Self-Sucking Sissy 3

I finally published the 3rd part of Self-Sucking Sissy at LushStories. I’m still unhappy with the admins at Lush, but I don’t want to punish the readers there for the sins of those in charge. I was planning on chapter 3 being the end of the series, but I’m afraid I might need to do at least 2 more to bring it to a proper conclusion. We shall see. In the meantime, pop over to stupid Lush and give the chapter a 5 rating just to spite the bastards. If you don’t want to give them the satisfaction, I’ll have the chapter posted here at the blog in a week or two.

Also, I screwed up when I posted His Taboo Cock 2 and forgot to tick off the box for comments. I’ve fixed it now (thanks to an alert reader), and if you wanted to leave a comment for Linda you can (and please do!).

His Taboo Cock 2

An experience shared by Linda

The follow up to His Taboo Cock

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Author’s Note:

I wrote to Rachael separately about the emotional side and how it’s come to a natural and smooth ending. I think it’s best to include that, so you the reader get a better understanding of how the whole taboo relationship played out in terms of the psychological and emotional side.

Rachael’s Note:

I’ve included the text of her e-mail at the end of this part of the story.

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You will recall in the first part I described how it all got started with me and my son. Following that first night, he would come to my room at night and slip under the covers, expecting another blowjob from me!

After a few minutes of lying next to each other, the anticipation building in each of our minds (and bodies), I would slide down under the covers and suck his cock.

When he finished off in my mouth, I would slide back up to my pillow. After a short while, he would go back to his room without either of us having spoken a word. I would then proceed to jam my fingers in my dripping pussy and make myself cum.

With each passing day we both were desperate to fuck, but didn’t have the guts to take the plunge (pun intended).

I wanted him to eat my pussy, but couldn’t say it. I knew he was afraid to ask. What if I thought it was a step too far? I, too, held back wondering what if he felt it was too much.

During the day we would carry on as normal without any mention of what we were doing every night!

I felt it would tip over the edge eventually, but as the mother I would have to take the initiative.

With taboo thoughts racing through my mind through the whole day, I went back on the pill the very first day after I had sucked him off. Evil I know! I just had the feeling if it did go that far, I wanted it to happen without added hesitation and awkwardness of fumbling with a condom.

It had almost been two weeks since the first episode. I planned to make some move to venture into the uncharted waters of engaging in the ultimate taboo act.

I needed to give some overt indication that I’d let him fuck me.

The evening I decided to make my desires known to him we had dinner, and watched some TV before I told him I was heading to bed. I knew he would soon follow, but this time instead of everything happening with our usual silent understanding, I said, “I’m off to bed. Will you be long?”

I just wanted to nudge it in the direction of being more open about what we were doing. To which he calmly responded that he’ll be there in a few minutes.

The anticipation of that night was sky high.

I went to bed with my usual nightie on, but took off my panties before I lay under the covers. My heart was racing imagining what I’d planned on doing to break the barrier to fucking. Instead of lying quietly and waiting for him to leave before masturbating, I would start to play with my pussy while he was still there next to me.

I wanted to drop him a strong hint that I wanted more.

That night I sucked his cock, and then lay next to him with us both panting.

After about five minutes, with the sheet still over me, I had to force myself to be bold. I pulled my nightie up, opened my legs a bit, and started to finger myself. It might sound silly that this was as difficult as it was for me after having been giving my son blowjobs every night, but it felt like a big step…and a huge risk.

I started to moan and made it obvious I was fingering myself. My heart was racing, not just from feeling so horny, but would I scare him away? I really wanted him to make a move on me.

It had been a few minutes of fingering my pussy before I had my first orgasm, and I got a bit vocal as I climaxed.

My son, upon hearing this, suddenly went from lying quietly next to me as he always had (even when getting a blowjob), into a man who seemed to have got all the encouragement he needed to spring into action.

I wanted him to take charge. And he did! Much more than I had ever imagined!

In what felt like an overwhelming sense of surrendering to our intense carnal desires, he yanked the cover off us both, to reveal himself naked. And there I was lying on my back with my nightie yanked up only just covering my tits.

My legs were slightly parted, when my son used his strong hands on the underside of my knees and pushed them high up towards my tits and spread my legs open to expose me completely.

