Open Door Policy 31

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 31
by DirtyMindedMom

I awoke and was instantly able to tell I had dried semen around my pussy, plastered to my inner thigh, and more crusted across the lower part of my tummy. What a wonderful way to start the day. Gary was curled up against me, his naked skin pressed to mine, soft cock snuggled tight to my ass. He must have been the one tongue fucking me in my sleep. The fact that I had passed out apparently hadn’t stopped him from jerking off and cumming all over my cunt while I slept. Instead of being angry with him for violating me like that, I got a warm, loving feeling deep in my abdomen that spread up into my chest.

A strange sensation came over me and I looked at my door just in time to see it being drawn closed. Someone had been peeking in. Hopefully it was Valerie. Or maybe it was her mother. I was too sleepy to make up my mind about whether or not it would be a bad thing for Vera to have seen me and my naked son under the covers in the same bed. No point in worrying about it now. Life was so much easier when it was just the two of us and there was no need to keep our doors closed.

It may have been an hour later, maybe two, when I woke up to the lovely feeling of two fingers prying my pussy lips apart and then sliding into me. They went in easily. The sex dream I was having had primed my juices just right. My morning kept getting better. I let out a soft moan and shifted a leg so the fingers could go deeper…and they did.

“Did you see us, Mom?” Gary whispered from behind me. “Mrs. Ramos let me fuck her.”

“I saw, honey. You did such a good job.” I wanted to turn and cup his adorable face in my hands, but I didn’t want him to stop fingering me. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I really didn’t think she would go for it, but you were right. She was so horny she was ready to bang anyone.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” I reached down and flicked my clit while my boy slowly finger fucked me. “You were very persuasive…and charming. If I were her, I would have fucked you in a heartbeat.”

Gary was silent for a few moments. “I thought about that, too. I kind of pretended like Valerie’s mom was really you. I did the things to her that I want to do to you, Mom.”

“Hmmm? No, honey. You know we can’t go that far. We talked about this…and we both agreed. That’s going too far.”

He pulled the blanket off of us. The cool air on my skin felt good. The feeling of being exposed was nice. The danger also added to the thrill. What if our early morning peeper returned? I didn’t care. I loved that my teenaged son liked seeing my naked body as much as he did, and that alone was worth the risk. I turned my shoulders so he could get a good look at my tits as I gently rocked on his thrusting fingers.

“I know, Mom, but after last night I really want to fuck you. We need to fuck.” He added a third finger and gave his hand a twist. Pure heaven.

“I want to, baby, but…”

“But, what?”

“But…I don’t know anymore. What I do know is that you’re about to make me cum…yeah, just like that…yes…yes…oh, baby, yeeeeees!” It wasn’t the fireworks and explosions from last night, but a slow burning orgasm that forced every muscle in my body to relax one by one. Just like that I didn’t have a care in the world and nothing mattered. All my stress drained away with the ebbing orgasm. I had everything I needed, everything I could ever want, and I was happy. Gary kissed my back, nibbling lightly at my shoulder blade.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

We’d said these words to each other thousands of times, but this was different. He wasn’t expressing a boy’s love for his mother. I wasn’t automatically returning the natural love a mother has for her son. We were speaking to each other as lovers do. Nothing was more precious to me than the maternal bond I had with my baby boy, but there was no denying we had something else now between us. A love that was exciting and forbidden. A love that would one day force me to surrender my body to my son…completely and unconditionally. I wanted to be his mother always, but I desperately needed to be his plaything. But could I submit to him in that way without losing the special connection we had? If I became his willing fuck-slut, would he no longer be able to accept me as his mother? There were plenty of women out there willing to spread their legs for him, he didn’t need me. But I needed him.

I needed my son in a way I never needed another man. Physically, my cunt longed for his cock, but there was more to it than that. I wanted him to possess me. I wanted to show him that there was nothing I wasn’t willing to give him, no line I wouldn’t cross to make him happy. He’d said it as plain as could be said. He wanted to fuck me. His own mother. What right did I have to hold myself back from him?

I’d let him watch me masturbate. I’d sucked his cock and eaten his cum. I taught him to lick pussy using my cunt to practice on. His tongue had been in my asshole, and his fingers in my pussy. He has watched me piss, and stroked his dick to the sight of me sucking his girlfriend’s cunny. It was almost ridiculous that I hadn’t allowed him to put his cock inside me. We both wanted it, but what would the repercussions be?

What if I gave in, and he came to resent me? What if I let it happen, then hated myself for it? Things might never be the same. I didn’t want to lose everything we had, everything we had become to each other, just because I couldn’t control my lusts. I was supposed to be the grown up here. The responsible adult. And this wasn’t even taking into consideration the legal problems we could face if we were found out. Our lives could be ruined.

Could we keep it just between the two of us? Love each other the way we wanted to in secret, risking everything just for those fleeting few moments of orgasm? Could I even stop things if I wanted to? I couldn’t imagine going more than a couple days without feeling my son’s cock in my mouth, hearing him moan as he came, tasting his seed on my tongue as it shot down my throat. I was lost. I’d not only crossed the line, but I’d left it far behind. My concerns and false morality weren’t nearly strong enough to overcome the powerful urges my son and I had for each other. It was only a matter of time before I gave myself over to him. After that, he would own my cunt. He would own all of me in a way that no other man ever had.

“Play with my asshole, honey,” I moaned.

His slick fingers circled my anus tenderly. I filled my now empty vagina with my own fingers and waited with anticipation for Gary to penetrate me. I only wanted his fingers back there, but I might not have objected if he took the initiative and forced his hard cock into my ass. The very thought of being butt fucked by my own son caused a flow of fresh pussy juices to leak out of my hole and coat my thigh.

