Back Door To The Pleasure Garden

My daughter stormed from the house, slamming the door as she went. The past few months had involved a series of arguments between her and I. I was at my wits end, as she was proving to be a difficult child. At nineteen years of age, she had naively latched on to some unsavoury male acquaintances. I only sought to advise her for her own good, but like most teens, she was determined to forge her own path and do what she believed to be the 'cool thing'. The truth is, like any mother would, I was worried for her safety and wellbeing and she was wearing me down with her behaviour.

It didn't help that my husband hadn't been overly supportive on the matter and was always otherwise engaged, working late, or out of town visiting some industry event, or as he had done so this morning, leave for the office early. Here was I, left alone in my kitchen on a beautiful sunny morning, dressed in nothing but my drab housecoat and slippers, feeling miserable and alone. Tears welled in my eyes just as the sound of my son, Aaron's footsteps approached from down the hall. As he entered the kitchen I turned away to face the dirty dishes piled in the kitchen sink in a bid to hide my upset from him.

I knew Aaron must have overheard the set-to between his sister Kay and I, ending with the door slam only moments ago, but I didn't want him to see me cry. Catching his reflection in the window, he approached me from behind, wearing nothing but his T-shirt and boxer shorts. Being the good boy he was, he hugged me tightly around the waist, leaned in and gave me a little morning peck on the cheek, adding a sweet, 'Morning mum.'

Aaron was such a contrast to his unruly sister, always, polite and considerate and well behaved. He was dark and handsome, and quite the hunk. It made me proud when I received compliments in regards to my son's behaviour for his thoughtfulness toward others. He had a pleasing way and an ability for making me feel better, especially after I had to deal with his sister. This morning was no different, as his strong arms held me tightly, I felt a stronger need for his embrace than ever before.

Aaron asked softly, 'What's wrong mum?' He sensed my sadness. I shook my head and forced a smile. As he moved to withdraw his arms, I quickly clasped them, holding his hug. He squeezed me and cuddled his face into my neck. His closeness caused a prickling sensation all over.

'Hold me baby.' I sighed, feeling wanted.

It felt good to have arms around me. I lifted his hands upward and kissed his fingers lightly before hugging them to my breasts. Aaron rocked from side to side, a comforting sway. He lowered his arms around my midriff aware of his touch being dangerously close to taboo and as he did so my housecoat fell open slightly, revealing one of my breasts. Not wishing to bring attention to it, I continued to sway with him.

Our kitchen window being situated to the rear of the house, only my neighbours were likely to be able to see us. I scanned the gardens to make sure none of them were around, out enjoying the morning sunshine, who, if looking, may catch a glimpse of my bared boob. I especially didn't want this whilst I'm in in the arms of my son. Thankfully the gardens were clear.

A bizarre thrill tickled my body, heightened with the knowledge that my boob was revealed whilst my son held me. A perverse notion made me carefully adjust the housecoat without disturbing Aaron just to free my other boob. His eyes were closed as he nestled into my neck, unaware of my strange behaviour. Knowing that this was so wrong excited me in an unusual but desired sexual way.

'Do you love me?' I asked softly. Aaron moaned a long 'mmmmm', before whispering, 'of course I do mum.'

Clasping his hands, I slowly lifted them, sliding them up my rib cage to tenderly place them on my naked breasts. My nipples began to swell as Aaron delicately palmed my mounds. He made no attempt to withdraw, nor did he say a word. There was an unspoken acceptance of the moment. Silently, his fingers began to massage my tit flesh and then with finger and thumb from both hands, he began tweaking my nipples, causing them to grow. I welcomed the attention.

'Oh, sweetheart, that feels so nice. But it's so naughty.' I whispered, adding, 'We shouldn't.' Aaron froze, halting his play. I didn't want it to stop. I had been deprived of such intimacy for too long, and the fact that this was happening with my son made it feel safe and exciting. 'Don't stop darling, be gentle with mummy.' I encouraged.

I unfastened the cotton tie belt around the waist of the housecoat and let the robe fall open. Spreading my legs slightly, I braced myself against the kitchen unit for support. I was staring dreamily out into the garden, loving my sons caresses. He continued to mould my breasts with one hand and slowly began smoothing his other down my body, over my tummy until the hand found my pubic mound. I flinched. I was all over hot with anticipation. My son's fingers were close to touching my slit as he delicately fluffed my pussy fuzz.

