Cumming Clean

Bath time was always special for me when I was a little girl. I didn’t understand why back then, but having that time alone with Mom each night was something I always looked forward to. I liked being naked, and it was even more exciting to be naked in front of another person – even if it was only my own mom. I enjoyed the feel of the soft, soapy washcloth as she ran it all over my body, and I especially loved when she’d rinse me off and she’d use her bare hand on my skin to wipe away the suds.

I was sad when it came time for me to learn how to use the shower and bathe on my own. Shortly after puberty I discovered that the nice part of washing alone was that I could spend as much time as I wanted making sure my pussy was clean. And, I must have had the cleanest pussy in my school!

Around the time I started going to college, my parents remodeled the house and put in this big, luxurious whirlpool tub. I skipped the shower and was back to baths whenever I had the time. It wasn’t long before mom walked in and caught me masturbating. It was super embarrassing, but also strangely arousing. I flashed back to all those nights when I was little and she bathed me. When she came in I froze and didn’t know what to do. She didn’t say anything, but she also didn’t leave like I thought she would. When I looked at her she gave me a big smile and a knowing wink.

Without really thinking about it, my fingers began to move again. I rubbed my clit slowly and waited to see what she would do. That’s when she slipped off her robe and I got my first look at what a fantastic body my mom had. I began masturbating for real as I watched her move around the bathroom naked, her tits swaying enticingly, her ass begging to be grabbed. All I could do was nod dumbly when she asked, “Mind if I join you?”

Mom climbed into the huge tub with me, soaped up a washcloth, and began rubbing it gently over my tits and tummy. I was just like I remembered it, only this time I understood why it felt so good. I knew then that those innocent seeming bath times were as sexually stimulating for her as they were for me. Before I knew it, my mother’s fingers had replaced mine, and soon my mom was bringing me off to a sudsy, mind-shattering orgasm. It was incredible. She then handed the washcloth over to me so I could return the favor. I’ll never forget the look on Mom’s face as I made her cum with my fingers so deep up inside of her.

Now Mom and I share a dirty bath together at least a couple times a week. Sometimes we just relax and play with ourselves. Sometimes we’ll masturbate one other. But most often we end up sucking each other off (usually more than once). Oddly enough, we never fool around outside of the tub. I guess we both want to keep our mother and daughter bath time as special as it’s always been.

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Mom and Son Face Jail for Incest

Other news sources can’t tell you everything. The details must be sanitized and veiled in vague euphemism in order to protect readers from the truth. Here at My Dirty Little News headquarters we don’t hide anything. Our intrepid reporters look beyond the headlines and deliver the Hole Story!

But first, the “real” story.

And now, the Hole Story:

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MARKEN, AZ — A mother and son from Arizona face jail time after their incestuous relationship was uncovered earlier this year.

Stephanie Naigel, 37, and Adam Thomson, 19, appeared in court after police learned of their relationship while investigating an “ruckus” near Naigel’s home.

“Adam admitted to having a sexual relationship with Stephanie, whom he knows to be his biological mother,” police said in a criminal complaint obtained by the Marken News Journal. “Adam indicated that in addition to frequent sexual intercourse with his mother, they also routinely engaged in oral and anal sex with each other.”

A “no contact” order was issued in March. The mother and son made a court appearance in April after that order was violated. “It only took a few days ‘fore I realized I couldn’t live without my son’s cock,” Naigel stated to the judge. “No one’d ever fucked me as good as my boy did. And I knew he didn’t want no one but his momma to suck the cum outta those big balls of his.”

The mother and son both now face a jury trial in October. Thomson and Naigel could each face up to three years in prison if convicted of incest charges, according to the paper.

The story is getting international attention after they recently talked candidly to the Weekly Mail about their relationship. The mother and son said they hope their story will raise awareness of Genetic Sexual Attraction (GSA).

“I know she’s my mom, but I can’t help that I want her the way that I do,” Adam explained. “I think she’s a beautiful woman and I love her body, but that’s not just it. I can’t hardly control myself for more than two minutes around her.” Adam reportedly became noticeably erect while taking about his mother in this manner. “I mean her titties are still bangin’ and I just have to get up on those fat melons and suck on them big ol’ nipples she got. Don’t even get me started on my mom’s crazy hot pussy. All that juicy meat she’s rockin’ down there is where it’s motherfuckin’ at, bitch!”

