Learning with Sis

A real experience shared by Andy:

I am 57 years old. The story I’m going to tell you happened in the early 1970s.

I come from a large family: 5 older sisters and  3 older and one younger brother.

This true story concerns me and the youngest of my sisters. I was 14, quite tall and athletic for my age. My sister was 17, slim, natural blonde hair, absolutely gorgeous in my eyes and wore the latest fashions, which at that time meant mini-skirts!

My sister and I were both in the house one day, alone. We were both reading, and the way our house was set out at that time there were two chairs opposite each other, either side of the open fire place.

As I was reading my book, I looked over the top of it and a flash of red caught my eye. I looked down and I could see up my sister’s skirt, her red knickers were on show. Hormones exploding!

I continued to stare and then I realised my sister was looking at me. I looked down at the pages of my book again waiting on my sister erupting!

It didn’t happen. After a couple of minutes I sneaked a look upwards again. Sis had fallen asleep. Her eyes were closed and her chin was resting on her collarbone. My eyes ventured down again…

Those red knickers were still on show, and I was sure I could see even more!

I continued to look, glancing up at her face every few seconds to make sure she didn’t awaken.
Then, she started to slide down the seat, and as she did so her skirt went further up her thighs exposing more and more of her knickers! I could now see a line of her crease going up the centre of them as the bulge from her fanny become more and more visible. After a few minutes she was sitting/lying on the seat with her thighs totally exposed and her legs slightly parted.

I got off my seat and knelt on the floor in front of her. I gingerly moved my hand near her. My finger gently brushed her mound. No movement from sis. I then started to rub my finger up and down her slit, through her knickers. Still no movement. I noticed a darker patch on her knickers. I don’t know why, but I then leaned in and kissed her fanny through her knickers. I thought I heard her gasp and looked up at her but she hadn’t moved. I then pulled her knickers to the side and slipped my finger in against her silky blonde bush. I was struck as to how warm she was. And the tip of my finger then touched her bare fanny—

Just at this point the doorbell rang!

I shot up off the floor. My sister jumped up and hurried from the room. The doorbell sounded again and I went to answer it. It was the bloody postman with a parcel! I took delivery of it and returned to the living room. Sis had gone to her room.

After what seemed a long time, but was probably only a few minutes, my sister returned. She asked who was at the door and then sat down opposite me again. Both of us went back to reading books.

After a few minutes I looked up. Sis was asleep, again. Then she slowly started to slide down the seat like before. My eyes were glued to the space between her gorgeous thighs. My eyes must have shot out of my head – no flash of red knickers. My sister was naked beneath her skirt, she had removed them!

At this, all pretence from me went out the window. I was on the floor between her thighs in a shot, lifting her skirt up to her waist to marvel in her glorious blonde bush. I buried my head between her thighs and started to kiss her. The wonderful odour was overwhelming. I was in heaven.

I felt her hands on my head. I looked up and saw my sister smiling down at me.

‘Lick me’ she said. I did as I was told. She moaned slightly, nodded her head and said, ‘Yes, that’s it!’

Over the next five minutes or so my sister positioned my head to where she wanted to be licked. Then her thighs tightened and she gripped my head between them. A sound came from her that I’d never heard before and I felt liquid squirt into my mouth. It was like sweet nectar, and I licked it up greedily. Then suddenly she was pushing me away saying, ‘NO, no, no, that’s enough!’

I have never seen a more serene look in my life as the sight of her lying there smiling. ‘Don’t you dare tell anyone’ she said.

‘I won’t,’ I promised.

In our crowded house, being alone together proved difficult. We both kept looking at each other, usually smiling slightly, and on a couple of occasions Sis lifted her skirt if there was no chance of getting caught.

Our next opportunity didn’t arrive until about a week later.

Our mother had left to go to the local shops, this would normally take about 15 minutes or so. As soon as we saw her disappear round the corner, Sis grabbed my arm and took me through to her room. She lay on the bed, hitched up her skirt, pulled off her knickers, and I was soon tonguing her.

She lasted longer than the first time, but not a lot more! Her juices tasted just as sweet as she orgasmed in my mouth, which this time I had clamped over her fanny hole. Not a drop was wasted. Soon Sis was telling me to stop again as I continued to greedily lick her.

I stood up. Sis was smiling up at me, almost giggling. ‘Remember, our secret,’ she reminded me. I smiled. She then glanced down and could see that there was a distinct bulge in my trousers. ‘Come closer,’ said Sis and I took a step towards her. She undid my belt, pulled down my zip and lowered my trousers. Then my underpants were pulled down a bit. My young cock was probably only about 4 inches long, but it had never been bigger or harder. Sis took it between her fingers and slowly pulled the foreskin up and down. In about 10 seconds I shot my load. A feeling which made my knees buckle and Sis got her hand covered in my gooey spunk.

She stopped and smiled up at me. ‘Was that a lot?’ she asked.

I nodded and said, ‘Yes, a lot more than when I do it myself.’

‘Good,’ replied Sis. She then put her knickers back on and went to the bathroom to clean up.

Over the next few months we had a few sessions, probably about once every fortnight. We were not taking risks. Much the same happened each time. I was getting more and more expert at what I was doing. I would make Sis cum and I even got to the stage where I could hold her orgasm back before letting it squirt powerfully into my mouth. Her clit (I didn’t really have a name for it at that time) would get hard and I could suck it a little bit. That drove her wild!

My stamina improved from that first time, too. It would take Sis longer to make me cum, and on occasions she would undress fully, showing me her absolutely wonderful body (smallish boobs but nipples that stood out).
The next truly memorable time was when after I had licked, sucked, and tongued her to another orgasm she took my cock in her hand as usual and she was wanking me slowly. The head of my cock always got very wet (I know it now as pre-cum, but at the time is was just “wet and sticky!”). Sis’s technique got even better and she knew how to get me hard and breathing heavy.

She looked up at me and said ‘If you get close to shooting tell me. Okay?’ I didn’t know what this was referring to but I dumbly nodded my head. She then bent her head down and put the very tip of my cock between her lips. I was trying not to breathe (Please make this last) as Sis gently sucked on the swollen head of my cock.

‘Sis!’ I cried, when I couldn’t hold back. She took her head away from my cock and started to quickly wank me. My cock was pointing straight at her face and my eruption shocked us both. The first load hit Sis on the cheek, just to the right of her mouth. She then pointed it downwards and string after string of spunk hit her boobs and her belly.

‘WOW!‘giggled sis, ‘That was great!’ She then did something that remains in my memory to this day. She took her finger and wiped some spunk off her boobs. She looked up at me and then, smiling, put her finger to her mouth. She licked it. A broad smile appeared and she said ‘It tastes nice!’ She then proceeded to scoop up the remaining spunk and swallow it. Watching this, my cock hardened again and she took it back into her mouth and sucked harder this time. ’All clean’ said Sis as she stood up to get dressed. ‘We better hurry up and get dressed,’ she said ‘but we’ll be doing that again soon!’

The next time, only a few days later, we knew we had plenty of time. Sis told me to strip completely. She did the same. ‘Right,’ says sis. ‘Lie down.’ I did so. She then straddled my head. Her naked fanny directly above me. She lowered herself down. I craned my neck to try to reach her and was soon slurping on her juices. I felt her take my cock in her hand and slowly wank me. This was glorious
This was our first 69. And I immediately loved this position. Access was easier, my tongue could get deeper, her clit seemed to be more sensitive and…I slipped a finger inside Sis while sucking on her clit. She went wild. Grinding herself against my face she covered me in girl cum. And…she didn’t want me to stop this time.

I felt her lips around my cock and it wasn’t just the head. Sis was giving me one hell of a blow job as she fucked my face and fingers. I almost screamed her name as my orgasm neared. I felt her suck harder and deeper. I did scream her name this time as I got to the point of no return. I came buckets. String after string of spunk shot out of me into my sister’s mouth. Sis came again drenching me once more. Sis collapsed on top of me. Both of us were absolutely shattered. Sis turned round and came to lie beside me. I put my arm around her. Both of us naked. The sweetest thing ever. Every time I orgasmed after that Sis took it in her mouth and swallowed.

Our incestuous relationship stayed like this for about three years. We never even contemplated intercourse. For some reason it was a barrier that we both shied away from and never spoke about. We were perfectly happy in what we were doing. My Sis taught me how to give a girl pleasure using my mouth. My sister used me as her blow job teacher. It was mutual pleasure. Sis then got boyfriends (she was still a virgin), and I started to look to other girls.

One ‘incident’ I’d like to share concerned my sister’s best friend Frances. Frannie, as she was known to our family, was in and out of our house for years (still friends with Sis now) and one day, when I was 17 (Sis and I were still involved) I asked Frannie if she wanted to go out for a drink with me. My sister smiled when Frannie agreed and our first date was arranged for the following weekend. Everything went well and when I took her home we indulged in some heavy petting (it’s good making a girl orgasm just by some light pressure of your fingertips, my sister had taught me well). Sis had stayed up waiting on my return and wanted to know all the details. She thought it was marvellous! Sis then suggested that I invite Frannie home when there was no one there but she wanted to be able to see!

