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.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“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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18 thoughts on “Open Door Policy 21

  1. What a nice segue to meet Valerie’s mom. I am sure that Gary and you will meet up with Valerie and Vera again and I am sure it will be interesting and perverted and exciting!

  2. OMG I just peeked and I can’t wait to digest this chapter…Just thinking abt it I get moist and glassy eyed.

  3. Oh Joanne, Joanne, Joanne, you are already on the slippery slope to hell. Enter the big tit Latina and kaboom! Turn away from her and her progeny before it’s too late!

  4. So, are the two matures going to get it on? Or is mom going to tutor her son in the fine art of making sure that Valerie gets hers before Gary gets his?
    The mind stirs with the possibilities here!

  5. So many avenues that can be taken. Wow!! The possibilities a perverted mind can think of!! Can’t wait for the next chapter!! Go Rachael.

  6. I gotta confess too..i have a problem when I read these because the more I read and get excited the faster I read and get lost in the plot….and I find my hands busy……….well you know

  7. Can he just fuck her already?? This story is SO FUCKING GOOD!
    I want to know when Gary is going to fuck Joanne, his cock deep inside her!!

  8. @Blackpixie: Well, once they start fucking, that means the story has reached it’s climax and has come to an end. So, if you really want it get it over with…

  9. Holy hell, Rachael.

    Your character development is tremendous, your dirty writing is as its highest level of naughty, and the story continues to impress and never grow stale – a difficult thing to do 21 chapters into a sex epic.

    Can’t wait to see the next direction you take.

  10. @Holly: OMG! Now that’s dedication! Your poor lady parts must be exhausted. Hurts so good…

  11. This is an epic work of filth. Or a work of epic filth. You pick. Either way, those are meant as compliments. The potent combination of good writing and brain-frying dirty talk… I’m completely wrung out.

  12. March 16, 2016

    Howdy Rachael,
    What a great story, I have been reading stories on Lit for several years and was lucky to find your story there about Mom and Daughter and followed you here. Glad I did because I don’t like the minimum age to be 18 after all my 2 buddies and I started sharing our sisters when we were 10 years old.
    You now have another dedicated follower.
    Lloyd

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