According to the Weekly Mail, the amorous mother and son started their relationship a year ago after connecting on Facebook. “I knew he was my son, but when he sent me that first picture all I wanted was to ride that handsome face of his. That first time we met, it couldn’t a been more‘n five minutes before I was suckin’ his hard dick. An’ he got a big one, let me tell you. After he just about choked me with the huge load he shot down my throat, he said he wanted to fuck me every which way. I dropped my panties and spread my legs wide for him and told him my mommy cunt was all his.”

Naigel is currently not allowed to see any of her children — and that includes Thomson, according to the Weekly Mail. “I hadn’t thought about it till the judge started talkin’ about my other kids, then it come to me that Cassy, Adam’s half-sister, would probably like to join in with us. Cassy would sometimes earn extra money in high school by letting me pay her $10 or $20 to eat my pussy out when I was feelin’ horny. I think now she’d probably do it for free if I had a nice big load of her brother’s jizz up in there for her suck out. That kid is even more of a cum slut than her momma, and you can believe that.”

Thomson said if they are jailed, they will be together one day. “Ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from wanting to fuck my mom in every sexy hole she’s got. She knows just how to handle my cock, and don’t nobody love me like the way she does.”

“In two years’ time I can see us living together happily living our lives,” Naigel told the Weekly Mail. “True love can do anything. This whole thing is about who I have the right to love, and I sure as hell have the right to love my own son. And if you love somebody, you also have the right to fuck them. You can’t tell me who to love or who not to fuck.” Stephanie and Adam then allegedly stripped naked and began engaging in graphic incestuous behavior in front of the Weekly Mail reporter.

When asked to comment on these allegations, reporter Leslie Wilson, currently suspended without pay from the Weekly Mail, said she can’t excuse her lapse in professional judgment during that interview. “I was really moved by their story. It was obvious how much they loved each other. When they started taking their clothes off, I got up to leave, but when I saw that big cock of his slide into his mother’s pussy from behind it was too much. I’d never seen two people fuck right in front of me before, and knowing they were mother and son made it so much hotter.”

Wilson’s editor was reached for comment. “Staying to watch the subjects of her report having intense doggy-style sex could have been excused, but once she started masturbating to it is when she lost her journalistic distance from the story.” The Weekly News editor refused to comment on rumors that Leslie Wilson has since visited Naigel and Thomson twice more since that interview and engaged in further voyeuristic encounters with the incestuous couple.

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Open Door Policy 28

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 28
by DirtyMindedMom

I pulled Cris’s jock strap down and his mostly hard penis unfolded in front of me. His foreskin clung to his cock head, but slowly peeled back a little as he reached his full length. It wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever encountered, but he was only about a half inch shorter than Gary’s – which meant it was still a more than serviceable fuck tool. I was interested to see that it was also darker than the rest of his body, which created an enticing contrast and made his dick really stand out. I could feel my insides shaking and didn’t know if I could maintain my cool seductress act much longer.

“You have a beautiful penis, Cris.”

“Uh…thanks.”

“Does the foreskin always stay up like that?”

“No, not if you…sometimes it…like this…” He took his shaft between his thumb and forefinger and pulled back. The sheath of came down and his cockhead was completely exposed. He then pushed his fingers forward, and his sleek mushroom head was complexly engulfed.

I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never seen an uncut penis. I was legitimately intrigued by what I was witnessing. Just when I thought cocks couldn’t get any more interesting, this boy came along and taught me otherwise.

“That’s very sexy, Cris,” I said with all sincerity. “Thank you for showing me your cock. I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”

He shrugged with a bit of an awkward smile. “It’s okay, I don’t mind really.”

“I guess it would only be fair if I showed you something in return, right?”

It took a moment for that to sink in. When it did, he nodded slowly as if too stunned to believe this was really happening. His eyes went to my chest.

“My boobs? Would you like me to show you?”

Cris nodded again. “Yes…please.”

“I can’t imagine what your mother would think if she knew we were doing this.” I said this as much to remind myself what kind of risk I was taking as I was trying to get him to think about his mom while in a sexual situation. I lowered one of the thin straps of my flimsy sundress off my shoulder.

“She would kill me,” Cris said solemnly. “And maybe you, too.”

