More Masturbation Fodder

Hi, everyone – just a couple quick announcements!

First, even though no one was asking for it, I have a sequel to Coming Out to Play. You can get it right now at Lush. I had this 90% written a long time ago, but got distracted with other things. I found it while I was doing a little pre-spring cleaning and decided to polish it off and post it. Hope you like it!

Second, I was referred to a video that I’ve been rubbing my cunt to like a crazy woman for the past two days that I can’t wait to share with you. It’s titled Whore and stars a woman named Emily J. It’s a joint venture between MetArt and The Life Erotic, so it’s a high-quality, high production value piece. And I absolutely fucking LOVE it! I have to thank Alex profusely for turning me onto this brand of videos – actually I suppose it’s my pussy that really owes him a huge debt of gratitude. There are other videos at Pornhub from The Life Erotic and they’re all great, but this one sends me over the moon every time! It took me 4 attempts to get all the way through it because each scene was making me cum so fast, and I’ve watched it at least 10 more times since. What a nasty thrill it is!

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Open Door Policy 23

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 23
by DirtyMindedMom

I closed the door.

Gary gave me a strange look and put his laptop aside. I went and sat on his bed. His hand went naturally to my thigh, sliding up until his fingers were in my crotch. I didn’t want to be distracted, but I also didn’t want to pull his hand away.

“We need to talk,” I began.

“Uh oh, this can’t be good.”

“Well, it is and it isn’t.” I put my hand on his to keep him from rubbing my pussy through my pants. “As you may know, Valerie’s mom and dad aren’t getting along.”

Gary shrugged. “News to me.”

“They aren’t, and things have gotten pretty bad. I’m about to go over there and pick up Valerie, her brother, and her mom and bring them here. They’re going to be staying with us for a while.”

“Sweet,” he said, showing a big grin.

I knew his mind instantly went to the advantages of having his girlfriend living with us. This is why we needed this talk.

“I know it’s not going to be easy, but we have to make it work. For starters,” I nodded toward the closed door, “we’re going to have to go back to the normal amount of privacy around here.”

“Does that mean we can’t…?” His fingers gripped my thigh suggestively.

“We’ll have to wait and see. I don’t know exactly how things will play out, but we have to be very careful. The last thing I want is for Valerie’s mom to find out how things are between the two of us. That could be very dangerous and get me into a lot of trouble.”

“Can a son get conjugal visits with his mom when she’s in prison?”

I punched him lightly in the stomach. “Stop! This is serious. It’ll be hard at first, but we can handle it.”

“You always handle it when it’s hard, Mom.” He pushed himself against my hip and I could feel his erection.

“Ugh, you’re impossible!” There was only one way I was going to get him to listen.

I turned, unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and started sucking. He lay back and moaned. With one hand massaging a tit through my shirt, my son enjoyed my oral attentions and after a few minutes he was pumping a thick load down my throat. I gratefully swallowed all of it, then tucked him away.

“Now listen,” I said. “I’m going to give my room to Valerie’s family. Cris can stay in there with them, or he can sleep on the sofa in the living room. And then I’m going to move into your room with you.”

His sleepy eyes lit up at that. “So we get to sleep together every night?”

“I’m going out later and getting you an air mattress for you to sleep on.”

“Uh huh.” He gave me a sly look and I knew what he was thinking.

“Remember how all this started? These walls are paper thin. If you so much as get a hard-on, they’ll all be able to hear it. We can’t be stupid about this and screw everything up.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He patted my leg reassuringly. “I’ll try to control myself.”

“That’s all I’m asking.” I still had my doubts, but I had to trust him.

“You’re heading over there now to pick them up?”

I checked my watch. “In about ten minutes.”

“So…this is the last time we’ll have the place to ourselves for a while?”

“I suppose it is.”

“In that case, do you want to sit on my face real quick before you go?”

“Gary, no! C’mon, what did we just talk about? We have to cool it.” I shook my head, exasperated, and headed for the door. I paused with my hand on the knob. Feelings of lustful longing stirred between my legs. “Okay, fine,” I said pulling my pants down, “one more before we put this thing on hold.”

My son was still laughing at me as I mounted his face and muffled his mocking smugness with my very wet, very horny pussy.

