Valedicktorian

Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m really doing this! The three glasses of wine certainly helped, but after fantasizing about this moment for years I’m actually showing off my pussy to my son! Damn, he looks so cute just standing there staring at it with that look of amazed shock on his handsome face. When I first thought of doing this for him as his high school graduation present, I never thought I’d be able to go through with it. Even when I was buying this outfit and masturbating to the idea just about every night, I still didn’t believe it would ever be real. “Mom, what are you doing?” I can see his cock growing hard in his pants. I wonder if will only go as far as just showing off. “I see the way you look at me, sweetie. How you peek down my blouse any chance you get. And the way you check out my ass when you think I’m not looking.” I can’t resist running a finger along my slit, spreading the wetness over the soft, fleshy petals of my pussy. “I also know that you go into my hamper for my dirty panties.” I can’t help but laugh at the craziness of the situation and at how horny it’s making me. “What do you do with my dirty panties, sweetie? Rub them on your hard cock? Sniff them?” He looks adorably guilty. “Ah, you like the smell of your mother’s dirty cunt, is that it?” I used two fingers to spread my lips open while I toyed with a stiff nipple. “I know you’ve worked hard over the past few years to graduate at the top of your class, so you deserve a reward. Go ahead and take your cock out, then come over here and sniff Mommy’s cunt. This might be your only chance.” Minutes earlier he had been eager to get to all the graduation parties going on, but those suddenly didn’t seem to matter. I giggle with nervous anticipation as he pulls his stiff prick out and falls to his knees between my legs. I hold myself open as my son breathes me in and lets out a plaintive moan. It’s rare that you get to make someone’s dreams come true. I feel high, and my giddiness isn’t from the wine alone. “You like that, sweetie? You like the way Mommy’s cunt smells? Do you fantasize about this when you jerk off at night? Here it is, baby, you earned it.” Just like that his tongue is running up the length of me and I scream out in surprise and delight. “Yes! Take that pussy! It’s all yours, baby!” He mouths me with the hungry intensity of a desperate animal. It’s all happening so fast, but not fast enough. “Eat it! Lick it all up, sweetie. Taste Mommy’s pussy!” Normally it takes me a long time to get there from oral alone, but I’m already close to cumming. I squeal and run my fingers through my boy’s hair. Before I know it, he surges up with his cock in his hand. He pushes the fat head of his prick against my sopping wet hole, then looks me in the eye. I can’t help but giggle again like a silly schoolgirl. I know what he wants, and I want it too. I pull at my nipples, afraid to speak the answer I’m dying to give. Instead, I just nod and my son thrusts his hard cock into his mother’s loving pussy…Ooooh! Fuuuck!

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A Little Masturbatory Navel-Gazing

After I posted the link to the Whore video about a month ago, I got a great email from Pipi, a devoted reader, dirty caption contributor, and all around hornball. She loved the video as much as I (and many of you) did, and in her message she went into detail about what turned her on. This got me thinking about the videos that get me off.

Why do some vids get me so turned on that I have to make myself cum while watching? I never thought about it much beyond my simple animal responses. But there has to be more to it than that. I might watch 5 or 6 porn clips before I hit one that pushes my button. What does that last one have that sets it apart from the others?

With that in mind, I thought I might do what Pipi did and take a closer look at the videos that I’ve made myself cum to and breakdown what it is that gets me so aroused. I’ve learned a lot about myself by exploring my fantasies in my stories, and I’m hoping that I can perhaps discover even more by analyzing my porno preferences. I’m also hoping that this self-indulgent exercise proves to be interesting enough to others to make it a recurring subject for future posts.

The video I selected (for no particular reason) is My Sweet Polish Wife and Toy at XHamster. The first thing it has going for it is that it’s an amateur video. Although I sometimes enjoy professional stuff, I usually gravitate to homemade videos when I’m in the mood to diddle myself. I find real people having sex (alone or with others) much more interesting. I was always aware that one of the reasons is that it appeals to my voyeuristic side and plays into my longing to see what other people are doing behind closed doors. But, as I think about it now, I realize that there’s something more.

When it’s real people filming their real sex, there’s a good chance that their excitement and pleasure is genuine. The professionals and paid “amateurs” are putting on a show. Sure they might be enjoying it, but I can never really know. Real people record their sex because it turns them on. On top of that, they’re doing what they do in the video because they truly want to get off (or at least get their partner off). Yes, they could also be faking it, but the motivation to do so isn’t the same as when the script demands that a character cums on cue. So, knowing that the people I’m watching are legitimately aroused, and kinky enough to do what they’re doing on camera, is what sets amateur homemade vids apart for me.