I readily agreed and then made the invite to Frannie. She agreed too! There was a walk-in closet in my room, and Sis hid in there when she saw Frannie coming up our path. There was no pretence from either of us when Frannie came in. She went immediately to my room. We lay on the bed and pretty soon we were both naked. I went down on her. Within a few minutes she was coming. I then spread her thighs as she lay back on the pillows (Sis had told me her friend was not a virgin and was on the pill). Frannie was going to be my first!

I lowered myself down on her and she pushed towards me. Wow, the heat was incredible, I moved forward slowly and I slipped inside her. Frannie was good, Frannie was VERY fucking good! We fucked for ages. She came three or four times before I did and we lay back down to rest (both of us smoked). Frannie had her head on my chest and then I saw the closet door slowly open and my Sis grinning ear to ear. She then pulled her skirt up and I could see that the inside of her thighs were soaked. Frannie and I fucked again, after which I licked her to orgasm once more before getting her to give me a blow job (not a patch on Sis, but still fucking great!) When Frannie left, I licked Sis to orgasm. It was shortly after this that Sis and I stopped. I continued to see Frannie for a few months and it was always good, but not Sis!

To this day I LOVE giving oral to a woman. I’ve only had about 8 partners, all quite long term. I’ve never had a one-night stand, I was married for 28 years and never cheated. My only secret is what I’ve told you. Very happy memories. All of my partners have enjoyed my oral skills. None of them knew that my sister taught me.

Sis and I still live relatively close (about 15 miles), both married with kids. Our childhood exploits have done no one any harm.

Just after my divorce, we were at a family party and we both went out for a cigarette together. Nothing unusual in that. Perhaps we both had had a drink. We started to broach the subject of US all those years ago. Both of us said there were no regrets. I then said to Sis that I’d love to do it one more time. Sis’s eyebrow raised. ‘Me too’ she said. Just then someone else came out for a smoke and the mood was broken.

Nothing has been mentioned since.

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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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Oopsie Selfie: We Need to Talk

I heard his car pull in the driveway and my stomach knotted up even tighter than it already was. I’d been a mess all day from the moment I realized I’d texted a naked selfie to my son by accident. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, his reaction had me even more on edge. I had no idea how to deal with this.

He walked in and the first thing I saw was the shit-eating grin on his face. My cocky son knew he had the upper hand. He was usually the one who was in trouble for doing something he shouldn’t have been doing, but this time it was me. How could I have been so stupid? I’ll never take another naked picture of myself ever again!

“Hey, Mom,” he greeted me, the leering tone in his voice let me know he wasn’t going to let me off easy. Oh, well, nothing to do but own up to it and take what I had coming.

“We need to talk,” I said as firmly as I could manage, hoping he couldn’t hear my nervousness.

“We sure do,” he responded a little too confidently for my comfort. I cringed inwardly when he boldly looked me up and down, knowing that he could accurately picture what I looked like naked. I’d endured this from other men, but it was strange receiving this kind of lascivious appraisal from my own son. Strange…and something else…

“Did you delete that picture like I asked?”

He smiled mockingly before lying to me. “Yeah, sure I did.” He brushed past me and I followed him to the kitchen.

“Give me your phone, I want to make sure.”

“It wouldn’t matter anyway,” he said as he opened the refrigerator and stared into it. “I could have copied it a thousand times by now. Put it on a cloud drive, sent it to my email, sent it to someone else.”

My heart dropped. “Who? Who would you have sent it to?” There was no disguising the panic in my voice.

“I know a couple of my friends would give anything to see that picture of you.” He pulled out the pitcher of iced tea and let the door close. “Plus, Mr. Walsh next door has the hots for you. He’d probably pay me big time to get his hands on that picture.”

I did all I could to hold back. “Why are you torturing me like this?”

He got down a glass from the cupboard. “Oh, c’mon, you know I’m only teasing.” He shot me a cheeky wink as he poured. “Your dirty little secret is safe with me, Mom.” He gave me another one of his knowing smiles, then his eyes dropped to my chest and it slowly faded away as he stared longingly. I was wearing a heavy sweater, but I still felt completely exposed under his gaze.

“Just because you saw me like that doesn’t mean it gives you the right to treat me this way. I’m still your mother.”

“You sure are,” he said slowly, implying what exactly I couldn’t figure out in the moment. “I’m sorry, Mom, but I can’t stop thinking about seeing you like that. It changed the way I think about you.”

“Oh, God.” I covered my face with my hands and sat down on one of the two stools at our breakfast counter. “That was the stupidest thing I ever could have done. Please don’t make me regret it more than I already do.”

“Aw, it’s not so bad,” he assured me and patted me on the shoulder. “I mean, at least you looked super hot in that picture. Most moms would have been gross to see that way.” He sat on the stool next to me. “I got totally hard the second I saw it.”

“That’s what I mean. It’s not okay to talk to me like that,” I protested weakly, knowing I was helpless at that point. I wasn’t ever going to regain the moral high ground with my son.

“I get it, Mom, you have to be like this.” Another reassuring pat, this time on my knee. A oddly pleasant tingle ran through me at his touch. “But, really, nobody sends a pic like that to someone by accident.”

“You think I sent that to you on purpose? What kind of sicko do you think I am?”

He shrugged. “It’s no big deal. Moms do that type of thing all the time. There’s stuff like that all over the internet. It’s like how you ‘accidentally’ walked in on my jerking off a couple months back.”

“It was an accident,” I insisted, maybe a little too strongly. “I didn’t know you were even home.”

“Sure. Sure. But maybe that got you thinking, and you’ve been single for a long while, and I can’t remember the last time you went out on a date…”

“No, it’s not like that at all. You’ve got it all wrong…”

“Okay. So, did you delete the pic I sent you?”

I realized I hadn’t, but I wasn’t about to admit it. Nor was I going to admit that I’d looked at his dick pic a couple of times since he’d sent it. Each time I was intending to delete it, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t even understand why.

My son nodded after I’d paused too long in responding. He tapped his temple. “It’s all subconscious. You didn’t mean to walk in on me whacking off, but you did. You didn’t mean to send me a picture of your gorgeous pussy, but you did. You didn’t want to look at my dick, but you did. Don’t you see, Mom, this is what you really want.” With that, he grabbed the sizeable bulge that had appeared in the crotch of his pants.

I tried to deny everything he was saying, but I simply couldn’t do it convincingly enough. Was it really possible? Could he be right? Was I so pathetic and desperate that I was lusting after my own son? Was I truly that kind of sicko? I had to answer him. Was that what I really wanted? No! Of course not. Not in a million years. I had to tell him that in no uncertain terms. I cleared my throat and told him.

“Take it out.” My stomach unknotted. A sudden calm came over me. I should have been freaking out after what I’d just said. But the world was suddenly still and quiet. For the first time in a long while everything made sense to me.

“Wh…what?” my son stammered as he slipped down off of his high horse.

“Take your dick out,” I said softly. “I want to see it. Show your mother that big, hard cock of yours.”

“Uh…seriously…?” he questioned, still gripping his bulge.

I pulled my bulky sweater up and over my head, shaking out my long hair once it was off. I had on one of my fancy, lace bras – one of my “date” bras. I hadn’t thought about why I’d changed out of my boring normal bra that afternoon and put this one on in anticipation of our talk, but now it was obvious to me. He was right, this had been in my subconscious the whole time. And it would have stayed there if he hadn’t pushed me the way he did. It was my turn to push back.

“Aren’t you the one who likes playing ‘you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine’? You have the balls to come in here acting like you are, so how about proving to me just how big those balls of yours really are.”

From the look on his sweet face I could see I’d regained the upper hand. He was my little boy again, shy and scared, afraid to disobey Mommy, but not sure what to do.

“You want to play games with me? Then let’s play.” I grabbed my phone and swiped the camera button. “Now. Take…out…your…cock…”

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Open Door Policy 33

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 33
by DirtyMindedMom

I walked into our cramped little bathroom just as Vera was stepping out of the shower. We were both naked. My timing was perfect. I wanted to believe that she had intentionally left the door unlocked, hoping for an unscripted nude encounter with me. It seemed Vera was giving unspoken assent to a revived open door policy within the confines of our increasingly intimate little apartment.

“Hey, sexy,” I greeted the voluptuous, mocha-skinned MILF who had become my closest friend. It was all but impossible for me not to gawk at her dark, prominent nipples gracing the tips of her full, natural breasts. I’d always been proud of my big knockers, but I never fully understood how men were so compelled to stare at them until Vera’s jiggling melons had come into my life. I unashamedly took in the rest of her nakedness as I wiped the steam from the mirror. She was more than happy to let me feast my eyes before reaching for a towel.

“It no feel real,” Vera said, patting her way down one leg and up the other. “The things we do…the things I do last night.” She shook her head and tsked at herself judgmentally.

“I felt the same way after the first time with Gary. For years, everything is one way. Then, just like that, everything is different. I’d spent so much energy – or, in reality, wasted so much energy – trying to hide things from my son. I couldn’t let him see me naked, or be honest with him about sex, or, God forbid, let on that I had any sexual needs and desires of my own. I had this silly idea that I was supposed to put on a show of being some kind of virginal ideal of a non-sexual caregiver.”

Vera listened intently. She wrapped her towel around her body, hiding herself away. She noticed my exaggerated pout and quickly gave in to my silent protest and let the towel fall to the floor. The leering smile that came to my face must have given her equal doses of shame and delight based on her coy expression. I could see that Vera was tempted to touch herself, but there was really no need to confirm how stiff her clit was or how wet her pussy had become.