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It was a bit of a circus trying to get Vera, her kids, and all their stuff into my car. In the end we had to put Valerie and Cris on the bus while me and Vera drove back to the apartment. Gary helped bring everything in, and the place was a jumble of activity for the next several hours as everyone sorted out their new living space. Vera was all frayed nerves and anxious energy. Her son Cris was a silent and sullen. Valerie was chipper, trying to make it all out to be a great adventure. I just hoped that the neighbors who were kind enough to ignore the loud sex noises coming from my place would also ignore the sound of a crowd of people now living there. The last thing I needed was for my landlord to figure out I was violating my lease.

Aside from some suggestive looks at one another, Gary and Valerie managed to keep their hands to themselves. I didn’t expect that to last for long, but if they could keep their monkey business restricted to when Valerie’s mom wasn’t around they should be okay.

Somewhere along the way Cris shed his tank top and I was treated to a view of his lean, well-muscled body. The light sheen of sweat only enhanced the alluring effect. No wonder Valerie took such delight in spying on her brother jerking off whenever she could. I found myself concocting ways that I might catch him playing with his cock, then mentally scolded myself. If this was going to work, I had to behave like a mature, responsible woman and control my indecent urges.

It quickly became apparent that control was just one of the skills I would need to master. Patience was another. Five people sharing one small bathroom proved to be a real challenge right away. I was pushed to the verge of a panic attack every time I considered what the morning routine might look like going forward. My virtuous sense of playing the knight in shining armor to Vera’s damsel in distress was fading fast in light of the reality of what I’d brought upon myself. And that damn boy of hers with his smooth mocha skin and strong arms wasn’t making things any easier for me.

At last things quieted down and bedtime was upon us. Vera and Valerie would be sharing my bed. Cris wanted to take the couch, but his mom insisted that he sleep on the air mattress in her room. She confided in me that she was worried about him sneaking out and running with his friends at night – friends that “were no good boys,” as she described them. I was going to be sleeping in Gary’s bed, with him on the floor using the other air mattress I had purchased that afternoon. This left almost no place to walk in his prison-cell sized room. He’d joking suggested bunk beds, and I was seriously considering it!

I lay in bed exhausted, listening to the Ramos family getting settled in. There was a lot of rapid fire Portuguese flying back and forth. I couldn’t tell if they were arguing or just talking. Once they quieted down, I began to drift off. Before I made my escape into sleep, I felt a hand slip up under my panties and squeeze my ass.

“Gary, no…” I whined in a low whisper. He shifted closer, spooning me from behind. His bare cock pressed against the back of my thigh. “Get off my bed.”

“You mean my bed.” His lips were almost touching my ear. “You looked so sexy today, Mom.”

“Shut up. I was a mess. Now stop that,” I hissed. His hand was working its way from my butt cheek to between my legs. “I was sweating like a pig and didn’t get to take a shower.”

“Mmmm, now you’re just trying to tempt me.” His finger wormed into my slit, still moist from the day’s exertions.

“Shhhh.” I tried not to let myself fall under the spell of what he was doing to my pussy hole. “Gary, we can’t. We talked about this. Get your finger out of there.”

“Mom, I want to eat your pussy so bad right now.”

“No.” I was convinced they could hear us in the next room even though we were whispering. “We’re not doing this. And I’m all stinky anyway.”

“That’s what’s making me so horny. All those mommy pheromones.”

Geez, what were they teaching teenagers nowadays? “What do you know about pheromones?” His wetted finger slipped up to my clit and I had to fight back a moan. The last thing I wanted to do was encourage him.

“Those are the things that women’s bodies make when they want to fuck.”

“Well, since I don’t want to fuck, that means there are no pheromones here, young man. Now get off me.”

He moved away and I was relieved that he finally listened. I had realized over the past weeks that I had given up a great deal of authority as a mother once I’d started fooling around with my son. I was becoming less of a parent to him and more of a sex buddy. I knew that was generally a bad thing, but there was no going back at this point.

Instead of returning to his own bed, however, my incorrigible son ducked under the covers and began kissing my ass. The persistent little fucker. I tried to quietly push his face away, but in a contest of strength he would win every time. My only chance was to beat him in a contest of wills. “I’m not doing this, Gary. Stop it right now or you’re going to be in big trouble.”

That’s when he got far enough down that he was able to stick his tongue between my cheeks, low down near my asshole. And that’s when I also lost that contest of wills I was referring to. He forced his face in deeper and wiggled the tip of his tongue over my anus. I had to cover my mouth to hold in the moan. After that, he knew he’d won.

