Open Door Policy 19

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 19
By DirtyMindedMom

I fumbled with the key as I attempted to unlock the door. It wasn’t because I was tipsy from the wine we’d had with dinner, but because my hand was trembling. I hadn’t slept with a man other than my husband – or, should I say, soon-to-be ex-husband – in over twenty years. Richard followed me into my pathetic excuse for an apartment. I didn’t want to turn on any lights and let him see just how bad it was.

“There’s a nice hotel just a few blocks from here,” he said. “I’d really like to treat you to a night there. We could order room services, and–”

“It sounds nice,” I assured him for the third time, “but I’d honestly be more comfortable if we did this here.” God, if he only knew what I was really up to.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and closed the door behind him.

“Would you like something else to drink,” I offered, “or would you rather go straight to my bedroom?”

The handsome stranger came reaching toward me in the near darkness. His strong hands gripped my hips and he pulled me against him. I once again noticed the faint scent of his cologne – nothing overpowering, but just enough to make you want a little more.

“I suppose we both know that we’re here for just one thing.” He kissed me, grabbed my ass and pressed me against his crotch. I could feel the telltale lump in his trousers despite him not yet being fully aroused. I was intrigued and afraid all at once. Maybe this was a bad idea. Well, of course it was a bad idea, but my son had been right. I needed a cock inside me. Even if it wasn’t the cock I wanted, maybe it would at least keep me from taking things any further than they’d already gone with Gary.

As we moved toward the bedroom, I noticed Gary’s door was closed. I had texted him from the ladies’ room at the restaurant as we were about to leave. It appeared he had gotten my message and was following instructions. I hope he doesn’t regret getting what he wished for.

Roger pushed me toward the open door of my bedroom – no, wait, it was Richard. Right? Yes. – Richard kissed me as we went, groping my ass and running a thumb over my dress above my nipple. I had so many different things to feel guilty about, I didn’t know which one to focus on. I couldn’t deny that I wanted this, but it didn’t seem right that it felt as good as it did. Plus, I wasn’t officially divorced yet. I know I didn’t owe that creep any respect after the things he’d done, but by becoming an adulterer myself was I any better than him? And then, of course, there was my sordid ulterior motive in this one-night stand that I’d arranged through an online dating site.

By the time we got into my bedroom my dress was off my shoulders. Richard was kissing my neck. I suspected his show of passion at this stage was more for my benefit. His cock had gone from a lump to a solid bulge. Even without seeing it, I knew it was more than enough to get the job done in the way that I needed. I was really going to go through with this.

“Do you mind if I put a light on?” I asked.

“I would love it,” he replied. The surprise in his voice came through loud and clear.

Like many women my age, I’m not especially proud of my body. There was a time when I was younger that I adored every opportunity to be naked in front of an ardent admirer. I loved eliciting those rapacious looks and wallowing in lustful male adoration. But, with age and motherhood come certain changes, and none of them are particularly flattering. I didn’t want the lights on for my own benefit, or even for his. There was someone else who I wanted to have a clear view of my mature body that night.

I flipped on the small reading lamp next to my bed. I tried to ignore the pitying expression on his face when he saw that my bed was nothing more than a mattress on the floor and my dresser was a pair of over-stuffed suitcases. I undid his belt and pulled down his pants to distract him. Once his cock was in my mouth, Richard wasn’t paying any attention to my disheveled living conditions.

Something felt off as I worked my lips up and down his hard shaft. The head was bulbous, not the sleek cap I had become so familiar with lately. And there was a sharp downward bend at the very end, causing the tip to drag along my tongue rather than glide along the roof of my mouth the way I had come to prefer. This combination of alien shapes caused me to gag and I couldn’t take him nearly as deep as I could my son. I wondered if he was seeing this. Was Gary peeking in and seeing his mother on her knees sucking a strange man’s cock? The idea that he was excited me more than the blowjob I was delivering.

Richard’s light moans told me he was enjoying my oral skills, but soon he signaled for me to stand. He was young enough, mid-thirties was my guess, that he could probably manage more than one orgasm in in a single fuck session, but he apparently didn’t want to blow a load right out of the gate. Gary would have simply shot his spunk down my throat without a second thought, knowing he could play with me again any time of the day or night.

We were kissing once more, his tongue was in my mouth and my tits were out of my dress. His hands played across my chest. It felt good, but it didn’t inspire the kind of delight my son’s hands did. Damn it, I had to stop comparing and just enjoy the experience I was having.

