Category: eroticliterature

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 3) [Taboo] [Fan Fiction] [NSFW]

About an hour after waking, the family drifted down to the kitchens where Grandma Hester was laying out the plates for breakfast. Fester arrived and slide his bulk into a chair behind the long oaken table. “Morning,” Hester said in her raspy voice, as she dropped a plate in front of him and slathered a spoonful noxious gray sludge onto it. It wriggled slowly. “Mm, morning.” Fester muttered tiredly as he began to shovel forkfuls into his mouth. She was pouring him a cup of thick, oily tea, billowing steam when Morticia arrived, now dressed in her tight black dress and carrying a squirming three year old in her arms.

“Ooooh!” Hester said, tossing her cooking pot casually aside and walking over to her daughter, “how’s my big boy this morning?” She began to tickle his nose with her nubby finger. Pubert smiled back at her. He was dressed in a miniature pinstripe, suite his fine black hair was slicked back, and a tiny, pencil thin mustache curled over his cheeks still plush with baby fat.

“Mmm the little beast wet his bed again last night.” Morticia said fondly.

“Hehe, is that right? Did the little monster wet his bed?” Hester asked, pinching his cheeks. Read more »

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 2) [Taboo] [NSFW] [Masturbation] [ Fan Fiction] [Voyuer]

Meanwhile elsewhere in the house, others were waking. In her bedroom Wednesday’s eyes parted slowly. She was naked save for a pair of black panties and as she sat up, her pigtails fell over the orbs of her pallid, peach sized breasts. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she rose and examined the room. Clothing was still scattered across the floor and the candles beside her bed were burnt down to piles of wax.

She looked down and examined herself. Running her finger along her inner thigh and looked dispassionately down at the drops of viscous white cum slowly drying on her leg. Silently she crossed the room to a long shelf that ran along the wall covered with glass vials. She selected an empty one, uncorked it and proceeded to drag it up her body, collecting as much of it as she could. Holding the bottle up to her face, she saw it was about half full of mingled semen and vaginal juices. That’d do. Read more »

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 1) [Taboo] [Fan Fiction] [NSFW]

Morning dawned grim and gray and the Addams clan stirred slowly from its fitful slumber. Gomez was up with the sun, and he slipped out of bed and into his long robe silently, while the rest of the family was still waking. He pushed open the glass door that led to the adjacent balcony, stepped out and surveyed the grounds.

From this vantage point, he could see across the whole expanse of the property. The sprawling ancestral cemetery, the putrid swampland rife with quicksand and dead trees, the treacherous ravine, the acres and acres of wasted earth, choked with rocks and weeds. He took a deep breath of thick, fetid air and sighed contentedly. He heard the faint pop of knuckles cracking at his side and felt a soft tug on the cuff of his silk pajama bottoms. Looking down he saw the family’s faithful hand Thing, perched on its fingertips by his slippered foot. “Good morning old man.” Read more »

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 1 Night Sounds [NSFW] [Fan Fiction] [Taboo] [Voyeur]

Note: I do not own these characters. No copyright infringement is intended. My inspiration for this story are 1990s films The Addams Family and Addams Family Values.

High atop its hill, beyond the tombstones the ancient Addams mansion sat. Beneath a Dark, starless night sky it rested, though it did not rest easy. A thousand sounds disturbed the silence. Mice scurried beneath the floorboards and spiders worked busily on their webs. The house creaked and settled on itself. Deep in the bowels of the old house, the behemoth butler Lurch snored steadily in bed, loud enough to shudder the walls of his cramped quarters. The soft flick of old book pages came from the chambers beside the kitchens, where Grandma Addams sat up, pouring over a faded copy of Gray’s Anatomy by dancing candlelight. In the greenhouse, there was a crunching, gnawing, as the giant flytraps feasted on their squirming dinner. Read more »

She Wore Blue

The sticky, summer heat hasn’t left the air, even though the sun left us hours ago. My flashlight cuts through the night to find branches, brambles, and the ever elusive hem of her dress as she skips ahead, showing the way to some secluded spot she assures me is something special. Her words, mostly.

She slows up ahead, twirls once, then stops. She’s finding it. We must be close. I pick up my pace, narrowing the gap between us, and she skitters off again just as I’m close enough to reach out and touch.