I struggled pointlessly and only half-heartedly as he wrestled down my panties. “No…” I protested weakly, unable to sound the least bit convincing. My son rolled me onto my tummy, grabbed my hips, and hoisted me up onto my knees. With my butt in the air, he groped me roughly in the dark.

“I’m going to eat your pussy and your ass, Mom. You’re just going to have to scream into the pillow if you don’t want anyone to hear how hard I’m going to make you cum.”

And that’s just what I did. He started with my butt, as I hoped he would. I held my cheeks open wide for him as he licked, sucked and tongue fucked my sweaty asshole. If I wasn’t so distracted by the things being done to me, I would have marveled at what a slut my son had managed to turn me into after only a couple months after leaving his father. What depths might he get me to plunge to after he’s had a year to corrupt me? Or was it me corrupting him?

I tried to hold it in, but I let another grinding moan loose into the pillow, my face pressed into it tight, barely able to breathe. Gary moved down to my cunt at just the right time, saving me from having to beg him to suck me there. He worked me over with his mouth, using all the tricks he’d learned over the past weeks. He now knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it. The boy could play my pussy like a well-tuned instrument. I should have been embarrassed that his face was down there in my swampy mess of a crotch, but the fact that my not-so-fresh condition turned him on the way it did made me want to mash my reeking cunt in his face all the more.

When he started sucking my clit with a determined passion I knew it would only be a matter of moments. Those moments came a lot quicker once he pushed a finger in my asshole. Everything flexed all at once and there was no doubt they could hear my pillow-muted scream of ecstasy. My only prayer was that they had already fallen asleep.

Gary kissed and nuzzled me gently for the next several minutes. From the way the bed was bouncing I could tell he was jerking off. I was disappointed that I couldn’t see it, but I left my ass in the air for him so he could enjoy himself after the pleasure he had given me. After a minute he made a quick move, pressed the head of his cock against my asshole, and with a soft grunt unleashed a warm wad of cum that oozed up my ass crack and down my pussy slit at the same time. I took advantage of the added natural lube to rub my clit off to another quick orgasm before falling limply to the bed.

My son snuggled up to me again, his breath stinking of ripe twat. I wanted to tell him to get in his own bed, but only had enough energy to think it. We fell asleep that way with my last fading thought being a hope than no one finds us like that in the morning.

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Life was chaotic those first few days, but things slowly began settling into little routines here and there. There was no stopping Vera from doing all kinds of housework that I’d been neglecting – partly due to my general lack of respect for the dump we were living in, and mostly due to how much of my time was spent jerking off with my son. She was also a wonderful cook, which helped soften the disappointment at not being able to come home to a hard cock after a long day at work.

Gary and Cris were a bit standoffish with each other at first, but a mutual love of basketball and video games soon had them getting along tolerably well. Much to my relief, Gary and Valerie were behaving themselves (at least as far as I could tell). I’m sure Vera had had more than a few stern talks with her daughter before moving her in here with her boyfriend. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I feared it might be.

That first weekend, I pried Vera out of the apartment and took her with me to the mall. We’d spent several evenings sitting on the sofa having tearful conversations late into the night. It was time to get her out and in the light of the world. Nothing improved my mood like a trip to the mall, and I hoped it would do the same for her.

My ulterior motive was to give the kids the apartment to themselves for a bit. Maybe if Valerie fucked my son’s brains out for a couple of hours he wouldn’t force me to molest him every night. It felt great, obviously, but the stress over getting found out was really working my nerves down to their raw ends. I dreaded the night when I would finally snap and let loose with a screaming orgasm and give away my shameful secret.

I talked Vera into some new clothes, including some sexy new underwear. She thought I was crazy, but I convinced her it was the best thing to make her feel like a woman again and give her the confidence she needed to keep forging ahead with her new independence.

This was the start of a series of excursions every few days. I brought her to my salon, then to the day spa I hadn’t been to myself since I’d left my own rat-fink of a husband. There were more visits to the mall to update Vera’s wardrobe, and she even went to a couple of my aerobics classes with me. Yes, there were still plenty of those emotional heart-to-hearts, but the balance of our conversations were shifting away from our failed marriages and more toward creating an exciting new future for ourselves. I had come to genuinely like Vera and enjoyed spending time with her. The only thing that kept us from getting closer was that I knew if she had any idea what I was doing with my son in the next room while she slept at night, she’d want to get as far away from me as fast as she could.

