Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

There’s something that I really want to tell you, but I’m too embarrassed to talk to you about it so I decided to write you this letter. Okay, this is super embarrassing and I don’t want you to hate me or think that I’m a weirdo or anything. What I want to say is that I think you are very sexy, Mom. I started noticing this a while ago. You’re the hottest mom of anyone I know. I think you’re so pretty, and that you have a smoking body. Because of all this, I’ve been having strange feelings about you that I never had before. Sometimes when you’re around I get this shaky feeling inside, and other feelings in other places. This happens mostly when you’re wearing your tight jeans or one of those stretchy tank tops you like. But there’s more stuff that’s even worse.

I started thinking about you in bad ways at night when I was in bed. Seeing you every day was making me kind of crazy I guess. Last month I looked out my window and saw you getting a tan in your bikini. I couldn’t stop looking at your body. Then you got up and walked around the yard. I don’t understand why, but seeing you walking in the grass with bare feet made me even more excited. When I saw you start pulling weeds in your flower bed and pruning your rose bushes, I did something very bad and embarrassing. My thing was really hard and it hurt like crazy. I rubbed it while I watched you through the window. I know you probably think that is creepy and disgusting.

Ever since then I’ve been dying to see more of you. Mom, I know this isn’t normal. I tried to find a way to see you when you’re taking a shower, but couldn’t. I even looked in your bedroom at night a couple times and it was too dark to see anything. One time, though, I did hear you and Dad doing it and I listened. I’m ashamed to tell you all this, but I also rubbed myself that time, too. The whole time I wanted it to be me in there with you instead of Dad. I know, stupid, right?

Anyway, you’ll probably hate me after you read this, but I had to let you know how sexy I think you are, and how awesome and beautiful I think your body is. I love you very much, Mom, and I want you so bad.

Sincerely Yours,
Jimmy

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My darling son,

First of all, I could never hate you no matter what, so don’t ever think that I do. I know that this is a confusing time for you and that you’re going through a lot of changes. You are becoming a man and having urges that you never had before. I’m not upset at you for feeling the way you do – it’s not like you can help it. I’m even a little flattered that you think I’m pretty and sexy even though I’m your mother. What you’re going through is perfectly natural and it’s okay.

Believe it or not, I went through the same sort of thing when I was your age. I understand what it’s like to have “bad” feelings about someone you shouldn’t. Although, I wasn’t brave enough to write this person a letter like you did. I’ve thought a lot about this over the past couple of days, and I’ve decided to do something to help you.

When you come home from school tomorrow, I’ll be in my bedroom and I’ll be naked. If you like, you can come into my room and look at my body. I’ll let you see my breasts, my bare bottom, and if you really want you can look between my legs. This isn’t a proper thing for a mother to do, but if it will help relieve your curiosity and keep you from sneaking around and feeling like a creep, then it will be worth it. I probably shouldn’t say this, but if you need to it would be okay if you “rub” yourself while you look (as long as you are careful and don’t get your mess on anything in my bedroom).

I will only do this if you absolutely promise not to tell anyone, especially your father. He would kill us both if he found out I did this with you. And I want you to understand that this is a one-time thing that I’m doing only to relieve your pent up frustration. After tomorrow, we go on as usual and we don’t talk about it. If you agree, then I’ll see you in my bedroom when you get home tomorrow.

Love,
Mom

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Dear Mom,

I know you said we shouldn’t talk about it, but I just wanted to write you a thank you note to say THANK YOU!!! That was beyond anything I ever hoped for. I’m still so excited my whole body is on fire with electric shocks. My penis hasn’t gone down since what happened. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

God, your body was even sexier than I thought. Your breasts were perfect and I liked how they jiggled without a bra or anything on. Your butt was so nice I just wanted to grab it with both my hands. But the best part was when you opened your legs up and let me look at everything down there. Even if you didn’t say it was okay to rub myself, I probably would have done it anyway when you showed me your vagina. Then when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you spread yourself open and let me see everything! I had no clue girls had so much going on down there. But that wasn’t even the best part.

I learned so much today! I had no idea that girls rubbed themselves, too, like guys did. I thought since you didn’t have a penis that you couldn’t do that. I like how you explained everything you were doing while you touched yourself and taught me about your clitoris and stuff. My favorite part was when you started bouncing up and down like crazy and were yelling “I’m going to cum” over and over again. It’s funny how that word is the same for what happens to both of us when we rub ourselves.

You said this was going to be a one-time thing, but I really, really hope that we can do it again sometime. It seemed like you had as much fun as I did. Plus, there’s probably a lot more that you can teach me about that I don’t know when it comes to sex and women. I’m really lucky to have you for a mom, and I think you’re the sexiest woman alive!

I love you,
Jimmy

P.S. I was rubbing my penis the whole time I was writing this and now I’m going to make it cum.

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My sweet boy,

I did have fun with you, but I took things a bit further than I had intended. That wasn’t something a son should ever see his mother doing. Rubbing yourself like that should only be done in private, or with your husband or wife after you’re married. By the way, rubbing yourself the way we did is called masturbation, but boys usually just call it jerking off. I shouldn’t have masturbated in front of you like I did, but I got so excited showing off naked for you that I couldn’t help myself. I was surprised at how big your penis had gotten and was very turned on by it.

Yes, I did say it was a once only thing, but I suppose you make a good point. There is more for you to learn and I would rather you learned it from me than from boys at school or worse – on the internet. You can come to my bedroom again after school today. This time I will use a toy that I have and show you what it looks like when a man and a woman make love. Bring extra tissues this time because you might need to clean up your mess more than once.

And, remember, your father can never know about this. It’s a secret just for you and me.

With love,
Your Mother

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Dear Mom,

Wow – I learned so much from you this afternoon that my head is still spinning! I really like how you started calling it your pussy instead of vagina – that sounds so much sexier. I also thought it was very interesting how sex happens. Dad talked to me a while ago about how the penis goes in the vagina, but when you showed me what it really looked like with that fake one, it was totally different than what I was thinking. I thought it was funny at first that you had a big rubber penis, especially when you could have Dad’s whenever you want, but the way you explained it all made a lot of sense.

I didn’t think you could get any more sexy, but you did. I can’t wait for tomorrow’s lesson!

Lotsa love,
Jimmy

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My dear son,

I know you probably don’t think so, but I have to apologize for my behavior during our last “lesson.” I didn’t think there would be any harm in letting your touch my breasts, or tits as you preferred to call them, but I was obviously wrong. I should have stopped it there and not caved in when you begged me with those puppy-dog eyes of yours to let you suck my nipples. It felt so good to have you once again at my breast that I lost control.

It was bad enough that I started touching your penis while you were playing with my tits, but I never should have sucked your cock the way that I did. There’s no excuse for me doing that to you. I’m your mother and I should have respected the boundary between us. Showing you my body and teaching you about sex is one thing, but what I did is unforgivable. I know you enjoyed what we did, and I don’t want you to feel bad about it because you did nothing wrong.

Since it appears that I am unable to control myself when I’m with you, I feel it would be best for us to not have any more lessons. I think you’ve learned more than most boys your age, and that you have enough information now to sort the rest out for yourself.

I love you, and I always will. Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry for what I did, and I hope you can forgive me, but we can’t let anything like that ever happen again.

All my love,
Mom

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Dear Mom,

I’m not mad at you. But I can’t forgive you because I don’t think you did anything wrong. I’m really happy that you sucked my cock. I had no idea that people could do sex like that. I was surprised when you didn’t stop toward the end and had me cum in your mouth. I didn’t know before that women liked to taste and swallow cum. I probably never would have figured that out on my own in a million years!

I know you feel bad about what happened, but I don’t understand why. It felt really super good for me, and it looked like you enjoyed it, too. You kept making all those humming noises and looking up at me while you sucked my cock in and out of your mouth. You even licked and sucked my balls – which was crazy awesome! And the whole time you were masturbating with your fingers and sticking them way up inside you. After you swallowed everything, you made yourself cum even harder than the other times.

