Sexting with mom goes way to far

It all started with a buzz from my phone. Mom? Texting? That was already off the charts. She was a phone call kind of woman, and even then, only if the house was burning down…

My Mom’s Accidental Text

Sunday afternoon. The digital clock on the microwave mocked me with its slow, agonizing tick. I was sprawled on the worn leather of my armchair, scrolling through the endless abyss of Instagram, desperately seeking… something.…

Mom’s Little Secret: A Night of Weakness

It’s me, Sarah. I’m 48, and lately, things have been weird with my son, Mark. He’s 19, glued to his video games, and honestly, a bit of a slob. But lately, I’ve caught him looking……

Loosing my virginity to mom

Mum drew the car up outside the therapist’s surgery and leaned across to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Have a good session, love,” she said. “Whatever,” I grumbled, still feeling like a right prat…

Ex Model MOM

The rejection stings, always. Another casting call, another dismissive glance, another whispered, “She doesn’t have it anymore.” Doesn’t have it. What it even was, I wasn’t sure anymore. I used to have it. Back when I was Marie Dubois, the girl…

Truth or dare threesome fuck

It was a typical Friday night for the three siblings. Simon and Ben, 18-year-old twins, and their older sister Kerry, 20, had spent the evening consuming copious amounts of alcohol at their favorite local bar.…

Tonight he finally gets his dick inside me

It was mortifying to find those crusty socks. The evidence of Bobby’s… burgeoning sexuality was a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the years that had passed, the gap between my own desires…

I gave into my needs to my son

The clinking of ice against glass was the only sound that could be heard over the quiet hum of the late evening. I watched the condensation bead on the outside of my gin and tonic,…

The ache between my legs

The house felt too quiet. I sat on the couch, one leg tucked under me, a half-empty glass of wine resting on the coffee table. The TV was on, but I wasn’t watching—just another forgettable…

Stormy naughty night with my son

The storm outside was relentless, the kind that made you want to stay indoors with a cup of tea and a good book. But tonight was Friday, the end of a long week, and I…