Open Door Policy 35

Open Door Policy 35
by DirtyMindedMom

I sat at our little dining table, which was tucked in the space between our kitchen and the door to the apartment. I sipped my coffee slowly, naked under my robe, waiting for Vera to join me. She was usually the first one up in the morning, but the kids had already all gone to school and she was only beginning to stir. I suspected I knew why she was up so late based on what I’d heard last night through the wall between my bedroom and hers.

Vera finally shuffled in to our tiny kitchenette and went straight to the coffee pot. Her hair was a tangled mess, and she had on nothing but a pair of gym shorts – a pair of her daughter’s judging from how tight they were. Her big tits were sagging free and bare. I had to admit, it was a beautiful sight first thing in the morning. I stared at her boobs swaying gently as she poured herself a cup and pulled down the package of Oreo’s from the top shelf of one of the cabinets.

She sat down and smiled weakly at me as she noticed where my attention was centered. Vera tossed her hair back over her shoulder to make sure I had an unobstructed view of her broad, dark nipples. She was such a thoughtful friend.

“I never realized how amazing tits could be until you came into my life,” I said unexpectedly. I forced my gaze up to my friend’s face. “Sorry. But if you’re going to walk around like that then I can’t be held responsible for what I say…or do…” I reached out and tweaked one of her nipples. She didn’t shy away at all, which gave me a warm feeling all over. Yes, my corruption of this otherwise decent lady was complete, but maybe it wasn’t as bad of a thing as I’d convinced myself it was.

“It okay,” she said with a hint of a sigh. “I like how you look on me. It make me feel good when you do.” There was a sadness in her voice that couldn’t be missed.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, putting my hand on hers, not knowing if I wanted to hear the answer.

She paused for a long few seconds, searching for the words. “Yes. Many things wrong.”

Could she be feeling guilty about what happened with the boys last week? Or what we did with Valerie a few days back? Everything had seemed pretty normal lately. No one had said anything about either incident one way or the other. There was some occasional awkwardness here and there, but it was usually cleared up with a knowing smile or a friendly nudge. Gary and I had masturbated together a few times in the privacy of our room, and I had shared the bathroom with Val yesterday while she was showering, but nothing out of the ordinary had gone on as far as I knew.

“I stay up late last night to watch the TV.” Vera looked around as if seeking a way to escape. I squeezed her hand to let her know it was okay. “When I go to my room, I see Cris and Valencia…”

I had feeling I knew what was coming. “And they weren’t asleep?”

Vera looked down and slowly shook her head. “They both awake. The two of them both naked.” She tried to look me in the eyes, but failed and kept her head bowed. “They both doing sex together.”

“Playing with themselves?” I offered.

“No. They do the real sex.” It was clear Vera was holding back tears. “My son was lie down. My Valencia on top of him. She bounce up and down with his penis into her pussy. They fuck.”

“Oh. Well…she did say that’s what she wanted,” I said not knowing if that would make things better or worse. “And you told her that’s what you wanted also…”

Vera nodded slightly, reaching for a napkin to dab her increasingly wet eyes.

“I know, I know. But only was talk. To see that…to see it be real…” Despite her distress, I couldn’t help but notice how her nipples stiffened as she recalled what she’d seen last night.

“But that’s not all,” I prompted, knowing there was more.

“They look scared for me to catch them doing the fuck. They stop move and just wait to find out if I angry.” She took a deep breath, causing those magnificent breasts to rise and fall invitingly. “But I not angry. I think about what it is you do if you see this happen. I put down my pants and say to them to keep doing. They look to each other, no sure what to do. So next I pull down my underwears and touch my pussy with my fingers. I say again to them to go and keep to do the fuck.”

I didn’t know if she was trying to thank me or blame me for this. Either way I could feel myself getting wet. I tried to allow her tell the story at her own pace, but I was afraid she’d let it end there. “Then what happened?”

“Then…Valencia lean back so I see how her brother cock going inside her. She bounce on him again. I see my son penis go in and out from my daughter cunt. It…it…”

Her sob came out of nowhere and startled me. What was going on with her? Here she was describing a fantasy come true, and so what was with the crying? She choked back a second sob, dried her eyes again, and shook her head as if to clear it. She looked up at me and gave a tight-lipped smile.

