Open Door Policy 25

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 25
by DirtyMindedMom

I closed the bedroom door, yanked down my son’s pants, and grabbed his cock. Even though I had sucked him off that morning before he went to school, it felt like it had been forever since I last touched it. He was hard in a matter of seconds. I stroked his thick stiffness as I kissed him passionately on the lips. His hands groped my ass, then my tits. If he threw me down on the mattress and tried to fuck me right then I wouldn’t have been able to resist him.

“Just so you know,” I said breathlessly, trying to keep my voice low so no one else in the apartment could hear, “Valerie’s mom has a gorgeous pussy.”

Gary pulled back and gave me a look. “And how do you know that?”

“While we were masturbating on the sofa together this afternoon, she spread her legs nice and wide and gave me a wonderful view of her cunt.”

“You two jerked off with each other?” Gary’s hand plunged down the front of my pants, his finger easily finding its way into my moist crease. “What the fuck, Mom? My girlfriend isn’t enough, now you have to go for her mother? What’s next?”

“Her brother.”

His finger pushed up inside me. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Vera’s mom wants your cock, and I want to fuck Cris. We played with our cunts and talked about all the nasty things we’d do with the two of you.” From the way Gary was thrusting his cock into my hand I could tell he was already getting close.

“You are unreal. How fucked up is it that the horniest slut I know is my own mother?”

“It’s not my fault. I need a cock inside me.” I paused, giving him a chance to offer his own penis to fulfill my mounting needs. “Will you do it?”

“Do what?”

I wasn’t sure for a second what I was really asking for. I forced my mind back on the right track.

“Will you fuck Vera so I can fuck Cris?”

“I’m up for it, but what about Valerie?” The pad of his finger was hitting just the right spot up inside me. It was amazing how good he’d become at getting me off in the span of just a few months. He was far better than his useless father was after twenty years of practice.

“Shit, I didn’t even think of her.” We were both having trouble concentrating on the conversation as we frantically worked each other to the brink. “Tell her to sneak over to our room tonight. I want to watch you two fuck.” I pumped his cock faster. “I want to see you shove this sexy hunk of meat in that bald little twat of hers. Then I want you to both eat my horny fucking cunt out together.”

That did it for Gary. The cum fired out of his cock onto my shirt and belly as we stood there in the bedroom desperately stroking one another.

“Oh, fuck, Mom, yes!”

Trails of semen tickled my skin as they slithered down into my panties.

“After that, she’ll be in a receptive mood, and then we’ll talk to her and see if she’ll agree to letting us fuck her family.”

“You devious pervert.” The palm of his hand was grinding against my hard clit. I was right there.

Thoughts of what I was going to see and do later that night sparked me off. My knees went weak and I might have dropped to the floor if my son hadn’t been holding me up by the crotch. My sudden weight drove his finger in deeper and amped up my orgasm to the next level. I’d already cum half a dozen times that day, but the sensation was no less diminished for all the stimulation I’d already enjoyed earlier. “Fuuuuck, that was good.”

We kissed for a while longer. Gary massaged my inner wetness, and I milked a little more from his manly tool. Finally, knowing we had been closed up in our room long enough for it to be suspicious, I leaned down and sucked the head of his cum-smeared cock clean. He did the same with the lady goo that was coating his fingers. We then changed into clean clothes. He went out first, then I followed a few minutes later.

Gary hadn’t explicitly agreed to my plan, but I knew he was on-board. Now all we had to do was convince Valerie to go along with this shamefully sick plan of ours.

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Later that evening, I stood in my room listening at my door. I had on a light white tank top, and a pair of flimsy pajama shorts that I had pulled up a little higher than they should have been. No bra. No panties. Gary was on the bed doing something on his phone, occasionally looking up at me and shaking his head with a smirk. I picked up the sound of teeth being brushed a few steps away in the bathroom. That was my cue. I pinched both my nipples good and hard and waited another few seconds before stepping out and heading that way.

