Sisterly Love 13

Sisterly Love 13: Aunt Elaine
*** by Paris Waterman ***

Climbing off the bus the following morning, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t let the excitement of my Aunt’s coming to visit that night take away from the John Travolta-like walk from the opening credits of Saturday Night Fever I had practiced since the girls fought over me.

I had been right to think I would be the talk of the school today, especially since Becky and Regina were suspended for the remainder of the week.

Both boys and girls peeled away as I strolled down the corridors en route to my classes. By lunchtime, I wasn’t thinking about anything else other than bedding my aunt and her gigantic tits that night and had a perpetual boner to prove it. The guys saw it and laughed as they nudged one another. The girls took note as well and tried to hide their interest, but fell short since I expected them to check me out and more than once met their eyes with mine, followed by a knowing smile that had them flushed and embarrassed and not knowing what to do, or how to act.

Except for Sydnie-Ann Jablonski, who approached me in our Civics class. 

“Nice boner you have there, Howie. Who is it for?”

“Hi, Sydnie-Ann. You noticed, eh?”

“Everyone’s noticed, even Mrs. Kranick, but I think she’s seen a few of them in her time.”

“I, um, talked with Reggie after the um…” I said.

“I know. We talk a lot, Howie. So what she wants to know is: what’s the deal with Becky?”

Now Reggie and I had gotten together already and agreed that her fighting Becky over me was stupid and that they had already agreed they would share me on an every other day basis. I had to assume Sydnie-Ann was acting on her own and not with Reggie’s permission, so I tried to dig deeper into her reasoning and asked, “What do you mean, what’s the deal?”

“She didn’t seem pissed at you. After what you pulled she should have been furious. I mean, she fought Becky in front of the whole school over you and that got her suspended.”

I decided to be honest with her. “Sydnie-Ann, Reggie and I have made up. We’ve even resolved the Becky thing. I had hoped she would have included you in her plan and maybe she has but hasn’t told you yet. See, they, and I mean, Reggie and Becky are going to share me on an every other day basis. No hard feelings. No jealous tantrums, and no fighting.”

“Sharing equally.”

“How Reggie works you in is her decision. I like you just fine and I’m willing to keep going with the both of you. But it’s Reggie’s call. I hope you understand. I really am sorry if this comes as a surprise and hurts you. I don’t mean to do that, but I couldn’t let things go without telling you.”

A few minutes later, it appeared our little moment had ended until she scooted over a bit more to push against my leg. We were way too exposed to do much else and this didn’t seem like much, though Mrs. Kranick looked our way and sharpened her eyes. We continued to pretend we were going over our notes while I whispered, “I like you, Sydnie-Ann. I especially like fucking you.”

“Me too,” she replied.

“We’ll work it out. I won’t let you be cast aside. I like you more than Becky for sure. Maybe you, Reggie, and I can get together this weekend.”

“Oh, I’d like that, Howie.”

“Are you two studying or having a personal conversation?” Mrs. Kranick said, ending our talk for good.

Sydnie-Ann kept staring at me. She didn’t cry and for that I was grateful. She did however pack up her things and leave the classroom moments before the bell rang.

I couldn’t stand being the center of attention and not have anyone approach me to ask the apparently unaskable question: Had I screwed both Reggie and Becky? So I cut the last two classes of the day and went home to a massive surprise.

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I don’t recall being unusually quiet as I entered the house. Perhaps I was, but if so, it wasn’t intentional. I saw the suitcase two steps into the living room and knew my aunt had arrived.

I stood stock-still and listened. They weren’t talking…the television wasn’t on…why was it so quiet if my mother and Aunt Elaine were in the house together?

From my mother’s bedroom, I head a long drawn out sigh. I took off my shoes and carefully placed them on the carpet and edged toward the bedroom on stockinged feet. 

I hadn’t expected to see them kissing on my mother’s bed. 

They lay there, arms entwined, wearing only panties and bras. My mom wore a garter belt and dark stockings as well. They looked beautiful together as they held the kiss and fondled each other’s breasts.

I slowly resumed breathing and reached down to clutch my erection through my slacks.

“Oh, it’s been so long, Rach,” Aunt Elaine said huskily as she pressed her leg between my mother’s legs.

“Mmmmm,” my mother whispered, humping her younger sister’s thigh in return.

They both giggled as if recalling a moment long ago, which of course is exactly what they were doing. And they kissed again. I watched as my mother’s tongue slid easily into Elaine’s slightly opened mouth and my aunt pushed her leg deeper between my mother’s. 

I realized at that moment that I was almost sick with jealousy at my aunt’s being where I lusted to be. My cock was so hard I couldn’t feel anything else.

Ending the kiss, my mother lifted one of my aunt’s tits from her brassiere and put her mouth to it, sucking wantonly while Elaine calmly unsnapped mom’s brassiere and her lovely breasts spilled into my aunt’s hands.

Elaine moaned with pleasure as Mother moved her head and tugged lightly on her dark nipple. I wished desperately that it was me making her moan with so much pleasure. I watched, still squeezing my cock, as Mother’s moist lips opened, pursed, and then her pink tongue joined the pleasure-giving celebration around the enlarged, brown nipple.

Elaine purred as she straightened her back so as to thrust the nipple further into my mother’s mouth. Her eyes were closed in silent pleasure and her hands fiddled with the front clasp of Elaine’s brassiere. It sprang apart and my eyes were greeted with the excitement of my aunt’s breasts; two round, wonderful, firm melons gleamed in the soft light as the brassiere was tossed aside.

Elaine moaned loudly as my mother rubbed the strap marks away, her hands swirling all around the newly freed orbs.

“Shhhh!” my mother hushed nervously, and then giggled.

I watched her fingers pulling on Elaine’s large nipples, twisting, gently pulling, rolling them between her fingers, as my aunt writhed with pleasure, still mouthing my mother’s nipple. I watched as she opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked more of her tit into her mouth, and then let it slide glistening from her lips. She kissed each nipple once briefly and leaned back to let my mother suckle on her breasts. As she assumed this posture, her leg pressed harder against the crotch of my mother’s panties.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.  As silently as possible I lowered the zipper of my fly and carefully eased my cramped cock out. I glanced down at the white pole jutting before me and saw the tip was already oozing precum, and absentmindedly smeared it around with my

thumb, and then decided not to touch it just yet for fear of ejaculating all over the place.

“Elaine…what have you got us into?” my mother laughed.

Elaine gasped as the soft breath of my mother’s mouth lingered over her nipple. Then my mother planted a series of soft kisses over both breasts and said, “You have such pretty breasts, Elaine!”

And then the nipple disappeared between my mother’s lipsticked lips and I could see her begin to suck. I could tell that her tongue was bathing the stiffened nipple as her mouth suckled. Her head turned pulling the nipple away from the big soft orb of Elaine’s breast and then with a soft pop, snapped from her mouth.

Elaine moaned with pleasure and her hands lifted and squeezed my mother’s breasts.

Mother gasped with pleasure and that sent Elaine off in search of other treasure. Her hand stealthily moved to the gusset of Mother’s panties and began making small circles. At the same time, she was nipping at biting at each of Mother’s nipples in turn, leaving both of them panting with excitement.

Moments later they were kneeling and facing each other, locked in a torrid kiss. Their swaying breasts were perfect in the soft light. Then they shuffled together and the undulating tits made contact and I watched their utter and complete pleasure as they moved them against each other. Again and again, they pressed and rubbed their breasts together and kissed. It was beautiful; perfect and beautiful.

“Are we really going to…?”  I heard my mother say.

Wordlessly, Auntie Elaine slipped her fingers into mom’s panties and began sliding them down her generous hips.

“Ohmigod…” I heard her mutter.

But she helped her sister take them off, and I watched the ring of pale pink nylon sail across the room. My aunt shucked her own white panties off in a quick swish of motion and the two were nearly naked at last. Only the sexy dark stockings and pink garter belt remained. 

“Me first,” Elaine said quietly.

I watched her breasts hang down pendulously as she kneed her way along the soft creaky mattress and knelt in the Islamic bow position between my mother’s legs. Caressingly, she parted her legs and raised my mother’s knees. She kissed the dark patch of hair and slipped her hands under her bottom. Elaine moved her head from side to side and kissed some more. The light and their positioning were not good enough to see exactly what was going on. I could only see my aunt bury her face and lips deeper between my mother’s wide spread thighs.

The curve of Elaine’s ass was like that of a classic Greek statue, full, mature, ripe, soft, wonderful. Occasionally she would rub her cheek against mother’s stocking, or kiss her thigh just above the dark band of the stocking; then kiss her way down the triangular path of hair now glistening with moisture from her deep, sensual kisses.

“Come here…” my mother whispered.

Aunt Elaine turned around so that my mother could kiss her pussy too. They struggled with the position but finally, they were a lovely mass of soft feminine curves for me to stare thoroughly enthralled at. Slowly and lovingly the lips and heads delved into the secret crevices between their legs. They wrapped their arms around each other, molding body against soft body. I could hear little moist sounds, moans of pleasure, little words of love exchanged. First one and then the other body jerked and strained hard and more moans of pleasure drifted up to my ears.

Then they lay back for a moment, exhausted, before turning to face each other with a kiss on the lips.

My mother’s clit seemed to be pressed against my aunt’s thigh. She groaned and arched her hips upward. Elaine’s mouth was now pressed against Mother’s ear. I saw her tongue dart out and lick it and almost came without having stroked myself.

From the top of the ear, she ran her hot tongue around to the ear lobe. Then she gently started to trace the inside of my mother’s ear. Then she sucked the ear into her mouth. A wave of sexual pleasure overwhelmed my mother.  She moaned loudly as my aunt continued sucking on her ear. Elaine’s hips were rocking back and forth against her thigh. My mother could not stop herself from humping back.