I was sucking my son’s cock while I fingered my pussy during one of those forbidden nights, when he surprised me with an off-hand comment. “Good job on the makeover, by the way. Valerie’s mom is looking pretty hot lately.”

I popped his dick out of my mouth. “And here I thought I was special. Apparently you want to fuck every mom that comes along.” I wasn’t really upset…but, then again, maybe I was a little.

“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck her. Geez,” he rolled his eyes and began stroking himself since my mouth wasn’t taking care of him any longer. “I’m just saying I never really noticed her before ‘cause she was always so…frumpy, I guess. With her hair fixed up, and some makeup on, she’s not half bad. I can kind of see now that when she was younger she probably looked a lot like Valerie. I mean, her tits are bigger, and she’s got more junk in the trunk, but yeah…” His hand was moving pretty fast in the dark, the head bumping against my cheek every few strokes. “Yeah…I don’t want to fuck her, but I probably would.”

The male mind never ceases to astound me. “And how would you do it? Doggy style so you could grab onto all that junk and go to town on her from behind?”

“Mmm, definitely. And you’d be there watching the whole thing, Mom. Fucking yourself while I fucked Mrs. Ramos.”

I wanted to be miffed at him, but it was impossible under these conditions. I resumed playing with my pussy, giving into it. “I’d be watching you slide that long, hard cock of yours into her pussy. Hearing the loud slap of you slamming into her, seeing her ass ripple with each thrust.”

“Valerie would be there, too. Getting her pussy eaten by her mom while I fucked her harder and harder.”

“Cris would be licking my asshole and jerking off while I shoved my whole fist in my cunt.”

“Fuuuuck, Mom, you nasty slut…uggghhhh…”

Warm cream began spurting onto my face, catching me by surprise. I turned and caught the second half of his orgasm in my mouth just as my own came. I had gotten pretty good at the silent climax over the past weeks, but the strangled cry in my cum-slicked throat was louder than I wanted it to be.

“We can’t do that again,” I whispered once we’d gotten cleaned up and under the covers.

“Oh, c’mon, that was hot. You got off on it just as much as I did.”

“It’s not that. They’re guests in our house. It just feels, I don’t know, disrespectful.” Gary’s fingers toyed with one of my nipples as we lay there. “Plus, I just know that when I take Vera to her church, and I’m sitting next to her in that pew, all I’m going to be able to think about is you and me doing unspeakably filthy things with her. That’s not something I want to have to go to confession for.”

He chuckled. “If you ever go to confession, Mom, they’re going to have to bring in backup priests.” He sucked on my breast to accentuate his point. “Probably even call in the Vatican.”

I smacked him on the head and pulled my tit away. “Brat. If I’m going to hell, I’m taking you down with me.” I grabbed his mostly hard cock and started stroking him vigorously. He reached over and jammed two fingers in my puss. We masturbated each other to a quick succession of incestuous orgasms, then finally managed to get to sleep.

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It was a few days after this that I came home to find Vera looking serious and downcast.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen.” From the way she looked so distressed, I was worried that her husband had tracked her down here and was making threats, or worse.

“Yes, something happened. Please, come sit down.”

We sat at the small dining table. I noticed the kids weren’t around.

“The boys are at the basketball, and I send Valencia to the library for to do her homeworks there.” Her voice was gravely serious and it was difficult for her to look at me. She was having a hard time getting herself to say any more.

“It’s okay, Vera. What is it? Whatever it is, I’m right here to help you get through it. Is it Ernesto?”

She shook her head. “No, it is about you.”

Oh, shit! Was this it? She’d put it all together and she was about to confront me about having sex with my own son. My stomach tightened and I was on the verge of being sick.

“Me?” My voice was weak and tremulous.

“Not something you did,” she looked up, suddenly realizing the impression she’d given me. “It was something my Valencia did. Something very bad.” She plucked a tissue from the box on the table, and dabbed at an eye, then twisted in her hands. “I came home from the market. The boys were no home. I heard something and went to look. That’s when I saw my daughter…she was…I’m sorry.”

“Saw her what, Vera?”

“She…she was doing something bad…and…” Vera looked at me stricken. She stood and went to a cabinet and took something out that was wrapped in one of my washcloths. She put it on the table and I had a funny feeling I knew what it was. “She had this.” Vera revealed my vibrator, her hand shaking as she quickly moved to cover up the offending device. “I am so sorry,” she wailed, about to break down in sobs. “You open you home to us, and…and…”

“Vera.” I took her hand. “Vera! Relax. It’s okay.”