“I mean, one minute I was a normal mom,” I went on, “and then…just like that…I was spreading my legs open and letting my son see my pussy. It was the most exciting thing I’d ever done. I knew it wasn’t supposed to happen, but that look on his face was too precious. I’d never seen him so happy and full of love. And all it took was for me to put aside the rules and be brave enough to show him my cunt. That one little thing that should never happen between a mother and her son…it…it was the most liberating feeling I’ve ever known.”

“It is so much wrong that it makes you feel more good to do it.” Vera’s voice was low and solemn, but full of understanding. “Like you no have to hold back now…no have to pretend…”

I nodded. “I never would have guessed that masturbating in front of my own son would be one of the best sexual experiences of my life. Watching him watching me is beyond the biggest turn on I’ve ever known before. Every time I cum for him, it’s like that first time all over again. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way he looks at me when I orgasm.”

“Valencia was so proud of herself,” Vera said. The faraway look made it clear her mind was replaying the spontaneous oral orgy we had shared with our children most of the previous night. “When she make me cum, with her fingers or her mouth, it make her so happy. I want that I should feel bad, but it only make me smile when I think on what we do.”

I turned and wrapped my arms around my naked friend. Her warm softness pressed against my bare flesh was the only kind of heaven I cared about anymore. She returned my embrace, resting her cheek on my shoulder.

“And…” Vera gripped me closer. “And I think I want to do more.”

I slid my hands down to her generous cheeks and squeezed that fantastic ass of hers. “Gary and Cris will be home soon.” I pressed my hairy mound to hers. “How much more are you ready for?”

Her eyes darted around guiltily as she considered what I was suggesting. “I fuck you son, and you fuck with my son?”

“Mmm, sounds like a good place to start,” I purred, grinding myself more aggressively against her crotch.

In answer to that, she kissed me on the lips, placed her hands on my shoulders, and gently urged me down to my knees.

“Or, maybe we start like this.” Vera thrust her bush to my face, then adjusted until her bulbous clit found my lips. I gave her engorged nubbin a few eager licks.

“You don’t want to save this for the boys?”

“Suck me,” Vera growled, pushing her warm, fragrant womanhood against my mouth. “Eat my pussy,” she insisted, taking hold of my head. “Then we decide about the boys and their dicks.”

She’d already won this argument. I closed my eyes and sucked every inch of that woman’s luscious pussy until she was pulling my hair, screaming, and humping my face like a horny she-devil in heat.

~ ~ ~

Cris was the first one through the door. He was unable to suppress the hungry grin from coming when he saw me on the sofa in nothing but one of his long t-shirts. Maybe he couldn’t tell I wasn’t wearing any panties, but from the way my nipples were poking through the thin material of the shirt made it obvious I didn’t have a bra on.

“Hey, Mom,” Gary said as he pushed past his friend and headed for the refrigerator. Cris quickly looked away, not sure how his buddy would react to him eye-fucking his mom. I wasn’t sure how much Gary had told Cris, but from this little exchange I assumed it wasn’t much. They were just too adorable.

“Hey, hon,” I said as my son tossed Cris a Gatorade and popped one open for himself. “Me and Cris’ mom were just watching TV. I can go slip into something a little ‘less comfortable’ if you want me to.” Both boys couldn’t resist checking out my bare legs and the way my areolas were almost showing through the tightly stretched fabric across my chest. “I’d hate to embarrass you in front of your friend.”

Gary chuckled and I could tell he knew what I was up to. “I’m fine,” he said as he pulled off his sweaty t-shirt. “Only one who’s going to be embarrassed is this guy when he pops a boner over you.” Gary shoved Cris playfully.

“Shut up, dork,” Cris countered, retaliating with a shove of his own. “Sorry, Mrs. Harden, I haven’t finished teaching your son his manners.” Gary failed to dodge Cris’ well-aimed smack upside his head. “You look great no matter what you’re wearing. Don’t even worry about it.”

“I hope that goes for your mom, too,” I said cryptically. The confusion dropped from the boys’ faces when Vera arrived a moment later. Her black lace bra and panties were more than visible beneath the flowing veil of her sheer nightgown. I was glad I didn’t have to hide the look of desire on my face like the boys felt they had to in that moment.

“Mom,” Cris sputtered before looking at Gary. “Sorry, we didn’t know…”

“Oh, stop being baby. You see me like this many times at home.” She moved gracefully past the boys and sat down next to me.

“Yeah…but…”

“Don’t worry about you friend. He like family now. Is okay for him to see me this way, no?”

“I…I guess if it’s okay with you…”

“Sure is okay. No like young boys care about the old ladies, right?”

The boys exchanged shrugs.

“We’ve hardly seen you two all week,” I said to distract everyone. “Come watch TV with us for a little while.” Normally I would have expected some kind of argument or excuses, but they both slowly made their way into the living room and found spots on the floor. Cris had clearly picked his spot so that he could easily sneak peeks at me, and Gary had done the same with respect to Mrs. Ramos. Let the games begin.

The show was a re-run of something to do with the Kardashians, but none of us were really paying much attention. Everyone was quiet, each of us sneaking those peeks here and there, then Vera decided to speak up. “Cris, come sit here by me. I want to ask about something.”

Cris seemed like he was going to object, but then he moved from the floor to the sofa. His mother put her arm around him and pulled him close to her side. He was clearly uncomfortable and unsure what to do. His eyes flicked to my tits despite the fact that all eyes were on him.

His mother kissed his cheek before asking, “You know about Gary and his mom?”

Cris looked from me to my son and shrugged.

Vera patted his thigh. “They have very special connection together. They have the love of mother and son, like the way we do, but also something more. They have also a love like a boy and girl, or with a man and woman.”

Cris nodded and stared at the TV, his arms limp at his sides as his mom’s hand rubbed suggestively up his thigh. “Um…okay…”

“You know about what this means what I say?”

“N…not really…”

“One thing it means that they show their naked body to each other.”

Gary looked at me questioningly. I just smiled and winked. Cris swallowed hard, but otherwise stayed quiet.

“You would like that with me?” Vera pressed, nudging her son impishly. “You maybe want to see my tits, and behind, and even my pussy? To see me all naked?”

I couldn’t help gasping at her directness. I loved it, but I was worried she might be going too far, too fast. Cris looked equally surprised as he struggled to formulate a response.

“I…I don’t know…” Cris fumbled, not wanting to commit himself in front of everyone.

“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit on that,” Gary piped up. “Your mom has a smokin’ body. No way you don’t want to see her naked.”

Cris tried to sink into the sofa like a cornered animal. “Yeah, right, and you’re really into seeing your mom naked?”

“Totally!” Gary shot back without any hesitation. “Can you blame me? And I saw how you were checking out your mother a minute ago. I bet you’re sporting wood right now after seeing her in that negligee.”

“Eff you,” Cris grumbled, not so subtly moving his arm to cover his lap.

I didn’t want to let this debate go on too long. I pulled the t-shirt I was wearing up and over my head. The three of them watched without a word. I jiggled my naked boobs and pinched my nipples. One hand slipped down and fluffed my patch of pubic hair. The room was starting to smell of boy sweat and sex. “What your mother is saying is true, Cris. Gary and I like to be naked together. I think it’s natural for a son to be horny for his mom, and for a mother so be curious about her son’s body…and to want to see how he’s growing.”

Gary had a smug smile as he ogled me. He’d seen me in the nude plenty of times, but he was clearly enjoying me exhibiting myself in front of his friend.

At this point, Vera reached around her back, her bra went loose, and with a few deft moves she slipped it out through the right armhole of her see-through gown. “Look at my tits, Cris. You like?”

Cris pulled his eyes from me and did as his mother instructed. After gaping at his mom’s chest for several long seconds, he cleared his throat and spoke. “I…I like very much.” His cheeks reddened, but he went on. “You look beautiful, Mom, but…but what’s going on…? I don’t get it…”

“Miss Harden tell me about other things she do with you friend.” She took Cris’ hand and placed it on one of her breasts. I half expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. “Some time, she say she do some things like…like to suck on his penis. You know…like give blowjob?”

“I know what that is, Mom. But…”

“But nothing,” Vera interjected before he could offer any resistance. “I first thinking it is bad, but now I see maybe it should be okay to do.”

“Wait,” Cris cast an uncomfortable glance at me and Gary. “What are you saying…?”

“I say,” Vera put her hand over Cris’ and encouraged him to give her tit a robust squeeze, “that if okay for you, I want very much for you to do some things like this with me.” Vera turned to me for help. I nodded encouragingly to let her know she was doing great. “If it make you happy, I could suck on you penis for you.”

“Seriously? Is this some kind of joke?” The panic in Cris’ voice was real. I poked Gary with my foot. When I got his attention, I licked my upper lip and he instantly got my signal.

“It is no joke,” Vera replied uncertainly, her resolve wavering. “Is true, I want to suck you cock, baby, and…and…”

Gary stood up then and dropped his pants. I leaned forward, pulled down his underwear, and revealed his hard-on. Once I confirmed that Cris was watching, I opened my mouth and let my son feed me his erection. I suckled him lovingly, caressing his balls, and moaning softly.