Elaine’s tongue left her ear and began traveling down my mother’s neck. She began bestowing little sucky kisses to the top of my mother’s shoulder. My mother moaned and turned her head. Elaine just went on with those sucky kisses only now it was to the other side of her neck.

It was evident to me that my aunt was driving my mother crazy with this technique, and I memorized it and would use it on Reggie and Becky and Sydnie-Ann within the week; and again the next time I was with my sister and Candy.

It occurred to me that I was watching sisterly love first hand. A second later, I realized that what I had with Stephanie was also sisterly love, and then and there I decided to tell my mother about Stephie and me; only not just then.

My mother, unable to take any more of this sensuous treatment, seized her sister by the neck and brought her mouth to her own, kissing her almost violently.

Elaine’s hips began grinding against Mother. I could only assume she was masturbating herself that way. The thought of it added to my arousal. 

My aunt parted Mother’s legs by slipping a thigh between hers. Then she raised one leg so that her pussy rested comfortable against my mother’s pelvis. If she needed to masturbate herself against Mother, then Mother was certainly making it easy for her.

It was clear that Elaine was close to her climax. Mother must have known this too, for she reached out and took hold of Elaine’s right breast and brought the excited nipple to her mouth.

Sweat was dripping off Elaine’s face. She was breathing heavily as my mother bit down hard on her nipple. My aunt was tribbing with all she had. (I would only learn the term ‘tribbing’ later after discussing what I’d seen them doing.)

The bed began squeaking louder and louder and I thought it might collapse from their almost violent activity.

“Don’t moan so loud, Elaine, he’ll be here soon we don’t want him to catch us like this,” my mother cooed into her ear, and then began kissing her mouth before moving to her neck where a vein could be seen throbbing wildly.

“Oh God…Oh God… I‘mmmm…going to…ooohhhhh!!” 

Elaine’s hips went wild as she came and began riding the waves of her orgasm.

I’m pretty sure Elaine’s orgasm touched off my mother’s as well, for she was suddenly grinding crazily against her sister, masturbating by rubbing her cunt against Elaine’s inner thigh. My mother was actually grunting and snorting pig-like and the sweat flew off her in all directions before she reached the point of unbounded pleasure and squirted her love juices for what seemed the longest time but in reality lasted only twenty or twenty-five seconds. She did, however, thoroughly saturate the bed sheets and Elaine and herself in the process.

They were both laughing hysterically when she finished. “That was incredible, Rachel. I’ve never had two orgasms in a row like that. God, that felt good!”

My mother sat up slowly, and wiped the sweat from her lovely face. Then she looked down at Elaine’s pussy. My aunt’s legs were wide open; her pussy lips swollen and wet. She brought two fingers to Elaine’s cunt and touched the puffed-up lips. My aunt groaned happily and rose up to meet the inquisitive fingers.

“I’ve never seen you this wet before, Elaine. Did I turn you on that much?”

“Yes,” My aunt moaned. “Go on, touch me some more. I can cum again….”

My mother began to slowly rub her vaginal folds.

“Ohhh, yesssss!” Elaine groaned happily. “Sooo close now!”

“Elaine!” My mother exclaimed, “I didn’t know you had such a large clit. It’s almost as big as mine.”

Elaine’s hips were rolling with the movement of her fingers. Mother was rubbing her fingers gently in an up and down motion against her sex.

Suddenly a series of erotic currents roared through my aunt. She began bucking against my mother and her next orgasm swept over her. While this was in progress, mother leaned in and kissed her sister on the mouth, sending her tongue in and out as the climax rushed to its inexorable ending. 

I noticed that mother’s fingers never left my aunt’s cunt, fingering her even more vigorously than she had before.

Aunt Elaine came again, and then pleaded that she ‘couldn’t take anymore,’ begging my mother to ‘stop, please stop.’

“Then you finger me!” mother demanded, and Elaine did, using her forefinger and middle fingers to sluice away at her cunt while rolling a thumb over the heavily engorged clit

In the surrounding silence of the house the wet sloppy sounds her fingers made sounded remarkably like that of a plunger being applied to a stuffed up toilet.

My mother exploded with her orgasm.

Elaine did a most amazing thing, and I have since adapted it for my own use in bringing my various partners to a stimulating climax. She leaned in and took my mother’s clitoris into her mouth.

I watched my mother cum several times in succession. Holding her sister’s head to her sex with both hands as she sucked and fingered her to one tumultuous cum after another.

Only then did they lay motionless on the ravaged sheets, panting hard like a pair of horses after a long, hard run through the countryside.

Neither of them heard me walk into the room. Only when I sat down on the edge of the bed did they realize they had company.

 “Oh, God!” My mother wailed in embarrassment.

“Hello, Howie,” my aunt managed a moment later.

“It’s nice to see you again, Aunt Elaine,” I said, forgetting for the moment that my strident cock was pointing directly at her face.

Aunt Elaine sat up and reached out to me, touching me softly on the face, saying, “You’ve gotten very good looking, Howie.”

My hard-on nestled into the valley between her breasts. We both glanced down at it and smiled. I put my arms around her and said, “So have you Elaine.”

“Not Auntie?” she said with some amusement.

“I think we’re long past those formalities,” my mother said as she got up from the bed and still unconcerned about her nudity said, “I’ll put some coffee on, if he tries anything that you don’t want…let me know, okay?”

“He’s so cute, I don’t know if there’s anything I wouldn’t want from him,” my aunt replied impishly.

“Elaine!”

 “We all know why I’m here, Rachel.”

“I’m not sure I do, Elaine,” I said, smiling my best smile.

My mother feigned throwing up her hands in exasperation and left the room to make the coffee. I knew she’d be back momentarily.

My aunt pointed to my hard-on and said, “Oh…I think you do, darling. That compass of yours is pointing in all the wrong directions.”

“You’re right. I confess. I’m gonna cum any second now. I really can’t hold off any longer.”

“Well, bring it here, sweetie. Let’s not waste it!”

She reached down, grabbing my firm erection and said, “You’re so much bigger than any man I’ve ever been with. I can see why Rachel has such incestuous feelings for you. So you two spent the night together—in bed?”

“Yes, Elaine,” I responded, putting my hand on her face, touching her softly. 

In turn, she carefully removed my hand and kissed me softly on the lips. I tasted both of them when I licked my lips immediately afterward.

“Would you mind if I sucked that magnificent cock of yours, sweetie?”

“No, not at all,” I answered.

Later I would realize that her form had been perfect. She knelt with her knees together, toes pointed straight out behind her and of course, her back was slightly arched. She tilted her head back to look up into my eyes, and her mouth was aligned with the head of my throbbing dick, now mere inches apart.

Elaine took her time, savoring my agony, but somehow admiring my patience in not jamming my cock into her mouth. She took hold of it, and then let it go. It rudely slapped her in the face and we both laughed.

From the kitchen, my mother called, “What’s so funny in there?”

“His monster slapped me in the face, Rachel.”

“What! Howie, act like a gentleman!”

Both Elaine and I burst out laughing.

 “No—no, Rachel,” my aunt yelled back. “I had him in hand, but lost control and it slapped me because I failed to control the damn thing. It was all my fault!”

 She stopped talking then and gobbled me into her mouth. I was kneeling on my pants and my cock was poking out of my shorts and well into her hot little mouth. Even though I was ready to explode from the moment she touched my manhood, she still took her time with me, and that made this blowjob the best one I’ve ever had. She rubbed it all over her face, watching me the whole time. Holding me firmly in one hand, she slipped the other underneath and took hold of my balls and gently stroked them.

I was in heaven.

She had to know exactly what she was doing to me and it made her go even slower. She paused, her face only inches from the end of my cock and, looking up at me, opened her mouth. Her tongue came out, like she was about to receive communion. She was getting closer, closer…in a few more seconds I’d be inside…

She pulled back abruptly. “Maybe I shouldn’t do this,” she said. “Your mother and I…” 

My heart skipped a beat, my head was spinning. I couldn’t think clearly. Was she really going to stop now? She must have seen the look of panic on my face, because she laughed at me. 

“What? You think I’m going to stop now; with a thick, juicy cock like this?  Mmmm… well, I want you in my mouth.” With that, her lips parted and her mouth slid down my pole. She bobbed slowly a couple of times and looked up at me. “Yeah, just like that,” she said, slipping me back into her warm, wet mouth.

Elaine held her body steady and bobbed her head from the neck. She went slow and steady, taking in at least three-quarters of my rod each time. Deep and slow she sucked, her eyes closed one minute, looking up at me the next. To me a woman never looks more beautiful than she does on her knees with my cock in her mouth. My aunt was stunningly gorgeous at that moment. Her ruby red lips were stretched around my tool, leaving a trail of shiny saliva on me. Her hands massaged the base of my shaft and caressed my balls.

She continued sucking me that way, and each time I thought I was going to cum she squeezed the base of my shaft so hard I forgot about cumming and we began again. 

She paused from time to time to lick the head or my balls, but each time resumed at the same leisurely pace. The pressure was building in me. It was so incredibly sensuous, the way her mouth engulfed me and drove me crazy with pleasure.

Then came the moment when she came to a halt. “It’s time you fucked me some, Howie. I want you to cum inside me. Now put it in me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, moving down between her parted thighs, I lined the head of my tumescent cock with the steaming, wet entry to her sex. I was about to have sex with another family member. 

As my cock sank into her silky warmth, Aunt Elaine arched her back, just as her arms came round my shoulders pulling me tighter against her.

“Oh my God!” she cried out. “Oh, fuck me, Howie!”

I heard a cup fall and splinter in the kitchen–my mother was listening to us.

I couldn’t hold off any longer. I pounded away at Elaine, sliding deeper with each and every thrust until I was meeting her cervix.

The bedroom was a cacophony of sexual sounds. Flesh slapping flesh. Sucking, hissing, and grunting as we writhed, entangled in our copulating dance.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yes, Howie!” Elaine groaned happily.