“It’s no okay. You don’t understand. My daughter, she was all naked, and she had your thing – your private thing – up inside of her, and she was…” Vera broke off and crossed herself, looking heavenward.

“You don’t have to say it,” I said calmly, “I know what it’s used for. It is my private thing, after all.”

“Oh, I am so ashamed. I punished her, and I will punish her more when I thinking straight again.”

“There’s no need to punish her,” I insisted, not sure if she was even hearing me. “She was just masturbating. That’s what teenagers do. It’s not something we need to punish them for.”

She nodded, still beside herself. “I know, I know. I was a teenager, too, a long time ago. But this are a bad things she do. She breaks your privacy and she takes your sex thing like that.”

God, why does she have to talk about my “thing” like that?

“Look, it’s probably more my fault than anything. In all the bustle of you moving in, I forgot all about my dildo.” I gave the last word a little more emphasis than I probably should have. “I left it under the mattress, which is where she must have found it. Of course she was curious, like all of us were at her age, and she tried it out. It’s really not that big of a deal when you think about it.”

Vera had settled down some, but her expression was still anxious. “I was afraid she went to your room and took from your things.”

“No, she didn’t. I was careless and didn’t realize I had left it there in your room. I would have noticed sooner, but it’s not like I’ve had a chance to use it lately with my son sleeping in the same room with me.” I wasn’t about to tell here that was only because I was using his cock to masturbate with instead.

Vera was blushing. We had gotten very close in time since she’d moved in, but our conversations never ventured into this territory before. Sex wasn’t a topic I was sure she’d be comfortable with.

“She is still a bad girl. My daughter was using it like she was with a man. You know?”

“I know what you’re saying.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “That’s what you do with a dildo, Vera. It’s for when you can’t be with a man…or don’t want to be. Your daughter is a beautiful young woman, with a lot of romantic feelings. It must be difficult for her to be living under the same roof as her boyfriend. Isn’t it better that she has sex with my dildo instead of with my son?” I might have laid it on too thick with that. “She’s not going to get any babies from fucking my vibrator.”

She nodded. “Maybe you are right,” she conceded, not sounding entirely convinced.

I got up and gave her a little hug, then got her a glass of water. She had a sip and looked forlornly at the elongated lump within the washcloth. I reached over and uncovered it. She looked away, but couldn’t help looking back at it with a kind of guilty fascination.

“I’m guessing you don’t have one of your own?”

She shook her head ever so slightly. “I…I cleaned it all off…twice.”

I picked it up and sniffed it. “Mm hmm, good as new.” I shouldn’t have felt so wickedly satisfied by the mix of horror and attentiveness that little move brought about from Valerie’s mom. “Thank you.” It hadn’t escaped me that she’d avoided my question. “My husband and I hadn’t had sex for many months before we split up. This helped me get through a very difficult time.” I twisted the cap and let it buzz for a few seconds before turning it back off. “I’m guessing it’s been a while for you, too?”

Again, the slightest of head nods. “My husband no want the sex with me when he has his whores to go with.”

“I don’t care about him – what about you?”

“What about me?”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” It was mean of me, bordering on cruel, to talk like this to her, but she could tell me to shut up anytime she wanted.

“Oh, I don’t worry on that. I’m an old woman, I don’t need to think of sex things.”

“Don’t give me that old woman crap, Vera. You’ve got a lot more going for you than you think.” I shouldn’t say anything, but I did. “Just the other day Gary mentioned to me that since you moved in he’s noticed how beautiful you are.”

“No. You lie to make me feel good.”

“It’s true. And I think he’s right. You’re a very attractive woman.” I caught her eye. “A very desirable woman.”

She was too flustered to know what to say. She tossed the twisted tissue on the table, then picked it up again almost immediately. “Okay, but it don’t matter, because I no have a man, so that’s all.”

I fixed her with a dubious look. “That’s not all, Vera, and you know it.” I kept my gaze steady, watching her shift uncomfortably. “There’s no reason you can’t make yourself feel good. You don’t need a man for that, as you are very well are aware.”

“Yes, but it’s no important. It’s…” she trailed off. Was she realizing that she was lying to herself?

“It is important. Sex is very important. It’s part of who we are. As women, it’s a source of great strength. An orgasm can take away your stress, clear you mind, and give you new perspective. And, even if it does none of those things, it feels so fucking good.”