The trees clear, and the brush beneath our feet turns to solid stone. At least, solid stone up until the edge, where the rock face drops ten feet into a lake. She stands at the cliff’s edge, so close her toes almost curl over. Breathless, chest heaving, she looks back to me, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

“What do you think?” Read more »

Breakfast [MF] [bd] [ds]

*As a sub, I love to serve. As a particularly bratty sub, I haven’t found anyone to submit to – until now. Shall we?*

The day starts with you, eating breakfast at the table. You read your newspapers, check international news on your phone or laptop while you have your morning coffee and smoke. I kneel at your feet, quiet and waiting, until you beckon me over. I crawl over to you, black penmanship stark against the smooth lines of my thigh and smile up at you.

You move to let me kneel at your feet, smoking your cigarette and paying little attention to me. I brush fingertips against your thighs, lips planting quick kisses as I move up towards your cock. Lips parted, I run my tongue from base to tip, grinning up at you as I take you in my mouth, inch by inch.

You’ve always been silent, but I hear you muttering under your breath, one hand moving to stroke my hair as I bob up and down on your cock. I move faster, hands on your thighs, wanting so desperately to make you cum. I push a little too deep, the tip hitting the back of my throat: choking, gagging on your cock, my throat convulsing around you. I hear you sigh, murmured words that make little sense as tears prick at the corner of my eyes. Read more »

The Power of Curiosity (Part 1) [x-post from /r/sexystories]

Modern society is an odd development in human history. Think about it. Infrastructure, office jobs, cars, restaurants and processed foods. All of these things separate us from the Wild, make our lives simpler. We no longer have to creep about, always on the search for sustenance and tensed for life-threatening action. We can focus on nonessential enjoyments, like novels, clubbing, leisurely bicycle rides, fitness, and television.

And sex.

With so many elements of the Wild erased by our easy, no-longer-Darwinian existence, we have ever more time to focus on the most Wild impulse of all. The simple *availability* of good, no-strings-attached fucks has heightened our hunger as a species. Sex is no longer sprouted from a simple impulse to pass our genes on. Sex is an end in itself. The more separated from the Wild we become, the more we can focus on that most Wild of urges.

This is what’s been happening to me. Read more »

Pregnant Beauty (M/F)

It was my first year of community college, a year after leaving high-school. And there I was, refusing to get up from my chair because I lusted after my MILFtastic trig teacher. Short, blonde, with luscious breast and several months into a preggo stomach that just inflamed me more. I’m not entirely sure why, it’s just sexy as hell to me.

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She had a small smirk on those pink, luscious lips. Like she knew what was going on. I’m sure I wasn’t the first student she had to develop a hard-on because I happened to catch a glimpse of the red, lacy thong under her business length skirt. I was the only one in the class with a decent view under the desk.

“Cat got your tongue?” she teased me. So far I was the student that barely paid attention and eased by with top marks. Her smile said I’d be an example. My mind said no.
“No Ma’am, not yet. That’s tonight I hope.” I saw the faintest blush in her cheeks as the other students chuckled. Deciding to let her save some face, I went to the board, erection obvious in my pants but all shame gone, and wrote out the answer. I looked into her emerald eyes and winked before returning to my seat and continuing to pretend to read my book. Mind doing all manner of dirty things to her. Read more »

After 3 months of waiting [/xpost from Dirtyflashfiction]

Jessica had been with Tom for 3 months already, and she could tell he was growing impatient with waiting for her to finally be ready for him. But she had to do it, had to make him wait for it. Too many men had taken her and discarded her after pretending to be interested in dating. Tom had to wait, and he accepted it well, never complaining and never pushing her too far. Today, their 3 month anniversary she would finally bring him to her bedroom and make up for 3 months of missed fucking.

