Boys Should Be Boys

I want to talk about a phenomenon I find somewhat humorous without hurting anyone’s feelings. If you’ve done this thing with me, please don’t be embarrassed or think that I’m picking on you – I’m honestly not putting anyone down, but just bringing up an odd, behind-the-scenes reality that I think everyone will find at least interesting if not amusing.

So, a couple times a week, I’ll get an e-mail or a comment on one of my stories telling me how much the reader enjoyed it, then comes the funny part. I’ll get something like: “I REALLY ‘enjoyed’ it, if you know what I mean,” or “There was a big mess for me to clean up. Sorry for being so crass.” Also, variations such as: “I hope I don’t offend you by telling you about what your stories do for me, (and what I do to myself while I read them).” Very endearing, and I genuinely appreciate it whenever someone takes the time and effort to send me any kind of feedback, but I can’t help but be delightfully bemused by these sorts of apologetic admissions and tentative attempts to avoid offending me.

The main reason this gives me a giggle is that I write my stories for the express purpose of inducing people to masturbate with the heartfelt goal of inspiring a full-blown orgasm in all its glory! Explicitly telling me what you did to yourself while reading one of my stories, and the results thereof, is a HUGE compliment to me! The other thing that blows me away is that after reading one of my stories, full of perversion, filth, and the dirtiest words I can think of, that anyone would be the least bit concerned that I could possibly be offended by being told they masturbated and came to my writing! I’m a porn writer, for goodness sake! Jacking off, finger fucking, cum, and orgasms are my stock and trade! I probably masturbate more writing my stories than anyone does while reading them, so how can I be offended by anything at all, much less someone doing to themselves the exact same thing that I’m doing to myself?

My theory is that men have been so beaten down by feminist rhetoric that they reflexively feel any expression of their natural sexuality will be met with hostility if revealed to a woman (even a closet deviant like me). Before I get myself into trouble, I will declare (redundant though it may seem) that I believe in equal opportunity for all women and that there are many problems between men and women that need to be improved (and eventually resolved) when it comes to sexism and gender bias. However, I don’t believe that the way for us to raise our status as females is to tear men down – and I’m afraid that’s part of what’s happening. Men get punished for thinking and acting like men. In some areas this might be a good thing, but it seems to me that we’ve very much making the mistake of throwing out the masculine with the bath water.

As I say in one of my story site profiles (Lush, I think), “I don’t mind crude, but I don’t like rude.” It appears to be a fine line, but to me it’s simple. Be as filthy, and direct, and honest, and perverted as you like with me, just don’t be demanding, condescending, or arrogantly presumptuous. That’s rude, and no one likes that. I’ve had men contact me who have displayed each of those noxious qualities, and their messages go straight to the trash bin (as do the messages that are nothing more than “Hey there,” “What’s up,” “How are you,” or the like. If you don’t have anything more than that to offer, why are you bothering me?). Maybe I’m wrong, but I half expect these kind of inane overtures come from the same place – a man’s fear of saying anything offensive drives him to reach out in as innocuous way as he can in order to increase the chances of making a connection with a woman without “offending” her by revealing what he really wants. I suppose I can’t blame them.

So, many guys are reticent to come right out and tell me: “While I was reading your story I beat my swollen cock like a deranged fiend until my balls spasmed and I spewed a fountain of hot jizz all over myself. If I didn’t have my daughter’s panties stuffed in my mouth at the time, some of my own spunk would have shot straight into my mouth!” I find the kind of wary modesty I encounter funny given who I am and what I do, but I guess it’s also a little sad that men feel they have to self-censor even when dealing with a clearly depraved woman. I suppose I could chalk it up to them wanting to be gentlemen until they get to know me better, but I’m not so sure about that.

Yes, it’s odd to me, but (as I mentioned) I also find it endearing when someone is doing his best to avoid abusing my delicate sensibilities with nasty talk of penises, masturbation, and gooey ejaculate. After all, I am a mother, a wife, and a respected member of my community! One must assume that I don’t hold truck with strange men who would brazenly refer to their tallywakers and willymilk in the presence of a lady!

