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Caught by my Stepmom

It was an ordinary Saturday at my house. My dad had just gone to work for the night, and I was watching TV in the living room, as my stepmom enters, and sits on the couch.

My stepmom Kathy is 45 and in great shape. She is tan, has long blonde hair, full breasts and literally the most round and thick asses I had ever seen. Naturally beautiful, she never wore makeup and did not have a single wrinkle on her face. On this day, she was wearing grey leggings, a white tank top with her brah straps showing. The white tank top contrasting on her golden-tan skin just makes her glow. She is barefoot, and her toes are painted white, my favorite.

She walks over to the other couch and plops down on her stomach, and turns on her iPad. Her feet are facing me and her ass is practically staring me in the face. I stare hard and I can see her thong lines through her thin grey leggings. The soles of her feet are perfectly smooth. She scrunches them from time to time and I can see her wrinkles. She lifts her legs up from off the couch and swings them back and forth, grabbing even more of my attention as her ass slightly jiggles with each swing. Read more »

Polygamy – Chapter 11

It was time for Danielle’s weekly pregnancy check-up, she was now 2 months pregnant. we had to visit her Obstetrician, Lindsey at her home because the hospital was full of Corona cases.

When we visited her at her home, we were greeted by Lindsey and her assistant Vanessa.

Lindsey was this strong built redhead in a ponytail who looked like she could bench some weight. she had muscular back and straight posture with firm boobs and muscular legs and ass.. her thighs were wider than mine. she was fully white with freckled skin. she’s what you’d call a babe.

Vanessa on the other hand was African, she had brown skin, black hair and she was a bit chubby and not as tall as Lindsey, who towered over all of us like a dominatrix.

They took us to the living room and sat us on the sofa where they undressed Danielle and had her sit completely nude, before they applied gel on her pregnant belly and did the scan. the baby was doing well.

Vanessa then cleaned up the gel and washed Danielle’s body in a sponge bath and towel dried her before Lindsey walked in with some essential oils. they began applying oil all over her body and massaging her.. Read more »

A Cofee With My Mom (2)

Part 1- https://www.reddit.com/user/Alex550m/comments/kwo3i9/a_coffee_with_my_mom_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

Part 2

She took thumb and bit it with haer canines, normally I wouldn’t have felt much but I was excited and i could feel even her teets sinking in,her lips sucking my fingers and her tongue working her magic. Swirling around my thumb.

Being a typical guy,i removed my shorts and was about to rise up (the fault was not mine thats how they do in the porn!!!)She leaned forward and grabbed my medium sized thick cock and i was expecting she was gonna peel the remaining foreskin but she did the opposite.She pulled my foreskin forward and did it in a way i got close to her face.

She stopped sucking my thumb,and put her right hand on the back of my head and grabbed my har and pulled my ears towards her mouth.And whispered ‘There will be time for that too, but today didn’t u said u would do everything for mommy!?Your mommy is wet. Don’t you love your mommy.’

She was saying it in a really low tone as if whispering but there was a seduction to it that mesmerized me and I was simply obeying my mom like a lil kid. Read more »

Tasha impregnates and collars her little sister – part 4 of the Josie & Kris series (lesbian, impregnation, incest, bdsm)

tasha sighed to herself as she stood behind the reception desk in her figure-hugging suit and flowery scarf. this time of day, just before the close of business, was always quiet for the hotel. she hated quiet times. tasha was the kind of person who always wanted to work, to do things, to focus on the task. when things were quiet she got easily bored and frustrated.

but right now the problem was not that she was bored. she was jealous, and sad. she had expected that when her baby sister abi asked to go get fucked by two other girls that the whole thing would just be sexy and fun, but as she watched abi collapse into giggles and cuddles with two girls who were not her had sent shards of pain through tasha’s heart. abi was never like that with her. they fucked, almost constantly, and abi called her sistress’ and begged her to hurt her and whip her and…

but she had never kissed tasha like that, never hugged tasha like that after they fucked… never called her mommy in that tone… Read more »

I [f22] got horny reading my erotica book, and then had sex with my boyfriend [m24]

Like every other weekday, I woke up before Ryan. We’ve been like this ever since we’ve moved in together. I’m more of a morning person than he is. So I usually get up before he does, go to the gym, get the groceries and then snuggle back in bed with him to wake him up. It’s one of the perks you get when you work from home, and I liked how it all worked out so effortlessly.