After all, the 3 months had not been easy on her, she nearly gave into him a few times in the first 2 weeks, but she stayed firm and didn’t give in to her urges. She was relieved that he was willing to wait, even when their time together would grow hot. More than once she had to tell him to stop, feeling his hard cock pressing against her through the wall of his jeans. Biting her lips and trying not to think about how big it felt against her body. Read more »

The Talk PT 7 (NSFW, incest, M/s)

He rose up from the floor and took a few steps until he was close enough that she could take his hands and squeeze them. She looked up at him with an ecstatic bliss, an eagerness to please and be pleased that was almost alarming. “Christopher, would you like to try putting your penis into my vagina now?” She said in a hushed voice. He could see a wild glimmer in her eyes that was infectious. He’d almost forgotten his own raging hardon in the excitement but he felt it now, throbbing madly, standing stiffly at attention. He nodded without speaking.
She nodded back, “Ok, get up on the bed darling.” She was scooting her self up to the top. He followed her, crawling on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. She lie back on the pillows and spread her legs enough for him to kneel between them. Her pussy lips were simmering and open. He felt like a truck full of nitroglycerine driving a curvy, bumpy road. He was thrilled and terrified at one. A nagging doubt stirred in his head.
“Wait, mom?”
“What is sweetie?”
“Well…isn’t this…couldn’t you get…you know, pregnant?”
Helen smiled. “Don’t worry about it Christopher. Mommy takes pills that keep her from getting pregnant. And maybe later I can show you about condoms…but for now just have fun.” She reached down and took his shaft into her hands, pulling him in closer to her. He leaned forward placing his hands on either side of her. She place one hand softly on the cheeks of his bottom, with the other she pulled back his foreskin, exposing his engorged pink tip. She rubbed it along her lit smoothly. “Get it nice and wet first” She whispered. “Then push it in.” She pushed his butt with her hand and he followed her lead, finding himself inching his way inside of her.
The warmth, and the tightness and moisture was astounding. For a horrific moment he was certain it would all end there. He would wake p in his own bed, cu dipping down his cock. She must have seen the alarm on his face because she swatted playfully at his tush. “Focus sweetie. Look right at my face, and just keep pushing in as far as you can. As deep as it’ll go, til’ you can feel your little balls on my butt.” Taking a deep breath he slid in deeper to her, groaning a little as he did. Her eyes bulged and shined with delight.
“That’s right Honey, all the way back in….mmmm it’s so good to have you back in me Baby, you have no idea…How’s it feel for you?”
“Feels good…feels so good mom…you’re so wet, and tight….oh god”. He went deeper into her, until he felt his testicles land on her ass. He held still then just looking into her face, warmth spreading over his loins, up into his belly and chest.
“This, is called missionary position Baby, it’s a nice easy one to start off with….pull your penis back ot til’ it’s right at the tip and then push it back in again, just like that. Take it very slow to start and if you get too excited slow down and tell me.”
“Al-alright…” Christopher managed to stammer. He slid himself back out, just as she said so that his tip was just barely in her still then thrust back in. “Mmmm…whoa!” He moaned.
“Keep going, harder Sweetie.” He pulled out once more and plowed in again, harder this time. She shook and her eyes closed, “you got it…mmm, that’s right.”
He rocked back and forth, his ass rising and falling steadily, her head laying on it to steady him. The bed began to creak as his speed slowly increased. He started to pant, and he could feel sweat creeping down his back. Helen closed her eyes, her head rolling bac. “Oh yes….oh yes…mmmmm, oh you’re my good baby, my sweet baby, fuck mommy….yes….get in deep honey.”
The bed was starting to shake now, and Christopher heard a soft ‘thwap! thwap! thwap! of his balls colliding with her body. He looked down between his legs to see and felt her hand swat his backside again. She put her hand on his cheek and turned his face back up. “Keep looking at me, keep watching my face.” She coached, panting, her cheeks a ruddy color, sweat forming on her forehead. His hips moved in a steady rhythm and she began to thrust hers up in sync with his, fucking him back. Without being aware he was doing it he started to groan. A low and constant growling sound.
“Uurrrmmmmmrrrr, uh, uhmmmm!”
“Harder! Deeper!”
His thrusts became more pronounced; the thwapping sound became a “THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!’ The headboard banged lightly on the wall. He felt a pressure lurking in his body, like a water balloon reaching its stretching point as it feels with water. Suddenly Helen’s Breasts heaved out. Her eyes opened wide as dinner plates then wrenched back shut. Christopher felt clenching tightness around his cock and she squeezed his butt cheeks fiercely.