Richard maneuvered me to the mattress. He peeled my dress the rest of the way off as we went. He deftly removed my stockings and panties in between taking off his shirt and socks. We were both naked in the unforgiving light of my reading lamp. Had he noticed the faint stretch marks on my belly from when I was pregnant 16 years ago? Was he wondering why I hadn’t done a better job at losing those extra ten pounds I was carrying? Was he disappointed that my tits sagged as much as they did now that my bra wasn’t holding them up? I didn’t worry about any of these things when I was naked with Gary. I felt comfortable with him knowing his love for me as his mother allowed him to accept me just the way I was, flaws and all.

Richard moved down and parted my legs. When he began licking my pussy, I forced myself to relax and focus on the good sensations my body was feeling. The knot in my stomach slowly eased. His technique was good; not the clumsy, wandering style my son used when he was eating me out. His tongue glided expertly from one erogenous zone to the other with purpose. He definitely had a lot of experience at this, and it was obvious he was one of those guys who relished cunnilingus.

I had a sense that I was being watched and opened my eyes. My heart leapt when I saw Gary looking in through my open door. He caught my eye and smiled. Good, he didn’t seem upset that I was spreading my legs for some guy I picked up online for a fuck-date. My son gave me the thumbs up and I suddenly felt ten times sexier than I had a moment earlier.

Gary stepped into the doorway, giving me a full view of him. He had his t-shirt and boxer shorts on, but his cock was out over top of the elastic waist band, and it was as hard as I’d come to expect. I wanted that cock in my mouth so badly at that moment. He was touching his hard-on lightly, saving himself for the big event. He waggled his tongue at me, teasing me about how I was getting my pussy licked. It was all I could do not to laugh, and I silently signaled for him to behave by shaking an index finger at him in mock seriousness. It was right about then that Richard began concentrating on my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned involuntarily. I smiled when Gary’s eyes went wide. “That’s it, suck my clit. Work that tongue all up and down my hot pussy.”

My son loved hearing me talk dirty. He wrapped his hand around his erection, but just squeezed, not trusting himself to start stroking yet.

“You like that slutty pussy, don’t you?”

“Mm hm,” came Richard’s muffled response. He had no idea I was directing my comments to the teen boy watching us. Would he freak out if he knew? The risk of being caught using him in this way only made it all the more exciting.

I grabbed his hair and began humping his face. No matter how the rest of the night went, I was at least going to get a good cum out of it. Richard matched my motions, steadily working his tongue over my stiff clit while sucking at the same time. His hands cradled my hips as he feasted on my cunt. It was hard to focus as I mounted the precipice, but I could see that Gary was now pumping his cock as he watched. He’d seen me cum before, but never like this.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it, that’s it, suck that pussy, just like that, yes, yes, yes!” My body convulsed as all the built-up tension suddenly released in a wild rush. It wasn’t as intense as some of the orgasms I’d had with my son over the past few weeks, but it was certainly up there. I felt tranquil and dreamy all of the sudden. I wanted to laugh and let Richard in on the joke, but I still had enough wits about me to keep my mouth shut.

Gary tip-toed back out of the room, positioning himself just out of sight. Richard climbed on top of me, his engorged cock batting against my inner thigh as he mounted me.

“Condom,” I managed to whisper.

If he was disappointed he didn’t show it. He fetched a string of silvery-blue packages from his pants pocket. He ripped one of the little square packets off. Once he opened it, I took the rubber from him and slowly adorned his erection with it. In about five seconds that strange cock was going to be inside my pussy. My first new penis in decades. Maybe the first of many to come.

I lay back and opened my legs. Richard looked me over. His expression didn’t show any hint of dissatisfaction. His lack of repulsion at my aging body wasn’t much of a compliment, but it was all I needed to go through with it.

He lowered himself on top of me and after a few tentative pokes he found my opening without either of us using our hands. That bulbous head pressed against my threshold for a moment, then popped inside. God damn, that was good. He eased himself forward, filling me inch by inch. As good as it was, I knew that if it was my son’s cock it would feel even better. Richard buried himself to the hilt, then drew back. After a few more slow insertions, he began fucking me in earnest.

The feeling of being fucked was familiar, but everything was just a little different. His smell, the weight of his body, the way he propped himself over me, the pace, and the twist he gave his hips at the end of each stroke. It felt wrong in some ways, but not wrong enough for me to want to stop. I felt like a slut, but that didn’t bother me as much as it should have. In fact, it actually added to the enjoyment. I couldn’t see him, but I knew my son was watching. Did he like seeing what a big slut his mom was becoming?