“Sweet Polish Wife” is a hidden spy video, and it looks believable to me. I get annoyed with “hidden” videos that are obviously staged. I shouldn’t condone these sorts of vids because they are a huge violation of someone’s privacy, but at the same time they are very appealing to my voyeuristic compulsions. I love seeing people being naturally sexual when they don’t know they’re on camera. It’s as close as I’ve ever come to spying on someone for real.

We start with a nice, middle-aged lady with her hand down her pants. I like it already! She’s watching some type of porn video on TV, which only adds to her attractiveness. Only a few seconds in, she’s stripping off her sweat pants and fetching her naughty toy from under the bed. Great for building the anticipation! This seemingly mundane activity really enhances the excitement for me.

She lubes up her dildo, and at the 0:45 mark, she sits on the edge of the bed and works the toy into her pussy. You can’t see much, but I love the way she’s looking down between her legs as she begins fucking herself. One of my favorite treats while I’m having sex with my hubby is when we’re in a position where I can see his cock going in and out of me. I suppose this is why seeing her watching as she fucks herself does it for me – I know just what kind of pleasure she’s feeling at that moment. (I also like the background moans coming from the porn video, too!)

After a good minute of slowly fucking herself with the dildo, our horny lady then rolls back on the bed at 1:40. This gives me a nice thrill. I adore the position she assumes: on her back, knees up, feet in the air, legs spread. So fucking hot! It looks so inviting, like she’s offering her pussy and ass up to be fucked. We also get a much better view of her puss and that long dildo sliding in and out. It becomes clear that her toy is a vibrator as she turns it on or adjusts the speed. She’s really feeling it now!

At 3:00, she does something that sets this video apart for me. It’s been lovely up to this point, but then she grabs a small folding mirror, lies back, opens her legs and uses the mirror to look at her own cunt. Fan-fucking-tastic! I have my own narcissistic relationship with my own reflection (as I’m sure most women do), and I occasionally enjoy masturbating in front of a mirror. I admit that I feel silly about being turned on by the sight of my own naked body, but I guess that’s better than the alternative. However, I’ve never done it like this lady with a hand mirror. Something to consider…

So, why does this turn me on so frigging much? Part of it is that I’m quite certain this isn’t something that she would do in front of anyone else. We’re getting a peek into a truly private moment. Another reason is that (and I have to say I’m fairly disgusted with myself for this) I can’t help but think about how humiliated she would be (or is) at knowing she’s been exposed to the world while performing this most intimate of private acts. Not just that the world can see her masturbating her pussy, but that she’s indulging in such self-adoration with the mirror.

One more aspect is that she’s turned on by the sight of her own pussy. She’s not just rubbing one out as a quick matter of habit. She’s really into it. This lady is treating herself – first with the porno, then the toy, and now the mirror. She’s taking advantage of this time alone to maximize her pleasure with all the things that excite her. This is something she really wants, and it’s all just for her (or so she thinks).

It ends somewhat abruptly with a subdued orgasm, then her checking her pussy out from some different angles. Cute. When I first watched this video, I got to the end then went back to when she started using the mirror. I fingered myself like crazy watching her watch herself and made myself cum before getting to the end again. I’ve watched it a few times since, and each time I do so while fucking myself with my own dildo along with her. It’s like I’m feeling what she’s feeling, and I always have a great orgasm as a result.

There are a few other videos featuring this horny lady. Amateur Wife Barbara Dildo Masturbate at PornHub is short but good. We get to see her fully naked in this one, which gives us a look at those darling tits of hers. This one is more of a quickie, although I’m sure there was more “foreplay” going on before the video starts that we don’t see. Instead of lying on her back, she’s kneeling over the mirror. You can’t see her pussy, but it’s still pretty hot. I love the way her back hunches while she plays with herself in this position. Also at PornHub is Barbara from Poland Masturbate Under Dress. Here she’s fully dressed and fingering with her hand down her pants. Sexy, but not something I can get off to. The only other one I could find was My Polish Wife Masturbating and Watching Porn at XVideos. This is a night-vision type of video where she fingers herself. I like this one, too – especially her little grunts near the end when she cums.