 “Gonna cum!” I moaned in reply.

“Lemme see it! Lemme see you cum!” My aunt yelled.

“Fuck yeah!” I grunted and pulled out of her just as the first line of jizm shot from my cock. 

“Ugh!” Elaine grunted in return as it landed just above her pubic bush, with the next spurt hitting the lower portion of her garter belt.

My aunt looked down at herself. Splatters of cum were all over her lower belly. A thick glob of it was running out of her cunt even as I shook the last remnants from my cock onto the frothy mess below.

“Oh, wow!” I gasped as the last of my climax slipped away, and I slumped forward on top of her, gasping for breath.

My aunt’s own orgasm had also run its course, and she fell back against the bed, breathing heavily.

“He’s absolutely divine, Rachel. You failed to describe his staying power and…and technique. I expect you had something to do with that.”

My mother reentered the bedroom. “No, he’s developed that elsewhere, or perhaps it’s genetic.”

“My God, he’s already awesome, Rach!”

“Isn’t he though,” my mother said and both women laughed as my mother joined us in the bed.

“Oh, look at the mess he left on you, Elaine,” Mother said as she scooped up a gob and brought it to her sister’s mouth.

“Mmmm,” my aunt purred as she sampled my sperm. My mother repeated the move, but this time brought the fingers to her own mouth and licked them clean.

“Now, Howie, be a good boy and clean the rest from your aunt’s puss and when you finish you can have your way with me.”

It proved to be a very long but rewarding night for all of us.  

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My Sexual Fantasies 1

I posted something on Twitter a couple weeks back about masturbating in bed alone one morning, and I mentioned that I made myself come to three different fantasies. Of course, there was a chorus of demands to know what those fantasies were. I did a post where I vaguely outlined each one, but I thought that maybe I should expand on them a little. I was even thinking of making it a regular feature here at the blog to share my sexual fantasies as I have them. We shall see…

I woke up horny with dirty thoughts in my head, as I so often do. My husband had gone into the office and left early. I had the bed to myself and the kids weren’t awake yet. It only took a few seconds for me to slip out of my panties and pull off my nightshirt. I sprawled naked on the bed, spread my legs open wide, and went for my pussy. I didn’t want to go to the other room to get my laptop, so I closed my eyes and conjured a fantasy. The first thing that came to my mind was my mom…

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It is the summer before my senior year of high school. My brother is away doing an internship, and Dad is off at work. It’s just me and mom at home, and I’m horny as fuck. I start masturbating, but that isn’t enough. I go looking for my mom. I find her in the kitchen putting away some dishes.

“Mom, take your clothes off,” I demand.

“What?” she says in a happy trill. She turns to see me standing there in the kitchen, naked, rubbing my pussy. “Oh, Rachael!” she gasps, looking at me wide-eyed and alarmed.

“I said, take your clothes off, Mom.” I step closer, never taking my fingers out of my pussy. The squishy wet sounds I’m making seem loud in the silence. “I want to see you naked,” I explain flatly.

“Rachael, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling okay?” Her worry is misplaced.

“I’m horny, Mom. I need something to get off to. That something is going to be you. Now take your clothes off. I want to see your naked tits.”

“Oh, my,” she whimpers weakly. “Don’t make me do that.” Her sniveling demeanor doesn’t fool me. She wants it. She’s likely as horny as I am. It’s probably been weeks since Dad has fucked her.

“Take your clothes off, Mom, or I’ll rip them off,” I threaten.

“No, please don’t do that.” She unbuttons her blouse.

I watch impatiently, working my stiff clit the whole time. “Let me see those huge knockers, Mom. I want to know what your nipples look like.”

Her hands shake as she undoes her bra. She hesitates for a maddening moment, then her bra falls away. My mom’s tits are on full display. They sag low without the support of her bra, but they’re glorious nonetheless. Her nipples are large, surrounded by broad areolas. I want to put my mouth on them, suckle them, feel the pleasure knowing she’d be feeling her own kind of pleasure if I did.

“Drop your pants,” I order, keeping my voice steady and deep. “Pants and panties.”

“Don’t make me do this, Rachael, please,” she pleads.

“Do it, Mom. I want to see your cunt.”

She flinches at hearing that word. When I was younger she pulled me aside to inform me about the “C-word” and that it was the most horrid thing a person could ever say. She was going to find out how wrong she was. She pulled her pants down as instructed, then after a pause pulled down her over-sized panties.

“There, is this what you want?” she says in a petulant tone.

“Almost. Get down on the floor. Get down, lie on your back, and spread your legs for me. Hurry up and do it.”

Mom shakes her head, her face fixed in an angry glare, bus she complies. Once she’s in position I get closer, stand between her outspread feet, and look down at my naked mother. She’s plump in places, but in an appealing sort of way. Her fat tits spill to either side – the wrinkles and veins do nothing to detract from how sexy they look. Her belly is chubby but smooth and unblemished. Her hair down lower is an untamed mess. Long and tangled, nothing like my trimmed little patch. Her private hair extends down along her outer lips and disappears between her ass cheeks. I can only imagine how nice it would be to nuzzle my face in there. Maybe I would find out.

“I want to see your cunt, Mom.”

Her jaw tightens and he looks at me like I’m nothing but an insolent child. “It’s right there, dear. You can see it just fine.”

“No,” I nudge her pussy with my bare foot. “I really want to see it. Spread your cunt open for me.”

“Oh, dear, no. You don’t want to see that.”

“I do, Mom. Go on, spread your cunt.”

Her face softens, no longer angry, but frightened. “Why, Rachael? Why are you doing this?”

“I’m horny and I want to come.” I squat down and push my fingers in deeper. “I want to masturbate to your cunt, Mom. I want to see you acting like a slut and get myself off to it.” I lean back and spread my lips. “Just like this, Mom. I want to see you cunt just like this.”

I love the shocked look on her face, and how she can’t take her eyes away from my lewd presentation. I wonder how wet this is getting her. Did my mom want to eat my pussy as much as I wanted hers?

Her shaking hands made their way down to her crotch. She brushes her fingers over her pussy hair and, tugs self-consciously at her inner lips – which have become swollen with passion and are protruding prominently from her slit.

“Let’s go, Mom, show me your cunt.” There was a hollow excitement in my chest. She was going to do it. I should have felt bad for exploiting her submissive nature like this, but I wanted what I wanted. I’d deal with the consequences later. This is really going to happen.

“Sweetheart, please don’t…” she mewls helplessly. She could have fought harder, could have refused to do any of it, could have sent me straight to my room to wait for my father to get home. She did none of that. Instead, she parts her outer lips and slowly spreads herself open.

“That’s it, spread your cunt, Mom.” My fingers begin moving faster. My clit has never been so hard or so sensitive in all my life. “Show me your cunt.” I am losing my mind.

And she is wet. Some of her juices leak out and trickle down across her ass. “Let me see you asshole, Mom.”

“Oh, no…not that…”

“Spread your ass, Mom. I want to see your asshole.” Her fingers move from her pussy and around. She gingerly parts her butt cheeks and there it is: my mother’s asshole. It is clean and compact. A bit of hair graces the perimeter, but the skin there is light, becoming a shade of pale pink close to her hole. My mom’s anus is beautiful, especially when glazed with the liquid sex oozing from her pussy.

“Happy now?” she grumbles in an effort to let me know how unhappy she is.

“No.” I pull my fingers out and lick them, tasting myself, wanting her to taste me. I return to my clit and can barely stand to touch it. Every nerve down there is alive like never before. I want to come, but I also don’t. I don’t want this to end. I want it to go on and on for as long as it can.

“What is it you want?” my mom whines.

“I want your cunt, Mom. I want to see it. I want you to want me to see it. I want you to spread it for me. Go ahead, Mom, spread your cunt for me again. I know you want to.”

“No…” she murmurs even as she releases her butt cheeks and once again spreads her pussy for me.

“Yes. You like this, you horny bitch. You love it. You want to show off your cunt. You want me to see it.”

“No…” she whispers, her head turning away from me so I couldn’t see the expression of sexual rapture on her face.

“You want me to see your cunt. You want everyone to see it. You’d show your cunt off to the world if you could.”

“Don’t say that…no…”

“Look how hard your clit is right now. You’re getting off on this as much as I am. Admit it.”

“Don’t do this to me,” she moans, then spreads her pussy even more. “Don’t make me do this…”

“Look, Mom. Look at my cunt.” I once again spread my lips wide. She lifts her head and looks, her eyes show the pain and longing. “You like that? You want it? You want my cunt?”

She nods slightly. “No…I can’t…I can’t want you like that…my daughter…I can’t want my daughter’s cunt.”

Electricity shoots through me when I hear her say that. There’s no going back.

“Well, I want your cunt, Mom,” I say boldly, no longer fearing any consequences. “I want to see your cunt. I want to masturbate to it. I want to come to your cunt. Show me your cunt, Mom.”

“Yes..look…look at my cunt. This is my pussy. Here’s your mother’s pussy, right here.” Her finger sneaks over to her stiff clit and teases over it. She can’t hold back any longer.

“That’s it, Mom, play with your cunt. Let me see you play with your cunt, Mommy.” Now I’m the one pleading. Another finger goes to her clit and she’s doing it. My mom is masturbating right in front of me. I want more. “Finger yourself,” I say as I finger myself. “Put your fingers in your cunt.”

“This isn’t right,” she moans. “A lady isn’t supposed to touch herself like that.” Her middle finger slips into her wetness and is quickly joined by a ring finger.

“You’re not a lady, Mom, you’re a slut. You’re my slut. You’ll do as I say and like it.”

“No…yes…oh, yes…” her body writhes as she gets down to her last knuckle.

“That’s it, Mom, show me how you like to fuck yourself. Fuck your cunt for me.”