I put my feet up in the air. As I hoped it would, this prompted Richard to push my legs back further, hooking them over his shoulders. This forced my hips to angle upward and meant he had to lift himself higher to keep fucking me. I knew that this position would give Gary a chance to see Richard’s cock plunging in and out of my pussy. I pictured my boy crouched down near the bottom of my mattress holding his cock and watching his mother’s pussy getting fucked.

“Oh, shit…” I whimpered, thinking more about the view my son was getting than anything else.

“You like that?” Richard growled, tentatively joining in with the sex talk.

“Mmm, yeah. Shove that big cock in me. Fuck my horny pussy hard.”

He did just that. The sounds of our fucking became louder. Flesh slapping against flesh. His grunts, my moans. The squelch of strange cock slamming into my sopping wet pussy. I was dying to call out to my son. “Can you see it? Can you see Mommy getting fucked? How do you like watching that big cock pounding your mother’s cunt?” But I knew better than to let those words out.

“Hard enough for you, bitch?”

I wasn’t sure I liked the “bitch” part, but it really didn’t matter. I didn’t care about this guy, and he didn’t care about me. This wasn’t about mutual respect or any of that shit. We were only out to get our rocks off. I could let him call me whatever he wanted knowing I’d never see him again.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” I was being driven into my mattress with each forceful thrust. The sweat began to rise across his back as I scraped my fingernails over his skin. He’d probably banged a desperate middle-aged woman just like me a couple nights ago, but he was going at it like he was just released from prison. The surplus of intensity almost made up for the lack of any emotion between us. I realized I was already close to cumming again.

“Make me cum!” I cried. “Make my pussy cum, motherfucker!” I almost laughed out loud at myself. I’d never used that word before in my life. It felt strange on my tongue, but it was perfectly apt for the situation, I thought. I hoped Gary appreciated the gesture.

“Yeah, cum on my cock, bitch. Oh, fuck! C’mon, do it!”

As I approached my second climax of the night, I realized that he was holding back and waiting until I came before he did. A surprisingly gentlemanly gesture given the circumstances. I got lucky with this one.

That thought and all others were instantly erased the moment my orgasm broke. The tide of pleasure swept through me like some kind of addictive drug being released into my veins. I wondered again what my son was seeing. Could he tell how my pussy muscles were convulsing? Was he seeing how my asshole clenched and relaxed with each spasm? Was there enough light for him to detect the flood of juices flowing out of me? I wanted him to get the show he’d been hoping for.

It only took a few more pumps before Randy (or Roger, or Richard) to go off. He came loudly and with a manly force I’d not experienced since my more adventurous college days. My useless excuse for a husband was a quiet cummer, soft and mewling. Gary was more expressive, but he didn’t yet have the confidence to let loose as aggressively as this self-possessed stranger did. I have to admit, I liked it.

He finished spewing into his condom, stirred his cock around inside me for another minute, which was nice, then rolled off of me. The first thing I did was check to make sure my son wasn’t about to get caught. I didn’t see him. I wasn’t sure where he was hiding, but I was able to relax. After we’d both had some time to recover, I went about carefully removing his rubber. It was full of a nice big healthy load. My mind flashed back to when I had fished a similar looking item out of Valerie’s bald, teen pussy. This one didn’t have the same appeal as that one did, probably because it wasn’t filled with my own boy’s spunk.

I reached for a second condom. “Let’s get you ready for round two.” I took his half-erect cock in my mouth and began to suck. The taste of semen and latex was strong but not entirely unappealing. I tongued his head, ran my lips down his shaft, sucked his balls, and soon I had him back at full attention. His hands were tucked behind his head like a Roman emperor as he watched me work. I slipped the fresh condom on his crooked cock and got on top. This time Gary was going to get an eyeful!

“You are one horny lady,” he remarked as I lowered myself onto his hard-on. He was feeling pretty proud of himself. I wonder how proud he would feel if he knew the only reason I was that horny wasn’t because of him, but rather that I knew my son was watching us and jerking off this whole time?

“You have no idea,” I countered and plugged his mouth with one of my pendulous breasts. He gratefully began to suckle as I slowly rode up and down on his stiff rod.

I put his hands on my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, then spread them apart as I expected him to. That should provide a nice view from behind for anyone who might be looking. I was seized with the sudden desire for my son to sneak up and slip a finger in my asshole, or maybe something else. I’d never been with two men at the same time before, but I suddenly saw the advantages of it. How amazing would it feel to have two cocks in me at the same time?