On a related note, I’ve noticed several women on Twitter vehemently complaining about unsolicited dick pics. Now, I can accept that there are women out there who don’t appreciate such things, but I can’t really fathom why anyone would get so incensed over it. If you don’t already know, I enjoy dick pics (solicited or not). NEVER have I been upset about seeing a cock, even when it’s one I haven’t asked for (although, if I saw one in the exam room while I was getting a pap smear, that might concern me a little). I’ve never been flashed before, but if the conditions were safe, I think I’d rather enjoy it! So, why all the rage over a generous man sending you a harmless photo of their junk? I take it as a gift, and I’m always humbly grateful that some man was willing to take a risk share his privates with me. I also know that men like for women to see their cock, and I would never want to be the one to deny them that joy.

The only thing that puts me off a little is when the lovely gift comes with an obligation. “Here’s an unsolicited picture of my dick, now you owe me a picture of your tits, pussy, ass, feet, armpit, bowel movement (yes, I’ve gotten that one), or all of the above.” The other common obligation attached to an otherwise welcomed gift is, “Tell me what you think of my cock.” I understand the desire to have your penis praised (or, in some cases, belittled), but it puts me in a bit of a spot. I’d rather just enjoy your dick for what it is rather than be given the added assignment of having to provide a review.

Okay, I’m wandering off topic. So, bottom line: Always feel free to be open, honest, and explicit with me. When it comes to that, I’m all but un-offendable. Secondly, all those snotty bitches out there need to stop complaining about dick pics, and be thankful anyone is willing to share their naughty bits with them (even if they’re a lesbian – it won’t kill you to look at a nice cock once in a while!).

Hmmm…now that I think of it, I’ve never heard a man complain about unsolicited pussy pics. Perhaps we will never resolve this sexism stuff as long as men and women are so different. And maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world when you come right down to it…

Auntie Fap

Lately, whenever my sister-in-law Angela and I got together for coffee or a trip to the mall she would complain about the trials of having to deal with a teenage boy. She’d complain about finding cum-stained bed sheets and crusty socks when she’d do laundry. Or how she could sometimes hear the wet slap-slap-slap sound of him beating off in the shower. And she even told me about the time he came home early from a night at the movies and caught her bent over the sofa while his father (my brother) was fucking her hard from behind.

My sister-in-law was mortified, but I kept pressing for more details. The thought of my cute nephew seeing his mom getting pounded by my brother was more exciting to me than it should have been. I should have been as horrified by the incident as she was. Instead I couldn’t help wondering if he got a hard-on on the spot, and if he thought about seeing his parents fucking when he jacked off later (which I was sure he had). After that, I found myself hinting around for more dirty stories involving my nephew any time we were together, even if it was only something as harmless as when she found a Victoria Secret catalog under his mattress with some of the pages stuck together. The day she told me about that, I dropped my pants as soon as I got home and fingered myself to thoughts of my nephew Scotty whacking off and shooting spurt after spurt of warm, spermy jizz onto those slutty models.

I hoped I wasn’t too obvious when I jumped to offer help when Angela’s schedule at work had to change while someone else was on vacation for two weeks. She was usually there when her son got home from school. Angela worried that he’d get into trouble if left alone, and she wouldn’t have time to get dinner ready before Rick got home from work. I told her I could hang out at her place to keep an eye on Scotty, and to get dinner started so my brother wouldn’t have anything to whine about. She thanked me a dozen times, calling me an angel…if she only knew my real reasons for wanting to help out.

The first few days of my “housesitting” gig were a little awkward. I wasn’t sure if Scotty noticed I was wearing tops that were tighter than I normally wore. I was used to getting a lot of lustful stares from men due to my big boobs, but if my nephew was checking out my juicy jugs, he was good at being sneaky about it. On the third day, Scotty took my suggestion that he should take a shower after he came in from shooting hoops. I silently lurked outside the bathroom like a total creep listening. I wasn’t disappointed and soon heard that wet slap-slap-slap of his soapy balls smacking against his fist as he jerked himself like a sex-starved bunny in the shower. I rubbed my pussy through my jeans and nearly came on the spot. I wanted to be disgusted with myself, but I was too busy thinking up ways that I could see what I was hearing.

I had a perfectly attentive husband of my own at home, with a more than serviceable cock. He would have been happy to jerk off for me at a moment’s notice, and it didn’t take more than a flirty look to prompt him to push me down and bang me breathless. It made no sense that I was so obsessed with my young (too young) nephew and his (most likely) inexperienced dick. The next afternoon I found myself snooping through his room looking for hidden stashes of porn or tell-tale signs of cum. No porn, but I did find a few cum stains (on his pillow case), and a crusty, sweet-smelling sock tucked in his nightstand drawer.

