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Motherly Love [Incest] [ms]

It was right after the funeral hit. My son and I were distraught from the loss of my husband, but I needed him then. I needed more than just his soul, but his body too. So, I invited him to stay at mine that night.

I poured him a glass of whiskey, and we sat and talked.

“Son.. you know that we’ll both miss your father very much, but there’s something that only he could do for me. And you’ll have to fill in for him.”

“Mum, what are you saying?”

“I want you to sleep with me.”

The words just fell out of my mouth, I could hardly understand what I was saying myself.

“…I’ll do it.”

He stood up and offered me his arm. I took it, and walked up to the bedroom.

He sat on the bed as I got ready in the on suite.

I changed in to a set of blush pink lingerie with white accents. I touched up my makeup with a coat of scarlet lipstick, and finished with a couple sprays of perfume. That’s when I heard a quiet knock at the door. Read more »

Fun on a Cruise Ship Pt. 2

It had been two days since our adventure on the deck with the random man, but neither my husband or I have stopped thinking about it. I think both Dave and I were looking around to try and spot him quite a bit yesterday, but today we decided to go lay at the pool and enjoy the beautiful weather. We find two chairs off to the side and perfect sunlight and I pull off my sundress to lay down to get comfortable. Dave tells me that he is going to go up to the bar and will be right back with drinks for us. I smile and pull out my tanning oil and start getting ready to relax and work on my tan. I close my eyes and lay back, but before long I hear Dave’s voice “Hey, Kim! Look who I ran into at the bar!” I open my eyes and look up and see our mystery man from the other night standing over me smiling. Read more »

Unconventional Therapy [MF]

We all develop habits to cope and suffer through life. In middle school I starved myself to be pretty, like Annabeth, the prettiest and skinniest girl in school. In high school I cut myself. This was a subtle fuck you to my step mother Kristeena. She would see my cuts, but never have the balls to say anything. My upper thigh is still scared today. In college I was lucky enough to develop just a mild binge drinking problem and Adderall addiction. I coasted through class buzzed and sleep deprived. I wouldn’t have made it through med school without the Adderall.

I’m happy to say at 27, Ms. Angeline Harris is a Dr of Medicine. Daddy was so proud of me. The only good thing he did in life before he” suck started a shotgun” last fall was to pay for my tuition. I was his little princess growing up, he would tell everyone how smart, behaved and kind I was. What he wouldn’t say was how he liked to drink nightly, cheat on my mother weekly, and get very very touchy with my sister and I. But that’s a story for another time. Read more »

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Carrying Their Baby [erotica] [mpreg]

**Carrying Their Baby**

*Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)*

*Commissioned by anonymous*

Jack and Sarah could have been said to be a normal couple, the sort of young couple in their mid-twenties that most would have aspired to be. They had the perfect life, the easy jobs, and, really, most about their life was nondescript. They took the holidays that everyone expected them to take (and even some of the more adventurous kind, backpacking through the jungle!) fit and with fair skin that tanned easily and made them softly recognisable even to those that may have only seen them at the usual family gatherings. With Jack’s dirty-blonde hair and her shining, blonde locks falling straight and true past her shoulders, they were the perfect pair and only growing closer to each other in marriage as their lives grew, intertwined as married life was apt to leave them.

And then everything changed. Read more »

A short story about being handcuffed to a bench – [FemalePoV][FMM]

“You want me to *what*?”

“Take off your clothes. Go into the men’s changing room. Handcuff yourself to a bench. Don’t speak a word, and let them do anything they want. I’ll come in and set you free in half an hour.”

“But mistress, I-”

Sophia lay a hand on my cheek, gentle and affectionate and leaving no room for further argument. Her lips touched mine, a brief whisper of a kiss, then broke away.

“Yes, mistress,” I said.

“Good *girl*.”

My heart leapt at the words. I knew I didn’t have to do as she asked, it wasn’t like I was beholden to her in any way; she had no real power over me. I was an adult, confident, more than financially independent, and yet every part of me desired nothing more than to do whatever she wanted. Even, or perhaps especially, when what she wanted was something I would have never imagined myself doing otherwise.

I started to disrobe and twin fires burned within me, the one in my cheeks matched by another between my legs. I wasn’t sure if arousal or embarrassment led the race going on between my physiological responses; my hands shaking with nervous energy, my heart rate climbing precipitously as I started to pull my top over my head. Read more »

Tit for Tat Part 3 of 3 FMF

(comments always welcomed)

**Three**

Several weeks had passed since Sheri’s encounter, and our lives had settled back into our normal routine. Sheri never said anything about that night and each time I asked Kathie, she only smiled.

Our wedding anniversary was coming up and one day Sheri called me at work.

“Don’t make any plans for our anniversary”, she said. “I’m planning a surprise”.

“Oh really?”, I said. “What would that be?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

I didn’t really think any more about it. Traditionally on our anniversary, we would get a hotel room, dress up and have a nice dinner, then return for some uninhibited sex.

The day of our anniversary while we were dressing for dinner, Sheri slid a plastic card key to the hotel she had reserved into my jacket pocket.

“This is for later”, she said. “Let’s go eat!”

Dinner passed quietly, filled with good food, fine wine and pleasant conversation.

Over dessert, I felt her stocking clad foot slide up my leg, under my trousers, softly caressing my calf. I looked at Sheri and I saw a mixture of wine and lust in her eyes. Read more »

Revenge

She liked him from the first time she had seen him.
He was her type.She could imagine the fun they both would have.
Just thinking about it was making her wet.
He told her he was in a sexless marriage and needed a way to get rid of his frustrations.
He had always fantasized about Bdsm .
Admitting he was more the submissive.
Perfect she thought.

After all she did not specify the nature of the “something new.”
She was more dominant.
Loved literally to have a man before her on his knees.

After having their drinks and talking about what she had planned for the night,they left.
In a taxi back to her place.
On opening her door they walked in.
It was then that she and her personality changed.
She told him to sit and wait.
He now wondering what he had let himself in for.
She returned a moment later .The same attire only higher heels.
In her hand she had cuffs.
Telling him to undress .He did just that.
Leading him to her bedroom.
She told him he would call her mistress .
Asking if he understood.
He replied. “yes mistress “.
She cuffed him to the bed posts ready to begin.
She could see he was hard.
Next she lit a candle and tilted it over his chest.
Letting the wax drip.
His look told her he was enjoying this.
She took his hard cock in her hand and began to slowly please him.
With out warning she dripped wax over his throbbing member.
He buckled on the bed .Begging her to stop. Read more »