“Yeah…that’s it…play with Mommy’s horny asshole…make me cum again…”

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I was distracted for the rest of the morning. The things Gary had done to me earlier kept replaying in my mind, the series of orgasms he gave me had muddled my thinking. I didn’t want to let go of how good he was able to make me feel. Sex hadn’t been this thrilling for me since I was a teenager first discovering the wonders of what pleasures my pussy was capable of providing me. Vera sat across from me sipping her coffee as if she hadn’t spent the previous evening with my son’s cock deep in her cunt.

“Cris is a handsome young man,” I said out of nowhere. His mother nodded but didn’t look at me. I sipped my coffee finding it still too hot. “And he has a nice cock.”

This time her eyes came up to meet mine. “How you know about the way his penis looks like?”

She had no right to be indignant after what she’d done, but I suppose she had to play the part.

“I walked in on him in the bathroom as he was getting out of the shower. It was an accident. I couldn’t help but notice that his dick was hard. He was probably jerking off in the shower. It looked nice.”

“He is young,” she replied, a warning growl in her voice.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Just a few months older than Gary, I think.”

She took my counterpunch in stride, understanding she wasn’t on solid moral ground here…perhaps for the first time in her otherwise pious life as a mother.

“Have you seen Cris’s cock?” I asked casually as if it were normal chit-chat for two moms sharing their morning coffee. “I mean lately.”

She hesitated long enough for me to tell she was about to lie to me. “No. I no see him like that.” She shifted in her chair and attempted to go on the offensive. “I think maybe you see you son’s cock lately…many times.”

I smiled. She thought she was cutting me, but she was only falling deeper into my trap. “I have to say I’m very lucky when it comes to that. Gary doesn’t mind letting me see him naked. It’s very nice.”

“And you let him see you with no clothes on?” It was more of an accusation than a question.

“I do. He likes it. In fact, my son often gets an erection when he sees me naked.”

“His own mother.” This was said with contempt as she “tsked” under her breath.

“Yes. I find it quite flattering.” I noted that while Vera was shaking her head in approbation that she wasn’t showing any signs of walking away from this conversation. “I think all boys are curious about their mom. They want to know what she looks like naked. They fantasize about it. You know what, that day I accidently saw your Cris with a big hard-on? I wouldn’t be surprised if he was thinking about you while he jerked off in the shower.”

“Aiiee, why you say such crazy things like that?” Her flash of anger was genuine, but there was something hopeful behind it. “You have too much a dirty mind all the time.”

I shrugged. “We’ve both got horny teen boys. All they think about at their age is sex. And from what I know about Valerie, she thinks about it as much as the boys…maybe more.” I sipped and let that sink in for a few moments. “All I’m saying is that you’re the most important woman in Cris’s life. You’re beautiful, you have a very sexy body, of course he’s going to want to see you naked and jerk off to the idea. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes spies on you when you’re undressing.” Her face was fixed in a scowl, and still she stayed where she was, clearly wanting to hear more of my crazy thinking. “Now that you two are sleeping in the same room, I wouldn’t be surprised if he peeked under the blankets at you while you were asleep. Do you sleep in the nude?”

I had the sense she was wondering if the things I was saying could have any truth to them. “Ach, no.”

“Maybe you should. What harm would it do if you gave your son the gift of seeing your naked breasts, or letting him get a little peek of your sexy pussy? Let him have something he can really jerk off to.”

“So bad, the things you talk about.” Vera fussed with her spoon and napkin. “A mother is not for that for her boy. Cris no think about me like that way.”

“Don’t be so sure, my friend. I thought the same thing about Gary at one time. At first I thought it was simply seeing a naked woman that gave my son an erection, but when I caught him looking at me and stroking his cock I knew there was more to it.”

“He do that around you?” She forgot to sound horrified when she said that, coming across more curious than disapproving.

“I always tried to teach my son to be open and honest with me. At first he tried to hide it, but then we had a talk and he admitted that he was sexually attracted to me.” I caressed my breast through my robe and tweaked my nipple while Vera looked on. She almost seemed like she wanted to do the same. “I told him that if he wanted to jack off to go ahead and do it.”

“And he do that?” Her voice was a thick whisper. And a little shaky at that.

“He did. I thought it would be strange seeing my own son masturbate, but it was a wonderful thing to witness. Watching him make himself cum was so exciting, and knowing it was my body that had turned him on made it even better.”

Vera’s nipples were stiff under her blouse. It was all she could do to keep from touching them. “And this happens now, too?”

“Of course. Not as much as it used to now that he’s fucking your daughter, but he still jerks off to me a few times a week…sometimes more.”

“You let him see everything?”

“Sure. Why not? Sometimes he asks me to spread my legs. Or bend over and hold my ass open for him. I often get so turned on that I end up masturbating, too.”

“He see you do that?”

“Oh, please, don’t act so surprised. You already know how much I love masturbating with someone else.”

Vera’s cheeks colored. She leaned back in her chair. I kept my eye on her but held my tongue. She was trying to come to some kind of decision and I didn’t want to tip her in the wrong direction. After a few moments, a look of helpless resignation came over her face. Her hand moved haltingly up her thigh. I couldn’t hold back a smile when she reached her crotch and squeezed her plump pussy through her slacks.

“You play with you pussy in front of you son?”

“I do. We watch each other touch ourselves. He always waits for me to orgasm first before he cums.”

“Oh…that is bad for a mom to do. So bad.” She undid the clasp holding her slacks closed and her hand disappeared inside, pushing the zipper open as she did.

“In a way, you’re right, but it feels so good, Vera. When they’re first born, they’re our whole world. They’re everything to us, and they depend on us for everything. Then, as they grow, they learn that to become a man they have to pull away, to not be too close to their mother. You know how that distance hurts. But this…this thing I do with my son…it has brought us back together like we were in the beginning. We’re as close now as we’ve ever been…even closer, I think. I can really feel how much he loves me…and I can see it. Every time he shoots a load of his sperm on my tits…or cums on my face…I see the love for me in his eyes. It’s so much better than it was with my husband or any stranger.”

