Seducing my ex’s mom

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A TRUE STORY. NOT ALWAYS PROUD OF WHAT I HAVE DONE. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE KEEP SCROLLING.

Before I was married I dated a girl named Candace. It was a good relationship we were real close even talked about marriage, yet over one summer that all changed.

My girlfriend and I were at the time 18 years old. And had been together since high school. We were in college now. I was at a nearby University while she was at the community college. Life was great. Parties, drugs, a little bit of school, and plenty of fucking. We even had a full swap one night but that’s a story for another time. But the reason I’m here telling you this experience is it’s not about Candace it’s about her mom Jamie.

My [f]irst threesome with my boyfriend and an older man [MFM]

I[28] guess you could say that in the past two years or so I have had a “sexual awakening”. My boyfriend[28] had always had a higher sex drive than I did but it wasn’t until he told me his biggest fantasy was to share me with another man or woman that I really decided to explore some of my sexual fantasies. After a few weeks of really discussing it and taking the time to let the idea sink in, we decided to begin our search for another man to share me with.

We posted on some local subreddits and we got A LOT of messages. It took a lot longer to find someone then I thought but after sifting through who was real and who was actually going to follow through, we picked someone.

We decided on a semi local, 42yr old man who had previous experience with MFM’s and seemed incredibly respectful of our boundaries and lack of experience. We chatted with him for about two weeks before we decided to meet up with him.

Erotic letter to a Redditor #1 (hopefully of many) – [age gap] [daddy] [oral] [vaginal] [slow burn] [long-form] [meet cute]

**Date:** May 9, 2020

**Location:** London, UK

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Dear u/filthhunter69,

We only know each other by the anonymous confessions we’ve typed in a chatroom. My name is Cleo. My parents named me after Cleopatra. Your name is Drew—short for Andrew. It started as a childhood nickname and it stuck.

You told me you work in hotel marketing. You’re 40 years old and Caucasian American. You’re 5’9.” You’re 170 pounds with muscular legs. You have brown eyes, slight dimples in your cheeks, and you part your straight brown hair to the side. Your skin is tan “like a waffle or pancake that’s been cooked just right” (lol). 

I told you that I’m an international real estate agent. I’m 25 years old and also Caucasian American. I have fair skin and almond-shaped hazel eyes. My light brown hair is wavy. I part it in the center and keep it just below my collarbones. I’m not quite 5’4.” I purposely didn’t tell you my weight. Instead, I told you that I’m a D-cup and I have a little curve in my waist. People compliment my legs the most.

You liked my physical description. 

[MF][Part 1] The new Starter

It’s been a long week in the office for Kelly, babysitting those who are above her feel like she could run rings around her peers… to make matters worse, there’s been a heat wave, Kelly, pushing the dress code to the limit, today shes’ dress in a black pencil skirt, fitted sleeveless shirt and her hair tied up in a messy bun, difficult to stay professional when you’re fighting off the sweat.

“Kelly!” echos across the office, “Can you come over here?”… it was her manager, she begrudgingly obeys and heads over. She notices he is standing next to someone, someone new, someone you don’t recognise, the manager pipes up – “This is the new starter, Tony, he’ll be under you for the time being, can you give him a quick go around? I have a meeting in 5…” before she even engage a response, your manager has walked off..faintly saying his thanks.

[M] Caught [F]

My son was having a sleepover, the young men called it “guys night!”

I did my best to make them comfortable! I basically just ordered pizza, and let them drink beer
(As long as no one over did it or got drunk!)

I was heaven sent, “the cool mom!”

That was it, that’s really all it took to make them happy and me leaving them alone because I’m not a guy!

So I go upstairs and catch up on Netflix!

I know I shouldn’t have… at least not with that many men in the house, but I had the urge to play with myself.

I locked the door I know I did, because I didn’t want anyone to accidentally come in looking for the restroom!

I grab my white dildo, my mini multi speed bullet vibrator and take off all my clothes.

I like to lay on my side and lift up my leg. With my left hand I hold the vibrator.
With my right I work the dildo in and out of me, trying to find a rhythm.

My Quarantine Survival Guide, Part 2: But, Buddy ([MF], anal, improper shower use)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/geb1ns/my_quarantine_survival_guide_part_1_reenter_riley/) is here, for those that want repeat exposition. We pick up a couple days later down the hall from my apartment…

“No, I don’t have a jockstrap.” Brian was fuming.