These thoughts spurred me on and I was moving faster. I added some hip action to my up and down motions. It felt good, but that downturn at the end of his cock meant he wasn’t quite hitting me where I wanted. I pictured Gary’s gorgeous, young penis and instinctively knew it would get me in all the right places. The hairs prickled on the back of my neck as I thought of him being under me instead of this random guy. I knew I shouldn’t go there, not even in the privacy of my mind, but the thought of fucking my own son was becoming more and more insistent.

I could feel him watching at that moment. I imagined I could almost hear his balls patting softly against his hand as he stroked himself. I felt an aching need for something, but wasn’t sure what. I rode that cock, knowing he was seeing it all. Seeing his mother’s pussy lips wrapped around a strange man’s stiff prick. Smelling the hot odors of our sex filling the room. Hearing the sounds of my cunt getting fucked. I couldn’t believe we were actually sharing this moment together.

As a mother, this is exactly the sort of thing I should have been shielding him from. A boy shouldn’t know what his mom looks like when she’s riding a big cock. That part of my life should be private and separate. But it no longer was. And I knew it never would be again. I wanted him to see. I was enthralled by the idea that my son, the child I gave birth to and raised, knew exactly what my pussy looked like, and how it smelled, and especially what it tasted like. I should have been repelled by these very thoughts, but it only made me hornier. I suddenly knew what I was aching for.

I lifted my weight just enough to rotate my body. I turned to face the other way without letting Richard’s prick slip from my pussy. I hadn’t tried that trick in years and was quite pleased that I was still limber enough to pull it off.

“Oh, yeah,” he crowed once I was settled into my reverse cowgirl position. Again, he thought I was doing this all for his benefit. I bounded my butt up and down, giving him the show he was expecting.

It only took a few moments for me to spot Gary peeking around the corner into my bedroom. When he saw that the strange man’s view was blocked by my body, he risked poking his head in and getting a better view. I signaled fir him to come closer. He tip-toed in, making sure to stay where he wouldn’t be seen. His boxers were gone. He looked so cute sporting nothing but a t-shirt and a boner.

I leaned back, opened my legs, and continued fucking. Yeah, this was what I needed. I needed to see my son watching me. He took his erection in his hand and lightly pulled on it. His eyes couldn’t settle in just one place. They darted from my pussy, to my bounding tits, to my smiling face. I spread my labia and showed him how hard my clitty was. He licked his lips to let me know he appreciated my crude display.

As far as I knew, this was the first time anyone other than my partner was seeing me have sex. I’d always feared being caught in the act. I’d never fool around anywhere in public if there was a chance of someone happening along. Even when I was in a hotel room, I would tamp down my normal noises for fear of someone in an adjacent room hearing me. But this was something different.

I not only enjoyed being watched, I was absolutely loving it. I suspect it was mainly due to who my voyeur was, but maybe I was discovering something about myself I had never known before. Who would have ever guessed that becoming incestuously involved with my own son would open up new sexual horizons for me – especially at my age?

Richard’s hands came around my sides and found their way up to my tits. Gary and I both knew all it would take would be for him to lean to one side or the other and our little game would be exposed. This only made it more exciting. I lifted myself up until the head of my one-night-fuck’s cock was almost out of me, then I slid down it nice and slow. Gary watched the rubber-encased shaft ease into his mother’s pussy until it was completely engulfed. His face was a mix of awe and envy as he began tugging his cock faster. It was painfully obvious that he so dearly wanted it to be his cock going inside of me instead.

I watched my son jerking off. His attention had become firmly focused down between my legs. I fucked the hard cock down there as sensually and as lewdly as I could. I exaggerated my movements and moaned with each renewed penetration. Gary had jokingly called me a porn star before, and now I was starting to really feel the role.

I began rubbing my clit. The cock inside me felt good, but in this position it wouldn’t be enough to get me off. Gary was working his hard-on as fast as he could without making any noise. I knew he was close and I wanted us to cum at the same time as him. I strummed my stiff nub and brought myself closer and closer in concert with my masturbating boy.

He looked up at me with that faraway expression of desperate longing and I knew the moment had arrived. I moved my hand faster and pressed the stranger’s cock as deep into me as I could. That bulbous head jammed against my farthest limits and as thick, white ropes of sperm began erupting from my son’s swollen penis, I screamed and hit my peak.

At that, Robert – or whatever his fucking name was – gripped my hips and began pistoning himself up into me. It was brutal and feral like nothing I’d experienced in decades, but it was exactly what I needed right then. Gary’s mouth formed a silent O and he jerked more semen out of his cock, spraying the carpet with yet one more helping of his DNA. I’m sure the security deposit would cover cum stains, wouldn’t it?