My eyes weren’t closed all the way as I sucked, and so I could see Cris turning to his mother, not quite believing what was happening. Her hand went to her son’s crotch. I could tell she had a fistful of Cris’ cock. I could barely hear her whisper, “If you no want to do with me, go to Miss Harden.” Cris didn’t move. “Is okay…go, go.” Cris stood and his mom did him the favor of unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He then dropped his underpants on his own, displaying his impressive hard-on for all to see. Vera let out a deep groan, indicating to everyone just how much she wanted it.

I came off of my son’s dick and beckoned to Cris. Once Gary moved back, Cris came closer, tentatively offering me his cock. I reached around him, grabbed a taut ass cheek with each hand, and drew him toward me. And just like that I was sucking him in front of his mother.

Gary didn’t need to be told what to do. He went to the sofa and positioned himself so that Mrs. Ramos could easily lean over and give him head such that her son would have an unobstructed view of what his mother was doing. Vera let out a loud series of moans as she went to work – these enticing noises were obviously intended to make sure her boy knew that she was enjoying herself. I looked up at Cris, but he was entirely focused on the blowjob his friend was receiving from his own mother rather than the one he was getting from me. Perfect.

No words were spoken for several minutes. Only the slurpy sounds of two mature women sucking two young cocks could be heard. Pleasant tingles tickled my spine each time I let myself consider what was happening. I had surely become hooked on playing with my son. And it was a special kind of turn on to be able to openly watch him fuck his sexy little girlfriend. But this took things to a new level for me. I had successfully corrupted a good, clean-living woman, and devoted mother, into committing taboo acts of depravity. And not only committing them, but enjoying them more than she was entirely willing to admit. She still had further to fall, as did I, but these things would come in time.

“I’m going to cum,” Cris groaned. He sounded almost regretful.

“Go ahead, sweetie,” I coaxed him. “On my face, if you want.”

“Um…I don’t think that’s…” He glanced at his mom. It was cute that he still had reservations. “…something I should –”

“It’s okay,” I interrupted gently. “Show your mom how much of a man you’ve become. Let her see you pump your big load of sperm all over my face. She wants to see you cum, trust me.”

Cris shrugged helplessly and returned to concentrating on his cock as I resumed his blowjob. “I can’t believe my mom likes to suck cock,” he said under his breath. I think he wanted to hear himself say it out loud more than his words were meant for me. “She’s really into it. And she wants me to see her tits. I’ve caught peeks of them before, but it’s even hotter knowing she’s showing them off to me on purpose. I always knew she was sexy for a mom, but…but now…uuuhhhh!”

Cris pulled out, grabbed his shaft, gave it one pump, and a huge jet of creamy goo fired from his cock and landed across my face. I held still and gave him the best smiling target I could.

“Look, mom,” he pleaded as he blasted me with another forceful spurt to my cheek. “Mom, watch me…” He beat his dick frantically shooting three more thick ropes of white spunk onto my face and in my hair. I opened my mouth and he milked the last measure of his manly goo onto my tongue.

Once I was sure Cris was spent, I turned and faced Vera. Her smile broadened when she saw the semen coating my face along with the wad I held on my tongue. I made a show of swallowing what her son had deposited in my mouth.

“Oh my,” she said admiringly. “So much. You must be such a horny boy, son. You like to cum on lady’s face like that?”

“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly. “Yeah, Mom, I love it.”

“Maybe someday I let you squirt you dick on my face. You like to try that?”

“Um…”

Instead of pushing for a definite answer, Vera slid off the sofa onto her knees and moved to face me. She inhaled deeply, taking in the unique scent of her son’s seed. She then licked my cheek, clearing it of a large dollop of her boy’s jizz.

“Whoa…” Cris blurted with a kind of awed reverence upon seeing that.

“Is okay,” Vera assured him. “You taste from me when a baby…” another lick from my chin. “…You taste from my breasts. Now I taste from you.” She kissed me on the lips, forcing my mouth open. I knew what she wanted and gave her my tongue. She sucked at it, indulging in the lingering flavor of her son’s semen. It was several moments before she pulled away. “I taste you,” she said with sultry seriousness. “I taste from you cock. Is okay for mother to do.” She looked at me with some doubt in her eyes and took strength from the loving acceptance she found me looking back at her with. “Is good for a mother to know her son body and to know how he taste in her mouth.”

“Oh, fuuuck,” Gary moaned. We all looked to see him stroking his cock as he looked from me to Mrs. Ramos.

Vera turned to her son. “Is okay if I let you friend make his cum on my tits?”

Cris was speechless for a moment and I worried he would draw a line, but instead he nodded. “Uh…sure…if you want.” If there was any doubt he was okay with this, him gripping his cock and pulling on it with a steady and deliberate motion confirmed he was more than okay with it.

Vera shuffled back toward the sofa, removing her sheer gown as she went. This left her in nothing but a pair of lacy panties. The cleft of her amble ass was visible both above and below the waistband. She gathered her tits up and pressed them together. Gary shifted so he could blow his load on the mounds of offered flesh. Cris and I moved so we could get a good view of the action. I reached up and fondled his balls as he slowly jerked himself in anticipation of what was coming.

“Cum on my tits,” Vera cooed. “Give me all you warm cum on my big tits. Do it for everyone to see. Let my son see what a dirty slut his mama can be. Let you mom see you make dirty mess on my fat titties!”

“Fuuuck, yes!” Gary thrust his hips forward, his cockhead just inches from the older woman’s cleavage. His had was a blur as he unleashed. His ejaculation was as forceful and copious as his friend’s had been. Cum sprayed all over her chest. It was such an erotic display that I was upset no one was recording it on video. I consoled myself with the thought that there would, hopefully, be plenty of chances to relive this scene in the days and weeks to come.

“That’s it, give me all you cum, Gary! Treat me like a dirty slut for everybody to see! I love it! I fucking love it!”

Gary’s body relaxed as the last drops flew from his dickhole and spotted Mrs. Ramos’ throat. “Shit that was good,” he muttered before falling back onto the sofa in a limp heap. As soon as he did, she turned to me, still gripping her massive tits in a pose of offering. I went to her without having to even think about it and began slurping up my boy’s warm spunk from her thrill-flushed boobs.

Before I was done cleaning up Gary’s pearly spooge, Cris stepped close to us, still yanking vigorously on his dick. When Vera looked up at him, he pushed the head of his cock against her lips. She responded by opening her mouth. For me this would have been instinctive; for her I knew it was a very conscious choice. She was intentionally submitting herself to her son, submitting to giving him pleasure regardless of it being an undeniable sin.

Cris moaned, inched his cock forward, and squirted several thin spurts of cum into his mother’s mouth. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, but before he could move away Vera lurched and took in his cockhead. She suckled him with nurturing care, then took him deeper. Her lips sealed tightly around his shaft, holding him and drawing him in. His hands went to her head. For a few seconds he held her back, rebuffing his mother’s lewd behavior, then he gave in. I was amazed to see his whole cock become enveloped. I never would have guessed this god-fearing church lady could deepthroat a cock, much less one as big as her son was sporting. Never judge a book…

I was surprised again when Vera shoved her hand down the front of her panties. I had assumed she was still a bit uptight about her masturbation habits, but apparently I had cured her of that along with several of her other inhibitions. I settled back, spread my legs, and began frigging myself as I watched the action. Next to me, Gary joined in, beating off along with me. We had our own personal porno playing out in front of us – and, best of all, it was a real live mother/son incest scene!

Vera sucked her son’s cock while she fingered herself for a good minute before she came up for air.

“You want see my pussy?” she asked her son in a rush. “I want to make my pussy to cum and for you to watch. Please let me show my cunt to you. I want you to see my pussy like Gary’s mom does for him.”

“Yeah…okay, sure,” Cris responded, sounding like he was in a daze, perhaps wondering if this was all some kind of dream. “I…I always wanted to see you like that, Mom.” He glanced at Gary to see if he was being judged for saying this. Despite all that was going on, the poor boy was still self-conscious about admitting his lust for his mother in front of us – two people who could probably understand what he was feeling more than anyone else he knew.

“Go for it, dude,” Gary egged him on. “I want to see your mom’s pussy, too!”

Cris shook his head and flipped his friend off before turning back to watch his mom begin pulling down her panties. “Help me, miho.” Cris hesitated for only a second before reaching over and pulling those black lace panties down her legs and past her feet. Once he had done so, his mother spread her legs wide in front of him. She was hairy enough that not much could be seen until she parted her full pussy lips, exposing the pink wet flesh of her cunt to him. Her son’s jaw fell open as his hand instantly went back to his semi-erect cock.

“You like?” Vera asked, her insecurity apparent to all. “Is not good, old lady pussy?”

“No, Mom,” Cris hastened to correct her. “It’s…you’re beautiful. I love it. I’ve only been with a couple of girls, but yours…your pussy is the sexiest one I’ve ever seen. It’s…it’s fucking awesome.” He looked up from her crotch in time to see his mom’s expression of pure happiness. If I wasn’t so turned on I might have teared up at that moment.

