Julia strained, gasping, hands planted on his broad chest, rocking atop him, feeling the wiry salt and pepper hairs of his chest under her fingers, feeling his big hands on her hips, holding her, helping her, as she groaned and ground down and forward again, and again — a short, sharp bucking motion signaling that she was there, or almost, as David used his hands to pull her forward and down onto him more firmly, lifting his hips into her, his lower lip caught in his teeth as he concentrated, his own climax close. But he focused on her, watching her as he always did in these moments, in their favorite position, her lovely breasts swaying, firm, coral-pink nipples distended in her arousal, a pretty flush suffusing her face and chest and the long column of her neck as she leaned her head back, blue eyes squeezed shut, panting. Then her head lolled forward and she dipped, her brown hair cascading down, a veil for them both, her gold necklace with two intertwined hearts brushing his chest hair as her lips sought his and she breathed into his mouth, a muffled cry like a yelp, pleasure coursing through them both as they rocked together, and he felt her shift, slide forward and stop, trembling, her slick, warm sex jammed tight to his, and then begin to shake atop him as he gripped her, holding her to him, and now lifting up into her even as she cried out and thrust again against him.
Author: adadwhosbad
[Mf] [Flash Fiction] Afternoon love
Terri strained forward, hair hanging down to brush Thomas’s sweat-slicked chest as she groaned softly between short, sharp, panted breaths, her hips grinding forward and down as she gripped his shoulders. His own hands were around her upper arms, simultaneously holding her and pulling her down harder onto his thick, straining cock as she ground closer and closer toward her fifth or sixth orgasm. Both were sheened in sweat, despite the air conditioning, and their clothes were strewn around Terri’s smallish but otherwise neat bedroom.
The queen-sized bed, which had seen better days, protested and creaked beneath them as Terri rode, her eyes now closed, mouth open, panting, as she approached her climax. Her belly, pendulous in her fifth month of pregnancy, rested on Thomas’s flat stomach as her full breasts swayed, nipples darkened and swollen as they occasionally brushed Thomas’s chest when she would swoop down to kiss him before resuming her riding.
“So close,” she moaned, and Thomas, reacting, lifted his hips into her, eliciting a groan from him and a mewl of delight from her at the added friction.
A mother’s lust, Part 6 [cuck] [Fdom] [MmF] [inc]
Jenna shivered, watching her husband … seeing all the signs of his pent-up arousal. The rosy blush on his cheeks and forehead and neck … the way he seemed to strain forward in his chair. The way the hand not holding her damp panties was absently stroking and touching the bulge of his caged cock through his slacks.
His words to their son had seemed to arrow into her heart, the heartfelt plea in them melting her, even as she felt herself spasm and clench around Michael’s big cock. She drove forward and down onto her son, producing a wet, squelching sound as she took all of him inside again, and she gripped his hair and head as she held onto him, her arms up over her own head, Michael’s warm breath on her shoulder and neck as she ground against him, feeling her son’s hard chest and abdomen against her back, supporting her as she rolled her hips and ground down onto his rock-hard phallus in animal pleasure.
A mother’s lust, Part 5 [cuck] [Fdom] [MmF] [inc]
Daniel sat, motionless. Staring. Unable to move or breathe, it felt like. Unable to do anything but watch. He felt the swelling, and kept himself from moving his hand toward the plastic and steel cage that encased him under his slacks. What was the point?
And anyway, he simply * couldn’t* move. His eyes were locked in his head, he could barely blink. Didn’t *want* to blink. His heart was laboring in his chest and he felt sweat beading his forehead and slicking his chest and back as he watched his wife sucking their son’s meaty cock.
All of the emotions that usually warred within him in these moments were with him now. Only magnified. He felt the jealousy, the lust. The roiling churn of emotions in his gut, love and lust and embarrassment and guilt and dismay and want and desire … all balled up, each rearing its head in turn, making his heart pound harder and his cock stiffen in its cage and his body sweat and minutely shiver and jerk. But it was so much harder, so much more powerful now.
