It is fun playing with stepmum / Continued (M/S)

My stepmum was always „mum“ to me, and I never knew any other. She was in my eyes, the perfect woman. Tall, slender, dark haired and gentle in every way. We used to have days, weeks, and months to ourselves, as dad was always gone on travel, and when he was home, his preference was at the here it is:

When I was a boy, my favorite comics were Conan the Barbarian and the Incredible Hulk. I liked them very much indeed, because they would inevitably save at least one lady in every comic, and they always were scantily clad, and likely over their shoulders, or in their arms. My fantasy developed as I saw these beautiful women carried like dolls by strong but gentle brutes, and I longed for the same.

One day, my mum and I were watching a movie together on the sofa as we ate popcorn. The movie was called “My Man Godfrey”. It was about a homeless chap who began working for a rich family.

Quarantine isolation has got me (F)antasizing about (M)y best friend…?. “FUCK, I’M SO HARD RN”

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”

That’s how it all started. He was clearly making a joke, but in that moment my mind began to wander, and I couldn’t help but imagine his slick cock sliding up and down the full length of my plump breasts. I involuntarily began to ask questions to myself about how I would feel if he inserted his fingers into my mouth without consent ot grabbed a feel of my inner thigh. And I imagined the nuanced sensations of having him bend me over the couch at his house, so that he could pull apart the layers of fabric that covered my bottom to reveal the treasure trove that is my wet pussy which resided inside.

Exhibitionist fun after a night out [mf] [exh]

Much like any friends birthday when you get into your 20’s it consists of pre-drinks, typically at that birthday persons house, followed by cabs into town where you gather at a bar to regroup and have more alcohol. As a gang you then head to the nightclub with everyone in tow to party the night away.

We’ll jump in at the nightclub stage in the interest of time for this story.

There’s a pretty even split of guys/girls in the friendship group who are all pretty much single or in on/off relationships. It’s about 1am and we are still partying hard sinking shots and necking bottles of beer without any worry of the state we would be in tomorrow morning. With drunken behaviour comes erratic and flirtatious dancing especially between me and Jenny. We’ve hooked up a few times before always in a drunken state and this never affected our friendship, which was great.

Jenny stood at about 5,2 with dirty blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, slim/average frame, 32c and a thicc bum. She was smoking.
We gravitated towards eachother on the dance floor and exchanged a few awkward dance moves to cheesy songs the DJ loved to play. As it happens with every night out, there’s always one who is far too drunk and we have to leave. As a group, we always leave together and truly locally continue the party elsewhere.

(LONG) Cute romantic story about how my 24 [M] best friend of 6 years 23 [F] became my perfect FWB [Str8][fm]

I wrote this out while replying to a comment but thought you guys may like it too :)

We were friends since the beginning of high school and would tell each other EVERYTHING. Constantly gave each other relationship advice and support. We scheduled all our classes and lunch for the same period, went on food dates and would spend HOURS at each others houses just talking and laughing. I loved being around her and wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. There was a sense of comfort being around each other, we changed our clothes in front of each other (our underwear not naked) without giving it a second thought. Although I must admit, I would secretly peek over and be mesmerized by her perfect body in her hot lingerie. Oof. I still vividly remember her in a pair of scantly red laced lingerie that barley covered half her breasts and how the area below her belly button seemed so smooth and enticing.

Mom Son Sharing Bed [mom son] [forced]

This is my first posting in reddit and also my first time writing mom son fantasy. Let me warn you that some readers in other story site commented my English is bad. Well, English is not my first language and I was a bad student then. I hope you enjoy my fantasy!

I rushed to my son room, he was the only man in the house.

“Baby wake up… my baby wake up please… my baby boy… please wake up…”

I shook his shoulder stroke his face

“My baby… wake up… mommy is so scared. Wake up please baby….”

I realized I didn’t lock the room when I came in. I returned and lock the door.

“Mommm… is that you? Mom?”

“Yes… oh baby, yes its mommy…”

I rushed back to his bed.