“Oops!” I said in feigned surprise as I walked in on Cris standing in front of the sink in nothing but a pair of boxers. I praised the warm weather and lack of air conditioning for the sight I was being treated to as well as for the excuse of being as scantily clad as I was. “Sorry, hon, I thought maybe I left my bra in here. Do you mind if I check?”

His eyes involuntarily darted to my chest, no doubt noticing my stiff nips poking up. Cris just shook his head and looked away. He continued brushing slowly as I squeezed past him, putting my hand on his hip as I did. I pretended to look around for my bra, bending down to check behind the toilet at one point. Even if he didn’t turn and take a peek at my cheeks, he’d be able to see them reflected in the mirror.

“Where the heck did I leave it?” I grumbled. “You boys are so lucky. You only have to keep track of half the amount of underwear that we do, and you don’t have to worry about having boobs that flop around all over the place.” I jiggled my tits a little to accentuate my point. The toothbrush stopped in mid-stroke. “Aren’t you glad you don’t have boobs like this to deal with?”

“uhhh…uh huh…” he agreed with a mouthful of minty foam as he watched me in the mirror.

I leaned around his side, looking down and making sure my breasts pressed against him. “Of course, we girls don’t have to worry about getting big bulges in our underwear like you boys do.” I patted him on the shoulder. “G’night, Cris. Sweet dreams.”

I put a little extra wiggle in my walk as I left, hoping he was watching me as I went. Once safely in my room, I was tempted to jump on Gary, but I wanted us to both save ourselves for Valerie’s visit later that night. Instead, I wondered if my little act had been enough to plant some nasty thoughts in Cris’s head. Thoughts that maybe he was beating off to at that very moment.

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I was too excited to sleep, so I was awake to hear Valerie slipping into our room. There was just enough light for her to find her way to Gary on his air mattress. I was barely able to make out the two of them shedding what little they had on. The sound of kissing and bare skin rubbing against skin had my pussy fluttering as I pulled off my top and shorts.

“Suck my tits,” Valerie whispered.

I heard suckling noises and wanted to join in, but I felt I should at least wait until I was invited. I played with my own tits and was grateful that my son allowed me to be a part of his sex life in such an intimate way. I lightly stroked my pussy, trying not to touch anything that would bring me off too soon.

“I need to fuck you so bad,” Gary murmured. I imagined he was saying those words to me.

The bedside light flicked on and I was able to see the naked bodies of two horny teens entwined an arm’s length away. It was a delectable view. Valerie held a condom pack out to me.

“Can you put it on for us?”

That was my invitation. I gave my clit a parting tap and took the condom. “You two should get up here on the mattress, it’ll be quieter.” They got onto the bed with me, trying not to make too much noise. I opened the little packet and pulled out the disk of thin rubber that was all that stood between me and a grandchild.

“Wait,” Valerie said before I could put it on. “Can I see you suck it first?”

I was more than happy to give her a quick suck show. I went down on my son in front of his girlfriend as she rubbed her fist over her mound. She snuggled up to Gary and nibbled his ear lobe.

“Your mom is totally sucking your cock, right now. That is so fucking nasty.”

They kissed and I continued loving my boy’s generous erection with my mouth. I knew he was eager to fuck, and I was eager to see him fuck, so this only went on for another minute or so before I pulled myself away and rolled to condom down the considerable length of his shaft.

“There you go,” I said. “Now get that pussy over here and give this cock the fucking it deserves.”

Valerie moved on top of my son. I held his cock upright while she lowered herself onto it. I watched with envious fascination as he disappeared inside her inch by glorious inch. My hand was forced out of the way as she took him all in. I contented myself with tickling his balls as they began fucking.

Gary’s hands were on her hips. She was ready to ride him like a prize bull, but he held her steady and moderated her movements. I was proud of how he had already learned to appreciate the pleasure you could get from taking your time instead of just racing for the finish line of orgasm like most boys his age would do. Valerie might not get it yet, but she would when her next boyfriend gets off in three pumps then goes to sleep.

