Opening Up

My mom wasn’t expecting to run into me at the nude beach. I noticed her checking out my swinging cock as I approached, and only when I got up close did she look at my face and realize it was her own son she was ogling. Needless to say, she was pretty embarrassed. I acted like I was too, but this “chance” encounter was planned. I’d overheard her talking to a friend about how she was done being upset about the divorce and was ready to open herself up to new experiences. One of these experiences was her first visit to a nude beach. I was only hoping to get a look at my sexy mom’s naked body, and maybe snap a few pics, but then I decided to test just how open she really was. At first she tried to cover up and make excuses for being there, but when she saw that I was cool with everything and didn’t bother trying to hide my dick from her, she relaxed a little. We went back to where her towel was and talked. I couldn’t stop checking out her beautiful tits. She tried to keep her legs together, but I got a couple nice flashes of her trimmed pubes, and one quick glimpse of her lips. I held back for as long as I could, but my hard-on was inevitable. Mom got flustered all over again when she saw that, and I jokingly blamed it on her. My erection turned out to be the perfect ice-breaker, and I was able to get her talking about her sex life since her and Dad split up. She pretty much admitted that she hadn’t gotten laid in over six months and that she was getting pretty horny. I knew it wasn’t a coincidence that she looked at my stiff dick right after she confessed that. As we talked some more, she turned over and gave me an awesome view of her gorgeous ass. This was no accident, she was purposely showing off for me. We continued talking and sneaking peeks at each other for the rest of the afternoon. Neither one of us wanted to be the first one to suggest leaving, and so we ended up staying and watching the sun set. Once we were the only two left on the beach, I took the initiative and kissed her. She didn’t push me away when I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I took a bigger chance and whispered, “I want you so bad.” She didn’t respond right away, then I heard her say, “Me, too,” before lying back and spreading her legs for me. Mom and I go to the beach together at least two or times a week now, and she’s really opening herself up to lots of new experiences, much to my delight.

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I’m a Dirty Bird

I love being vulgar!

One of the biggest thrills of writing porn for me is that it allows me to use the dirtiest words I know in the nastiest ways I can imagine. This is something I definitely don’t get to do in my real life. It’s an incredible outlet for my pent up urges, and no matter how much I do it, it still gets me off.

The reason I bring this up is that a reader recently emailed me and mentioned that my vulgarity was one of the things he appreciated about my writing. I took that as a huge compliment. Sure, it’s easy to use naughty words for mere shock value, but to be able to use them to turn people on and inspire them to cum is what drives me whenever I drop my panties and sit down in front of the keyboard.

The flip side of this is that I often get “accused” of being a man because “I don’t write like a woman.” This really pisses me off. Not because someone doubts that I’m a woman, but that they assume a woman can only write in a “womanly” style. Fuck that noise!

I was reading an “erotic” romance the other day and couldn’t get past the first couple chapters. “His fingers gently glided along my cleft to my womanly center.” I might have bought into this flowery crapola ten years ago, but now it just turns my stomach. “His fingers slid over my stiff clit, down between my swollen pussy lips, and plunged into my eager fuck hole.” Now that’s more like it! That’s something I can rub my cunt to!

When it comes to porn, I believe you have to write what turns you on in order to turn anyone else on. Nothing is better than when I lose myself in my writing and time flies by without me being aware of it. It’s magical. That being said, I’m also very aware that I’m writing for others. I suspect at least 90% of my readers are men, and I also take this into consideration. If I knew I was writing primarily for a female audience, I would most like take a slightly different approach. I certainly want to get men and women off alike, but I tend to shade my choices toward what I think would please that guy hunched over his computer with one hand on the mouse and his other hand gripping his throbbing cock.

So, for someone to assume that a woman can’t make these kinds of considered choices when she writes, and that only a man can write in a deliberately vulgar style, is just flat out ignorant. I know I shouldn’t pay attention to these clueless goofballs, but it still bothers me because it means that there are people out there who continue to discount a woman’s intellectual capacity despite all the overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

I may be a plain-Jane mom and unambitious housewife, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be just as crude and vulgar as the next guy!