She fought to suppress a knowing smile. “I’m a mother, with children to take care of…” Her excuses were getting thin and she knew it.

“I’m a mother, too.” I waved the toy. “But I don’t let that stop me. There are no good reasons not to, and about a million good reasons for you to take care of yourself and enjoy some pleasure. You deserve it.”

She looked around as if suddenly afraid someone might be overhearing our conversation. It was just us. “I don’t have time for that. And the apartment is all so full of kids.”

“There are no kids here now.” I took one of her hands and placed my dildo in her palm. “It’s clean, charged up, and ready to go.”

She shook her head even as her fingers wrapped around it. “No…I can’t.”

“You can, and you will. I insist.” I stood and pulled her up with me. “Go to your room and give yourself the orgasm you deserve. I’ll watch for the kids and make sure they don’t come in until you’re done.”

“What will you say?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. Now go – scoot! I don’t want to see you again until you’ve given yourself a good, long orgasm.” I herded her toward the bedroom.

She turned to me, thought better of what she was going to say, went into the room and softly closed the door behind her. I made a show of walking away, landing my footsteps heavier than I needed to. After a few minutes of tense anticipation, I tip-toed back. I slipped quietly into the bathroom where I could listen but at the same time have an easy excuse for being just outside her door.

I could make out a vague rustling here and there, but not much else. After about five more minutes of silence, I gave up and accepted that my pep talk wasn’t as rousing as I’d hoped it was. Well, at least I might have deflected some of the trouble away from Valerie. The poor thing must be traumatized after being caught fucking herself with my dildo like that. I checked my hair in the mirror quickly, then reached for the light switch. I flipped it and heard a buzzing sound. For a second I thought I’d caused it, then realized it was coming from the bedroom. Vera had fired up my vibrator!

I half expected it to get turned off right away, but it didn’t. I was soon able to recognize the familiar sound of the rubberized dick coming in contact with flesh – wet, womanly flesh. Yes! She was really doing it. I’d talked this formerly dowdy, repressed, devout woman into masturbating her pussy. I felt like I should be on a podium collecting a gold medal. I held my breath and listened.

Thank God for our paper thin everything around the apartment. I crept little closer and was even able to hear her breathing. It was too much for me. I unbuttoned my pants and shoved a hand down into my panties. Talk about a violation of privacy. But this was too good to pass up. I kept half an ear out for anyone approaching the front door. The boys would be easy to detect, but Valerie might be able to sneak up on me while I was distracted. Although, I didn’t care if she was the one who caught me fingering my cunt while I eavesdropped on her mom masturbating her clit to a long overdue orgasm.

I was dying to see what was happening in there, but I had to content myself with painting a mental picture. I imagined Vera in her serviceable bra and briefs, unwilling to get completely naked for this. Her fingers slip inside one of the large cups as she tentatively teases a nipple. She started by rubbing the vibrator over her pussy through her underwear, but now has the crotch pulled to one side. She touches the toy to her lips experimentally and smiles at the ticklish feeling it sends through her down there. She taps it against her clit, only then becoming aware of how stiff it has become. Yes, it has been a long time.

She explores further. The vibrator roams over her vulva, her labia, down toward her opening. She’s too shy to put it inside her. Maybe she doesn’t like the idea of sticking something in there that’s not a living cock. Or perhaps she’s a little put off by the fact that her daughter had been fucking that same dildo just a few hours earlier. But then she thinks about how many times that “thing” has been in my cunt. She slides the tip down her slit, and pushes it into her wet vagina.

I pushed two fingers into my own vagina as I envision her whole body reacting to the satisfying sense of penetration. The emptiness is being filled, she has something to grip tight within her most intimate self. It’s better than she would have guessed and she’s feeling glad she took my advice. She begins fucking herself, just as she saw her own daughter fucking herself. Her big tits wobble up and down with the motion, one spilling free of her bra, the big brown areola looking so soft and inviting.

I heard her breathing quicken and worried that maybe she could hear mine doing the same. She’d be humiliated if she knew I was listening, but maybe I didn’t care. Maybe I wanted her to know. God, what was wrong with me? Not everyone was as sick and twisted as I was. I didn’t need to sink myself any deeper into the cesspool of depravity that I was already mired in. Then there came a soft moan, and all thoughts of self-recrimination fled.