“Thank you, baby,” she said with a sudden blush in her cheeks. “I’m a horny lady a lot. All when you growing up I am horny, but you papa no fuck me so much.” Her fingers moved up to her clit and she began rubbing it back and forth. “I have to play with myself to make pleasure. I like to touch my pussy this way.” She spread herself open again before going back to her clit, which was protruding insistently at this point. “I use my fingers to fuck for myself, and I make my pussy have the orgasm. Is bad, but I think about many dirty thing when I do sex alone this way.”

Her hand was moving faster and faster as she gave her confession. Gary and I were matching her in speed, but she was outpacing us in intensity. This was a big moment for her. She was putting everything on the line with her son and risking that he would accept her despite her sinful perversions. Cris was tugging at his increasingly stiff cock as he watched and listened. He had to be close to shooting blanks, but that wasn’t stopping him from trying to get off to the sight of his mother masturbating like some kind of desperate whore.

“When we move in with Miss Harden and Gary…I start to think more bad thing.” Vera writhed, lifting her hips off the floor, giving her son the most graphic view of her increasingly juicy cunt so far. “I have fantasy about you friend Gary. I think on him giving me fuck. I think on his cock in my pussy when I use his mom sex toy. I fuck my cunt and wish for it to be Gary inside me. Is so bad…” With this she plunged two fingers into her hole and pumped them in an out urgently.

“I, uh…wow,” was all Cris could say in response. His cock was almost back to fully erect in his pumping fist.

I noticed a wet spot forming on the carpet underneath her, but didn’t care a bit about the mess. Vera continued speaking as she worked her pussy. “I no think it to happen, but now…” she turned to Gary jacking off within arm’s reach of her. “Miss Harden say it okay for her son to fuck with me. But I no want to make you mad because he you friend.”

“You…you want my permission to fuck him?”

“I no do if you say don’t.”

“Also,” I quickly interjected, “I said it was okay if your mom fucked my son, but only if she lets you fuck me.” I was licking the juices from my fingers before I realized it. Not that he needed much more inducement to agree to the exchange.

“Is that true, Mom? You want to be, like, mother and son swingers or something?”

Vera’s answer began with her spreading her pussy open once again. “You momma need a cock in here…a nice hard cock…a young cock to fuck strong. Yes, I say is okay for you to fuck with Gary’s mom if he fuck with me. I know you think on her when you pull you dick at night. Don’t lie.”

“Well, yeah, of course I want to, but…” He had to check with his friend. “Where are you at with this, dude?”

“Are you kidding?” Gary scoffed. “I’ll fuck your mom in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah, of course, but…what about me and your mom?”

“Sure, why not? Yeah, we play around a little, but it’s not like we fully do it or anything. She needs the D as much as your mom does. Sounds like a win-win for all of us.”

“Okay, but…what about my sister?”

“Dude, trust me, if she finds out she’ll be more than fine with it. If you haven’t figured out already, your sister is a bigger freak than both of us put together.”

“Alright, then. You fuck my mom, and I fuck your mom, and we’re all good with that?”

Everyone nodded their assent, each of us as eager as the next.

Cris took a long look at his mom’s tits and pussy. I could tell he was more interested in fucking her than me. ‘All in good time, young man,’ I thought.

“Okay,” Cris finally said, “in that case I guess it’s on. How is this going to work? Like, when are we going to do it?”

“I think right now is good,” Vera spoke up before I could say anything. “Gary, you are hard to fuck?”

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. Ramos,” Gary assured her. He tugged his mostly hard dick. “If you give me a little help.”

“How about you, Cris?” I said. “You have enough juice left in that thing to give me a solid fuck?”

“I might need a minute, but no problem.”

“Then get over here and let’s get you ready for action.” I held open my arms to him. Meanwhile, Gary moved in next to Vera, ready for some foreplay.

“Hold on.” Cris held his hands up like a traffic cop. “We’re going to the bedrooms, right?”

“Aw, no, baby,” his mother whined. “No spoil our fun.”

“Mom, seriously? You want us to all have sex right here?”

“Sure. So Gary’s mom can watch her son fuck my pussy, and I get to see you fuck Gary’s mom in her pussy.”

“Isn’t that…kinda weird…or something?”

“What so weird?” Vera seemed like she was almost on the verge of scolding him. “We all naked now. You see me suck you friend cock. I show you pussy in front of everyone. You put dick in my mouth for them to see. What difference it make?”

“Yeah, but…it doesn’t seem right to have sex while my mom is right here.”

“Oh, you crazy,” Vera waved him off. “I want to see you fuck and watch how good you do…to know if you make Gary’s mom get orgasm.” She lifted a tit and lasciviously licked one of her stiff nipples. “And I want you to see me have the fuck, too. I like much if you play with you cock while Gary cum in my slut cunt. You want to see you momma have a good fuck, no?”

After a sheepish glance at me and Gary, he put his embarrassment aside and nodded. “Yeah…I guess that would be pretty hot. If that’s what you want. I mean…honestly, I don’t like the idea of you having sex with someone this way, but I guess even moms get horny like everyone else. And this is probably better than you going and doing it with some stranger. At least I know Gary is a good guy and won’t treat you bad.”

“Such a smart boy,” his mother gushed proudly. “Everything you say it is true. And I can tell you are very horny for Gary’s mom. She has nice body for old lady, and she want to have fuck all the time – with boy or lady, she don’t care.”

I didn’t know if Cris fully caught on to what his mother was hinting at, but he appeared more than happy to move ahead with things just as Vera and I wanted them to. I spanked my aching pussy with a few loud slaps. “All right, now that we’ve settled all that, who’s going first?”

Cris stepped toward me, his irrepressible teen cock pulsing at full strength. His nervous smile made me realize just how nervous and excited I was as I waited for him to mount me. As much as I’d been lusting for him (and for my own son), this would be the first time I’d be fucking someone so much younger than me. Could I keep up? Would I be good enough? Was my pussy tight enough to satisfy him? Would Vera enjoy seeing her son fucking me, or would she freak out and ruin the culmination of my devious plans to bring about this warped fantasy of mine?

I realized it was too late to worry about any of that as Cris knelt down between my legs. He looked at my pussy as if he didn’t know what he should do next, even though I was sure knew exactly what he wanted to do and how to do it. He was like a little boy, afraid to be naughty in front of his mother for fear of getting into trouble.

“Vera,” I said softly, “I want you to come over here and help guide your son’s beautiful cock into me.”

She took a deep breath before parting from Gary’s side. Cris’ mom settled in close to us. “Is okay,” she reassured her son and reached for his erection. “Nice and easy…right in here…”

Vera directed her boy’s cock to my pussy. She rubbed his cockhead up and down my slit, wetting his soft mushroom tip. “This feel very good…I promise.” She swiped the end of her son’s cock around my opening, zeroing in on my eager hole. “Push inside here…slow…and strong…”

Cris swallowed and did as his mother told him. With only slight resistance, his cockhead popped into my vagina. Vera was still gripping his shaft. She clearly didn’t want to let him go. “Go more inside,” she told him. He inched himself through his mother’s grasp and filled me as far as he could, then his mother had to release him and take her hand away. “Go in more…” she whispered.

As good as it felt to have Cris’ cock stretching me open and going ever deeper, it was just as satisfying to see the way his mother gazed lustfully at her son’s cock disappearing inside my cunt. There was no doubt she wanted to trade places with me.

Gary joined us, settling down on the other side of me and possessively claiming one of my breasts with a firm hand. I tried not to laugh when I saw that he was as fixed on the sight of his friend pushing himself in to the hilt as Vera was, and he was just as incapable of hiding how much he wanted to be in Cris’ place.

I had to get out of my head and simply enjoy this experience for what it was…for whatever it was going to turn out to be. Cris pulled back and quickly refilled me…this time with more confidence than the first. My stomach lurched with anticipation. I was definitely going to get fucked hard before this was over. Without thinking about it, I grabbed my son’s hard cock and squeezed it tight. And I wasn’t the only one that night who’d be on the receiving end of a teenage boy’s intense craving for mom pussy…

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Open Door Policy 32

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 32
by DirtyMindedMom

I was sprawled out on my mattress naked and masturbating when my son walked in. I was glad it was him, but I honestly wouldn’t have minded if it had been any of my other housemates. I had to laugh at myself. There was a time when I was terrified of being caught playing with myself, but now it was something I hoped for.

“Geez, Mom, you’ve got to be the horniest lady ever.” He unzipped his pants as he said this and pulled out his penis. I watched it grow from a limp little thing to a robust, full-blown hard-on in a matter of seconds.

“You’re one to talk, dirty boy…getting a huge boner for his own mother.”

“Not my fault I have such a sexy mom.” He fiddled with his loose-hanging balls, and tugged at his erection as he eyed me like a hungry wolf. “A sexy mom who gets off on letting me see her naked tits and fuckable pussy.”

I spread my slut hole open, half hoping he would lose control, jump on me, and ravish my cunt with his hard-as-can-be cock. I silently scolded myself. Although I had come to accept that it was inevitable that I was going to fuck my own son, I didn’t want it to be like that. Yes, enticing him into essentially raping me would be exciting, but it shouldn’t be that way for our first time.

“Who’s home right now?” I asked, spreading myself open, putting on as lurid a display as I could for my virile son.

“Just me. Oh, and Valerie’s mom. Cris got detention, and Val is at the library with her stupid study group.”

“Open the door,” I told him. “Leave it open.”