“No…this isn’t like me,” she complains plaintively. “I don’t fuck myself.” Her fingers move in and out of her pussy with practiced swiftness. “That’s for your father. Only he does that…only your father fucks me…he’s the one that fucks my pussy…he fucks me with his penis…I don’t…ever…uuunnngh…”

Mom’s denials are turning me on more than her pussy at this point. “You like getting fucked? You like it when a man puts his penis in your cunt, Mom?”

“Yes…oh my, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t say these things.” Her free hand finds one of her floppy boobs, and she squeezes it lustfully. “I like to fuck. I like it when your father puts his penis in…in my…my pussy.”

“You like to get fucked in your cunt, Mom? You like Dad’s cock in your cunt?”

“Yes! God help me, I do. I love it when he fucks my cunt. I want a penis in me right now,” she wails as her one hand slaps mercilessly into her pussy, while the other goes at her clit. She’s lost.

“You want Daddy’s big penis in your cunt? You want to get fucked, you horny slut? If I had a cock I’d fuck you right now with it. Would you like that, Mom? You want me to fuck your cunt?”

“Yes, oh, fuck, yes! You have to stop…don’t make me do this…I’m going to come…please stop…”

Stopping is the last thing she wants me to do. I’m close myself.

“Show me your cunt, Mom. Show it to me!”

She pulls her fingers out and moves her hand away so I can see as she continues to strum her clit.

“Spread your cunt lips for me. Show me everything, Mom. Spread your cunt open!

“I can’t…” she parts her lips with her juice-soaked fingers. “We can’t do this…” My mom begins humping her hips up into the air. “This is so wrong…”

“Shut up and spread your cunt, Mom!” I pant, putting the emphasis on the word “cunt.” Every time I say that word she lets out a mournful groan. She hates how much she loves it. “Spread your cunt, Mom!” I can’t stop myself. She’s doing it, but I still need to hear myself telling her to do it. “Show me your cunt, Mom, spread it…spread your cunt!”

“Here it is…look…look at my cunt…watch me make my cunt come…I’m coming…my cunt is coming…you made me come…fuck my cunt!” Mom’s screams take over and she can no longer speak. I let loose and my screams of ecstasy join hers. We both come like wild banshees right there on the kitchen floor, small pools of pussy juice forming on the floor between our legs.

The sound of the two of us breathing hard is all that can be heard. She’s lying across from me, her legs splayed open. She’s making no effort to hide herself, no attempt at modesty. She’s there, body limp, cunt exposed, engorged and dripping. My pussy is abuzz, too sensitive to touch, yet still feeling that needful ache. My orgasm was amazing, but another would be even more amazing.

I close my eyes and think of my brother…

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I know this one is very “cunt” heavy, but what can I say – it’s just how my mind goes when I’m horny and masturbating. Sometimes I’ll fixate on the word “cock” or even “masturbate” and just repeat it over and over out loud. The more I say it the better it gets. That’s just the way I work…

So, yeah, that’s what I was thinking about the first time I made myself come that morning. As I got close, I said “Spread your cunt, Mom,” or some variation of that, over and over until I came. I’m sure I sounded like a crazy person, but vocalizing like that turns me on like crazy. I would have screamed it if I had the place to myself, but I had to keep it low so the kids wouldn’t hear me. It was frustrating holding back, but also more exciting in a way. The risk of getting caught by my kids was enough to take the thrill to the next level.

When I closed my eyes, I was planning on dozing for a little while longer, but I couldn’t calm my mind down. Almost immediately, I began another fantasy about my brother. We are on a Skype call, as we have been so often lately, and things get a bit wild.

I’ll tell you all about it in the next installment of My Sexual Fantasies…

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Open Door Policy 29

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 29
by DirtyMindedMom

I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the thick steam. Vera was showering and hadn’t locked the door. The kids were at school, it was my day off, and I was in nothing but a pussy-hugging thong. I innocently busied myself at the sink as my houseguest finished rinsing herself then turned off the water. My clit tingled with anticipation.

The shower curtain swished to the side and I heard a surprised noise from Vera.

“Good morning,” I greeted her with a smile. My eyes traveled over her wet nakedness. “Looking good. You really need to stop being selfish and share all that with some lucky man…or boy.”

“You always talking crazy,” she admonished as she stepped out of the tub and began drying herself as modestly as she could manage.

“I’m not going to lie, I wouldn’t mind getting some cock myself,” I said as I cleared a circle in the fogged mirror. “It’s been too long. Maybe we should go out this weekend and pick up a couple studs to take care of us.”

“Oh, no. No man is interested for me. I am too old for doing a thing like that.”

I plucked a few strays around my eyebrows and let her finish drying off. “I’m really glad you came to stay with us, Vera.” I turned to her and she couldn’t help taking a quick look at my nearly naked body. “I haven’t thanked you enough for all you’ve been doing around here.” I stepped close and trapped her in a hug before she could react.

Our bare bodies pressed together. The moist skin of her breasts felt good against my own. Our bellies and our thighs were in full contact. I held her tight. After a moment she relaxed and hugged me back. Everything between us was soft and smooth in the warm mists of the tiny room. I kissed her on the cheek, then on the lips. She didn’t kiss back, but she also didn’t resist. Vera didn’t want to admit how much she needed to be touched – not even to herself.

“You’re far from too old for a good fuck,” I told her without letting her go. “But maybe you’re right. We don’t really need cocks, do we? You and I have everything we need right here.”

“Yes…the rubber penis toy…”

“No. I mean this.”

I kissed my way down over her right breast and along her tummy as I slowly sank to my knees. She made a few tittering noises of protest, but she stopped when I nuzzled her damp bush of pubic hair. I knew this was way outside her comfort zone, but it was time I pushed things forward. I didn’t know if my plan would play out the way I wanted it to, but I was at least going to taste her pussy before it all fell apart.

With gentle kisses and darting licks I teased the area around her mound. Her hand pushed weakly at my head – her insincere way of telling me to stop when she really didn’t want me to.

“What are you doing? This is no right.”

“You know what I’m doing, Vera.” I nibbled a sensitive part of her inner thigh. “It may not be right, but you want it as much as I do. We can ask for forgiveness later, but right now I’m going to suck your pussy.”

I took hold of her ankle and lifted her leg. She could have fought me, but she placed her foot up on the rim of the toilet like I wanted her to. She grabbed hold of the towel rack to balance herself. Before her religious convictions had a chance to take over, I went for it. I buried my face in Vera’s womanhood. There was a clean, soapy scent, but I could easily taste her natural flavor through all that. She had become excited while we talked and hugged. Her tangy juices were fresh and slick on my tongue.

There was no more teasing, I was intent on eating this woman out in the truest sense of the term. I aggressively sucked her pussy, opening my mouth wide. It must have looked like I was trying to devour her whole cunt. All the while my tongue aggressively roamed over her hole, her lips, and her clit. I felt her nub go from a soft knot of flesh to a hard projection of lust.

“Oh, Joanne, this is so bad what you do to me,” Vera whimpered even as she held my head to her crotch. “Women aren’t supposed to do the sex with another women.”

My only response was to grab her ass with both hands, then suck and lick her clit even more intensely than I already had been. Her shuddering moan told me that I had fully tempted her to my way of thinking on what women are supposed to do, and not do, with other women.

“We must stop,” she moaned. Her words stood in stark contrast to the way she was humping my face. The last thing in the world she wanted right then was for me to stop.

I had the urge to talk dirty to her and encourage her orgasm, but my mouth was too occupied to speak.

“It is very bad what you do to me,” Vera said as she panted her way toward orgasm. “The bible say this is the way of sodomy. The priest tell everyone sex with the mouth is unnatural. What would ladies at church say if they know I let you suck on my pussy? If they know I cum on your face?” Vera grabbed my head with both hands and let out a long keening cry. “They say I am an evil woman. That I have devil in my heart for fucking woman’s tongue with my pussy! Fuck my pussy with you tongue, Joanne! Give me orgasm with you mouth! Oooohhh, Jesus, forgive me for what I do! I’m cumming! I’m cuuuuuummmmming!”

A sudden rush of pungent juices ran down my chin and neck. Her entire body spasmed above me again and again, making me worry that she might topple over. Maybe it was a bad idea to give Vera her first oral orgasm while standing. Her first lesbian oral orgasm at that. I lovingly kissed and snuggled my face against her swollen vulva as she regained her senses. I stood, briefly pausing on the way up to suck in one of her dark nipples for a moment.

“That wasn’t enough to pay you back in full for all you do around here,” I said with a seductive purr in my voice, “but there’s plenty more where that came from. All you have to do is ask and my mouth is all yours.” I kissed her on the lips. This time she kissed back.

“I…I don’t know what to say.” She glanced up to the ceiling as if she expected to see an angry angel looking down on us. “I never feel like that before. No from sex or anything else. But so very wrong.”

“Look at it this way,” I said touching the tip of my nose to hers and looking into her eyes. “God is good. He loves us and wants us to be happy. Sex feels good and that makes us happy. God gave his children sex so we can make each other happy. If what we just did was wrong, God would have made it feel bad. Did what I just did to your pussy with my mouth feel bad?”

These ideas churned through Vera’s mind. Her brow furrowed as she tried to sort through my logic. There were plenty of religious arguments to be made to dispute my cockeyed proposition, but, standing there naked in my arms with her pussy dripping fresh lady cum, the poor woman couldn’t come up with a coherent retort. I kissed her on the nose and turned to leave.

I paused at the door, lowered my thong to my ankles, and stepped out of it.

Looking over my shoulder, I said, “I’ll be waiting in my room if you want to find out what if feels like to fuck a pussy with your tongue. Just imagine what the ladies at church would say about that.” I gave her a wink and headed for my room praying she would be right behind me.