Richard’s animal yelps quieted to a contented hum as his body gradually went still beneath me. Gary’s whole body shuddered and a few more drops of cum flew from the tip of his dick. I wanted to lick him so badly just then. He shook his head, doing his best to clear the orgasmic haze, then began backing out with the stealth of a half-naked ninja.

I waited until he was safely back in the hallway before I fell sideways onto the mattress. The stranger’s hand patted my bare hip. He was either praising me for a job well done or congratulating me for being able to pull off a performance like that at my age. Either way, I didn’t care. His opinion wasn’t the one that mattered to me.

After waiting what I thought was the minimum amount of time that decorum would allow, I thanked him for a lovely evening. He informed me that he could go for another round if I was up for it, but I assured him I’d gone beyond my limit for one night. Whether he was convinced by my lie or not, he visited the bathroom, dressed, kissed me on the cheek and let himself out. I was relieved that he didn’t bother to say he’d call.

Almost as soon as the door closed behind him, Gary was coming into my room, shedding his shirt as he hopped into my bed. The smell of sex was still heavy in the air.

“Well?” I posed.

“Well, yourself,” he shot back. “Was I right? Was that what you’ve been missing?”

“Yes, in a way. But what made tonight special was you being there with me.” I held my arms out to him and he snuggled up into my embrace. “I can get by just fine with my toys. The only thing I really need is you.” We hugged for a long while and I felt his cock grow hard against my belly.

“You looked insanely sexy, Mom.”

“Just like a porn star?”

“Way better. I never imagined you could fuck like that.”

“Just because I’m old?”

“Not that, but just because, I don’t know, you’re a mom. I mean, I always knew in some way that you were sexy, but I guess I never thought you could be like that.”

“So, you enjoyed the show?”

“Wasn’t it obvious? I came so hard I thought my balls were going to turn inside out.”

I worked my hand down there and fondled his balls. “They seem just fine now.”

“How many times did you cum?”

“Once when he was eating me, and twice when we were fucking. I could go for a few more though. What d’ya say?”

“I say…” He began sucking one of my nipples as his way of finishing his answer.

“Ooo, that’s nice.” I ran my fingers through his hair and let the happy tingles spread through me. The touch of my son’s mouth electrified me in a way the stranger’s simply couldn’t. “Put your fingers in Mommy’s pussy. Yeah, that’s it, all four. Oh, shit, yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy with your fingers.”

My darling boy vigorously masturbated me to a quick orgasm. It was easy to tell his sexual prowess had improved over the past weeks. I’m sure having free access to two pussies went a long way to accelerating his bedroom skills. He really knew how to handle a pussy now, and he was only going to get better with practice. I was more than happy to give him as much of that as he wanted.

“My turn,” he said after giving me enough time to enjoy the afterglow of my hand-crafted climax.

He climbed on top of me, nudging me flat onto my back. There was a moment of panic when I thought he was going to try to fuck me. I wasn’t so much worried that he was going to try it, but more by what I was going to do. Did I have the willpower to stop him? Should I even bother?

But the crisis passed when he straddled my middle, laid his cock along the center of my chest, and gathered each of my tits up in a hand and pressed them together around his hard-on. This was a first.

“When you were on top of that guy…” He slid his cock up between my breasts. “And you were facing me…” He pulled back and did it again. “Your boobs were bouncing everywhere as you fucked up and down…” This time when he slid forward, I licked the tip of his dick when it poked up from between my cleavage. “You looked so fucking sexy, Mom. All I could think about was doing this.” He squeezed my tits hard and fucked them a few more times, savoring every stroke.

I hadn’t done a titjob since before I was married, and I remembered not being terribly fond of them. But, seeing the look of salacious joy on my son’s face changed everything. I was sure there’d be a lot more titty fucking in the near future for me.

“Hand me the lotion,” I said, pointing to the body cream on the floor next to my mattress.

He knew what I had in mind and fetched the tube without hesitation. I squirted a big dollop between my breasts, then pushed them together and held them tight. Gary eased his cock back into the fleshy crease that was formed. After a few strokes everything was well lubricated. I could tell by the plaintive noises he was making that the experience was much improved for him. As it was for me.

“Go ahead, baby, fuck Mommy’s big titties. They’re all yours.”

He lowered himself to improve his thrusting angle and began seriously humping my boobs. I kissed his belly as he heaved atop me. I desperately wanted to touch my pussy while this was going on, but I’d have to wait until he got off for that. If only Richard were still here, or even that little slut Valerie.

Gary’s hips rubbed my nipples with each passionate lunge. There was a good chance he was going to make me cum from that alone. I crossed my ankles and flexed my cunt muscles in rhythm with him.