“But…” Gary paused while he tried to figure out what my game was. He began tucking his cock away.

“No, keep it out. Better yet, take your clothes off.” I slowed my hand, teasing my stiff clit with the barest touch of my fingertip. My inner muscles convulsed, begging for more. A dribble of warm liquid leaked from my hole and slowly tickled its way down my ass crack.

I watched Gary with lustful yearning as he undressed. How could I be so sexually attracted to a sixteen-year-old boy? I never imagined I would desire someone so young. Especially when that someone was my own son. He moved toward the door, pausing and giving me a questioning look.

“It’s okay,” I assured him as I grabbed a fistful of tit. “She knows.” I pushed two fingers deep into my wetness at the thought of what had gone on between me and Vera earlier. “I told her about us.”

“Seriously?” He opened the door wide as if expecting to see her standing there. The hallway was empty, but we could hear Vera fussing about in the kitchen. “Like what?”

“I told her how I let you jerk off in front of me. How I let you cum on my tits, or my face…or anywhere you want.” Just thinking about her knowing these things turned me on all over again and I pumped myself faster. “She knows that I taught you how to eat pussy, and that I let you practice on my cunt.”

Gary’s eyebrows shot up. “And she freaked out?”

“No…no, she probably wanted to, but she was too horny over it all to tell me what a nasty mom I am. Instead, she pulled her pants down and started frigging her hairy twat at the kitchen table with me.”

“Fuuuuck…” Gary said under his breath. He wanted to believe me, but I could tell it sounded too incredible for him to accept at face value.

“Get over here,” I pleaded. “I want you to jerk off in Mommy’s mouth. I need your cum, baby boy. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Come do dirty things with me.”

He approached half in a daze and knelt next to my head, angling his erection downward as he jerked himself over my face. It wasn’t long before we heard footsteps. Vera passed by our open door, only glancing in at the last second. A tingle ran all through me. Gary stopped stroking, his body tensed, as if ready to leap up and shut the door.

“Remember when we first decided to have an open door policy around here?”

He looked at me, his hand gripping his shaft but remaining still.

“I want us to get back to that.” My eyes went to his cock and he slowly began moving his fist along his impressive length. “Don’t you?”

Before he could answer, Vera passed by going the other way. This time she not only glanced in, but she slowed a bit.

I waited until she had gone a few more steps then called to her. “Vera!” Her footsteps stopped. “Vera, I need to ask you something.”

Several moments passed before she reappeared in my doorway. She quickly took in the scene, as if to confirm it was as inappropriate as she suspected it was, then looked up at what must have been a very interesting spot on the ceiling.

“You want…a question for something…?” Her voice wavered. She was nervous, but also curious. I could hear my son swallowing hard as he continued to slowly work his dick inches from my lips.

“Did you,” I asked in my sweetest tone, “get a chance to suck my son’s cock the other night?”

Her eyes couldn’t resist going to Gary’s hefty boner. I sensed his instinct was to hide it, but instead he boldly kept himself on show.

“Uh…no…no that. I…we no do…”

I lifted my head and licked a bead of pre-cum from the tip of my boy’s dick. She tried to suppress it, but I heard the little gasp she made.

“My son has a very suckable cock, doesn’t he?” I took his head between my lips to demonstrate.

Vera nodded, no longer able to pull her gaze away and pretending she wasn’t seeing a mother shamelessly fingering her pussy in front of her own son as she teased him with her tongue.

“It is…” her voice caught and she cleared her throat. “You have very good cock, Gary. You mom is right. You…em, you like for her to suck on it, yes?”

Gary looked down at me, his smirk telling me he couldn’t believe I’d managed to corrupt this saintly woman to such a shameful degree. Instead of shying away from the question, my boy spoke up proudly.

“I love when my mom sucks my cock.” Her rubbed his head across my lips, inviting me to lick it some more. “I really like it when she lets me cum in her mouth and then she swallows it all.” He looked down at me lovingly. “Mom loves to eat my cum.”

“Oh!” Vera couldn’t help this little exclamation of shock. Both her hands were on her cheeks, and I expected her to dash away after hearing that. “You really like do dirty things with your mother?”

“I do, Mrs. Ramos.” Gary slid his hand down between my tits, across my belly, and through my pubic hair. He used his index and ring fingers to spread my outer lips, then teased my clit with his middle finger. There was another plaintive gasp, then her hand went protectively to her own crotch.

“But she is not allowed for you, and…and is older woman, and you can be with young girls, like…like my daughter.”

“Your daughter…Valerie is great. I think she’s the prettiest girl at my school, and she’s super easy to get along with.” Gary lifted up a little and pressed his hips forward bringing his balls up against my cheek. I took the hint and began licking and sucking his nutsack as he continued to talk. “She is super sexy and has an amazing…um, she’s really…uh…”

I released one of his testicles to say, “Go ahead, honey, no need to hold back.”

Gary took a deep breath as I resumed massaging his balls with my tongue.

“Your daughter has an amazing pussy, Mrs. Ramos, and she really loves to fuck. We do it every day…every chance we get. We always use protection, like my mom taught me, but it feels so fucking good to be inside her. But it’s different doing stuff with my mom. Just like it was different when I did it with you.”

My hands were no longer on my pussy, I’d given myself over to my son’s touch. I also noticed that Vera had taken a step into our room. She’d been drawn in over the threshold. This godly woman wanted nothing more than to somehow become a part of the sordid affair I was having with my own son, even if it was only as an uneasy witness. Without fully realizing it, Vera was testing the waters to learn if she could be as depraved and me with her own son. At least that’s what I wanted to believe.

“I think you mother likes very much to suck on the cock…” her eyelids fluttered slightly as I wrapped my lips around my son’s shaft and let him push himself all the way to the hilt. Deep throating my boy gave me a sense of wicked satisfaction like nothing else could. Vera steadied herself by putting a hand on our dresser before she continued weakly. “…she like it…very much…”

I let Gary fuck my face for a few long, languid thrusts before prompting him to pull out to let me speak. “I don’t mind sharing,” I said softly. “And I’m sure Gary would love to let you suck on him.” I kissed his penis and waited as she stared longingly at his glistening length.

“Yes…but, no…my mouth…my mouth is for to say the prayers…for prayers to God…not for dirty sex that way…”

I licked some more fresh pre-cum from his tip as it appeared. “That may be true,” I conceded. Vera looked worried, as if I might not try to pressure her into doing what I could clearly see she so desperately wanted to do. “But, you can always ask forgiveness afterward…”

She nodded and licked her lips. “Is bad to give up to temptation…” The way her voice trailed off made it obvious she was having a difficult time convincing herself.

“Take your tits out.” Gary’s blunt words took us both by surprise. It wasn’t said as a command or an order, but more as a firm request. His tone left no doubt that he wasn’t going to accept a refusal.

Vera took a tentative step back, her hand moving from protecting her crotch to shielding her large breasts. “I don’t…shouldn’t…”

“Take your tits out, Mrs. Ramos. I want to look at them as I jerk off into my mom’s mouth.” Gary shifted to stroking with a more restrained, measured pace. “Please.”

“But…” Vera couldn’t articulate a viable objection. She began unbuttoning her blouse. “What if…” She looked out toward the living room, worried that one of her children might appear at any moment.

“If it’s Cris,” I said as casually as I could, “Then you’ll invite him in and ask if he wants to fuck me. If it’s Valerie…I’m sure we can convince her to join us for some fun.”

“Oh, they can’t…I don’t know…”

Panic flitted across her face. It was too much for her to consider all at once. She’d reached terminal velocity in her moral fall from grace. I tried to comfort her.

“They won’t be home for hours, Vera. We have time to enjoy ourselves, just the three of us. But even if one, or both, of them did come home to find you playing with us, they wouldn’t be as shocked as you might think. As a matter of fact, I would say that your daughter wants to lick your pussy almost as much as your son wants to fuck it.”

Vera’s mouth fell open. Her cheeks colored and she threw a frightened look toward Gary. He chuckled and nodded. “She’s right,” he confirmed. “Valerie knows about the things me and my mom do together, and she told me she’d like to be able to do that same kind of stuff with you. Her biggest fantasy right now is for you to eat her pussy right after she’s been fucked.”

Vera shook her head, almost every muscle in her body wanting to deny what she was hearing, but the barely suppressed smile gave her away. She was not only flattered by her girl’s wanton desire for such sinful relations with her, but just as eager to explore such taboo debauchery to satisfy her own desires. I was finding it hard to believe myself just how low I had dragged this otherwise virtuous woman. I couldn’t take all the credit, though. There must be years and years of pent up longing and need ready to finally be satiated. How many dirty thoughts and sinful urges had she pushed down inside, only to now find she could no longer repress her depraved lusts.

“No…” she sighed as she scooped each of her fleshy tits out of her otherwise conservative, beige bra. Her huge, dark nipples stood out in proud defiance of all that was proper and holy.

“Fuck, yeah…” Gary groaned with awed reverence. I would have been more jealous if I didn’t totally agree with him.

“Take off everything,” I demanded. “Let my son see your ass and pussy.”