“It was beautiful. The most sexy thing I see in my life. They both love each other from when they was little, and now they grow up and love with the sex. It make me so horny. But so wrong. So very wrong.” She put her hands together as if in prayer. Her lips moved with silent words, then she dropped her hands in exasperation. “God no listen to me now. What do I think…”

“But there was more,” I said, knowing this was the truth but feeling a bit bad about forcing the story out of her in spite of the pain she was going through.

She got a far off look of remembrance, and nodded again. “I fall down on my knees and rub my pussy and watch my children fuck. I love them, and know they do bad, but I no tell them stop. I say to them keep going and go harder. Valencia fuck him faster and say to me how it feel good to her…how her brother big cock feel so good in her pussy. I want to feel him in my cunt too, but I only watch and touch my pussy.”

I squirmed in my seat wanting to do exactly that – touch my throbbing clit and sopping pussy.

“I go crazy with the lust. I no care about anything. My Cris no wear a condom for to fuck with his sister, but I don’t care. You and you son in the next room, and I don’t care. I take off my shirt so I am naked with them. I lean down and kiss my son on his lips. He kiss me back with his tongue. I should stop, but I no do that.”

She was rolling a thick nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she spoke. I don’t think she even realized she was doing it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tucked a hand into my robe and sought out my spot. Oh, that felt good.

Vera continued, her voice becoming huskier as she went on. “After we stop the kiss, I put my tits to hang down in his face. I put one on his mouth. I make him suck my nipple. It feel nice, but better because he my son, you know?”

“Yes, of course I know,” I rushed to assure her that I understood what that had been like. There’s the physical sensation, which is great, but then there’s the kicker of that psychological sensation of doing something clearly so forbidden yet so satisfying.

“Cris suck on both my nipple, and while sister fuck his cock. It make me go wild in my head. I get up, and with no ask him, I get over on his face. I spread my lips open to him for to see. I no force him, but he move his head up and lick me there. That what I want him to do, and he do more. He suck my clit and lick my pussy. He put tongue in my hole and I fuck his face like the way the whore slut do.”

Vera paused, noticing that my arm was moving in a way that told her what I was up to inside my robe. She just smiled, leaned back, and slipped a hand down the front of her shorts. She was obviously already wet herself as two fingers were slipped effortlessly into that hole she was talking about her son’s tongue being in. I followed her lead, leaned back, opened my robe, and spread my legs. We’d been here before, but never quite like this.

“So, you’re fucking your son’s face…” I pressed.

“Yes. He lick and suck me everywhere down there. And I also see his cock fuck in my daughter pussy. And she also see her mama get her pussy lick by her brother. Valencia look at me real happy and nod her head to say she like it and it good. And I think that it good because I’m wild and no think straight. My daughter and me kiss and touch the other one boobs and we fuck ourself on Cris.”

Vera became suddenly frustrated with the limits on her hand movement and yanked her shorts to the side. With her hand free, she began masturbating herself furiously, pounding two fingers into her cunt hole making a loud, wet slapping noise. I added to the lewd symphony with my own sounds as I rubbed fast circles around my stiff clit with all four fingers, leaving my own hole to give off a rhythmic squelching sound. If someone had walked in right then they’d be treated to one hell of a show!

“Then Valencia tell me about that she going to cum. Her face look so beautiful and so happy. I say to her that I going to cum, too. We kiss again and she gets the orgasm. Her face and chest get all red and her body shake everywhere. This make me so happy that I start to have the cum. Cris suck my clit the way no man do before, and I cum on his face like crazy woman possessed by devil.”

“Ah, so that must be what I heard last night,” I teased as I spread my pussy lips wide for her to see how hot her story was making me. In response, she pulled the flesh of her hood back, brandishing her hugely engorged clit for my benefit. I wanted to go to my knees in front of her right then and suck that thing, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing just as I was about to climax.