She opened her mouth but it hung here in silence for nearly five seconds before making any sound. “Hhhg! Hmm! Hmm!HHHMM!….Aw! oh my little angel… that’s so good!”
“Mom….I’m…feeling like…I may…..” It was hard to speak, hard to think. The desire to cum and the desire to keep going and the awesome joy of watching her orgasm roll over her face were too much. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “Slow down!” she breathed. “Slow down…pull out baby, don’t cum!”
Holding his breath, and closing his eyes tightly he stopped his movements. He took a very deep breath and when he thought he could move again he pulled his cock out of her. It pulsed tensely, red and swollen, shinning with her juices. He fell down squarely on the bed, his mind a blur. In the blink of an eye Helen was up on all fours and turning herself around so that she faced the headboard. “Kept up behind me, and put your hands on my hips Christopher.” She ordered sternly but not without tenderness. With some effort he was able to do as she told, getting to his knees and grabbing her waist just above her ass. He cock seemed to form a bridge between them, he could make out the wet cleft of her pussy beneath her. She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“This position is called doggystle, you see my labia sticking out under my bum?”
He nodded vigorously. “Good, now take your penis and push it back in, hold onto my hips while you do.”
With one hand on her, and the other at the base of his shaft to guide him, he found his way into her. As he thrust in her head bobbed backwards. “mmm yeah, just like that…this is one of mommy’s favorite positions…” He felt the muscles of her vag tightening around his dick, almost massaging him and he went back into the wonderful wet heat. He was able to watch himself go into her. He pulled back out as he had before, all the way to the tip and then thrust back. Helen started to moan again, as she wiggled her ass against his cock, heaving back as he went forwards.
“Oh! OH! OH! Shit yeah! OH yeah, mommy feel like such a fucking whore getting fucked on my knees like this! Oh!”
This took Christopher aback. He paused and considered what she’d said. Helen looked over her shoulder, her face strained and sweaty. “It’s ok baby,” she panted, ”mommy likes the dirty feeling. It feels so good to be bad. Keep going, oh please keep going.” He smiled and nodded in understanding and resumed, moving his hands down off her thighs and onto her ass. The bed began to shake again. The headboard rocked against the wall, and the mattress gave its exhausted creak.
“I’m such a bad fucking Mother!” Helen cursed, her voice sounded elated though. “mmmmyea! Sucha whore mom, letting my son fuck me! Eeh! Slap mommy’s ass honey!”
“Huh?”
“MMMM, slap my ass while you fuck me! Mmm just like used to spank you when you were a bad boy, spank me sweetheart!”
Shrugging a little, straining with effort and breathing fast as he plunged in and out of her, Christopher brought his hand up and brought it down on the firm round flesh of is mother’s ass. It made a satisfying sound. Helen yelped, and then giggled, “Mmm yes! Again baby! Harder! I’m so fucking bad!” She thrust herself back into him harder, her pussy slamming against the base of his shaft. Grinning he pulled back his had brought it down again, harder but still not hard enough to actually hurt her. She squeaked again.
“EE! HEHEHE! MMM! OOO! OOO! UUUUUUH!”
He was speeding up, his hips seeming to have a will of they entire floor shook. He was making that slow, low growling sound again, breathing very hard. An eruption was imminent. Sensing this, Helen stopped moving. She held up a hand. “Stop!” She ordered. Christopher forced himself to a halt. He ran his hand across his face to wipe away sweat. His eyes kept opening and closing. He was so close. Another five seconds and he would have been over the edge. He remained totally still for nearly a full minute, before sliding back out of her. She crawled forward slowly, letting her son slip easily out of her. Her ass wiggled and he stared at her longingly, feeling cold outside of her.
Helen was taking quick shallow breaths. “Up for one more?” She asked, her eyes moving from his to his cock. He nodded slowly, his mouth hanging open, sucking in air, wanting to be backside. She nodded back at him and began to crawl around the bed. “Sit down Honey with your back to the head rest.” She tapped the spot on the mattress. He hunkered down; moving his thighs awkwardly to keep from sitting on is balls. From beside him, Helen took hold of his legs. She pushed is right leg right leg straight down and bent left and planted it to let him keep his balance. She got to her knees and rested her hands on his shoulders.