I was mesmerized by the erotic union taking place only inches from my face. Her body lowered, sheathing my boy’s cock deep into her pussy. Her lips were tight around his shaft. I could almost feel him inside of me as I watching him fill her up. She lifted up. Her cunt clung to him as his cock was slowly unveiled to me once more. It would have looked so much better without the necessary evil of the condom. I fondled Gary’s balls as Valerie’s pussy repeated that scene over and over again for the next several minutes.

“You like that, Mrs. Harden? I know you do. I know how much you like watching me fuck your son’s big cock with my horny pussy. You want this, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes, you lucky little bitch. Ride that beautiful cock for me.”

“This is so fucking sick,” she moaned as she bottomed out and bounced right back up to do it again.

I prayed that her brother and mother were asleep in the next room and not hearing all of this. I didn’t want anything to derail my seduction plans I had for them. If I was able to control my urges to any degree, I wouldn’t even be doing this. As it was, I jammed my dildo into my pussy and enjoyed the teen sex show playing out on my bed in front of me.

I wasn’t a stranger to porn while I’d been married. My dirtbag husband would occasionally bring home a dirty VHS movie back when that was a thing. I pretended it was all beneath me, but I was very intrigued by it all. I was never brave enough to go to the video store and rent one for myself. The weird thing that I did do was agree to make a homemade sex tape and then sometimes watch it alone. I felt ridiculous masturbating to myself having sex, but it was the closest thing to porn I had. Then the internet came along.

It was only a once-in-a-while thing for me, but I loved the thrill of those evenings when I had the house to myself and I was able to log on and watch whatever filthy thing I could think of. I would sit in front of the computer and fuck myself to all sorts of nasty sex, on edge the whole time worried about someone coming home unexpectedly. The fear of getting caught only added to the excitement of it all. In all that time, I never anticipated that one day I’d be getting myself off to what was basically live porn featuring my own son.

“Fuck that cock, you horny slut,” I growled. “Make my son’s cock cum with that tight cunt of yours.”

“Oh, fuck, yeees…” was all she could say in response as she humped faster. She was an animal in heat, the only thing that drove her were the primal urges. Her body demanded satisfaction. The poor girl had no choice, she had to fuck. And so did I. If I didn’t have the self-control that maturity brings, I would have pushed her aside and taken that magnificent cock for myself. I was able to stave off this impulse by repeatedly plunging my dildo into my pussy and imagining it was my son’s cock pounding into me.

I lay down alongside Gary with one hand on Valerie’s butt, feeling the motion of their increasingly urgent lovemaking. I pressed my vulva against his hip. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of him. More of her. I wanted to be a part of them and what they were doing.

“You look so sexy when you fuck,” I whispered into my boy’s ear. “It feels nice, doesn’t it? Having a hot pussy wrapped around your cock?” I kissed his neck.

“So good, Mom.”

Valerie’s hand found one of my tits and she grasped at it roughly. Her fingers dug into my soft flesh, but the pain was nothing more than a show of how much she wanted to include me in their sex.

“You want this, don’t you, Mrs. Harden? What I have. You want to fuck your own son. You want his cock up inside you. Go ahead and admit it. You want him to cum in your cunt the way he does in mine.”

I couldn’t deny any part of what she said. “I do,” I whispered, ashamed to admit it to myself as much as out loud to her. “My son’s cock makes me so horny.”

She leaned down and kissed me, then moved to Gary, then back to me. Valerie then pushed my head toward my son. I didn’t know if he was willing to kiss me in front of his girlfriend. Sucking his cock was one thing, but letting her in on just how intimate we could be with each other was another. Gary brought his lips to mine. After a few soft, chaste kisses, his tongue pushed into my mouth. I responded in kind. Just like that I was passionately making out with my son as he fucked his girl.

