Author: dumbidea54

Carol Sinks Lower [FF, Age Gap, Piss, Incest]

Part Two:

Carol Sinks Lower

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Work, kids, husband, life in general, moved on. She hadn’t connected again with Michelle. She was embarrassed that she had masturbated thinking of her friend with Nancy, and yes, her friend with her. She came hard with one fantasy of Nancy forcing them to perform lesbian acts on each other. Damn it her mind was so twisted. Nancy had changed her.

Nancy continued cleaning the Reynolds house, with occasional massages for Carol, or Carol Kitten as she called her pet. These were a thrill. Nancy had to admit to herself, Carol was more of a tiger. The repressed white mom of teens devoured Nancy, sexually pleasing her in a way few of her clients did. They often finished with giggles and loving kisses. This wasn’t typical of her pets.  She cautioned herself to be careful, she didn’t want to truly fall for this woman. She needed to keep the balance of power. Read more »

Carol Falls for the Cleaning Lady [FF, Femdom]

Part One:

Carol Falls for the Cleaning Lady

The life of a mom is filled with stress. Carol was tired of nagging her two teens to clean up after themselves. Toilet seats were left up, kitchen counters left a mess, the typical lazy teen attitude wore on her. She worked from home and the burden of running a house was constant.

Her husband was supportive, and they enjoyed a healthy sex life, even after 25 years of marriage. Carol loved it when the house was clean and the kids were out; that’s when she thought about having sex with Craig. Lately Carol had been more distracted, the sex had waned a little.

Having coffee with a friend she poured out her troubles. “I’ve got just what you need,” said Michele, a longtime friend. “Try my Mexican cleaning lady. Nancy is the best. She’ll clean your house and help reduce your stress for sure.” Carol thought it was odd the way her friend giggled about the cleaning service. A Mexican cleaner named Nancy?  How good could it be? Read more »

Sharing Old Bob [MF] [Femdom, pegging] [Sissification]

(This is part three. Parts one and two were MM theme)

I should have known that my liaisons with Bob would be noticed. He had sent me home with a set of tools with removable handles. The file set handles were red and rubbery and surprisingly versatile for use as butt plugs, hidden in plain sight, or so I thought. I enjoyed inserting them in my ass and discovered I wasn’t as straight as I thought. I loved the penetration and fullness.

Bob had changed my life. My white-haired elderly neighbor had given me a tour of his garage a few weeks before, and I had ended up mesmerized by his bisexual porn stash and when he whipped out a veiny cock with an angry plum tip, I succumbed to lust and became his cocksucker. (See Old Bob)

Later, he invited me to relax on the couch in his garage and after a beer and another porn, I was again his slut. He got us both naked and worked his cock up my ass. For a man in his late 60s he was a virile lover. (See Old Bob, Again) Read more »

Old Bob, Again [MM] [Age gap] [long] [smell fetish]

Meeting our elderly neighbors Bob and Ann should have been a small blip in my life. It had been a few weeks since the block party when white-haired Bob had invited me to tour his garage, and ended up showing me a bisexual porno from his stash. Somehow I had ended up on my knees in his garage, swallowing his cock.

Actually, I didn’t just swallow it. I had worshipped it. I knelt there and gazed at his 5 inches topped by a purple plum tip and couldn’t stop from inhaling his aroma. That is what freaked me out, my compulsion to keep smelling it, running the tip under my nose and inhaling his musky crotch and balls, and insisting he put his cock all the way in till it hit the back of my throat.

To make things worse, he had brought me to a powerful orgasm by French kissing me while playing with my cock and butthole. I kept telling myself I wasn’t gay, so how had that happened? How had I succumbed to an almost 70-year-old grandpa? I was happily married to a fit, attractive wife. I had let myself go a little, with some paunch, but overall I was active. In our lates 40s we led a typical life. Read more »

Old Bob [MM] [smell fetish]

Old Bob [Age gap] [smell fetish]

Going to a neighborhood block party shouldn’t have led to anything. For Oktoberfest a neighbor who owned a food truck offered free pretzels and a few neighbors dressed in traditional German clothing. A couple of wives stood out in their long white socks, little black shoes, blonde braids and busty cleavage on display.

My wife and I brought our dog and mingled awkwardly making small talk. Our traditional neighborhood was typical of most, we waved at familiar faces but didn’t really know folks even after 10 years.

An older couple, must of been in their late 60s, introduced themselves as Bob and Ann. Both fit the typical grandparent image of white hair, sweatshirts, jeans and white sneakers. Both were average build and were pleasant in conversation. Ann talked about the dog and soon she and my wife were talking to another family with a dog.

Bob eyed the busty blondes and winked at me, “Perfect time to enjoy the eye candy.” Before I could respond he added, “A guy has got to get what he can. Man it has been a long time for me.” Read more »

Hormonal Simone, Part 2 [F/f] [interracial]

(For character introductions and context read Part One)

Shopping didn’t happen that weekend, or the next. The memory of being watched in the shower faded, not forgotten, but tucked away. The girls were over for another Saturday and Simone remembered the thought of shopping. Anna instead asked about getting a mani/pedi together and they agreed.

At the nail salon Simone and the girls enjoyed being pampered. Anna had bright pink nail polish applied to her petite fingers and toes, and Simone did her signature yellow. Tanisha opted for clear. “Ah, you’re no fun!” Anna exclaimed, then smirked, “Not like your mom,” and playfully tapped Simone’s wrist. Simone felt a jolt in her loins. What was wrong with her? It was just a playful tap! From a teenage girl!

Back at home the girls were studying for mid-terms downstairs and Simone, intent on not repeating that shower show with Anna, worked on her laptop in her room with the door shut, wearing baggy sweat pants and sweat shirt. No more cracking doors with Anna around. No more walking around in a towel. Read more »

Hormonal Simone, Part 1 [F/f] [solo] [ebony]

Like any normal afternoon Simone Brooks heard her daughter slam the door and toss her backpack on the kitchen table before rummaging in the kitchen. Working from home had been challenging, but it at least gave her time with Tanisha, who would be graduating soon. Simone sighed and looked into her computer monitor-noticing her own reflection. Had it really been 18 years? Her daughter had grown up so quickly.

Tanisha came bounding up the stairs and down the hall to the office. Simone seemed to notice her for the first time. Tanisha was tall, her new braids in a cute ponytail with a loose wisp framing her face. She was a bit sweaty, still in her blue and white volleyball uniform. The white accent stripes highlighted Tanisha’s light brown skin. Simone knew the boys kept an eye on her daughter’s frame. Athletic shoulders, proud breasts, narrow waist, and that extra booty graced to black women the world over. Read more »

Hormonal Simone [F/f] Part One/Novella

Like any normal afternoon Simone Brooks heard her daughter slam the door and toss her backpack on the kitchen table before rummaging in the kitchen. Working from home had been challenging, but it at least gave her time with Tanisha, who would be graduating soon. Simone sighed and looked into her computer monitor-noticing her own reflection. Had it really been 18 years? Her daughter had grown up so quickly.

Tanisha came bounding up the stairs and down the hall to the office. Simone seemed to notice her for the first time. Tanisha was tall, her new braids in a cute ponytail with a loose wisp framing her face. She was a bit sweaty, still in her blue and white volleyball uniform. The white accent stripes highlighted Tanisha’s light brown skin. Simone knew the boys kept an eye on her daughter’s frame. Athletic shoulders, proud breasts, narrow waist, and that extra booty graced to black women the world over. Read more »