I tensed, then shivered. I had a new feeling of guilt. Thoughts raced through my mind. My conscience was screaming opposition to this taboo behaviour whilst crazy questions and my own fabricated answers offered encouragement. How many mothers had submitted to carnal passions and enjoyed the sexual delights of their son? History books are filled with just such relationships, I wasn't alone I'm sure. My son participating in this moment was as willing as I.

My affection for him had progressed to a ravenous desire to have him. I wanted him in a new way and his loving touch indicated he wanted me. His hand moved from exploring my curls to cupping my mound and gripping tight. With a circling, palming motion he caused my pussy lips to puff and part. I was wet. It had been a long time since I had become so moist, so quickly.

Aaron's fingers found my hood and slowly massaged my soft folds, I was tingling with delight as his pleasant touch tickled tenderly. Gently parting my labia, the pea of my clit was revealed, swollen like a tiny cock to his caress. I was on fire and desired the attention being given. My upset of the morning was dissolving into kinky lust.

I then noticed, directly opposite at the upper bedroom window, our elderly neighbour, Mr Carver stood staring toward me. He could clearly see us together, my son massaging my tit and kissing my neck. I should have been panicked, caught in my perverted and taboo act, but strangely I was not. Mr Carver appeared fascinated, hypnotised by the sight before him. I considered him a friend, a nice sixty-five year old gentleman. He often handed homegrown plants for our garden over our shared garden fence and both he and his wife chatted regularly with my hubby and I. And here we were, Mr Carver and I, now sharing a sexy secret moment together. I smiled at him as he stood in his pyjamas watching.

I gave a little wave and licked my lips, puckering them and blowing suggestive and attracting little kisses. Suddenly, he surprised me in the most incredible way. Without a moments bashfulness, he slowly slipped his pyjama bottoms from his waist and let them fall around his ankles. He was perfectly framed in the deep second floor window, I could see his large, hard cock protrude from beneath his pyjama top hem and his swollen pendulous balls hang bellow. I had never considered he would have such a big cock. I had never considered him sexually at all until this moment.

My son was so engrossed in enjoying himself with my body, that he didn't noticed the focus of my visual attention. Aaron continued to play with my body and tickle my clit, rolling my nipples in his finger and kneading the fleshy warmth of my tits and flicking my flower's love bud. The sensations shooting through my body were intense. I could feel my son's hard sausage in the small of my back and so wanted him in me.

Gently pushing him back, I moved my robe from covering my behind, revealing the soft flesh of my buttocks to him. I then stood up on my tip toes in my slippers. Aaron, again squeezed against me. Through his boxer shorts, I could feel his hardness against my arse cheeks. I allowed my hand to fall behind me and manoeuvre between our bodies, fishing for my son's erection. I found him and clasped the material of the shorts that enveloped his manhood. I was holding my sons hard-on. I knew then that I was going to allow him to make love to me.

I whispered, 'Baby, do you want to fuck me?' My comment was directed both at my son and subliminally to the voyeur, Mr Carver, even though Mr Carver couldn't hear it. I exaggerated my pronounced mouthing and was looking toward Mr Carver so as he could clearly lip read my suggestion. Knowing what I know now, I had a desire to suck Mr Carver's engorged tool. His proud confidence and exposure made him so appealing, he was so masterful, standing there displaying his huge cock in his window perch.

With my free hand I reached for, and lifted a jar of coconut oil from the rack near to the kitchen sink where I stood. I whispered to my son, 'Drop your shorts darling.' I could feel them slide against my leg as Aaron lowered them. His cock was throbbing against my rear. I allowed my head to turn and we kissed. Aaron's boxer's were now around his ankles and I could feel his bare legs against mine. Our kisses became more passionate, deep, lusty kisses all for Mr Carver to view. My perverted actions must have been driving my neighbour wild. He began wanking himself freely to view.

Aaron gripped my hair and began kissing me like a wild animal, he began rubbing hard against me, his tool pulsing and rolling between us. We were both salivating and tonguing each other in lust. Aaron groaned and moaned, afraid to let me go for fear that I would deny his pleasure.

I cracked the jar of oil open and dipped my fingers in. Scooping a load from the jar, again, I reached behind and clasped the freed cock, smoothing it with the oil. I repeated the process, oiling my son's excitement, coating his shaft and hairy balls with it. His cock felt wonderful. My fingers smeared with the oil, I found my arse valley and slipped my middle finger into my own anus, oiling for ease of access. Dipping again into the oil, I repeated the action, preparing my slippery gateway to ecstasy.