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Open Door Policy 26

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 26
by DirtyMindedMom

“Oh, fuck me, that feels good,” I moaned loudly as I eased the dildo into my cunt.

It was my day off, the kids were in school, Vera was puttering around in her natural habitat (the kitchen), and I was in my bedroom with the door wide open.

I was on my back, naked, legs in the air and knees bent, as I slowly fucked myself. “Yeah, that’s it, nice and easy. Fuck that horny pussy.” Saying these things aloud turned me on even more than I already was. It’s what I’d be doing even if I wasn’t trying to get my housemate’s attention. “Mmm, deep in my wet fucking pussy.”

I opened my eyes and saw my quarry peering into my room, wide-eyed but curious.

“Do you want I should close the door for you?” Vera said in an uncertain tone.

I could tell this was nothing more than her hastily constructed excuse for being at my threshold. Vera had been shy, and very chaste, with me ever since our mutual masturbation encounter. She wasn’t going so far as to try to avoid me – an impossibility given our close quarters – but she was staying away from anything remotely close to the topic of sex. Somehow, her guilty conscience only made her sexier in my eyes. It suddenly came to me that one of the things that was getting me off about this whole situation was that I was witnessing the gradual corruption of this otherwise respectably moral woman. Not only witnessing her fall from grace, but intentionally orchestrating it. I was a terrible person.

“Leave it,” I said, looking at her from between my thighs. “I want it open. Wide open.”

“Oh…okay…” After a moment of lingering indecision, she turned to go.

“Vera, come join me.” I slipped the dildo out of my pussy, gave it a few quick sucks, then pushed it gently back into my hole.

She cleared her throat nervously. “I…I should not. We shouldn’t do like that. It is bad for us.”

“Come on, I know you’re as horny as I am. We had fun last time, didn’t we?”

Vera wasn’t able to deny that. “I try no to do any more sins…” Her protests trailed off as I reached around with my free hand and caressed a finger over my exposed asshole, wet with my dribbling juices.

“I understand. You’re a good woman, and a good mother.” I continued to deliberately fuck myself, pleased at how enthralled she was by the sight of what I was doing. “You don’t want to turn into a nasty slut like me.”

“Oh…I no think you are a slut, Joanne. You are…only different from me.” Her stiffening nipples betrayed her desire to walk the straight and narrow path.

“How about you just stay for a little with me while I play? It makes it more exciting to know someone is looking at me while I’m doing this.”

She apparently wasn’t able to come up with a good excuse during the few moments she hesitated before giving in with a nod.

“Come sit next to me.” I patted the mattress and she moved to the spot and sat down.

I masturbated quietly for a time, my hand massaging each of my breasts in turn, tweaking my nipples lightly. I shifted so Vera would be able to get a good view of what I was doing between my legs. It was difficult to pace myself and not just pump my dildo madly to a quick cum.

“Mmm…I love playing with my pussy,” I sighed. Using two fingers, I carefully peeled back the hood of my clitoris and thrust my hips up, making it stand out as prominently as I could. “I wish my clit was as big as yours is. You must love having it sucked.”

Vera stared openly at my vulgar display, then shrugged.

“What? You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know. My husband say your mouth is not for sex. The bible say so, too.”

“Oh, you poor thing. You have no idea what you’re missing.” I teased the end of my dildo over my little pink tip. “We’re going to have to do something about that one of these days.”

She swallowed nervously, but didn’t raise any objections. Little by little I was chipping away at that moral foundation that was holding her back from enjoying herself as much as she deserved. She might be scared now, but one day she would be thanking me for bringing her over to the dark side.

“I talked to Gary,” I said conversationally as I leisurely inserted the toy back inside my wetness.

Once again, she was slow to respond due to the distractions I was offering. “About what?”

“He said he’d like to have sex with you. He’d like it very much.”

“Oh! No! That was just bad talk, no for real. You didn’t really.”