“Naw.” The other strap came down. “Your mother is more understanding than you think. She might be upset at first, but she would understand. She knows that you’re a young man with needs.” I turned my dress down, showing off the tops of my breasts but stopping short of revealing my nipples. “Your mom would understand because she has needs also…sexual needs just like you and me.”

He looked up from my breasts to see if I was serious about what I was saying.

“She knows what it’s like to be horny and to do things that might be considered bad.”

“My mom never does anything bad. She’s a saint.”

“But she’s also a woman.” I tugged my dress down, putting my tits on show for my friend’s son. “A woman who appreciates sexual pleasure just as much as anyone else.” I caressed my tits, circling my fingers around my areolas, coaxing my nipples to stiffness.

“I never thought about it before…” His words came out slowly as he fixated on my bare breasts.

“I’m a mother and I get horny. I think about sex, and get turned on when I see a handsome young man that I want. I will think about him sometimes and touch myself. I imagine what his cock looks like and I masturbate.” I pressed my hand between my legs to emphasis my point. “And your mother does the same thing. We’ve talked about it. Your mom is a good woman who wants sex. But she’s no saint.” I pushed one of my tits up and licked my nipple. “She needs it just like you do, Cris. It’s important that you understand that.”

“Okay…yeah, I guess…”

I let him watch me lick my other nipple. “There’s no way you’re going to play basketball with that big hard-on of yours. Would you like me to give you a little privacy so you can jerk off?”

“Jerk off?”

The poor boy was in a daze. “Or would you rather look at my tits some more?” I could see he was struggling with the cruel choice I was presenting him. “Wait, I have a better idea. What about if you take some pictures, then you can jerk off to my tits as much as you want. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay, good idea!” He scrambled for his phone, fumbled to open the camera function, then quickly began taking pictures before I had a chance to change my mind.

I gave him a few different poses, full-frontal, a little turn to the left, cupping them both, a nice nip lick, squeezing them together. He was clicking off pics as fast as he could while his cock dangled out in the open for me to admire.

“That should be enough to keep you busy for a little while,” I said, moving to pull my dress back up.

“Wait!” Cris cried out.

I paused, my tits still on display.

“I…I…think you’re very beautiful, Mrs. Harden.”

It was clear to me that he’d been wanting to say this to me for some time but was never able to muster the courage to do it. I knew he’d been masturbating to me for a while, but it was nice to know he might actually have developed feelings for me. It was silly, I know, but it turned me on nonetheless.

“Thank you, Cris.” I resumed rubbing my breasts lightly. “And what about Valerie?”

“What about her?”

“Do you think she’s beautiful?”

“She’s my sister.” His hand went to his cock. He probably wasn’t even aware that he’d done it, but it gave me a peek into his subconscious desires.

“But she’s still a beautiful girl, don’t you agree? With those big tits and that juicy ass.”

“I…don’t think about her like that.” He wasn’t convincing anyone, especially not me.

“She thinks like that.” I stepped closer to him and reached down to caress his balls with my fingertips. “Valerie told me how at your old apartment she would sometimes spy on you while you masturbated. She loved watching you stroke your hard cock and spray cum all over your belly and chest.” I cupped his balls, so warm and soft. “Your little sister would finger her wet pussy while she spied on you and she would make herself cum. She thought about you like that a lot.”

“She really said that?”

I nodded as my hand wandered up over his six-pack and well-defined chest. “The way she described it made me think that she would let you fuck her if you wanted to.” I pressed my tits against his chest and kissed his ear. “Would you like that, Cris? To put your big, hard cock in Valerie’s tight little pussy?”

“I couldn’t…not with my own sister. We would both go straight to Hell.”

“But at least you’d have been in heaven for a little while.” I’d planted the seed. If he hadn’t already considered doing his sister, he sure would after what I’d told him. “You poor boy. You must be ready to explode.” I looked down and saw that his hand was still tightly gripping his erection. “Should I leave you alone to jerk off to the pictures, or would you rather cum to the real thing?” I squeezed my tits together to sweeten the offer.

“I don’t…don’t know…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie. I know how much teenage boys like to play with their cocks. My son masturbates all the time. Now that we’re living in the same room, I’ve even caught him doing it a few times. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to make yourself cum, go ahead and do it.”

He swallowed hard then made his decision. His hand began moving up and down his shaft. I gave him a reassuring smile and jiggled my titties for him. This seemed to help him relax and he began stroking more confidently.