“Oh god, my baby boy… god… mommy is scared.”

“What happened mom? What time is it now?” He opened his eyes but still unsure of what was happening around him.

He stared at my chest. I realised in the panic I picked the wrong nightie. I pulled the neckline to cover my exposed cleavage.

Hot Tub Fiasco Part 2 [MF] [Friend’s Little Sister] [Age Gap]

We all kept ourselves occupied for the next few days. The boys had jobs to do, rent to pay. Matt was a medical lab technician and I was always shuffling between jobs. Currently, I was employed as a pizza delivery guy. I couldn’t go to college so many years ago because I couldn’t afford it. I lived in an apartment with two roommates, also old friends from high school. The three of us barely had time to sit around the house and hang out with each other since we were always working. When one of us was off, the other two were probably working.

Truthfully, that night with Mallory constantly kept replaying in my mind. I don’t think I would’ve done what we did if I were sober, but that night was easily the hottest in my life. I wanted to see her again but I couldn’t head to Matt’s specifically to see her, that would look to suspicious. I also didn’t have her number or social media so I had no means of contacting her personally.

Not a quickie anymore

I’ve always had a fascination with the female buttocks and Sarah’s was no exception. We have been working together for 3 years now and we always fooled around in the office. I mean it was mostly me who would end up getting satisfied and no matter how much I tried, she’d never let me pleasure her. But it wasn’t because she didn’t want it, but because she was controlling me. I could only have her when she allowed.

Her face looks nice. She’s always covered with 2 layers of tops because it’s always cold in the office so never got a chance to peek at her breasts. But below the waist, she’s got the ass of a goddess. I’ve always complimented her on how amazing her curvy, toned butt looks and she’s always liked it. I’ve told her how great it would look in tight pants, especially leggings!. We don’t have a very strict dress code in our small office so she took to that and couple days a week she’d wear blue/black leggings.

[F22] [F21] [Foursome] [MFFF] The Strip

Lucy in tears on the sofa again about her ex-boyfriend. I’d finally had enough.

“Get your ass up, we’re going clubbing.” I threw a dress at her to get changed into, ignored the cries and snorts and marched into the bathroom.

A quick shower, makeup sorted and throwing on a nice pleated red dress with some stockings and thigh highs I looked like a naughty schoolgirl that could break the town. The dress really exenuated my 34F chest but was very slimming on my waist. I was ready to go out and get wrecked. The eyeliner really complimented my black thigh highs and the red shadow sharply contrasted my brown eyes.

I walked back into the living room and she was dressed, hair tied into pigtails and in a black lace dress. It made her look sleek, although attention couldn’t help but turn to the curve of her waist and chest.

Grabbing her hand, keys, we marched out the door and into the night.

A couple of hours later she was laughing away as we trapsed out of a bar. Then something caught my eye.

“Shall we go in there?”

Hot Tub Fiasco [MF] [Blowjob] [Friend’s Little Sister] [Age Gap]

Matt and I were great friends. We graduated high school together, spent endless night’s at each other’s homes and went on countless adventures. We spent our free time sharing a beer outside or doing whatever we pleased. He lived with his parents and his little sister in a pretty big sized home, which explains why he still hadn’t moved out at our age, being 28. He could definitely afford and it go wherever he pleased, but as long as his parents were cool with it he stayed. His house was always a place for us to party considering it’s size, his lenient parents, the pool and the hot tub.

Even though we were in our late 20’s we still found the time to get the guys together and party at Matt’s place. Matt would negotiate a deal with his parents (usually by check) to find time for them to leave for the night while we bring usually about six guys over and watch tv and drink. The only rule was that his little sister also had to be gone or hiding in her room. I was cool with her, and so were some of the guys, but Matt’s parents just didn’t want her in that atmosphere. She always thought it was inappropriate. Matt’s little sister, Mallory, was about ten years younger than he was. Matt and I never questioned her authority, however, considering the deal we were getting out of it.