“I did. He asked me last night if I talked to you about it and I promised I’d mention it today. He wants to know when you two can get together and do it.”

“No, no, no,” she insisted, shaking her head. “He is Valencia’s boyfriend. And too young for me. I am married, and—“

“Okay, okay, I get it. You have a hundred reasons why you shouldn’t. Just relax.” I tried to keep it light and playful. “I know it’s way outside your comfort zone. But my son does think you’re a very sexy woman. He even said he thinks about you sometimes when he’s stroking his cock.”

The shocked look on her face was precious. “He say these things to his mother?”

“Not in so many words,” I lied, “but we’re very open with each other about everything, including sex.” I licked some of my juices off of my dildo while I let that sink in. “As a matter of fact, before you moved in, my son and I had a sort of ‘open door policy’ around here. We never bothered hiding from each other behind closed doors when we dressed or showered.”

“Your son sees you naked?”

“Sometimes.” I couldn’t help smiling thinking back to that first week the policy was in effect. “I think it’s healthy for us not to be ashamed of our bodies and to teach our kids to be comfortable about that.”

Vera nodded absently, even though I was sure she didn’t agree with my philosophy. “And you see your son naked, too?”

“Uh huh. Quite a lot actually.”

“And also his penis?”

“Most definitely. He’s rather proud of it…” I couldn’t help letting out a telling moan as I pictured my son’s wonderful cock. “…as he should be. It’s pretty big for a boy his age.”

“You see it when it’s…you know?”

“Hard? Of course.” I pulled my toy out and held it up. “Maybe an inch or two longer than this, and a bit thicker.” I got a thrill out of the way her eyes went wide at that. “But you know how they are when they’re teenagers, they get hard so easy. I made sure Gary wasn’t embarrassed about it, telling him it was perfectly natural and nothing he had to hide from me.”

“I don’t know,” Vera said somewhat hushed. “I think maybe it is no good for a boy to see his mother naked and have a hard penis for that.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure if Cris saw you naked, he would get a huge erection right away.”

“Aaiiee,” she exclaimed and crossed herself. “I can’t even imagine about that.”

“They can’t help it. All boys want to have sex with their mother. It’s a psychological fact.” I didn’t know if that was true, but it sounded good at the time.

“That is more than bad. They don’t really want that.”

I gave her a shrug. “If I was your son, I’d want to fuck you.”

“Yes, but you are a devil inside of a woman’s body.”

“A very horny body,” I giggled, turning her distressed frown into a hint of a smile. “Can you do me one little favor?” I wanted to continue working on her, but I was getting too close to focus.

“What favor?”

I gathered one of my breasts up in my hand. “Can you just suck one of my nipples for me while I masturbate?”

“Oh…I…”

“Only for a few seconds.”

She eyed my proffered nipple. Her tongue moved across her lower lip without her being aware of it. She was shaking her head no even as she leaned down. I figured it was a longshot, but it looked like it was going to pay off.

“Only for a quick time.”

Her soft lips settled around my areola and her tongue touched the tip of my erect nipple. A flash suddenly blazed through my whole body. This caught me off guard. I’ve had plenty of people suck my tits before, but the triumph of getting Vera to do it added something to the experience like nothing else.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I began working myself faster.

Upon hearing and feeling my reaction, she sucked my whole nipple into her mouth. I knew then that it wouldn’t just be for a quick time. I had her hooked. She sucked while I fucked. The little noises she made as she suckled me only heightened the pleasure. I was convinced that this was something she’d been fantasizing about since that day we got off in front of each other.

“That feels so fucking good, Vera. Don’t stop.” She pulled off of my tit right after I said that, making me think I had screwed things up by speaking. Vera then moved to my other breast and began eagerly sucking that nipple. “Ah…yes. You’re going to make me cum.”

I was about to start really going at it, then I noticed something.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked. Vera nodded, unwilling to release my nipple from her mouth. Her hand was between her legs and she was pressing her crotch through her slacks. “Yeah, that’s it, rub that hot pussy. I want you to cum with me.”