Okay, so that ended up being longer than I expected. It turned out to be an interesting experiment for me. Please let me know if you’d like to read more of my introspective porn examinations, or if one was enough. Either way, I’d be curious to know what turns you on (or off) about the video that I looked at in this post. Thanks for listening!

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Open Door Policy 24

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 24
By DirtyMindedMom

I woke up in the middle of the night and was annoyed. I was having a sex dream and in it I was just about to get my pussy licked when for some reason I was suddenly awake. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep and pick up where I left off. That’s when I felt a tongue working its way into my slit, gently searching for my clit.

It was instantly obvious to me that it wasn’t Gary. My heart leapt with a moment of fear and excitement. A soft cheek brushed against my thigh. It was a female. The tip of her tongue found my clit and my legs parted wider. It had to be Valerie, but there was a small chance it could be her mother. I hadn’t been sure that was something I had even wanted, but the charge I got out of the idea that Vera might have been so overcome with horniness that she’d bury her face between my legs confirmed it.

A little moan came from beneath the covers and I knew for sure it was Valerie. What a darling she was. I reached down and with a hand on the back of her head pushed her mouth against my crotch. She responded by sucking and licking more intently. Good girl.

Gary’s breathing nearby told me that he was fast asleep on his air mattress. We had jerked off together before going to sleep, but instead of satisfying me it had only made me more horny. I knew it was dangerous, but I welcomed Valerie’s incursion into my bed while everyone slept.

I pulled the blanket aside. The shadowy shape of the teen girl between my legs eating my pussy caused my clit to pulse with illicit pleasure. The price would be high if I ever got caught, but it felt too good to do anything but let her have her way with me. I wanted it. She wanted it. How could this be considered wrong?

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Harden,” she whispered then slurped at my increasingly wet hole. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” Her lips and tongue worked frantically up and down the length of my pussy.

“Shhh…” I lifted a breast and began sucking on one of my own nipples as the girl devoured my warm sex juices.

It took several minutes, but between the two of us I had a gut clenching orgasm that had me biting my pillow. We lay still for a time. I listened to make sure we hadn’t woken Gary. Valerie dried her wet cheeks on my inner thighs. I drew her up and she moved on top of me. She was naked. The feel of her soft tits pressed against mine was enthralling in every possible way. We kissed.

Her lips were flavored with my pussy. Her tongue was eager and velvety against my own. Her belly pressed against mine as her hips rolled between my legs. If only she had a cock.

“I want your cunt,” I breathed into her ear. “Sit on my face.”

Valerie didn’t hesitate for a moment. In only a few seconds her hot, steamy pussy was in my face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch to my mouth. A shudder of delight ran through me at the first taste of her. Her bald outer lips were rough with the stubble of a few days without shaving. I liked the way that felt. I sucked at her opening, swallowing down her adolescent juices. She could have gone to Gary and had his cock fill her up, but she wanted my tongue instead. I loved that.

I gave her my tongue, and everything else I had. I fingered her pussy while I sucked and licked her stiff clitty. I couldn’t resist letting a wetted finger slide out and circle her tight little asshole a few times. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did. Valerie began humping my face, letting out tiny moans with each breath. It was increasingly difficult to remain bitter about my separation with my husband. If it wasn’t for that stupid bastard cheating on me I wouldn’t be lying here enjoying a faceful of delicious teen cunt.

I could feel her getting close and shoved two fingers up her twat. Even though she’d been fucking my son for a while now, she was still very tight. I felt her inner muscles pulsate and then she was cumming. The joy of sharing that pinnacle moment of pleasure with her suffused me with satisfaction. I hate to admit it, but making a woman cum is entirely different from getting a guy off.

Valerie’s body continued to shake above me as the aftershocks faded. She stifled a giggle that ended in a sigh. Once she’d caught her breath, she snuggled down next to me, her hand roaming from one of my breasts to the other, down my tummy, to my hairy pussy, then back up for another slow circuit of my lady parts. We drifted in space like that for a time until I caught myself dozing. It wouldn’t do for her mother to wake up and find me entangled with her naked daughter in the morning.

“Valerie,” I said nudging her. Her hand was cupped over my mound, the tip of her middle finger resting on my clit. “Wake up, sweetie.”

“Hmmm?”