“Mom…this feels so awesome…fucking your tits…is better than fucking Val’s pussy.”

I found that hard to believe, but I loved hearing it. I knew that having his cock inside a pussy had to feel way better physically, so it had to be the almost unimaginable idea of doing this to his own mother that must have made it seem better. Although, if given the choice to fuck that guy again or do this, I take the titty fuck from my son every time.

“I’m going to cum, Mom! I’m gonna cum all over your big, beautiful fucking tits!”

His back arched and he let out a strangled cry as he released his load. I felt the warm cream hit me under the chin, then a spurt landed on my throat, the rest flowed out high up on my chest and began to ooze to the left and right. A classic pearl necklace.

He continued working himself between my fat tits for another half a minute before finally slowing to a stop.

“I’m two seconds away from cumming,” I panted.

“You want my fingers again?”

“No, come up here and rub your cock on my face.” I almost giggled hearing myself say that. I’d never asked a man to do that to me before, but there I was dying to feel my son’s dick all over my face.

He moved higher and did as I asked. He was pressed up against the peeling wallpaper of my bedroom wall. I turned my head feeling his shaft on my cheeks, this moist cockhead along my brow, and his silken pouch on my lips. I pressed the heel of my hand over my clit and applied fluctuating pressure. I wanted to cum so bad, but I didn’t want it to happen too fast.

His cock smelled of my lavender body lotion and fresh jizz. The cum on my neck and chest tickled my skin as I indulged in the decadence of his penis. I couldn’t get enough of it. My orgasmic moans were muffled by both his balls being in my mouth at the same time. What kind of mother was I to get such sublime pleasure out of something so unthinkable? The first orgasm was quickly followed by a second, and even a third smaller one that left no doubt this was the best sex I’d ever had, or might ever have.

Gary gently took his balls back from me, then turned off the light. I was unable to move. My every muscle was slack. He cuddled in next to me and pulled the blanket up over our naked bodies.

“Is it okay if I sleep in your bed with you tonight?”

“I should say no,” I muttered sleepily.

His fingers twirled my pussy hair while he waited to see if I would actually say no. I hugged him closer and fell asleep with my darling baby in my arms.

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Chapter 20 >>

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Out of the Loop!

Sorry, everyone! I’ve had some internet problems as well as a few unexpected events that have kept me off-line over the past week and some. I’m working on a new chapter of Open Door Policy and will hopefully have it ready to post by the end of this weekend, devil willing. I hate not being able to update as often as I’d like, or write as often as I’d like, or respond to emails as much as I’d like, or fuck all of you as much as I’d like, but what can a horny housewife do? Stay tuned and I’ll have something to share as soon as I can. In the meantime, I added a new link from a reader who decided to start his own blog to share a story he’s put a lot of time and spunk into. Go visit his blog at TabooTales.kinky-blogging.com and cheer him on!

Moms in Heat

Did you have a good day at school today, Tommy? Why do you look so surprised? Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting? Mommy’s pussy. I know you’ve been going through my panty drawer, which means you most likely found the vibrator I have to use to fuck myself because your father is too limp to satisfy me. I also know you’ve been snooping on my computer and my phone. I assume you were looking for naked pictures of me. I hope you like what I put there for you to find. I decided you’ve been sniffing my panties and jerking off to my pussy long enough. You’re almost sixteen and I need to know if you’re man enough handle a real woman’s cunt. Look at it, son. Look at Mommy’s horny, wet pussy; wide open and here for the taking. I can see from the bulge in your pants that you’re getting hard. Are you going take this chance to shove that growing cock in Mommy’s fuck hole, or are you going to run and hide in your room and beat off like a little bitch?

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Welcome home, son. I was talking to Tommy’s mom this afternoon and she told me the wildest thing. I was complaining to her about how I hadn’t gotten laid since your father left us two years ago, and she said I had everything I needed right under my own roof. I didn’t know what she was talking about until she explained that she greeted her son after school the other day completely naked with her legs spread wide open. I was shocked and disgusted at first, but then she went on to tell me that her son Tommy was the best fuck she ever had, and that they’ve been doing it practically non-stop for the past two days. I admitted that I was curious about how big your cock had gotten, but that I would never consider having sex with my own boy. Once the idea was in my head, though, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Anyway, I decided to get naked and give it a try myself. So, what do you say, sweetheart? You want to end Mommy’s dry spell and slide that fat, young cock of yours into my juicy cunt?