It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before her stifled moans told me she was ready to climax. I’d been on the edge the entire time, and was finally able to let myself pull the trigger. I changed the angle of the dildo slightly, which started a chain reaction that couldn’t be stopped.

“I’m cumming! My cunt is cumming. Suck my tits! Suck my tits! Yes, yes, oh fuuuuck, yes!”

As soon as she sensed I had mostly finished orgasming, she let off with a deep breath and began rubbing herself with both hands. Even though she was fully dressed, it was about the hottest thing I could imagine seeing her do. It was somehow so much more depraved this way.

“That’s it,” I cheered her on. “Rub that fucking pussy! Make that big clit cum!” I reached over on impulse and grabbed one of her bouncing tits and squeezed. Even through her blouse and bra I could feel how hard her nipple was.

“Ai mãe!” she cried and began to spasm as her climax took control of her body. I rode it out with her, feeling a glow of happiness at having the privilege of being part of something so beautiful as another woman’s orgasm.

Once the storm had passed, without a word she dropped onto the bed next to me. I put my arm around her and held her. I could feel her racing heart gradually slow in the quiet warmth of our embrace.

“You are the devil,” she whispered.

“And you are an angel.” I kissed her cheek and rested with my forehead to hers.

I still had a lot of corrupting left to do, but I had managed to take this sainted mother one more baby step down the path to blissful damnation.

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Gary gave me a hug when he got home from school. He kissed me on the cheek then whispered in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Mom. I can’t wait to eat your pussy tonight.”

“Why wait?” I asked teasingly. “Why don’t you throw me down right here and suck me off in front of everyone.”

“Mmm…you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He kissed me again. “Dirty freak.”

Valerie was looking at us knowingly, Vera suspiciously, and Cris wasn’t paying any attention to us at all. I wondered what would happen if Gary took me up on my challenge and ravished me on the spot in front of them all. Not yet, I reminded myself. Naughty things come to those who wait.

There was a delicious amount of sexual tension in the air as we all went through the motions of normal life. Gary wanted to eat my pussy. Valerie wanted his cock inside her. Vera was most likely picturing my son’s swinging dick every time she saw him. And I was doing everything I could to inspire Cris to think impure thoughts about me. What a fun little dynamic we had going on. It was almost ridiculous that not long ago I was a regular, boring housewife who barely bothered to think about sex. I probably should have been seeking professional help for my current mental state, but I was having too much fun playing the depraved pervert in sheep’s clothing to even think about stopping now.

It wasn’t until I noticed Gary noticing me flirting with Cris that I began to feel a bit guilty. He had told me he didn’t care if I fucked his girlfriend’s brother. If fact, he encouraged it. Even so, was it possible he was feeling some jealousy and covering it up? He seemed to enjoy watching me fuck that one-night-stand, and he knew it wasn’t like the two of us were in some kind of romantic relationship. With all the craziness going on in my life between leaving my husband and all the kinky sex I somehow got wrapped up in, maybe I was losing sight of what was most important of all. I promised myself at that moment I would never let that happen.

That night after I took off my makeup and washed my face, I purposely left my phone in the bathroom. When I came back to get it, it just so happened Cris was in there going through his nightly routine. What a coincidence.

“Sorry, just need to grab my phone,” I said slipping in behind him. “Can’t leave this lying around for anyone to find. That would be embarrassing.”

“How come?” he asked innocently, walking right into my trap.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure there are plenty of things on your phone you don’t want anyone else to see. Just because I’m an old lady doesn’t mean I don’t have some secrets of my own.” I met his eye in the mirror and winked.

“You’re not an old lady,” he said, more to be a gentleman than anything else. “Besides, as long as no one knows your password it’s safe.”

“Oh, I don’t use a password. I keep forgetting them, so I stopped using one.” I noticed a dark spot on Cris’s back. “Ouch, what happened here?” Without thinking my motherly instincts kicked in and I brushed my fingertips over the bruise near his shoulder blade.

