A Mother’s Touch

What no one knows, or would ever suspect, is that I’ve been masturbating my daughter since she was a little girl. It started innocently enough during bath time. When I’d clean between her legs she’d become very quiet and a funny smile would appear on her adorable face. One evening when I’d finished cleaning her down there, she said “Mommy, do it again.” That’s when I knew for sure she was getting more out of that part of bath time than was proper. I shouldn’t have indulged her then, but I did. It wasn’t long before I stopped using the washcloth and attended to her bare cunny by hand for longer than a decent mother should. She would sometimes hold my wrist and whisper “Don’t stop, Mommy.” I was able to fool myself into believing it wasn’t what it really was until the night my daughter curled up in my lap and put my hand down between her legs.

This happened a few months after she was old enough to bathe herself, but it appeared she was missing our special time together as much as I was. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist giving my sweet girl the loving touch she craved. My daughter would come to me a few times a week and want me to rub her there. At first it was on top of her pajamas, then inside. Eventually she would get naked before climbing on top of me for these inappropriate massages. Without ever being told, she instinctively knew that she could only do this when her daddy wasn’t around.

I expected it to stop when puberty arrived, but if anything our sessions became more frequent. I was able to experience my girl becoming a woman like no other mother could. I watched her budding nipples become breasts, and felt her first sproutings of downy pubic hair with my own fingers. It wasn’t long after these signs of fertile maturing appeared than she had her first real orgasm at the touch of my fingers. I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened, but I was still as shocked as she was when it finally came. Our special moments took on a new urgency for her after that.

She was coming to me almost daily, and I was craving these intimate moments with her as much as she was. The day she asked me to take my clothes off and be naked as I masturbated her was one I’d been hoping would come for a long time. I still remember like it was yesterday that first time holding her against my bare skin and feeling her cum in my arms. I felt a bit guilty for not telling her, but she eventually figured out that she could make herself cum without my help. I worried that this would signal the end of her dependence on me for her satisfaction. I was thrilled to discover it only enhanced her own sense of herself and her awareness of my sexuality. Sometimes she would bring herself off while I watched. Her uninhibited exhibitionism was a joy to behold. She also asked if I wanted to masturbate along with her. After all those years, I finally didn’t have to wait until I was alone to pleasure myself after playing with her.

We never talked about what we did. Her father never found out about our special times together. To the outside world we were like any other mother and daughter, except maybe we didn’t fight as much. I was so happy the day she asked me to shave her. It was almost like having my little girl back again. She surprised me the following week when she asked if I would shave, too. After I did, she had me open my legs for her and she stared worshipfully at my pussy while she masturbated herself to three intense orgasms. It was the first and last time I ever came without touching myself.

I never said anything to her, but I was willing (if not eager) to take our play even further. I didn’t want to pressure her in any way, so I left the extent of our sexual relationship up to her. I wanted to be her safe place and for her to feel she could come to me whether she was feeling down, stressed, or just horny. Things became more complicated through the high school years, which involved the inevitable boyfriends. Despite her hectic life as a teenager, she still found opportunities to sit naked on my lap and let me treat her to some tender attention. I probably enjoyed making my daughter cum more than making myself cum. And I could tell from the lingering hugs I’d get after that she appreciated it.

I was excited when she announced that she wanted to go to the local college and commute from home. Most of her friends were going away for school. I suspected that she didn’t want to be too far from me for reasons she couldn’t share with anyone else. I should have felt more guilty about how what we did had such a significant impact on making decisions that could affect the rest of her life, but the truth is that I didn’t want to go months without being able to hold her and caress her until she shuddered in my arms and let out that soft sigh of satisfaction.

Maybe one day she’ll grow out of this naughty little practice of ours. If I could have my way, we’d never stop. Will she still want her mother to masturbate her once she’s married? Or after she becomes a mother herself? God, I hope so.

Open Door Policy 18

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 18
by DirtyMindedMom

I was able to leave work early and couldn’t wait to get home to my horny son. My panties were soaked by the time I walked through the door, but the excitement waned as soon as I realized he wasn’t home. Being horny and disappointed all at once is never fun. I changed into a loose t-shirt, not bothering to put on anything else, and got started on dinner. When Gary got home I was just finishing up in the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom,” he chirped as he dropped his book bag and kicked off his sneakers. “Damn, look at that ass.”