“Mmm…you’ve been thinking about these tits lately, haven’t you?” I gave one of my nips a lick. “You’ve been wanting to see them.”

“Yes,” he confirmed with a rasp in his voice.

“You’ve been thinking about them late at night and quietly jerking off your cock while your mother and sister slept nearby in the same room.” I licked my other nipple, then bobbled both my tits up and down. “But you never thought it would really happen. You had no idea what a horny slut I was.”

“I didn’t think I would get horny for an older lady, but…”

“But then you realized that we have more experience. We know the best way to suck a cock.” I licked my lips and tweaked my nipples hard. “We know just how to fuck. And, best of all, we’ll do anything you want. Women like me and your mom aren’t shy little girls anymore. We’ll let you slap our big titties around, spit on our cunts, or shove whatever you want up our asses.”

“Fuck, Mrs. Harden…oh, fuck…”

He was getting close. I gave my tits a few hard slaps to let him know I wasn’t kidding around. “We’ll spread our legs wide for you, lick your balls, and let you jack off all over us. We know how to please a man, and we older ladies understand what a teen boy like you needs to satisfy his lusts.”

“I’m gonna cum…”

“Where, Cris? Tell me where you want to cum?”

“On..on your tits?” He wasn’t sure if I was serious or how far he could push his luck.

I knelt down in front of him and held my breasts up under his bobbing cock. “Go ahead then. Shoot that big load of hot cum all over my slutty tits. Don’t hold back, sweetie, give me all you’ve got.”

“Uuuuuggghhhh!”

His cockhead swelled and jets of white boy cream coated my tits with warm wetness.

“That’s it…get it all out. All over my horny tits, baby.” As soon as he was done pumping the last drops from his balls onto me, I began licking up his mess of spunk. I glanced up to see his stunned expression. I guess none of the girls he’d been with had developed a craving for the taste of teen sperm.

“I hope you don’t mind. I’d hate to let so much delicious cum go to waste.”

His cock continued to pulse in his hand as he watched me clean myself with my tongue. I enjoyed having an audience while I did something so depraved. I savored his fertile reproductive fluids as I lapped up the last few gobs. It was strong with a bitter aftertaste much like my son’s, but there were subtle differences. I was sure that in a blind taste test I could tell the two of them apart. I would have to test that theory at some point in the near future if all went as I intended it to go.

My pussy was aching for some attention. I was tempted to pull off my dress and masturbate on the spot right in front of Cris. But I fought the urge. I wanted this part of the dance to go on as long as I could draw it out. One more of the things an older woman knows how to do better than those young girls who can only think about immediate gratification. I stood, pulled my dress up over my tits, and gave Cris a motherly kiss on the cheek.

“I enjoyed that a lot. I hope you did, too.” I squeezed the end of his cock with my fingertips. “Now put this thing away and go play some basketball.” With a pinch of his heated cheek, I headed for the door.

“Uh, Mrs. Harden? You’re not going to say anything to my mom about this, are you?”

I pretended like I had to think about it. “Well, she does have a right to know.” This put a bit of fear into his eyes. “But it would be better if she heard it from you instead of me.”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“I’ve only known your mother for a short time, though. Maybe it would best if you talked it over with your sister before you said anything to your mom.” I gave him a friendly wink and headed out. I gave it a couple seconds, then popped by head back around the corner. “Oh, and if you want to jerk off on my titties again, just let me know.” I blew him a kiss and was gone.

I was barely able to wait for the sound of the front door closing before I started fucking myself madly with my dildo and quickly brought myself off to a screaming orgasm. I knew Gary would be upset at missing me going wild on my cunt like I was, but there was no way I could hold out until he got home. I fingered my asshole and banged my pussy off twice more as I ran the whole sordid scene between me and Cris over and over again in my head.

I was so happy the Ramos family had accepted my offer to stay with us. It’s true what they say about charity benefiting the giver more than the receiver. And I had so much more to give!

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It was late at night. The bedroom was dark. My legs were spread wide, and my son was between them. His tongue worked methodically against my clit. His soft lips sucked and released over and over again. Between his mother and his girlfriend, Gary had gained more pussy eating experience than guys several years older than him. The things he was doing to my cunt with his mouth were intensified by the load of cum he had liberally deposited on my face just minutes earlier while I fondled his balls and begged for his sperm in desperate whispers. I couldn’t remember a time when I was more content with my life.