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I heard the door to the apartment close. I wasn’t sure who it was, but that didn’t prevent me from carrying on with what I was doing in my bedroom. I pushed my buzzing vibrator deeper into my pussy and waited. No matter who it was, I wanted them to see me pleasuring myself.

“Hey, Mom.” Gary greeted me when he appeared in my open doorway.

“What’s up, Mrs. Harden?” Valerie added as she followed my son into my room. They both flopped onto my mattress while I continued to fuck myself with deliberate slowness. I was naked, as I had been ever since I left the bathroom after eating out Vera that morning for the first time. “Where’s my mom?”

“She said something about confession on her way out.”

“In the middle of the week?” Valerie wondered, tickling her fingers along my bare leg in that tantalizing way she had.

“Your mother has a lot to confess after what we did today.”

Valerie’s eyes went wide. “You didn’t!”

“Come give me a kiss,” I said lustily.

Valerie gave me a long, slow, tongue kiss while my son dropped his pants and began stroking his hard-on. “I still get goosebumps whenever we do that,” my son’s girlfriend purred.

“Maybe it’s because you just tasted your mom’s pussy on my lips.”

“Get out! Are you messing with me?”

“Swear to God.” I worked my dildo a little faster. The thrill of telling Valerie her mom was as much of a horny slut for lesbian sex as she was combined with seeing my first cock of the day spurred me on. “And if you kissed your mom, you’d probably be able to taste my cunt on her tongue.”

“What the fuck…? I can’t believe it.” As she said this she was shedding her own pants and panties. Valerie spit on her fingers and began rubbing her pussy. “Details! We want to hear everything!”

The three of us masturbated together as I told them the way I got things going in the bathroom. I went on to describe how Valerie’s mom came to my room afterward. She had watched me play with myself for a minute or so, then came and sat on my bed. My reticent housemate was still naked from her shower as she explained all the reasons what was happening was bad, bordering on evil. This devout woman only hesitated for a moment when I asked her to suck my nipples while I masturbated. Her naked flesh against mine made it nearly impossible not to cum too quickly.

“That’s so crazy,” Valerie moaned as she leaned over and sucked on one of my nipples just like her mother had earlier that day.

Gary moved so that he could dangle his balls over my face. I happily licked and sucked his nutsack for him while he stroked nice and slow. After a couple minutes they backed off so that I could tell the rest of my story. I explained how I put my toy aside and began touching Vera everywhere I could reach and telling her how good her pussy tasted and how exciting it was to fuck her with my tongue. The heat built until I felt she was ready. It only took a little pressure to move her head down to my belly, where she kissed and nuzzled my soft tummy. After that, she worked her way lower all on her own.

It started with a few tentative kisses above and to the sides, but soon she was running her lips along my womanly slit. I wanted to shove my cunt in her face, but I controlled myself as best as I could and encouraged her with little moans. At her own pace, my mature first-timer parted my outer lips and ventured within. It was divine. She was even more unsure than Gary had been the first time he licked my pussy, but it didn’t take her long to find a few techniques that worked for both of us.

“There’s no way my mom ate your pussy out,” Valerie said even though she knew it was true.

“Your mom is a horny bitch, just like her daughter.” I picked up my pace again, knowing that the two of them were getting close. “Your mother sucked me off. She licked my clit, and fingered my hole. Your mom tasted my cunt and loved it. She couldn’t get enough. I came three times on her face and she lapped up every drop of me.”

“Did you two sixty-nine it?” Gary asked, getting ready to blow his load into my mouth.

“We did. Valerie’s sweet mother rode my face like a nasty whore. She begged me to make her cum with my slutty tongue.”

“Did you lick her ass?” Valerie wanted to know. She inserted a third finger into her tight hole and eagerly awaited my answer. “Please tell me you sucked my mom’s asshole…”

“I didn’t.” I paused with a naughty smirk on my face. “I thought it would be better if her daughter was the first one to tongue fuck her virgin ass.”

“God, no! No fucking way!” Her hand was pounding into her pussy like crazy. “I’ll never do anything like that with my own mother.” Valerie’s head lolled back as she passionately molested herself amidst her false denials. “I’m not going to have sex with my mom. Even if she spreads her ass and pussy for me and shoves it all in my face. Oh, God! I can’t do it! I can’t suck my mom’s cunt! I can’t!” Her orgasm began to overtake her. “No matter how much I want to…I can’t ever eat my mom’s cunt.”

“Oh yes you will, young lady. You’re going to eat your mother’s fuck hole and we’re all going to be there to see it. Me, Gary, and your brother.”

“No!” she wailed. “Not Cris!”

“Yes! He’ll be jacking his cock while you swallow your mother’s cum right in front of him.”

That finally did the trick.

“Ooooooh, fuck!” Valerie came up off the bed, thrusting her hips upward and pushing her fingers as deep as she could while her pussy contracted violently around them.

“So fucking hot, Mom…uhhh…” Gary leaned in and I opened my mouth just in time to catch his thick load.

The taste of my boy’s jizz and the sight of his girlfriend frigging herself like mad to the idea of sucking off her own mother sent me over the edge. Hearing me cum prompted Valerie to renew her efforts and she rubbed out a second orgasm right on the heels of her first. As soon as the aftershocks subsided, she lunged at me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if she wanted to taste Gary’s cum or get another sample of her mother’s intimate flavor. Whichever she was after, I was more than happy to let this sexy teen girl have her way with me.

As the two of us made out, and Gary went down began alternating between tonguing his girlfriend’s pussy and his mother’s, I decided it was time to put my plan into high gear.

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The sexual tension in the apartment was almost palpable, but it wasn’t until a couple days later that Cris and I found ourselves alone. As soon as I knew we had the place to ourselves, I stripped naked and went out to the living room where he was playing Gary’s Xbox. He was initially surprised to see me completely nude, but a smile slowly came to his face as his army man in the video game got his head blown off.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about that naughty thing we did the other day,” I said as I tweaked a nipple.

“Yeah, uh…me too…”

“I know I’m just a crazy old lady to you, and that you can have any girl in school that you want, but I was wondering if you could do me a little favor and fuck me. You have no idea how horny I get sometimes, and my pussy is just dying for a nice hard cock.”

“Really? You and me?”

“Really.” I turned, bent over, and spread my pussy lips. “Look how wet I am. I need a cock real bad and I want it to be yours. Please, Cris, I promise it won’t take long. You’ll be able to get right back to your game.”

He tossed the game controller aside and came toward me, his bulge already showing. “But what if someone comes home?”

“Mmm, that would be exciting, wouldn’t it?” I went to him and pulled his shirt off over his head. “My son already knows how attracted I am to you, so he wouldn’t be surprised to walk in and find his best friend balls deep in his mother’s cunt.” I undid his jeans and pulled them down for him. “And I had a long talk with your mom the other day.” I rubbed Cris’ hard-on through his boxer-briefs. “I told her how I wanted you to make love to me. She confessed that she wanted to do the same with Gary.”

“My mother would never say something like that. She…she…” He became distracted when I pulled down his underwear and let his cock hit my cheek.

“Your mother is very open with me about her secrets…especially right after I make her cum with my mouth.” I licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick.

“You shouldn’t say such dirty things about my mother, even if they are made up.” He struggled to focus as I sucked on the head of his cock. “She is a good woman and, aaaah mm…she’s not like that.”

“Not like me, you mean?” I took half his erection into my mouth and slowly drew back. “Your mom is a saint, is that it?”

“Yes…” He put his hand on my head and moaned as I ran my tongue across and around his balls. “She is devoted to the bible…and the Virgin Mary…and the church…She would be very angry with me for committing these sins with you.”

I turned my head and tickled the underside of his balls before leaning back and looking up at him. “Cris, go get my phone for me. It’s there on the counter.” I watched his dick bounce as he went and came back. I navigated to what I wanted to show him and handed my phone back.

He looked at the screen and his knees literally buckled.

“That’s…that’s…”

“That’s your sainted mother between my legs with her face buried in my pussy. Turns out your mom loves eating cunt, and she’s quite good at it if you must know.” I began stroking him. “I think you’ll like the next one.”

He moved to swipe but hesitated, his hand shaking. I peeled his foreskin back and playfully bit the tip of his cock. He went to the next picture. The look on his face was priceless. I’ll bet when he woke up this morning he wasn’t expecting to see his mother with her legs in the air spreading her pussy and ass wide open. He swiped again, which meant he was looking at a close up of his mom’s coochie from behind while she fingered her own asshole.

I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. “Your mother said it was okay if I fucked you, as long as she could fuck Gary.” That conversation hadn’t actually taken place yet, but it would.

“I can’t believe it.” He swiped back through the images, then went through them again more slowly. “This doesn’t seem possible.”

“Did you ever think this was possible?” I took his cock all the way down my throat. He sucked in a breath as my nose tickled along the fringe of his pubic hair. I pulled back and smiled up at my soon to be lover. “All those times you jerked off while fantasizing about me, did you ever think it was possible that you would really be in my mouth some day? Or that I’d let you put your cock deep inside my pussy?”

“It was you,” he managed to say as I used my tongue to toy with his balls. “You forced my mom to do those things. You tricked her.”

“Your sweet mother tells me I’m the devil when I’m sucking on her fat clit, or when we’re grinding our cunts together and she’s about to orgasm.” I grabbed his taut ass and gave it a nice squeeze. “I won’t deny trying everything I could to tempt her into doing those things with me, just as I tempted you into letting me swallow your cock.” I fellated his erection for a few moments to drive home the argument in my defense. “But you only gave in because you wanted it as much as me. And that goes for your mother as well. She wanted to spread her legs for me. She wanted to ride my face and cum in my mouth. She wanted to eat my cunt and suck my tits. I may be the devil, but you two have been very willing sinners.”

I turned away from him and went down on all fours there on the living room carpet. I wiggled my rump invitingly, then set my knees wider apart so he could see how open and easily accessible my most private holes were to him.