Even though I was still irrationally mad at him, the compliment made me feel good.

“Pull down your pants,” I said sternly as I took off my oven mitts and walked toward him.

He didn’t ask any questions and quickly dropped his pants and boxers. I went to my knees in front of him and took his soft cock in my mouth and began sucking. It was only a matter of seconds before his teen prick was fully hard and poking the back of my throat.

I took him deep, then slid off his erection. “I taste cum and condom. You just came from fucking your little whore, didn’t you?”

He smiled, proud of himself, and rubbed his cock against my cheek. “Yup. In an empty classroom at school.”

“Lucky you didn’t get caught.” I sucked his balls and could taste a hint of Valerie’s pussy juices that had dried there.

“I had her bent over the teacher’s desk and was doing her from behind. Fuck, Mom, that feels nice. She was getting close to cumming and I slipped a finger in her asshole. Jesus, you suck so good. I didn’t know what she would do, but I think she liked it as much as you do. She came in about three seconds.”

I thought about commenting on this, but I didn’t want to take my boy’s cock out of my mouth. I began sucking harder. He put his hands on my head and began fucking my face. I fondled his balls as I gagged on his pumping hard-on. It only took another minute before he was moaning his way through his orgasm and shooting several spurts of fresh cum down my throat. I sucked out all I could get from him, savoring every drop of his precious semen. I should have been more worried that I had become addicted to my son’s cum than I was, but that was a concern for another time.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said as he stepped out of his pants. “I’m starving. What’s for dinner?”

“Your mother’s cunt.” I got up on our little kitchen table and spread my legs wide.

Gary laughed and shook his head. “God, Mom, you’re such a nympho.” My son leaned in and buried his face dutifully between my legs. Such a good boy.

His tongue worked from the bottom up, first teasing my hole, then zig-zagging its way up to my throbbing clit. He circled it, flicked it a few times, then began sucking it gently. My son had become a much better pussy licker over the past weeks under my guidance. I couldn’t help being proud of him while at the same time being jealous of all the girls that would someday benefit from my hard work training him.

The fact that I no longer felt guilty about allowing my son to do things like eat my cunt was a strange source of pleasure for me. Knowing how wrong this all was only turned me on more. I was fully aware of how fucked up this was, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was a horrible, sick person, and I was loving every second of it.

“That’s it, baby, get in there and suck Mommy’s cunt. Get your tongue right up in my pussy. Oh shit, don’t stop. Eat that hairy cunt, sweetheart.”

Gary grabbed me by the backs of my thighs and pulled my crotch tight to his face. I lifted my t-shirt and sucked on one of my own nipples while I watched him at work between my legs. I imagined how hot it would be if his girlfriend was there to contribute another mouth to the mix. I was hoping it was only a matter of time before the three of us ended up messing around together, but I had to leave that up to him.

“I’m going to cum, baby! Mommy’s going to cum right in your fucking mouth! Oh, yeah! Yeah!”

He picked up the pace in response to my ecstatic cries. Damn, he was good. He was tonguing and sucking at once, hitting all the right spots. When I felt him sliding a couple of fingers into my wet hole, I lost it.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuuuuuck meeeee!” Everything went out of focus and the last thing I cared about was how everybody in the building could probably hear me cumming like a banshee. I’d had some good orgasms with Gary, but this one was easily the best so far. I was still feeling the aftershocks when I heard him choking.

“Geez, Mom, what’s going on with you? I’ve never seen you this wet before.”

I looked down to see that there was a puddle on the table just below my pussy. Geez was right. I couldn’t remember ever getting that wet myself.

“That’s what you get for being so good at eating pussy. Now put your fingers back inside Mommy, I’ve got one more in there.”

He stuck his two fingers back in me, then added a third. He fucked me like that steadily for less than half a minute before eliciting another orgasm. This one was deep and slow moving as it spread through my body. I clamped down on his fingers, holding him tight in my pussy until the last ripple of pleasure faded.

