“I WANT MILK! I WANT MILK!”

lesbian incest, adult breast-feeding, mother-daughter incest, spoiled

All characters depicted in this true tale are and were over 18 years of age, both now and at the time I wrote it.

*One question Mothers sometimes face is: at what age is it inappropriate to stop breast-feeding one’s offspring? My Twin Daughters are now in their middle twenties; this story features KARIN, 19 years old when I wrote this story)*

(Those familiar with my writings are aware of the special relationship that we share, my Beautiful, Sexy, So Dominant Twin Daughters, Karin and Karinna. Inside the bedroom, THEY are the authorities…OUTSIDE the bedroom, we maintain the typical Mother-Daughter relationship.)

My sweet daughter Karin approaches me as I relax in the sitting room, leafing through a magazine. Her voice has slightly whingy tone to it. I love them dearly, however I can deny them nothing, especially access to my voluptuous (36F-30-42) curves.)

“Mummy, I’m Hungry.”

“Well, there’s plenty to eat, Dear.” I nod toward the kitchen.

“No! I don’t want any of that! I want milk!”

“Then walk yourself into the kitchen and get yourself some. Mummy’s reading.”

My Friend – Part II

This is the second part of a story written for a user who wishes to remain anonymous.

I rubbed Zoe’s perfect little clit while looking up at her face. Her eyes had closed and her head was tilting back slightly, her mouth wide open and quietly panting. I was watching her perfect breasts rise and fall with her short gasps of breath. I felt that she deserved the full treatment, and I lightly kissed the inside of her thighs, kissed harder on her outer lips as she gave a long intake of breath, then parted her lips and placed my tongue right on her clit.

She grabbed my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue a few times, enjoying her moaning, before closing my lips around her clit, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, and lapping it up.

She was squirming and alternating between gasps and moans, and I was so turned on. Just to keep her from wriggling away from me, I reached a hand up to grab her boob, playing with her nipples.

“Mason… this is… everything!”

A little car sex between shifts

Ok so I’m new to this and wrote it on a mobile, have to send the lady stories to keep her sexually frustrated. I hope you enjoy and welcome constructive notes. Story below:

She put her car into park in the deserted lot next to his and killed the engine, she was tired but she needed this more than words. The chill of the early morning air snapped her alert, caressing her bare skin with its chill, as she walked to his car and got into the back seat, he was already waiting for her there. He smiled as she slid onto the seat, the area was secluded and nothing would intrude on their private trist, she had seen to that. She was already soaked from their texts.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers as they started a passionate embrace. He broke off to kiss her neck before pulling her on to him so he could play with her breasts as they kissed. His thumbs and forefinger finding her nipples as she had already taken off her bra, she came prepared. The first moan left her lips as she mounted his thigh to begin to buck upon it the friction transcending her pants and increasingly sodden underware and finding its way to her stiffening clit. The intensity was building as the muscles in her inflamed snatch came alive and a buzzing started to spread across her nerves.

My Loving Mom

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time.

A little Halloween Erotica

Audrey bit down hard on her lip, trying to stifle the moan that was trying to escape her throat. The other moans were what scared her. Unfortunately, it was her moan that drew the others. Sadie’s face was buried firmly between Audrey’s legs, her ears muffled by Audrey’s creamy thighs. She hadn’t heard the other moans.

[Read the rest here!](https://rileyblackstone.wordpress.com/2019/10/30/an-erotic-halloween-story/)

[RapeFantasy] [Kidnapping]

When I woke up I wasn’t at my house. I’m a heavy sleeper, so I woke up in a panic, I had to have been kidnapped. It was dark, too dark, and my hands were bound. I was laying down, a bed, maybe? I tried to calm myself, listening to what was going on around me. It was quiet… too quiet, so I started trying to free my hands.

I heard sinister laughter in my vicinity, as if it were triggered by my movement, someone waiting there, watching me sleeping, waiting for signs of life… was I drugged? I had to have been. I’m a heavy sleeper, but there’s no way I would have slept through this.