Cris looked from my lewd mating stance to the crude pictures of the pious woman who raised him. His expression was a mix of lust and denial.

“I’ll send those to you,” I assured him. “And I can get more if you want. Maybe one with my son’s cum all over her face. Would you like that?”

“No!” he roared and threw the phone at the couch. “You sick fucking whore! That’s my mother!”

I was afraid I’d overplayed my hand and ruined everything.

Cris came at me with a fierceness I’ve never seen in him before. I prepared myself for the pain of his angry fist striking me, knowing that I deserved whatever retribution he chose to punish me with. Instead of beating me, he dropped down, grabbed my hips, and rammed his cock forcefully into my cunt!

It hurt and I screamed out in pain. He pulled back and slammed into me again. Once more I screamed as his cock mercilessly stabbed into me, but I didn’t do anything to escape or stop his assault.

“You filthy whore!” he bellowed, punctuating this accusation with another brutal thrust. “First your son defiles my little sister with his dirty prick.” A hard smack landed on my ass cheek and the sting of it elicited a sobbing whimper from me. “Then you corrupt my good mother with your lesbian perversions.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up.

“Yes!” I cried. “My son fucked your sister! I fucked your mother!”

“And now it’s your turn to get fucked!” Cris began railing into me with a relentless fury. “You trapped me with your whore tricks. Tempted me with your tits in tight little shirts, and your ass in nothing but panties. Is this what you wanted, whore? You happy now? Fucking whore!”

To any observer, the scene that was playing out would look like a rape. And it would be rape if I it wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for. The mix of pain and pleasure from Cris’ vicious attack brought about a kind of fear I’d never known before – a fear that somehow brought the act of fucking to a place I hadn’t ever experienced before. He smacked my bare ass again, bringing me to focus my mind on the sexual onslaught I was being subjected to.

“I am a whore!” I acknowledged shamelessly. “Fuck me like the whore I am!” He renewed his impassioned violation of my pussy, jarring my entire body violently each time he smashed himself into me. “I’m going to tell your mother what you did to me and it’s going to turn her on so much that she’s going to masturbate her cunt while I tell her the story of how her son fucked me…of how you raped me and filled me with your cum.”

“Shut up!”

“Your mother is going to shove her fingers into her cunt and think of you…imagine it’s your cock inside her…while she prays that someday her son will rape her like this…”

“No!” His denial was accompanied with even deeper penetration of my already ravaged pussy.

“You want to fuck your mom, Cris! You want to fuck your sister! I know you do! Stop lying to yourself.”

“Shut your whore mouth!”

I felt him reach around and clamp his hand on my throat. The fear shifted to a new level. My heart was already beating too fast to go any faster. I tried to take in a breath, but couldn’t. Too far. I’d gone much too far, and now it was too late to pull back. I struggled, but my assailant was much stronger. This was it. It would be called a crime of passion in the news, and poor Cris would spend the best years of his life in prison. Strangely, the only thought that came to me in what I was sure were going to be my last moments was whether I’d be able to cum before I died.

Suddenly he let go of my throat and pulled out of me. I heard a feminine gasp that wasn’t my own as I sucked air into my burning lungs. Warm wetness began falling on the backs of my thighs and my ass. Cris was cumming. Another few seconds and I would have been doing the same.

“What the fuck, Cris?”

I looked up to see who was speaking. Valerie and my son were standing in the doorway. She was aghast, Gary stood behind her smiling as he took in the scene.

I pushed a sweat-soaked stand of hair out of my face. “You two are home early.” Cris’ jizz trickled down over my skin where I was sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. “Don’t mind us, we were just having a friendly little fuck.”

Cris jumped up, and without a word ran to his room and slammed the door. I angled my ass toward Valerie.

“If you ever wanted to know what your brother’s cum tastes like…here’s your chance.”

Valerie’s eyes went to my sperm-covered ass. She looked at Gary, silently seeking his permission. My son looked at me and chuckled, then nudged his girlfriend forward and closed the door behind him before any of the neighbors could see the debauchery that was about to take place.

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Chapter 30 >>

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Learning Curves

As I slipped a second finger into my sister’s asshole, I could hardly believe we were doing this, much less that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. It started with Jess acting weird. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me her boyfriend wanted to have anal sex, but that she was too afraid. I told her that I’d tried it before and how it could be good if you know how to do it right. This got her even more freaked out and she begged me to tell her what exactly that meant. I explained the mistakes I’d made and what I’d do differently if I had it to do over. She had a million questions and only got more stressed when I couldn’t give her the exact details in a way she could understand. Finally, out of frustration, I blurted, “Do you just want me to show you?” I didn’t really mean it, but when she said yes, it turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected.

Me and Jess shared a room ever since we were little. We were naked in front of each other all the time and it was no big deal. When I started sprouting hair down there and my boobs began to come in, Jess was very curious and I’d let her inspect the changes my body was going through. Only a year later, I was inspecting her development, and we often compared ourselves without any reservation. Not long after that, my little sister heard me masturbating in the dark when I thought she was asleep. She asked me what I was doing and I showed her the wonderful new trick that I’d discovered. After that it wasn’t unusual for us to masturbate around each other, and we often did it together either side-by-side or face-to-face. Sometimes we would cuddle together in bed at night when it was cold or during a scary storm. Usually we just hugged and snuggled, but sometimes I would tickle her nipples or she would rub my butt. That was about as sexual as we ever got together.

Before I had a chance to tell my sister I wasn’t serious about my offer, Jess had her pants and panties off before I knew it and was lying on my bed with her butt in the air. It seemed weird, but also perfectly natural. I spread her butt cheeks and spit on her perfect little virgin asshole. She squealed in fear as I gently worked a finger into her. She was so tight! I couldn’t imagine a cock fitting in there. I slowly worked my sister’s hole while she moaned. I was surprised when she asked for me to stick another finger in there. I could tell this hurt her a little, but she made me keep going. My surprise turned to shock when she began masturbating while if fingered her ass. Watching each other was one thing, but this was something else.

It felt so cool when Jess made herself cum and I could feel her ring of muscles tighten and spasm around my fingers. She said it was one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. She was all giddy and silly after that and said she wanted to do it to me. I said no way, but she wrestled me down onto the bed and after a couple minutes of screaming, struggling, and hair pulling she managed to rip my panties down and get a finger shoved into my asshole. I gave in at that point and let myself enjoy the sensation of my little sister butt fucking me. I wasn’t able to resist playing with my pussy like she had, and soon I was having my own mind-blowing orgasm.

After lying around like a couple of limp noodles and talking more about the ins and outs of anal sex, we got in the shower together. Once we were all lathered up, it was inevitable that we’d end up in a naked hug, each of us reaching around behind the other and inserting a soapy finger so we could enjoy the new trick we’d discovered together. We rubbed our slippery tits and sudsy mounds together as we violated one another’s backside holes. I had three more orgasms during that shower, and my sister had at least that many. I was pretty sure we’d be cuddling together in the same bed later that night, but not because it was cold or there being a scary storm. I couldn’t wait to find out what we discovered next!

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Open Door Policy 25

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Open Door Policy, Ch. 25
by DirtyMindedMom

I closed the bedroom door, yanked down my son’s pants, and grabbed his cock. Even though I had sucked him off that morning before he went to school, it felt like it had been forever since I last touched it. He was hard in a matter of seconds. I stroked his thick stiffness as I kissed him passionately on the lips. His hands groped my ass, then my tits. If he threw me down on the mattress and tried to fuck me right then I wouldn’t have been able to resist him.

“Just so you know,” I said breathlessly, trying to keep my voice low so no one else in the apartment could hear, “Valerie’s mom has a gorgeous pussy.”

Gary pulled back and gave me a look. “And how do you know that?”

“While we were masturbating on the sofa together this afternoon, she spread her legs nice and wide and gave me a wonderful view of her cunt.”

“You two jerked off with each other?” Gary’s hand plunged down the front of my pants, his finger easily finding its way into my moist crease. “What the fuck, Mom? My girlfriend isn’t enough, now you have to go for her mother? What’s next?”

“Her brother.”

His finger pushed up inside me. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Vera’s mom wants your cock, and I want to fuck Cris. We played with our cunts and talked about all the nasty things we’d do with the two of you.” From the way Gary was thrusting his cock into my hand I could tell he was already getting close.

“You are unreal. How fucked up is it that the horniest slut I know is my own mother?”

“It’s not my fault. I need a cock inside me.” I paused, giving him a chance to offer his own penis to fulfill my mounting needs. “Will you do it?”

“Do what?”

I wasn’t sure for a second what I was really asking for. I forced my mind back on the right track.

“Will you fuck Vera so I can fuck Cris?”

“I’m up for it, but what about Valerie?” The pad of his finger was hitting just the right spot up inside me. It was amazing how good he’d become at getting me off in the span of just a few months. He was far better than his useless father was after twenty years of practice.

“Shit, I didn’t even think of her.” We were both having trouble concentrating on the conversation as we frantically worked each other to the brink. “Tell her to sneak over to our room tonight. I want to watch you two fuck.” I pumped his cock faster. “I want to see you shove this sexy hunk of meat in that bald little twat of hers. Then I want you to both eat my horny fucking cunt out together.”

That did it for Gary. The cum fired out of his cock onto my shirt and belly as we stood there in the bedroom desperately stroking one another.

“Oh, fuck, Mom, yes!”

Trails of semen tickled my skin as they slithered down into my panties.

“After that, she’ll be in a receptive mood, and then we’ll talk to her and see if she’ll agree to letting us fuck her family.”

“You devious pervert.” The palm of his hand was grinding against my hard clit. I was right there.