“You’ve got to get back to your own bed.” She nodded, but didn’t move. Her hand gripped me down there, her finger circling my soft nub.

“Go, go, go…” I whispered with a more insistent nudge.

She kissed me, slipping a finger in my hole. I kissed her back and fought to resist the urge to keep her in my bed for another round. I almost called her back as she slipped out my door. I listened for a few minutes. It sounded like she made it safely back without waking her mother or brother. I spread my legs and began touching myself.

I added a third finger to the two I already had inside me. I needed a cock. I wondered if it would be possible to use Gary’s without waking him. No chance, I decided as I fucked myself. I shouldn’t even be considering such things. That was a line I was determined not to cross with my son, and just because he wasn’t aware of it wouldn’t make it okay. Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good his dick would feel inside me.

My hand pounded into my pussy as I imagined it was Gary on top of me ramming his big cock into his mother’s horny cunt. I knew how much he wanted to fuck me, even if he did his best not to bring it up. It was also becoming increasingly difficult for me to deny how much I wanted to fuck him despite my stated convictions otherwise. Masturbation and oral sex were bad enough; I had to hold the line somewhere. I clamped my pussy around my fingers knowing how doing that to my son’s cock would make him cum inside me in a matter of seconds.

He’d shot his cum in my mouth, on my face, and all over my tits. He’d jerked his load on my pussy as I held my cunt lips open for him, and on my asshole as I spread my cheeks wide. My son had spewed on my belly, in my hair, and across my thighs. The only place he hadn’t cum is inside me…deep inside his mother’s loving cunt. It was too awful to think about, yet there I was thrashing my way through a mind-blowing orgasm imagining what it would feel like.

I was a horrible mother. A disgusting pervert corrupting everything around me. A selfish deviant who had somehow become addicted to the most depraved kind of sex. Only a few months ago I was a normal mom and housewife. I could count on two fingers the number of “kinky” things I had done in my life. How did I end up like this? I’d heard of the Slippery Slope argument enough times, but now I knew it wasn’t something to be dismissed lightly.

Was there any hope of going back? Could I be “normal” again? Or was it too late for me? I loved the things I was doing, but I hated myself for doing them. Every time I came to the resolution that all this wasn’t so bad, I would inevitably swing the other way. Fear of being caught should have been the only evidence needed to prove to myself it was wrong. And yet I knew that in the morning my son was going to wake up with his cock in my mouth.

I was tempted to go to him right then, but that would only mess with my mind all the more. Tomorrow would be a new day. With any luck the guilt would be gone, replaced by the singular need to feel my boy’s penis thrusting to the back of my throat and tasting his life-giving sperm on my tongue.

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I strolled out of my bedroom wearing nothing but my light summer robe after sleeping in for a few hours. It was Monday and the salon was closed and I had the day off. The kids were in school, so it was just me and Vera in the apartment. The flavor of my son’s cum was still in my mouth as I made myself a cup of coffee. Vera was at the little kitchen table pouring over the want ads in the newspaper. I loved how old school she was.

We exchanged small talk about the lack of decent jobs, the kids, and other bits of nothing. The whole time I was fighting the urge to undo the knot at my waist and let my robe fall open. Being practically naked in front of my sexually repressed house guest was making me ridiculously horny. I wanted to flaunt my tits and pussy in front of her and see how she’d react. I was terrible. I was becoming a sexual predator in my own home.

I decided to take a slightly more subtle tack. “Vera, would be okay if I borrowed my thing back from you?”

“Your thing?”

“The dildo. I’m feeling real horny for some reason and I should probably take advantage of the kids not being around while I can.” I loved how talking the way I was flustered her so. “I could really use a couple good orgasms right about now.”

“Oh…yes…of course…your thing…I go get it…”

She hurried off to her room. She might not be so quick to help me out if she knew her daughter had been riding my face last night. Vera came back with my dildo bundled up in a brightly patterned silk scarf. I unwrapped it in front of her.

“Ah, there’s my handsome boyfriend.” I kissed the tip and Vera’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Has our new friend been wearing you out?”

She laughed nervously. “No…no. I only use one…or maybe two times.” It was adorable how embarrassed she was admitting that to me.

“Not the same as having a real cock, but you have to admit that it does feel good.”

Vera nodded, having a hard time meeting my eye. “I can go to market for to give you some privacy.”