God, she was going to make herself cum. And it was because of me. Because I had insisted she masturbate. And she listened. This all but sexless woman was playing with her pussy right on the other side of that flimsy door. If only it were open. Another soft moan, and I was about to cum myself. A series of light panting breaths, a stretch of strained silence, then a sigh. My jaw clenched as my own orgasm broke free. My knees went slack, and I struggled not to make a sound as I worked my clit with the tiniest movements of my fingers I could use and still get myself off.

I stood still for almost half a minute, not trusting my ability to walk away with any amount of stealth. Once my senses began to return to something approaching normal, I stole away. When I made it to the kitchen, I buttoned up, rinsed my hands, and splashed a little water on my face. I went and sat down on the sofa and waited for my heart to slow down.

The bedroom door opened. I heard the bathroom sink going. She was apparently rinsing and splashing just as I had. A minute later she was sidling through the kitchen with a sheepish look on her face. She was dressed in a tight pair of jeans and sweatshirt that I recognized as one of Valerie’s. It made her look ten years younger. I could see the glow in her face. Her whole posture was different. There was a sparkle in her eye that had been missing since I’d met her. She held my dildo to her chest in both her hands.

“How’d it go,” I asked cheerily, already knowing the answer.

She gave a bashful shrug. “I don’t know where you want this,” she said, glancing toward my room searchingly.

“You know what? How about you hold onto it for now?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t.” Her protest was undermined by the way she clutched the toy tighter. “What if…you need it?”

“Then I’ll know just who to go to when I do. Or, if you’d rather not share, we can go out tomorrow and buy you one of your own.”

“No…no, no.” She blushed as the idea took hold of her thoughts. “We can share for now, if that is okay for you.”

“It’s more than okay. I really like the idea.” I got up and gave her another friendly hug. “To be honest, it turns me on a little.” I gave her quick peck on the cheek. “It’s like we’re naughty sisters with our own little dirty secret.”

“Yes, it is a dirty secret,” she said solemnly.

I was afraid I’d pushed it too far. Dammit, why couldn’t I just be cool about it and not step over the line like I seemed to keep doing lately?

Then a shy smile crossed her lips. “A very dirty secret.”

She repaid my kiss on the cheek with one of her own, then trotted off to her bedroom to hide her new prize. I wanted to follow her, throw her down on the bed, and ravage her right then, but I was smart enough to know I couldn’t do that.

At least not right then…

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A thoughtful friend was kind enough to pass this little gem along to me, and I think it’s an excellent example of how this fantasy of mine isn’t so far fetched after all…

Real Open Door Policy

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Chapter 24 >>

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Son of a Glitch!

I pretty much felt like the young lady in the picture most of this past week. There was a problem with the kinky-blogging servers and I wasn’t able to get into the admin area to do updates. And I have A LOT of updates to do!

Okay, so let’s start with Family Practice, my mother and daughter story at Literotica. As most of you have seen by now, Part 2 is available. This part is mostly all sex – I know you good Christian folk much prefer character and plot development, so thanks for tolerating my obsession with naughty acts of carnal lust. A lot of people are asking for more, but this story feels like it has been told to me. Sure, I could go on and describe more lesbian sex acts, which is always fun, but the “crisis” for each of the main characters has been successfully resolved. On to different fucked up characters that I can help deal with whatever sexual problems they’ve got messing up their lives!

I’ll probably be doing a lot over the course of the next week to get as much of the stuff I have in my queue posted here, as well as on My Dirty Little Captions and Family Secrets. I’m sorry for the delay, but I’ll do my best to make it up to you.

On top of all that, I must regretfully let everyone know that I’m going to have to take a brief break beginning at the end of this month. I’ve got some travel coming up, as well as a big event that I’ve been recruited into planning and carrying out. This will take me out of the loop for at least three, but more likely four, weeks. I should still be able to check my email and maybe respond, but I probably won’t be able to make any updates anywhere. If you have captions or stories you want to send, you can pass them along and I’ll get them posted as quickly as I can once I’m back online.

And thanks so much for all your wonderful comments and votes on my new story and everything else. I adore hearing from you, and I know the other contributing authors do as well. Love you all to pieces, and now I’ve got a whole bunch of pants-on work to get to!

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A Mother and Daughter Story

It took longer than I wanted it to, but I finally finished my mother/daughter story. The first part is available at Literotica! The second part should appear within the next day or so. I’m not crazy about the title, but I guess it’s too late now. It’s called Family Practice, and is about a girl coming home after her first semester away at school where she developed unexpected urges while living in an all-girl dorm. Her mother opens up and talks about one of her own college encounters that didn’t go the way she wished it had. Mother and daughter find a way to help each other deal with the feelings of regret and longing they each feel.

