Girlfriends Mom in the same Hotel Room [M22]

*Skip to dotted line if you don’t want to read the back story*

First off, this story is 100% true, with fake names to protect identity. I am a frequent reader, and first time poster, so excuse my virgin writing skills, lol.

This story takes place a few years back with my then girlfriend of the time. We had just graduated high school (both recently 18), and her mom invited us both on a trip to visit her family in Florida. I happily agreed to go on the trip as we were both going to different colleges in the Fall and new that I had little time left with the girl I thought I loved.

The first day of the three day vacation started off very calm. We spent the afternoon at the beach and watched the sunset, and went to dinner with her family. My girlfriend, let’s call her Liz, was about 5’ 4” blonde and blue eyed with an athletic build. I am 6’ 1” dark hair brown eyed with a toned Dad bod. No shame. Being the overtly horny 18 year old I was at the time, I was sporting a semi chub the whole day looking at Liz’s body in a tight blue bikini top and booty shorts that showed off her perky C cup tits. Her Mom, let’s call her Ava, did not help the cause as she was a bonafide MILF.

The not-so-happy end of my threesome [MMF]

*Once upon a time I posted and then quickly deleted this. Considering one of these men wrote about our sex life in his dissertation and the other recently wrote a memoir I played a role in, enjoy…*

I had a threesome with two dudes and it was fun. After it happened, both of them worried a little too much about my feelings.

In the end theyre the ones who got a little weird.

I once came home from work to find my boyfriend belligerently drunk. This wasn’t a huge surprise as his best friend was about to leave us the following day and he wasn’t good with feelings.

*Also, the three of us had been hooking up all week.*

After a huge fight ensued, his best friend and I managed to put him to bed.

“Come here,” he said. I

“I’m not going to bed at 8:00pm,” I answered as I tucked him in.

“I didn’t mean you, you presumptuous ass.”

“Go to bed, damn it!” His best friend said.

We left him like that.

Raunchy sex with my ex-girlfriend’s new flatmate. [MF]

A now vague number of years ago, I broke up with my then long-term girlfriend and had an awkward situation whereby we continued to live in the same flat while I tried to find someone to take over my share of the tenancy.

By a curious turn of fate, a then rapidly expanding social media site had put me back in contact with a girl I’d completed my undergraduate degree with a couple of years earlier.

Victoria (Vic), was a runner with a runner’s body: almost entirely flat. While her physical appearance was nothing to write home about, she did seem incredibly friendly in our initial exchanges and, weirdly, somewhat overfamiliar with what I’d been up to in the preceding years. However, when she happened to mention she was looking to move into a place in the city centre, I spotted an opportunity. It’s fair to say I got more than I bargained for.

[MF] Call it fate, Karma, or Destiny – the universe wanted me to have sex with her

*Once upon a time, I almost had a threesome.*

Some of my first stories were about Christine. We dated for a year, and it was a crazy, sex-fueled year. We burned out hot and fast and when it was over, we both crashed. It was a whole thing.

One day near the end of the relationship Christine turned her phone to me and showed me a picture of her friend. “Hey, B, do you think Sonia is hot?”

*This, gentlemen, is what’s usually called a “trap”.*

I hummed and hawed and avoided answering. Christine looked at me disapprovingly. “Look, all I want to know is if you’d fuck her.”

“Christine, why are you asking me this?” I said, trying to get out of answering.

“Because I think fucking her together would be fun, and also I’m 90% sure she’d be down.”

*Yeah, ok, in that case I would absolutely fuck your friend.*

It actually ended when we didn’t kiss [FM]

*Yes, my husband knows every part of this story. It’s not exactly a fairytale ending to this saga, but life is long and often strange.*

Alright. I’m going to answer the question I’ve gotten so many times. I’ve often written about this same guy who I had good sex with because our stories were vast and epic. I inevitably get asked in each post why we didn’t work out if we cared about each other so deeply and were physically compatible.

Because we were BAD for each other on every other level.

*This is a sex story, but it’s probably not the one you’re envisioning. Skip to the end if you don’t want to read a small novel.*

Please keep in mind that when you read stories about my best friend, you’re reading about the one part of our relationship that consistently worked. This is the paradox of Viola- y’all get dropped into fantastic scenes without context and taken out when I decide it’s time to end the story. I don’t have to be fair to the narrative or whole in my depiction.