Also in that drawer, I found a pair of my sister-in-law’s panties. Odd…how did Angela’s panties wind up there? Dirty ones at that. Then I noticed there were some crusty spots on those as well. Crusty spots that smelled the same as the ones on the sock Scotty was using as a jizz rag. Realizing what kind of perversion I’d stumbled upon, I immediately pulled my pants down, intent on finger fucking myself right there on my nephew’s bed. I briefly worried about leaving a wet spot, then decided I didn’t care. I was so fucking horny I’d lost all good sense. That’s when I heard the porch door slam and I knew Scotty was home. I still had enough sense left to pull my pants back up and pretend like I was gathering laundry from his hamper.

“Oh, hey, Aunt Dee…”

Could he tell how flustered I was? See the blush that was starting to make me sweat? Would he notice his hidden treasures has been moved and figure out I’d been prying? My mind was in a spin. I had the irrational fear that he would be able to see my clit pulsing through my pants.

“Just doing a load…of laundry! A load of laundry.” Calm the fuck down. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ll get out of your way so you can…do whatever it is you want to do…y’know…”

“You okay, Aunt Dee? You seem a little…” He checked out my boobs. I definitely saw him checking out my boobs!

“No, it’s nothing.” I gathered some foul-smelling items from his hamper, dropping more than I gathered. “I just know what kids your age like to do as soon as they get home from school, so I’ll let you get to it…um…yeah…”

“What are you talking about?” He chuckled and dropped his book bag with a heavy thud. I noticed how he just happened to place the bag to block the drawer that currently held his mother’s dirty panties.

“It’s just, well, I know what I did right when I got home from school every day. I can’t imagine kids have changed all that much since I was a teenager. So I’ll leave you alone. I’m sure you don’t want your old auntie hanging around while you…while you jerk off.”

My stomach lurched and my heart dropped. They met somewhere in the middle and the world ceased to be real. I was in a dream. This HAD to be a dream. There was no fucking way on God’s green earth that I just said that to my nephew.

“I…” he started, wide-eyed, his face turning as red as mine must have been.

“Sorry! Forget I said that! Just do…whatever…don’t pay any attention to me!”

“But, wait…that’s what you did every day when you got home from school?”

Should I lie? Run out of the room? Say he heard me wrong? Or just try to ignore the bulge that was starting to grow in his shorts…?

“Um…well, we all do it…did it…when we were young and…y’know…horny.”

“Ha, I never thought about you being horny before, Aunt Dee. You must have been real horny to do it every day after school. Even I skip a day sometimes just to…well, whatever…”

“Right. Okay, sorry, I’ll, uh…be somewhere else now…” For some reason I couldn’t remember which direction the door was! “Unless…you do…um, want me to stay.” I almost screamed when I heard myself suggest that.

“Stay? Like, you mean…while I…?”

“Jerk off. Yes.” My whole body was shaking. I’d lost control. My mouth was taking the lead, saying all the insanely filthy things I was thinking. And I wasn’t even drunk! “I’m guessing you’re pretty proud of your…thing…your, um, cock. I know boys your age like to show it off. At least…” Shut up! What was I doing? “At least you father did…like to show it off, I mean. He used to pay me two dollars to watch him jack off when we were younger.” Why was I telling my nephew this! I’d never told anyone about that in my entire life. Why couldn’t I stop talking?

“I don’t have two dollars,” he said dejectedly. “I could…” he looked around his room as if some money might magically appear. “I could owe you.”

“No, Scotty, I’m not asking you to pay me.” Is he really considering this? Too good to be true. “If you let me watch you play with your cock, I wouldn’t expect anything from you. Just…that it would just be our secret. We wouldn’t want your parents to know what horny perverts we are, would we?”

“No…” his eye flicked to the drawer where his mom’s dirty panties were hidden. Did he suspect I already knew? He licked his lips and shifted nervously. “Should…should I get naked?”

“Hell, yes! Get as naked as you want, but I’m going to have to keep my clothes on, just in case your mom comes home early. We can’t both be trying to get dressed before she catches us.”