Thoughts of what I was going to see and do later that night sparked me off. My knees went weak and I might have dropped to the floor if my son hadn’t been holding me up by the crotch. My sudden weight drove his finger in deeper and amped up my orgasm to the next level. I’d already cum half a dozen times that day, but the sensation was no less diminished for all the stimulation I’d already enjoyed earlier. “Fuuuuck, that was good.”

We kissed for a while longer. Gary massaged my inner wetness, and I milked a little more from his manly tool. Finally, knowing we had been closed up in our room long enough for it to be suspicious, I leaned down and sucked the head of his cum-smeared cock clean. He did the same with the lady goo that was coating his fingers. We then changed into clean clothes. He went out first, then I followed a few minutes later.

Gary hadn’t explicitly agreed to my plan, but I knew he was on-board. Now all we had to do was convince Valerie to go along with this shamefully sick plan of ours.

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Later that evening, I stood in my room listening at my door. I had on a light white tank top, and a pair of flimsy pajama shorts that I had pulled up a little higher than they should have been. No bra. No panties. Gary was on the bed doing something on his phone, occasionally looking up at me and shaking his head with a smirk. I picked up the sound of teeth being brushed a few steps away in the bathroom. That was my cue. I pinched both my nipples good and hard and waited another few seconds before stepping out and heading that way.

“Oops!” I said in feigned surprise as I walked in on Cris standing in front of the sink in nothing but a pair of boxers. I praised the warm weather and lack of air conditioning for the sight I was being treated to as well as for the excuse of being as scantily clad as I was. “Sorry, hon, I thought maybe I left my bra in here. Do you mind if I check?”

His eyes involuntarily darted to my chest, no doubt noticing my stiff nips poking up. Cris just shook his head and looked away. He continued brushing slowly as I squeezed past him, putting my hand on his hip as I did. I pretended to look around for my bra, bending down to check behind the toilet at one point. Even if he didn’t turn and take a peek at my cheeks, he’d be able to see them reflected in the mirror.

“Where the heck did I leave it?” I grumbled. “You boys are so lucky. You only have to keep track of half the amount of underwear that we do, and you don’t have to worry about having boobs that flop around all over the place.” I jiggled my tits a little to accentuate my point. The toothbrush stopped in mid-stroke. “Aren’t you glad you don’t have boobs like this to deal with?”

“uhhh…uh huh…” he agreed with a mouthful of minty foam as he watched me in the mirror.

I leaned around his side, looking down and making sure my breasts pressed against him. “Of course, we girls don’t have to worry about getting big bulges in our underwear like you boys do.” I patted him on the shoulder. “G’night, Cris. Sweet dreams.”

I put a little extra wiggle in my walk as I left, hoping he was watching me as I went. Once safely in my room, I was tempted to jump on Gary, but I wanted us to both save ourselves for Valerie’s visit later that night. Instead, I wondered if my little act had been enough to plant some nasty thoughts in Cris’s head. Thoughts that maybe he was beating off to at that very moment.

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I was too excited to sleep, so I was awake to hear Valerie slipping into our room. There was just enough light for her to find her way to Gary on his air mattress. I was barely able to make out the two of them shedding what little they had on. The sound of kissing and bare skin rubbing against skin had my pussy fluttering as I pulled off my top and shorts.

“Suck my tits,” Valerie whispered.

I heard suckling noises and wanted to join in, but I felt I should at least wait until I was invited. I played with my own tits and was grateful that my son allowed me to be a part of his sex life in such an intimate way. I lightly stroked my pussy, trying not to touch anything that would bring me off too soon.

“I need to fuck you so bad,” Gary murmured. I imagined he was saying those words to me.

The bedside light flicked on and I was able to see the naked bodies of two horny teens entwined an arm’s length away. It was a delectable view. Valerie held a condom pack out to me.

“Can you put it on for us?”

That was my invitation. I gave my clit a parting tap and took the condom. “You two should get up here on the mattress, it’ll be quieter.” They got onto the bed with me, trying not to make too much noise. I opened the little packet and pulled out the disk of thin rubber that was all that stood between me and a grandchild.

“Wait,” Valerie said before I could put it on. “Can I see you suck it first?”

I was more than happy to give her a quick suck show. I went down on my son in front of his girlfriend as she rubbed her fist over her mound. She snuggled up to Gary and nibbled his ear lobe.

“Your mom is totally sucking your cock, right now. That is so fucking nasty.”

They kissed and I continued loving my boy’s generous erection with my mouth. I knew he was eager to fuck, and I was eager to see him fuck, so this only went on for another minute or so before I pulled myself away and rolled to condom down the considerable length of his shaft.

“There you go,” I said. “Now get that pussy over here and give this cock the fucking it deserves.”

Valerie moved on top of my son. I held his cock upright while she lowered herself onto it. I watched with envious fascination as he disappeared inside her inch by glorious inch. My hand was forced out of the way as she took him all in. I contented myself with tickling his balls as they began fucking.

Gary’s hands were on her hips. She was ready to ride him like a prize bull, but he held her steady and moderated her movements. I was proud of how he had already learned to appreciate the pleasure you could get from taking your time instead of just racing for the finish line of orgasm like most boys his age would do. Valerie might not get it yet, but she would when her next boyfriend gets off in three pumps then goes to sleep.

I was mesmerized by the erotic union taking place only inches from my face. Her body lowered, sheathing my boy’s cock deep into her pussy. Her lips were tight around his shaft. I could almost feel him inside of me as I watching him fill her up. She lifted up. Her cunt clung to him as his cock was slowly unveiled to me once more. It would have looked so much better without the necessary evil of the condom. I fondled Gary’s balls as Valerie’s pussy repeated that scene over and over again for the next several minutes.

“You like that, Mrs. Harden? I know you do. I know how much you like watching me fuck your son’s big cock with my horny pussy. You want this, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yes, you lucky little bitch. Ride that beautiful cock for me.”

“This is so fucking sick,” she moaned as she bottomed out and bounced right back up to do it again.

I prayed that her brother and mother were asleep in the next room and not hearing all of this. I didn’t want anything to derail my seduction plans I had for them. If I was able to control my urges to any degree, I wouldn’t even be doing this. As it was, I jammed my dildo into my pussy and enjoyed the teen sex show playing out on my bed in front of me.

I wasn’t a stranger to porn while I’d been married. My dirtbag husband would occasionally bring home a dirty VHS movie back when that was a thing. I pretended it was all beneath me, but I was very intrigued by it all. I was never brave enough to go to the video store and rent one for myself. The weird thing that I did do was agree to make a homemade sex tape and then sometimes watch it alone. I felt ridiculous masturbating to myself having sex, but it was the closest thing to porn I had. Then the internet came along.

It was only a once-in-a-while thing for me, but I loved the thrill of those evenings when I had the house to myself and I was able to log on and watch whatever filthy thing I could think of. I would sit in front of the computer and fuck myself to all sorts of nasty sex, on edge the whole time worried about someone coming home unexpectedly. The fear of getting caught only added to the excitement of it all. In all that time, I never anticipated that one day I’d be getting myself off to what was basically live porn featuring my own son.

“Fuck that cock, you horny slut,” I growled. “Make my son’s cock cum with that tight cunt of yours.”

“Oh, fuck, yeees…” was all she could say in response as she humped faster. She was an animal in heat, the only thing that drove her were the primal urges. Her body demanded satisfaction. The poor girl had no choice, she had to fuck. And so did I. If I didn’t have the self-control that maturity brings, I would have pushed her aside and taken that magnificent cock for myself. I was able to stave off this impulse by repeatedly plunging my dildo into my pussy and imagining it was my son’s cock pounding into me.

I lay down alongside Gary with one hand on Valerie’s butt, feeling the motion of their increasingly urgent lovemaking. I pressed my vulva against his hip. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of him. More of her. I wanted to be a part of them and what they were doing.

“You look so sexy when you fuck,” I whispered into my boy’s ear. “It feels nice, doesn’t it? Having a hot pussy wrapped around your cock?” I kissed his neck.

“So good, Mom.”

Valerie’s hand found one of my tits and she grasped at it roughly. Her fingers dug into my soft flesh, but the pain was nothing more than a show of how much she wanted to include me in their sex.

“You want this, don’t you, Mrs. Harden? What I have. You want to fuck your own son. You want his cock up inside you. Go ahead and admit it. You want him to cum in your cunt the way he does in mine.”

I couldn’t deny any part of what she said. “I do,” I whispered, ashamed to admit it to myself as much as out loud to her. “My son’s cock makes me so horny.”

She leaned down and kissed me, then moved to Gary, then back to me. Valerie then pushed my head toward my son. I didn’t know if he was willing to kiss me in front of his girlfriend. Sucking his cock was one thing, but letting her in on just how intimate we could be with each other was another. Gary brought his lips to mine. After a few soft, chaste kisses, his tongue pushed into my mouth. I responded in kind. Just like that I was passionately making out with my son as he fucked his girl.

“Oooh, fuck that’s hot. This is so freaking kinky.” Valerie sat up without missing a beat on Gary’s cock and reached down between my legs. I opened up and let her slip a couple fingers inside me. “So fucking kinky…I love it.”

For the next several minutes we fucked, and fingered, and kissed, and sucked. My pussy, Valerie’s tits, Gary’s cock, lips, nipples, asses, balls, and cunts. It was a blur of flesh and pleasure. Pleasure like you couldn’t get alone. Pleasure like you couldn’t get with only one other person. The totality of our ecstasy was well beyond the sum of our parts.

Valerie was the first to give in. “I’m going to cum,” she moaned.

Gary let my tit drop from his mouth. “Me, too…”

I quickly moved around behind them. Valerie leaned forward to give me a better view. I then pushed her ample ass cheeks apart so I could get an even better view. I could see it all. My son’s cock pounded up into her pussy as she bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. There was a creamy froth circling the point where he entered her again and again. Valerie’s cute pucker tightened each time Gary drove himself home inside her. It was a magnificent sight to behold for this proud mother.

