Mom son share hotel room and one bed

The cheap hotel bathroom wasn’t exactly a spa, you know? But after a long day of driving, the chipped tiles and slightly mildewed grout were practically heaven. Steam billowed around me as I cranked the…

Unraveled Desires in the Heat of the Night

I knew he would be my undoing from the moment he was born. Not in the way one might think—not through heartbreak or betrayal—but in the way his very existence would unravel me, thread by…

The Sons Accidental Erection Moms Facial

I walked into the living room after a long shift at the hospital, my scrubs still clinging to my tired frame. The fluorescent lights of the hospital felt like a world away, but the exhaustion…

Erotica Mom at the cabin with son story

The air, still holding the heat of the day even as twilight bled through the trees, clung to my skin like a lover’s touch. Foolish, really, to think of lovers out here, amidst the whispering…

Sisters sexy panties to side sex story

The wipers were already working overtime, slapping rhythmically against the windshield, but it felt like they were losing the battle against the thickening snow. White flakes swirled and danced, blurring the evergreen forest that crowded…

Moms temptation for sons cock broke easily

The afternoon light slanted through the kitchen window, painting stripes across the worn linoleum. Sarah stood by the counter, wrestling with the stubborn clasp of her dress strap. It was a simple sundress, floral cotton,…

Boring sunday with brother wow turned me on

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Mia was feeling restless. The 19-year old beauty lounged around the house in a skimpy white tank top and tiny denim shorts that hugged the mouthwatering curves of…

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.…