She tried to object, but gave up after only a few seconds struggling silently with the inner turmoil caused by our lascivious instructions. Her skirt fell, and she shimmied out of her pantyhose. Turning to the side she slipped down her panties, then favored us with a view of her succulent bottom. Vera’s wide hips and thick thighs were beautiful in a way that could never be duplicated by the skinny models in the fashion magazines or the undernourished actresses dominating TV and movies. This woman not only had curves, but her curves were carried in a way that further enhanced her feminine sensuality to an irresistible plateau. Gary’s hand quickened on his erection, and my fingers moved faster in unison, both of us entranced by the evolving sexuality of this mature woman and mother.

Vera moved to close the door.

“No, no, no,” I scolded.

Her worried face returned. She peeked out the door, making triple sure Cris or Valerie weren’t somehow out there.

“If you don’t hurry up,” I warned, “you’re going to miss out and I’ll swallow all his cum myself.”

With a deep breath, she came and kneeled on the mattress.

“I…I may no be so good as you mother for sucking the penis…”

“That’s okay, Mrs. Ramos. Just put my cock in your mouth and do what comes natural. I’m about to cum from just seeing you naked.” Gary reached out and gave one of Vera’s heavy, dangling tits a few playful slaps just to see it jiggle provocatively.

She nodded, licked her lips once more, then leaned in and opened her mouth. Gary gave her the tip and let her suck it for a few seconds before going deeper. As much as I wanted to watch up close, the way her breasts were wobbling was too much for me to resist. I went for one of her stout nipples and began suckling at her fat tit like a starving infant. I’d never even contemplated such a thing before, but in that moment I found myself impossibly wishing she was lactating. That strange thought gave me something to think about…

I heard Vera moan, whether from pleasure or a need for air I didn’t know. Whichever it was, I’d leave it up to them to work out. All that mattered was doing what I could to deal with the growing ache between my legs. I felt around blindly under my pillow until I found my dildo, then shoved it into my grasping cunt hole and began vigorously fucking myself.

When Gary let out a moan, I couldn’t contain myself. I let go of Vera’s stiffened nipple. “Suck him, Vera. Suck my boy’s cock. Suck the cum out of him and swallow every drop.” I mashed my face into her pillowy jugs. “Eat his cum, Vera, just like I do…just the way his mother does it…”

I couldn’t see much, but I could tell her head was bobbing faster and faster. We were all bouncing and rocking on the mattress. It was then that I felt someone between my legs. I couldn’t look down to see, but it was soon obvious that Valerie was lapping at my pussy. My heart leapt, and I wanted to warn her, or at least alert her mother, but instead I reached down and pushed the girl’s face deeper into my cunt.

“For the love of God, Vera, suck that boy’s cock! He’s going to cum in your mouth! Take it…take it all! Eat that fucking cum, you filthy whore! Eat my son’s big, fat load of creamy cum!”

“Oh, fuuuck!” Gary cried out. “I’m cumming, Mrs. Ramos! Oh God, here it comes! Aaaarrrrrrhhhh! Yes!”

Under Gary’s passionate outburst, I could hear Vera gagging on his youthful wad of jizz. She probably wasn’t ready for the impressive volume of thick semen my son was pumping down her throat. I know I wasn’t the first time I’d experienced it. She sputtered and moaned, but as far as I could tell she was gulping him down just as we’d told her. The woman was a marvel of contradictions. Too puritanical to suck a cock, but more than willing to make a heroic effort to chug down every spurt of sperm spewing from my underage son’s pulsing cock.

“Holy fuuuuuck,” I groaned as the sounds of my son cumming complimented the action of his girlfriend’s tongue on my ready-to-explode clit. “Ah, ah, ah, mmmmmm,” was all I could articulate as I humped the face of my friend’s daughter. Every bone in my body suddenly went to jelly as my orgasm filled me up then drained away, and I oozed down onto the bed to listen to the final throes of the clumsy blowjob Vera was administering to my happy boy. Valerie kissed and teased my pussy as I lay there helpless, being careful to avoid my hyper-sensitive clitty.

Gary’s cock came out of Vera’s mouth with a sucking pop and he fell next to me, nearly landing on my head. “That was fucking amazing,” he sighed. “Thank you, Mrs. Ramos.”

“I should thank you, too, mister,” Vera said as she smacked her lips and ran her tongue around the inside of her spunk-coated mouth. “I never like to suck the dick so much as this. It taste different from you…I like the flavor of you cum in my mouth. Almost as much as I like the taste of you mom’s pus—aaaiiieee!”

She had finally turned and noticed Valerie between my legs. The girl’s tongue suddenly stopped circling my pussy hole.

“Valencia!” Vera hissed. “You stop that what you do! Go out of here! You don’t can see this!” Vera tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. Her efforts were in vain: her sexual parts could not be so easily contained. “And where is you clothes? How come you are so naked?”

The poor woman wasn’t making much sense. Her mind had been launched into full shut-down mode the second she saw her girl with her face buried in my pussy. I was about to say something, but Valerie beat me to it.

“Chill out, Mom.” Valerie looked up from my crotch, her lips intentionally brushing against my lips as she spoke. “Did you like sucking my boyfriend’s cock? It sounded like you did. I hope you left some cum for me.”

“No…I mean…you no talk to me that way…I…you weren’t supposed to…”

Vera was looking to escape and flee the situation, but Gary gathered her in his arms. She strained against him, but he was strong enough to keep her where she was.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Ramos. Don’t be upset. Valerie doesn’t mind that you sucked me off. Do you, Valerie?”

The girl shrugged. “No biggie. I’m cool with it, Mamãe.” She dipped her head down and licked the tip of my clit as if it was also “no biggie.”

“But…but…” Vera choked back a guilty sob.

“Relax, Mrs. Ramos. It’s only sex. You made me feel really good. And you said you liked it, too. Your daughter understands. Nobody is judging you. It’s all okay.”

“Mama,” Valerie said, sitting up and putting her own luscious tits on display. “You looked so sexy sucking Gary’s cock. I was watching at the doorway for a while. At first, it was strange seeing you all naked and choking on my boyfriend’s big dick. But then I started getting super horny. You looked like you were having so much fun. Next thing I knew I was pulling off my clothes and playing with myself. Kind of like the way you play with yourself when you borrow Mrs. Harden’s vibrator.” She held up my dildo as if it were Exhibit A. It was still slick with my juices, which made it all the more naughty when Valerie ran her tongue along its length for all to see.

“You should no see me like this.” Vera once again tried to corral her huge, loose tits to regain at least an iota of modesty, but her overly generous funbags simply spilled over her arm, unwilling to be hidden away. “I am you mother and you see me do a bad thing…” Most of her energy was being used up on trying not to cry.

“Yes, you are my mother.” Valerie climbed over me toward Vera. “And I love you.” She took her mom in her arms as Gary released his hold. “I know you think it’s wrong, but after seeing the way Gary and his mom love each other, I think what they do is good.” Vera was silent for a few moments, then returned her daughter’s hug…naked flesh pressed tightly to naked flesh. “I want us to love each other the way that they do. I really liked what I saw you doing, and I want more of that…with you, Mom.”

Vera shook her head, dislodging a tear from her eye that trailed down her cheek. “I…I…no. You are my daughter. I am you mother. I can no make the sex with you here…or…or make it with you.”

Gary and I sat silent, neither of us wanting to intrude. I couldn’t help but question everything I’d done to bring about this confusing and immoral situation. Valerie bit her lip to keep it from trembling.

“Fine. Then I’ll just have to make the sex with you, Mamãe.”

Valerie separated from her mother and quickly went for one of her mom’s bare nipples. She latched on and began sucking before Vera could move away.”

“No…no…” Vera protested, gently trying to push her daughter away.

Valerie’s hand snaked down between her mom’s legs. In the effort to push her girl away, she’d left her pussy unprotected. Valerie had two fingers up her mother’s sopping wet hole before anything could be done about it.

“No!” Vera protested, pushing harder. The squishy sound of fingers working in and out of a very wet vagina filled the room. “No…no…you can’t…stop…no…” Vera’s protests weakened quickly and became doleful noises of uninvited pleasure. Vera’s body was betraying her. Her strength quickly faded now that the sin was upon her. “Noooo…”

“My fingers are inside you, Mamãe,” Valerie breathed. “I can’t believe it. You feel so…warm…and wet.” She relaxed as her mother stopped trying to push her away. “So soft. Your pussy feels so soft inside. Does that feel good for you? Does it feel good the way I’m fucking you with my fingers?”

Vera closed her eyes, her lips moving in what could only be a futile prayer of forgiveness. When her eyes opened, there were no tears, only a look of profound adoration. She nodded her head ever so slightly. “Yes, my baby, it feel good. You fingers make me feel very good in…in my pussy.”

Valerie’s smile bloomed so wide that it infected the rest of us. Vera was the last to finally give in, but her smile was easily as big and as genuine as her daughter’s.

“I want to make you cum, Mom. Please let me do that for you. Let me masturbate your pussy and make you cum.”

Vera’s hips began rotating ever so slightly. She was helpless to resist. Still, she looked at me, a silent plea in her eyes. I suspect she thought she wanted me to stop her, but what she really wanted was my approval.

