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My Son Wakes Me Up In A Surprising Way Part 4 (MF | Incest | Taboo | Mom/Son | Reluctant)

The first 3 parts have been doing great, here is Part 4.

75 Upvotes for me to write another.

Read the first three parts on [famouserotica.com/2020/08/31/my-son-wakes-me-up-unexpectedly](https://famouserotica.com/2020/08/31/my-son-wakes-me-up-unexpectedly/)

—Story

My son had somehow seduced me in an odd string of events this morning. It seemed hard to believe that this was even the same day still. He said to me, “Come here mom, I want to show you what you have been missing out on.” The boy motioned for me to join him on the couch while the other hand still held firmly to his erection. Seth looked evil but something about it made him unable to resist. Maybe it was my horniness from months of neglect from my husband. Maybe he had truly been possessed and I was no longer in control of my destiny. Either way, I sat down beside him on the couch in our living room. Read more »

Consumption [MF]

She was a dangerous lover. Perhaps the most dangerous type of lover there is. He had no idea just what type of lover she was though. She liked it better that way.

She did have a reputation for being a slut, but at best, it was a myth, a shadow of the truth. He did not make judgements on reputation alone though. It was one of the reasons she was attracted to him and one of the reasons she found him foolish as well. His foolishness in that regard made him attractive in a different way though. She enjoyed feasting on the foolish.

Perhaps he was a bit taken aback that she so quickly rubbed at his sheathed groin during dinner. He didn’t stop her though. She could see the lust slowly come alight in his eyes, slowly bubble to the surface for her to play with and shape. Better than that though, she could feel the heat of it. She wanted to feed on it. She needed to feed on it. In the end, it was the only consumption that mattered. It was the only consumption that kept her kind alive. Read more »

Imagine sucking cock

Imagine you have your eyes closed as you feel the cool air breezing in from the balcony across your naked body.

 

You feel a hand on the back of your neck, fingers sliding up through your hair. You feel something graze past your lips. You feel it graze past your lips again.

 

Now open your mouth slightly and stick out your tongue. Feel a cock touch your tongue. Feel your tongue touching a cock.

 

Lick it.

 

Lick that juicy cock. Feel it on the tip of your tongue. Swirl and flick your tongue around the top.

 

Can you taste it?

 

Now imagine opening your eyes. Imagine seeing this cock right before your eyes. Picture a beautiful, perfect cock, glistening and moist. The cock you were kissing and licking, hard and throbbing, practically glowing, right in front of your eyes.

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The weekend after the party. [MFM]

After sharing my then girlfriend with my buddy it became routine event. Shortly after the party my buddy and I talked about how I had basically served a his wing man getting her nice and wet so he could have his way with her that night. He told me how he would fuck her when his girlfriend wouldn’t satisfy his needs, which was no surprise since most of the guys I knew would brag about fucking her often. The next time I saw her at work I tried to act as if it never happened, but inside I could not stop thinking about it. I wanted her lush pussy back in my month and now could not help but want to fuck her like the others have before me.

I was having small talk with her at work when my buddy joined in on the conversation. He was more crass then I was and asked her out right if she had fun at the party. She replied “yeah, it was alright,” as if to just spite him. After work my buddy and I went to my house and drank. He showed me pictures of her from a few weeks prior to our party. The first few pics were of her cute face. Her eyes were shut and mouth opened just enough for you to know that she was enjoying his big thick cock inside one of her tight holes. Those few pics were different facial expressions that were unmistakably her in sheer ecstasy. Read more »

My Son Wakes Me In A Surprising Way Part 3 (MF| Mom/Son | Incest | Reluctant | Taboo)

Thanks for the support on Parts 1 and 2. Here is part 3

For Part 4 get this to 50 upvotes!

Full story so far on my site at [FamousErotica.com](https://FamousErotica.com)

—Story

After my wild son left the room I did not know what to do. I climbed out of his bed, grabbed my crumbled nightgown, and ran back to my room. The morning had been a complete shock to me so far. It was time for me to get a break to think to myself for a moment. There was no way I could deal with my son if that even is my son anymore. He seemed more like a stranger who had taken over his body. It was as if I did not know him anymore. I locked the door to my bedroom. Then I sat down on my bed with a long sigh. I had to use my nightgown to wipe off my son’s cum that was starting to dry on my stomach.