I don’t think we should stop. Okay, maybe things went too far, but we can fix it. Let’s just go back to the way we started. Let me look at you naked and jerk off. If you want, you can masturbate, too. But that’s all we’ll do. No touching or anything, I promise. You said looking was okay, so we can just stick to that. Please, Mom! All the bad things I was feeling before have gone away since you started letting me see you naked. Also, my cock doesn’t hurt as much now that you taught me it’s okay to jerk off as much as I want and I don’t have to feel guilty about it.

Love and hugs,
Jimmy

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Darling,

You have no idea how much I’ve been struggling with this. You’re too young to understand how wrong what I did was. At the same time, it isn’t fair to you to stop because of something I did. Why should you be punished for my transgression?

I’ve decided that, after a little time to cool off, we can try again. You can come to my bedroom Monday after school. I’ll be naked, and you can look all you want from a safe distance while you jerk off your gorgeous cock. I can’t trust myself to masturbate while you’re in the room, so I’ll wait until you finish and leave before I pleasure myself. I know you enjoy watching Mommy make herself cum, but if this is to continue that’s the way it has to be.

Love,
Mom

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Hey Mom,

I know you’re still angry at me after what I just did, but you have to let me explain. I was so happy that you were still going to let me see you naked that I had no problem with us not touching. I thought the first couple days went great. I even liked hearing you make yourself cum so hard after I left and closed your door. But then you did that one thing on the third day.

Remember how you got off of your bed then got on your hands and knees in front of me? I thought your butt looked so sexy and I never saw your pussy that way before. It was the best. Then you pulled your butt cheeks apart and showed me your asshole. I never thought about it before, but seeing you spreading your ass and letting me see everything made me go wild. You even let me get up close and squirt my cum right on your pretty asshole. I liked that a lot! And that’s what gave me the idea.

When I asked the next day if we could do that again, you seemed happy that I liked seeing you that way. Once you were down on the floor and all spread open, I couldn’t help it – I went through with my plan. Instead of cumming on your asshole like you thought I would, I just stuck my cock in your pussy without asking. I know I only managed to hold on and keep it in there for about five seconds before you got me off of you, but it was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life and probably the best I’ll ever have.

I know I shouldn’t have done it and that it pretty much makes me a rapist because you didn’t want me to do that. I’m really sorry, Mom. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t now. You trusted me and I ruined everything. I wouldn’t blame you if you never talk to me again.

Sorry,
Jimmy

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Dear Jimmy,

I’m sorry that it has taken me a whole week to sort out my feelings about everything. I wasn’t giving you the silent treatment because I was angry with you, but because I ashamed with myself and couldn’t understand the mix of emotions I was feeling. And, for the record, you’re a lot of things, but you certainly aren’t a rapist. After a lot of soul searching, I believe I’ve found some answers.

I wasn’t upset because I didn’t want you to do that. It was just the opposite. I was having fantasies about you putting your cock in me, and I didn’t like that I was feeling that way. I would use my dildo while your father was at work and you were at school, and pretend like it was you inside me. This was disturbing for me, but I couldn’t stop myself. Then, when you “stuck your cock in my pussy” that day, I freaked out. Not because I didn’t want it, but because I knew I shouldn’t want it. I also didn’t think it was right for you to lose your virginity to your own mother. That should be a special moment in a boy’s life that he shares with a girl that he cares about.

The main thing I’ve been struggling with all this time has been how good it felt the moment you did that, and how much I want you to do it again. I’ve had to accept that I’m a terrible mother for wanting this, but I do.

When you get home from school tomorrow, I’ll be in my bedroom naked. I want you to come to my room and make love to me. If you don’t come, I’ll understand, but I can’t go back to just showing off my body for you. It has to be all or nothing. I know it’s a lot for you to deal with, and this could very well lead to the two of us becoming emotional wrecks down the road, but I desperately want you inside me. I need your cock in my pussy. Not just because you’re a man, but because you’re my son. I don’t know how to explain it, but I want you to fuck me. And I’m hoping you want this, too.

I’ll be waiting naked, wet, and ready, but I promise that I’ll still love you forever whether you choose to come to me or not.

With all my heart,
Your loving mother

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Dear Mom,

Can you believe it’s been 25 years since we first became lovers? I remember being so excited that day because I was going to get to have real sex for the first time with the sexiest woman I knew (or would ever know). It was over so fast, I don’t know how you got any pleasure out of it. But I guess back in those days I made up for in quantity what I lacked in quality. And now here we are all these years later and I’m just as excited to make love to you now as I was back then.

I thought things would end between us when I got married, but once the honeymoon was over I was happy to find that you were still there for me. You know I love Brenda and that she’s a fantastic wife, but she can never make me feel the way I do when I’m with you. And I’m not just saying that because she doesn’t let me fuck her in the ass like my adoring mother does!

When Dad left you for another woman, I was afraid that you would blame yourself and our relationship for driving him away. I know it was a rough time, but I’m glad I was able to be there for you in a way that most sons can’t be. As bad as things were, I think we had some of our most passionate lovemaking sessions during those days.

But, as much as I love fucking you, Mom, you know I love eating your pussy even more. There’s not a week that goes by that I don’t think about the day you taught me how to go down on you. I must have been so awful at it that first time! But you were patient with me, and coached me through how to move my tongue, and use my lips, and not let my teeth get in the way. It took several attempts, but the first time I made you cum with just my mouth is still the proudest day of my life.

And now I’m a dad with a family of my own. A dad with a daughter in the mad clutches of puberty like I was when I had been so driven to desperation that I was lusting after my own mother. Well, it might interest you to know that I got an oddly familiar note from Jenny the other day. It seems that she has some “bad feelings” that she doesn’t know how to handle and asked if I’d be willing to help her deal with them. She didn’t come right out and ask to see me naked like I so crudely did of you in my youth, but the hints were there. I was struck by the unlikely coincidence that my own child would resort to the same method that I had used in an attempt to assuage my adolescent urges, but then it became obvious. I don’t suppose you and your granddaughter have had any recent heart-to-heart talks about growing up and the willingness of a loving parent to do anything it takes to make the passage into adulthood a little less confusing?

You don’t have to answer that – I already know the answer. I’m glad that Jenny has such an understanding grandmother, and I hope I can be half as good a teacher to her as you were to me. But, know this, if Tina comes to me in a few years wondering if she might be a lesbian, I’m having her write you a long letter!

I love you, Mom, and I look forward to seeing you next week for our usual “lunch date” at the Marriott.

Your devoted son,
Jimmy

P.S. I’ll bring the nipple clamps and lube. Don’t forget to bring your strap-on and that new cock ring you wanted me to try out.

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I just love it when I wake up in the morning with a fully-formed story idea in my head. All I have to do is capture it and get it down on “paper.” Although, I can’t take credit for the unique format of this dirty story. I shamelessly stole that idea from Heat, a writer over at Lush. I recently read his stories titled Pen Pals and More and was very intrigued by the way he presented the interaction between the two main characters. I guess that was sluicing around in the nasty swamp of my unconscious mind and delivered up this fun little exchange. Please go to Lush and give Heat’s story a bunch of 5 votes! Of course, you should read them as well – I think you’ll like them as much as I did. But, if nothing else, he deserves a reward for inspiring my perverted imagination, and so it would mean a lot to me if you gave his story a nice boost!

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Open Door Policy 21

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 21
by DirtyMindedMom

It was Friday morning, we were running late, and Gary and I were tripping over each other as we rushed through our bathroom routines at the same time. I’d hit the snooze button a few too many times, but with the warm body of my naked son to cuddle up with under the covers, I just couldn’t force myself to get out of bed.

“…Mom? Earth to Mom!” Gary was waving his hand to get my attention.

I realized I was standing in front of the sink, water running, my toothbrush poised motionless over my back molars. I had become completely engrossed in what my son was doing.