A mother’s lust, Part 4 [cuck] [Fdom] [MmF] [inc]
Her son’s hug was decorous, almost formal, as he held her briefly, one big arm circling her mid-back. She felt the soft brush of his mustache and beard against her cheek as he kissed her there, almost in a perfunctory way, and then she was released. He took a step back, and she looked up at him. His face was almost crimson, and she saw fine beads of sweat on his brow. She saw his eyes raise to the stairs and then he dipped to set his bags down before rising again to his full 6’4” and stood, looking up and past her for a moment, before smiling — strained, not at all his usual care-free grin — and saying, “Hi dad.”
She turned too, and there was Daniel, slightly above them both on the fourth riser, paused. His face was just as flushed as his son’s, and for a space of moments, they stood there, all three in an odd tableau. She had time enough to wonder, fleetingly, if all of this hadn’t been a rather enormous mistake. But then she steeled herself, reached inside for her strength and need and desire — as well as what she knew Daniel himself needed — and stepped forward, reaching for her husband’s hand on the polished oak banister.
A mother’s lust, Part 3 [cuck] [Fdom] [MmF] [inc]
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She feared for a moment she’d have to dose him with Scotch again, the way his face paled and he seemed to shrink into himself, away from her. His hand, which had been covering and caressing the bulge of his caged cock while she’d talked, sprang away as if he was suddenly scalded.
“We can’t … I can’t … we, we … this is too soon, too much,” he gibbered, looking at her with real panic. “Michael is … he’s coming here? *Today*?” He asked. He half-sat up as if to flee, and she put her hand on his arm again, firmly, holding him with her eyes and her words, firm yet loving, in control.
“Yes, honey. Our son is coming home today. Shhh… look at me,” she gentled him, making him look her in the eye, letting him feel her love and the force of her will. “Yes … our oldest son is coming to visit us. He’s staying the weekend. It will be wonderful to have him here, as always.” Seeing him slightly more settled, she placed both feet on the floor, used her free hand to settle her skirt about her, then smiled at him. “We would never want him to feel like he can’t come home, would we?”
A mother’s lust, Part 2 [cuck] [Fdom] [MmF] [inc]
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There was a long, long pause in which Dan’s face just seemed shocked to stillness, though his mouth worked minutely as if he was trying to form words.
Jenna, concerned, released his hands, rose, walked over to the bar near the back window and poured two fingers of his favorite scotch into a heavy tumbler, then returned, sitting, and pressed the glass into his hand.
“Drink this, Dan,” she ordered. “You’re scaring me, honey.”
Dan looked down at the glass in his hand, seeming not to know what it was, then raised his haunted-looking eyes to hers before raising the glass to his lips. The amber-colored liquid was gone in four swallows, and she watched her husband sit back against the couch cushion, color now suffusing his face in hectic splotches, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and breathed heavily, eyes watering.
Moments went by in which she watched him carefully, watched him recover himself slowly, his eyes rising to meet hers and then skidding away. His hand was shaking as he leaned forward to place the tumbler on the coffee table, the heavy glass making a skittering sound due to the shaking of his hand.
A mother’s lust, Part 1 (MMF, cheating, cuckolding, incest)
Jenna sat in the car, the engine running to keep the AC going, the cool air soothing and good against her overheated face. Her heart was pounding and she felt the familiar sticky wetness between her legs as she stared out the windshield at the house she shared with her husband, Dan, the house they now lived in alone after their two grown children had gone out on their own. It was a lovely home, she was proud to note — two stories, a well-kept rambler they’d owned for more than 30 years. An immaculately-trimmed lawn stretched to the curb, and in front of her was her husband’s still fairly new Lexus sedan. She herself drove the Mercedes SUV he’d purchased for her a few years back.
She looked in the mirror, touched her blond-and-brown streaked hair and examined her makeup carefully, trying to get her breathing under control, gazing into the reflection of her disconcertingly beautiful blue-green eyes … asking herself once again if she was going through with this. But today was the day. Things were already in motion. She’d asked Dan to come home early from work so she could share something important with him.