But yesterday, as I woke up at 7 to get my first cup of coffee, I looked outside the windows and watched the dark skies fill up with rain. The thunder was already brewing so loudly, and lightning was showing its teeth too. So instead of going out into the cold world, I decided to grab my book and get comfy inside my warm home. After all, it had been sitting on the shelf, untouched for almost a month. And now felt like the perfect cosy morning to start reading it.

I chugged a large glass of water as I always did in the morning, grabbed my coffee mug and found myself cuddling the blanket on our sofa. Looking out through the windows admiring the drops of rain that raced each other down. Read more »

The Temptation of Hazel Standish [MF] [Fiction]

This story is a side story to my main series, The Skylar Chronicles, and takes place after Part 5 of Skylar. You can click my profile and go to my Index of Erotic Stories to read that.

I watched as the blue progress bar ran across the top of my screen. Message sent. Glancing down into the text box, I read back over what I had just typed and pushed the send button on.

“*We need to talk. Come by my office as soon as you’re available today.”*

Setting my phone and contemplating what had to happen next, I took a deep breath as I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and two fingers. It had been a long day, and it had the potential to become even longer. Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Pastor Aidin Phillips. I am the youth pastor at Grey Shores Baptist. And last night I ran into a member of my leadership team wandering the halls of the church with a random guy looking for bags of clothes to bring to the local homeless shelter. As I was heading for my car, I realized I had forgotten my wallet on my desk, so I turned around and went back inside to get it. After retrieving my wallet and making my way for the exit, I heard a noise coming from down the hall. It wasn’t the two of them talking. I made my way to the base of the stairs that they had gone up in search of the bags, the noise growing louder and louder with each step I took down the hall. It was unmistakably what I thought: moaning. Read more »

how not to be a victim (an original poem by me)

I’m strolling in the dark again

My footsteps echo loudly

I really shouldn’t be out when

Everyone is sleeping soundly

Warm breaths betray the life in me

Swirling smoke in chilly air

Shadows, thick and inky black,

Envelope me in greedy stares

You have a subtle handsomeness,

Heavy muscles and tattoos

Strong arms cross against your chest

A violent grace in every move

I almost didn’t see you

Almost didn’t see the light

Reflecting off the buckle

Of the jeans you wear too tight

“Little girls should be at home

Not roaming parks at midnight.”

Your voice’s booming rumble

Is a warning in its own right

As if it sounds from miles away

My own shy voice replies:

“You may be right, but what if I’m

A monster in disguise?”

My sole attempt at bravery

Makes Mr. Muscles laugh

I’m not laughing; we both know

That what I am is trapped

A sickly sweet and wicked smile

Is painted on your face

My instincts scream; I start to run Read more »

The Gardener (M/F) (Historical- Victorian) (powerplay)

Summer was only a few weeks away. It was starting to get warm, and the sun, more often than the rain, beat down upon his back as he worked the earth.

There were flowers: the seeds of autumn and winter had burst into spectacular bloom in neat rows and among tastefully arranged bushes. Colour: colour was everywhere.

He straightened up; wiped his hands on his trousers; stretched up and back and rolled his shoulders. He was knelt before a rose bush – open buds of pale pink parted to drink up the sun and entice the wandering bees – with his pruners, trowel and garden wire beside him.

“They’re coming on well.”

It was the voice, he knew, of the lady of the house. He knew it well enough not to start, not to scramble to his feet and bow, but to shrug nonchalantly and keep his smile to himself.

“You think so?”

“Gorgeous,” she stepped forward and the hem of her skirt and a pair of short, heeled boots appeared beside him. She cupped a rose in her hand. “And such a beautiful colour.”

“They’re the same as last year.” Read more »