“This one is called ‘the basket’ Sweetheart. Just sit still, I’m gonna get on top of you.” She hefted herself up and swung her leg over him. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she gripped his penis with the other, angling it right, before impaling herself on him. He watched her envelope him gradually, the fantastic warmth taking him in. She brushed his cheek, “look at me Honey”, she whispered. He looked up into her face. Their eyes met as she lowered herself. Finally she touched down landing on his lap. She shuddered. He was deep; deep inside of her he could feel. Hey stand there like that for a moment, just looking into each other’s faces, listening to each other breath. Her muscles started to squeeze his shaft tighter then ever. Contacting and relaxing, coaxing him. She took hold of his hands and laid them on her breasts, “Mmmm, touch me sweetheart, touch me all over while I ride you.”
She started to move. Squatting on the balls of her feet, she began to lift herself, halfway up the length of him then thrusting herself back down, taking him back in slowly. His hands glided over her tits, over her sides, down and onto her hips. He held them, pulling her deeper into her and she moved herself up and down. He watched her face, her mouth open, smiling playfully, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. She was breathing loudly, making grunting noises. “hmm, mmmm, uuf!” He held her hips firmly, feeling every inch of her body when she took him in. She reached a hand down between her legs and played her finger on her clit. With the other hand she pulled him into her chest. “Suck on mommy’s tits baby.” She murmured.
Obligingly he took her nipple into his mouth, He his teeth pressed down and he suckled on it. ”Mmm” he hummed. Helen clutched him to her chest as she moved faster. “Awwwwww, ooooh, oh god baby! Suck on me just like you used to….oh my angel…I love riding your beautiful cock….how’s my pussy feel?”
“Mom…you’re so warm…I love it…I love being in you…oh god you move sooo goood!” He muttered from around her breast. Helen kept rubbing her clit as she rode him, and with her free hand she reached beneath her and took hold of is testicles. She was squeezing them, fondling them, needing her fingers. Christopher groaned. “UUUUUHGH!” He began to make soft whining sounds, his breath getting hard. Moving his hand up her back, he found it coated with sweat. She’d clutch her vagina down around her his cock as she pulled up further and pushed back down faster. She was starting to whine and squeak again.
“Aaah…..uuuuhh….mmm…mmm…oooh, oh! Aaaaah! AAAAAH!” She was spearing herself on him now, his head held in a vice lock against her bosom as she tensed and relaxed her hand on his balls. Christopher was so filled, so electris his face contorted. His eyes wrenched shut. “MMMMMN Mom….I’m…Oh god, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum!”
“Uh! Uh!, Oh come inside me Honey! Shoot into me… I love you so so much….Uhhh!”
It happened all at once. Helen squeezed his testicles sending immense and fantastic pressure though his body. Christopher Shot his load out and up into her. Helen reached her own crescendo, screaming as she shuddered in orgasmic oblivion.
“Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh! God!”
“AAAAAW! HUH! HUH!”
When it was over they both stayed motionless for an instant their bodies tense and tight. Then Helen relaxed and rested her body. She leaned forwards and put her lips on his. Her tongue was inside is mouth and she was kissing him and he was kissing her back. With some effort she was able to disentangle herself from him. As she pulled off, Christopher noticed leak of semen from her body. It oozed down her slit, onto her thighs as she settled next to him laying her head back and heaved a huge sigh. He was exhausted. Already his eyes felt heavy. But he wanted to look at her for a while longer. His lover. His mother. He’d been inside her twice in his mother’s vagina twice in is life. More than most boys could say. He smiled tiredly at the thought.
Blindly she reached out and clutched his hand. He held hers back and held it tight. She looked over at him and smiled that mischievous, knowing little grin of hers. “Christopher Honey, I hope you have a better grip on the birds and bees now. I’m so glad we had this talk.”
“Oh mom, I’m so lucky to have a mother like you…thank you…for everything. I love you.”
She squeezed his hand. “Any time my angel. I love you too. Remember what I said, when your father gets back from his trip, all this is forgotten right? This chat stays between us okay?”
Christopher nodded. “Yeah mom, just between us.”
“So…did I answer all of your questions?” She tweaked his nose playfully and Christopher giggled. “Mmmhmm, you did. It makes so much more sense now mom.”
Helen placed a hand on his chest. “Well….if you ever have any others or if you just need someone to talk to about all this….I’m always here. Mommy’s always here to talk.”
He nestled his face into her and closed his eyes as she petted his head. She was asleep in her arms a moment later. Read more »