“Oooh, fuck that’s hot. This is so freaking kinky.” Valerie sat up without missing a beat on Gary’s cock and reached down between my legs. I opened up and let her slip a couple fingers inside me. “So fucking kinky…I love it.”

For the next several minutes we fucked, and fingered, and kissed, and sucked. My pussy, Valerie’s tits, Gary’s cock, lips, nipples, asses, balls, and cunts. It was a blur of flesh and pleasure. Pleasure like you couldn’t get alone. Pleasure like you couldn’t get with only one other person. The totality of our ecstasy was well beyond the sum of our parts.

Valerie was the first to give in. “I’m going to cum,” she moaned.

Gary let my tit drop from his mouth. “Me, too…”

I quickly moved around behind them. Valerie leaned forward to give me a better view. I then pushed her ample ass cheeks apart so I could get an even better view. I could see it all. My son’s cock pounded up into her pussy as she bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. There was a creamy froth circling the point where he entered her again and again. Valerie’s cute pucker tightened each time Gary drove himself home inside her. It was a magnificent sight to behold for this proud mother.

“Aahhh, fuuuuck,” Valerie hissed, tamping down on the scream she so obviously wanted to let out. Her asshole flexed rapidly, hinting at the convulsions that were taking hold of her pussy.

Gary pushed up, lifting his girlfriend off the mattress with him, and grunted through gritted teeth. His hands gripped her hips and I could almost feel him cumming inside me as I watched him strain. The two of them relaxed suddenly, their bodies sated for the moment. I snuggled up alongside them once again.

A few minutes went by before Valerie kissed Gary and said, “I think it’s your mom’s turn to get off.”

The girl was reading my mind. I slid a hand down between my legs. I jumped when my finger touched my clit. Yeah, it was definitely my turn. I closed my eyes and lightly toyed with myself, replaying the graphic image of them fucking in my mind. The two of them were moving next to me, and I waited with anticipation to see how they were going to help me along.

Something warm and slimy oozed through my fingers and onto my pussy. I opened my eyes to see Valerie squeezing the contents of Gary’s condom out onto my cunt. My son had a sly smile on his face. He must have told her about me stealing their used condoms and using them for my own illicit pleasure. Such a big-mouthed blabber.

I smeared the fresh cum over my lips and stiff clit. Gary got up on his knees, brandishing his cock. I once again marveled at the wonder of youth. His dick hadn’t wilted a bit. Valerie emptied what remained in the condom along the top side of his erection. Gary then turned and offered his cum-flavored cock to me. I opened up without hesitation and let my boy feed himself into my mouth.

Valerie watched with perverse glee as I played with my cummy cunt and sucked the cock that had been inside her pussy only a few minutes earlier. She fingered herself and played with her nipples as she enjoyed the show. Gary’s hand sought out one of my tits and began massaging it not so gently. I wanted so badly to scream out with the pure joy of it all, but I fought to keep my enthusiasm for this depraved scene under control.

As soon as Valerie saw that I was getting close to bringing myself off, she pushed my hand away and buried her face in my jizz-coated pussy. I pulled off my son’s cock for a moment. “Oh, you fucking hot little slut! Lick up all that cum, baby.”

I was back on Gary’s cock by the time he said, “Eat my mom’s cunt, whore. Make the horny bitch cum.”

Any good mother would have washed her son’s mouth out with soap for talking like that. Me, I wanted to wash his mouth out with my tongue for saying those words. “Give me your balls, sweetheart.” I opened wide and Gary lowered his sack into my mouth. He tucked himself in, cramming both testicles in. I couldn’t do much beyond wiggle my tongue over his scrotum a little, but the idea of having his whole ball sack in my mouth at once drove me wild. He began stroking his erection as I sucked and struggled to breathe through my nose. The lack of oxygen soon had my head spinning. I was getting higher by the second, which only made me more and more aware of the orgasm Valerie was about to give me in the next few moments.