“Wow, Mom, you really like watching me piss, don’t you?” He shook the last drops from the tip of his cock, which was still engorged thanks to the delightful phenomenon known as morning wood.

I resumed brushing my teeth, feeling a bit silly for being caught staring like that. “It’s not my fault you look so cute when you pee.”

He flushed the toilet and moved behind me. Both of us were naked, as it had become our habit to wait until the last possible moment to get dressed before heading out for the day. After rubbing his dick across my bare butt a few times, he laid his hard-on along the crack of my ass and hugged me, nestling himself deeper into my rear crevice. With his arms wrapped around my middle, he rested his chin on my shoulder and looked at me through the reflection in the mirror.

“But you weren’t looking at me, you were looking at my dick.” He kissed my neck and I felt my knees go a little weak. “I like the way you look at me now. How you’re always checking out my junk, especially in the bathroom.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I leaned forward and spit out a mouthful of toothpaste. “We don’t have time to mess around, we’re already late as it is.”

He pressed his cock tighter into my ass crack. “If we’re already in trouble for being late, then another five minutes won’t matter.” He kissed me again, causing the toothbrush to slip out of my hand. “Touch your nipples for me, Mom. I want to see you play with your tits.”

Even as my mind was coming up with a list of reasons we shouldn’t be fooling around, my hands went to my chest as if I had no control over them. I pinched my nipples, then pulled, then rubbed, feeling them getting plumper at my rough handling. “Like this?”

“Mmm, just like that.” His hands slipped down to my hips and he began humping against me. His eyes flicked from where his cock was sliding between my cheeks to watching me in the mirror tugging and twisting my nipples. “I still can’t believe it sometimes. I get to see my own mom playing with her boobs. I can see you naked pretty much whenever I want. You let me rub my cock all over you.”

“It’s the same for me, you know,” I said, my voice sounding somewhat weak and thready. “It feels so strange to think that I’ve been spreading my legs and letting my son see my pussy. And that I allow you to watch me masturbate and to see me orgasm.”

“I love watching you play with yourself, Mom. You look so fucking hot when you cum.” He had gone from humping to fucking my butt crack. It would take only a slight shift for him to slip inside me. “I love the way you taste. How weird is it that I know exactly what my Mom’s pussy tastes like?”

“Not any weirder than me knowing what my son’s cum tastes like. I never imagined I would one day suck my own son’s cock, much less eat his cum.”

“I bet you…Uhhh! Sorry, Mom!”

Gary’s fingers dug into my hips and he thrust hard against me, forcing me forward to bang into the edge of the vanity. I saw his face screw up in that way I had become familiar with, and moments later the warm wetness of my boy’s ejaculation was splattering across my lower back. He worked his pulsing cock up and down my ass crack a few more times, milking a half a dozen more spurts out onto my skin.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” I purred. “Why did you say sorry?”

“I was going to cum in your mouth and let you swallow it the way you like to, but I came too fast. Sorry.”

I reached around and scooped some of the spunk from the top of my ass. I licked and sucked my fingers clean. “I’ll just have to get by somehow.”

He shook his head and smiled at my joyful depravity. Gary gave me a playful slap on the ass. “Well, we’re running late, I’d better go get dressed!”

“Oh, no you don’t, mister!” I grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “You’re not getting off that easy!”

He knew I wouldn’t just let him walk away after working me up the way he had. He once again hugged me from behind, kissing my ear lobe and making me giggle like a love-struck girl. One of his hands went up to my breasts, the other down below. His touch easily found my swollen clit. I gasped at the magical shock the intimate contact sent through my body. Bracing my hands on the wall in front of me, I watched in the mirror as my son fingered and fondled me. I couldn’t ever remember being as turned on with his father, not even back when we’d first been married. There was something deeply wrong with me, but whatever it was I didn’t want to fix it.

“You like that, Mom? You like when I touch you there?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Where am I touching you right now?”

“You’re touching my pussy.”

His finger slipped down and picked up some of my wetness then went right back to my clit. He was getting so very good at this.

“C’mon, Mom, you know that’s not how you like to say it. What am I touching?”

“You’re touching my cunt.” Hearing my own words brought my legs to the verge of giving out. If hadn’t been pressing his body against mine and pinning me to the sink, I wouldn’t have been able to remain standing.

“That’s right. You’re letting your son touch your cunt. Your beautiful, hairy, wet, delicious cunt.” He twisted one of my nipples just how he knew I liked it. “Tell me what you want, Mom.”

“I want you to make me cum…to make my cunt cum.” I cried out as his fingers quickened between my pussy lips. “Oh, yes! Play with my cunt! Finger your mother’s horny fucking cunt! Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop! Aaaaahhhh!”

My orgasm came fast and hard. I was left breathless for a moment as my body convulsed. When the pleasure-induced seizure subsided, I sucked in just enough air to allow me to let out another long, relieved moan that transformed into a helpless laugh of pure happiness. I turned in my son’s embrace, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. Our tongues played against one another, and he wasn’t the least bit bothered that my mouth still tasted of his cum. I was so overpowered by love for him in that moment that my natural urge was to spread my legs right there and take him inside me.

But I forced those feelings aside. Despite what we had just done, I was his mother, not his lover. Just because what I was already doing with him was wrong didn’t justifying doing things that were even more wrong. I clutched my son tighter to me, crushing my breasts against his chest. A tickle of worry managed to work its way into the mush that my brain had turned into as a consequence of my orgasm. Gary had no trouble convincing me to mess around with him just now by making that exact argument. Since we were already a little late, did it really matter if we were a little later? If what we were doing was already immoral, did it really matter if we were just a little more immoral?

I was fairly certain I was strong enough to keep myself from crossing any further over the line. But my worry was that if my son decided he wanted to take our sexual relationship to the next level, I would be incapable of resisting. I tried to focus on something else, not wanting to pull back the curtains on what I suspected was my underlying desire for my son to take control and force me to give in to him completely.

I reluctantly pulled away. “Okay, that’s it, we really have to get going now. Wipe the cum off my back, then go get dressed.”

He held me tight and looked into my eyes. When did my little boy become so tall?

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, Sweetie,” I said despite the lump in my throat.

He kissed me once more on the lips. “And one more for the road,” he said, ducking his head down and latching onto one of my nipples, giving it a couple of hard sucks. My knees almost went out again. Shit, I was going to have to buy a walker if this kept up!

I pushed until he released my tit with a wet popping sound, then swatted his butt as he ran toward his bedroom. My pussy ached, making it known that it needed to be filled. I decided that I had to ask Gary if he minded if I went online and found another “date” for this weekend. I needed cock, and since it couldn’t be my son’s then it had to be someone’s – my dildo just wasn’t going to do it for me.

I dropped my bad boy off at school with a note containing lies about why he was late. I laughed on my way to work thinking about what that note would look like if I had been honest: “Please excuse Gary’s tardiness this morning. He was delayed due to excessive horniness. I tried to get my son off as quickly as possible by letting him hump my butt, however this only caused me to become even hornier. I promise not to let Gary masturbate my clit before school in the future, and will restrict our incestuous sexplay to the evenings (after he has completed all his homework, of course). With regards, Gary’s cock-hungry mother, Joanne Harden.”

My day at the office was torture. Everything was giving me more trouble than it should have, from the computer, to the boss, to the screwed up invoices. The fact that I was dying to get home so I could pick up with Gary where we’d left off, and keep going right through the weekend, certainly didn’t help matters any. By the time I got home, I was ready to strip down as soon as I walked through the door and suck some dick. Instead of being naked, as I had expected my son to be, he was dressed in a nice button-down shirt and a pair of khaki slacks. Oh God, was there something going on that I forgot about?

“Don’t you look handsome,” I commented while racking my brain for whatever it was I’d let slip.

“Oh, thanks,” he said looking down at his outfit.

“Don’t tell me you actually ironed all that yourself?” I said, knowing I couldn’t stall forever.