I stopped moving at the sound of the laughter. My heart rate spiked, my breathing gave away the dread that I would have otherwise tried to hide. I’m not weak. I will not just cave in. I have to… footsteps, I hear footsteps.

I bite down on my tongue, the pain centers me. I focus on that instead of the infinite possible reasons that  I’m in this situation. I try to calm my breathing, clear my thoughts. I am not weak. I will get through this. I will find my way… a touch, I feel someone touching me… my stomach. Bare skin.

One Shot Episode 1: I Fucked A Vampire?! [Rough Sex] [Vampire]

I’m back with a new series. One Shot is a series in which I write about ideas which I have but are not long enough to make into a multi-part series. Pretty sure most installments will feature a Imgur link to the inspiration for the characters as well. I thought I would begin with a Halloween themed episode, seeing as the holiday is approaching this week. Hope you enjoy this! (By the way My Fuck Buddy Part 3 will come soon)

Finally [BDSM][TRUE][LGBTQ]

*To protect identities, I’ve left out clear physical descriptions as well as the names of locations, events, and people*

I only joined this group to share this encounter, since the other person involved doesn’t want me to talk about it with anyone. There’s a good reason for that which I won’t share on here. I’m going to share part of what happened, and if there’s enough interest I’ll share the rest.

So, I’m a bit of a brat. One of my favorite things to do is just toy with a person until they sort of lose their composure. That moment where the person just snaps and fly’s off the handle, unchecked anger or annoyance letting them do what they really want to but may not otherwise just fucking gets me going.

I have one friend in particular that I’ve been fantasizing about for years. We met at a kink event and are well acquainted with each others interests in that regard. It’s gotten to the point where we pretty much know exactly which buttons to push on one another. I know she’s attracted to me, we flirt and touch quite a bit, there’s A BUNCH of tension, but she’s never made a move. I’ve started to see how far I can push her. What can I do? How long will it take for her to just fucking *do it*?

[FF] Taking her Girl-on-Girl Virginity

This week has been a blur of sexual spontaneity. First, the hot tub. My top came off, and then hers. Then we kissed, made out, and more. We moved from the hot tub to inside, where we had an orgasmic 69 session. That was my first going all the way with a girl. After that, a foursome, and my first time giving a blowjob to two different guys in the same day, much less the same 30 minutes! I still can’t believe I fucked my friend’s boyfriend, but hey, everyone was fucking everyone! A few days later, the new girl at work was the flavor of choice. An impromptu lunch date led to me going down on her in her car. She didn’t mind! And then drinks later that night.

Ah yes, drinks. After making Julie cum in the driver’s seat of her car, and, fuck, she tasted more than incredible, we exchanged numbers. Oh, we also had lunch, but who cares about that. Julie had to stay at the office the rest of the day, but not me. As I told you, I don’t believe in the office, I can work from nearly anywhere. I returned home and changed into something more comfortable. While changing, I couldn’t resist sending Julie more than a few playfully teasing selfies. She didn’t mind, not at all.

[FM] Fantasising about a Redditor

Didn’t know where else to pour these thoughts so I’m formulating them into a story. One which I hope with all my heart will come true one day, but for now remains a fantasy. Thank you in advance for reading this. xx

You came into my life when I least expected it. Both of us just wanted a hookup; we’d traded pics and agreed that we were insanely attracted to each other’s bodies, but we realised how compatible we also were in so many other ways as we got to know each other better. Unfortunately, as life would have it, circumstances made it impossible for us to be anything.

Even though I know that now, I can’t help feeling the way I do about you. You’re always on my mind — when I’m cooking dinner after a long day, when my mind is wandering aimlessly on a quiet day at work, ~~even when~~ *especially* when I’m stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower. My body yearns for you, even when I’m not awake. Some mornings I’ll wake up not realising that I had been humping my blankets, or that my hand had somehow wandered under my panties. My fingers would be fully soaked, covered in my juices from dreaming about you, probably. I never remember these dreams, but I know that you’re always the first thought that comes to mind.