched the process from below. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated with passion, as she toyed with her clit.

I lovingly cupped my son’s balls and slowly rolled the latex sheath down the length of his penis. I made sure it was on snug, then wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and gave him a few strokes to test the fit. “How does that feel, honey.”

“Pretty good, Mom.” He didn’t move, obviously wanting a few more strokes. “Really fucking good, actually.”

I was dying to rip the condom off and suck him until he filled my mouth with hot spunk, but I’d already intruded enough for one day. “I want you to fuck Valerie’s pussy extra good today, got it? And you’re not allowed to cum until she does.” I gave his balls one last jiggle before turning to Valerie. “If he cums before you, I want you to tell me so I can punish him, alright?”

“I will, Mrs. Harden,” she answered with a giggle.

“Good. Now get your cock inside that cunt before she finishes without you.” I slapped my boy’s bare ass as I headed out. “Oops, one more thing.” I went back to my nightstand and fetched my vibrator, the large one. “Mommy’s cunt needs some attention, too!”

Gary was already on top of her and humping away by the time I got to the hallway. I, of course, left the door wide open. If they really wanted any privacy let them close it. “And be careful yout two, I’m too young to be a grandmother.”

I went to Gary’s bedroom, dropped my robe, and got down onto his mattress. I listened to the increasingly noisy lovemaking in the next room and fucked myself with the big, plastic cock. I could hear them clearly enough that I was able to match my plunging thrusts with the slap of flesh on flesh of the two horny teens just around the corner. If I closed my eyes, it was easy to imagine that it was my son’s cock pounding into me instead of a fake dick.

I thought about how Valerie had reverted to calling me Mrs. Harden instead of Joanne like I had told her she could. It seemed strange, given how intimate we had become, but I realized that there was something to it. Valerie obviously got off on calling me Mrs. Harden. She didn’t want to obscure the fact that I was her boyfriend’s mother, not a friend. I had to admit it turned me on when she addressed me using my formal name like that. I shoved the device deep inside and switch on the vibrations.

Valerie’s screaming orgasm was quickly followed by Gary’s guttural grunts of release. Good boy. My own wails of pleasure marked my solo climax for all to hear. While I waited for the changing of the condom, I pulled a pair of my soiled panties out from under my son’s pillow. I sniffed at the crust of cum he had deposited on them over the course of the past week. There was nothing else quite like it. As the young couple started going at it again, I fingered my heated twat and continued sniffing my own jizz-caked undies.

It was another hour before they were finally sated. I was on the sofa when Valerie emerged from my bedroom looking flushed and glowing. I had on my little robe, but I hadn’t bothered to tie it closed. Valerie openly leered at my exposed naughty bits as she approached, slinging her backpack over one shoulder.

“Thanks for everything, Mrs. Harden,” she said sweetly, as if I’d done nothing more than bake them some cookies. “I was thinking…if it’s not too much trouble…maybe I could come by sometime for another lesson? There’s still a lot I need to learn.”

A warm tingle spread through my chest, but I tried not to appear as eager as I felt. “You should discuss that with Gary. I’d be happy to help you, but no more sneaking behind his back.”

“I’m sure he’ll be cool with it. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Her gaze slid down to my naked tits, then dipped lower to my dark bush, looking somewhat disappointed that our lessons couldn’t continue right then and there. “And you’ll have to show me how that thing works.” She nodded toward the big, cock-shaped vibrator sitting dormant on the coffee table.

“Sure thing.” The image of me jamming my dildo into her hot little cunt suddenly got my juices flowing all over again. Damn these kids!

Valerie leaned over and surprised me with a kiss on the lips. And it wasn’t just a friendly peck. She held it, the tips of her long hair tickling over my bare nipples. I felt the barest touch of her tongue just before she pulled away. It was all I could do not to throw her down on the floor and ravage the bitch on the spot.

“When Gary wakes up, tell him he was great.” With that her tight ass was out the door. I grabbed the dildo and went at my thoroughly soaked pussy once again. Two orgasms later I was feeling completely drained and pretty much ended up passing out with my legs spread wide and my toy still buried in my fuck hole.

When I came to it was getting dark outside and someone was softly sucking my clit. I looked down to see Gary between my legs; naked, of course. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of him leisurely nibbling and licking my pussy. Something felt weird. I opened my eyes and saw that my tits were covered in cum.

“Did you jerk off on me while I was sleeping?”

“You looked so sexy, I didn’t have a choice.” He pushed the dildo into me as his tongue teased my stiffening nub.

“You should have woke me up and cum in my mouth,” I complained. “I’ve been wanting to suck my baby’s cock all day.” I scooped up some of his thinning semen and licked it from my finger.