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Don’t worry, Ryan, your father won’t be home for another two hours. I suppose you’ve heard the rumors going around that a bunch of the moms in town have started fucking their sons. I don’t know if you’re interested in banging this old twat of mine, but all the other moms seem to be having the time of their lives so I thought I’d spread my legs for you and let you see what I have to offer. I shaved my pussy nice and smooth just for the occasion. I hear that’s what you boys like nowadays. It’s not that I don’t love your father, or enjoy our sex life some of the time, but the truth is that he has a pathetically tiny dick. I saw your cock that time I accidentally walked in on you jacking off and I haven’t been able to get the image out of my mind since. Every time I fuck your dad, I fantasize that it’s your big cock ramming in and out of my cunt. It’s the only way I’ve been able to orgasm lately. I’ll do whatever you want – I’ll suck your dick, let you cum in my pussy, or even give you Mommy’s virgin asshole to fuck if that’s what it takes. And besides, you don’t want to be the only boy in town who’s not fucking his mother’s horny cunt, do you?

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Please Don’t Tell

As most of you know, I had a lot of sexual fantasies about my brother when I was a teenager. Although nothing ever happened between us, we did so much in my mind that it sometimes feels like we did. Here’s another one of the scenarios I would often use to get myself off…

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My brother is at practice, and my parents aren’t home from work yet. I’m naked, as I usually am when I have the house to myself, and I go into my brother’s bedroom. I snoop around in his stuff, looking for anything he might be trying to hide but don’t find anything new. I put on one of his hockey jerseys and lie on his bed. I begin touching myself between the legs. I can smell his scent on his pillow and this turns me on all the more.

My clit is hard as I tease it and flick it. I’m in no hurry, I have at least another hour so I can afford to take it slow and enjoy a long build up to a screaming orgasm. That’s the other benefit to being home alone – I don’t have to be quiet when I make myself cum. My fingers are all slippery with pussy juice as I explore the intimate contours of my young cunt. I tickle my light crop of pubic hair and flirt with my virgin hole. I pinch my nipples through the jersey, delighting in feeling them stiffen between my fingers. My clit is so hard that it’s aching.

I imagine my brother there on top of me. He’s telling me how beautiful I am and how much he always wanted me. His cock is poised at my opening. He desperately wants to fuck me, but he knows how wrong it would be to fuck his own sister. In my mind I’m about to tell him to do it when I hear someone clear their throat loudly.

I open my eyes and see my brother Nick standing there with his backpack slung over one shoulder and a devilish grin on his face. I scream, slam my legs together and pull his jersey down to cover myself.

“Too late, Rachael,” he chortles, “already saw everything.”

“Nick! Get out of here!”

“Why should I? It’s my room.” He drops his book bag and steps into the room. I can see from the bulge in his pants that he already has a hard-on.

“How long were you there?”

“Long enough to see my dear little sister doing some very dirty things to herself.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Hey, I’m not the one jerking off in your bed.” He rubbed his bulge. “You know, that sounds like a pretty good idea.”

“Don’t you dare!” I yelled, trying to cover up how much I would love it if he did that.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to stop just because of me.”

“Shut up, weirdo.” I sat up, trying to figure out how I was going to get past him and make it safely back to my room before I embarrassed myself any more.

“Where d’ya think you’re going?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“Not with my jersey, you’re not. Take it off.”

“No way!”

“Alright, guess I’ll just have to tell Mom and Dad what I found in my room when I came home from school today.”

It was bad enough being caught by my brother, but I would absolutely die if my parents found out I played with myself. It would be even worse if they knew I was doing it in Nick’s room.

“Please don’t tell,” I begged, knowing it would give him the upper hand.

“I won’t if you do what I tell you to do.”

“God, you’re such a jerk!”

“Give me back my jersey, Rach. Now.”

I pull it off and throw it at him, then do my best to cover my small tits and wet pussy with my hands.

“No reason to be shy, sis.” He teases as he carelessly tosses the jersey aside and looks me over with a hungry lust that makes my clit start throbbing. “Actually, I feel bad for interrupting. Why don’t you go ahead and finish.”

“Are you crazy?”

“I wonder how long you’ll be grounded after Mom and Dad find out about the freaky things you do when they’re not at home. Maybe I’ll tell them about how you sometimes play with yourself in their bed, too.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I didn’t, but I do now.”

“Rrrr! I hate you!”

“Go ahead an open up those skinny legs of yours and let me see that pussy again.” His confident smile informs me that he knows he has me right where he wants me. I have no choice…or at least that’s what I tell myself.

“If anyone’s a freak here, it’s you.”