“Probably from basketball.” His voice was cool, but the goosebumps that rose in response to my touch told another story. “It’s nothing.”

“You boys play too rough.” I leaned in and kissed his boo-boo. “Of course, some of us like it rough…”

Our eyes met once again in the mirror. He couldn’t form a coherent response to that. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Night, night.” I let my fingernails trail lightly down his back to the waistband of his shorts and made my exit. Once again my heart was thumping with the thrill of seduction. If I didn’t have him on the line after that, I’d never be able to snare him.

I closed my bedroom door and tried to refocus my mind, shifting my attention from one handsome young boy to another. Gary was stretched out on his bed, or rather our bed. He still had on his boxers and was absently toying with his cock and balls as he watched something on his laptop – a preview for the latest superhero movie from the sound of it.

“Mmm…can’t wait to see Wonder Woman,” he said without looking up.

“And here I thought I was your Wonder Woman.”

“You can be my Super Girl.”

I grabbed my boobs and hefted them through my flimsy tank top. “How many girls do you know with tits like this?”

He looked over and grinned. “Okay, I take it back. How about we say you’re my Harley Quinn and leave it at that.”

He lost me with that one, so I couldn’t continue playing along without jeopardizing what little nerd cred I had with him. I decided to take it as a compliment and move on.

“Can we talk for a minute,” I said, putting aside my sudden urge to take my son’s cock down my throat.

“Sure.” Gary closed his laptop and started to pull down his boxers.

“I mean talk-talk.” I sat on the mattress trying not to look at his dick.

“Oh, that kind of talk.” He pulled his shorts up. The look of resigned patience on his face showed that he had accepted how having a sexual affair with me inevitably involved the occasional “talk.”

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Oh course, Mom. You make it pretty obvious every night.”

“I don’t mean just like that. I love all the things we do together, but there’s more to it than that.” I held back from putting a reassuring hand on his leg, knowing it would be too distracting. “Even with all the things that have been going on, I’m still your mother. I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Same here.”

“And you understand it’s not just because I can’t get enough of your cock, or because of the amazing things you do to my pussy with your tongue. That’s all very special to me, but I love you as much now as I did before we started playing with each other like that. And that love I have for you will never change no matter what.

He nodded as he took that in. “I know we say it a lot, but I really do love you, too, Mom. And also not just for the sex stuff – which is great – but also for you being you.”

“I think the sex stuff is easy – somehow it just comes natural for us, I guess – but it’s everything else that can get confusing and complicated.”

“More than anything, I want you to be happy, Mom. After the shitty way Dad treated you, you should be happy.”

“And I want the same for you.” I gave in and stroked his leg, stopping at the edge of his underwear. “We’re kind of caught in a Catch-22 here. I don’t want you making choices just to make me happy. I only want to do what makes you happy.”

“If that’s what a Catch-22 is, then you’re right – this can get confusing sometimes.”

“I know we’ve been through this before, but I’ll back off on trying to have sex with Cris if you don’t want me to. You’re all I need to keep me satisfied.” I was hoping he couldn’t tell that wasn’t entirely true.

“Mom, seriously, I’m fine with it.” He reached out and patted me on the knee, leaving his hand there. “Look, I know how much you like to fuck. I saw you with that guy, and you were like a whole different person. I can’t blame you for wanting a cock like that.” It was difficult not to notice him getting hard as he said that. “I didn’t get it until me and Valerie started fucking, but now I understand that there’s no other feeling like that in the world.”

“But it still must bother you.”

He took a moment to consider it. “Well, I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t wish it was my cock you wanted to fuck. But you explained how that’s not something we can do, and I mostly get it. I think it would be fine, but I guess you know what’s best for us. It’s only because I trust you so much that I know we can’t do it.”

“You might not be feeling that way if you didn’t have Valerie’s pussy to stick your dick in every chance you get,” I teased.

“And soon I’ll be sticking it in her mom.”

I slapped his boner playfully for that.

“Oww, that’s child abuse.”

“I’ll show you some abuse!” I rolled him to his side and began spanking his butt cheek.