“Fuck, that was good,” I sighed. “I’ve been thinking about that all day.” I sat up and took his face in my hands. “Thanks, honey.”

I kissed him on the lips. It was just a quick, motherly peck. He stepped in, put his arms around me, and kissed me again. This was a lover’s kiss. His tongue parted my lips. I could taste my own pussy, which only enhanced the intensity. A tingle ran up my back as I gave myself over to him. I wasn’t his mom for a brief moment. I was a teenager again, kissing her crush for the first time, unable to believe it was really happening. When his lips left mine I was dizzy, drunk on my son’s loving attention. I really should have been more concerned about what was happening with me.

Gary went and cleaned my cum off his face while I cleaned my cum off the table. We ate, watched TV, and chatted about normal mother-son stuff. The only thing that made the rest of our evening not normal was that he was in nothing but a pair of boxers and I was in nothing but a sheer pair of panties. We brushed our teeth before going to bed. He laughed at the way my bare tits jiggled as I brushed. I shamelessly watched him take a long, healthy piss before we retired to our separate rooms.

I was in bed for only a few minutes before I started touching myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about the oral sex my son had so expertly provided me earlier that evening. The scene kept playing out in my head like a tawdry porno movie. I wondered if Gary was playing with himself over in his bedroom.

“Gary! Can you come here for a minute?”

He was at my doorway in a matter of seconds. In the dim light I could see that my boy was naked and hard. Like mother, like son.

“Sorry to bother you, sweetheart, but would you mind sucking my tits for me while I masturbate?”

“Sure, Mom,” he said enthusiastically, as if he was just waiting for my call, and hopped down into bed with me.

My son latched onto one of my nipples and began sucking. Oh, yeah, that was exactly what I needed.

“Oh, there’s my baby. Mmm, that’s so good.” I wanted to go crazy on my pussy, but I forced myself to stroke my clit nice and slow. He reached over and fondled my other breast as he suckled. “You like playing with Mommy’s tits?”

He nodded and moaned without taking his mouth off my nipple. I’d never felt as content and loved as I did when I was with my son like this. When I walked out on my rat of a husband, I was devastated. It was hard not to blame myself. Was he cheating because I was a bad wife? Was I not enough for him? Was there something wrong with me as a woman? Those doubts had stopped the day we adopted this open door policy of ours. I had a kind of awakening after that. My body came alive. My dormant sexual desires blossomed. I remembered what it was like to be wanted. And I discovered new lusts that I never knew were inside me.

Gary moved to my other nipple at the same moment I was wishing he’d do just that. We had a connection as mother and son that I could never have with any other man. We had been together every day of his entire life. How could we not be in tune with each other in such an intimate way? God, his mouth felt good on my breast.

His naked body was half on mine, his hardness pressing into the side of my belly as I fingered myself. I tried not to think about him climbing on top of me and sliding his cock inside my pussy. I didn’t want to encourage that, even if only in my fantasies. What we were doing was enough. Intercourse would be taking it too far. I couldn’t entirely articulate why, especially in that moment of mounting pleasure, but it was a line I wasn’t willing to cross with my son. I knew it was a sensible limit, but if he ever tried to enter me there was a strong chance I wouldn’t be able to put up more than a token resistance. If he timed it right, I had to admit to myself, I wouldn’t put up any resistance at all.

“Honey, can you do Mommy a favor? Can you reach into my nightstand drawer and hand me my dildo?”

He continued sucking for a few more seconds, as if he didn’t want to tear himself away from my tits even for a moment. I heard him fumbling around, then he placed the cold rubber cock on my tummy. He teased my stiff nipple with a flicking tongue.

“What’re you going to do with that, Mom?”

He knew perfectly well what I was going to do with it, he just wanted to hear me say it.

“I’m going to put this dildo inside my pussy.” I brought it up to my mouth and sucked it noisily. “I’m going to fuck myself with it.” I rubbed the tip up and down my slit, getting it wetter. “Mommy needs something hard in her cunt.” I eased the toy into my hole.