Maybe it was the delirious state I was in, but without warning I had the oddest vision. I imagined myself letting loose and pissing right in Valerie’s face. I’d never consciously considered such a thing in my life, but the very thought of it propelled me to my climax and beyond.

It was a good thing my moans were muffled by Gary’s balls filling my mouth, or I surely would have woken up Vera and Cris. As it was, Valerie sucked me off to two, or maybe three, orgasms one on top of the other while I did all I could not to unintentionally castrate my boy. Gary let out a breathy grunt and spilled a nice warm load of semen onto my face. Valerie saw this and was launched into her next orgasm, pressing her mouth into my hairy cunt to muffle her own screams.

Valerie crawled up on top of me and began licking the spunk from my face. She then kissed me, and passed a generous helping of my son’s creamy goo into my mouth. She went back to my face and sucked up what was left behind before kissing Gary. I had to assume she was giving him a taste of his own cum and then some. This sent goosebumps over my entire body as I watched one of the most sensual kisses I’d ever witnessed. They brought their faces down to mine, and the three of us shared in a three-way naked make out session the likes of which I never imagined I’d ever play a part in.

A lot of time went by like that. At some point Gary turned out the light and we continued groping, touching, kissing, and rubbing in the dark. Our movements had become slow and sleepy, but no one wanted to be the first to nod off.

“Do you think she’s in a receptive mood yet?” Gary asked groggily.

“In the mood for what?” Valerie murmured, rousing herself just enough to speak.

“I want to fuck your brother,” I said. I’d planned to approach it with more tact, but that would have taken too much effort.

Valerie slipped two fingers inside me. “Really? You want my brother’s cock in here?”

“Mmm…yes. Okay with you?”

“Fine with me.” She nuzzled one of my nipples. “As long as he’s into it.”

“Before you agree,” Gary warned, “there’s more to it.”

“Like what?”

I stroked her hair hoping she was relaxed enough not to scream at what I was about to suggest.

“Your mom said it would be okay with her if I did it with your brother, but only if Gary fucks her.”

She stopped suckling; her fingers went still inside me.

“No way she said that.”

“She did,” I assured her. “Right after the two of us finished masturbating in front of each other on the sofa this afternoon.”

“You saw my mother masturbating?” She was sounding more awake now.

“We’ve been sharing my dildo for the past couple weeks, and today we just somehow ended up fingering our cunts together and talking about all the things we’d like to do with the two young studs we have in the apartment with us.”

“Holy fucking shit. The way she lost her mind when she caught me playing with myself, she acted like she never touched her pussy in her life. And now it turns out she’s beating off with my boyfriend’s mother?”

Gary and I didn’t dare speak as she processed this.

“Did she cum?” Valerie asked quietly.

“She did.” Her fingers began moving again inside me. “A couple of times, actually. Your mom has a great pussy…and fantastic tits.”

“Did she run straight to confession right after?”

“Not that I know of. Though she did call on God a few times in the heat of the moment.”

“That hypocritical bitch.” Valerie licked my nipple. “That horny, perverted, lesbian slut bitch.” She sucked and fingered harder, making me wonder if she’d forgotten the original question. “She tells me not to have sex until I’m married, but she wants my boyfriend’s cock. She makes me out to be the sinful one for making myself cum, but she’s more than happy to commit adultery with a kid?” She came up and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel her anger, frustration, and excitement.

Gary remained silent, clearly unsure about what he could say to help his cause. I had no doubt that he wanted to fuck Mrs. Ramos, but he was worried about appearing too eager in front of his girlfriend. Instead, he silently pressed his cock against my hip while he massaged Valerie’s lovely ass.

“You can’t be too hard on her,” I said once I was able to regain possession of my own lips. “She never knew anything else. She’s only repeating the things her mother said to her. I’m sure she was just as horny when she was your age as you are now. The difference was that she couldn’t get away with half of the dirty things you do.”