“No, don’t be silly. Relax, finish your coffee. There’s no reason for us to be shy around each other. It’s not like we’re a couple of silly teenagers. We’re mature women who understand our sexual needs and aren’t ashamed of them. Right?”

She was taken a bit off guard by that, but she managed a small smile. “Yes. What you say is true.” Her tone wasn’t as sure as her words, but it was enough for me.

“Okay, then,” I stood, feeling my tits bouncing freely under my thin robe. “I’m going to go take care of myself, but I should warn you that I tend to be a little loud sometimes. I hope that’s okay.”

Vera nodded and shrugged at the same time. The poor woman was at a loss of how to deal with me. I headed back to my room and closed the door partway. I was tempted to leave it wide open, but I thought that might be too bold at this stage.

I dropped my robe, got down onto my bed, and turned the vibrator on. I positioned myself on my knees with my back to the door. I wanted to embolden Vera to watch just in case she was inclined to peek into my room while I was playing. I began fingering myself and touching the buzzing dildo to my nipples.

Visions of sweet, young Valerie between my legs came to me, her darling face pressed to my hairy pussy, hungry for the taste of my horny fuck hole. I slipped the dildo up inside me and let out a moan. It wasn’t full volume, but enough to be heard by anyone in the apartment with me.

I then pictured the scene from just a few hours ago. I pulled Gary’s blanket down as he slept to expose his morning hard-on. I licked and sucked his balls until he stirred, then took his cock in my mouth, circling my tongue around his soft head. He let me do all the work, which I didn’t mind one bit. I bobbed up and down on his erection, my lips wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. I let out another moan recalling that moment of silent bliss we shared when his balls tightened and he filled his mother’s mouth with several spurts of precious semen. I’ll never grow tired of giving my son that kind of pleasure.

I was bouncing up and down on the dildo by that point, the base of it wedged against the mattress leaving my hands free to play with my tits and tug on my nipples. I was panting and moaning as I fucked my toy. Knowing that Vera could hear me made it all the more exciting. Imagining that she was listening, and maybe even touching herself as I had, propelled me quickly toward orgasm. I wanted to turn and see her standing in my open doorway, slacks and panties pulled down, fingers in her pussy, desperately beating off to the sight of me humping my dildo. I didn’t dare look and risk spoiling the fantasy.

“Oh, yes!” I blurted out in a barely restrained wail. “Fuck me. Fuck that horny pussy!”

That was all it took to send me over. I dropped down, plunging the dildo as deep as it could go and cried out with a series of orgasmic moans that left no question as to what was happening. I flopped over on the bed and let the sex chemicals flow through my brain like an addict who’d just shot up. I glanced at the door, but there was no evidence that Vera had been there.

After a few minutes I forced myself to get up. I wanted to laze around some more, but I also wanted to see my housemate before my high wore off completely. Instead of my robe, I slipped on a pair of panties and a skimpy white tank top. I tweaked my nipples to make sure they were showing through the light fabric.

Vera was on the sofa conspicuously flipping through a magazine. I went to the kitchen sink, rinsed off my fuck buddy, and left it standing on end next to the scarf on the table. I went and plopped myself down at the other end of the sofa.

“Whew, I needed that,” I said, patting the front of my panties suggestively.

Vera’s eyes flicked to me and quickly returned to the magazine she wasn’t reading. “Yes, it sound like you have good time.” She bit her lip as if upset with herself for saying that out loud.

“I’m sorry, I have a bad habit of being a bit noisy when I’m excited. I should be more careful.”

“No, is not bad,” she said. She looked at me, her eyes going from my face to my tits then back up. “I mean…I glad you have fun and it is good to hear.”

I couldn’t be certain, but I decided to interpret that as her telling me she liked listening to me make myself cum. I let a hand casually drift to one of my breasts.

“It was fun, but it would be more fun if it was with another person.” I pinched my nipple. Vera blushed and looked at her magazine. “It’s been so long,” I lied.

“You are very beautiful,” Vera offered, “you can find a man for that easy.”

I wasn’t sure how far I should push things. “I didn’t say the other person had to be a man.”

Vera looked at me without making an effort to hide her shock. “Oh! I did not know you were…that way…”

“Aren’t we all a little bit ‘that way’?” I asked with a friendly wink. “No, I’ve just been thinking lately that maybe another man isn’t the answer for me right now. As much as I love a nice cock, maybe it would be better for me to be with someone that wasn’t interested in anything more than just making each other feel good.” I rolled my hard nipple between my fingers as if it were as natural a thing to do in front of her as twirling a lock of my hair.

