Caught One Handed

“How long were you there?”

“Uh…maybe ten minutes…about…”

“So you saw what I was doing?”

“Well…sorta, yeah.”

“Why aren’t you in school?”

“Early release day, Mom.  Sorry…”

“Okay, no big deal, right?  My son got home early and saw me masturbating on the living room sofa, and decided to watch.  Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

“I didn’t mean to, I just came in, and you were there, and when I saw that you were all naked I was going to leave, but then you started touching yourself, and…and I couldn’t stop looking…”

“You couldn’t stop invading my privacy?  You couldn’t stop gawking at your mother masturbating her pussy?  You couldn’t stop watching me getting myself off knowing how humiliating that would be?”

“No…I guess not…”

“Fuck my life.”

“Sorry.”

“At least tell me this…did you like what you saw?  Go on, speak up!”

“Uh…yeah, of course.”

“Of course?”

“Well, geez, I mean look at you Mom.  You know you’ve got a totally hot body and all.  How am I supposed to not like seeing you naked?”

“And you liked seeing me spread my legs and finger myself?”

“Yeah, sure, of course.”

“Of course.”

“It was like seeing a porno, but in real life.  Especially when you licked your fingers after they were…um, down there.  I know you’re my mom and stuff, but seeing you do that right there for real was…y’know…”

“No, I don’t know.  What was it?”

“It…it was…hot…”

“Watching your own mother masturbate was hot?  Do you even know how fucked up that is?”

“Sorry…”

“I suppose you got hard.”

“Huh?”

“Your penis.  Did your penis get hard while you watched me play with my pussy?”

“Ah…kinda…yeah.”

“Take it out.”

“What?”

“You heard me.  Take your cock out of your pants.  I’m standing here completely naked, so the least you can do is pull your dick out and let me see it.”

“Um…okay…”

“I can’t believe it’s still hard.  This is sick.”

“I can’t help it, Mom.  C’mon, what do you expect when you’re standing there with your boobs out, and…and…”

“And my pussy out?  Or do you prefer a different word.  Ok, yeah, so I’m standing here with my tits and my cunt out for the world to see.  What?  You want more?  How about my ass?  There take a good look – Mom’s naked butt.  Still not enough?  Oh, right, you haven’t seen my asshole yet.  Let me just spread my cheeks for you.  How’s that?  Does Mommy’s asshole make your cock nice and hard?”

“Yeah!  I mean…uh…no?”

“So, what now?  You going to go to your room and beat off to all of this?  You going to think about your naked mother, finger fucking herself on the sofa, and spreading her ass for you, and jack your cock?  Think about me and shoot a huge load of cum all over yourself?”

“Uh…I guess not…”

“Bullshit.”

“Okay…maybe I might, but what else do you expect…?”

“What I expect is…what I want is…fuck.  Fine, if that’s what you’re going to do anyway, go ahead and do it…right here.  Now.”

“You mean…?”

“I mean I want you to jerk off your cock here in front of me.  You watched me masturbate, so now I’m going to watch you.  Let’s see how you like it.”

“But…”

“But what?  Why beat off just thinking about what you saw?  I’m right here.  Naked.  Tits, cunt, ass.  Go ahead.  Jack off to your mom like the sick little pervert that you are.”

“I don’t…”

“Stop acting like you don’t want this.  Look, you’re already holding your dick.  So, go ahead, stroke it for Mommy.  Show me what a man you are.  Let me see how much cum you’ve got in those balls of yours.  Or are your balls only big enough for you to spy on your mother in secret?”

“Like this?”

“No point in being shy now.  Go on and stroke it like you mean it.  Like you do when you’re alone at night in your bed.  Just like when you fantasize about some girl from school.  Like when you think about touching a boob for the first time, or seeing a naked lady for real.  Yes, that’s more like it.  Grip it tight.  Work it like you do when you think about sliding your fingers in a woman’s cunt…any woman…even if it’s your own mom.”

“Mom, I never…even…”

“Don’t lie, honey.  If you never thought about me like that before, you wouldn’t have stayed and watched.  You’ve jacked off thinking about these tits, haven’t you?  You’ve made your cock cum to thoughts of seeing me naked, wondering what my cunt looked like, smelled like, wanting to know how it feels.  That’s right, keep going, nice and fast, baby.”

“I didn’t…Mom, please…okay, yes!  Yes, I thought about all that stuff!”

“Well, now’s your chance.  Go ahead.  Put your finger in.  My cunt is right here.  Mommy’s wet hole.  Hell, go ahead and put two or three fingers in.  My cunt can take that and plenty more.”

“I…I…oh…it’s slippery…and warm…and so soft…”

“Just imagine what this pussy would feel like wrapped tight around your cock.”

“Really?”

“Ha…dream on, little boy.  No way I’m letting you put that dirty prick of yours inside me.”

“Mom…I’m…I’m gonna…”

“Cum?  Is my perverted, peeping son about to cum?  Where would you rather shoot it?  On the floor, or in Mommy’s mouth?”

“Ah…I don’t know…”

“It’s not a trick question.  You can spill your seed on the ground, which we all know is a sin.  Or I can kneel down here in front of you, open my mouth wide, and let you spurt it on my tongue so that I can taste my boy’s sperm and swallow it all down.”

“Okay…then, yes…in your mouth…please.”

“What a filthy fucking pervert you turned out to be.  Try not to get any on my face, I want it all.  And I’m guessing you won’t mind if I touch myself while I’m down here.  For some reason seeing my nasty son beating off his cock for me has gotten my clit as stiff as it’s been in ages.”

“Mom!  I’m going to cum!”

“Go ahead, baby.  Right here…ahhhh…”

“Oh, fuck!  Fuck, Mom…holy fuckin’ shit…”

“Mmmm…perfect aim.  Yum…oh, that’s good.  That’s about the best tasting cum I’ve had in years.  So much better than old-man spunk.  You know what this means…”

“Uh…no…?”

“It means you’re going to be feeding Mommy your cum a lot more from now on.  How does that sound?”

“It sounds awesome!”

“I thought you’d like that idea.  Now just let me look at you while I finish myself off.  Oh, fuck, that’s a beautiful cock.  Come over here and let me give it a little suck.  Mmmmffff.  Hey, I didn’t say you could touch my tits.  Oh, fuck it, go ahead.  I’m almost there.  Pinch my nipple…harder…fuck, yes!  Give me your cock…Mmmmfffmm…”

“This is so amazing…”

“Yes!  Ah, ah, ah, ah…so fuckin’ amazing!  I’m going to cum!  I’m going to cum with my son’s fucking cock in my mouth…mmmffmmmfffph! Ahhhhh!”

“Mom?”

“Hold on, sweetie, my head is still spinning…”

“Okay…is that it?  Are we…done?”

“Not by a long shot, sweetheart.  You know how I said I’d never let you put your dirty little prick in my pussy…I may have just had a change of heart.  Take the rest of your clothes off and come give Mommy a nice big hug…”

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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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Open Door Policy 35

Open Door Policy 35
by DirtyMindedMom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Playing with themselves?” I offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was time. I needed to fuck my boy.

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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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