S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch5. [Fm, reluctant, oral, spank, slow, mast, mdom]

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

 

 

Chapter 5

 

Near dusk, Mother found us wiping picture frames and polishing furniture. She studied our work in minute detail. “What’s left on the checklist?”

“I think we got it all, Ruth.” Words I never would have spoken to her.

She had pinned the list to the refrigerator, with a magnet. Studying it, she coughed. “Did you sand the crossbeams?”

“I don’t remember that on the list.” Andrew cocked his head.

Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?”

“I was washing the rugs out back.”

“Excuses!” She told her grandson, “That’s part of the room scrubbing. The humidity weakens the surface of those two timbers. Even if you oil them, you have to sand them once a year and apply fresh oil.

“Sorry. I’ll get to it after supper.”

“You’ll have to move out half of the furniture again to avoid drips.” She shook her head. “I don’t blame you, Grandson.” Until then, she had called him, Andy. “I see I should have been more specific. I trusted your mother to remember something that important. I was wrong.” She sighed and looked at her daughter. “You look proper worn out today, Ingrid. You can’t be expected to remember everything. I’ll help you in the kitchen.”

Linda rubs one out secretly in class

***Linda and her rapid tapping foot secretly rubs one out in class.***

It’s my junior year in high school, and my testosterone has been boosting my erectile equipment for a few years now. Having had little success in the girl department I became adept at manually attending to every young male teen’s needs with furtive handjobs.

I’m a jerking fool – 2, 3, or more times a day. From getting a boner in the shower in the morning on school days and firing my load down the drain, to bushwacking boners caused by some innocent hot girl in class (where I beat off countless times in the boy’s can), to the evening where I usually rubbed one out to sleep with the company of a Hustler or Penthouse or illegal Euro skin book.

My older brother, a Marine, would lay on me spank material he’d acquired, either from Mexico where he’d visit Tiajuana (and come home with incredible fuck stories from the bars there), or other fuck mags he’d acquired from overseas guys. All sorts of scenarios were covered in those pages of dogeared and torn pulpers – sporting assorted stains of dubious origin…

[MF] Being told, “No,” at the Asian Massage Parlor

I had gotten a few massages from Violet before, but they had all been basically chaste previously. There were some accidental brushings when she went up my thighs, but nothing explicit, so I was surprised the last time I went to see her.

She’s the best masseuse I’ve ever had, so I had made an appointment before I came just to make sure she was available. When I got there, she was the first person at the desk, which was nice, because usually I only got to see her briefly in a darkened room or on my way out of the building. This way I got to linger on her a little. She’s in her 40s or so, I’d guess, but she looks great. She’s Chinese. Black hair that’s a little frizzy, sort of a Yoko Ono-ish haircut. Pretty busty, too. Probably D cups. She checked me in and led me to my room and left me to get ready.

[MF] Twin SIL

Though this would be a perfect spot to post this story from a little while ago.

The wife and her sister are identical twins. Being married to a twin is frankly…awesome. Especially when everyone get along. It seeing double of a woman you think is hot and beautiful.

Naturally they are very close and spend lots of time together whenever they can, desipte moving to different cities after each got married a few years ago. We (me, wife, SIL, and BIL) all have a great relationship, great friends, love hanging out together, plenty of wine drinking, closeness, and often flirtng and joking with husbands and sisters.

It’s a bit interesting being married to a twin, you essentially know ‘exactly’ what the other sister looks like and feels like. You’re attractived to them since they look nearly exactly what you are attracted to in your spouse…. But they are still a different person, with their own personality (no matter how similar) and quirks, sense of humor, etc.

Many vacations, visits, sleep overs with late nights watching movies, morning in pajamas, staying in guest bedrooms and everyone being around each other where familiarity was second nature. Casual clothes, evening and moning with no bras. Wandering eyes.

[FM] Really Real Estate

Let me start this off by giving you folks some background on me. I’m doing this for a couple of reasons, one – because I think you need to know this stuff in order to understand the magnitude of why this was such an atypical situation to happen to a guy like me, two – because I’ve been an active Redditor for over eight years and I have a strong belief in giving *something* back to the community, and three – you can decide in the next minute or so if you feel like wasting your time reading this wall of text. Oh yeah, four – If you did read this, I’d like your input and opinions on things, after all, that’s what we are here for.