“When you say someone…you mean a woman, yes?”

“It’s not something I’ve ever done before,” the lies were piling up, “but I’ve always thought about it. It’s not something I would have seriously considered when I was younger, but nowadays it seems like everyone’s doing it.”

Vera nodded absently, her mind going somewhere I couldn’t guess at. “Yes. The girls go with girls easy today. It is a sin, but maybe no such a bad one.”

“Masturbating is a sin, too,” I laughed, “but that’s what confession is for. Right?”

“You say bad things,” she scolded me, then gave in to a laugh herself. She looked me over, making no secret of the fact that she was taking in my barely concealed tits and noticing the slight camel toe I was rocking downstairs. “I thinking I need to make a sin with your boyfriend now, too.”

With that cheeky comment, she got up from the sofa, retrieved the dildo from the table, and headed to her room. Even though I’d just cum, I was suddenly horny all over again. Vera had certainly come a long way from the serious, sullen woman she had been when I first met her. The question this raised was how much farther was she willing to go?

I heard what I thought was a moan. I held my breath and listened. The sound came again. I got up and peeked down the hall. Vera’s bedroom door wasn’t closed all the way, just like I had done. That saucy vixen. My hand was in my panties before I knew it. As my mental debate about what to do next bounced back and forth in my head, I was already creeping toward her door, getting more and more turned on as the sounds of her breathing heavily and moving around on the bed became more distinct.

My only intention was to listen, but I found myself leaning in just to check if I could see anything. A sudden tingle shot from my clit to my asshole. I could see something.

It wasn’t much. Some naked skin, an arm it turned out. That arm was moving suggestively. The flash of a breast. Dark nipple. More soft, lilting moans. She was surely masturbating. The wet sound of repeated penetration. But there was no buzzing. She was definitely fucking herself though.

“Yes…” I heard Vera whine softly. “So bad…”

I fingered myself quicker, trying not to make any noise. This was insanely hot. And I needed to see more.

I lightly touched the door, pushing it just a little. My narrow view expanded. Vera’s bare tits and tummy were revealed to me. Her body was sensuously alluring. Her proportions were similar to her daughter’s, but the maturity of her figure, the years of experience it suggested, made it even sexier. Any teenage girl can have a hot body, but at her age it takes a special lady to provoke the kind of desire I was feeling.

“Why you make me do this…?” Vera moaned quietly as she writhed. She was fucking herself faster. I had my middle finger up inside me, moving to match her pace.

I wanted to see what she was doing between her legs. I gave the door another nudge. I could see my target, but there was the tiniest of creaks from one of the hinges. I froze, cursing myself for being too greedy, then annoyed that I never thought to oil those stupid hinges before they moved in.

Vera paused for a brief moment at the suspicious noise, then carried on. I couldn’t see much from my angle, but her legs were open, both hands were down there, and there was no doubt she was fucking herself with the dildo. There was a large tuft of dark pubic hair that appeared even fuller than mine. I never wanted to put my face in another woman’s cunt as much as I did right then.

“I am cumming…” she moaned, not as quietly before. “I make my pussy cum…”

My fingertip found my magic spot up inside me, and I pressed the heel of my hand against my throbbing clit. I was determined to cum with her. Her legs flexed, her hips rose to meet her thrusts with the toy, and the sounds of wet sex became louder.

“Aiee, aiee, aaaaaaaie…” Her body arched up off the mattress and I knew she was being rewarded with a wonderful orgasm. A second later, I was sharing that same feeling.

It was all I could do not to cry out as my vision dimmed and my knees weakened. By the time my pleasure waned, Vera was lying motionless. I took one more longing look at her nakedness, and tiptoed away guiltily. Would she notice that the door was open wider than when she started? Did I give myself away when the door creaked? Did she suspect I was there and finish anyway?

I arranged myself on the sofa and picked up the magazine she had been looking at earlier. It was almost ten minutes before she rejoined me in the living room. She was dressed as before, but as she approached it was clear by the pronounced sway of her breasts that she hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on.

“Now there’s the look of a satisfied woman,” I teased as she sat down.

“A little bit satisfied, yes. Doing it for yourself is no the same as with someone else.”

Was the fact that she said “someone else” instead of “a man” meaningful, or was I reading too much into it? She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled.