Wet, I pressed myself against Aaron's swollen knob, I puckered my sphincter and worked the muscle creating a sucking orifice with a longing to draw my wanting intruder in. The aspiration of my hole nibbled on Jonathon's wet plum as he tenderly pushed. He was such a darling, not wishing to cause discomfort to my receptive, virginal, lubed love offering. The oily head plopped in and I tightened my ring, collaring the beautiful prize in my anus. I never dreamed it would be so pleasurable to have a cock in my bum. And never did I imagine my first would be my handsome son's.

His swollen gift burned in my funnel as he deflowered me. It was so hot having my anal cherry popped, despite my earlier bad mood, this moment made me feel like an adventurous teen again. 'Oh! My sweet, beautiful boy'. I whispered 'I need your cock so badly this morning honey'.

Aaron began groaning at my tightness, he was lapping and kissing at my neck with his tender lips and tongue as his rod slid deeper into the heavenly sheath I provided. I looked up and smiled over to Mr Carver who had slowed his pleasuring to pronounced strokes. I smiled to him. Aaron began rhythmically fucking me, pumping his cock back and forth in my wanting passage, his action's compressing the little air within. Forcing myself hard onto his love monster, I farted, filling the kitchen with the pleasant odour of coconut and love excretions. It was bliss.

My deviant behaviour had my entire body trembling with excitement. I whispered to my son, 'Look honey, Albert next door, Mr Carver, he's watching us, I think he would like to come and join us, he's playing with his cock. Doesn't he have a beautiful big cock darling?'. Aaron looked up, continuing his love strokes, unaffected in knowing that our activity was being watched by our elderly neighbour.

'Oh mum, I can't stop.' was all Aaron offered in response. I knew he was possessed of the pleasure of my tight, loving, hole.

'I don't think any of us can sweetie...' I replied 'Mr Carver included'.

I clasped the worktop for balance, when suddenly our neighbour, Chantelle, in the house adjoined to Mr Carver, opened her French doors and stepped out onto her patio with her morning cup of coffee. Without observing us, she walked to her patio table and sat in the sunshine, facing back toward her home. Aaron froze his fucking for a moment, then slowly continued, aware that she had not noticed our embrace.

Chantelle was the cute, chubby, eighteen year old daughter of Jean and Mark Birkner, a professional couple who resided at number eight. Teenie Chantelle loved to dress without care and always a little trashy in taste. It didn't' phase her that her tight, white, hot pants, exaggerated the fat of her thighs or that they tightly hugged her round, little moon bum. Her midriff was exposed, showing rolls of puppy fat, with her meaty mammaries squashed together into a cropped and tied, transparent, cream blouse. Even from the distance of my kitchen window, her young tits invited attention through the gossamer fabric of the blouse. She had such a cheerful, pretty face.

Mr Carver, noticing her, stepped back from his window a little, possibly in the hope of not being seen, but judging by Chantelle's actions, it was too late for that. She simply lifted her coffee cup, sipped, looked upward from where she sat, placed her legs up onto the table and lewdly let her legs fall open. Her being unawares of our observation, she was acting in a teasing, slutty manner toward old Albert. She, like I, appeared to have an interest in Mr Carver's big, manly cock.

Slowly, Chantelle reached for the buttons on her blouse and began unclipping them, letting the fabric fall to the side of her body her mounds were exposed to the warmth of the morning sun and to Mr Carver's view. He stepped forward, turning slightly and pointing his purple glistener in Chantelle's direction. She was smiling at her performance, believing herself to be the soul subject of Albert's excitement as she naughtily lifted her breast by the nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger as she did so. This was an amazing and exciting turn of events.

Albert was loving the play and so was I. We were all lost in our little gardens of pleasure. I so wanted us all to share in our own, private, neighbourhood fuck party together. I wanted to fuck Albert and watch my son screw Chantelle, then have us swap and share in a depraved orgy of lust.

Aaron began to pump more vigorously as he gazed upon Chantelle. I could tell he was as excited as I, so I searched his thoughts and asked, 'Would you like to shag little Chantelle's fat little cunny baybee?'