“I’ve got something hard you can put in there.” He rocked his hips, poking me suggestively with his erection.

“Don’t even go there, mister. You’ve got a girlfriend for that.”

“I know, but what about you? It seems like you really need a cock, Mom.”

“Maybe I do, but not yours.” It pained me to say this, because his cock was exactly what I wanted.

He went back to suckling my breasts for a few moments before he spoke again. “What about getting a boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” It was hard not to laugh at the idea of a woman my age with a “boyfriend.” Gary’s hand caressed my belly and gave me a warm feeling all over. “I don’t think I’m ready for that, sweetie. Hell, I’m not even officially divorced yet.”

“It wouldn’t have to be serious. Just someone to give you what I can’t.”

“You wouldn’t mind sharing me with another man?”

I felt him shrug in the dark. “You share me with Valerie.”

“And it wouldn’t bother you if I brought him here and did it?”

His fingers played through my pubic hair as I slowly pumped my dildo in and out of myself.

“No…as long as you left your door open.”

“Why? So you could watch?”

“Uh huh.”

“Really? You want to see your mother having sex with another guy?”

“Yeah, that would be super hot.” He lightly bit the side of my breast, just enough for me to feel his teeth and know how horny this line of talk was making him.

I began working my toy a little faster. His hand had migrated down to my inner thigh. I loved the way my boy touched my body. His lips were tight around one of my nipples as he sucked me with heated fervor.

It had been so long since I’d been with a man other than my creep of a husband. Heck, it had been a long time since I’d been with him for that matter. Gary was right, I did need a cock.

“God, Mom, I love the way your pussy sounds when you fuck yourself.”

“And I love the sounds you make when you suck my nipples.”

I normally prefer to have the lights on when we play together, but the darkness somehow brought us together closer in a way. We had to rely on touch and sound and smell. Our imaginations filled in the visual details, enhancing them to something better than reality. Our naked bodies rubbed together and an aching need filled me.

“This feels so fucking good,” I moaned. “I’m masturbating my cunt.”

“Mm hmm.”

“I’m masturbating my cunt while my son sucks my tits. I’m fucking my cunt next to my son.”

I can’t explain it, but it was incredibly gratifying to say these things out loud. The fact that we were doing it was amazing in itself, but to hear myself openly announce it went a long way toward soothing that needful ache.

“Suck my tits, baby. Mommy’s going to make her pussy cum while you suck my tits.”

Gary pushed my boobs together and began going from one nipple to the other in rapid succession. Something he had learned with Valerie? I didn’t much care, all that mattered in that moment was it felt wonderful.

“That’s it, baby! Suck my tits while Mommy plays with her cunt. Her big, horny, hairy cunt!”

I rammed my pussy with the dildo bringing myself to the peak in a sudden rush. My orgasm exploded between my legs, then expanded outward to encompass my whole body. My son’s mouth on my nipples instantly felt ten times better than it had a second earlier, and I tried to keep that sensation going for as long as I could. It all faded too soon and I was once again back in the real world…which wasn’t so bad considering that I still had a handsome young stud on top of me.

“It’s a riot how loud you get when you cum, Mom. I’m surprised I never heard you when we lived at the house.”

“To tell the truth, I didn’t cum like this when I was with your father. It’s so much better with you.” I couldn’t see it in the darkness, but I knew my boy had a proud smile on his face. And I wasn’t just saying that to boost his ego, this was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and we weren’t even fucking.

“God, Dad is such an idiot to lose you.” He nuzzled my breasts lovingly. “Turned out good for me, though.”

“For us,” I corrected and kissed the top of his head. “You ready for your turn? A nice handjob, maybe?”

“Actually, is it okay if I turn on the light and jerk off on your pussy?”

“Sure, honey.” Damn, it felt good to be treated like a sex object by my own son.

While my eyes adjusted to the light, Gary got down between my legs. I opened up giving him an unobstructed view of his mother’s most intimate places. My clit pulsed as his eyes devoured my nakedness. He was on his knees stroking his hard-on. I’d seen him like that countless times already, but it still gave me an illicit thrill to be able to watch my boy masturbating.

“Can you pull your legs up?”