“Yeah, only burned down half my room,” he joked. “So…Valerie’s mom invited us over for dinner tonight.

“Tonight?” No, I didn’t drop the ball here. I would have remembered that. “Awfully short notice, isn’t it?”

“She asked me on Wednesday, but sorta forgot to tell you.”

“Sorta?” I guess he could see that I wasn’t thrilled about the idea. Not that I didn’t want to meet his girlfriend’s mom, but after the day I had, and the expectation of a night of multiple naked orgasms, this wasn’t exactly the best news.

“Please, Mom. I know I should have told you earlier, but I’ll end up looking like a real a-hole if we blow this off.”

“Since you’ve gone to the trouble of learning how to use the iron, I guess it’s the least I can do.”

He ran over and grabbed me up in a hug. “Thanks, Mom!”

“But you owe me.” I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, afraid to do anything more and risk letting myself get too carried away. “Big time.”

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“Let me help,” I insisted, but Vera refused. I didn’t put up much of a fight.

Valerie’s mom cleared the dishes from the table and moved them to the sink, bragging proudly about her kids as she did. The colorful lilt of her accent made it easier to listen to. Her son Cris, who was about a year and a half older than his sister, had retired to his room as soon dinner was finished. I could hear the guitar chords he was practicing reverberating through the walls. Valerie was in the living room with Gary. The TV was on, but I suspected only to cover whatever it was they were whispering about. I could see how difficult it was for them to keep their hands off each other.

“Maria, she give me nothing but tears and heartache,” Vera crossed herself as she spoke about her eldest daughter, “but she graduating college this year and already have two job offers.”

She rinsed her careworn hands and dried them on an even more worn dishtowel. Vera was an attractive woman, if you could look past the utilitarian way she kept her hair, the lack of makeup, and the functional but unflattering clothes she wore. This was a woman who had given up on any effort to maintain her desirability. But it was easy to see where Valerie got her figure. She couldn’t compete with her mother in the bosom department, but maybe after she’d had a few kids of her own she could give her mom a run for her money. Vera moved with the grace of a woman who could have once been a dancer, but had long since put aside childish dreams. Her hips were a tad wider than mine, but they were in perfect proportion to her full backside. This was a woman who would have caused some Speedos to tighten if she chose to wear a thong bikini to the beach. She must have been a wildcat between the sheets back in the day.

“Coffee?” she asked, pulling me out of my musings before they got any more graphic.

“I’d love a cup,” I said, trying not to show how eager I was to get home and get into bed with her daughter’s boyfriend.

She put the kettle on, then leaned to the side and checked on the kids before sitting down. “I know it’s no my business, but Valerie say you move away from your husband.”

Okay, wasn’t expecting to go there. “Yes.” Was I about to get a lecture about a wife’s duty to her man or something? “It’s been difficult, but I think it’s the best thing for me, and for my son.”

Vera nodded gravely. “I love my husband,” she said, then paused. It sounded more like she was making a legal disclaimer than stating an emotional truth. She checked over my shoulder making sure the kids were still otherwise occupied and lowered her voice. “But I think maybe he no love me so much anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said with as much compassion as I could muster after being blindsided with this unexpected turn in the conversation.

“He is away to work every night, and come home very late after I sleep. He pay the bills and make a nice house for us, but…” She startled at the sound of the kettle whistling.

Vera got up and made two cups of coffee. She did so without saying anything, only continuing once she sat back down in the same conspiratorial tone she was using before.

“You see, my husband, he goes with the whores sometimes. I know this.” She couldn’t hide the pained expression admitting this brought about. “More than sometimes, to tell the truth. He don’t touch me for years.” She sipped her coffee and shrugged. “But who need that anyway, yes? At our age, the man and the romance are no important.” She was trying to convince herself more than me.

“I don’t know about that, but I have an idea how you must feel. I left my husband because he was cheating on me.” I reached over and patted her hand.

Vera captured my hand in both of hers and held on tight. “This is what Valerie say to me. You know what is like, and you leave from your husband. You think I should do this thing, too?”

“Oh…well, I don’t know. We only just met tonight. I can’t—“

“You are a strong woman, making a life yourself, I don’t know if I can do like you. But maybe it is what I want to do.”

“I don’t know much about you, or your husband, or your life together, but I do know that everyone deserves to be happy. If you’re not happy, then it’s up to you to do something about that.”

She thought about this, wringing my hand as she did. “My mother always say to me, ‘Everyone can’t always be happy.’”

“She may be right,” I conceded, “but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.”

“I am a good wife, always faithful. I was young and beautiful many years ago and I had chances with men who tried with me.” There was no doubt that was true. “I worked hard. I am a good mother to his children. I never ask too much.” She squeezed my hands as if coming to a conclusion. “I believe what you say. I deserve to be happy. I do for everyone else, now I must do for me.” She wiped away the tears that she had been stubbornly refusing to let fall from her eyes.

Oh, geez, what had I gone and done? All I wanted was to come home after a crummy day, curl up with my boy, and play with him under the covers. Instead I was apparently convincing this woman, this stranger, to leave her husband!

“Look,” I said, trying to slow down her momentum, “don’t be in a hurry. It took me a lot of time and soul searching before I made the decision to end my marriage and go out on my own. You really need to think about this and not just go by what I say. What was right for me might not be what’s right for you and your family.”

“Yes, yes, you are right.” She let go of my hands and took up her coffee cup. Vera leaned back and drank, but I could see the wheels spinning in her head. She’d already made up her mind and was now planning her next move. “I am so glad you came to my house and we finally meet.”

Her words were sincere, but it clicked then that the only reason she invited me and Gary for this dinner was because she knew I had left my husband and wanted me to provide her an excuse to do the same. If that was the case, then it looked like my work was done! Time to exit stage left.

I checked my watch. “Gary,” I called over to the next room. “You have practice in the morning, right?”

There was a stomach-clenching hesitation. “Um…yeah? I think so…”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes dramatically. “The one thing I won’t miss when I send him off to college is not having to be his chauffeur at 7 a.m. on a weekend morning. I better get him home and into bed.”

Mercifully, my ploy worked, and we were soon at the front door saying our thank-yous and goodbyes. I was caught by surprise when Vera pulled me into a hug. She was smaller than me, but apparently much stronger! I hugged her back and tried to ignore the awkwardness I felt at the way our breasts were pressing together.

Once in the safety of the car I was able to relax a little. I pulled away from the curb and headed for the boulevard.

“What were you and Valerie’s mom talking about in there?” Gary asked.

“Nothing special.”

“Yeah, right.” He undid the top button of his shirt. “Was it about me and Valerie? It looked pretty serious.”

“Valerie’s mom didn’t want me to say anything. But, yes, we were talking about you.” I said the next thing that popped into my head before I could stop myself. “She wanted to know if you’d be willing to marry her daughter now that she’s pregnant.”

Gary choked and turned to me with a look of terror. “Mom! I swear we used a condom every time! There’s no way!”

“Those things aren’t one-hundred percent. You know that. Especially when they slip off and get lost up in there.”

“Why didn’t she tell me? What did her mom say? Does her dad know? Holy shit…”

I couldn’t keep a straight face. “How’s that for a reality check?”

“Are you seriously kidding me right now? You really just made that up to fuck with me for no reason?”

“Hey, that’s the risk you run when you mess around with those young, fertile girls. That’s why you should stick with mature women.”

“Ha, yeah, tell me if you know any, ‘cause I sure don’t.” He sat back and let out a big sigh of relief. “That was just plain cruel.”

“I’m sorry, honey, you’re right. That was mean.” I patted his leg. “I’ll try to find some way to make it up to you.”

He shook his head, torn between being mad at me and just being happy he wasn’t going to be a daddy.

“Turn here,” he said, pointing.

I turned. “Where are we going?”

“Just up here a little ways. Take that left and go to the end.”