Aaron groaned and grunted. I added, 'Kiss me darling, kiss your mummy and imagine you're fucking Chantelle's little virgin pussy.' I couldn't quite believe what I was saying. Having a nineteen year old daughter of my own, I should feel shame, but the devilish lust had me acting like a filthy whore, and I was loving it. Aaron started pounding me like a man possessed. The kitchen was filled with the loud slapping sound of our bodies slamming together.

'Fuck me baybee, fuck mummy's asshole, fuck Chantelle's dirty little cunt, oh honey... fuck her tight little hole. FUCK! FUCK! FUUCCCCKKKKK!' I squealed. Aaron gripped and squeezed my tits tightly, his fingers digging in and bruising the skin. He squeezed and clawed looking to possess me completely.

I looked up to Mr Carver, he was wanking furiously, then toward Chantelle who had unzipped her shorts and had slid her hand inside, still unawares of our voyeurism. She was now filming Albert with her smart phone as he tossed himself off in her direction. He appeared not to care. With Albert wanking, Chantelle wanking and Aaron and I fucking and thrashing together wildly, I was on the verge of coming. My tummy was spasming and my body electric, I wanted my son wanking for me. I wanted him to shower me in his cum.

I pushed him back slightly, his stiff rod slipped from my bum. My hot hole instantly cooled and I could feel my open ring relax with the sudden emptiness. I let my housecoat fall and turned in my nakedness to face my son. I had my first look at his throbbing, erect steamer. It shone, glinting with the wet coating of coconut oil. Aaron was gazing at my body, drinking in my tits and staring at my hairy pussy, he was savouring the vision of his naked mum. His attention brought me joy.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and manoeuvred Aaron to the middle of the kitchen floor into a position that would allow Mr Carver to view us both in our hot, raging, sexual performance. I clasped the swollen cock, Aaron spasmed, I knelt before him turning to check that Albert could see us, Aaron also looked to Mr Carver. I placed my sons cock into my mouth. I sucked greedily, I wanted Albert's cock, I wanted both cocks in my mouth. Aaron was smiling at Albert as I licked and sucked and salivated on his proud, pulsing, love weapon.

With only a short period of sucking, Aaron began trembling. I sensed his rising orgasm, I freed the dick from my lips. Instantly, blast after blast of spunk shot forth from the eye of his knob. The white ropes of sperm caught my mouth and dripped onto my breasts. I rubbed the creamy white goo over my body and into my milk mounds. Aaron continued to shoot his load. I was so thrilled that he had so much jizz to offer. The feeling of his excitement and his warm, cock cream, squirting onto my face and body was too much. I spasmed to orgasm, my body vibrating and melting with the intense heat of wicked lust.

I stood up, turning again to watch Mr Carver pleasure himself. As he looked toward me, I scooped drips of cum in my fingers and sucked the love syrup into my mouth, cleaning my sticky digits with my lips and tongue. I blew little kisses over to Albert. My son was transfixed, watching me enjoy his own salty produce whilst I performed erotically for our neighbour. I don't think he could quite believe the perverse joy he was experiencing.

Mr Carver's balls suddenly exploded their content onto his window, he was turning his head back and forth between Chantelle's filming and my encouragement. 'Oh, Aaron baby, look at Mr Carver cum.' I gasped. The window was splattered with globs of slimey, white, man milk that continued to spurt from his hose in powerful little jets. I watched as Chantelle appeared to zoom her smart phone camera onto the window before she turned it toward herself, filming her exposed tits and open hot pants and her lip licking face. She was revealing a naughty side that I had never expected.

It was at this point I decided to do something completely daring and irrational. I opened the Kitchen door and stepped naked onto my patio. 'Oh! Hi Chantelle. I didn't see you there.' I called out, feigning surprise. With a start, Chantelle dropped her phone, promptly sat up, scrambling in confusion and beaming mild embarrassment as she covered her boobies with her blouse before turning to greet me.

Her mouth fell open when she realised I was standing naked, a sperm coating on my face, with drops dripping from my chin onto my bared tits. 'Are you enjoying the sun?' I asked in a nonchalant manner. Chantelle stood dumbfounded. 'Why don't you come over and enjoy a cup of coffee with Aaron and I?' I added, waving Aaron forward from the kitchen. Aaron stepped into the doorway, his trunk like cock hanging from below his T-shirt.

The beautiful dick, dangling between Aaron's naked thighs, sparkled like an offering to Chantelle. I looked up to Albert in the window and drawing Chantelle's attention to him, suggested, 'Why don't we invite Mr Carver over? We could all have some fun together.'