“Okay, yeah, good idea.” He quickly fought his way out of his shirt and began working on his belt and pants. It was adorable how much his hands were shaking and he rushed to shuck off his clothes. I realized that I might be the first female other than his mother to see him naked. I was delighted when I saw that his cock was almost fully erect when it popped out of his underpants. I let out a little squeal. There was no way he couldn’t see that my clit was practically pounding a hole right through my panties!

“Oh, Scotty, I…thank you. I’m so horny right now I can’t even tell you.” I took a deep breath. “Let’s lie down on the bed, relax, and you just do what you would normally do…y’know, when you masturbate.”

It took a few awkward seconds for us to coordinate ourselves and get arranged comfortably on his bed. I noticed his breathing was quick and shallow, as was mine. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be doing this. I seriously shouldn’t be doing any of this! My mind struggled, but my body wasn’t giving any ground. Now that I’d seen his cock in the flesh, there was no way I wasn’t going to go through with what I’d started. I needed to see my nephew cum like I’d never needed anything in my life. I was horrible and I knew it.

“So…just, like…”

“Pretend like I’m not even here. Stroke your cock, play with your balls, pinch your nipples, whatever it is you do when you’re horny.”

Scotty nodded, and gave a nervous laugh. I’m sure this was as surreal for him as it was for me. “O…okay. Here goes…” He gripped his nice, long shaft and began stroking slowly, as if he was half expecting me to scold him for being a dirty boy and slap his hand away from his cock. This, of course, was about the furthest thing from my mind right then.

My eyes were fixed on his cockhead. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to rub it on my bare nipples, made slippery by his pre-cum. I wanted to feel it between my pussy lips pushing open my vagina. I couldn’t stop smiling. Nor could I remember the last time I was so happy.

“Did you see any hot girls at school today? Is that why you’re so horny?”

“Mmm hmm, Jessica Lee.”

“And you want to fuck her?”

“Oh, yeah…she has the cutest ass ever…”

“What would you say to her if she was here right now?”

“Oooh, Jessica…I want to fuck you…” His hand began moving faster. This made my pussy clench, but I was afraid he would finish too quickly.

“What if she pulled up her skirt and she had no panties on? She turns around, bends over, and spreads her cute little ass cheeks. You can see everything. What would you do?”

“I…I would…I’m sorry, Aunt Dee, but I would stick my face in there and…”

I tried not to laugh at how embarrassed he was to say what he was thinking out loud in front of me while he was openly jacking his cock as I watched.

“And…lick her pussy?” I offered.

“Yeah…lick her…pussy,” he groaned.

“And shove your tongue in her asshole?”

“What!?”

I had to laugh. Maybe I’d let myself go too far. “Didn’t know your Auntie had such a dirty mind, did you?”

“No…but it’s hot…keep going!”

“Jessica starts moaning like crazy when you suck her pretty little asshole. Your cock is harder than ever before. Then she says the words you’ve been dying to hear…”

“What? What does she say, Aunt Dee?”

I lean close to his ear and whisper, “Fuck me.” I reach down and tickle my nephew’s bouncing balls. He jumps at first, then relaxes and opens his legs wide enough for me to cup them in my hands and gently massage him. “She spreads herself for you and shows you her horny cunt hole. She wants your cock, Scotty. Jessica wants you to fuck her. What are you going to do?”

“I…I’m going to shove it in her!”

“Shove what in her what?”

I’m…I’m going to shove my cock in her pussy!”

“In her cunt?”

“Yes! I’m going to fuck her cunt! I’m going to fuck Jessica’s cunt!” His hips jerked up off the mattress and thick lines of white boy jizz jetted from his cock. I found myself squealing again, and clapping, as I watched spurt after spurt arc from the tip of his dick and stripe his chest and belly with pearly cum.

Scotty writhed and moaned as he milked his cock. I realized I was holding my breath, but found I couldn’t do anything about it. All I needed to live was to see my nephew making himself orgasm. He pumped his cock up into his fist, clearly pretending that he was fucking his little girlfriend in his imagination.

“That’s it, fuck her,” I whispered. “Fuck that slutty little cunt of hers. She loves it. She loves getting fucked by your big, hard cock.”

Scotty groaned and collapsed down onto his bed. His whole body seemed to vibrate next to me. I was surprised to find that my eyes were filling up with tears. I felt so privileged that he shared that with me that I was on the verge of crying like a sentimental fool. I’d seen guys jerk off before, but it was never like this. I loved my sweet nephew more than ever before. No matter what, we would always have this special moment that was just ours. I pulled his head toward me and kissed him on the temple.