“We got all night, Mom.” He pumped the dildo in and out. “And all day tomorrow.” Another pump. “And the rest of our lives.”

I relaxed, looking down at my son lapping contented at his mother’s cunt, and contemplated the depth of my depravity. What would people think if they could see me now? I gathered more of my boy’s cum from my nipple and savored it. My soon to be ex-husband would lose his shit if he knew his son was taking care of my pussy better than he ever had. The people at work would be disgusted to learn that I was addicted to sucking my boy’s beautiful cock and eating his sperm. My parents would disown me if they ever found out I not only helped their grandson fuck his girlfriend, but wanted to fuck him myself. I was the quintessential definition of a despicable monster by every rule of society, and yet I’d never known a greater sense of love and fulfillment in my life. Plus, I’d never seen my son happier. I watched him between my legs, luxuriating in his oral explorations of the warm, wet passage that delivered him into this world. He adored his mother’s cunt, and why should he be denied access to that one place that was so meaningful to him?

I loved my son. I loved him in a way that no other woman ever could. Why should my love be forced to stop at some arbitrary boundary? Why couldn’t I love all of him. I should be able to love his cock as much as I do his smile, or the compassionate glimmer in his eyes. Why do I have to limit the expression of my love for all of him? I should be able to love him with my mouth, and my hand, and, most of all, the tender embrace of my pussy. Would any mother refuse her son’s natural desires if it wasn’t for the strictures placed on us by a jealous society?

A low-grade orgasm rumbled through me as Gary fucked and sucked my pussy with patient devotion. It was a glorious gift for me, but I knew it was also a gratifying accomplishment for him to give his mother the kind of satisfaction that only a man could provide.

“Did you just have an orgasm, Mom?”

“Mmm, yes I did, sweetheart. That was so good.”

“I tried something different, but I wasn’t sure it would work.”

“Oh, trust me, darling, it worked. You’re turning out to be quite the skillful cunt licker, aren’t you?”

“It’s easy when the cunt I’m licking is yours.”

“Such a little suck up. Come up here and give Mommy a hug.”

Gary climbed up on top of me and we embraced. I hadn’t felt this kind of thrill at the touch of my bare skin against a man’s since I was a teenager. He snuggled against me and the smell of his sweat combined with the stink of sex almost made my head spin. His hardness lay against my inner thigh as we hugged. It would only take the barest of movements from either of us for him to end up inside me. I wondered if he would take the initiative and shove his cock into my pussy, but I didn’t dare encourage it.

“It looked like Valerie really liked the way you ate her pussy,” I mentioned to distract myself.

“Yeah, that was pretty wild. It was weird how she tasted totally different than you. Hers was good, but I like yours better.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I tried to play off his compliment, but it made me feel good to hear it. “You like fucking her, don’t you?”

“Of course! What’s not to like? We did it twice the regular way, and then we tried doggy style. I didn’t know it would feel so different doing it like that.” He kissed my neck and gave me goosebumps. “You like it from behind, Mom?”

“Sure. From behind, on top, sideways. As long as there’s a cock in me, I’m happy.”

“Damn, you’re such a dirty slut.” He reached up and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues played against one another for a while as he groped my cum-slicked chest.

“I’m sorry I went behind your back and messed around with your girlfriend like I did. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He shifted his weight and I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hairy mound

“It’s okay. She explained what happened and I actually think it’s all pretty hot. I won’t lie though, I was shocked that you were about to go down on her when I walked in. I had no idea my mom was a hardcore carpet muncher.”

I spanked his ass and pinched his cheek for good measure. “It’s not my fault you picked a girl with an irresistible pussy. I just hope I’m invited to come along on the honeymoon.”

“Oh, geez. We’re just screwing around, Mom. It’s not like we’re going to get married. I mean, I like her, but I don’t love her or anything.”

“You love her tits.”

“Well, yeah.”

I gripped his butt cheek. “And you love her bald coochie.”

“Uh-huh.”

My hand moved into his crack. “And you love her sexy little fudge tunnel.” As I said this I pushed my finger against his asshole.

“Mom! Cut it out!” He squealed and tried to twist away from my proctological probing.

“Hey, I let you play with my ass, why can’t I play with yours?” I teased and fought to get my finger back on his butt hole.

“You wanted me to stick a finger in your ass!” he argued as we wrestled.

“And now I want to stick a finger in your ass!”

We laughed and fought until we were both out of breath. The match ended when Gary got hold of both my wrists and pinned my hands up over my head. Our bodies were slippery with sweat and our chests heaved from the struggle. My giggles faded as I noticed the serious look in my son’s eyes as he gazed down at me.