While I was talking I had opened my robe. My eyes were fixed on Vera’s hand moving under her pants between her legs. My own legs were spread wide as I mimicked her motions on my own pussy. I wanted her mouth on my cunt, but I didn’t want to force things more than I already had.

“I have heard Cris doing it at night when he think I am to sleep. He stroke his penis quiet, but I know what he do. I think maybe his sister hear also. I know it bad, but my pussy comes wet. I don’t want to touch myself, but I can’t help.” She abruptly stood and pulled her pants and undies down to her ankles, sat down again, and opened her legs wide like me.

“What do you think your son is thinking about when he does that at night?”

“A pretty girl from school.” Her fingers plunged inside and I could hear how wet she was. “Or a pretty singer, maybe, or actress from movie.”

“No. He’s thinking about you, Vera. He’s thinking about his mother sleeping just a few feet away. He’s fantasizing about you waking up and catching him playing with his cock. Cris wants you to wake up and take his penis in your mouth. He wants you to offer him one of your big tits to suck on. We have to face it, Vera, our sons want to fuck us.” I jammed two fingers into my hole and began pumping in and out. “Cris wants to put his cock in his mama’s pussy. My son wants to shove his cock in my cunt and fill it with his cum!”

“No…no! You can’t say that! We can’t think like that way!” Vera was pounding her fuck hole fast and hard as she tore open her blouse and grabbed a handful of tit, her fingers digging in deep to her fleshy mound. “It’s too big a sin…even to think…”

“I know! I know it is…the biggest sin there is…but I want it.” I had lost control. I was saying things aloud to her I didn’t even want to admit to myself. “I want it so much, Vera!”

“No, Joanne, don’t say about that.” Her hand moved to her other fat breast and she molested that one just as roughly, never letting up on her hairy cunt for a second. “You can’t want your son like that. We can’t never fuck our son…our babies.”

“I want him inside me, Vera. So help me God, I do. I want to feel him on top of me, pushing his cock into my pussy, returning to where it all started, filling the womb that he came from with his cum! Oh, God!”

“I see it one time,” Vera panted. “My Cris’s cock. He bring girl home to study. I check on them and see her down on knees sucking on Cris. I mad, but I look and don’t say nothing. His cock look big to me for a boy. It look nice and I like to see it. I spy on how she suck him and I get jealous. I want to be suck on him, not her. I think all the time on Cris nice cock and wonder how it feel to suck him…how it taste like…my own son. I am monster…”

“No,” I insisted, “you’re not. We’re not monsters, Vera. We’re loving mothers who care about our boys. But we’re also women…women who can see how handsome they are…how grown up they’ve become…”

“Our sons…they have such strong bodies. They looks nice to me…my boy, and…also your boy, too. I see their hands and I want to be touched with them. I want my son to feel my nipples, and to put his fingers up into me. Oh, Joanne, I think such evil things when I fuck my own pussy.” Her fingers slowed, but only to prolong the mounting ecstasy. “You son look very nice. And I like what he say to me when he talks.”

“Yes, my son is very skilled with his mouth, isn’t he?”

Vera’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t stop pleasuring herself. “You son…he tell you, yes?”

“Tell me what?”

She matched my sly smile and shook her head. “He tell you everything, I think.”

“Maybe,” I conceded, knowing exactly what she was getting at. “Why don’t you tell me…?”

“Last night…I watch the TV and get very horny…” Her thumb went to her clit and twiddled it back and forth. “You son stay up with me and he say things that make me more horny. He take out his cock and show me.”

“Oh, my. What a naughty boy. What did you do?”

“I let you son lick on my pussy.”

I tried to look shocked, but I’m sure I wasn’t the least bit convincing.

“He has, like you say, a skill for his mouth.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” I said calmly, trying to egg her on.

“He do it good, just like the way how you do.”

“Yes, well, I may have taught him a few little tricks.”

“I’m thinking maybe you teach him the little tricks with your pussy.”

She was fishing. Yes, she had her suspicions, but she wasn’t yet sure. My instinct was to hold back, not let her in on all my secrets yet. Valerie already knew, and that was one person too many. But…for the next part of my plan to work, Vera had to trust me. She might curse me for a degenerate pervert destined for Hell, but it all came down to trust.

I nodded. Her frown only lasted a split second, instead of calling down hellfire on me she lifted one of her smooth, heavy breasts and suckled her own nipple as she continued to eye me. Waiting.

“I did teach him with my pussy, Vera. It wasn’t anything I planned, but it just kind of happened. He was curious, and he wanted to try it, and I couldn’t say no. As long as I was letting my son lick my pussy, I thought I may as well teach him how to do it right.”

“I bet my daughter happy you teach him.” She raised an eyebrow, as if daring me to say something lewd about her little girl.

“And I bet you’re happy I taught him.” I managed to take back the high ground with that one. “Is that all you did? Let my boy eat your pussy?”

Vera lifted her chin, momentarily making me think she was going to take a defiant stance on this. Then she chuckled, pulled her fingers out of her sopping twat and licked them slowly before reinserting them.

“I make the fuck with your son. Gary fucked in my pussy and give his cum inside me. He make me orgasm…many times with his strong cock. His strong, young cock…” Her mind was back in that moment…the moment when my son was on top of her coaxing one body shaking orgasm after another out of her long neglected cunt. “But you already know about that. A boy who sleep in the nude with his mother tells everything, no?”

“You’re right. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”

“You tell him how we play with pussies for each other. You tell about I suck on you cunt and you suck on mine. He say to you how he fuck inside my daughter and play with her pussy, too?”