“Well…if you’re ever interested…” I teetered on going one of two ways with the rest of that sentence. I chickened out. “…we can always go out one night and maybe meet some nice men who would be willing to do it for us.”

Vera’s expression became a mix of shock and amusement. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she clucked with a shake of her head. “So bad. No…I don’t think strange man is what I need right now.”

“Fine, then, we can look for a couple nice women instead.” My gut clenched. I was going too far too fast!

She chuckled, but the shock had faded and only amusement remained. “That is for silly schoolgirls,” she said wistfully, “no for grown up like us.”

Not what I was expecting to hear. I was still trying to figure out the most advantageous response when she spoke up again.

“I have to admit to you something.” Her face became troubled. She wanted to tell me, but she was afraid of how I’d react. “A week ago, I open bathroom door and see you son. He was with no clothes on, going to go in the shower. I see his thing down there. It was a little bit hard.”

She looked to see how I was reacting. I guess my blank stare was enough to encourage her to go on with her confession.

“He have his music things in his ears, so he no hear me. I close the door and go away.” She struggled for a few seconds before going on. “I think about him later in my bed. I remember his penis and have wrong ideas…”

File this under last thing I expected to hear.

“Okay…”

“I feel sorry for it and worry you hate me for this. I think on him many times at night.”

“I guess I can’t blame you. He is a good looking young man.” My head was racing. Was I feeling a bit jealous, or just excited by the possibilities? How could I use this to my advantage to get what I wanted? “If I saw your son Cris like that, I’d probably fantasize about his cock, too.”

“You no mad at me?”

“Why would I be?” I scooted close and took her hand. “We’re all crammed in this tiny apartment. We can’t avoid seeing and hearing things. Things that are normally private. You saw my son naked and it turned you on. That’s perfectly understandable given your situation.”

“I think too much about sex lately,” she said. Her regretful statement seemed designed for me for me to counter it. “He so young. I’m such old lady. I can’t think about boys that way.”

“I’m sure Gary would be flattered if he knew you were thinking of his cock and touching yourself.”

Vera looked away, but didn’t deny my allegation.

“Still…” She trailed off, probably distracted by more thoughts of my son’s dick.

“Was it nice? Gary’s penis…?”

“Very nice,” she said without thinking, then suddenly remembered who she was talking to. Her cheeks flushed. “He is good boy.”

“They grow up so fast.” For some reason it occurred to me then that I hadn’t heard her wash or rinse off after she’d finished in the bedroom. I lifted her hand and kissed her fingers in what appeared to be a friendly gesture of support. The scent of pussy was there. “You know,” I said with a jaunty tone, “if you asked, I wouldn’t be surprised if Gary would have sex with you. He thinks you’re a hot momma. What they call a MILF these days.”

“Oh, you crazy!”

“Maybe. But I still think he wants to fuck you.”

“He is my daughter boyfriend!”

“And a guy.”

“He won’t be a cheat.”

“Maybe not,” I conceded. “I did try to raise him right. But here we are, two horny women and we have two hot young men cooped up in this little apartment with us.” I shot her a wink.

“I already feel bad, and you going to make me feel worse,” she said with a hint of a giggle.

“You fuck my son, and I fuck yours. That sounds like a fair deal.”

“Oh my God! How do you even say that? You are the devil.”

“Can you imagine? We’ve been doing it with old men for so many years. Wouldn’t it be nice to be with a young guy, who has a really hard cock, and could fuck us as long as we wanted instead of falling asleep after two pumps?”

“Mmm, yes.” Her hardening nipples became obvious beneath her blouse.

“They would do whatever we wanted, and we could teach them new tricks. You’d be in your room making love to Gary, and I’d be right next door having sex with Cris.”

“Stop. I will go to hell just from listening to you.” Her eyes told me she wanted to hear more.

“I know you want my son’s nice penis.”

“And also you want the penis of my boy.” She shook her head again, a weak effort to deny what we both knew was true. “It is only something to think about,” Vera insisted.

I became aware that if I didn’t do something in that moment, this opportunity would be wasted.

I slipped my hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy through my panties. “How about we think about it together?” I leaned back on the sofa and opened my legs while I continued massaging my cunt. “Tell me what you want to do with my son’s cock.”

Vera hesitated. The fear in her eyes slowly ebbed and was replaced by lust. She unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her full breasts. She leaned against the armrest and pinched both of her nipples, her gaze focused on my circling hand.