I was completely at his mercy. During our tussle, I realized that my boy had grown stronger than me. I could see that he was now aware of the same thing. He was deciding what to do next. His hips were between my open legs. The head of his stiff cock was poised only inches from my opening. He held me with firm authority. I should have pushed him off of me. I should have told him that the game was over. Instead I waited.

It seemed like a long time before he spoke.

“I want to fuck you, Mom.”

His words took my breath away. I knew it was what he wanted, but to hear him say it out loud was something completely different. I couldn’t let him know how much I wanted it too.

“You can’t,” I said. My words lacked conviction. “We can’t,” I reiterated even less convincingly.

My son eased his body forward, his cockhead pressed at my drenched threshold. My body tensed, but I didn’t pull away.

“Mom…I’m going to fuck you.”

I had just a few seconds to stop what was about to happen. The only question was, would I?

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Chapter 18 >>

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Fappy Trails

Hubby is at work, girls are in school, it’s a cool autumn day out, and Mommy is horny. The only logical thing to do is go for a hike!

I put on my favorite t-shirt, a pair of green shorts, a thick pair of socks, and my hiking boots. Notice that I didn’t mention a bra or panties? There will be no need for such restrictive undergarments on today’s walk in the woods. I’m antsy on the twenty-minute ride to the trailhead. I park and get out of the car, noticing that my nipples are poking up already. Is it because of the chill in the air, or because I’m so excited knowing what I’m about to do? I’m a little disappointed no one is around to notice my nips, but I don’t know if I would have been brave enough to show them off anyway.

I head into the forest, eager to get the blood pumping. I revel in the sensation of my breasts bouncing under my shirt. It’s one thing being naked at home, but flopping around outside takes the thrill to another level. My nipples rub against the soft fabric and add to the fun. The trail is soft under my boots. I watch out for rocks and roots as I swiftly move further away from the sounds of the road until there’s nothing but the tittering of a few birds and the muted crunch of my footfalls.

I reach up under my shirt and give my braless breasts a squeeze. I pause and listen intently. No voices, no evidence of anyone else out here but me. I lift the front of my shirt and hook it behind my head. My chest and belly are exposed to nature. I look down at my nipples standing out proudly in the dappled sunlight and like what I see. I continue my hike, alert for any approaching hikers or dog walkers.

My swinging hands frequently make their way to my body. I run my touch across my bare tummy, up my rib cage, and over my tits. I tweak my nipples, pulling and twisting. It feels so good. What if someone can see me? What if someone’s watching? The fear and the excitement are a potent mix.

The trail becomes steeper. Soon, the prickly sensation of sweat on my back makes itself felt. I love to sweat. I start thinking more and more about my pussy as I climb. There are no panties clinging tight down there to absorb the accumulating moisture. I’m tempted to slip a hand into my shorts, but I don’t want to give in too soon.

I hear a suspicious noise and quickly pull my top down. After a minute I realize it’s nothing. I keep my shirt on just in case and think about last night. I was already in bed reading when my husband came up after all the football follow-up. I watched him undress, eagerly awaiting the moment when he dropped his boxers. Ah, there it is! My very own penis. I smiled as I watched it jiggle and sway. “Make it hard for me,” I ordered from where I lounged. He shook his head and chuckled, knowing I wouldn’t be happy unless he obeyed.

My husband stood at the foot of our bed and played with his cock and balls. His shaft began to grow. “I could use a little help here,” he complained. I pulled the bed sheet down, revealing that I was already naked. It was only a matter of seconds before he was fully hard. He displayed his manhood for me knowing how much I enjoyed sexually objectifying him. “Come over here and jerk off on me.” I squeezed my modest boobs together as he moved to the side of the bed.

I watched with childlike fascination as my husband masturbated for my entertainment. I adore everything about the way a man pleasures himself. The grip, the pumping motion, the fapping sound, the swinging balls, and the building anticipation of not knowing exactly when that delicious cum will shoot out. I began fingering myself as I watched. It wasn’t long before he was spraying warm jizz all over my chest and face. “Now hurry up and fuck me,” I commanded as soon as he was done.

My inner muscles clench as I step up on a high rock and remember the sensation of his cock sliding into my sopping cunny hole. For some reason he felt extra big last night. I love it when that happens! I also get a big kick out of fucking when I’m already covered in cum. My pace quickens. I need to get to the top of the hill as fast as I can before I give in too soon. It’s ten minutes of torture before I reach my goal.

I want to drop down right there and go at myself, but I resist the urge and do a quick survey of the area. There’s a pretty view to the north, but the rest of the vista is blocked by trees. No one else is up here. I find a good spot where I can see anyone approaching before they would be able to see me. I pull my shirt up again like before and sit down on a flat boulder. The cold, hard stone feels good. I unbutton my shorts and lower the zipper. My heart races as I look around to double check that I’m alone. I slip my hand between my legs and let out an involuntary moan.