I lifted my knees up toward my shoulders and hooked my arms around my thighs. I was completely vulnerable in that position. If he made a move to fuck me, there’d be nothing I could do to stop him before he was inside me. I worried and hoped at the same time as he scooted closer.

“How’s that?” I asked, knowing he had me right where he wanted me.

He licked his lips and nodded. “Perfect.” With his free hand he spread my lips apart. “I can see your pussy. And your clit.” He shifted forward enough to rub the head of his cock against my stiff nub, sending shivers of delight up my spine. “I can see your vagina.” He brushed the tip of his cock down past my opening and for a second I thought he was going to push inside. Instead he trailed his juice slicked cockhead down further. “And I can also see my Mommy’s pretty little asshole.”

The end of his dick tapped against my anus in rhythm with his stroking fist. It gave me a queer feeling inside. Fear mixed with longing mixed with shame. I was letting my son rub his cock on my dirty asshole and enjoying it. No decent mother should imagine such things much less do them. But there I was, loving every second of it.

“You like playing with Mommy’s asshole, don’t you?”

“Love it.” He moved his cock out of the way so he could gaze at it. “I love seeing it. I love fingering it for you. I love licking it.” He bent down and swabbed his tongue over my exposed rosebud, causing me to whimper with pleasure. My son returned his cock to the spot he’d just licked, pressing more forcefully as he tugged himself. “Hey, Mom? Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“No.”

“But you want to, right?”

“I’d be willing to consider it…with the right person.”

He mulled that over for a moment. “Whoever gets to fuck that ass first is going to be a very lucky boy.”

“What makes you think it’s going to be a boy and not a man?”

He gave me a confident smile that let me know he believed it was only a matter of time before I gave in to him. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t fool myself into being certain that he wasn’t right.

“Hold your pussy open for me, Mom.”

I got that funny feeling in my gut that I got when Gary told me what to do instead of asking. I didn’t consider myself a submissive person, but I liked when he took control even in small ways like that. I moved my hands down while still supporting my legs with my arms and spread my lips apart for him.

“Fuck, yeah…beautiful.” He stared at my cunt and began beating off faster.

I adored the way he looked at me with such undisguised lust. It also made me feel good that even though he had a hot young girlfriend who was more than happy to put out, he was still interested in my hairy old pussy. I realized that it was twisted to rely on my son to make me feel good about myself in this way, but there was no turning back.

“There you go, sweetheart. Jerk off on it. I want you to cum all over Mommy’s pussy. Stroke that big cock and shoot your cum on your mother’s cunt.”

“Shit, Mom, I love your cunt. I love your fucking cunt so much. Spread it wider. Oh, yeah. More. Spread your cunt hole open for me. As wide as you can. Fuck, yes!”

I was hurting myself, but I didn’t care. My vagina was gaping open. I’d never put myself on display in such a vulgar way for anyone before, not even my jag off husband. But I was happy to do it for my boy. So happy that I was on the verge of another orgasm myself.

“Oh, Mom…” he groaned. “I want to fuck you so bad.” His hand was flying up and down his thick shaft. He had to be close. “I can see inside your pussy.”

His eyes fluttered and I knew he was about to blow his load. He lurched forward and I felt his cockhead touching my threshold. Was this it? Should I try to stop him? Could I?

“Hold it open,” he begged plaintively. “Hold it open for me, Mom.”

I curled and looked down to see what was happening. His hand slowed right at the critical moment and a fat wad of cum flowed out of his cock and fell down into my gaping hole.

“I’m cumming inside you, Mom. Right in your beautiful, fucking cunt.”

He continued milking himself and we both watched with salacious fascination as more semen drooled from his penis and disappeared down into my gaping pussy hole. He moved forward ever so slightly and the tip of his cock was in my opening. He wasn’t really inside me, but as close as he could get. He continued stroking and filling me with smaller and smaller spurts of cum. It was all I could do not to thrust my hips up and engulf him in my pink flesh. I’m sure it was all he could do not to lean in and plunge himself deep. I held my breath and waited to see what he would do.

