Watching porn, gone wrong. [FMMMMMM, incest?]

This is a story about watching porn.

Not my proudest moment, I’ll admit, but it’s much worse than just a lonely old man jacking off. I’ve been divorced for almost ten years now. I’ve dated a few women since then, but nothing very serious, and I’ve been alone for several years. It wasn’t uncommon for me to relax in front of the computer after work and masturbate to porn. The other day, I was doing just that. I was tired, stressed out from work, and looking to unwind. I had my pants off and I was already idly rubbing myself as I pulled up a popular porn site.

The “amateur” category was never one of my favorites, but of course a variety of videos appear on the main page of the web site, and I was scrolling through them, squeezing and stroking my slowly hardening penis. An amateur video managed to catch my eye. The girl in the thumbnail seemed to be just the type I tend to be attracted to. Long, straight, dark hair, dark eyes, slim figure. Now that I think of it, every woman I’ve slept with since the divorce have been fairly similar in appearance: variations on a theme. The thumbnail showed her apparently on her knees with a cock in each hand, and the title was “Amateur teen loves being drenched in cum.” Gang bangs and bukkake aren’t usually my thing either, but I enjoy them sometimes, and this girl looked really hot.

On Her Own, Part 2 [MF(F?)]

Later that day Lily masturbated while she thought about sucking Trevor’s dick. She could hardly imagine wanting to do anything else. She thought she could do it every day, extracting an ocean of cum from an army of cocks. Now that she’d had a taste of it, she wanted more. She wanted men to want her. She wanted to make them feel good. To make them feel the way she did when the orgasm ripped through her body.

That night in bed, before drifting off to a dream-filled sleep, she imagined being fucked by Trevor while she masturbated again. To feel his pulsing manhood within her, to cum screaming impaled on his stiff cock. While she slept, she relived the previous day’s events, dreaming of cumming so much in the laundry room that she was carried away on a flood of her own juices.

It was like a switch had been flipped. Suddenly a side of her that had been suppressed for years behind a barricade of obligations and labor and responsibilities had been exposed to the light. It grew rapidly, like a tangle of blackberry thorns, spreading out to swarm over everything around it. Her dreams were restless and she woke up horny. She masturbated again lazily, and nearly went back to sleep until she realized that she had to go to work soon.

On Her Own, Part 1 [MF]

Lily was only 19, and new to the city. She had been one of the best students in her class, but she never had the chance to apply for colleges. Her father had passed on when she was only 7; her mother struggled with cancer for years. Lily learned to take care of her mother, and eventually got a job at a cafe when she was a senior in high school. Her mother’s disability checks, her father’s life insurance, and this meager income were hardly enough in the face of mammoth hospital bills and the cost of living for two people. After she graduated from high school, she had no hope of leaving her mother to go to college. She took on as many extra hours at the cafe as they’d give her, and spent the rest of her time looking after her mother.

When her mother died last year, she couldn’t afford to stay at the small rural house she’d grown up in. She found an apartment within easy walking distance from the cafe where she worked. She kept her car, but tried not to drive it much; gas and maintenance were expensive on her budget. She still got monthly payouts from her parents’ insurance, otherwise she couldn’t even afford the apartment. She had wanted to find a roommate, but she didn’t really have any friends. She hadn’t had time for fun, only school and work and tending to her mother.