[FFm] [inc] Son Brings a Cougar Home to Mommy

The heat of the July day was fading into a cool evening. A soft breeze carried the scent of lilac bushes through the open window next to me as I sat on the large leather couch in my front room greedily reading my newest trashy romance. Ever since my divorce 5 years ago, the pressures of being a mother and bread-winner have reduced my sex life to this tacky erotica and, of course, my son Eric.

Eric is 22 years old and just graduated with a degree in Communications. He’s staying with me this summer before he enters the “real” world. I know most people would think it was monstrous or abusive, but ever since his father and I split, our relationship has been more than an average mother and son. At first, I wanted to make sure that he would know how to treat a woman properly, something the other men in my life have consistently failed to do, but it grew to be so much more.

I’m only forty-three myself, and I take very good care of myself. I love the feeling of turning heads of men half my age, and teasing Eric’s friends has always been a favorite pastime of mine. No harm in letting a little nip slip just to make a teenager squirm a bit, I always feel. Read more »

Afternoon Explorations [M/F]

After finishing up my morning duties at the lab I checked the time and realized it was already 12:30PM. Since there were no restrictions from my supervisor’s side about when I wanted to take my lunch break, I decided to head out. I locked the door to the upstairs lab, glad to finally be able to breathe a little fresh air rather than smelling churned fruit fly food and ethanol. As I walked down the stairs I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out and found a text from him, bringing a smile to my face immediately, as it said he wanted to have lunch together. I loved the fact that we worked at the same building since I got to spend so much time with him. I met him a year ago when I first started volunteering in my supervisor’s lab. He was working on his PhD and our first meeting was probably one of the most cliché moments that anyone could ever imagine. Read more »

A friend of a friend. (M/F)

Almost a year had passed since I broke up with my ex and I haven’t been with nobody ever since ,when one of my best male friends called me;
“I have a huge crush on the sister of my football team mate and she agreed to go on a date with me. The thing is she is too shy and wants her brother to come along. Would you come with us? It would be a double date” Of course I would. Read more »

handjob on a bus full of people [MF]

It was sometime after 1:00am and I was sitting next to my boyfriend at the time on a bus heading down to Florida. I was in the aisle seat and he was to my right by the window. Everyone else seemed to be asleep, but I’m sure there were some people still awake… probably doing what we were about to do.

I was laying my head on his shoulder, my hand on his leg covered by a blanket. Frankly, I was pretty tired and ready to go to sleep. As I kissed his neck and said good night, he took my hand and moved to over his crotch. I felt a massive, hard object.

“What’s this?” I asked jokingly, giving it a few squeezes.

“It’s a situation that you need to take care of.” He said, giving me a smirk.

I was tired… but give me a hard cock and I’ll make sure it cums.

“Is that so?” I asked as I looked around, looking for I don’t know what, it’s not like anyone would see us, or that anyone would care. But still, I made damn sure I didn’t see anyone awake. “Ok, I don’t think anyone is up.” I whispered, unzipping his pants slowly so the noise wouldn’t be loud. Read more »

Netflix and [spanking] [MF]

You can feel my heart beating rhythmically through your cheek as it rests on my chest. You can feel my arm wrapped around you, my fingers lightly caressing your shoulder. My touch sends a tingle down your arm. The movie on the bedroom television is a discussing the 50 shades of grey books, and outlining how they are a mockery of the BDSM culture and generally terribly written. A women, a proprietor of some sex shop by the look of it, is describing the six hundred-odd percent increase in sales that followed the release of the trilogy. She describes an anecdote where an eighty year-old woman came in and purchased her first vibrator.

“That’s both amazing and revolting at the same time” I exclaim.

“I think it’s sort of sweet” you argue, “that little old lady is finally able to ignore the stigma and take her pleasure into her own hands in a new and exciting way.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” I start, “I think it’s wonderful that she was influenced to seek out her own happiness, but the idea of an eighty year-old masturbating isn’t what I would consider arousing.” Read more »

[M] Overhearing my friend [MF]

The following is a story inspired by events from a recent trip to a friend’s place. Do note that the brazen nature of my friend and his girlfriend and the fact that they left the door open make it clear that they were cool with me overhearing this.

We had been drinking all night, my friend’s girl is petite so she’s easy to make drunk. They went to his room, I went to the couch, to go to sleep. A few minutes later, I heard some giggling from her. She asked “are you sure?” And then I heard wet/kissing noises for a few more minutes. Then a slapping/thud sound followed immediately by a high pitched gasp, clearly from her. The gasps became quicker and turned into cute/hot moans.

She’s clearly enjoying herself, her moans beginning to mix with heavy breathing. At this point, I can’t help myself, her sounds have me going. I quietly move nearer to the wall to his room. I hear him a little, mostly grunting but she’s so much louder and clearer. I hear her say “harder, fuck me harder” and “don’t stop!” After a little while with more moaning and “slapping” she says “my turn to ride” and I hear some rustling and the moaning returns. Read more »

The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]

The Don

Present Day:

I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.

My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes. Read more »

The Don: Chapter 1 [MFf] [nc]

The Don

Present Day:

I out the window to see a black BMW pull up outside. A man dressed in a sharp suit climbed out and started making his way toward the front door, briefcase in hand with his Blackberry pressed to his ear. He had a look on his face that told me he was not having a good night. It was about to get worse.

My attention was drawn away from the screen as the blonde head begging up and down in my lap started gagging. I yanked it up by the ponytail attached to the back of it. Her face was a mess. The red lipstick she had worn to dinner was smeared across her lips and I imagined it was smeared across my cock as well. Black tears of eye makeup ran down her cheeks as they puffed in and out quickly while she fought to regain her breath. I couldn’t tell whether the tears were caused by my 9 inch cock that she was struggling to engulf or the fear f what was about to happen to her. I looked into her bright, blue eyes. Read more »

[FMM] [cheating] origin!

Hopefully the first of many stories! It may not be quite as crazy as some others but it’s real and that’s what I often look for when reading them, so that’s what I’m writing. :) Anyhow, it’s an origin story of sorts.

I was in high school and I was dating my first “real” boyfriend, Jason. He was the first guy I ever had sex with or gave a blowjob to. Either one of which might be a nice story for another time. He was horny all the time, even for a high school guy. We did a little bit of everything, but he was especially into getting head. He had a nice if average cock and I was horny too and happy to oblige. I sucked him off pretty much everywhere. Every room in my house and his, his car, semi-public places, wherever. Sometimes even in front of our friends.

He really loved when I would take him out of my mouth and tell him how much I enjoyed sucking him. At first he’d say, “I love how much you love sucking my cock” and things like that. I did, and I said as much. Pretty soon he started saying things more like, “I love how much you love sucking cock.” Subtle difference? I still did and I still said so. Read more »