“Everything, yes. He tells me how good it feels to fuck your daughter. What a tight pussy she has and how good she sucks his cock and balls. He told me how different it was to fuck you. The difference between fucking a woman and a girl. He loves your daughter, Vera, but he also loves your big tits, your big ass, and especially your big cunt. He loves them almost as much as I do.” Instead of waiting for her to make her move, I slid off the chair onto my knees. I pulled her hand away from her crotch and pressed my face into her warm moistness. My tongue quickly located her stiff clit and I went to work.

My heart beat faster as she humped my face, her moans growing in intensity with each turn of her hips. I was afraid that if I hadn’t filled my mouth with her pussy that second I would have confessed to fucking around with her daughter. There was a chance she would accept that after what she’d done with Gary, but she might just have likely stabbed me with a kitchen knife. Especially if she knew how I’d make them fuck in front of me so I could watch. I was treading dangerous waters, but I was beyond the point of no return…well beyond it. No turning back.

Vera heaved up off the kitchen chair and flooded my mouth with a sudden rush of juices. I’d never seen her like this before. All this talk of fucking our sons had to be what was setting her off like that. I had her hooked, now I just had to reel her in. And, she’d made it easy for me to take the next step.

Once Vera was done riding out her orgasm, I returned to my chair, not bothering to wipe her wetness from my cheeks or from when it had spilled down over my chin to my throat. I wanted the visual evidence of her sinfulness in plain view for the next part of our conversation.

“You fucked my son, Vera. I wish you would have talked to me first before you went and did that.”

“I…it was…it just happened…nothing I could do to help it…”

“I’m not angry, just…I don’t know…it doesn’t seem fair somehow.”

“Fair?”

“You got to fuck my son, so don’t you think it would be fair if…”

“If…if you fuck with my son…?”

I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. “Yes, that’s it. Exactly. That would only be fair, wouldn’t it?”

“I…I don’t know. Maybe I make mistake, and if you make same mistake too it no make it better.”

I gave my friend a calculating look. “Is it because you want to fuck your son before I do?”

“Nooo…no, no…” Vera chewed her lower lip, something I’d never seen her do before. “I…it is bad thing I think about, not something to do for real. He…he is still so young.”

“Just like my Gary.” My hand was still lazily toying with my pussy. I tugged on my inner lips, swiped my clit occasionally, dipped a finger into my hole. “But that didn’t stop you, did it? You let my son fuck you right there on my sofa. My 16-year-old boy.”

Vera covered her mouth with a hand and nodded slowly. She seemed about to cry.

“But that’s okay,” I said, softening my tone. “He wanted to fuck you. It’s all he’s been talking about ever since you moved in with us. And I saw the way you looked at him. How you never missed a chance to check out his ass.”

“It’s nice ass.”

“I know. I’ve seen it naked plenty of times, so believe me, I know.” I paused fingering myself long enough to suck my own juices from my fingers as Vera looked on with guilty eyes. “My son was very happy he got to fuck you, not to mention very proud of himself for seducing a sexy older woman like you.” I hefted one of my breasts and circled my tongue around a taut nipple (two can play at that game). “And I know you enjoyed it. I’ve been telling you that you need to get laid. You needed a cock, Vera, and I’m glad it was Gary’s. I’m happy my boy sucked you off and fucked your sexy cunt. It’s exactly what you needed. Don’t try to lie to me and say it wasn’t great.”

She looked down to her feet, unable to meet my gaze. “It was,” she whispered. “It was better than great. You son, he make me feel alive…again like a woman. No one ever give me sex like that before. He care about make me feel good, not just his own cock.” She finally forced herself to lift her head and look me in the face, her eyes watery. “I don’t care how you did it, but…you teach you son very good.”

“Thank you for saying that, Vera.” I scooted down in my chair and concentrated more vigorously on my clit. “I know the things I do with my son…being naked with him…letting him jerk off on me…masturbating in front of him…sucking his cock and swallowing his cum…I know all these things are wrong, but I can’t stop myself.”

The Vera I knew when we first met would have been running for her bible at this point, but she sat there nodding sympathetically, her tits and pussy hanging out shamelessly. My hand quickened between my legs, I was getting close.

“Do you fuck with your son?”

“No,” I stated firmly, though not with much conviction. She seemed surprised by this.

“No?”

“I want to…I really do. He’s begging me to let him, but…” I let out a moan and had to twist a nipple. “But I’m going to.” Saying those words out loud to another person put me over the edge. “Yes, I’m going to let my son fuck me. Do you hear that, Vera? My son is going to fuck his own mother! Aaaaah!”

The orgasm rocked my body, the fear of having spoken my darkest desire only amped up the passion of the moment. It was perverse and sick, but if felt so damn good to let it out.

“I’m going to fuck my son!” This was all it took to spark another mini-orgasm right on the heels of the big one. It was then that I noticed Vera was back at working her own pussy.

“You going to give you son your cunt. Fuck with him and let him cum in his momma’s dirty cunt. He will fuck his momma so good. Oh, yesss, sooo gooood…”

“But before I do, Vera – listen to me – before I fuck Gary, I have to fuck Cris first.”

“You want my son cock?”

“Yes, I want Cris to fuck me, and I want you there.”

“No…”

“Yes! I want you to see your son fucking me. You’re going to be right there with us, naked, watching your boy’s cock going deep inside my pussy again and again. It will be the biggest turn on of your life.”

“He would never do with me there. No in front of his mother.”

“Trust me, Vera, he will. Your son wants you to see him fuck. He wants you to see his cock and tell him how proud you are of him now that he’s grown into a big boy…into a real man. He wants to see your naked body. Your big, gorgeous tits. Your wet mommy cunt. Your sexy ass and naughty little asshole.”

“Oh, no…” She sounded more intrigued than horrified by this.

“Yes. Believe me when I tell you your son wants to fuck you. Just like my boy wants to fuck me. All sons want this, and we can give them what they want. We can give our boys the rare gift of knowing what it’s like to fuck his own mother…to watch us cum on his cock…to empty his balls into the pussy that gave birth to him. There can be no greater love a mother can give to her son.”

