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Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 11)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

A few days later Hermione sat outside with Ginny, in the bright, warm sunshine. They were each doing their homework, and occasionally pausing to talk about this and that.

Since revealing her little secret, Hermione had been spending the majority of her time with her red-headed friend. No longer having any reason to avoid her, she was happy to have a friend that she could confide in.

As much as Hermione still missed Ron and Harry, she wasn’t willing to spend that much time around Lavender, and couldn’t bring herself to lie to Harry. And so she stayed away from them both, sticking with her one female friend instead.

It also was nice to be around someone so open and free. And the more time Hermione spent with Ginny, the more she realized just how adventurous Ginny was.

Not only had she been with Michael Corner, but she had also been with Dean Thomas, Ernie MacMillan, and, to Hermione’s great surprise, little Colin Creevey. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 10. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

Chapter 10
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In the wee hours of the morning, the collar felt warm in my hand as I carried it across the street in twilight. Andrew answered the door quickly and smiled warmly. “Come in, Mom. Grandma and Eric will sleep into late morning.” He invited, but stood solidly in the doorway. He didn’t budge until I secured the collar around my neck. “Follow me, Mom.”

The guest room had been my room when I was a youth. He shut the door behind us. “It doesn’t have a lock. We’ll have to risk that.” His eyes gleamed.

My heart skipped, beating fast. I tried to control my breath. Andrew crossed his arms over his chest. “Take off your clothes, Mother.”

Glorious shame swept me. My hands fluttered to the task. After I shucked my pants and blouse, he stepped close. I unclasp my bra. He caught my revealed tits and kissed their crowns. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deep. Our lips and tongues met gently. He pulled off his tee, somehow without disturbing our passion. Then his pants fell to the floor. “I need to use you.” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 9, part 2

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Several days remained until Thursday morning. I waded through them with renewed spirit. Claire and I were as conversational as we had been before I hated her. Garrick and I had irregular but fair sex. Some nights were better than others, but none were bad. Garrick confessed, he wasn’t particularly interested in my fetish. He found it a bit intimidating. I reiterated, I’d gladly take it out, for anal sex or any kind of sex with him. He encouraged me to enjoy it. I worried I was enjoying it too much. It had become my primary focus when masturbating during the day.

No major fires flared, leading up to Thursday morning. I arrived early to help flag down Janice, if she had trouble finding the right tree. She did, but not because she was intellectually challenged. The map I drew was utter shit. I was lucky to spot her car three blocks away. If she hadn’t been driving slower than a golf cart, I wouldn’t have rescued her from my bad diagram.

“Oh. I see. It kinda makes sense.” She held the map at all angles until one fit her model of the local universe. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 1/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

Chapter 9, part 1

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When I told Claire the news, she yelled. “How could you?”

I heard myself yell back, “It was you!” I blinked with disbelief. “What sort of sick human being are you?” A swirl of memories coalesced in my head. Andrew had been dating Claire!

“There was nothing indelicate about our relationship.”

“He’s seventeen. You’re twenty eight! How can you even feel love for a child that young?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“He’s my son, Claire. Now I’m twice glad my mother is taking care of him.”

“Why? Because you couldn’t?”

She got to me. Instead of exploding, I gave a peace offering. “Let’s calm down before we say shit like that.”

“Damn you!” She left the library without signing out. Questions came to me. Why were they meeting at the university? Did it really matter where? I told myself, it was to throw Garrick and I off the scent. That evening, I employed his nose. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 8, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

Chapter 8, part 2

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Mother arrived at five fourteen.

“Andrew.” I stated, upon seeing him still alive.

“Tell your son to take a shower. Use the pumice soap on that grease.”

“I thought you hated that soap.”

“I hate grease stains worse.”

“Hi, Mom.” Andrew greeted. “Bye, Mom.” He headed to the bathroom.

“I’ll get dinner started.” I turned towards the kitchen.

“We’ll eat out tonight.”

It turns out, her auto shop doubled its business while she was away. Some rookie mechanic suggested maybe advertising would help. He was wrong, but that got her proxy to rethink how they presented themselves.

Mom liked to keep a tidy and nice looking home. Her workplace was where she could let her hair down, except it would get caught in a fan belt. So she tied it up. She let everything else in her shop hang out. It was a maze of parts and dirty rags and bad smells. In a word, it was freedom. After discovering her daughter’s awful secret, she discovered that her true love had gotten a make over. It had become clean and professional. Every useful part had been organized and logged into a database. Everything else went to recycling. Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 4 [m/F][M/s][incest]nsfw

For some reason, Hanna was more concerned about what she wore under her sneaky outfit than the outfit itself. Much of her extra weight had settled in her hips and tits. Her breasts had started out as C’s when her and Don had first married, but by the time her last child, Pete, had stopped nursing, they had ballooned into enormous, veiny, sagging E’s that she tried to keep contained in cheap sports bras. She had tried more expensive, custom jobs, but they never lasted long as she liked, and as her self-confidence ebbed, so had her desire to care about her overall appearance. She hated how the bra just ended up creating one huge mono-boob that only just barely outpaced her growing belly, but she took a little solace that even with a big belly, wide hips and a moob, her tits still caught the occasional eye.

