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My Dirty Mind The taboo fantasies of a "normal" housewife Search Main menu Skip to primary content Skip to secondary content Post navigation ← Older posts Daughter’s Offer Posted on July 9, 2020 by Rachael DMM Reply Posted in Caption | Leave a reply Open Door Policy 36 Posted on July 1, 2020 by Rachael DMM 7 << Chapter 35 Open Door Policy 36 by DirtyMindedMom I looked across the table at my son. The light from the candle between us flickered, casting a glow over his handsome face. I was nervous. The kind of nervous you get when you’re out on a date…a first date. The sounds of the restaurant were muted; the clink of silverware and the murmur of conversation weren’t part of our private world. It was just the two of us, and I was in love. And not the kind of love a mother has for her child, but the kind that a woman has for a man. A man she desperately desires. A man whose babies she wants inside her. It was hopelessly irrational, but nonetheless, it was there. “How is it?” I asked, not really caring what his answer was, but just wanting to hear his voice. “Great, Mom,” he said in a deep bass that was so unlike what he sounded like only a year ago. My baby was grown up. No longer a cute little boy, but a handsome man…a handsome, sexy man. “But isn’t this too expensive?” “You only turn seventeen once, sweetheart. And you’re worth it.” “It’s still too much.” He cleared the last bite from his plate just like I’d always taught him. Such a good boy. “What do you want for dessert?” I asked absently as I watched him chew his food with masculine gusto. He paused and got an impish look in his eye. “You.” Despite myself, I felt a blush come to my cheeks. He joked like that all the time with me, but it was the first time he dared to do it in public. I was positively giddy. “Maybe when we get home.” “Or maybe when we get out to the car.” “Where some stranger might see?” I acted like I was appalled at the very suggestion of something so scandalous. “Oh, I get it, you want to wait until we get home so we can do it in front of an audience of people you know. You’re such an exhibitionist slut.” He had me there. He kept his voice low, but I was still afraid someone might overhear. Afraid, and excited, that maybe someone had. “You shouldn’t call your mother a slut…even if she is one,” I scolded him about as mildly as one could. “Oh, you love it and you know it.” He had me there again. “And, by the way, I love that dress, Mom. You look great. I bet every man in this place wants you.” “And you’re loving the fact that you are the only one who can.” I felt the butterflies in my tummy. I’d have thought he’d gotten enough of my tits by now, but I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes were constantly going to my cleavage and staying there. It made me feel good that at my age I could command the attention of a younger man…even if it was my son. “I can have you, can’t I?” The look on his face betrayed all the lewd thoughts in his mind. “Speaking of which, what do you think your birthday present from me is?” I wanted to wait to reveal my plans, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I thought dinner was my present,” he sipped at the last of the wine that I’d allowed him. The waiter had given me a warning look when he noticed, so I didn’t risk pouring him a second glass. “Dinner is part of it.” I leaned back and waited to see if he’d catch on. When he just sat there clueless, smiling at me like a dopey little puppy dog, I gave up. “Honey, why do you think I brought you to a restaurant in a fancy hotel?” “Don’t know…’cause the food is good…?” “Sure, but can you guess why I have a room reserved upstairs?” “Oh…um…we’re going to sleep over?” “That’s one of the things we’re going to do.” He puzzled things out in his head for a few moments. “But we can just go home and do all that stuff for free.” “Well,” my nervousness hit a peak, “maybe I don’t want an audience for what we’re going to do tonight.” “What’s that?” He had to be playing me – no way was a boy of mine that dense. “Don’t you think you and I have been fooling around long enough? Don’t you feel like there’s something missing between us? Something left…undone?” He thought. His confusion cleared and his face took on a luster of unrestrained hope. “Really?” he whispered hoarsely. “When we’re done here, I’m going to take you upstairs, and for your seventeenth birthday, I’m going to let you make love to me. For real.” He sat stock still, mouth slightly agape, staring at me unblinking. “Did you hear me?” I prodded, trying not to giggle like a foolish schoolgirl at the effect this news had on him. “We’re going to fuck tonight?” I nodded, unable to look away from the glimmer of his wide-eyed disbelief. “You’re giving me your pussy for my birthday?” The matronly lady a couple tables over turned and gave me a sour look of recrimination. I just smiled back, not caring that she’d heard – not even caring if she suspected we were mother and son. Nothing was going to spoil this night for me. “I guess you can say that.” “But…but I didn’t bring any condoms,” he patted his pockets as if some might have materialized there since we’d left the apartment. “We won’t need any,” I assured him. “So, I’ll have to…pull out…?” He tried to hide his disappointment, but didn’t do a very good job. “Stop worrying,” I assured him as best as I could. “I’m in just the right place in my cycle. Nothing should happen. You can come inside me all you want.” Someone cleared his throat. I looked up and the waiter handed me the leather booklet holding the check. “Whenever you’re ready, ma’am.” He had to throw the “ma’am” in there, didn’t he? I hope it was worth it for him to lose 5% off his tip. “Okay, I’m ready,” Gary said quickly. “Can we go up now?” “As soon as I pay for everything.” An ominous feeling came over me as I said those words. I had a lot to pay for: messing around with my teen son, messing around with his girlfriend, corrupting his girlfriend’s devout mother, fucking his girlfriend’s brother, and now ready to give myself fully to my boy. “This is going to be the best night.” I loved how eager he was. For some ridiculous reason, I thought that maybe he’d find some cause to reject me and be upset about the whole thing. I felt foolish for even entertaining such a thought. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. We were perfect together. I was willing to pay the price, whatever it may be. ~ ~ ~ ~ We entered the room and there was an immediate sense of how fresh and clean it was. It struck me how we were about to do some of the dirtiest things a mom and son could ever contemplate doing together in this pristine space. It was going to be anything but fresh and clean when we left it. The nervousness was still there – not so much a fear any longer, but a form of anticipation…like a virgin on her wedding night. I hadn’t felt anything like it since I was a teenager. I couldn’t wait to see, and feel, how the night would play out. I’d noticed the bulge in my son’s pants as we rode the elevator up. There was no question about whether or not I needed to wait. No foreplay necessary. “I’m going to get changed.” I turned and hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, closed it firmly, and made sure it was locked. No open door policy tonight. “While I’m doing that, why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable.” “Comfortable…?” He looked at me with a grin and a glazed look. Either that wine had really gone to his head, or he was drunk on horniness. “Yes, comfortable.” I shook my head once I understood that he wasn’t getting it. I decided to abandon any attempts to be subtle. “Get naked, sweetheart. I want you to take your clothes off and have your cock ready for me when I come out.” That he understood, and he nodded enthusiastically, his mind whirring obviously with expectations. My nervousness surged as I stepped into the luxurious bathroom and closed the door behind me. Did I let this build up too much in his mind by holding out for so many months? Was he going to be di...