*But let me try to paint a better picture…*

Moving to college with my Girlfriend and her Mom Part 2 [MF]

Part 2 of moving to college. This is a LONG one, but I feel it’s good and was a pivotal point in this relationship that I had. If you make it to the end, feel free to comment. Find part 1 here.

Moving to college with my girlfriend and her mom. [MF] from gonewildstories

If your here for just the juicy stuff, go here ***

The second day of driving to college consisted of another 7 hours on the road. My GF Dani and I following her parents the whole way. We left early in the morning so we made good time.

Dani and I talked about the night before and how risky and exciting fucking in the bed with her parents in the room was. Throughout our relationship, we’d always talked about our kinks and fetishes. We were open about most things, but I knew if I told her I had been fucking her mom, it’d destroy her. Yeah, I’m a PoS. Thinking about how I wronged her as I’m writing this, makes me happy she’s found a better life later on.

Back At Home [Incest] [Breeding] [MF]

When I was 25 yeas old I left my old life behind me. I just had enough. It was bored to a point beyond anything. I was frustrated with my job. I didn’t wanted to end up as a corporate drone. I had no girlfriend. My friends did nothing but smoking weed and playing video game. I had to get out. To see the world. So I took all of my money, booked a flight to the middle of nowhere and out of my old life I was. I told my family, my parents and my sister that I would be gone for a longer time.

In the end I was out for about five years. I called mom sometimes to ask her if everything was fine at home. But I never once returned to my home town or to my home country. I was traveling the world, then I landed in some very remote region in Papua New Giunea. It is tough to get further away from everything. I stayed there for one year.

The Freshman Experience [MF]

A group of my old college friends are planning a reunion and old stories started coming up. I was reminded of this very long and strange night and thought the story best belonged here. It takes a while to get to the bedroom, but the weirdness and roundabout way that it all happened was interesting enough in it’s own right.

The most bizarre and wild night of my freshman year at college was actually one of the first. I had only been on
campus for about 2 or 3 weeks and was involved in the “Freshman Experience” program in which the
freshmen (men and women alike) were allowed onto campus a few weeks early to get better acclimated
with their new surroundings. There were plenty of teambuilding events planned, social gatherings,
icebreakers, and other goofy stuff during the day. But when night rolled around it was a free for all on a
campus filled with thousands of horny, hormone riddled teenagers running high on freedom, bad
decisions, and a low alcohol tolerance.

Dream Stone Driver [tg][preg][MF]

My first time posting here. If you want to read more like it, check me out on [DeviantArt](https://www.deviantart.com/blairhannon).

(edit: I have no idea why only a single line got pasted. Sorry about that.)

The first instance of a dream stone meteor hitting was about five years ago in western Africa. That first incident caused a massive stir in the world as fantastical things began to occur in that area. Locals that discovered the meteor suddenly had their lives changed forever in numerous inexplicable ways.

Some people suddenly became very wealthy. Others regained their youth. It was as if all of their dreams came true, hence the name dream stone.

At the moment though, the area directly surrounding the impact site of the meteor is a ghost town. Not a single human lives close to the dream stone and more people try to move away from that area all the time.

Dream stone is an apt name as nightmares began to pour out of the stone as well. Nightmares of losing their wealth, youth or even lives began to manifest just as quickly as their initial dreams gave those things to them. Formless, nameless monsters brought from the depths of people’s dreams began to ravage the area, leaving piles of ruined dreams.

Moving to college with my girlfriend and her mom. [MF]

Up to this point I had been having an affair with my GFs mom, Laura, for 6 months or more.  If you’re new to this adventure, it began here.

How my affair with my MIL Started [MF] from gonewildstories

It was summer and my GF Dani and I had been accepted to the same college in a neighboring state. We were living with her family, getting packed and ready to move. It’s about a 15 hour drive from our house to the college. Her parents were going to help us move and had rented a couple trailers we could tow behind us for the move. We decided to break the trip over 2 days just so we wouldn’t be exhausted.

The first day was a long 8 hours behind the wheel, myself and Dani in my SUV and her parents in their truck. We stopped at a roadside hotel around 4:30. It was a warm sunny day and we had enough daylight left we could explore if we wanted. We check into the hotel, a single room with 2 queen beds. Dani’s dad had finally given in that his daughter was a grown up now, as we got an apartment together for college. So he was cool letting us share a bed.