“You really think she would have finger blasted her boyfriend’s mom like this?” Valerie made a show of pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of my sopping pussy.

I wanted her to keep going and make me cum, but I didn’t want to get distracted. I grabbed her wrist and regretfully forced her to stop the welcomed torture.

“Maybe she would have if given the same opportunities you’ve had.” I kissed her softly to make sure she knew I was on her side. “But what’s important now is that she finally does have the opportunity to explore her sexuality in a way she never could before. If we help her go down this path, she won’t be able to make you feel guilty for all the slutty things you like to do.”

She took this in for a moment. “You really think so?”

“I do.” I released her wrist and pushed her fingers deep inside me. “She won’t chastise you for playing with your cunt whenever you want. She won’t be able to criticize you for fucking as much cock as you want. And, if we play it just right, she won’t even be able to call you a sinner for eating out my pussy and making me cum all over your face.”

“Ah, this isn’t just about Gary, is it?” Valerie squirmed her naked body against mine. “You want to sit on my mom’s face, don’t you? You’re going to corrupt her the way you did with me.”

“Only because she wants to be corrupted as much as you did.”

“Has anyone ever told you what a sick bitch you are, Mrs. Harden?”

“Just remember, only a sick bitch would arrange it so you could watch your mother suck off your boyfriend’s mom.”

She tried to hold back, but couldn’t. “Fuck…that would be hot.” She turned her face away from me, embarrassed by how much the idea of seeing her mom performing kinky, lesbian sex thrilled her.

I knew there was a pretty good chance she had an unspoken desire to do more than just watch her mother, but now wasn’t the time to push her on that front.

“Just imagine what it would look like to see your sainted mother naked and sixty-nining with me.” I rolled her over with that, reversed myself and mounted her putting us in the position I was referring to. She went straight for my pussy, which was already more than halfway to yet another orgasm. “Gary, sweetie, you know what mommy wants, right?”

I was barely able to make out his grin in the darkened room. He moved behind me, spread my cheeks, and began tonguing my asshole. The feeling of having two mouths down there at once was exquisite. I lowered my head and buried my face in Valerie’s pussy. It was warm and wet and swollen with excitement. Her pungent scent was strong after all the sex she’d already had. The rank smell of her only turned me on more.

Gary alternated between licking and fingering my butt. Valerie alternated between sucking my clit and tongue fucking my hole. I alternated between eating pussy and taking in the amazing sensations the two teenagers were giving me. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again…then again. Once I’d had mine, I focused on Valerie and brought her off in short order.

By the time we had rearranged ourselves, Gary already had another condom on. He climbed on top of his girl and began fucking her nice and slow. I fell asleep next to them as they made love wondering how a boy his age had enough self-control not to just go crazy and start pounding her like mad after what we’d all just done. Someone’s hand was between my legs as the world drifted away.

I woke up in the morning in bed alone. My pubic hair was plastered with dried cum. I suspected someone had emptied out a used condom down there while I slept – the little brats. The night played through my mind as my fingers idly stroked the crusty mess infused throughout my cunt hair. I wanted to get busy planning my seduction of Cris and figuring out how to be sure everything played out just the way I intended, but there was no way I’d be able to concentrate until I got myself off at least twice.

I licked my fingers, spread my legs wide, and got to it.

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Open Door Policy 26 >>

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25 thoughts on “Open Door Policy 25

  1. I love your stories and this has to easily be the best one. Your writing is superb and well crafted. As always I look forward to more.

  2. You’re such a great writer and have such a perverted mind!!! Loved the part when she went into the bathroom looking for her bra. Who hasn’t thought about that before?

  3. Great chapter, Rachael! The wet spot on the front of my pants may be hard to explain, but well worth it! I can’t wait for the total seduction of Valerie’s mom…

  4. What a great writer your hubby must be a very lucky guy
    Keep up the good work must find away to hide this lump sticking up

  5. You did it again, I love the way you write. You get into it from the get go and never let up. I can almost feel every thing you do. WOW.