Vera was nodding, eager to be convinced that the sin I was proposing we commit was instead a virtuous act of love and sacrifice. I’d never felt more evil than I did at that moment. Maybe Vera was right. Perhaps I was the devil.

But it didn’t matter. We were in too deep – no turning back – damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead. I’d made up my mind that I was going to fuck Gary. And also that I was going to fuck Vera’s son. Not only was I going to fuck him, but I was going to do it right in front of her while she watched. I wanted her son to see his devout mother masturbating like a fiend to the sight of him fucking his friend’s mom. Only then would he understand that she was as horny and sexually depraved as the rest of us. Once I got him to take his mother down off the pedestal he had her on, then I could push ahead with the final phase of my plan.

Vera was going to let her son fuck her with me, my son, and her daughter right there to see her irredeemably indecent fall from grace.

Despite having already cum several times that day, the very thought of me and Vera fucking each other’s sons next to each other while Valerie looked on brought me close to my next one. Then, picturing Cris and Gary changing places, each on top of his own mother, and both of them sliding his hard cock into our willfully immoral pussies brought yet another mind-bending orgasm to life. At the sight of me going off, Vera cried out and brought her pussy to climax right along with me.

The pact was sealed. We were sisters in sin. The final act of my plan was about to play out just as I had dreamed it would…

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Chapter 32 >>

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Say How?

Slippery Tip #7: Poor grammar can (and will) distract readers from masturbating.

Okay, so I’ve been assiduously avoiding this topic since I began this series, but I have to deal with it at some point – grammar. Ugh.

There are two things guaranteed to make my lady wood wilt and cause me to stop reading an erotic story: The mention of a 12-inch cock (especially if this is treated as the expected average), and bad grammar. As soon as I hit the second grammar error, I drop out of horny reader mode and slip into analytical proofreader mode, which is anything but arousing when I’m trying to get off. A lot of porn readers don’t care about grammar and just breeze past these niggling little speedbumps, but, for me, poor grammar and proofreading shows that the writer doesn’t value his or her own work enough to care about how they present it to readers. If they can’t be bothered to take the time to properly proofread and edit their story, why should I waste my time reading it? It also shows a level of disrespect for the readers (IMNSHO).

With that being said, I know that I have my share of typos and slip ups in my own writing. I do my best to excise all the gremlins before publishing my posts and stories, but something always seems to manage to get through. Even stories that I’ve combed through a dozen times! If I go back a year later and read it again, I’ll find several glaring errors that jump off the page and I can’t believe I didn’t see them before. In fact, I’m almost certain you’ll find a few mistakes that I missed in this post! This is the pitfall of proofreading your own stuff – you have a tendency to see what you intended to write and not what is actually on the page. I generally don’t take this advice myself, but it’s never a bad idea to have someone else proofread your stories before you share them – even if they’re not a grammar expert, they’ll easily spot dropped words and other errors that you skimmed past several times without even noticing.

One reference that I find invaluable is “The Creative Writer’s Style Guide,” by Christopher T. Leland. It has a lot of advice and examples specifically aimed at the special circumstances that fiction writers most often encounter (as opposed to most style guides which are aimed at essay writers and the like). This book was out of print when I first hunted down my copy, but you can now get it on Amazon at a reasonable price. A cheap alternative, however, would be for you to resort to the monkey-see, monkey-do method. If you’re not sure how to punctuate something in your fiction, just pull a published novel off the shelf and find a matching example of what you’re trying to do and follow their lead. It can be time consuming at first, but you’ll start to internalize the rules and at least appear to be an expert after a while.

My goal is to keep my tips tight and to the point, so I’m not going to try to tackle every aspect of grammar or this would turn into a book. What I’d like to do today is look at something that trips up a lot of beginning and amateur writers (and sometimes veteran writers): How to punctuate dialogue.

Punctuating dialogue is one area that looking at examples in a published novel will usually provide a quick and easy model for you to mimic. Just be careful, the American conventions differ from those commonly used with British English, so pay attention to your source material and know your target reading audience. There are only a few rules/patterns you really need to remember that a lot of people mess up.

First, just to make sure we’re all on the same page, dialogue is anything a character says (or thinks) that appears between quotation marks. “Fuck me with your 12-inch cock!” A bit of dialogue like this can often stand on its own. The reader will presumably understand who is speaking based on the context. But, it is often necessary to include a cue to indicate who the speaker is so the reader doesn’t get confused. “Fuck me with your 12-inch cock,” Mimsy said.

Notice that this line of dialogue ends with a comma – NOT a period (as might seem intuitive to many). If you use an attribution (e.g. Mimsy said), then the line of dialogue before it gets a comma. Things become a little strange when the line of dialogue wouldn’t normally end with a period. “Fuck me with your 12-inch cock!” she begged. Here we want to add some emphasis to Mimsy’s dialogue, and so we end the line with and exclamation point! Usually, this would indicate the end of a sentence and we’d capitalize the next word as the first one in a new sentence. In the case of dialogue, we don’t do this (she begged is not a new or discrete sentence on its own, but rather part of the sentence that includes the dialogue). If, instead, you dropped the attribution and used a line of action to identify Mimsy as the speaker, then you would capitalize as normal: “Fuck me with your 12-inch cock!” She spread her legs wide, ready to receive his huge member into her drooling love tunnel. Here, She is capitalized because what follows the dialogue is a new, discrete sentence that stands on its own. This same rule applies to question marks. “Do you think your 12-inch cock will fit in my tight, little, virgin cunt-hole?” she asked.

An important detail to notice in the examples above is that the punctuation appears INSIDE the closing quotation mark. In American English this is almost always the case. There is a unique situation where this wouldn’t apply (having to do with a character quoting someone within their dialogue), but you are unlikely to have to deal with this special case on any kind of a regular basis. This little convention (punctuation always inside the quotation mark) is where American English diverges from British English, where (and don’t quote me on this) it is acceptable for the punctuation to appear outside of the quotation mark.