My son’s hand slowed to a stop. He held his cock in place, the head dangerously plugging my opening. He pulled back slightly and ran it around the rim of my inviting orifice. I bit my tongue to keep myself from telling him to just shove it in already! It suddenly seemed like a silly boundary to set after all we’d done already. Even more so since I wasn’t able to muster any real conviction in the arbitrary limit I’d set on our sex play.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I said to break the silence.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” The moment of tension passed. He playfully spanked my pussy a few times with his still-hard cock, turned out the light and settled down next to me. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” He pulled the covers up over us as he asked this.

I didn’t want to set a precedent, but I needed him there more than he realized. I put my arms around him and cuddled him to me.

“Just for tonight.” My lips found his in the dark. His hand roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts and ass along its travels. “I can feel all your little sperms wiggling around inside of me.”

“No you can’t,” he scoffed. “Can you?”

I kissed him on the end of his nose. “Geez, that school is doing a lousy job with sex ed if you don’t know that I’m joking about that.”

“I learned more about sex after one minute with you than I could in a whole semester.”

“As long as no one finds out how I’m homeschooling you, Mommy still has a lot to teach you, young man.”

“Good.” He snuggled closer. “Just be sure to give me lots of homework.”

I stroked his hair and it wasn’t long before he was asleep. His face was nestled against one breast, his hand was clutching the other. A few short months ago I’d all but given up on happiness. I never would have guessed I’d find it in the arms of my son. My hand went down between my legs and I tickled my clit. It felt like there was something left undone down there.

My mind replayed recent event as I quietly diddled myself. I should have been recriminating myself for the sinful series lewd acts I’d performed with my son and his teenaged girlfriend, but there was nothing but growing delight with each scene I recalled. I tried to hold all of Gary’s cum inside me as I came, but a little still managed to leak out. There, complete satisfaction.

I reminded myself that I needed to make an appointment to see the doctor. I had to get back on birth control. I wasn’t planning on fucking my son, so I hadn’t thought there was any reason to worry about it, but if he was going to make a habit of shooting his potent load into my open pussy then I had to get some kind of protection. As much as I missed being pregnant and having a baby, it would be a monumentally bad idea to get knocked up by my own son.

Being on birth control would also come in handy for one other reason. I closed my eyes and sketched out the broad strokes of my plan as I drifted off to sleep with a pussy full of my boy’s cum.

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Author’s Note – Number of orgasms I gave myself while writing this chapter: 5

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Chapter 19 >>

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Self-Sucking Sissy

Update: Ha! They finally caught me. My Lush account has been suspended for two weeks because, as my notification states: “You are intentionally defying lush terms, by putting your blog and website on your profile, which directs members to your incest based blog.” What a bunch of sanctimonious ass hats! I knew I would get caught eventually, especially once I published a new story there. No biggie, I just wanted to let everyone know that they won’t be able to read the watered down version of my story there or vote on it for a couple weeks.

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Update: The full version of Self-Sucking Sissy is now available here at the blog. Don’t hurt yourself!

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I’ve got a new story at Lush called Self-Sucking Sissy. I submitted it on Monday and didn’t expect it to be published until the end of the week, but it showed up the next day. I had to edit this one down quite a bit to get it under Lush’s 10,000 word limit that they’re enforcing now, which was painful. I’m going to post the full story here as soon as I can, but if you want to read the truncated version you can pop over to Lush and give it a peek (and a 5 vote).

The story is about a teen boy who gets some help from his bitchy step-sister in his efforts to suck his own cock. Lush doesn’t allow “incest” so I had to make the characters step-siblings. It seems a ridiculously flimsy distinction, but I guess the idea of banging your step-mom isn’t as offensive to them over there as slipping your dick into your own biological mother. Go figure. Despite the silly conventions, I think the step-relationship actually works out to this story’s advantage. I guess I’ll have to let you be the judge of how effective it ultimately is.

I know the idea of a guy sucking his own cock might not appeal to some of you, but it turns me on like crazy. Being as big a fan as cum as I am, it’s a thrill for me to see a guy enjoying his own spunk. I love seeing porn videos where the guy cums on his own face, and watching him cum in his own mouth is even hotter. Besides, I’m sure most of you guys attempted to lick or suck your own dick at some point with varying degrees of success. I know that if I had a cock, I’d be doing everything I could to get it into my own mouth!