“I try to be quiet, but I had to make the noise. It was best orgasm I have in my life.” She tugged on her fat clit thinking about it. “My son suck my cunt and make me have orgasm. It no seem real. But then he going to cum. Valencia get off and grab his cock. She put her mouth on her brother penis and he cum in her mouth.”

Vera gasped at this last part and shoved three fingers into her hole and began roughly fucking herself.

“He cum all the sperms into his sister mouth, then she come to me. My daughter kiss me and when I open my lips to her she let her brother sperms go into my mouth. I want to move away and say no, but I no can do. I take it in my mouth. I let it fall on my tongue. I swallow it down my throat. It taste so good to me. Better than any man sperms. It come from my son penis, and I love it. I swallow and put my tongue into my daughter mouth to get more of the taste.

Vera couldn’t talk at that point. She hunched over in her chair, her hand a blur between her legs, her face screwed up in an expression of sublime suffering. “My babies fuck,” she groaned, never letting up the assault on her clit and hole. “I see them fuck. I play with pussy and watch them fuck. Such bad mother. I like to see my daughter and my son fuck. It make me feel so good in my cunt. I cum so good!”

She was getting loud enough that a neighbor in the hallway outside to door would be able to hear her, but I was too far gone to care. I was so close to coming myself that I didn’t know if I’d be able to keep quiet myself. “Yes! You came on your son’s face! You watched your kids fuck and loved it! I heard you. I heard you cum! Your son ate your pussy and made you cum, Vera! It’s bad. It is. We’re both so fucking bad! But…but we love it! They love it!” My arm was burning as I frigged myself like a mad woman. “Oh, fuck! There’s nothing like it!”

Vera’s body snapped back and her legs stiffen. She lifted her ass up off the chair and thrust her crotch toward me in a brazen display of raw sexuality. She smacked her clit with several sharp slaps before letting out an animal growl and grabbing on to all her pussy meat in a tight fist then let it free. Her face went slack, her eyes became unfocused, and her growl became a wailing moan. “I love it! I love it all! Fuuuuck!”

She humped the air involuntarily as she came. For me, it was all I could do not to slide off my chair as my body convulsed with orgasm. We were both lost in our own worlds of pleasure for an impossibly long stretch. Once our bodies had settled, there was just the sound of heavy panting coming from the two of us. Usually after I make myself cum I’m done for a while, but I already wanted more. I let my fingers drift over my sensitive lips, barely daring to come in contact with my buzzing clit.

Vera was slumped in her chair, head to the side, one hand lightly stroking at the tip of a tit. I had the sense that she wasn’t done yet either. I left her alone with her thoughts of the sins she’d committed the night before with her children. I pitied her the pain, but reveled in her pleasure. She had irrevocably stepped over the line. It was only a matter of time before she fucked her son. This thought brought me up short.

It should have only been a matter of time before I fucked my own son. Why had I been holding back? It almost seemed ridiculous that I hadn’t. We’d masturbated together. He’d eaten my pussy and ass. I’d sucked his cock on many occasions. Swallowed his cum. I couldn’t remember why I’d drawn the line at him putting his beautiful penis in my very willing pussy. I might have begun as a way to deny we were having actual sex. I could tell myself that at least I wasn’t fucking my own son. As if that was a meaningful distinction at this point. I always had the sense that us fucking was inevitable, but I was somehow able to think it was still something off in the future. I slowly dipped a finger into my pussy as I let these thoughts drift through my mind.

But my finger wasn’t enough. All my fingers wouldn’t be enough. The cock of the man from my one night stand hadn’t been enough. As good as it was, even Cris’ cock wasn’t enough. I needed something more. Not something bigger, but more. I needed my son’s cock.

It was time. I needed to fuck my boy.

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9 thoughts on “Open Door Policy 35

  1. Welcome back Rachael, I’ve so been looking forward to your return to our sexual world. I loved this episode thank you so much ?

  2. Delightful. I hope you can keep it up – Of course, I don’t have that problem when reading your stories.

  3. I have spent many nights reading your work while wanking. This chapter is like the rest making me wish the next chapter was ready. The deep if the characters is what sets you above all others.

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