I held my son’s head to my crotch and rotated my hips, grinding my hot cunt into his mouth. It would have been nice to have Valerie here to suck my tits or sit on my face, but after my encounter with Cris earlier I felt I needed some quality alone time with my darling boy.

“Oh, baby, you eat Mommy’s cunt so fucking good,” I moaned. “Make me cum, sweetheart. You know how I like it.” I used a finger to wipe some of his jizz from my forehead and tasted him. I liked Cris’s cum, but none was better than the sweet nectar that came from my own boy’s ball sack. Ooo, suck that clit just like that.”

He was taking his time, teasing me. He was learning how to make it last, pulling back as he sensed I was getting close but not yet to the point of no return. At just the right time his tongue would dip down and circle my fuck hole, or he would feather my outer labia with tantalizing kisses. These weren’t things I had taught him, but that he’d learned through trial and error. Although, there weren’t many errors when it came to Gary sucking my pussy off.

I went along for the ride, letting him dictate the pace. I knew he was going to give me a fantastic orgasm by the end of it. The denial of release only built up the intensity of the inevitable climax. If my lousy excuse for a husband was half as attentive as a lover we might still be together. Thank God we weren’t. I may have never discovered how satisfying it could be to sexually indulge with my own son. And his girlfriend. And his girlfriend’s brother. And, hopefully, his girlfriend’s mom.

His tongue began moving faster. He was lapping at the groove alongside my clit. He knew this was the surefire way to get me off. We were in the final stretch. If I had any doubts they were erased by him inserting an index finger of one hand into my pussy, and the index finger of the other into my asshole. This was his go to move when he wanted to give me a true grand finale. I pulled a pillow over my face and held it tight. My body writhed. I was no longer in control. My son’s tongue was in charge of me now. He worked both his fingers in and out of their respective holes. My anus clenched and my vagina spasmed. His tongue was hitting the perfect spot, gliding in rapid lashes against my stiff clit.

My moan filled my pillow but couldn’t fully be contained by it. I tried to keep it quiet, but that too was beyond my control. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I chanted. It was muffled, but maybe not enough. My whole scheme could be up-ended if our houseguests could hear me in the throes of sexual ecstasy in my room with my own son. There was nothing I could do about it. The orgasm my boy was inducing in me rendered me helpless. I screamed into the pillow. “Suuuuuck mmmyyyyy motherrrr fuuuucking cuuuuunt!”

The orgasm hit me, then came at me again with a secondary surge. Gary didn’t let up until a third wave forced me to twist away from his mouth, unable to tolerate any more pleasure. I laughed like a delirious nymphomaniac. It struck me again that it was the boy I had nursed, and raised, and worried over for so many years who was the one that had awakened such an insatiable animal in me. How could this young man who wasn’t even 17 yet fulfill me as a woman like no other man ever could? I loved him so much.

Gary climbed up next to me and held me in his arms. Our naked bodies naturally entwined. There was no awkwardness or holding back. Just honest devotion. Pure carnal compatibility. His hard cock pressed against my hairy mound. I didn’t have to fear that he would take advantage of me while I was in this vulnerable moment. All I had to do was keep myself from giving in to my darkest urge to feel him deep inside me. I was a filthy degenerate for using Gary like I was, but as long as I didn’t cross that final line I could cling to the one last tiny shred of dignity I had left – at least I hadn’t fucked my own son.

“Be honest,” I whispered to him with a kiss. “You’re really not jealous about me messing with Cris?” I’d told him all about letting his girlfriend’s brother jerk off on my tits earlier that day. Gary had his cock down my throat almost before I could finish the story.

“You know I’m not, Mom. I like the idea of you fucking around with other guys.” His hand ran over my hip and his cupped one of my ass cheeks. “It would be selfish to keep you all to myself.”

“I hope you’re not just saying that because it’s what you think I want to hear.”

“I didn’t mind when you fucked that other guy and let me spy on you doing it.”

“That was different.” I shifted so that my son’s fingers could easily reach my butt hole in case he wanted to play with it. “That was just a one-time thing. With Cris it’s more of a drawn out seduction. And he’s your friend.”