In a hurried manner he started hungrily eating my now completely soaking pussy. His tongue periodically darted into my cunt, and it left me moaning and panting loudly.

I suddenly whispered between moans, “Oh, fuck me.” Although the room was dark there was just enough light coming in through a side window where I could see.

My son got on his knees and his rock-hard cock was pointing at me between my open thighs.

My head was reeling, and I blurted out: “Fuck Mummy’s cunt.” He slid his cock in me and made me yelp when I felt the full force of his strong thrust.

The following few minutes, with me getting more and more vocal, the sounds of him fucking me were echoing through the room. I felt waves of orgasms flow through my body.

The one cock in the world that shouldn’t be sliding into me was the one plunging deep into my now very slippery and creamy cunt. And it felt so amazing. The only thing I wanted was for my son to fill me inside.

There was a frenzied manner in which he was fucking me, and as he was close to cumming he fucked me harder. The slapping sounds of us fucking filled our room making me cry out in ecstasy. I managed to tell him between gasps of breath to cum inside me. He pounded my pussy a few seconds before he let out a loud manly cry as he sent hot spurts of cum deep in my cunt, leaving me trembling.

We both collapsed at the end and stayed in bed all night. Only after a good while did I break the silence with: “That was amazing.”

The following day was the first time we spoke about what we’d done. We agreed it would have to be our secret to take to our graves! No one would understand, nor approve.

We had many conversations since, and we carried on our sexual relationship for around a year and a half. The only reason we were able to carry on was because we both dealt with it in a purely sexual way. There were no feelings which crossed over into us being a “couple.” We thrived on the taboo nature of our sex, making it the best and most intense fucking I’ve ever enjoyed.

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Hi Rachael,

Good to hear from you. Two months ago, my son went abroad for a great job. I wanted him to have a normal relationship we both agreed as we had initially, what we had was a secret and taboo sexual relationship. As scared as I was when it all got started a couple of years ago, in terms of emotions…we had lengthy discussions about neither of us seeing each other emotionally as a romantic “couple.” That would be ridiculous.

We were both, thankfully, on the same page. With him going abroad it made the break much easier. Do I miss him…obviously, as a mum. Do I miss the incredible sex…oh yes! But we never felt like “lovers”…emotionally. Had either of us felt like that we would have stopped it.

It’s a very secret episode in our lives that we’ll take to our grave!

I have recently started seeing a nice guy a few years younger than me. It’s going well. My son has also got himself a girlfriend, which I’m happy about.

The strange thing is our dynamic of mum/son, in terms of me having the “authority” over him, was never in jeopardy. But for about a year and a half, when it came to the bedroom…it always felt like stepping into another reality. Strangely removed from the real world and “normal feelings.”

Emotionally both of us, I guess, somehow felt we were just making each other “feel better physically.”

The boundaries, both emotionally and psychologically, seemed to naturally fall into place in both our minds. Even though it all started without words, we did eventually have talks about it.

The sex felt like something “other”…not sure if I’m expressing it accurately for you to understand. But since you have the “taboo” mind too, maybe you will. I’ve read your posts about your daughters…and what was clear to me is that you have all the exact normal motherly love and affection for them…but in some “compartmentalized” way sexual and taboo thoughts or fantasies roam. With me of course, it went that step further!

But maybe you understand the psychological aspect better?

I think in some ways we both felt…like you might feel (I know you love your hubby so wouldn’t do it…but just as an example)…if you went on an all-girls trip far away and ended up having a sexual fling with someone…but never even considered it hindering your normal relationship once you got back from the trip.

Don’t know if I’m explaining this well at all…sigh :)

Anyway, this is not part of the follow up story. If however you feel what I’ve said is something you want to include, that’s fine. You can tag it on and edit it as you see fit.

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Linda,

Obviously that was something I HAD to include. Your story, as sexy and arousing as it is, is only enhanced by giving us an intimate insight into your feelings and thoughts about it all. One of the things I’m often told by my dear readers is how much they appreciate my openness and honesty about my own sexual feelings, and seeing an example of this in your desire to share your “secret episode” with us all has really driven that home for me.