I wanted to press him to tell me what he had in mind, but I decided to let him direct the show. I took the left, and after a few hundred yards it ended in a parking area. My headlights revealed that there were no other cars.

“I hope you’re not expecting that I’m going to make out with you in a parking lot.”

“I like that idea, but not tonight.” He got out of the car.

I turned off the engine, got out and locked the doors. He came around the car, took my hand and led me toward a paved path that I hadn’t seen in the shadows. We passed through a screen of trees that had the occasional picnic table just off the path. I didn’t like how dark it was, and gripped Gary’s arm. Funny, I used to be the one worried about protecting him. Had we come so soon to the time in life where those roles were reversing?

There was a light up ahead where the path curved to the right, and when we emerged from the trees I was pleasantly surprised. The river stretched out before us, with a broad walkway running along it. Victorian-style lampposts lined the way, and off to the left we could see the bridge all lit up and looking romantic in a way it never could during the day. The skyline of the city beyond sparkled like a manmade starscape. Gary put his arm around me and we began to stroll along the walkway.

“I’ve been wanting to come here with you for a while.”

I slipped my arm around him, settling my hand on his waist. “Ever since you first came here with Valerie?”

“I..No, I…” He gave up. “Yeah. How did you know?”

“It’s beautiful,” I said instead of answering. I put my head on his shoulder as we walked. “I love it.”

“A perfect night for it.”

“Goodness, your heart is beating a mile a minute.”

“Probably from someone scaring the shit out of me a few minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry.” I was feeling genuinely guilty. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

We walked in silence for a few minutes. The warm breeze came as softly as it went, bringing with it the faint scent of the ocean. I thought back to what I had said to Vera. I do believe that we all deserve to be happy, but did I truly deserve to be this happy?

“You look real pretty tonight, Mom.”

His simple words made my heart leap. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“I like that skirt you have on.” His hand slid down to my butt. “And those stockings make your legs look super sexy.”

I chuckled. “These are the same pantyhose I wear when I go to work.”

“I don’t know, I guess I just never really noticed before.” He stopped in front of an ornate wooden bench and we sat down. “I was thinking about how your legs looked while we were eating dinner and I kept getting hard. Valerie saw the bulge in my pants and thought it was because of her.”

“Silly girl, she should know she can’t compete with this.”

“No, she can’t.” My son leaned over and kissed me.

I eased him away after a moment and looked around. “Honey, not here.”

“There’s no one around. Besides, nobody would know you’re my mom.”

“Great, so people will just think I’m some creepy cougar making out with a high school boy.”

“Relax, Mom, there are no people here to think anything.” His mouth was once again on mine and I didn’t have the resolve to push him away a second time.

His hand was on my knee then sliding up my thigh. My son’s touch caressed my leg. He was obviously enjoying the feel of my nylons stretched tight over my skin. I was enjoying the feeling as well. I uncrossed my legs, and his hand moved up higher.

“Gary…no…,” I protested weakly. My son’s hand was up under my skirt, only inches from my crotch. If anyone happened by…oh damn, that felt nice.

Gary broke our kiss suddenly. I looked around, certain we’d been caught. As I did that, he slipped from the bench and knelt in front of me. I didn’t understand why until he pushed my knees apart.

“What are you doing?” I yelped, then covered my mouth, worried I’d made too much noise.

“You said earlier that I owed you…big time.” He kissed the inside of one of my knees. “This is your payback.”

“Gary!” I hissed. “Not here.”

“Keep a lookout, Mom.” With that he quickly kissed his way up the inside of my thigh.

I tried to close my legs, but he was holding my knees apart. Good God, he was strong. His head disappeared up under my skirt. This was insane. What we were doing in the privacy of our own apartment was dangerous enough, but messing around in public was beyond stupid. His nose brushed against the gusset of my pantyhose. I could tell that was as far as he could get. Good, that might be enough to discourage this foolishness.

Gary hooked his hands up above my calves and pulled me forward until my butt was hanging over the edge of the bench. So much for that defense. He pushed my legs wider. Between that and scooting me forward, my skirt had ridden up so that there wasn’t anything left to the imagination about what was going on down there.

“God, Mom, your pussy smells so good.”

“Okay, you’ve had your fun, now let’s go home and finish this there.”

“Let me know if you see anyone coming.” He pressed his face to my crotch and began mouthing me through my pantyhose. If he kept that up, I was definitely going to see someone coming very soon.

I knew the sensible thing to do was to make him stop, but all that pent up frustration from my day was finally being relieved. My brain knew better, but my body vetoed all attempts to resist. The best thing to do, I decided, was simply to get it over with as fast as possible. I cast a quick look to left and right before grabbing my son’s head and pushing in tight between my legs.

“There you go, baby, smell that dirty pussy.”

“Mmmrrphh,” was the only sound he could make as he continued gnawing at me through the synthetic fabric of my hose.

It was crazy and foolish, but so exhilarating. Out in public, in the open, the pale glow from the englobed lamp illuminating us. I was alive in a way I hadn’t been in years, in a way I may have never been at all. My son was down between my legs. Legs that I was now willingly spreading for him. Someone could come along at any moment. We could be caught. I could be caught getting my pussy eaten in public. Caught receiving oral sex from my own son along the walkway with that warm breeze ruffling my hair as I leaned my head back and moaned.

It felt good, damn good, but there was that thin barrier between us that prevented it from being something even more incredible. Gary must have come to the same conclusion. His fingers hooked into the sheer nylons, which were no match for his impassioned strength. He torn the crotch of my pantyhose wide open with a violent jerk. I let out a small scream at the abrupt forcefulness of his need to get at my cunt.

He looked up at me, perhaps wondering if I was angry with him for ruining my nylons.

“No panties,” he observed after the moment past and I hadn’t scolded him.

I shook my head, doing all I could to signal him with my eyes that I was his for the taking. He dove at my pussy mouth first. Another unbidden scream escaped before I could suppress it. My son’s lips and tongue were all over me, aggressively racing from clit to hole to thigh to slit with frantic desire.

“Oh, yes, eat my pussy, baby. Eat your mother’s dirty fucking pussy just like that!”

I could hear a car horn blaring on the bridge, crisp in the night air. Running lights of a boat moved slowly upstream far out on the river. Could they see us? I didn’t care. Maybe I even wanted them to see. Could there be someone in one of those towers on the opposite bank, in a darkened window, peering down through a telescope, having no idea that he was jerking off to the sight of a mother getting her pussy sucked off by her son right there in front of God and the world?

“Suck my clit,” I begged, steadying his head where I wanted it. “Put your mouth on that horny clit, you mothersucking son of a bitch.”

I was losing my mind. I should have been scared out of my wits, but nothing mattered anymore except cumming in my boy’s mouth. Even if a late night jogger happened by, I wasn’t certain I could stop, or would even want to stop. I’d tried to get Gary’s father to be daring and do things like this with me, but he’d always refused, telling me it was immature and abnormal. That night when I’d made a play at groping his cock in the dark during a concert in the park, he got angry, leaving me there on the blanket alone for the rest of the performance. I never bothered again after that, accepting that it was inappropriate behavior for a decent wife and the mother of a newborn. But now I was getting what I had craved all those years ago. Someone I loved and trusted was finally fulfilling the fantasy I’d been denied for so many years.

“That’s it, baby, eat it. Eat Mommy’s cunt. Oooooh fuuuuuuck!”

I held back the wail of ecstasy as best as I could, but it was still too loud as I came. The points of light across the river swam in my vision, my orgasm peaked, ebbed, then peaked again as Gary doggedly lapped at my stiff clit. He reverted to sucking, and brought me over the crest yet again, making this one a solid triple! I had to roughly shove his head off me before it became too much.

I lay sprawled on the bench like a very satisfied rag doll. Gary feathered kisses along my inner thighs and outer lips, being careful not to make contact with my hyper-sensitive nubbin. What we had done was too reckless…and yet, I was going to take it further.