  6. I love the way you write, you get into it on the get go and never let up. I can feel everything you do as if I was there. Keep up the good work. ” WOW”

  7. Rachael

    Such a hot fucking tale you have going on. It makes me so hard I need to go and stroke one out to you and val and Gary .

    Keep up the great porn writing.

    Jay

  8. Fuck Rachael, that was amazing.
    I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed this story, and you have really excelled yourself with this chapter.

    I was jerking hard from the moment I started reading, it was just so wonderfully filthy, and I came well before the end. Had to start all over again…..

    Now I can’t wait for chapter 26. May have to go back and jerk off over some of the earlier chapters all over again.

    Tim

  9. Steamin’ hot!
    I hope Cris doesn’t turn out to be batting for the other side. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

  10. I agree with Pierre ‘re Cris.
    And I forgot to say, it’s the dirty talking that is such a turn on.
    There is nowhere near enough of it in porn, so it’s great to find it here!!!

  11. I am so loving this story, I don’t have to even touch my cock, and I have precum oozing out. Can hardly wait for more!!

  12. Another Grade A success DMM. This one was very hot and I love your kinky imagination. Outstanding series.

  13. I have mixed feelings about the way the story is going. I mean I get that there is a certain appeal to free-for-all orgies, and that the realistic elements are intended to provide context to enhance the relational aspects between the characters, which is basically the engine of incest stories – the relationships. Unfortunately, beyond priming the sexual tension with contextual role reinforcement (by constantly referring to the wrongness of incest, reminding the audience of the main character’s expected role as a mother vs her desire to also be her son’s lover) the authenticity of the other character’s emotions and role expectations is very weak, to the point of breaking the suspension of disbelief. The way that Gary treats his mother like an object (despite how much she loves it) just comes off as very cynical and undermines the type of relationship between mother and son that makes mom/son incest appealing. You mentioned in your preface to your new story, “Becoming a Cuckold”, that you can’t understand how a man could watch his wife with another man. Well, this is even worse because Gary hasn’t even been able to have sex with his Mom yet.

    But what I really wanted to bring up is something none of the characters seem to have thought about – how is Cris going to feel about Gary fucking his mother? Especially considering that Gary is already fucking his little sister. You may have made a serious mistake by making Valerie Mexican because Mexican men are fiercely territorial about their mothers and sisters. Besides that, how is Cris going to feel when he realizes that everybody else has been in on this except him? If you are really interested in redeeming any sense of realism in your characters, I suggest something similar to what Tx Tall Tales on Literotica did in his “Two Moms, Two Laps” series. In that story, the main character and his dad finally get into a really bad fist fight because of a lot of the same things that are going on in your story – namely, deception, disrespect, and simple male territorialism. Now, granted, in this story, Gary and Cris aren’t really friends, so a fist fight would probably be a disaster. However, to have any sense of veritas, there needs to be some sort of reckoning to get everything out on the table. As it is, the main character is just setting up a big house of cards with every lie, and the more she gets away with, the more the story falls flat because of the lack of conflict. You’d think in a sex story, there would be a lot more concern with the story’s ‘climax’.

  14. I NEED TO TELL YOU. THIS IS PROBABLY THE HOTTEST STORY I HAVE EVER READ. I FOUND MYSELF FANTASIZING I WAS YOUR SON AND PART OF THE WHOLE SICK, TWISTED AND WONDERFUL THING.

  15. Further proof of great erotic writing. While I cannot wait for the next chapter; sometimes I almost wish I hadn’t found this for another year so I wouldn’t have to wait for the next chapter.

  16. The incest theme is not a particular preference of mine, but your stories rather transcend that theme for me, and I’m able to enjoy them for all their frank, varied, and unbridled sexuality. And, of course, the quality of the writing and pacing, which makes all the different in the world when it comes to erotica. And I agree with another commentor; the dirty talking is the thing that makes these rise above so many others. I too wish there was more of it in adult videos. Hell, I wish there was more of it real sexual encounters.