Thank you so much for telling us about your experience and allowing us into your private world. Where most of us can only fantasize, it’s a real treat to be able to live vicariously through those who have been lucky (and bold) enough to have made such an erotically taboo connection.

Hugz,
Rachael

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Into the Deep End

I finished changing into my swim trunks and headed for Aunt Judy’s new pool. When I turned the corner I stopped in my tracks. There my aunt was, on the floor blocking the sliding door, naked with her legs pulled up and practically behind her head. I couldn’t move. Should I look away? Run away? Was I seeing something I wasn’t supposed to? Did she forget I was there? What the fuck was going on? Was that really her naked, clean-shaved pussy I was staring straight at?

“Hey, Charlie,” she said in a totally chill voice. “What d’ya think? Is your old auntie as sexy as you thought?”

“I…uh…yeah…but…” I felt my cock standing up in my trunks. The way her eyes went there let me know it was too late to bother trying to hide my boner. And, what would be the point? She sure as hell wasn’t hiding anything.

“No need to be shy, sweetie. I’ve seen how you’ve been checking me out in my bikini all week. The new pool has really turned out to be an exciting addition, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah…” I got distracted by her tits. I’d been trying to picture what her nipples were like ever since I first came over to try out the pool, and came back every day since. Now there they were on display. “I guess so…”

“It has been for me.” She looked down at her own nakedness as if to confirm the truth of what she was saying. “You may not have noticed, but I’ve been checking you out, too. Do you even realize that when you come out of the water that your swimsuit clings to your cock so I can see what it looks like.” She flexed her pussy and some of her juices leaked out and ran down over her exposed asshole. “And I can see how big it is.” Her eyes dropped back down to my hard-on. “Well, I should say how big it could be.” She licked her lips.

“Okay…wow…what, ah…” I had to look around to see if I was being set up for something.

“Your uncle went out. He’ll be gone for at least an hour. Will that be enough time?”

“Time…for what?”

“For you to lose your virginity? That is, if you want. You do like women, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah – a lot! But…”

“But nothing, young man. Pull off those trunks and get down here with me.”

I was following her orders before I even thought about how this was my mother’s sister. All I knew is the sexiest woman in my world was there in front of me naked, legs spread, and wet as anything, telling me I could fuck her. It didn’t matter who she was at that point, my cock needed to be in that pussy!

I got down on top of her, too nervous to say anything. Was this really going to happen?

“Now find my hole with that big cock of yours…no…almost…up…a little more…there…right there, feel it? Now just push…nice and slow…all the way…keep going…deep as you can…ahh, yes…”

“This feels amazing…” was all I could whimper as I pressed myself into my aunt’s incredibly warm, wet, soft pussy. “I’m not a virgin anymore…” God, what a dumb thing to say!“You’re only halfway there, stud. You’re in, but you still need to do some fucking before it’s official.” My aunt smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek. “So…go ahead and fuck me,” she demanded in a raspy whisper.

I’d seen it done in movies, and I’d humped my pillow often enough, but I wasn’t really sure how it was supposed to work with a real woman. I moved so my dick went in and out, and tried to put a wiggle into it thinking that would feel good for her. I was about to thrust into her for the third time when that familiar feeling began to tingle. Only it wasn’t the same familiar feeling – it was about ten times more intense! And there was no holding back.

“I’m gonna c-uh-uh-uhhhh-mmmm,” I tried to warn her but it was happening before I could finish. My whole body spasmed and I could feel the cum pumping up and out of my cock. It was pumping straight into a real live pussy. Was she going to be mad at me? Was I supposed to do that?

“Oh, yes…come inside me…fill my cunt…shoot it in me!” Instead of being mad or disappointed my aunt was thrashing around, her head going from side to side, her legs clamping around me and the heels of her hooker shoes dug into my ass as she pulled me into her. It felt like I came twice as much as I do when I’m beating off by myself. I thought I wouldn’t ever stop.

“I’m cumming,” I repeated pathetically, and gave a few more thrusts into her.

“Oh, yes, fuck my ever loving cunt, baby!” She then began to rock her hips really fast under me. I held still and let her fuck my cock like crazy until seconds later she was screaming and thrashing again. Was she getting orgasms from fucking my dick? Maybe. I didn’t move and let her finish.