“I would go on my knees in front of your son Gary and suck his big cock in my mouth.” Her fingers twisted the dark flesh at the tips of her breasts. “Now you say to me what would you do with the penis of my son?”

She was hooked! I couldn’t believe we were really about to do this…

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Chapter 25 >>

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Self Corruption

I was asked the other day about what got me started writing porn. I was pretty sure I had discussed this at some point on the blog, but I couldn’t find anything. There’s a brief bit in my About Me diatribe regarding my writing, though it’s not very detailed So, at the risk of repeating myself, I thought it would be worthwhile to talk about what got me into this depraved little hobby of mine for the benefit of anyone who doesn’t already know.

I’ve always enjoyed writing, and studied it quite a bit when I was in high school and college. The problem was I never finished writing anything I started. I learned the mechanics of good writing, but when it came right down to it I didn’t have anything meaningful to say and so my efforts often stalled because I would lose interest. Then a few years ago I started reading erotica online.

I discovered Literotica and checked out some of the “normal” stories. It wasn’t long before I found the incest category. I started reading those and was really turned on by them (which wasn’t surprising given the nature of my own secret fantasies). After a while, however, I became annoyed with how unrealistic or poorly written most of these stories were. I can’t focus on the sexy stuff and get off when my brain is distracted by typos, bad grammar, weak characters, and silly plot lines. One day I decided to try to write my own incest fantasy.

The experience was amazing and caught me totally off guard. I managed to get halfway through the story without any trouble and I was insanely turned on the whole time. I only stopped writing because I had to make myself cum. I sat right there in front of the computer, reading back over my own words and envisioning the scene I’d created while I finger fucked myself to an orgasm that reduced my whole body to warm jelly.

It was only after I regained my senses that I realized that I’d been writing for hours without having been aware of it. That night and the next morning all I could think about was getting back to my computer and writing. Dialogue was popping into my head as I made dinner, filthy sex scenes played out in my mind as I muddled through bath time and putting my girls to bed, and as my husband fucked me that night I imagined the characters in the story watching us as they masturbated.

By the time I was finally able to sit down at the keyboard again, I was so keyed up that the rest of the story just poured out of me (much like the juices from my pussy). I topped off that session with another self-induced orgasm and couldn’t believe I’d managed to actually finish a story without any angst or struggle. That’s when I knew I was onto something special.

That first story was “Secrets Between Sisters.” I began thinking about sharing it on the web, but there was a lot of fear and trepidation. What if someone I knew found out I had written something as socially unacceptable as a lesbian incest story? It would ruin my reputation as a respectable member of the community; it could damage my marriage; it might alienate me from my extended family. I even worried that I could get into legal trouble. I continued to edit and polish the story, but I couldn’t decide what to do with it.

After a time I calmed down. If I was careful I could share it anonymously. There was so much porn out there, what were the chances of someone I knew not only reading my stuff, but also then figuring out it was me? Pretty slim, I convinced myself. I created an account on Lush and posted the story with a mix of excitement and nausea.

When I checked back the next day I was expecting the worst. People calling me a pervert (which wouldn’t bother me in the least now), hate mail telling me I would go to hell, and other assorted general condemnation. Instead, I was happy to find nothing but positive feedback and encouragement to write more. It was a thrill to see something I had written “published” on a real website, and to know that people were not only enjoying my fantasy but getting off to it as well!

It’s easy to see why I was hooked from that point on. I still worry about getting caught and the dire consequences that would entail, but I can’t resist the lure of writing about all the nasty things I dream up in my twisted imagination. I often question what I do knowing that writing dirty stories is a somewhat juvenile pursuit, and sometimes wonder if it is at its core harmful to me and my readers. But then I have to face the fact that I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to (this may be a clinical definition for addiction).

It brings me a lot of pleasure to write porn, and I know it brings pleasure to others. Even if I try to turn it off, depraved ideas for stories, characters or sex scenes constantly surface from my subconscious and inspire me to drop my pants, let my tits out, get back in front of the computer, and write until I can’t take it anymore and I have to ravage my own pussy there on the spot.

The fact remains, however, that without all of you it’s highly unlikely I would still be doing what I do. Yes, the writing process is exciting in and of itself, but what really makes it such a perverse delight for me is knowing that you’re going to read it!

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