“This is what she wants, Vera. Your daughter is just trying to show you how much she loves you, how much she wants to make you happy. Let her take care of you for a change.” I gave Gary a quick look and he instantly understood. He moved down between my legs. “Let her give you the pleasure you deserve.” I opened my legs and spread my pussy for my son. He lowered his mouth to my swollen cunt and began licking up the juices leaking from it. “We love our children. More than anything in the world. What better way to show it than to give them the gift of our bodies? What better way to teach them? What better way to let them express how much they love us?” My son moved up from my hole to focus on my clit. As good as Valerie was, knowing it was my very own son sucking on my pussy opened up dimensions of carnal gratification that no one else ever could.

My conflicted friend’s subtle hip rotation was giving way to a more deliberate motion. Vera was quite obviously fucking her daughter’s fingers at this point. Vera looked upon her daughter’s smiling face. She cupped her cheek, rosy with the thrill of what was happening, and with hopeful anticipation of what might yet come. Vera shook her head ever so slightly.

“I should no let you be here…no let you do this things…it’s…it’s too…” she became too choked up, or perhaps aroused, to continue.

“I don’t care what you say,” Valerie stated firmly, looking back at her mother with fierce determination. “I know what you’ve been doing with Mrs. Harden. And I’m guessing that you probably know that I’ve been doing the same things with her.” The surprised look on her mom’s face said otherwise. “Okay, yeah, so I’ve been doing stuff with Gary’s mom, and letting her do stuff to me…but then I figured out I was doing all that only because I wanted to find out what it might feel like to do that kind of stuff with you.” Valerie moved her mother’s hand from her face down to one of her full, ripe breasts. Vera didn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she lovingly began to massage her daughter’s softness.

“I…I no understand how you want this with me…you mother…I…it’s no…” Her body shuddered with irrepressible delight as her daughter’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

“Shhh…it doesn’t matter, Mamãe. All that matters is that I do want it…I want you. I want your smell and your taste. I want to touch you and see you…all of you…everything. I want to know your secret places. I want to know them with my eyes…my fingers…and, most of all, with my mouth.” Valerie lifted her chin and leaned into her mother. Their lips met in a kiss…chaste at first. I could then see Valerie’s tongue slipping across and between her mother’s lips. It was only moments before Vera gave in. Her jaw went slack just enough to allow her daughter’s tongue to probe further. They were no longer kissing as mom and daughter. This was a kiss that only lovers can share.

Valerie pressed forward, her mother gave way, lying back on my crowded mattress. I could see Gary’s eyes following the action as he continued to absently lick, kiss, and suck my pussy. He wasn’t trying to get me off, just keeping things warm with the transgressive sight of a boy eating his mother’s cunt. But, it appeared, we were about to yield our center ring position to the mother/daughter act heating up next to us.

“You want it, don’t you, Mamãe?” Valerie asked in a breathy hush.

“Nooo…” her mother lied as she let her daughter part her legs.

“Please, tell me…” Valerie gawked ravenously at her mother’s pussy before laying a gentle kiss on her inner thigh.

“This no should be happening…” Vera whispered to heaven. Valerie placed another kiss along the inside of her mom’s thigh, then another. Each one was higher than the last. Each one bringing her face closer and closer to the pussy that gave birth to her…a pussy that was now vulnerable and exposed.

“Please…” Valerie begged through pursed lips before kissing the crease that marked the boundary between thigh and vulva. “Please, Mamãe…”

“Valencia…my sweet…you must no…we cannot…oohhh…God help me…”

“Please…” Valerie’s lips hovered over her mother’s plump, distended inner lips. The scent must have been strong as the daughter breathed in the mother. The tension in that moment grew in the silence. My son’s mouth remained pressed to me, but nothing was moving. We both held our breath.

“My dearest…my darling Valencia…yes…yes, I want it.” Vera’s legs opened wider. “I want you to do it…lick me…taste me…do what you want with me…”

Valerie kissed the protruding edges of her mom’s inner petals. “Tell me…”

“Suck my pussy,” Vera said, her voice sure and clear to all. She shifted her hips bringing her cunt right up to her daughter’s face. “Eat it, Valencia. Eat my cunt. Just like how you boyfriend suck on his mother’s dirty pussy. Eat me so to make me cum. I cum in you dirty mouth. Vera put a hand on her daughter’s head and pulled her face into her crotch.

Valerie didn’t resist in the least. Her triumphant moans competed with the slurping sounds of her sucking at the prize she never dared believe would truly be hers. Her feet strained against the sheets and mattress as she attempted to push herself deeper into her mom. Gary lifted his head enough that I could see his broad smile cresting over my furry mound.

“Make me scream, baby,” Vera blurted out between groans of primal ecstasy. “Make Mama cum with that pretty mouth. Make me cum all over you face, baby!” The floodgates were open.

Valerie’s naked ass was close enough for me to lean over and give it a couple of encouraging kisses before gracing her healthy rump with a little love bite. Vera saw this and gave me a wink. I knew then that she was no longer an unwilling victim of my fiendish machinations. She was in on the game and ready to continue racing down this road to ruin that I had lured her onto. Even if I had any doubts about this being the case, those would have been eliminated in the next few moments.

“Ahhh fuck! That’s it, baby, suck it! Suck it hard!” Vera lifted her ass off the mattress and humped her daughter’s face. “Make you whore Mama cum! Suck your mother’s cunt, my little slut! Taste Mama’s fucking cuuuuuunt!” Vera’s whole body began quaking like she was having a seizure. She threw her head back and wailed like I’d never heard her before. Valerie struggled to keep her face pressed hard into her mother’s pussy as she did all she knew how to intensify and prolong her orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vera barked with feral lust as her hips jerked. Her fist twisted in her daughter’s long, dark hair, reining her in tight to her spasming pussy. Her body tightened up again as another intense orgasm gripped her. She let out a violent gasp along with a helpless whimper. “More, baby, more…”

Her mother’s sex juices were dripping from Valerie’s chin, and she must have been about to suffocate, but she kept going, her head moving enthusiastically between her mom’s legs. She wasn’t about to let up. That’s when I saw her make the move that always sent me to the next level. Valerie brought her hand up, quickly wiggled her thumb between her mom’s butt cheeks, and located her juice-slicked pucker. Seconds later it was obvious that Valerie’s thumb was as deep as it could go up her mother’s asshole. If I couldn’t see it, I could hear it by the way Vera’s mounting moans transformed into rapturous screams. I was certain the neighbors were hearing all of this, but I wasn’t going to waste a second worrying about that. Getting evicted for disturbing the peace was a small price to pay to be in the middle of all this incestuous debauchery.

I marveled at the sight of this mother and daughter writhing together in their most sinful connection as Vera reached climax for the third (or maybe fourth) time. She finally collapsed to the mattress. For a second I thought she was weeping, but then realized she was laughing. Valerie climbed on top of her and the two of them held each other in a sweaty embrace, both breathing heavy and laughing together. My heart was filled with a perverse kind of joy as I watched them. I didn’t want to take all the credit, but there was no denying that I was the reason they were as disgracefully happy as they were.

Gary was up on his knees, his head on a swivel. There was so much naked lady-flesh on display that he didn’t know where to focus. I started to speak, but held my tongue. I was on the verge of telling my son to put his cock in me…not just in me, though, in my pussy. I wanted him more than ever just then. Wanted his penis deep in the place that brought him into this world. Wanted him not just inside me, but within me…his mother…inside my body…as close as we could get to the beginning…but not here…not like this…not now.

“Vera,” I said, my voice thick and raspy. “Look at that cock.” Both Vera and Valerie turned their attention to Gary’s persistent erection. Even though he’d pumped his load down his girlfriend’s mother’s throat, he hadn’t gone soft…not in the least little bit. My boy’s cock was primed and ready for more.

“Is so hard…” Vera said softly with a hint of a predatory growl. It was clear to everyone in that bed that she was ready and willing for him to take her. I wasn’t going to let her get it that easily.

“Looks to me like it needs a pussy. What do you say, Vera? You want to see what my son’s cock looks like sliding into your daughter’s little cunny?”

Vera’s disappointment was quickly overcome by her indecent curiosity. Valerie hid her exhilarated smile by taking one of her mother’s fat nipples into her mouth once again and lightly sucking it. Vera stroked her girl’s dark hair. Her eyes conspicuously flicked between Gary’s cock and Valerie’s pussy.

“I know I want to see it,” I said, trying to keep my voice seductive enough not to break the mood. “How about it, Vera? We can watch our kids fuck while we play with each other. I can tell you want to see them do it as much as I do…”

“Is…” Vera cleared her throat and pushed the stray lock of hair that was hiding her daughter’s eyes. “Is that what you want, Valencia? You want to fuck with your boyfriend? In front of me…to fuck in front of you mother to see?”

Valerie gave her mom’s thick nipple a parting kiss and looked up at her. “That would be incredible. I’m so turned on just thinking about it. Of course I want to do it, but only if you really want to watch that…to watch me get fucked nice and hard by his big cock.” Another kiss. “Do you want to watch me fuck, Mamãe? Would you get off on seeing me fuck right in front of you?”

There was a long pause, then a nod from Vera. “I know it is bad for me to say. All of this is bad for us to do, but…but I no want it to stop. I never feel so much good in my body…so good with my tits, and mostly for my pussy. We do so bad already, I think maybe to do more won’t do any hurt.” She watched as Gary shuffled closer on his knees, his hard prick jutting out insistently ahead of him. “Spread you legs for you horny man, my baby girl.”

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