A quick tip on quotation marks – ‘single quotation marks’ are only used for quotes within quotes (to distinguish inner quotes from the outer. They are not for “less significant” quotes (or to indicate “air quotes”). For example: I guess you could say I’ve had my share of ‘lesbian’ encounters over the years, but I still consider myself just bi-curious. Here, ‘lesbian’ should be in double quotes (“lesbian”).

Another thing I’d like to mention is that tempting little bugger known as…the ellipsis. It is very easy to overuse this handy bit of punctuation, which can become a distraction to some readers (i.e. me!). It’s good for indicating hesitation, or a stammer, “I…um…think your…ah…tits are really nice, Mom.” It’s also used for when a character trails off, leaving a thought unfinished, “I never knew your nipples were so…” These should be about the only two places you use an ellipsis in your fiction writing. In other types of writing, it is used to indicate an omission from a quote or piece of quoted text, but that is rarely something you’ll need to do when writing porn. Note that the ellipsis is THREE dots, never more, never less. THREE! Always THREE, only THREE, forever THREE! I think you……get the idea. There is also NO space before or after an ellipsis.

Now, there are cases where an ellipsis can be immediately followed by another punctuation mark (most commonly with questions). “Do you want me to suck your…?” For my fiction writing, however, I never use commas or periods after an ellipsis. “Yes, suck my…,” she whispered, unsure if she could say such a dirty word aloud in front of her mother. This is more of a style thing than a hard and fast grammar rule, so it technically wouldn’t be incorrect to punctuate the previous sentence as it is. But, to me, the ellipsis indicates a pause, and the comma indicates a pause (or separation), so the comma in this situation feels redundant and unnecessary to me. “Yes, suck my…” she whispered. This just looks and feels better to me. There is also a case when using a period after an ellipsis when the end of a quote is omitted (which makes the ellipsis look like it’s composed of four dots), but, again, not a situation you’re likely to run into when writing fiction. So, THREE dots, no spaces before and after, and probably no punctuation immediately following.

Oh, and don’t use an ellipsis for when you want to show someone is being interrupted. Use a dash for this. A dash indicates an abrupt end at the end of a line of dialogue (rather than a trailing off).

The last thing I want to touch on is Direct Addresses. “Lick my clit, Mom!” In this line of dialogue, the direct address is Mom. Always set off your direct addresses with a comma. “Mom, lick my clit,” my daughter begged. “Suck my balls, Dad,” Timmy groaned. “Eat my ass, baby brother!” she cried out. “What I really want, Auntie Rachael, is for you to fuck me with that 12-inch strap-on cock of yours.” This brings up another tricky point – when to capitalize mom and dad. If mom or dad is being used like a proper noun (in other words, you could replace mom with mom’s name and the sentence would still make sense), then capitalize. “Let’s DP Mom tonight!” would also work if you used her name, “Let’s DP Marjorie tonight!” But, “Let’s DP your mom tonight!” wouldn’t necessarily work if you swapped in her name, “Let’s DP your Marjorie tonight!” so you’d use lower case. A good clue is if there’s a possessive preceding the pronoun, don’t capitalize it. My uncle, your dad, our mother, his sister, etc. Also, if it’s being used to refer to a class of people generally, no capital. “I wonder how many moms own vibrators.” These rules get a little confusing when it comes to terms of endearment. “Pound my ass, baby!” Suck my nipples, sweetheart.” “Swallow my cum, slut.” “Choke on my cock, dear.” Yes, all of these terms of endearment can be replaced with the subject’s proper name, but they nonetheless don’t get capitalized.

Okay, the more I write, the more stuff I think of that I want to warn you about, but I have to stop before I end up with a book. Just remember, I’m not an accredited expert when it comes to grammar, so it’s possible I’ve gotten something wrong, or perhaps you disagree with something I’ve written here. The thing to keep in mind is that there are hard and fast grammar rules, and then there are looser style guidelines. Often style conventions are treated like rules, and it can be difficult to suss out which are which. Hopefully the few tips I’ve provided here have given some of you a clearer idea of how to format your dialogue punctuation-wise (which will save me some valuable editing time!). Just remember to not worry about this kind of stuff while you’re working on your first draft. Get all the creative stuff out of your head and onto the page, then later you can put on your editor cap and deal with all the persnickety rules and technicalities. Not being able to “write good” is no excuse for not giving erotica/porn a try. Sharing your perverse visions with the world is a very rewarding endeavor even if you don’t know a comma splice from your arsehole. Just do it! and everything will just kind of find a way to work itself out. Beleeb me (as our Dear Leader would say).

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Fake It Til You Make It

“One of the reasons I wanted us to have this mother-son lunch with just the two of us is that there’s something that we need to talk about, Jacob. A friend of mine sent me a picture the other day that was shocking, to say the least.”

“Um, okay…”

“It was a picture of me from when we were on vacation down in the Bahamas. Remember that trip?”

“Yeah…”

“Anyway, I had on that red bikini. You know, the one I bought special for that trip only to find out the top was too big and I kept almost spilling out of it. Remember?”

“I guess…a little…”

“Anyway, someone had photoshopped that picture so that my top was gone and there was something on my face. Something messy and very nasty.”

“That’s weird…”

“I thought the same thing. Especially after I realized that picture was only in our album from that trip. I never put it on Facebook or anything. I was confused until I also realized that the only one in the house that is any good with Photoshop is you.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Jacob, you can be honest with me. Was it you who changed that picture to make it look like I was topless and had sperm all over my face?”

“No…and why are we even talking about this here?”