With a herculean effort of willpower, I made myself stand, drawing my son up with me. There was still part of the fantasy left to live out. I looked my young man in the eye, then kissed his sex-slicked lips. As I did, I pushed against him, moving him backward. He let me maneuver him this way until we were stopped by the railing along the river side of the walkway. I broke the kiss, looking left and right once more, before smiling and sinking to my knees in front of him.

“Seriously?” he gulped, looking around himself.

I had his pants unzipped and his erect cock out before he could utter another protest. I engulfed his swollen head, then wrapped my lips tight around his shaft.

“Okay, yeah…” he groaned.

I moved down the thickness of his manhood, once again feeling that strange sense of gratitude I got from being one of the few mothers who had the privilege of knowing what it felt like to have her son’s cock in her mouth. I began bobbing my head as his fingers curled in my hair, encouraging my movements with firm tenderness. He so loved the way Mommy sucked his cock.

The wind rustled the trees behind me and I once again became aware of how exposed we were – even more so than when we were on the bench. We would be visible from a much greater distance along this side of the walkway, and there’d be no mistaking what we were doing. I was giving a blowjob in public. I was on my knees like a common street whore, sucking cock where anyone might see. I was intoxicated by the fear, emboldened by the danger. I lunged forward and took my boy’s entire length, relaxing my throat and letting his cockhead slide down as far as it could go.

Oh…Mom…” he moaned, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as a chill of indecent pleasure washed over me. “I’m going to cum. Cum right in your mouth.

I pulled back, wanting to be sure I’d be able to taste him when he did. I moved my head faster, sucking even harder.

“I’m going to fucking cum right in your mouth, Mom, and you’re going to eat, aren’t you?” He looked down at me as I nodded, never slowing as I did. “You love eating cum, don’t you? You love swallowing my cum. Oh, fuck! Here it is, Mom. Yessss!” His cock flexed and swelled as it unleased his load in an explosive torrent. “Suck it, suck it all! Eat my cum, Mom! Uuuugghhhh…”

It was a frenzied struggle for a moment, and I thought I was going to choke on his larger than usual output, but I managed to swallow enough to regain control. I was then able to calmly savor the distinctive essence of my son’s finest offering. It was about then that I heard an odd whimpering sound off to the right. Without taking Gary out of my mouth, I moved my eyes lazily in that direction.

About thirty feet off stood a well-dressed man in his 50s holding a leash and trying to quiet his golden retriever while staring fixedly toward us. With my brain not exactly firing on all cylinders at that exact moment, it took a couple seconds for the import of this to register.

My eyes suddenly went wide, and I let out a scream, which was muffled by the cock in my mouth. I jumped up, grabbed Gary’s hand, and yelled, “Run!”

I took off down the walkway as fast as I could dragging him behind me.

“Wait! Slow down! Mom, hold up!”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not your mother!” I hollered as we ran, fruitlessly attempting to put the man in doubt about what he had actually witnessed. I looked back to see why Gary wasn’t able to keep up with me and saw him trying to tuck his hard-on back in his pants as he went.

“Stop playing with yourself and move it, kid!” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the absurd image of him trying to get his flopping dick under control and run at the same time.

He started laughing, too, then just gave up and let it fly in the breeze as we fled the scene of our sex crime. No longer distracted, he took the lead and pulled me off onto the side path toward the parking lot. It was then my turn to slow us down as my shredded pantyhose began falling down around my knees. My laughter was descending into hysterics as I gathered up the shredded crotch of my hose and tried to resume our escape.

I fumbled with the keys and we fell into the car practically in tears. Moments later we sped out of the parking lot, completing our less than clean getaway. Once we were a safe distance away, I pulled over to the side of the road, grabbed my son in my arms, and kissed him long and deep.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I really needed that.” I hugged him tight. “This has been the second best night of my life.”

“Not the best?”

“Nope. Even this didn’t top that night in the hospital when I had you.”

He kissed the tear from my cheek. “You know, Mom, this night isn’t over yet…”

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Wow…Chapter 21. This story is now officially old enough to drink. Cheers!

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Chapter 22 >>

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An Updates Update

Hey, gang! I’m trying to juggle a whole lotta things right now, so I really appreciate you bearing with me! I’m stupidly working on three different stories right now, including the next installment of Open Door Policy. I know this is an insanely inefficient way to go about things, but that’s what happens when you let your insatiable pussy dictate your porn writing schedule. I’m doing my best to do at least some writing each day along with everything else, so hopefully I’ll have a new something or other ready for you soon.

In other breaking news, I launched my caption concept, as many of you have already discovered. There’s a link up above that will take you to a separate blog where I’m posting sexy pics with dirty incest captions. Along with the ones I’m writing, I’m also posting contributions from anyone interested in giving the art form a try. I prefer the stuff there to be original content, but if you find an incest caption elsewhere that makes you cum so hard you see stars, then I’d be willing to re-post it at my blog. I’d love to hear any feedback on what you think about the design, the content, what’s missing, or what should be missing, and anything else you want to comment on. It’s still very much a work in progress.

I also have a couple new stories from non-me authors. The first is the inaugural chapter of a portrait of the pervert as a young man (no apologies to James Joyce) by Dirty Pierre titled “Not Yet But Now.” It may just be because I’m a sucker for the British sensibility when it comes to erotic writing, but I found this lovely introduction to be tastefully sensual despite its taboo subject. I’m also very happy to direct you to a new Fan Fiction offering that is a lyrical study in forbidden eroticism. It is “Sweat” written by N.B. I doubt any of you will get off on this little gem quite like I did, but I guarantee it’s worth your attention.

I’ve gotten enough positive feedback about doing a real experiences feature here at the blog that I’m going to attempt it. If any of you have a true, real, actual, honest to goodness family experience that you would like me to consider for this new section, please drop me a line and let me know. As I mentioned in the previous post, it doesn’t have to be something as wild and earth shattering as an all-out, three-generation extended family orgy, but it could be as simple as catching a glimpse of your mom’s nipple down her blouse one day, or noticing the bulge in your dad’s shorts when he saw you in your new bikini. And it doesn’t have to be a full-blown story in polished prose. It can be a few choice paragraphs or several pages, as long as it’s real and you are able to share a bit of insight about what the experience meant to you or how it shaped your ideas about sexuality. These contributions would be as anonymous as you want them to be, and I’d be more than happy to help coach anyone along who isn’t all that confident with their writing or storytelling skills.

There are a few additions on the Links page. I created an Audio section, and added a couple new video links. I highly recommend the Xev Bellringer video. I’d never encountered her until a thoughtful reader suggested I Google this talented lady. I highly recommend that you do the same and see if she has any POV vids that fit your special kink.

Also, I shuffled the links around in the top nav bar, so I’m sorry if I threw any of you off. As I work through adding and developing things, there may be frequent changes before it all settles down. Again, thanks for putting up with my craziness during the chaos, but hopefully our naughty little playground will have lots of fun new toys to play with in the months and years to cum.

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And the Kitchen Sink

You people are amazing! I can barely keep up with the nasty output flowing from your fertile imaginations. I’m thrilled beyond words at the enthusiastic response to my call for submissions for the new DMM Fan Fiction page. I’m happy that the time I spent preparing to be disappointed was a total waste. I’m also very pleased with the uptick in stories from guest writers. I hear from a lot of readers who tell me they visit my blog every day in hopes of finding new content. I often feel guilty that I can’t personally produce a new tawdry tidbit on a more regular basis, which is why I appreciate everyone’s contributions so very much. Damn, I love you all to pieces!

At the risk of spreading myself too thin, I’ve had two more ideas for additions to the blog that I’d like to run past you. The first one is a section for incest-themed photo captions. When I started doing posts with “captioned” photos, my intention was to do the type of thing where the caption was just a line or two. There are several blog sites out there that do this sort of thing, and I really enjoy checking those out now and again. When I tried to do the same thing, I ended up writing something more akin to flash fiction instead of captions. I want to keep doing that, but I would really also like to try doing something more in keeping with the “traditional” brief caption format. I was thinking that maybe even readers would want to send in their own favorite pics with dirty captions as well.