“Aahhh, fuuuuck,” Valerie hissed, tamping down on the scream she so obviously wanted to let out. Her asshole flexed rapidly, hinting at the convulsions that were taking hold of her pussy.

Gary pushed up, lifting his girlfriend off the mattress with him, and grunted through gritted teeth. His hands gripped her hips and I could almost feel him cumming inside me as I watched him strain. The two of them relaxed suddenly, their bodies sated for the moment. I snuggled up alongside them once again.

A few minutes went by before Valerie kissed Gary and said, “I think it’s your mom’s turn to get off.”

The girl was reading my mind. I slid a hand down between my legs. I jumped when my finger touched my clit. Yeah, it was definitely my turn. I closed my eyes and lightly toyed with myself, replaying the graphic image of them fucking in my mind. The two of them were moving next to me, and I waited with anticipation to see how they were going to help me along.

Something warm and slimy oozed through my fingers and onto my pussy. I opened my eyes to see Valerie squeezing the contents of Gary’s condom out onto my cunt. My son had a sly smile on his face. He must have told her about me stealing their used condoms and using them for my own illicit pleasure. Such a big-mouthed blabber.

I smeared the fresh cum over my lips and stiff clit. Gary got up on his knees, brandishing his cock. I once again marveled at the wonder of youth. His dick hadn’t wilted a bit. Valerie emptied what remained in the condom along the top side of his erection. Gary then turned and offered his cum-flavored cock to me. I opened up without hesitation and let my boy feed himself into my mouth.

Valerie watched with perverse glee as I played with my cummy cunt and sucked the cock that had been inside her pussy only a few minutes earlier. She fingered herself and played with her nipples as she enjoyed the show. Gary’s hand sought out one of my tits and began massaging it not so gently. I wanted so badly to scream out with the pure joy of it all, but I fought to keep my enthusiasm for this depraved scene under control.

As soon as Valerie saw that I was getting close to bringing myself off, she pushed my hand away and buried her face in my jizz-coated pussy. I pulled off my son’s cock for a moment. “Oh, you fucking hot little slut! Lick up all that cum, baby.”

I was back on Gary’s cock by the time he said, “Eat my mom’s cunt, whore. Make the horny bitch cum.”

Any good mother would have washed her son’s mouth out with soap for talking like that. Me, I wanted to wash his mouth out with my tongue for saying those words. “Give me your balls, sweetheart.” I opened wide and Gary lowered his sack into my mouth. He tucked himself in, cramming both testicles in. I couldn’t do much beyond wiggle my tongue over his scrotum a little, but the idea of having his whole ball sack in my mouth at once drove me wild. He began stroking his erection as I sucked and struggled to breathe through my nose. The lack of oxygen soon had my head spinning. I was getting higher by the second, which only made me more and more aware of the orgasm Valerie was about to give me in the next few moments.

Maybe it was the delirious state I was in, but without warning I had the oddest vision. I imagined myself letting loose and pissing right in Valerie’s face. I’d never consciously considered such a thing in my life, but the very thought of it propelled me to my climax and beyond.

It was a good thing my moans were muffled by Gary’s balls filling my mouth, or I surely would have woken up Vera and Cris. As it was, Valerie sucked me off to two, or maybe three, orgasms one on top of the other while I did all I could not to unintentionally castrate my boy. Gary let out a breathy grunt and spilled a nice warm load of semen onto my face. Valerie saw this and was launched into her next orgasm, pressing her mouth into my hairy cunt to muffle her own screams.

Valerie crawled up on top of me and began licking the spunk from my face. She then kissed me, and passed a generous helping of my son’s creamy goo into my mouth. She went back to my face and sucked up what was left behind before kissing Gary. I had to assume she was giving him a taste of his own cum and then some. This sent goosebumps over my entire body as I watched one of the most sensual kisses I’d ever witnessed. They brought their faces down to mine, and the three of us shared in a three-way naked make out session the likes of which I never imagined I’d ever play a part in.

A lot of time went by like that. At some point Gary turned out the light and we continued groping, touching, kissing, and rubbing in the dark. Our movements had become slow and sleepy, but no one wanted to be the first to nod off.

“Do you think she’s in a receptive mood yet?” Gary asked groggily.

“In the mood for what?” Valerie murmured, rousing herself just enough to speak.

“I want to fuck your brother,” I said. I’d planned to approach it with more tact, but that would have taken too much effort.

Valerie slipped two fingers inside me. “Really? You want my brother’s cock in here?”

“Mmm…yes. Okay with you?”

“Fine with me.” She nuzzled one of my nipples. “As long as he’s into it.”

“Before you agree,” Gary warned, “there’s more to it.”

“Like what?”

I stroked her hair hoping she was relaxed enough not to scream at what I was about to suggest.

“Your mom said it would be okay with her if I did it with your brother, but only if Gary fucks her.”

She stopped suckling; her fingers went still inside me.

“No way she said that.”

“She did,” I assured her. “Right after the two of us finished masturbating in front of each other on the sofa this afternoon.”

“You saw my mother masturbating?” She was sounding more awake now.

“We’ve been sharing my dildo for the past couple weeks, and today we just somehow ended up fingering our cunts together and talking about all the things we’d like to do with the two young studs we have in the apartment with us.”

“Holy fucking shit. The way she lost her mind when she caught me playing with myself, she acted like she never touched her pussy in her life. And now it turns out she’s beating off with my boyfriend’s mother?”

Gary and I didn’t dare speak as she processed this.

“Did she cum?” Valerie asked quietly.

“She did.” Her fingers began moving again inside me. “A couple of times, actually. Your mom has a great pussy…and fantastic tits.”

“Did she run straight to confession right after?”

“Not that I know of. Though she did call on God a few times in the heat of the moment.”

“That hypocritical bitch.” Valerie licked my nipple. “That horny, perverted, lesbian slut bitch.” She sucked and fingered harder, making me wonder if she’d forgotten the original question. “She tells me not to have sex until I’m married, but she wants my boyfriend’s cock. She makes me out to be the sinful one for making myself cum, but she’s more than happy to commit adultery with a kid?” She came up and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel her anger, frustration, and excitement.

Gary remained silent, clearly unsure about what he could say to help his cause. I had no doubt that he wanted to fuck Mrs. Ramos, but he was worried about appearing too eager in front of his girlfriend. Instead, he silently pressed his cock against my hip while he massaged Valerie’s lovely ass.

“You can’t be too hard on her,” I said once I was able to regain possession of my own lips. “She never knew anything else. She’s only repeating the things her mother said to her. I’m sure she was just as horny when she was your age as you are now. The difference was that she couldn’t get away with half of the dirty things you do.”

“You really think she would have finger blasted her boyfriend’s mom like this?” Valerie made a show of pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of my sopping pussy.

I wanted her to keep going and make me cum, but I didn’t want to get distracted. I grabbed her wrist and regretfully forced her to stop the welcomed torture.

“Maybe she would have if given the same opportunities you’ve had.” I kissed her softly to make sure she knew I was on her side. “But what’s important now is that she finally does have the opportunity to explore her sexuality in a way she never could before. If we help her go down this path, she won’t be able to make you feel guilty for all the slutty things you like to do.”

She took this in for a moment. “You really think so?”

“I do.” I released her wrist and pushed her fingers deep inside me. “She won’t chastise you for playing with your cunt whenever you want. She won’t be able to criticize you for fucking as much cock as you want. And, if we play it just right, she won’t even be able to call you a sinner for eating out my pussy and making me cum all over your face.”

“Ah, this isn’t just about Gary, is it?” Valerie squirmed her naked body against mine. “You want to sit on my mom’s face, don’t you? You’re going to corrupt her the way you did with me.”

“Only because she wants to be corrupted as much as you did.”

“Has anyone ever told you what a sick bitch you are, Mrs. Harden?”

“Just remember, only a sick bitch would arrange it so you could watch your mother suck off your boyfriend’s mom.”

She tried to hold back, but couldn’t. “Fuck…that would be hot.” She turned her face away from me, embarrassed by how much the idea of seeing her mom performing kinky, lesbian sex thrilled her.

I knew there was a pretty good chance she had an unspoken desire to do more than just watch her mother, but now wasn’t the time to push her on that front.

“Just imagine what it would look like to see your sainted mother naked and sixty-nining with me.” I rolled her over with that, reversed myself and mounted her putting us in the position I was referring to. She went straight for my pussy, which was already more than halfway to yet another orgasm. “Gary, sweetie, you know what mommy wants, right?”

I was barely able to make out his grin in the darkened room. He moved behind me, spread my cheeks, and began tonguing my asshole. The feeling of having two mouths down there at once was exquisite. I lowered my head and buried my face in Valerie’s pussy. It was warm and wet and swollen with excitement. Her pungent scent was strong after all the sex she’d already had. The rank smell of her only turned me on more.

Gary alternated between licking and fingering my butt. Valerie alternated between sucking my clit and tongue fucking my hole. I alternated between eating pussy and taking in the amazing sensations the two teenagers were giving me. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again…then again. Once I’d had mine, I focused on Valerie and brought her off in short order.

By the time we had rearranged ourselves, Gary already had another condom on. He climbed on top of his girl and began fucking her nice and slow. I fell asleep next to them as they made love wondering how a boy his age had enough self-control not to just go crazy and start pounding her like mad after what we’d all just done. Someone’s hand was between my legs as the world drifted away.

I woke up in the morning in bed alone. My pubic hair was plastered with dried cum. I suspected someone had emptied out a used condom down there while I slept – the little brats. The night played through my mind as my fingers idly stroked the crusty mess infused throughout my cunt hair. I wanted to get busy planning my seduction of Cris and figuring out how to be sure everything played out just the way I intended, but there was no way I’d be able to concentrate until I got myself off at least twice.

I licked my fingers, spread my legs wide, and got to it.

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