“Owww! Help! Call 9-1-1!”

I climbed on top of him and clapped my hand over his mouth. “Shhh! They’re going to think I’m really beating you.”

His body went still under me. It felt so good to be this close to him. His smell filled me up. The touch of his arm wrapping around my back gave me tingles. The deep look in his eyes as he stared into mine told me everything I needed to know about what was going on inside of him. I moved my hand and brought my lips to his. He kissed me back.

It wasn’t the passionate kiss of horny desperation we often shared in the throes of our incestuous degradations. This was a kiss of love, pure and unsullied. A son’s love for a mother. A boy’s love for a woman. We were part of each other, and always would be. It would be impossible to love another man the way I loved my son. And with this kiss I knew to the core of my being that he loved me like no other woman. It wasn’t a romantic love we had, but something beyond that. Yes, there was raw lust that drove us to do the things we had done – neither of us would deny that. However, that lust was fueled and sustained by the bond we had. A bond that formed before he came into this world. A bond that had been formed between us as he grew inside me. And it was only enhanced when he emerged from from within, struggling into the light amid my blood, sweat, and pain. Then, finally, it was sealed forever when I nourished him with my body, letting him suck at my breasts and feed on my life’s milk. Indulging in the pleasure of our sexuality together was only the next inexorable step in our journey together as mother and son.

“God, I love you so fucking much, Mom.”

For a moment I wondered if he was reading my mind. I covered his face with kisses, and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Okay, enough of that mushy stuff,” I said and fetched my phone from the dresser. “I want you to help me take some naked selfies.”

“I already have about a hundred naked pictures of you on my phone. I can just send some to you.”

“No, I need it to look like I took them and have them on my phone.” I dropped my shorts and pulled my tank top off over my head. “In case anyone around here goes snooping on my phone, I want there to be something for them to find.”

He finally understood what I was up to and yanked off his own shorts. “You are one crazy bitch, Harley.”

We spent the next hour taking pictures. Gary gave me nude selfie lessons. There was a lot more to taking dirty pictures of yourself than I realized. I tried to keep them tasteful, but we kept veering off into explicitly graphic territory with me spreading my cunt wide for gynecological close-ups while my son egged me on with his cock in his hand.

The photoshoot ended when Gary couldn’t control himself any longer and shot a big load of cum all over my pussy. I used his warm jizz as lube to fuck myself while he finger-banged my asshole. After the lights went out, there was some cock sucking, a bit of titty fucking, and lots of cunt licking. It was after 3:00 am before we finally ran out of steam (and cum).

We snuggled up naked together before falling asleep, and I didn’t care who might find us like that in the morning. I loved my son, and he loved me, and that was all that really mattered.

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Chapter 27 >>

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My Dirty Little Watchlist

How about a quick little video round-up? Here are a few that are in my secret favorites file that I cum back to every so often to get off to again and again.

Japanese All-Girl Band: I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I have a real thing for music videos that feature sex and nudity. The best are the official videos that include the singer doing nasty stuff. This one isn’t an official video, but it looks like they did their best to mimic the original band close enough that it fooled a lot of people. I just think they’re all adorable and have the cutest little Asian butts (which you don’t get to see enough of). Had I discovered J- and K-Pop when I was a teen, I know I would have been obsessed with it. If you like this sort of silliness as much as I do, here’s another one with naked girls spliced in with the real video (I’m guessing). Please let me know If you ever find anything else like this out there!