The other expansion I’ve been toying with is more of a long shot. One of the big perks of writing in the genre that I do is that I get messages from all sorts of amazing people that I never would have otherwise had the pleasure of encountering. Many of them feel an abiding connection with my fantasies and are generously willing share their own secret desires for a family member with me through email. I also get messages from people who share accounts of real experiences they had with a parent, a sibling, or a close relative. I feel very privileged to be trusted with these stories, whether they be true or fantasy, and have a great deal of admiration for those who are brave enough to express to me what their better instincts tell them they should keep hidden. Trust me, I know the exhilaration that can come from being able to share a long-held dark secret with a sympathetic stranger.

As much as I enjoy writing my fantasy stories, I know that they pale in comparison to the impact of the real thing. In my estimation, true anecdotes about actual experiences of consensual incest are extremely powerful. The most interesting thing to me is that it doesn’t even have to be about explicit sex. A young boy seeing his mother getting out of the shower, or even using the toilet, can create a lasting impression that has lifetime repercussions on how he defines what is sexually arousing. A peek down an aunt’s blouse, the pungent scent of your sister’s pussy on her used panties, or an innocent game of doctor with a cousin can often echo through the years and become a part of our formative ideas about what sex is all about. And this goes for the ladies, too.

There was a time when we girls each became aware of a change. Boys acted differently around us, and men looked at us in a new way that was both frightening and gratifying. It may have been that time you noticed something hard when you were sitting on your father’s lap, or the way your uncle put his hand on your bare thigh that day by the pool, or even the lingering leer you got from your grandpa that one time you weren’t wearing a bra under your tank top. Whether it’s these simple moments, or a curious brother and sister trading oral favors, a mother educating her son by sharing her body with him, or a daughter testing out her sexuality by seducing her father, they are all equally meaningful to the person who experienced it.

So, where am I going with this? I would be very interested in creating a section on my blog where anyone can share their real family experiences anonymously. I often read the confessional messages I get and think how everyone who visits my blog would absolutely love to hear about this. The problem is that I don’t quite feel right asking people who confide in me personally if I can put their most private confessions on my public blog. Maybe if I can provide a safe and supportive space where everyone can share their experiences (big or small), as well as their secret desires that they never dared tell anyone about, we could open a kind of dialogue between likeminded individuals that isn’t available in a lot of places.

I might be way out of line with this idea, but I’m very interested to hear what you think.

In the meantime, I have a few odds and ends I wanted to share. First is an interesting article that I’d love to get feedback on: Kissing Cousins…And Sisters and Brothers. Do you think that consensual incest could really be the next taboo to become mainstream?

Also, I came across (literally) a couple of fantastic corner humping videos at Motherless.com that really got me going. As you know, I’m not above fucking my furniture now and again, but I have yet to get as extreme as these alluring ladies. The closest I get is riding the rounded corner of my dining room table on occasion. Also, there’s a section of my kitchen counter that is lower than the rest of the surface. It’s at the prefect height for me to press my mound against it and stimulate my clit. Let me tell you, it makes peeling potatoes much less of a chore! The first clip is titled Table Corner Masturbation, featuring a front view of an athletic looking lady with a lusciously meaty cunt and an enviable clit who isn’t afraid to really work it. The other clip is Humping Her Desk, which shows an enthusiastic young lady from behind going to town on what looks like a dangerously unforgiving corner.

For the less observant among you, if you look to the right you will notice that things have changed slightly. I decided that for now the Fan Fiction section deserved top billing since I’m posting new offerings there almost daily. Annie has also gifted us with Chapter 4 of “A Hotwife and Her Kids,” in which she dutifully advances her son’s education as only a truly devoted mother can. Also, we have a titillating follow-up to Romeo’s elegantly depraved tale of neighbors turned lovers in the second part of “Esther’s Secret Desires“. Keep checking back, because I have several more Fan Fiction selections to add, as well as a couple more stories. (And maybe even an unexpected new one from me soon, if I can keep my hands on the keyboard instead of down between my legs.)

I also made one other little update to the site. I noticed that the About Me page was getting a little stale. There have been some notable changes since I first wrote it, and so I decided it was time for an update. Instead of rewriting the whole thing, I wanted to try to preserve a sense of my journey since becoming a porn writer and simply inserted updates where necessary. Most of the stuff I added you probably already know, but you might want to at least check out the new pic I put on the page – so fucking hot! If I had a body like that, I’d be cooking dinner naked every night!

Lastly, I finally got around to fleshing out my profile at xHamster.com. I signed up a while ago, but was underwhelmed with their story system and the quality of the writing there. The other day I ended up posting “Stroke Break” as a test to see what kind of response I would get. I’m still not convinced it’s the right place for me, but if you have a profile there and want to send me a friend request or something I’ll be checking in every couple days for the foreseeable future. And, if anyone can explain to me why they censor the word “sleep” as “sl**p” in the stories there, I would love to know what’s up with that!

That’s it for now. Love ya!

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Busted with Brother

Here is a version of my first fantasy involving my father. The very first time I used this one I was probably 17. I was lying in my bed after school playing with myself and thinking about my brother, as I usually did, and out of nowhere my dad popped up and joined the action. I was a little disturbed by this, but I was too close to cumming to stop. I tried to ignore it, but after he appeared a couple more times in my head while I was masturbating, I realized there was more to it. After that, I gave myself permission to think about Daddy in a new way and starting having fantasies where it was just him and me – something I still do to this day.

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I’m sucking my brother’s cock and I’m loving every second of it. As soon as he got home from his after-school detention, he came straight to my room, pulled his dick out, and told me to suck it. I was more than happy to do as my big brother demanded, knowing we didn’t have much time before Mom got home from the grocery store.

We struggle to pull our clothes off without interrupting the blowjob. Nick feels so good in my mouth. I can never seem to get enough of my brother’s cock, and he knows it. My ears perk up just as I finish kicking my panties off. “Someone’s home,” I say in a panic.

Nick goes to the window and looks out. “Nah, no car in the driveway. You’re just being paranoid.” He steps back over to me and puts his big, hard cock in my face. I listen for a few more seconds, then resume sucking.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” I tell him with a giggle.

“Maybe, but I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours first. Get on all fours.”

I take a few parting sucks, then get on my hands and knees. Nick climbs up on my bed and gets behind me. His hands rub my hips as he takes in the view. It turns me on like crazy when he looks at me this way. “Hurry up and fuck me,” I plead, shaking my ass impatiently.

“Shit, Rachael, I couldn’t wish for a better sister.” He rubs the head of his cock up and down my wet slit a few times before working it into my tight hole. Every nerve in my body comes alive as I take him in one slow inch at a time.

I prefer being in a position where I’m facing my brother, so I can see his sexy body, and watch the cute faces he makes as he gets closer and closer to cumming, but I know how much he likes to watch his cock go in and out of my pussy. He also likes to spread my butt cheeks when he’s getting close and see my asshole – which I get a big thrill out of also. It doesn’t take long before his gentle strokes become pounding thrusts.

Every time he rams into me I let out a moan. Sometimes at night one of us would sneak into the other’s room to fuck, and it was practically impossible for me to stay quiet. I like it more when we have the house all to ourselves and I can make all the fuck noises I want to. “Oh, yes! Give me that cock!” I say then receive a sharp slap on the ass for my troubles. Damn, that stings so good!

I’m about to remind him not to cum inside me (for the hundredth time since we started fooling around), when I hear something. I glance up and our dad is standing in my open doorway with a shocked look on his face. My whole body goes instantly cold. He’s not supposed to be home from work until at least six o’clock! We’re completely and hopelessly busted.

“Nick, stop,” I wheeze in a strangled voice.

“Not yet,” he says and spreads my cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’ll pull out and let you eat my cum the way you like.”