(OC) Just Like Wine [ MF / Voyeur / Age / CFNM ] * Unfinished *

Hello all.

First, let me explain on why this is unfinished. Normally I don’t publish any of my work as they are only for the person I write for. I write custom literotica using a set of questions to develop the story. I am a very detailed writer and I do a lot of character development so in this one, you will notice there isn’t much action happening because it was still in the beginning.

I haven’t written literotica in about a year, partly because I couldn’t find the right partner who would give meaningful feedback or provide answers that would progress the story. Yes, I write in a a two way fashion so that the reader can imagine themselves in the story and not just me forcing the story. The other part also is that often times the reader would turn out to be a guy or someone pretending to be someone else, which often times makes me think I am writing for a guy also. This leads to me having no inspiration to write. Read more »

The priestess [tantric sex]

She pulled the silk scarf towards herself, they barely covered her breasts. Her nipples hard and erect jutted through the thin fabric. She revelled in her alone time. She circled one taut nipple with her thumb, the skin around the tip had puckered and thickened. She lightly grazed her nails against the soft ridges of her areola. The silk scarf covered their darkness, but could not cover their desire. She let the scarf drop ever so slightly, enough to uncover the tops of her breasts. Wrapping her arms around herself, she cradled her breasts, holding them tightly against each other. The scarf dipped between her deepening cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin glowed in the candle light, the green silk scarf the perfect length skimming from the top of her breasts, to the tip of the opening of the opening between her legs. Enough to be demurely covered, and still let the imagination run wild.

She dropped herself to her knees, in front of her mirror, sat back, with her round bottoms resting on her heels, she looked back at herself in the mirror, and slowly parted her legs. A soft throbbing music filled the air; ancient beats that thrummed through her veins, and she slowly started to rock her body to the drum-beat. Read more »

The Kitchen Counter (MF | Romantic | Quickie | Cum Play)

I arrive home from work later than expected. My wife has already put the kids to bed upstairs, and she is just finishing cleaning the kitchen, wiping the counters. She turns and greets me with a smile. We chat about our days and after a few minutes, she hops up to sit on the kitchen counter. It’s August and she’s wearing a summer dress. She looks amazing, but my mind is still on work, and I don’t notice. We talk about our days. Still distracted, I miss her cues. She bites her bottom lip. She rolls her head to the side and back slightly. She almost imperceptibly spreads her knees apart while looking me in the eye. I continue talking, oblivious. After a few minutes, she pulls me in for a small kiss. I kiss her back, just a peck, and start to back away, yet she holds onto me, kissing me again, more passionately this time. She looks me in the eyes and whispers, “You should fuck me on this counter, right now.” I pause. Thoughts of work vanish. I look at her inquisitively. Is she playing around? Maybe hinting at sex when we go to bed later? No. The look in her eyes says, “fuck me now.” I feel my cock shift in my pants. She looks down, sees the reaction she has caused and smirks confidently. She slips her panties off and they drop to the floor. Read more »

An ode to masturbation

*Sex is like eating a cake… If you do it alone, it starts as the best idea in the world but you always end up feeling kinda gross at the end.*

How’s that for the opening line of my soon-to-be cancelled Netflix special?

Tasha here. No, not my real name…. my mother wasn’t sixteen. I AM rather juvenile however as a fresh faced college student currently waiting for my education to start back up in this new age of distance. But that’s enough of the boring shit, you clicked because you wanna know *how I get off*.

It’s definitely a problem. I started learning my body at a young age and haven’t really let go since. Every smooth line, every curved edge of my female frame just aches to be played with one a daily basis and I do my best to satisfy it: whether that be sneaking away from a Zoom class, or sitting at the very back of a crowded bus…. I *need* it, and that’s where creepy internet boys like you come in.

Kidding. But not really. Read more »