She was breathing harder than me when it all quieted down. I definitely wasn’t a virgin anymore. If mom ever found out I’d be dead. I just fucked her younger sister. Sure, it was her idea, but I didn’t say no. I was in so much trouble, but I almost didn’t care.

“That was amazing,” she said as her entire body went limp. “I can’t remember the last time I was fucked like that.” I didn’t really feel like I did all that much, but as long as she was happy. My aunt tightened her pussy muscles and pushed my slickened cock out of her, making a slurpy noise down there as she did. “It was quick, but that’s not surprising for your first time.” She reached up and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Next time you’ll last a little longer.”

Next time? With her, or did she mean the next time I was with some other girl? I didn’t want to sound lame and ask. Instead I looked down between us. All kinds of stuff was leaking out her pussy now. My cum, her cum, her pussy juices, and whatever else there was. It was making a big wet spot on the carpet, but she didn’t seem to care. My mom would have been freaking out over the mess.

“Now why don’t you go jump in the pool.” Aunt Judy pulled me down and kissed me. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was the first one with tongue. “I’ll clean up and be right out to join you.”

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Masturbation Schedule

Sorry about this, but yet another post about my masturbation habits.  Hopefully it’s not getting too boring for all of you.

Yeah, so things have changed a lot with the move.  I didn’t realize how much until a reader sent an email asking about when I usually pleasure myself these days.  Back home I had a few restrictions on when I could enjoy a bit of solo play time, but here the options are much more limited. 

First of all, we don’t have a car.  Getting around the city has been no big deal – awesome public transit systems here – but the problem is that I no longer have those precious few minutes alone in the car after dropping the girls off at school, or driving home from the grocery story, to diddle myself.  It’s something I would only do, maybe, once or twice a month, and I just took these little moments of self -indulgence for granted.  I do frequently get the urge to touch myself while on the subway, but that’s not usually a practical option.  Maybe I have a transportation fetish of some kind…?

During the days when the girls are in school and hubby is at work, I’m free to be as naked and as pervy as I want with myself.  These days are the best, and as much as I love my family, I also love when they’re gone and I can let it all hang out.  Though uncommon, I have spent the better part of such days doing all sorts of naughty things with myself.  It brings me back to when I was a teen and I was on my own in the house knowing no one would be home for a while.  Such a feeling of freedom walking around nude and sticking whatever catches my eye into my perpetually wet pussy.  Yes, I fucked just about every candle my mom ever bought back in those days.

When school is out, or hubby is “working” from home, things are more difficult.  I’ve found that I usually retreat to the locked-door safety of the bathroom.  Yes, the old standby.  It works well when I’m primed (i.e. horny) and can rub one out quickly.  The problem is that the toilet is not all that “romantic” and so it can take me a while to get there if I’m starting from zero.  Just as I’m building toward something, reaching the climax of my fantasy, that’s inevitably when the knock on the door comes with one of my girls letting me know she wants to show me something, or asking what’s taking so long, or (usually) tattling on her sister.  These interruptions are often a show stopper.

This problem is usually avoided if I masturbate while I’m showering (alone).  The shower gives me a built-in excuse for what’s taking so long.  The issue is that it’s not always the most comfortable way to get myself off.  The shower head can be effective, but it’s more the standing position that bothers me (remember, no tubs here).  I’m always paranoid that I’m going to slip and whack my head, then my family will find me unconscious and naked with half my hand crammed up my pussy.

I also worry about my orgasm.  If it’s too intense my knees are going to go all wobbly and I might end up falling over and hurting myself.  Maybe silly, I know, but these are the thoughts that keep me from really letting loose in the shower.  On the plus side, it makes it super easy to slip a soapy finger in my asshole while I’m playing with my pussy – no need to worry about finding the lube or cleaning up afterward.

Of course, I’m able to masturbate with hubby just about whenever I want.  Not the same as going at it solo, but still a different kind of fun – not better or worse, just different.  We’ve been doing the mutual masturbation thing a lot more lately than we did at home, and I didn’t consider why until I began thinking about this topic.  I guess I’m making up for my lessened ability to self-pleasure by resorting to shared pleasure.  We watch each other beat off at least once or twice a week now.  He loves staring between my legs as I play with myself, and I adore watching him stroke his hard cock as he gazes worhipfully at my cunt. And I love the feeling of his warm cum splattering on my bare skin (be it my tummy, tits, pussy, face, or ass).