“Nick! Dad!” I scream whispered.

My brother slams his cock into me a couple more times then stops dead. I guess he finally saw what I was seeing. Both of us remain stock still. I assume Nick is desperately trying to think of something to say, same as I am.

“We’re sorry, Dad. We’ll never do it again.” This is all I’m able to come up with in the terror of the moment. We are so beyond dead.

My father looks us over for a few silent seconds. His expression of shock fades, then turns into a faint smile. “How long until your mother is home?”

“Um,” Nick starts, his fingers digging into my hips, “maybe ten or fifteen minutes.”

“No time to waste, then.” My father unzips his pants and takes out his halfway erect cock. I can see it growing as he walks over to me. “What do you say, kiddo?” He offers his penis to me, waving it just inches from my lips.

I knew my dad well enough to know that I could say no if I wanted to and he wouldn’t make me do anything. But I’m too horny to resist. Plus, Dad’s cock looks really good to me. I just look up at him with my best puppy-dog eyes and open my mouth. He smiles and feeds his now fully hard dick into my mouth.

I start sucking and wonderful shivers run all through my body. I’m giving my dad a blowjob. How fucking awesome is this? After a few seconds, Nick begins to stir his cock in my pussy. It seems like he’s not entirely sure what he should do.

“How’s your sister’s pussy?” Dad asks as he puts his hand on top of my head.

“Um, good,” Nick stammers. “Actually, it’s great, Dad.”

“If you want to get her off before Mom gets here, you better get back to work, son.”

Nick chuckles nervously, then gives me a few tentative thrusts. Two dicks at once, this is unbelievable!

It doesn’t take long before my brother is back to fucking like he was before we were interrupted. Each time he bangs home into me, I’m propelled forward onto my father’s cock causing it to hit all the way in the back of my throat and make me gag. Dad seems to like the sound I make when this happens so I don’t try to avoid it. Nick spreads my butt open again. He must be getting close.

“How’s the view back there?” our dad asks.

“It’s pretty awesome,” Nick answers, making me feel a warm and gooey inside.

“Pretty fucking awesome, I’m sure,” dad says, making this the first time I’ve ever heard him swear. For some reason that makes my clit throb. “You were saying something about your sister eating your cum?”

“Yeah, she loves it, Dad. Gobbles the stuff up like crazy.”

My father’s hand slid off my head, past my shoulder and around to one of my small tits. He squeezed my whole breast in the palm of his hand, then tweaked my nipple with his thick fingers, rolling it between a thumb and forefinger.

“How ‘bout it, Rachael? You want to swallow your old man’s load?”

I looked up at him again and nodded, unwilling to take his cock out of my mouth to speak. He grinned down at me proudly.

“That’s my girl.”

My brother’s grip tightens on my ass and he starts making that noise I like to hear so much – the one that means he’s about to bust. I’m scared he won’t be able to pull out in time, but at the very last second he whips it out of my pussy and sprays hot jizz all over my back and ass. It feels fantastic! Normally I’d be disappointed about all that spunk going to waste, but I know I’m going to get a throat full of creamy goodness from Daddy, so I have nothing to complain about.

“Careful where you point that thing, Nick,” my dad jokes and gives my nipple a nice hard pinch before abandoning my titty and putting both hands on my head. “You ready, Rachael?

I nod, adding a “mmm hmm” just to make sure.

“Fuck, you’ve got a great mouth, baby. Your mom hasn’t sucked my cock since my birthday.” That was like seven months ago, poor guy.

I sucked my Daddy harder, wanting to make this as good as I could for him. My brother usually came a lot quicker, so for the first time my jaw was starting to ache a little, but I didn’t care. I bring a hand up and find my father’s balls. I fondle them, surprised to find that they’re shaved clean. I love how soft and smooth they are.

“Here it comes, Rachael, get ready.” His hands push my head down onto his cock and he begins fucking my face just a little more. I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it all, but I have to try.

My father grunts. I feel his balls tighten and a second later a warm flood hits the back of my throat. I swallow some down, then choke a bit. Before I can do anything, more comes. What I can’t swallow fast enough fills my mouth. I can taste it. I can taste my father’s cum. Reality takes a vacation and I’m floating in a new kind of heaven. Dad pumps out one more big spurt, then pulls his cock away. He tips my chin up and I instinctively know what he wants.

I open my mouth wide and show him the huge gob of jizz I haven’t swallowed yet. I wiggle my tongue around, and his smile widens. “God, you’re beautiful,” he says with a sincere reverence that I’d never heard from him before. I close my mouth and swallow three times before it’s all down. I open up again to show Daddy that I ate all his cum like a good girl.

“Damn, you really do love the stuff, don’t you?”

“You can fuck my mouth whenever you want, Daddy.” I wiped a drop of sperm from the corner of my lips and licked it off my finger. “You don’t have to wait for your birthday.”

“I knew there was a reason you were always my favorite daughter.” It seems weird to hear him pull out that old dad-joke in this situation. He leans down and kisses me on the lips in a way he’s never kissed me before. “Now turn around for me.”

I spin around on the bed until my butt is facing toward him. I’m a little surprised that I almost forgot Nick was still here. His cock is mostly hard and covered with a slick coating of my pussy juice. It looks delicious. I squeak when I feel my dad’s fingers on my clit.

“I know it’s not easy, son, especially at your age, but always make sure your lady cums at least once before you do.” My father’s fingers fill my cunt making me gasp.

“Okay,” Nick says as we exchange “can you fucking believe this?” looks.

I feel my whole body melting around my father’s touch. Nick and a couple other boys have fingered me before, but it was nothing like this. His fingers have a deft confidence, a sure purpose that leaves me no doubt that he knows what he’s doing. My Daddy can really handle a pussy!

I start moaning and my dad works my hole and my clit at the same time. It’s even better than when I do it myself – which I didn’t think was possible. “Give me your cock,” I tell my brother. He quickly presents his dick and I suck it into my mouth. The taste of my own juices and his semen mix with the flavor of my dad’s cum already on my tongue. What a marvelous combination.

It takes less than thirty seconds for Dad to masturbate me to an incredible orgasm. My screams are muffled by my brother’s cock. My father’s fingers move in just the right way to prolong my climax as long as possible. A moment before the pleasure becomes too intense, he releases me. My tummy, cunt, and asshole continue to spasm for several seconds afterward. I feel the tickle of Nick’s cum running down my sides and giggle.

I roll over onto my back, not caring that I’m getting sperm all over my comforter. “Jerk off on my face,” I say to my brother, looking up at his gorgeous cock. At the same time, I spread my legs, practically daring my father to fuck me. Just as Nick wraps his hand around his shaft, we hear a car door slam outside my window.

“Mom’s home!” Nick yelps.

“To be continued,” Dad says just before he bolts for the bathroom, fumbling to get his dick back in his pants.

“To be continued,” Nick repeats as he hurries toward his own bedroom.

“Tonight!” I call after him.

I hide Nick’s clothes under my bed and get dressed as quickly as I can. I don’t have time to clean up before I have to go down and help mom put away the groceries. I hope she can’t smell her husband’s cum on my breath!

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As you can imagine, my fantasy wasn’t this elaborate when I first started using it. I’ve refined it over the years, and have several variation I use depending on my mood. Lately, there’s been a lot more butt stuff going on than when I was younger. I’ll usually cum either when my dad blows his wad in my mouth, or when he fingers me to orgasm (just as I’m fingering myself to orgasm). If, for some crazy reason, I haven’t cum by that point in the fantasy, or if I’m going for a second orgasm, mom doesn’t come home. Instead, dad takes me up on my offer and fucks me while my brother beats off and spews another load on my face. Damn, I really was a sick little puppy when I was a kid, wasn’t I?

Do your fantasies ever get away from you like this? You’re going along, enjoying your favorite mental sex scene, then suddenly there’s a twist and something is going on that you hadn’t planned on?

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