Anyway, I’ll try to get the full version posted here tonight or tomorrow morning. If you decide to wait for the full version (that would be my recommendation), you should still go to Lush and boost my score so I have a chance of getting a story plug on the front page. I don’t really care what score I get because I got plenty of pleasure out of writing it, but I would like to lure as many new readers over to our naughty little corner of the web as possible and a high score will help accomplish that. Big hugz, everyone!

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Hurry Home

No, big brother, I didn’t text you this pic by mistake. I miss you like crazy since you left for college and I wanted you to know how much by getting naked and showing you my pussy. I know this must seem weird, but the truth is that I’ve been wanting you for a long time but was too embarrassed to admit it. Now that you’re not around, I get so horny thinking about you that I had to finally let you know. I sneak into your room all the time and masturbate on your bed thinking about you and how many times you jerked off there. I wonder if you’ve ever thought about your little sister while you stroked your awesome cock. And I know it’s awesome because one time I spied on you beating off late at night in the living room while you were watching TV. I think about seeing you squirting cum every time I finger myself. I hope you like the way my pussy and naked body look. When you come home for Thanksgiving break you can fuck me, if you want. I’m still a virgin, and I want my big brother’s cock to be the first one inside me. I’ll also suck you and let you fuck my ass if you want. Love you! Your horny baby sister.

P.S. I wouldn’t mind having a nice pic of your hard penis to get off to
while I’m waiting for you to come home…

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My Daughter’s Dildo 8

Yes, at long last, the final chapter of My Daughter’s Dildo is finished!

Sorry for the long delay. I was trying to get it finished before I went on my summer hiatus, but we obviously know how that worked out. Hopefully the ending provides a satisfying conclusion to this story for you despite the wait. I had a lot of fun writing it and drawing on the secret desires and fantasies I had about my own father.

Inspired by a comment I received from a horny reader, I decided to keep count of the number of times I made myself cum during the writing of this chapter. My official count is 21 orgasms as a direct result of working on the story. In other words, I’d sit down and start writing, get horny, then give in at some point, drop my panties and finger myself to climax. This should give you a clue as to why it sometimes takes me so long to finish a story! And, by the way, those 21 orgasms don’t include the ones I gave myself away from the keyboard. There were many times where I’d think about a scene or these characters while I was lying in bed or driving my car and end up touching myself. I didn’t keep track of these self-molestations, but there were quite a few along the way.

So, what’s next? I’m going to be swamped for the rest of this week, then I’ll be travelling over the weekend, so I won’t be posting anything more or answering emails until next week sometime. I have a story currently “in the can” that I was going to post at Lush, but it got rejected because it was “too long.” Apparently, they are now enforcing a 10,000 word limit and my story is ~12,000 words. Funny thing is that the third chapter of School Nurse is posted there and it’s over 12k words as well. Nothing like being consistent! I’m still debating whether I should attempt to cut the story down to size to fit their limits, or just forget about them all together. Either way, I’m going to try to post the story in full here at the blog as soon as I get a chance next week.

After that, I’m thinking about attempting a mother/daughter story. I’ve had a lot of requests for this, and I think I’ve got an interesting idea for how I’d like to approach it. I haven’t read a lot of mother/daughter stories (other than JetBoy’s, of course), so this will be mostly new territory for me.

I also had a funky thought a few months back that I’d like to run past everyone. I get a lot of requests for “custom” stories, which I regretfully have to decline. I have pages of my own nasty story ideas that I’m eager to work on, but don’t have nearly enough time to get to. But, I was thinking that it might be fun to run a kind of “contest” where folks would submit their own storylines and I would write the winning selection. I’m not sure exactly how all the logistics would work yet, but before I invested any work into it I wanted so see if this is something anyone would be interested in, or should I just focus my attention on my own twisted ideas?

Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, I posted chapter 7 of New Rules by Boxfan, as well! Thanks for being so patient with me, and enjoy!

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