Gob meets aliens.

Impregnation, corruption, consensual forced sex.

Gob wakes up in her bed, laying on her back and wearing a white transparent nightie that barely managed to cover her big breasts, her tight thighs and her big butt. Her nightie was low cut enough to reveal the upper part of her gorgeous cleavage. She stretches her back after the long night and sits up in the bed, rubbing her eyes. With her yellow orangy eyes still hazed, she lays back down and closes her eyes, enjoying the moment.

She moves her lower body around and her nightie slides up, revealing her shaved and soft skin. Her legs are spread apart, showing all the details of her beautiful body, from her sexy hips, to her juicy pussy, that is perfectly shaped and looks like it’s made out of the finest velvet. She rolls over to the other side of the bed and looks at the ceiling, lost in her own world.

Suddentl Gobbo hears a loud crash and the sound of screaming coming from the ship. Realizing that aliens had broken onto the space ship, Gobbo scrambled to her feet and ran to the bridge to sound the alarm. Barely having the time to put on right skin blue space suit.

My Step-Son, Daughter and Me [MF][Inc]

I came in the back door, bringing some shopping in, dumped the bags on the table. I knew my daughter was home, her car was parked in the street. We live in a bungalow, not overly large, just a four bedroom home that started out as a two bedroom, and previous owners added extra rooms, bathroom, family lounge.

One room, right at the end of the house was my daughter’s next to hers was my stepson’s, my third husband and I had the main bedroom next to the front, formal lounge with the connected galley kitchen and family lounge, between them. The house was quiet, but then I heard a moan. I knew it wasn’t a ghost, because it was followed by a grunt, a male grunt and some rhythmic thumping. Seems Sandy was getting laid and she’d left her bedroom door open.

I knew she wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been since my second husband, her father, had fucked her years ago, the bastard. He should be in jail for that- but that’s just my anger again, anger at letting my little girl down. Anyway… She must have been enjoying herself, as her moans were getting louder, so I thought I might quietly sneak out the door again and wait a little while, give them some privacy. Go and sit in the car, read something on my cell, it was not a nice day.

The Campout Pt. 1

The Campout Pt. 1

The dirt & gravel crunched under the tires as the truck turned off the paved road onto the nearly hidden logging road that lead up the wooded hillside. He had found the perfect spot for their weekend getaway. The truck was loaded down with all the essentials: tent, food, camp stove, sleeping bags, pillows, extra blankets, and all the other gear they would need. He couldn’t wait to get to the clearing he had picked out to set up camp.

The clearing was just the other side of the hill they were climbing. Nestled beside a running creek with woods on all sides, it was the ideal location for their little excursion. Absolutely secluded, no one would bother them here.

As the truck topped the hill & started down the winding path toward the clearing, he glanced over at her & grinned. She smiled back as he raised the hand he was holding & kissed the back of it. They had been planning this weekend outing for several weeks, and now they were almost to their destination. Around the next bend in the road that was grown over with high grass, she saw it for the first time. Easing to a stop, he put the truck in park & killed the engine. They were here.

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So this is a threeway. [MFF]

When I started putting these stories down all the events were clear in my head. My relationship over a couple of years with Paul, Clare’s involvement with us and how the events of those couple of years has impacted on my sexuality for my entire adult life. I wouldn’t change a thing.

I had been seeing Clare now for a couple of weeks. I’d been to hers, she to mine.

We’d slept together a couple of times and she loved the fact I had so many panties that she insisted we shared.

We managed finally to get a weekend alone at hers, her parents away for the weekend. I agreed I would stay over for a couple of nights. In my head now an opportunity to come clean about my pee fetish.

I arrived at hers on the Friday evening with my bag and an array of panties. I was becoming quite prolific with my panty purchasing with Clares help. I owned outfits that I would wear under clothes when we went out, we’d fucked in fields on a train our sex was amazing.

Risky Cocktails [F4M] [18+] [Teasing] [Public] [Pool Play] [Desire] [Fingering] [Foreplay] [Playfulness] [Pleasure] [Needing] [ Wanting]

You run your hand down the side of my body over my hips and under my bikini as you use your fingers to find my clit and graze over it. My body shivers in reaction to your touch as you start to lightly circle my erogenous zone with just your fingers. I push my pelvis out as I throw my head back while you smirk at me, knowing this was your doing. As I do, I lean both my elbows on the edge of the pool as you continue.

You continue alternating your fingers from delicately grazing over my clit to applying circular pressure while you lean into the side of me as you are watching and reacting to my movements and facial expressions of pleasure. I feel you move your fingers further down south teasing my entrance and start to edge your third and fourth fingers into me as I start to spread my legs further apart allowing you more access. My eyes begin to close as I start to lose all sense of reality as I focused on the pleasure I was feeling. I let a moan out unconsciously as I moved my hips to the rhythm of your fingers.