“Worried someone might overhear? That would be humiliating wouldn’t it? Now try imagining you were a respected member of the community and a mother whose picture was on the internet. Imagine if that picture made it look like you were showing off your naked tits and had someone’s cum all over your face? And suppose people you know, friends and co-workers, saw that picture.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“If you want me to believe it wasn’t you, then tell me who could it have been?”

“It…um…geez. Alright, it was me. I’m so sorry.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Nothing. I just…I just thought you looked real pretty in that picture.”

“And you thought I’d look even prettier with my boobs out and a big load of jizz on my face?”

“Well…kinda. I don’t know. Yeah, I guess it was something like that.”

“Thank you for at least being honest with me. If I’m being honest, I suppose I should admit that seeing what you did with that picture turned me on a little. I thought about how much time you must have spent working on it and how you must have been thinking about me in that way. Not that I condone what you did, but I’ll admit it was exciting for me to imagine you looking at the picture you made and touching yourself. You did that, didn’t you? Masturbate to the image of your mother with cum on her face dripping down on bare nipples…”

“Maybe, yeah, a little.”

“More than a little, I suspect, given that I’ve been playing with myself more than ever since Danny’s mom emailed me that filthy picture. If it can make me that horny, I would find it hard to believe you weren’t beating off like crazy over it. Am I right?”

“Pretty much. I’m sorry…”

“All the sorrys in the world won’t change what you did. It was very disrespectful and embarrassing. That being said, it may also present an opportunity.”

“What kind of opportunity?”

“An opportunity to be more open with each other.”

“Open?”

“About the way we feel. About how we see each other. More open about the things we want.”

“Like what?”

“Like…when you made that picture, whose cum did you imagine it was? Yours?”

“Yeah, right…”

“Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with laughing this off. I’m right, aren’t I? You’ve been masturbating to that picture of me and thinking about how much you’d like to jerk off onto my face. And don’t think I’m going to accept that shrug as an acceptable answer.”

“It’s just that the guys are always talking about how hot and sexy you are and saying all the things they’d want to do with you. At first it made me really mad when they said stuff like that about you, but then one day you were wearing those blue shorts, the ones that are really short and a tight on you. I saw your legs and…other stuff that made me get what they were talking about. I didn’t realize how sexy you were as a woman because I only thought about you as my mom. But…”

“But once you noticed me as a woman it was all you could see.”

“I’m sorry. I hate myself for thinking about you like that, but I can’t help it.”

“Don’t be upset with yourself, honey. Let’s just blame it on hormones and leave it at that. I suppose I have to take some of the blame. I hadn’t considered the effect of wearing my shorty-shorts around a growing young boy. Now I understand why you’ve been suddenly leaving the room lately whenever I’m around. You don’t want me to see that you’ve been getting hard-ons while perving on me.”

“Uh…yeah. I’m so – nevermind. I can’t help it and I feel like a lowlife pervert but I also really like it. You must think I’m the weirdest kid ever.”

“Not at all, darling. Actually, I’m strangely flattered. I shouldn’t be telling you that, but I like the idea that at my age I can still give a teenage boy an erection.”

“Even though it’s your son?”

“Especially because it’s my son. It’s easy for your buddies to think of me in a sexual way, but for you to look past the fact that I’m your mom and still get horny from seeing my ass in a tight pair of shorts, or my tits practically falling out of my bathing suit, is a nice compliment. It probably isn’t normal for a mother to feel this way, but I find it very arousing that you think of me like that when you stroke your cock.”

“I…I…um…”

“Look how red your cheeks are getting. Damn, you are so fucking cute. You’re probably going to jerk off later thinking about the things I’ve been saying. Is your penis hard right now?”

“Really hard.”

“Don’t worry, no one can see. Just keep your napkin in your lap. The truth is, at the moment, I’m pretty wet myself. If you don’t know, a girl’s vagina gets wet when she’s excited the way a boy’s cock gets hard when he’s turned on. If I don’t give my pussy some attention soon I’m going to soak this chair.”

“Mom!”

“Don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who started this.”

“I know, but…geesh…”

“You’re right, having this talk in public was probably a bad idea after all. What do you say we go home and make a real picture?”

“What are you talking about?”

“How about we go home and I take off my shirt and bra. Then I’ll lie on the floor and you can take your cock out. I’ll let you stroke it and you can shoot your load on my face just like you’ve been fantasizing about. No need for Photoshop when we have everything we need to make it real.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Meet me in the family room with your camera if you want to find out…”

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“Whoa! Mom…”

“What is it, Jacob?”

“I…I didn’t know you were going to be all naked.”

“I see you brought your camera.”

“Uh…yeah…”

“Would you prefer me to do this more Playboy…or Penthouse?”

“What do you mean Penthouse?”

“I can pose sexy-modest like this. Or I can spread my legs wide open…like this.”

“Um, okay…Penthouse. Definitely more Penthouse!”

“Don’t just stand there gawking at me, go ahead and take some pictures before I come to my senses.”

“Holy crap, Mom…I can’t believe you’re letting me see you like this. Yeah, squeeze your boobs together like that more. Perfect…”

“I can’t really believe it myself. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe it has something to do with your father losing interest lately. We haven’t had sex in months. I can’t even remember the last time he went down on me.”

“Went down on you?”

“You know, given me head. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about this kind of stuff yet. I’m talking about oral sex, you know – when a guy licks a woman’s pussy, or a woman sucks a boy’s cock.”

“Oh, yeah, I know about blowjobs. I just didn’t know it was called something else when you did it on a girl.”

“So, you’ve never gone down on a girl?”

“Yeah, right, Mom. I’ve never even touched a boob yet.”

“What do you say we fix that right now? You can touch mine if you want.”

“You sure…?

“What’s the matter? You don’t like my boobs, sweetheart? How about if I jiggle them around a little, like this? Does that help?”

“Whoa…yeah…I mean, no! I don’t know. I mean…you’re my mom.”

