Scotty & His Mom – A Cruise Like No Other – Part 2 [m/s inc]

PREFACE

This story was written at the request of a fellow Redditor who rewards me with pics of his smokin hot mom. I know he’ll enjoy it. I hope you do too! See my profile for previous parts.

Key characters:
Scotty – the son; 25yo; 6 ft; 190 lb; athletic build; blonde hair; hazel eyes; 8-inch cock

Renee – Scotty’s hot curvy, MILF mom; 49yo; 5′ 4”; 160 lb; 36DD-24-38; blonde hair; hazel eyes

Ray – swinger Renee & Scotty meet on cruise. 5′ 10”; 170 lb; dark hair & eyes; 7-inch cock; wealthy.

Stephanie – Ray’s swinger partner and hot THICC MILF; 5′ 3”; 166 lbs; 34DD-24-44; dirty blonde; blue eyes

PART 2

“I don’t know what that means,” Renee said to the check-in agent. “What does that mean ‘epicurean lifestyle’?” She asked.

Mother and son were standing at the front of the line speaking to the check-in agent – a gorgeous black man with bright teeth and a Caribbean accent. The man glanced from Renee to her son and lowered his chin. He leaned slightly forward and whispered to them.

The unexpected lust part 2

Note – this is not the returned favour just yet. I’m getting to that, this is a builder – filling in the gaps if you will. … again, feedback welcomed…
Thanks for reading…….

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A few weeks have passed since our illicit encounter.

My dreams are filled with memories of our bodies entwined and the feel of her on me and inside me. Taking me, making me feel things I’d never felt before.

I wake to the feel of my inner walls pulsating and throbbing, needing to be filled. I’m so wet, I can feel it on my thighs.

I turn to see my husband sleeping beside me. Guilt pangs in my stomach at what she and I did. In want to tell him what we did, but I know it will break his heart. I love him, heart and soul; But I know with her it is purely physical, our bodies crave one another.

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Kate Bishop and the Tracksuit Mafia [f/MMM][NC][Superheroine][Bond][Gang]

“Come on, quietly now.” A man said in a hushed voice to another who was carrying a wooden crate. The man was Dmitri Petrov, a Russian gangster who was a lieutenant in the Tracksuit Mafia.

“Why the hush hush? You said that the city was free of the archer.” the goon replied to his boss, referring to the first Hawkeye, Clint Barton.

“Yes, but there’s still a Spider crawling about, a devil, and the other archer.” Dmitri replied. The only vigilante he was worried about was the other archer, Kate Bishop. She had foiled his last few attempts to regain a foothold back in NYC for the Tracksuits. Other 22-year-old girls were out having a grand ol time, but Kate found her happy place in taking down criminals.

In fact, Kate Bishop was observing Dmitri and his men unload their cargo from the shady white van that was parked in the auto shop, Fat Man’s Tires, an auto shop that had historically been a front for the Tracksuits.

Our Fucking Cabin [MF] [Pussy Licking] [Vanilla]

It all happened last fall. My wife and I went on a hiking, or better said on a fucking trip together. We booked a cabin in a very remote mountain region to enjoy the beautiful autumn colors and to fuck each others brains out. To put a pun into her oven, because we were both in our early thirties, and it was time to found a family. And yes, we were already trying to produce some offspring for some back then, but nothing came out of it. We talked with some trustworthy people about it and someone gave us the advice to take a couple of weeks off together. While being in a low stress, phone free environment.

It took us some time to figure out what we wanted to do. But then my wife discovered some of those off grid living channels online, and she was more than just found of it. She suggested it to me, and I said yes. So we hunted down a remote cabin in some remote mountains far away from the next bigger human settlement. Luckily we found one. And we booked it: From the middle of October until the middle of December. Our plan was to enjoy the romantic autumn colors and the first snow together.

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Sissy Olympics [Part 1] [M28] [M27] [M29]

My wife and I have always enjoyed having company. We often threw big parties, inviting all our friends to our home. We have a nice pool in the backyard, an entire bar and grill, a lot of lounge chairs, and tall bamboo surrounding the yard to keep our neighbors from spying on us (they try though still). Most of the time our parties git pretty–wild. We have themed parties, sometimes it is a white trash party, other times we have a luau, and Marlene puts on her coconut bikini and grass skirt. It is always drawing attention from the guests.

The more and more parties we have, the crazier the ideas have gotten. After so many luau’s and glow parties we wanted to make things a bit more interesting. Now don’t get me wrong, we have had plenty of fun in the past. Usually a few tops fly off, and occasionally somebody has sex in the pool. You know, the general stuff. But after a while our ideas got a bit more daring.

[M4F] removing your guilt [Cheating, alcohol]

The hangover was almost as bad as the guilt you woke up with. Almost.

