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I am not sure if it is allowed to request things on here but I am looking for someone to write an erotic story where a mom turns into a slut for a stranger (or multiple guys) and eventually fucks him(/them) in front of her own son. I have ideas and I will give you as many details as possible.
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“Finally, I’ve found it!” After decades of searching I had uncovered the item at the center of so many stories, the genie’s lamp. It looked a little plain, but when I put my hands on it my flesh tingled, and my heart fluttered.
I had thought long and hard about my wishes, having so much time in my seemingly endless search. Unfortunately my first would have to be wasted undoing the damage of time. Most even simple tasks have become difficult in my seasoned age. Perhaps I could go with the hands of time being turned back? But then I run the risk of losing the genie, some of them are tricky…
My other wishes are for financial prosperity, and physical prowess. The wording has been worked out over the years, but both will have to wait for the first to be granted. I have to see what damage is done by the first. Who knows what treachery this genie is capable of? Or maybe he’ll be kind? Just helpful to the one who released him from his lamp. Sure… One way to find out, time to rub that lamp.
It was more than the sudden motion of his hands sliding their way down her arms and tightening around her wrists that caused her to gasp sharply. On the contrary, it was the invasion of his thick cock plummeting deep inside that was the culprit. Nearly going limp in his arms, she moaned, wanting this all along.
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[part one](https://reddit.app.link/bNL6r6fBM6)
Lizbeth was surprisingly shy when I got her in my bed. She sat back against the headboard with her thighs pressed together and fussed with the tops of her socks.
Since the quarantine she had changed out the tights she normally wore under her dresses to an array of chunky oversized thigh highs. I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought about what it would be like to corner her in the kitchen and get a look up her skirt. The thought of her protests made my dick stiffen. I took off my shirt and undid my pants before moving towards her on the bed.
“Lets get you out of this dress.” I said. She scooted forward, her bare ass now on my comforter and helped me lift it over her head. She was braless underneath, something I hadn’t anticipated. “God, you’re perfect” I muttered, my hand grazing a pert nipple.
The full view of her was a lot to take in. I sat back, wanting to etch every detail in my mind. Her thick, messy hair was half spilling out of a loose bun. The freckles on her cheeks stood out against an omnipresent blush, a tiny smattering of them trailed down her shoulders and chest. Her tits were round and full in comparison to her small waist and her hips swelled out wonderfully on my bed.
Unfortunately, things did not go any further after I had held her breast and we kissed in the kitchen. Mum pushed me away in a bit of a panic and begged me to stop, so I did what she asked. Again, some time went by before things heated up again.
Dad ended up taking an extended business trip to an oil rich Island country where the workers were confined to a compound, and it became obvious he was messing around with several partners. Mum had known he had been messing around a lot but I guess the straw that broke the camels back was were several occasions where nude women were walking to and fro in his room, while we skyped. Soon after, the contact wtih him pretty much ended. He sent enough to her for us to live, but we did not see him again until years went by.
As I walked past the offices of my former colleagues, now those of my workers, I felt a bit of nostalgia. It had only been a couple days ago I sat in those very desks, but knowing I would never sit in them again felt odd. I had advanced to my position faster than most, although that didn’t mean I was young. But I didn’t regret my haste for a second. I was overjoyed when they said I got a promotion. My job was a distinguished one now, something that anyone would respect. In fact, if I left, it wouldn’t be hard now to find another great job. Not that I would leave, however. This job was what I wanted, and though it was hard, it was well reimbursed. With an impressive salary and relaxed policies, it would be more than easy to be happy where I was. In fact, there were even some ‘special privileges’ that I got, which is why I was here after hours when the place was a ghost town. Other people who have these special privileges talk highly of them, although never talk about the specifics. In fact, I had no idea what to expect as I turned the corner to the hallway containing my office. It was curious; they told me to dress business casual, which usually means something informal. Maybe that was why they hadn’t said anything yet. Either way, I was ready for a pleasant surprise.
So this is the first chapter of a story I am writing. This chapter is mostly just an intro, nothing sexual yet. It’s going to have very dark sexual themes, so I’m a little bit weary posting it here. Chapter two will be up later today.
http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600109578
Whitechapel, London, September 30th, 1888.
Lily Hodgekins, though usually good at ignoring the people around her, listens in on the whispers as she sweeps up another broken glass. She worked in a popular bar, so she almost always heard news and gossip immediately. She was lucky to have this job, at 23 years old many other girls were turning to prostitution in order to survive. As of late, the news and gossip was extremely disturbing, and often times true.
“There’s been another murder.” “Torn to shreds, she was.” “I heard it was that woman, Eddowes.”
Catherine Eddowes. Lily knew her, not as a friend, but the woman had come into the pub where Lily worked now and then. She was always kind, and always in need of another drink or two before another john came to claim her. They had actually seen each other the night of the 29th, though nobody had any idea who had bought her for the evening. Lily did her best to tune out the gruesome details, though from what she did hear, she agreed that it sounded as if a monster had committed these acts. A demon, a monster. Not a man.
(The story thus far: Moonfire, a towering female Orc warrior cursed with a magic-milk-producing bosom, enjoys an afternoon with her human companion Liam in a dingy tavern room)
“Fuck!” Moonfire gasped as she felt the prodding at her bare sphincter. “Right there, Liam!”
The big Orcess lay on her stomach, elbows doubled under her to allow her shoulders to arch up. It created some clearance for her gigantic bosom in that position, yet both breasts still splayed out generously to either side on the cot. Her legs were barely an inch apart, just enough to allow Liam access. She liked clenching things tight so she could feel every tiny inch of the penetration.
The male lay over her, resting most of his lighter frame on hands splayed over her muscular hips. His tan-colored hands were nearly lost in her sea of heaving emerald flesh. He avoid looking further down at her taut muscular ass, knowing the sight of it could make him cum too fast, and instead concentrated on the back of her half-shaven head and the points of her angular ears. He eased his saliva-slickened shaft into her anal ring bit by bit, making her squeal like a piglet until he was all the way in.
I’d left college after my 5th Year and after taking several typing exams I’d waited for the right job. The interview had gone swimmingly and i was due to start the following fortnight providing my references were ok and subject to a medical.
The alarm woke me from a deep slumber, I reached over and turned it off and cuddled up to my pillow. Gradually I came round and decided to get up. My doctor’s appointment was at 10:00 and i need to leave the house by 9:30. I threw back the bed sheets and blankets and felt the cool morning air. I brought my long legs up and placed them on the floor, stretching my arms as i did so. I stood up and my bunched up pink baby doll nightie fell down to my thighs. I picked up a towel, went into the bathroom turned on the shower. Went to the toilet, did a wee, wiped myself and checked the tissue, thankfully my period had finished the day before and I was all clear. I would have hated to have gone to the doctor’s wearing a Dr. Whites.
The night before Halloween.
There is so much candy in this bowl it might overflow.. so I guess I’ll have a few. Skittles, I like those.
Not that I get a lot of kids to the house, barely any actually. Seems like every year it’s less and less.
Cold tonight, too. Lucky I brought some wood in for the fireplace earlier! The fire’s started now but I have a feeling I’ll need more..
The house is cozy, low. Only 2 bedrooms and one level. Darker wood accents cover the inside, with green plants strewn about, hanging and sitting. Just 2 shaded lamps and the fireplace for light. Lots of windows, but it’s dark now.. you can see the moonlight pierce into the living room area, illuminating the plush rug and coffee table. 2 oak bookcases sit flush on the wall on either side of the fireplace. The mix of silver rays from the moon, bouncing and dancing with the light from the fire mingle in the middle to form something sensational.