Tonight, she picked her newest one out of the stretched elastic wasteland that served as her bra drawer. It tended to hold her flatter and had several strategically placed see-thought mesh panels that would certainly be eye catching if she ever dared to wear it without a coverup. She slipped her only sexy panties over her wide hips, they were kind of thong-y, half lace boy-shorts than would fit comfortably under her leggings. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 8, part 1. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

Chapter 8 (part 1)

Now that Mother had officially called me, I expected her to hang up, and I never would speak with her again. “I don’t want to lose you, Mother.” I pleaded. My well exercised tear ducts ratcheted up to full gear.

“I’m suppose to talk it out with you.” She huffed. “Talk.”

“It’s all my fault.”

“I doubt that. You and Andrew don’t have that dynamic.” Mother knew because my son’s dynamic took after hers.

“Yes, he was complicit.” I backpedaled. “But I never should have involved him.”

“Talk.”

“I-I have a fetish, Mother. You saw it.”

“I don’t know what I saw anymore. It was so wrong, I blacked it from my mind.”

Interesting choice of color. “I finally told Garrick about it. He’s more understanding than I expected.” After you left, I never sought Andrew’s help again. From now on, Garrick will help me.”

“You need therapy.”

“I do, Mom, but I was told at a young age that shrinks are dinks for believing they can mess around with people’s heads.”

“This isn’t about me.” Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 3 [m/F][M/s][incest]

Hanna woke Monday morning feeling slightly less guilty for the roller coaster she had put her husband Don through. Her jaw ached and her throat felt tender and raw. Her arms were sore from the workout of face fucking herself with Don’s hips.

Even now, she wasn’t exactly sure what had come over her, but she was pretty sure she knew where she’d got the idea for the over-the-top blowjob. She spent nearly every waking hour the last two weeks thinking about the Friday night she’d spied on her son Pete, following him to the adult bookstore, and later seeing him naked in the shower, displaying the obvious marks of having spent the night in women’s underwear.

Since then, whenever she had time to herself, she had whipped her pussy ruthlessly to porn featuring crossdressers, sissies and transsexuals in adult theaters and gloryholes. She often felt consumed by guilt when she confronted herself with the fact that her videos of choice starred individuals that strongly resembled her son. With Don home, she had missed last Friday’s chance to continue to spy on her son. The time they had spent on the couch watching Hulu was altogether forgotten as she spent the time consumed with wondering what Pete was doing when he was supposed to be at “work.” Read more »

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 2 [m/F][M/s][incest]

Don returned home from his business trip to St. Louis, and a brief stop by his mother’s place, to find his wife, Hanna, in a deep funk. He would often find her leaned over, resting on her elbows with her round face in her hands, her dull red hair disheveled and covering everything. When he asked how she was feeling, if anything was wrong, she’d alternately reply with seemingly random emotions.

“No, no! Everything’s great!” she’d quickly reply, a fake smile splitting her face ear-to-ear.

“Ugh. Don’t ask. There’s nothing you could do about it anyway,” she’d mumble, not meeting his eyes.

“What? Like you care? Why are you even home? I may as well be living by myself, for all you’re around!’ she’d curse, eyes wide and wild.

Her manic responses and red-rimmed eyes left him worried, confused and not the least afraid that his wife was losing her mind. Don was intimidated by the idea of having to take care of this, Hanna had always been deeply independent and ran the family, house and herself with masterful efficiency. Their relationship seemed a perfect fit, he brought home the bacon, so to speak, and she ran the homestead. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 10)

(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)

The next few days for Harry were miserable. Not quite sure where his outburst came from, he wished he could take it back. It was something he said in the heat of the moment, the dirtiest thought that came to him. It didn’t really mean anything… did it?

During those days, spent well away from Ms. Davies, Harry had plenty of time to think. And yet, after all that time deep in contemplation, the answer still wasn’t clear.

He told himself that theres no way he’d actually want to see that happen. Having already seen it, he hated Michael for it. However, there was also no denying that if his body hadn’t been petrified solid at the time, he probably would’ve had an erection. But is that maybe just because of Ms. Davies? He had spent so much time wondering what she looked like naked and he finally got to see it. Perhaps it had nothing to do with Michael? But perhaps it did. As confused as ever, the only thing Harry knew for certain is that he shouldn’t have said it. Read more »