“All that only makes it hotter.” His questing fingers found my asshole. It was still wet from when he ate me out. The tip of his middle finger swirled around the slippery circumference of my anus. “Like I said before, if you’re not going to let me fuck you, then you need to get it from someone. It might as well be someone I like and trust. This way at least I can hear from Cris how good my mom’s cunt feels.” He pushed his finger into my ass and kissed me.

We kissed lazily for a time, rubbing our naked bodies together as we did, too tired to fool around but not wanting to go to sleep yet. I slapped at his hand weakly.

“Stop teasing me back there.”

“I really don’t think anal sex would count,” he said. “Are you sure letting me fuck your amazing ass is against your rules? It’s not like I could get you pregnant or anything.”

It was so tempting. He was right, of course. I mean, what was the big difference between letting him fuck my mouth and stick it in my asshole? It was a sketchy line at best, but I had to draw it.

“If I let you fuck my ass, then it would be too easy for you to talk me into letting you have my pussy.” I pushed his head down and brushed a stiff nipple against his cheek until he took it into his mouth and began suckling. “Plus, it would only be a matter of time before you ‘accidentally’ jammed your hard young cock into the wrong hole.”

“I’m willing to take that risk,” he mumbled around the tit flesh filling his mouth.

“No surprise there. I know you don’t believe it, but it would change everything. Trust me. I like things the way they are between us right now, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that. I love masturbating with you, and sucking your cock, a letting you finger my cunt whenever you want. Oh, God. Don’t stop…”

Between what he was doing to my asshole and what he was doing with my nipples, I was all revved up again. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I had another orgasm. I reached down between us, quickly found my hardened clit, and began stroking myself as my son worked on me with his fingers and mouth. It didn’t take long before I was groaning my way through yet another illicit orgasm.

As soon as I was finished, Gary got to his knees, turned me onto my back, and lifted my legs. My heart thumped in panic. Was this it? Was he finally going to disobey me? I wouldn’t be able to stop him, or even cry out. He could fuck me right here on the spot and there’d be nothing I could do to stop him.

Gary had my legs straight up, pressing my ankles together. He shuffled into position. My pussy and ass were vulnerable to him. I tightened my muscles down there, knowing this would do little to keep him out of either of my slick fuck holes. He spit in his hand, lubed his cock, and leaned in.

The head of his cock swept from my asshole, across the opening of my vagina, past my pulsing clit, and up. My son nudged his cock between my thighs. He pushed until his belly touched the backs of my legs. With a slight adjustment of where his knees were planted, he began fucking. I convinced myself that I was relieved and pressed my legs tighter around his hard shaft.

As he fucked the gap between my thighs, he moved lower. The underside of his shaft ran along my hair-covered mound. His balls hit against my protruding vulva with each thrust. It wasn’t the real thing, but it almost felt like it. He was as close to fucking his mother as he could get. He hooked my legs over one of his shoulders, grabbed my hips, and picked up his pace.

“That’s it, Gary. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy with that big cock. Fuck me as hard as you want!”

It had been obvious from watching him make love to Valerie, but this unusual kind of pseudo-sex that we were having only confirmed that my boy was a great lover. He knew just how to move, how hard to push, how fast to go. The kid was a natural. Maybe it would be okay just to let him fuck my ass a little.

“God, Mom, I love you so much. I want to fuck you like crazy. Someday you’re going to spread your legs for me and let me shove my cock so far up your cunt. I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll scream and you’ll love it. And I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to cum so hard right up inside you, Mom. I don’t even care if it makes you get pregnant. All I want to do is fill you up with all my fucking cum!”

“Oh, that sounds so good, baby. Fuck me. Fuck all of your cum inside me. It’s okay…I want it in my cunt!”

Gary slammed his body against my legs nearly folding me in half. “Aaaarrrraaahhhh…” His cum spurted out onto my belly in several heavy expulsions. I heard him sigh in the dark. We once again listened to hear if we’d woken anyone. For all we knew the entire Ramos family was in the next room silently jacking themselves off to the sounds of our sex games.

My son let my legs down slowly. He scooped up some of his jizz with his fingers and fed it to me. I gratefully swallowed every drop he delivered to my mouth. He then offered me the tip of his dick, and I sucked that clean, too. Afterward, we kissed. I loved that he didn’t shy away from the taste of his own seed that was so thick on my tongue.