Otherwise, I will sneak in a quickie whenever the chance presents itself.  Hubby took the girls to the playground across the street the other day and as soon as they were out the door I found myself humping the arm of the sofa.  I was all charged up after doing some writing earlier that day, and was dying for an orgasm.  It took me less than a minute to get myself off and it felt amazing, though I was slightly disappointed that I came so fast.

The other disappointment is not having access to my toy collection.  As I mentioned in an earlier post, I was afraid to pack all my vibrating “marital aids” and bring them through customs.  I assumed it would be easier than it is to buy new ones here.  Yes, I have been getting by with substitutes, but it’s not the same.  I guess there’s something about using a purpose made fuck toy as opposed to an improvised orgasmic device (I.O.D. in military parlance) that makes the experience more of a turn on.  The local cock cucumbers and ass carrots are workable options, but not as sexy as my life-like rubber cock, double-dildo, or assortment of anatomically designed butt plugs.

I suppose at the end of the day I don’t have anything to bitch about.  I’m still able to get myself off at least once or twice a day (if not more).  It might not be as easy as it was back home, but maybe the challenge only makes it more of a thrill when I do manage to get away with it.  I do sometimes fantasize about how nice it would be to just be able to drop my pants in the middle of the living room, with my family all around doing homework or watching TV, pull my panties down, and start openly fingering myself without a care in the world.  But, at the same time, there’s something to be said about keeping masturbation a furtive, private act done in hiding infused with the fear of being caught.  Yeah…that’s how it needs to be, and it’s what makes the fantasy so much more exciting.

Do you have a set wanking schedule, or is it more of an opportunistic, jack-it-as-you-can situation?

Bad Sex?

Someone who wrote to me recently asked if I’d had any good sex lately. Of course, I had – but it got me thinking. Had I ever had any “bad” sex? Is there really any such thing as bad (consensual) sex? I suppose there must be, but I can’t say I’ve ever had anything I would class as actual bad sex.

I’m sure the sex I had with my high school boyfriend wasn’t particularly good by objective standards, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I chalk all that awkward, fumbling, toothy stuff up to the sexual learning curve and treat it as practice before the “big game.” As clumsy and embarrassing as some of those sexual experiences were, I had nothing but fun at the time. If you asked me back then, I was a sexy sex goddess who thought she knew way more than I did at the time. But, while it wasn’t expert-level sex by any means, I never felt that it was bad.

During my couple of college romances, I had sex that didn’t result in an orgasm for me. This could have been because my partner wasn’t all that practiced with his pussy-fu, or more often than not an attempt to get it on while one of us (usually him) was too wasted to get me where I needed to go. While frustrating, I can’t say it was all bad. Even though the journey didn’t get me where I wanted to be, it was still a fun ride. And I was never upset that I had to sneak out of bed to finish myself off. In fact, there were some times when I enjoyed that more than the sex itself!

When I started having sex with the man who would become my one and only, he pretty much rang my bell right out of the gate. He knew just how to take care of me and I haven’t had anything close to bad sex since then. He has, on occasion, “forced” me to have sex while I was sick. Despite my protests, it always ended up being better than expected. And I can’t use the “Not tonight, honey, I have a headache” excuse because he’s learned that fucking me usually results in curing my headache. There have been nights where we’re horny but too tired to do it (especially when the girls were babies), but the fact that we are both content to masturbate together and call it a night has proven to be a perfect solution for that.

So, yeah, I’ve had some good sex lately. But only because all my sex is good in one way or another. Even if I haven’t had sex with hubby in a while, I’ve had good sex with myself – probably within the past few hours. I did worry when I started writing porn that masturbating too much would spoil my sex life – and perhaps result in some bad, or at least unsatisfying sex, but that hasn’t been the case. Masturbating one, or two, or often three times a day hasn’t diminished my sex drive – and I could probably make the argument that it may have increased it. Fingers are fine, but sometimes you just need a hard cock in there to feel truly satisfied.

That’s me. How about you? Is anyone out there having bad sex?