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Seduced by my Stepdaughter, Part 2 [MF] [18+] [WMAF]

(This is the second part of an ongoing story. I recommend reading part one first, which you can find in my profile.)

It’s still raining by the time I finish with work, the skies the color of lead as I trudge to my car, exhausted and on edge. Puddles have formed inside the parking garage, water dripping and leaking everywhere. They say there could be flooding and power outages, downed trees and landslides; it’s a real doozy of a storm that’s hit us, a once-in-a-decade type event. It’s worrisome, to be sure – but it’s not the reason I’m stressed the fuck out.

Nor is it the fact that I spent most of my day in meetings. To tell the truth, I was zoned out a lot of the time. I’m damn tired, and it’s just so hard to focus.

No…what has me on edge, what has me freaked the fuck out is the fact that I fooled around with my stepdaughter last night. That I’d given into temptation; that I’d crossed a line.

*Goddamn. How could I let something like this happen?*

Fuck! I bang my fist against the hood of my car, watching the rain pour down outside.

You Know What You Agreed To

We’ve worked it out ahead of time. Everyone has agreed, and boundaries have been set.

You have a friend. You haven’t seen her for a while, but you’ve missed each other. You both agree that some time together, in town, would be much needed. We’ve got a hotel room. We all go out or you two go out, it doesn’t matter. You come back tipsy, happy, and you’re feeling just that gentle horny that you get with a bit of wine.

I give you both some time alone. You just want a bit of cuddle time; it’s been too long since you’ve just felt a feminine body. You strip down and have a shower together to warm up, and you enjoy the softness of her as you wash each other up. It’s just playful, gentle, and appreciative. You remember what she felt like, what her hands felt like.

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The Story of Meg

Meg was a brainy girl with understated beauty and one of the greatest sets of breasts I have ever seen. She stood 4’11, and when asked she would always claim to be 5 foot.

“Just under average,” she would say.

You didn’t argue with Meg. She was pretty head strong, and had this wild streak to her. She thrived on spontaneity and had this infectious irreverent attitude about life. Though she was only eighteen, you could tell she had seen a lot in so few years.

I met Meg the first day of Spring semester during my Sophomore year at college. I arrived early for class and sat down outside in the hallway. Across from me sat this tiny delicate thing curled up in a mass of black and red flannel reading some obscure graphic novel. Her shorts were so short that it was nearly impossible to miss the sliver of neon green panties contrasting against her slender pale thighs.

A climbing-break with coffee and cream(pie) [MF] [Outdoor] [Creampie] [Premature]

This story takes place after the events of 
“The day my best friend relieved me for the first time” (part 1) and
“A favor for a favor for a favor” (part 2).

After our first oral adventures together, I kept sleeping in the van instead of the tent. I quickly started to sleep naked, just like her. Feeling her warm and soft body while waking up was a sensation I appreciated each and every morning.
I really wanted to explore her body deeper, but I had no clue if she was still close to her ovulation. We didn’t dare to take it any further yet.

After breakfast and some coffee, we went climbing again. When she stepped out of the van, I realized that she was not wearing a sport bra like usual. She was wearing a tank top with the arms cut out deep enough to see her side-boobs peaking out of it.
After asking her about it, she told me that her boobs sometimes swell and hurt a little bit when she gets closer to her period. So she didn’t want to put any pressure on them. That sounded more than understandable for me.

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Bite-Sized Morsels: One Big Step, Chapter 4 [fm] [Step] [Incest] [Brother/Sister]

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11ppb5i/bitesized_morsels_one_big_step_chapter_3_fm_step/)

***CHERRY***

“You *what?!*”

I clamped a hand on Brie’s mouth, head whipping around to make sure she hadn’t attracted any attention in the busy cafeteria. “Jesus Christ, Brie, keep it down!” I hissed. As soon as I’d withdrawn my hand, she launched into an interrogation.

“Why didn’t you tell me this on the bus this morning?” she asked, clearly frustrated that I’d waited until lunch for such sordid drama as me kissing my stepbrother-to-be.

“Because he was on the bus too, duh! Can’t have you blurting anything out and have him realizing that I’m still thinking about it!” I huffed and threw my head into my hands, lightly shaking my head at my situation.

“So how did you react when he kissed you?” she murmured, gleefully leaning in to gossip. I looked up at her hesitantly before hiding behind my fingers.

“Um… Actually, I…” As I trailed off, her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

“No!”

“Yeah…”

“*You* kissed *him?!*”

“Qui-et!” I pleaded. I know I was being paranoid, but I couldn’t help but feel like everybody around us knew what we were talking about.