“Of course I have a jockstrap. Everyone does.” Benny replied innocently as he coasted past the blue-shell shocked Yoshi, guiding Princess Rosalina’s Kart to victory.

I coasted past Brian too, launching a salvo of irrelevant green shells past the finish line as I went. “Well, I thought I did, but I haven’t seen it in years. No telling where it’s gone.”

“Fucking Mario Kart is stupid. We should go back to Smash.” Brian made a move to toss the controller, thought better of it, and slouched down to start the next race.

“Honey, not in front of the company.” Benny deadpanned, clearly pleased with himself.

“Fuck off.” Brian tossed his controller onto the oversized ottoman and stalked off toward the bathroom, abandoning his racer at the starting line as Benny and I sped forth.

Are all First Time Tinder Hook-ups This Wild? Probablay Not! [MF]

This is literally my first dating app experience and happened in the summer of 2015. I was sitting on a beach in the Hamptons having a few beers with some friends when I get a message on Tinder from a girl I matched with asking me something along the lines of “if I’m open minded.” Obviously my response was “of course I’m open minded.” This girl who we are going to call Morgan was Italian, curvy but fit, and 22 years old at the time and I had just turned 30 years old. She had just graduated from a prestigious school in the Northeast and was home for the summer before heading to law school. She had nice probably C cup tits with an Ass to fucking die for! (Ass guy here) After my response Morgan asked me if I would “fuck her and then record myself cumming on her face for her to send to her Dom.” I said absolutely and we made plans to meet later that afternoon at my place.

Confession

So I like to watch my daddy fuck my mom….

He’s my step dad and he’s white, I honestly don’t know why I like to watch…

Maybe trouble in my youth, maybe abandonment issues.

Yes I have a boyfriend sex is great with him, we watch porn together, I’ve seen all of the ones where the black daughter fucks her step dad. Although I masturbate and cum, I get bored…
It’s not real. I don’t understand why porn can’t be more realistic, I guess that’s why I’d rather read or write erotica!

Yeah some stories are fake but it leaves room for imagination!
You don’t spend 5 mins of horrible story plot 10 mins of dick sucking and then 10 mins of fucking in different positions.

Yes I fucked my step dad but that comes later…

I will watch my step dad pound away at my mother, (in 1 position, doggie style.)

It’s my mother’s and I favorite position, I like it because I don’t have to look at my boyfriend’s face, I can imagine whom ever I want fucking me!
Of course he doesn’t know this. I wonder if my mother likes that position for the same reason!

Erotication

“Cuba libre para la señorita” the bartender beamed, as he presented the drink. He was cute in an older grandpa kind of way that made her feel bad that she was still wearing her shades. She flicked them off and gave a quick smile before taking a big sip…Ooooh yeah, that’s the stuff. She scans the room and finds her eyes darting towards the DJ. He is lost in the music, not even looking away from his computer as he turns dials and listens to his headphones with an intensity that didn’t really fit a beachfront bum bar. She found herself alternating between sipping her drink, looking at the dance floor and stealing glances at the DJ, careful not to over stare. He hadn’t looked up yet but she was noticing a strong jaw, lean frame and caramel skin. Curly, dark hair fell over hazel eyes still locked to his screen. He would close his eyes every few minutes to listen, and would sway his head as if moved by the music. Something sexy about the way he was so into the rhythm. She kinda surprised herself for a second, before motioning the bartender for another drink.

Storm Child part 17

The T-Bone steaks were grilled to perfection, and with cole slaw, sweet corn and garlic toast, dinner was well received by all of us. Hot sex always worked up my appetite, and what Mitchell and I had seen and done had really sharpened mine up to a keen edge.

I could see the excited glow of Sierra and Kayse’s faces, looking forward to what was sure going to be exactly what Jenna had just gotten. Jenna had that ‘cat that ate the canary’, very satisfied look on her face, just like she had the morning after I had taken her in the dark stormy night. Maya and Amanda were seated next to each other, whispering endearments, one arm under the table, stroking and bringing little coos of pleasure from each other.

As we relaxed to let dinner digest, I could see the twins were almost vibrating with anticipation.

Finally, we stood up, and Mitchell said softly, “Kayse, it’s your time. I will take your anal virginity, while you ride Jenna’s daddy.”

Amanda and Maya came forward, and cooed, “And to make sure you are both nice and hard….”