“That was so sexy,” I told him. I tried to resist my next impulse, but failed. I leaned over and licked the bit of cum that had fallen across his nipple. This lead to another lick, and another. Somewhere in my head a voice was telling me to stop, but I couldn’t. I had no choice.

“Okay, you had your fun,” I said as I yanked open my pants. “Now it’s my turn.”

I let Scotty pull off my sweater and undo my bra and I kicked off my jeans and yanked down my panties. At first he watched with awed silence as I masturbated myself in a mad frenzy. My fingers were everywhere, clit, asshole, nipples, vagina. “Play with my tits, Scotty! Play with your Aunt Dee’s big fucking titties!”

He jumped at his chance and grabbed my flailing boobs with both hands. His fingers poked into my soft flesh. It hurt, but in a good way. I loved that he’d been dreaming about touching breasts probably for years, and now that he had a real pair he didn’t quite know what to do with them. So damned cute!

“That was so hot, Scotty. I’m sorry, but you made me so horny that I have to cum. Watch me cum, Scotty, watch me make my cunt cum!”

He latched onto one of my nipples with his mouth. I heard someone scream in delight, then realized it was me. It was like I was a kid again, and this was my first time. The magic of youthful discover was there just like the first time I’d been with a boy. Only this time the boy was my sister’s kid! “Yes, Scotty! Suck that big fat titty! Make me cum!”

I was losing my mind. I’d had sex with my husband the night before, but it felt like it had been months. Every part of my body was alive and begging to be touched. Even if my sister had walked into the room right at that moment I wouldn’t have been able to stop. Oh God, what had I gotten myself into?

“Am I doing it right, Aunt Dee?”

“Huh?”

“Is this how it’s supposed to go?”

Only then did I realize Scotty was inside me. My nephew had gotten on top of me and had his cock in my pussy. My instinct was to push him off, but as my pussy clenched tight around his erection I knew I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Yes! Yes, Scotty, you’ve got it. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”

“This feels amazing, Aunt Dee! It’s better than anything!”

“Oh, God, fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt has hard as you can!”

My nephew responded by pumping into me faster.

“Harder,” I insisted, lifting up to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me harder!”

He wasn’t sure at first, but he tried to give me what I was begging for.

“Yes! That’s it! As hard as you can!”

His fear of hurting me slowly dissipated as he rammed his cock into my cunt with increasing force. He had yet to learn a woman’s vagina wasn’t the delicate little flower it appeared to be.

“Like this!” he demanded through gritted teeth. “You want me to fuck you like this?”

Our flesh was slapping together loudly, my legs were in the air, the angle was perfect, his cock was perfect, and he was fucking me like a bat out of hell. Fucking perfect!

My cries could have been heard from downstairs, probably from outside, and maybe even from the neighbors’ houses. It didn’t matter. Even the thought that I could go to jail for this didn’t make me consider stopping – not even for a second. I was going to cum on my nephew’s stiff, young cock no matter what.

“I’m going to cum,” Scotty warned with heavy breaths.

“Go ahead, baby! Fill your auntie’s cunt! Cum in Aunt Dee’s slutty, fucking cunt! Give it to me! I want it all!”

Scotty whimpered and slammed into me as hard as he could. The disturbing reality that my own flesh and blood, my brother’s son, my very own nephew was shooting a load of potent cum deep into my cunt set me off like nothing else ever had in my entire life. I was about to have the mother of all orgasms…or was it the auntie of all orgasms?

As loud as I was screaming before, the intensity was doubled. There was a whoosh of pleasure that rushed up from deep in my groin and raced through my body directly into my brain. I could easily have blacked out if I hadn’t been holding onto consciousness so tightly, not wanting to miss a single moment of this experience. I’d been fucked plenty of times by more than a few men, but it had never been like this. The combination of lust and sin and forbidden pleasure was beyond anything I could have imagined.

I hated myself for what I was doing, but at the same time…I knew I was going to do it again…

and again…

But, just to make sure, before I went home later that evening, I made sure to leave my pussy-soaked panties behind under Scotty’s pillow so he could compare my dirty undies to his mom’s. I had a pretty good feeling who was going to win that contest.

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