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Jack had just turned 18 and was home alone for the evening. His parents were out at a work function and he had the house to himself. He had been looking forward to this all…
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Jack had just turned 18 and was home alone for the evening. His parents were out at a work function and he had the house to himself. He had been looking forward to this all…
I’m a 46-year-old mom, sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around my waist, wearing a low-cut nightie without a bra underneath. I’m sipping wine and watching a movie, trying to unwind after a…
He watches his mother sleeping soundly, a soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminating her peaceful face. A strange tension coils in his stomach as he quietly enters the room, the motel door clicking softly…
All characters are fictional; this is an incest fantasy story, and all characters are 18+ I couldn’t wait for the weekend. This week had been tough—finals always were. But what got to me was catching…
The cheap, heart-shaped chocolates felt kinda pathetic clutched in my hand as I walked into the living room. Valentine’s Day. Usually a night of cringe dates and fake smiles, right? But tonight… tonight felt thick…
The deluge started abruptly as if a celestial faucet had been wrenched open. One minute, we were driving along with the wipers battling a light drizzle; the next, the sky had turned a menacing charcoal…
I’m Sarah, a 40-something widow, and my son, Mark, is home for the weekend. It’s been tough since my husband died, and honestly, the loneliness is a constant ache. Mark tries to be supportive, but…
Warning: This fictional story contains explicit, taboo content involving a mother, her adult son, and his friend, and is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are over the age of 21. Sarah, at forty-eight,…
The sound of Aunt Marie’s high-pitched cackling echoed through the hallway, a sound I dreaded more than a root canal. Her dinner parties were always the same: a relentless barrage of questions designed to highlight…
The drive to the Lake District was quiet. Sarah glanced at Mark, his gaze fixed out the window, headphones blasting music she couldn’t hear but could feel vibrating through the seat. He looked every inch…
Andy: Hey Mom Mom: Hey sweetie! How’s your day going? 😊 Andy: Meh Mom: Just meh? Anything wrong? Andy: Nah, just tired I guess. Long week. Mom: Fair enough. Is anything fun planned for the weekend? Andy: Dunno yet. Maybe hang with…
The year was 2001, and the air hung thick and heavy with summer humidity. Forty-five wasn’t old, not really, but the way I felt trying to navigate this chaotic packing job, I could’ve sworn I…
It’s always been just Mom and me. I was born when she was barely out of high school herself. Dad died when I was fourteen, a sudden heart attack. After that, we clung to each…
She let out this little gasp, kinda shaky. “Oh dear, ahh young man,” she says. Did she sound shocked? Maybe a little. But not like ‘get your hands off me’ shocked, you know? More like……
The evening air hung thick and lazy, the kind of humid stillness that clung to everything, mirroring the stagnant feeling in Sarah’s marriage. She was sprawled on the living room couch, the soft glow of…
Claire stood outside Eric’s door, heart hammering like a drum solo. Should she even be doing this? Probably not. Definitely not. But sleep? Forget about it. Not a wink all night. She just… she needed…
My phone buzzed on my desk upstairs. Work messages always seemed to find me even when I was supposedly relaxing. I glanced down, saw Mom’s name, and figured it was just a quick “how’s your…
The steam curled around us, thick and scented with chlorine and the faint sweetness of Mom’s bath bombs. We sat in the jacuzzi, the jets pulsing against our skin, the water swirling in lazy circles.…
The hum of the refrigerator was the loudest thing in the house. Mom was probably upstairs, lost in another true crime documentary. Ever since Dad left, those shows were her escape. Me? I had other…
The rain hammered against the windows of the hotel, a relentless drumming that seemed to echo the chaos of the night. Sarah and her son Jamie stumbled into the room, dripping wet and shivering from…
It was Saturday night, and I was finally alone. The day had felt long—one of those where everything just takes a little more out of you than usual. It had rained on and off since…
Rebecca’s nightgown clung to her curves, outlining her pert nipples and the shape of her pussy. The sheer fabric seemed to shimmer in the dim light, and Tim’s eyes were drawn to her like a…
The heat of a London summer wrapped around me as I stopped outside the café, catching my reflection in the glass. The sun had been relentless all day, making the air thick and heavy. My…
As I lay on my side in the small hotel bed, unable to drift off, I couldn’t believe I had to share it with my son Alex – the only room available in this out-of-the-way…
Right, so it was just a normal Tuesday night. I’d poured myself a glass of Pinot Grigio, finally kicked off my heels after a day wrestling with spreadsheets – don’t even ask, accounting is thrilling,…
Alone in the cabin in the middle of now where the alcohol went to our heads. We were sent here by our parents to bond, as we never get on well. I am 19 and…
I’m Sarah. Forty-two years old. Single. And if I’m being honest, probably a little too attached to my son, Ethan. He’s nineteen now—technically an adult—but in my eyes, he’ll always be my baby. My rock.…
It had been months since Linda had been intimate with her husband Mark. He had been working long hours at the office, leaving Linda to care for their teenage son Jack on her own. As…