Your husband’s work parties were always super trashy. When you work at a consulting firm why would they not be? Just a bunch of grown men and women who worked 80 hour weeks consistently in close proximity to each other. And then when liquor was added to the mix? Well let’s just say that kid being named after the firm wasn’t a joke.

Still, who could blame them? They were young, mostly unattached. There was nothing stopping them. Just because you were married didn’t mean you wanted to stop them.

Where you ran into trouble was after they started pairing off. You and your husband were in the rapidly emptying bar, making good use of the open tab. You had a hotel room, what would the harm be? Its not like you drank much back home, at least not anymore.

But your husband left while you took a brief trip to the bathroom didn’t he? He never was great at holding his liquor. At least you could nightcap before heading back.

Or you could let one of his coworkers join you. Its just one drink, whats the harm. Or maybe several more.

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The unexpected lust [F+F] [cheating]

Hi, this is my first ever story, its a little long as I wanted to tell a tale.
Any feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy!!

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As a straight married woman, I had never really had any sexual thoughts about another woman. Until her.

She was beautiful, masculine, strong and quite intoxicating.
I had met her through my husband. We became friends very easily and enjoyed each others company.
She was also married, but to a beautiful woman.
We would chat regularly, and joke and tease each other about our opposing sexualities, however, I couldn’t shake the feeling I had when I talked to her.
My heart would race whenever I saw a message from her.
Just talking to her or being in her presence would conjure up a warming knotted feeling in my stomach and travel lower, causing a dampness in my panties.

I panicked at first and avoided contact with her for a while – I thought I be going insane, I’m married. To a man. I am straight!

On my first date, I ended up choking down two loads of cum. [F23] [F/M] [Teasing] [Creampie] [Orgasm] [oral]

After picking me up, David[28M] and I headed to a nice restaurant. He was surprisingly nerdy and humorous, which I loved. lovely and adorable. He acknowledged my nerdiness, showed admiration, and even had knowledge that was almost as geeky as I do. I won’t lie; I had a great time. The supper was over and the restaurant was shutting before I wanted it to. He recommended that we extend the night because he appeared to be enjoying himself just as much as I was (I certainly hope).

Despite the fact that it was nearly 11:00, we went to the spoons and stayed for a few more beers at the pub till it closed. It was a wonderful evening. He was particularly good at giving compliments—not too many, maintaining the delicate balance between being appreciative and seeming weird. An absolute gentleman. He bought drinks despite my insistence that we split the meal, which irritated me (and made me blush). Because he was driving, he didn’t drink much, and I would have insisted on splitting them too, but in this area, Spoons operates by having you place your orders on your phone and having the personnel bring the drinks to you. Before I could even get my phone out, another one arrived as soon as my drink was finished. Since I only once saw him take his phone out, I sincerely don’t know how he did it. He offered to drive us back to his house for a few more drinks, but as usual, they closed quite early. He was quite tactful about it as well, first asking if I was sleepy before bringing up his house and giving me a simple way to end the night if I didn’t want to.

How I successfully overcame an attempt to make a guy cum even without touching his dick. [F23] [25M] [F/M] [teasing] [oral] [orgasm]

One night I met a guy on Tinder and we had a nice conversation. We spent hours engaging in light sex and harmless flirtation. We eventually decided to hook up. In almost three years, he claimed, he hadn’t had any sex, oral contact, or anything else. He then joked about it after saying “Just a heads up, I doubt I’ll be able to hold out for very long. Actually, I bet you could make me cum right now without even touching me.”

So, I said, “Let me think about it for a second.” “That’s interesting; I like a good challenge. Trying to make you cum without ever touching your dick might be entertaining.”

“Oh, right? I was joking, but that’s an idea I wouldn’t mind trying. That is sexy.” He answered.

He said that he had his last masturbation earlier that day when I questioned him about it. I challenged him to come see me after going for at least 4 days without touching himself at all. I decided that 3 years without sex and 4 days without an orgasm would be ideal since I wanted him to be as needy for contact as possible. He admitted to being able to cum in 10 to 15 seconds while masturbating, so I had high hopes for my success. For the next four days, he promised me, he wouldn’t touch himself at all.

F20 Didn’t have money to pay rent so I used my body.

I used to live in a student house with a couple of other girls. The landlord was transparent about having a surveillance camera inside the house pointing at the front door. After a night out I came back drunk with both my tits out in front of the camera. I felt kinky but didn’t regret it the next day. The landlord didn’t say anything about it so I assumed he didn’t see.

I enjoyed the rush of flashing the camera so I did it several times, even when I wasn’t drunk. The issue came when it came to pay the rent as I had no money, but the landlord said that if he could see my tits in person that I could forgo rent for this month. Having no other options, I gladly obliged. This became a regular occurrence instead of rent, which was fine with me.

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