I lie back, my heart races, and I take my hand away from my pussy. Hesitantly, I open my legs. I don’t want him to know how much I really want to do this for him.

“Nice,” he says in a whispery voice as my knees touch down on the mattress to my left and right. “I wanna see our tits, too.”

I take my arm away, leaving myself completely exposed to my brother. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before. It’s scary and thrilling at the same time.

“Can I go now?” I complain, hoping he continues to exert his power over me and says no.

“Touch it,” he orders. There’s a thick rasp in his voice that sends tingles across my bare flesh. “I want to see you play with your pussy some more.”

My hand moves down to my cunt. I wonder if he can see how much I’m trembling. If he can, I hope he thinks it’s because I’m upset and not because I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Yeah, that’s it, Rachael. Pretend like I’m not even here and touch yourself the way you like to.”

“Shut up, loser.” My words didn’t have any strength behind them. Could he tell I meant the exact opposite of what I was saying?

I spread my wetness up the length of my slit, circling a finger around my hard clit, then going back down for more of my natural lubricant. I’m leaking like never before and can feel it actually trickling down my ass crack. I have to be careful or I’ll cum in about another three seconds. I don’t want him to know just how horny this is making me. That’s when I hear a zipper coming down. My heart leaps. Is this really happening?

I look up to see my brother holding his hard cock in his hand. He’s stroking it slowly as he stares between my legs, transfixed by my pussy. I’ve been dreaming about seeing his penis for so long, and now there it is, all big and hard. I feel strangely proud that his cock is like that because of me.

“You like that?” he asks, stepping closer and brandishing his hard-on in my direction.

I swallow, debating how to respond. I find myself nodding before I consciously make up my mind. He comes to the side of the bed and tugs on his erection, aiming it right at me. God, it’s a magnificent sight.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off, too?” I suggest.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he quips and begins stripping.

I continue fingering myself as I watch my brother’s athletic body come into view with each piece of clothing that he sheds. Soon he’s as naked as I am. I can’t stop staring. He likes that I’m looking at him as much as I like him looking at me.

“Are you going to cum?” I ask, surprised at how forward I’m able to be given the situation.

“I will if you do.”

I begin working my pussy more seriously, just like I would if I was alone. When he sees this he gets on the bed with me, kneeling at my side watching my hand moving rapidly between my legs. His cock is close enough for me to reach out and touch. I unintentionally let out a little moan. He takes this as a signal to touch my tits with his free hand. He’s being a bit too rough, but I still like it.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum, Rachael.”

Hearing him say my name while he’s beating off over my naked body drives me wild. I slip a finger in my hole and moan some more as I feel my orgasm building quickly. I try to make it last as long as I can, but it only takes a minute before I reach the point of no return.

“I’m gonna cum, Nick! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard!” Without thinking I reach up and cup his balls, feeling them all hot and sweaty in my palm for the first time. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

He beats his cock faster and I get the idea that he’s trying to time his orgasm with mine. God, that’s so friggin’ hot! I cry out and my ass comes up off the bed as I start to go off.

“Do it, Rachael. Let me see you cum!” His fingers dig into my small tit as he groans. “Oh, fuck!”

Despite being in the throes of my own orgasm, I’m still able to see the head of his cock suddenly swell seconds before a big spurt of sperm shoots out and lands on my tummy. Waves of ecstasy are crashing through me. My brother redirects his penis and more come splashes on my tits and nipples. The feeling of his warm spunk on my skin is beyond amazing. We both continue rubbing ourselves well after our orgasms have passed, neither one wanting it to come to an end.

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It was rare that I didn’t cum by this point in the fantasy. Sometimes I would change it up and imagine that he came on my pussy, and more recently I began having him cum on my face or in my open mouth. Back then I didn’t fully appreciate how enjoyable it was to eat my lover’s semen.

If I hadn’t made myself cum by this point, my fantasy self would notice that my brother’s cock was still as hard as ever and I’d ask, “Do you want to fuck me?” He always said yes and was inside of me in no time. He would fuck me hard and fast and we’d cum together once again, with me getting off in real life at that same moment.

For some reason, I’m always a virgin in this fantasy even though I don’t think I was when I first started using this fantasy while masturbating. I guess the idea of my brother taking my innocence added some extra spice to the scene for me. By the way, I often used this fantasy while I was in his bed and wearing one of his hockey jerseys. I guess I was doing everything I could to make my fantasy a reality without actually doing it “on purpose.”

Damn, now I’m going to have to go masturbate to this. If I don’t orgasm when he fires his load down my throat, I’m going to have him flip me over and fuck my ass till I cum!

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