Despite my insistence otherwise, he knew that one day I would give in and my pussy would be his to fuck. I supposed I knew it, too. But I meant it when I said I liked the way things were between us at the moment. Denying myself his cock almost made it better in a lot of ways. For one thing, he might not be as ready to let me give my pussy to other men if he felt it belonged to him. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.

I wanted to give my pussy to the young stud in the next room. To my son’s friend; Valerie’s brother; Vera’s son. I needed to get fucked by that boy, and I wanted everyone to know about it.

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Chapter 29 >>

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Back to Basics

I’ve done some soul searching over the past 24 hours and I’ve come to some conclusions. I’ve gotten carried away with the bells and whistles here at the blog and so I’ve decided to dial things back.

One of my (many) personal failings is that I’m one of those pathetic people-pleaser types. I want to make everyone happy. Intellectually I know that’s not possible, but instinctually I’m unable to resist trying. In terms of the blog, I’ve realized that too much of a good thing is spoiling it for a lot of people.

A big part of what prompted me to get to where I am with the blog was when I started hearing from people who said they visited the site every day to see what was new. I worried about how there wasn’t something new there every day for them, and felt guilty that they would be disappointed more days than not. This motivated me to add Captions – something I could have at least one new instance of each day. On top of that I added DMM Fan Fiction, Family Secrets, Dirty Polls, and the Reader Gallery. Each time I added something I was moving away from my core mission to create incest fantasy stories for people to masturbate like crazy to.

Adding the forum was apparently the breaking point for a lot of people. I got a number of angry emails when I changed over to DirtyMindedMinx, but from the comments and emails I’ve gotten since announcing the Forum I’ve alienated a lot more folks. I also know that for every person that makes a comment or sends an email, there are a hundred more who feel the same, but just quietly walk away. My first reaction was to dismiss these concerns. “How can people be upset at me for providing MORE free content!? If they don’t like it, they don’t have to look at it!” The more I thought about it, though, the more I could see their underlying objections.

One commenter described the site as becoming too “commercialized.” Technically, I’d argue that it isn’t, but I think the intention was more about conveying the idea that my blog was transforming from the humble efforts of a horny housewife into something that more resembled a porn-for-pay type of site. I could make some arguments there as well, but I can see the broader point being made and understand what was meant by “commercialized.”

This, however, wasn’t the deciding factor for me. Along the way, I convinced myself that each little addition would only take me an extra ten minutes a day to manage, or perhaps an extra hour each week, which I could easily handle. The problem is that those minutes and hours added up. So much so that my writing really has taken a backseat to administering my growing porn circus. This isn’t good for any of us!

So, here’s my plan. I’m going to roll the blog back to what it was in the beginning. It’ll be posts, my stories, more stories, and (probably) links. My target is to start 2017 fresh in this old skool mode. Over the course of December, I’m going to continue posting any contributions I already have, but I’m not going to accept any new contributions for: Captions, Family Secrets, or the Reader Gallery. I will still take DMM Fan Fic, but in the future these will simply go into the More Stories section. I’m also going to keep posting stories from readers because I still very much want to provide a supportive platform for first time writers, and others, to share their fantasies and erotic visions.

As much fun as they were, I’m going to get rid of the weekly Dirty Polls. Maybe I’ll do one now and again as a post, but we’ll see. I’m going to take the nascent Forum off of the blog, but I’m not going to delete it from existence. I’m going to leave it out there as an independent entity and let it live or die on its own merits. If you want to go there and use it, more power to ya. If you hate the very idea of the forum down to the center of your being, then you can console yourself that it will effectively be gone forever as far as you will be able to tell.

I know a lot of you will be upset with this rejiggering of my blog, which brings us back to the “can’t please all of the people all of the time” problem. The upside is that I will be able to take all the time I’ve been putting into updating the various ancillary features and devote it to writing stories about mothers fucking sons, daughters sucking daddies, and sisters pissing on brothers…or whatever disturbingly kinky thing is turning me on at the moment…

And, nothing is written in stone. If we find that life has been rendered all but meaningless without one of the features that went away, we can always bring it back to the blog down the road if we want. Hopefully, we won’t need to go there because we’ll be so drained of semen and pussy juice with the focus back on good, wholesome incest erotica that we won’t even miss all the extraneous porn candy.

Thanks, again, to everyone who supports what I’m trying to do here at the blog. And a special thanks to the people who stepped up and let me know I was straying too far off the righteous path of perversion.

Hugz,
DirtyMindedMom

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