The first part is primarily story setup, so I’m afraid between that it will probably score pretty low – which is a shame because if people don’t give the first part a try because of the low rating and the less than great title, they won’t get to the 2nd part where things heat up. If you can help me out and give Part 1 a good vote, it will really go a long way to making sure this one doesn’t disappear into obscurity right out of the gate.

In other story news, I’ll have a sequel to Coming Out to Play ready sometime later this week. I know no one has been looking for a follow up to this story, but I’d started writing one a long while back and had it 4/5th of the way done before getting distracted with other stuff. I went back to it recently and finished it off. I’ll most likely post that one over at Lush for starters.

Right now I’m working up Open Door Policy 23, and after that I’ve slated the next episode of Self-Sucking Sissy into my spotty writing schedule. I’ve also gotten a couple of requests for male bisexual stories recently, and so I’ve been toying with various ideas along those lines as well. I’ve said it before and I’ll probably say it again…so much filth; so little time!

And thanks again to all the contributors, commenters, and readers of this blog and my other new projects! As much as I enjoy masturbating alone, all this wouldn’t be nearly as fun if I was doing it by myself.

Does a Bear Piss in the Woods?

I have had the building urge to pee outside for about the last week. Maybe it’s the fitful arrival of spring weather, or maybe I’m just a horny freak. I’m sorry if this sort of bathroom stuff grosses you out, if so you’ll probably want to skip this little post.

I grew up playing outside a lot. We had acres and acres of woods around, and this is where the kids of our neighborhood spent most of our time playing hide-n-seek, war, and sometimes we girls could even get a couple boys to play house with us. One thing nobody did was run all the way home just to pee. The girls would go far off to a bush; the guys would go behind the nearest tree.

One summer when I was maybe 9 or 10, one of the neighborhood boys had a friend visiting. I don’t remember his name, but he was an object of interest for me as something new and unknown. The fact that he was cute also didn’t hurt his appeal. At some point during the day we had teamed up in the search for the enemy’s flag. As we dashed commando-style from tree to rock to ditch, he stopped and said “Gotta whiz.” He then pulled his dick out through the zipper in his pants and started going.

He didn’t go behind a tree like the local boys, he simply stood there in the open and let it flow. I remember just standing there staring. I wasn’t so much interested in his penis, but more in seeing a boy piss. I’d caught glimpses of a few doing it from behind, and would sometimes make an effort to see the wet spot on a tree after one had finished (not sure why I did this), but I’d never seen pee coming straight from the source.

This boy let it arc out in front of him at first. When he noticed me watching, he wiggled his willy, making the stream wobble back and forth. I thought this was funny and laughed. He was obviously enjoying putting on a show for me. He finished with several spurts, shook it off, then tucked himself away. Without another word, we resumed our mission.

After that, I was extremely jealous of how boys could pee standing up like that. When I was out in the woods alone, I would try it for myself with little success. I’d end up with pee all over my fingers and thighs. I guess as I got older I grew out of my interest in that sort of potty stuff. But, perhaps not entirely.

So right now I have this urge to get outside and pee. And not just squat behind a bush and tinkle, but to get down, plant my feet wide, lean back, open my legs, and shoot a stream as far as I can. I think it’s in part due to the occasional watersports or pee-in-pubic porn videos I sometimes look at, but there’s also the feeling of freedom that somehow comes along with brazenly pissing in the open in a position like that. To add to the gross factor, I also kind of want to get it all over my fingers and thighs now.

Maybe this is all tied to my fucked up childhood psychology, or maybe the increasing pornification of my secret sex life, but either way I’m going to take advantage of the warm day and go for a long walk after I put my kids on the school bus. I’ll wear my shorts with no panties, and I’ll probably not bother with the usual sports bra. About a mile from my house there’s some conservation land with a nature trail. I’ll duck off that trail and go until I’m far enough into the woods that no one might see. I’ll drop my shorts, get into position, and let it fly. If I’m feeling it, I may even masturbate out there to commemorate the event. Who am I kidding – I’ll definitely masturbate, maybe even starting before I’m done pissing.

Okay, well, sorry if this isn’t something you’re into, but I’ve got to go and hydrate for big nature walk!

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