Category: eroticliterature

Searching for an incest themed story I read on literotica

I'm looking for an incest themed literotica story about 2 sons taking their mothers to the drive in after their dates cancelled (or some other story). I think it has 2 or 3 chapters (maybe more) and they end up swapping throughout the ordeal. I have checked the literotica search function and I cannot find it. It is not named "2 sons 2 mothers" or anything like that. It is not the "Drive in mom" series as I have already checked that. I think the story title was centered around some old vehicle, "My old jalopy" or something similar (if memory serves me correctly).

I have tried the search function, tags etc and no avail. I just can't remember any specific words in the title. I would really love to read this series again.

Have Yourself a Kinky, Little Christmas [MF] [BDSM]

Tugging Reins

Chris Carey snuck into the back of the private party room. All alone, he’d timed it perfectly to arrive exactly fifteen minutes late to the large-chain restaurant—the kind with all the kitschy movie and sports memorabilia hanging from the walls—hoping to be the last person there. And, just as he’d expected, no one in the crowded, boisterous room noticed him as he slid, shoulders slumped in on himself, into a seat at the far end of the room.

A munch, huh?

It wasn’t what he’d been expecting. When he’d thought about kinky parties, he imagined lots of leather and equipment and…well, kink.

And, true, this wasn’t a party, per se. Not a play party anyway. More like a meet-up. A mixer. It reminded him of his college orientation actually. A room full of people whom he didn’t know, wasn’t sure how to get to know, and wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to know.

But he wanted to know about kink. And all the sites he’d been to—the good ones anyway—had said that munches were the way to go. To get a foot in the BDSM door.

So he’d come. Read more »

Who Knew Toy Shopping Could Be So Fun? [MF][BDSM][More playfully erotic than graphic]

Pervertable

God, the last half of her shift was going by at a painfully slow pace!

Thirty minutes more, Dana Wainsfield told herself as she glared at the clock on the cash register screen. Just half an hour more. In half an hour, she could take off her name tag—“Welcome to Catered Cook; My Name is Dana”—and her smock—“Catering to Your Home Cooking Needs!”—and go home.

Dana, like the vast amount of low-wage workers, didn’t much like her job. She had bigger dreams than retail.

Unlike the vast amount of fake bakers and culinary hobbyists that trolled her store, Dana was a chef.

Well, aspiring, really.

She’d done the classes. Had aced school. But, the problem was, no one was hiring right now. Not out-of-work, inexperienced gastronomical snobs anyway.

Which was fine, she supposed. What she really wanted to do was write. Cookbooks, that is. She was the next Julia Powell, she knew it.

Her boyfriend—an odd acquisition she’d found working at the bookstore on the first level while scoffing at the “15-minute dinner” books—thought so too. With a metabolism that kept him lanky no matter what he ate, he gobbled up her dishes with a gusto that she found incredibly attractive. He had an abundance of good taste and a good appetite, two qualities she sought the way other girls did muscles or money. Read more »

Nabila gets a taste of the US

Hello, this is part 1 of a multi part story. I'm posting just part 1 for now to gauge response. This is a story based on my own experiences. Let me know what you guys think? *Sorry about that strange bright blue on white text.

PART 1: America… Almost a year here and I am still figuring things out. Nabila gazed upwards, fighting a sense of vertigo, dark brown eyes watching the New York skyscrapers catch the oranges, reds, and purples of dusk. Around her, crowds of men and women brushed passed, some shaking their heads, some staring her up and down.

When she realizes what she was doing her cheeks redden just a hint. She fidgets with her hijab, adjusting the dark blue cloth before shuffling quickly down the stairs to wait for the train. Late… It’s always late… the six train rumbles to a screeching stop, she squeezes passed a few riders. Ugh..too slow…I have to stand She looks up and stretches out her arm, barely reaching the bar above the filled seats. After a sudden shake as the train rolls forward, she is on her way home. Read more »

I’m looking for a story on literotica I read a while back but can’t find. Help please!

The plot of the story goes like this as told from the husbands perspective. A white couple wins the lottery. Husband buys a mansion and let's the mooching step daughter and her boyfriend move in. Boyfriend takes over and starts having sex with the wife, daughter, and husband any time he wants. Invites his friends over and they too help in the take over. The wife loves the sex from the hung young men. The wife eventually hires a maid to tend the husbands needs as she no longer will. After some time the husband becomes second class and hates the setup at home and eventually hires a large black man as muscle to scare them off. He lets the wife still Fuck the black guy though.

I know that's not the best description of it all, but it's all I can remember. I don't recall if it was a multi chapter story or just one long one. I've tried looking for a long time for it. Please help!