My sex juices and sweat have combined to create a swampy concoction of pungent nastiness. I bring my fingers to my nose and take in the stink of my own essence. I taste my alluringly rancid flavor and return my fingers to my pussy. My inner lips are already fat with arousal. I peek down my shorts to see how they protrude from my outer labia. I pluck at my engorged lips before rubbing a finger up between them and finding my hard little nub.

I lean back and seriously begin masturbating. My attention is divided between my pussy and looking out for unexpected guests. The sun breaks through the clouds and warms my naked flesh. The rays of light almost make the tiny droplets of sweat sparkle on my skin. I’m dying to shed all of my clothes, stand on the highest rock and scream “I love my fucking cunt!” to the world. I jam a finger in my hole as I whisper those words under my breath. I add a second finger and say it a little louder.

Looking around, I make sure I’m still the only one there, but I almost want to discover another person nearby. A man or woman out for an afternoon walk standing there staring at me, not believing what they’re seeing. “Look at me,” I groan to my imaginary spectator. “Watch me masturbate my horny fucking cunt right out here in the open. Watch me cum!”

My inhibitions are disappearing fast and my sense of caution diminishes. I lift my butt and push my shorts down to my ankles. I won’t be able to pull them up in time if someone happens along. The fear spikes and so does my excitement. I settle back down on the rock and I’m able to spread my legs wider. The sun can now shine directly on my pussy. I spread it open and look down at myself, admiring the sight of my own cunt. I fill it with three fingers of one hand, and work my clit with the other. “Oh, yeah, watch me fuck my cunt. Look at the slut making herself cum!”

Hearing my own dirty talk makes an already intense moment even more intense. I stop bothering to keep a lookout and concentrate on the way my hands are moving. “You fucking dirty slut,” I admonish myself. “You’re going to make that pussy cum, aren’t you?” I feel those welcomed sensations building deep inside my gut. I raise my voice. “I love my fucking cunt! I’m gonna make it cum! Everybody look at my cunt while I make it cuuuummmmm!”

The fireworks go off in my head and my whole body comes alive all at once. I lift my ass up off the rock and brandish my cunt in the air as if it were an offering to the gods of sun, sky and nature. I beat off as the waves of glorious sensation crash through me until there’s nothing left. I gasp for air and try to clear my head. It only takes a few seconds for my senses to come rushing back in.

I cover myself with comical modesty as I check for any witnesses. As I yank up my shorts and pull down my shirt I worry that someone may have heard my insanely lewd outbursts. What if some old biddy is just on the other side of the hilltop phoning the police right now? I zip up and hurry to check the area. I don’t see anyone. My heart is still going a mile a minute, and I’m bummed out that I wasn’t able to relax and enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm like I wanted to.

I sit down, take a big drink from my water bottle, and contemplate the hazy horizon far to the north. I can smell strong odor of my cunt on my hand as I take another drink. Fuck, that felt good. My body is all gooey and weak. I want to curl up and take a nap in the sun. But there are chores to do, and kids to deal with, and errands to run. I stand up, brush the dirt off my backside, and head down the hill.

A minute later, I begin thinking about going back and doing it all over again. I can spare another ten minutes. Just as I’m about to turn around I hear a voice. I continue heading down and moments later encounter a young couple and their dog heading up. I greet them with a cheery smile and step aside so they can pass, wondering if they can detect the scent of sex as they do. By the way their dog looks at me, I’m sure he can!

I hurry along, freaked out by the idea that if they had gotten there just five minutes sooner, or if I had taken five minutes longer, they would have totally busted me. Sure, maybe they’d have been cool with it, or maybe she’d be a complete bitch about it and have had me arrested. I played with different scenarios in my head as I descended. They stumble on me and begin masturbating themselves as they watch. They see me and get so turned on that he bends her over and starts fucking her right there on the spot. They hear me screaming obscenities, come to investigate and decide to take advantage of my situation. She kneels between my legs and eats me out, while he forces his cock down my throat. Just before I get to the car, there’s also a brief flash of them threatening to call the cops if I don’t let them take pictures of their dog licking my pussy. God, I’m a sick puppy (pun intended).

As soon as I get on the road, my hand is at work between my legs. I rub myself off to two more orgasms behind the wheel as I run through all the scenarios again. The one that does it for me (twice) is me on the bottom of a 69 with the strange girl, as the guy fucks her from behind, then I slurp the creampie out of her cunt while she sucks my clit and fingers my asshole.

Yeah, so that’s how I spent my morning. Pretty much your normal, run-of-the-mill day for a quiet suburban housewife with a little free time on her hands…

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Have you ever caught anyone masturbating outdoors? Or been caught yourself?

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