Sexting son goes too far with horny mom
I was in my bedroom, getting dressed for the night. I slipped on a short nightie, leaving my underwear off. My phone buzzed on my bedside table – a text from my son Michael. What…
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I was in my bedroom, getting dressed for the night. I slipped on a short nightie, leaving my underwear off. My phone buzzed on my bedside table – a text from my son Michael. What…
There’s something unapologetically satisfying about knowing you still turn heads—especially in your own damn kitchen. It was a little past nine, the sun not even fully up, and I was already dressed like I’d walked…
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content and adult themes, intended for readers 18+ only. All characters depicted are over 18 years of age. The narrative includes graphic descriptions and realistic portrayals of sexual encounters,…
The fluorescent lights of the department store buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the racks of designer clothes and glittering accessories. The air was thick with the synthetic scent of new fabric and the…
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content and adult themes, intended for mature audiences only. All characters depicted are 18+. I shuffled down the hall, bare feet slapping against the cold tile. The kitchen light…
Warning: This story contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual scenes, incest, and mature themes. All characters depicted are 18 or older. This is a fictional narrative intended for mature audiences only. The living room…
Warning: This story contains explicit adult themes, graphic sexual content, and incestuous scenarios. All characters are 18+ and consenting. This is a fictional narrative intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. The sun…
The morning sun spilled through the bathroom window, casting a golden glow across the tiles. Sarah, 38, stood under the shower, steam curling around her. Water cascaded over her smooth, tanned skin, tracing the curves…
Alright, so it all started when Mark, being the usual internet-obsessed dude he is, called me over, all excited. “Dude, you gotta see this,” he says, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Was it…
I felt utterly spent as I stepped out of the shower and headed to my bedroom to change. My skin tingled, and I patted myself dry before reaching into my wardrobe. A slinky, purple silk…
I was sprawled on the couch in my robe—red satin, slightly too loose, and not really doing much to hide the curve of my chest, but at this point, who was I dressing for? My…
The warm air of Spain wrapped around us the moment we stepped off the plane, a sweet relief from the recycled cabin oxygen. The sunlight was a tangible weight on my shoulders, promising golden days…
I stumble through the front door, the world tilting like a funhouse mirror, my heels clacking unevenly on the hardwood. The bottle of cheap red wine dangles from my fingers, half-empty, the bitter tang still…
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to avoid the sight of my mom sitting across from me. She was sipping on her whiskey, her long legs crossed, revealing just a little too much through…
I sighed as I walked through the front door, my feet aching in my tight white nurse’s shoes after a long shift at the hospital. Damn, I was exhausted. I couldn’t wait to kick off…
I was just hanging out in my bedroom, lying on my bed. I had on a comfy t-shirt and some black undies. My little ashtray was sitting right next to me. Mom and Dad were…
The strugglings of a single mother. Ginny, a once vivacious 35-year-old, found herself in dire straits – her addiction had spiraled out of control and she was desperate for her next fix. No job, no…
I leaned against the old station wagon, arms folded beneath my chest, my blouse clinging slightly with the sweat of the long drive. The neckline had dipped a bit, and I didn’t bother adjusting it—no…
“I feel like… sh… shit sweetie,” I slurred, the room doing a dizzying waltz around me. I definitely overdid it tonight. The cheap wine and forced laughter were catching up in a messy, regrettable tide.…
I stepped into the warm shower, letting the water cascade down my body, washing away the stress of packing for our long road trip. The hot water needled my skin, loosening the knots in my…
Warning: This story contains explicit mature themes, graphic sexual content, and incestuous relationships between adult characters (18+), which may offend or disturb some readers. Proceed with caution Important it is fiction. My mom, Shellie, has…
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I stood in front of the mirror, slowly fastening the last earring into my ear, my hands trembling slightly—not from nerves exactly, but… anticipation. Hope, maybe. It had been years since I’d had a proper…