    “Gary let out a breathy grunt and spilled a nice warm load of semen onto my face.” That sentence is the one that put me over the edge.

  17. Amazing as always. I eagerly await new chapters. And, selfishly wish for this story to continue for a very long time.

  18. Rachael Darlin’ You have knocked it out of the park once again as I’ve said many times you are the best Author I have ever read. I hope I’m around to read many more stories from you . Take Care and be NAUGHTY !!!!!!!

  19. @Arturo: Thank you for your thoughtful feedback! You lay out some very valid concerns, and in general I agree that the issues you raise pose some difficulties. I believe the problems, however, are more an inherent part of what this story is and isn’t. I don’t want to sound like I’m making excuses here, but your expectations for this particular story are not easily met given the nature of the beast. Open Door Policy is more like a comic strip in the Sunday paper than it is a serialized Dickens story. I started this story without any planning or intention. I just began writing and let things go wherever they went. I don’t spend much time at all contemplating the depths of each character’s emotional world. What I do is come up with two or three sex scenes that I think would be hot, then sit down and write those then masturbate like a crazy person). I sometimes have a vague idea that I want a certain event to take place in an upcoming installment and try to set that up, but there’s no detailed outlining or forethought going into it. It’s not my usual approach to creating a story, which is one of the reasons I wanted to try it as a sort of exercise to develop the writing “muscles” that I don’t use as often. Whether or not this exercise has paid any dividends is still up for debate, but it has been a fun project for me so far.

    With that in mind, what you seem to be longing for is a nourishing meal when all I’m offering with this particular story is some fast food. You might be able to enjoy the unrealistic levels of fat and sodium as you scarf down your triple-burger with extra heart-attack sauce, but you’re not going to get the nuanced flavors, textures and layers a well-crafted dish would provide. As with most things in life, it comes down to expectations.

    I will certainly take your comments to heart, and do my best to be considerate of my characters and their realities when I slip off my panties and jump into future episodes. As I look back, I see that I started this story close to a year and a half ago! And, as irresponsible as it is, I must admit that I haven’t gone back and re-read earlier chapters. There is a better than 100% chance that I’ve forgotten as much about this story as I remember. I’m sure the continuity has suffered for it, and I suspect my characters haven’t remained as consistent as they should. I suppose that’s part of the danger of writing in the moment. Perhaps when this story does come to some kind of conclusion, I’ll be able to treat it like the first draft of something worth rewriting into a more coherent piece. In the meantime, I respect your mixed feelings and would encourage you to take a “lighter” approach to this story, reserving your more sophisticated palate for the stories I have a mindful investment in.

    Oh, and by the way, do you want fries with that?

    Hugz,
    Rachael

    P.S. I don’t think it invalidates your point about Cris’ protectiveness, but the Ramos family is Brazilian not Mexican.

  20. I kind of feel like she is cuckolding her own son. Basically fucking every other guy but her son, while doing all other type of shit with him.

    I mean he basically has come inside her, so the only other reason now would maybe that she has a thing for cuckolding the one guy that cares about her..

    Even letting this chris guy fuck her first, not my kind of story, but the scenes are really hot between the mother and son, too bad she wont let him get further.

  21. For some reason it seems like our dirtymind rachael might be a bit pissed off at someone with these cuckold stories as of lately though haha.

  22. She’s not cuckolding her son. You can only cuckold someone that should be allowed to fuck you (ie a husband, steady bf) No son should ever be allowed to fuck his mom. Therefore he should have no expectation of getting to.

    I think the story should end without him ever getting to. Or, at the very first moment he thrusts into her the story suddenly ends.

  23. I wish I had what ever it takes to resist till you finished the story and read it all at once, but I do not! You are a fantastic author!

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