“And you’re my son. And it looks like my son has a big hard-on in his pants for Mommy. Why are you still dressed, Jacob? C’mon and get naked with me.”

“I can’t lie, Mom…I’ve fantasized about this…a lot. But…”

“But now that it’s happening, you’re scared?”

“A little, but it’s not that. It’s one thing knowing that I think dirty things about you when I jerk off. It’s just that I never thought that you would be like this, too.”

“It must be strange to find out your mother is an even bigger pervert than you are. Is that it? You’re a little freaked out by how much I want to see your hard cock and watch you jack off all over my face. You’ve dreamed about me spreading my pussy lips open for you just like this. You were always safe in your fantasies because you thought I would never do something so depraved. You never thought your own sweet mother would be your willing cum slut.”

“Yeah…something like that, I guess.”

“What you need to do, little boy, is stop thinking with your head and start thinking with your cock. It knows what it wants. It wants to slide up in between Mommy’s big, soft tits. It wants to feel my tongue running all along it. Your cock wants to be in my mouth as deep as it can go. And you want your picture. Your real cum on your mom’s real face. We both want it.”

“Okay, but this all still feels really weird.”

“I know, isn’t it exciting? That’s right, get those pants down…your underwear, too. Ahh, there it is. My son’s cock. So hard. So fucking hard for me.”

“I…uh, I’m sorry it’s not bigger.”

“Trust me, darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. Your cock looks perfect to me. So much more handsome than your father’s…and so much harder. I love the way it curves up toward the end. That’s going to hit the spot just perfectly.”

“What spot?”

“Don’t worry about that now. Why don’t you show me how you like to stroke it? Mmmm…nice. Not too fast, sweetie. We don’t want you making a mess all over the carpet. We want that mess right here on my smiling face.”

“God, Mom, I can’t believe how sexy you look…‘down there.’”

“Down there? Oh, you mean my cunt?”

“Aaahhhh…”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like that word? Or is it that you don’t like hearing your mother talking about her wet, horny pussy like that?”

“No…I, I like it. It’s only that it always sounds like a swear word when anyone else says it. When you say it…it sounds beautiful.”

“Well, have you ever seen anything more beautiful than your Mommy’s juicy cunt?”

“Never…”

“Would you like to give it a lick?”

“You mean, like, go down on you?”

“Sure, why not? How about this, if you suck Mommy’s cunt, I’ll suck your cock.”

“Deal!”

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“Mom, are…are you okay?”

“Mmmm…what? Oh…yes. I’m sorry, honey. It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm like that. When I asked you to lick me, I just thought it would feel nice…I didn’t realize you’d be such a natural at eating pussy. I hope I didn’t frighten you.”

“I thought I was hurting you at first when you started screaming like that, but then I could tell that you wanted me to keep going.”

“You know what this means, don’t you? From now on, whenever your father isn’t home, you have an open invitation to lick Mommy’s pussy whenever you want.”

“Wow…that would be cool.”

“So then you like sucking and licking Mommy’s cunt?”

“Uh huh. It was confusing at first, but then it started to make sense. I was afraid about the taste, but I like…a lot.”

“Speaking of tastes, how would you like to let me suck that handsome cock of yours?”

“Sure!”

“Then get up her and fuck my mouth, you horny little man.”

“Oh…shit, Mom…that’s…that’s so much better than my hand…oooohh…”

“Mmmm…if you think this is good, just wait until I let you put it in my pussy.”

“Are we really going to, you know…do that?”

“Fuck? I don’t see why not. If we can suck each other off, then there’s no reason we can’t take it all the way. Are you okay with that?”

“Um…sure. I know I’m probably supposed to say no, because of you being my own mother, but I can’t think of a reason not to do it except that Dad would kill me if he found out.”

“Then we better make sure he doesn’t find out.  Let me know when you’re about to cum so you can shoot it on my face. I don’t want to screw this up and swallow it all.”

“You would really do that. Mom? Swallow my cum?”

“Of course, sweetie. I love you and can’t wait to gobble down everything that comes out of those sexy balls. Besides, now that I know what a good pussy eater you are, I owe you the best first blowjob of your life.”

“Oh…God, Mom. That feels incredible! How do you get it all the way down your throat like that without choking?”

“Practice, baby. Lots and lots of practice.”

“Oh, yeah. I can feel your tongue moving. Mmm, right there. Oh, God! I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!”

“There you go, sweetie. All over Mommy’s face. Don’t hold back. Just like you dreamed about. Give me all that nasty cream, baby. Make me your cum slut. There you go…”

“You look so much better than the fake I made!”

“Hurry up and get some pictures before it all drips off…or I lick it all up.”

“Yeah, okay. Hold it. Turn this way a little. Good. Wait…just like that. Awesome, Mom!”

“Oh, my. I can taste it on my lips. My baby boy’s cum…I never thought I would ever…mmm, so good.”

“That was the sexiest thing ever!”

“You’re not going to put those pictures on the internet now, are you?”

“Um…no? I guess not, if you don’t want me to.”

“I’d rather you didn’t, sweetheart. But, I’ll tell you what, how about if I let you show them to a few of your good friends?”

“Seriously? They’ll go crazy when they see you like this for real.”

“You know, you haven’t had them all over for a while. How about you invite them for a sleep over this weekend. You father will be away on that fishing trip. It’ll just be you, me, and a few of your horny friends.”

“What are you saying, Mom?”

“What I’m saying is that maybe your little buddies would like to jerk off to the real thing for a change instead of whacking it to pictures all the time.”

“And would you give them all blowjobs, too?”

“Only if you want me to. Would you like that? Watching me suck off all your friends while you watch?”

“You said you’d be my cum slut, right?”

“My, my. I had no idea I was raising such an assertive little pervert. How about you shove that lovely cock in my pussy and we’ll discuss what to do about your friends after you’ve had your first fuck.”

“Sounds good to me, Mom!”

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