Caught Masturbating: Here’s a fun one that I get a kick out of every time I watch it. Not only is the girl a sexy little thing, but her reaction is great. I always wonder what the boy thought of what he saw. I’ve seen a lot of real caught masturbating videos over the years, and I find it odd that none of them turned into all out incest sex scenes like they always do in the porn stories. Funny, that. I’m pretty sure if I’d been caught vibing my pussy completely naked in front of my webcam when I was younger I wouldn’t have reacted so calmly. Of course, if it had been my big brother who caught me, maybe it would have turned into one of those porn scenes we read so much about…

Wild Masturbation: There’s a lot to love in this video. I generally don’t like pay webcam clips, but I’ve made an exception for this one. Whenever I watch it, I get inspired by this girl’s intensity. When I have the house to myself, I tend to talk dirty while I play, getting louder as I get closer to cumming. I sound a lot like she does when I do this. I get fixated on one phrase or word and repeat it over and over. The more I hear myself saying whatever the dirty word du jour is, the more excited it makes me. Most often it’s the word “cunt,” frequently it’s “masturbate,” and there’s a fair amount of “fuck me, daddy” as well. Aside from her verbal ejaculations, there are vaginal ejaculations as well! Along with some ass play and great tits. The end doesn’t deliver on the promise, but she’s sexy enough that I can overlook that small failing.

Mutual Masturbation: This one probably won’t appeal to most of you guys as much as it does me. It features a man vigorously beating off to his wife’s pussy. You don’t get to see much of her, but I find it very arousing the way she puts herself on display for her horny man. I like watching men jack off, and will sometimes look at a few male solo clips as an appetizer for my porn watching sessions, but I rarely find videos quite like this one that I can actually get myself off to.


Mommy’s Skirts: I would be remiss if I didn’t include at least one incest video in the mix. This one is just a loving mommy talking to her horny boy and using one of my favorite words very liberally. I find it consistently amazing that this word affects me the way it does. You would think that using it repeatedly, as it is in this video, would diminish its impact, but it only seems to make it sound better. There’s another one out there by CrazyWife called Mother’s Horny Cunt (I think) that I really like, but it’s not easy to find. I will sometimes just close my eyes and listen to these nasty ladies talking as I finger myself to a wonderful cum.

Okay, I know these won’t keep a mob of professional pervs like you busy for long, but just know that while you’re watching one of these videos and working yourself toward orgasm, that I might be doing the exact same thing right along with you at that very moment!

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Into the Lion’s Den

Alright my patient pervs, I’ve posted Becoming a Cuckold 3 for your wanking enjoyment. I wasn’t sure I’d have as much fun as I normally do while writing about this kink, but it was a great experience. I do think it helped that the other man was her brother, but it was also very interesting attempting to get into the head of a guy who wanted to see his wife get fucked by someone else. I don’t know if I fully captured what it’s all about, but I do feel I understand the fetish a little better. If I missed the mark, please drop me a note and let me know where I went wrong (or what I might have left out), so I’ll be better prepared when I attempt another cuckold story down the road.

One of my vigilant readers reported to me that someone had posted My Daughter’s Dildo at Stories.XNXX.com. I don’t really care about people reposting my stuff since it’s not like I’m writing to make money (yet). I take it as a kind of compliment. More people get to see my stories, and I don’t have to do any of the work! I would prefer that they contact me and ask permission, but in the couple of cases where my stories have been lifted that hasn’t happened. The only thing that bothers me is when they don’t give me credit. I mean, it’s only fair, right?

I reached out to the XNXX re-poster and let him know my feelings and he was happy to add my name to the story with apologies. In the process of all this, I ended up creating an account there. I looked at this site back when I first started writing and shied away from it. The site seemed a bit too rough and tumble for me. I wasn’t ready for that as a newbie, and sought out more supportive places to share my nasty ideas. Well, I’ve decided to go back and give it a try.

I’m hoping these past few years in the porn game has given me the confidence to deal with the negativity that I’m likely to experience at XNXX. Though, if I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure about that. But, I guess there’s only one way to find out. I’m posting Becoming a Cuckold there since I can’t put it on Lush, and I don’t want to put it on Literotica (mostly due to it being a cuckold/incest hybrid, which will likely piss of fans of both categories there). We’ll see how this experiment goes.

If you want to stop by there and give my story a positive vote or leave a comment, you can go to Chapter 1 or my profile.

I’m going to spend this week trying to catch up on my backlog of DMM Fan Fic, More Stories, and Family Secrets, so keep an eye on those sections for new goodies!

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