Girl next door

It was around 2 PM.I just got up from a small nap.I looked out of the window and i saw a truck outside an empty house.I thought it must be our new neighbours. Our neighbourhood is very small.just 3 house's…the whole area is almost a forest. There is just one shop nearby. Everything is in the town about 1.2 hours from here. But on way,there are many houses about 30 mins from where i live. Now,As no one was in the house.I went out to greet the new neighbours.

As i closed the door of my home.My eyes fell upon a young beauty,she was really sexy.He was wearing a salwar top and tight jeans.Her ass was round.and she had medium size round boobs.Just the type of girls i like. I was around 19 and she was 18.She and her family were our new neighbours. Well,i walked up to her and said. "Hey you must be our new neighbours" She said "I guess i am" I moved my hand forward and said Hey "I'm Rahul" She shaked hands.and said "Hi my name is sana" and she said nice to meet you. I said,"So looks like everything is moved in" She said yeah "Actually we dint have to bring anything,we just bought our old fridge,tv an stuff".The rest all things came with the house. I said "So your staying here with your Parents"? Sana:Yeah Mom and me.Dad's in Dubai he comes once in a year.He is very busy Me:Let me know if you need anything Read more »

This is what she pays me for [MF][RP]

The gym was crowded and sweaty girls milled around after Zumba class, but I moved around the Nautilus machines, finishing my work-out in good time. I showered, looked at my body in the mirror that I work hard to maintain. Women love me. And I love them. That’s why I make good money.

“Good bye, Ross,” said the girl at reception with big adoring eyes.

“Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I had just put the key in the ignition when my phone alerted me to a message. It was from Mrs. McTavish.

‘Are you free tonight? 7?’

I smirked. Mrs. McTavish. Her husband must be out of town. I texted back, ‘Yes. See you then.’

Mrs. McTavish and I went about our day in Park Cities, the most affluent bedroom community south of Dallas as well as my hometown.

Park Cities women are gym toned women with great smiles and cheerleading daughters. They are women of southern graces, the women of the new south. And I was their toy. Read more »

trying to get abused

I don't know why I really did it. There's a small forest near my house and it's known to hold numerous sex offenders by night. Everyone knows to stay away from that place but something inside me just snapped when I stepped on my bike and drove off. I'm an average 22 year old guy, I've been single for a year now. Recently though I've started experimenting with my butt, you know just sliding a finger up there while I jack off. I love it.

So yesterday I drove my bike to that forest, horny as fuck, with one single goal. I wanted to get raped. I was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, my socks getting moist trough my shoes on the damp forest leaves. There was an eerie silence and no one to be seen until I fell face first in the dirt. Read more »

That Time You Slipped [MF]

You wearily look out across the sea of people, smiling and laughing. Yep, gonna need another drink, you think to yourself. Wedding receptions are the worst, and everyone knows it, yet married people always insist on having them for some reason. Sure, it’s your brother getting married. But that doesn’t make it any less dreadful. Maybe if I slip and fall, I can get out of here sooner, you inwardly opine. It’d at least make the evening more interesting.

Fortunately for you, part way through the reception, your mom says she forgot something back at the house. You jump at the chance to get away, tired of the small talk and questions. It’ll be a brief respite, but a welcome one. So you pull up to the house, only to find that I’m there. Sitting on your doorstep. As I watch you get out of your car, I spread my legs, just enough to make you want to see what’s under my dress, but not enough that you can actually see. Your heartbeat quickens, and you look around to make sure no one else is there, worried that you’ll get caught in the very problems you were trying to avoid by not taking me to the wedding. Read more »

Overexposed [MF] [FF] [BDSM]

Safeword

You never feel more attention than in the moments you wish you could disappear. You shrink. Slump your shoulders. Cross your arms over your chest. Tuck your legs tight under your chair. But, no matter what you do, it’s impossible to ignore, much less deny, the auditorium-full of focused stares you can feel on you.

The room is so quiet, you can hear the squeak of your philosophy professor’s dry erase marker while she writes today’s topic on the whiteboard.

“Is Privacy Possible?” Professor Miriam Vegas reads the words she wrote. She turns to face the class. “In a world connected by the internet and social media, where we document, record, and share everything we do with the world, has the expectation for privacy become obsolete?”

Her eyes pause on you. It’s slight, but you catch her cringe. She tries to hide it by adjusting her glasses.

You sigh. It’s a nice effort, but about as subtle as flashing warning lights telling everyone not to look at you.

You just nod and hope it comes off confident and reassuring. Even if it isn’t true, you owe it to Professor Vegas to pretend. She’d been kind enough to send an email before class, to make sure you’d be all right during today’s discussion topic. Read more »