[MF] Satisfying the Ultimate Fantasy – New Years Day With My Friends Mum

**Prologue**

I wrote this story as it was requested on [another one of my posts](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9eac7e/mf_hayleys_18th_birthday_sex_and_cheating/). It leads on from an event in that story. This story is actually much longer than I intended but the build up for this was years in the making. I’ve tried to capture the authenticity of the build up to the main event and share the intensity that I felt when all my lucky stars came in at once. What follows is an experience I don’t think will ever be matched for me.

**Introduction**

My mate Baz’s mum Rachel was a family friend of ours. She knew my aunt and my mother from back in school and through that connection, Baz and I became friends. Rachel reminded me of a mature Britney Spears without all the popstar glamour. Mid forties, blonde hair, pretty face. You could probably knock 10 years off her if you didn’t know her real age.

Me [20 at the time] and a girl from my dad’s dance studio [18 at the time] [long][MF]

I recently discovered this sub and have been loving it. This happened to me about 17 years ago (basically forever ago) but it is a huge highlight if not THEE highlight in my sexual past so I wanted to share. I’ve told this story to anyone that would listen so many times over the years so it has stayed very fresh in my mind. It ended up wayyy longer than I intended because of backstory and I got a little crazy with the details. If you want to jump to the action, I’ve labeled the section where it starts. Hope you enjoy!

Equations of Arousal [sole female] [masturbation] [public] [toy] [college math class] [squirting]

One foot in front of the other. That was the mantra echoing in the mind of Kaci, barely competing with the noise of a maelstrom of other thoughts as her feet carried her slowly and dazedly to the front of the classroom.

A chill ran through from the tips of her toes up to the very thick shock of auburn hair that adorned her head; the collective judgemental gaze of her classmates simultaneously pierced her to the core, boiled the blood coursing through her veins, and caused a film of sweat to dampen her forehead.

*How is it possible to feel so many different things all at once? Why did I ever think this was a good idea? What was the question again?* Rapid fire questions swarmed and overtook her brain and before long her train of thought had passed so many of its normally scheduled stops that she wasn’t really even sure if she was in the same world anymore.

But above all else, she felt *it*. The inexorable presence between her legs that had derailed her entire afternoon. A small piece of vibrating molded silicone, seemingly so innocuous, but like an ember its vibrations emanated a heat that burned her thoroughly, continuously. Its presence in her pussy rolling as waves out to her thighs, her core, her breasts, and especially to her brain.

Best friends FWB [MF] [Cheating] [Mutual Masturbation] [Part 1]

So my buddy is in the service, and would come home every 4 to 6 months.

I had my own house, and he’d usually end up staying with me for a week or so while he was home visiting.

He brings home this gal who he’s been fucking back where he’s stationed. She’s a little slutty, but hot as fuck. She’s got brown hair, big natural tits, a fat ass, and is in shape. She’s a couple years younger than us at the time (like 19 or 20).

He gets into town, and we grab a case of beer for the night. My GF at the time comes over after work, and the four of us hang out in my living room, drinking and bullshitting.

The conversation turns a bit sexual, and before you know it my friend is bragging about how her nipples are pierced. Before I know it my girlfriend is drunkenly saying “What?! I wanna see!”

Without any hesitation, her boobs are out, and I’m trying to decide whether to stare, hide my boner, compliment her, or act like it’s no big deal.
I try and do all in unison.

Not Always But Often (long) [MF]

Dancing is a cliché that’s often used in movies to show two people falling in love. I’m fully aware that there is a culture of people that go out to clubs for the express purpose of dancing. In fact, I’ve done it before, but it’s not a habit of mine. This story does not start at a dance club.

Instead it begins at a hotel. Funny, that’s often where they finish, but this one starts there. I wish it were an extravagant hotel. Or maybe a super-modern one. But this hotel was none of these. It was in a suburb, on a road with a lot of big name hotel chains. The parking lot needed paving. The location wasn’t particularly convenient. The hotel was chosen due to its cheap price.

Your circle of friends may have different ways of gathering, but I’m in one that enjoys getting together for a long weekend at a hotel every now and then. It’s an excuse to drink, act recklessly, reminisce, fuck, and drink some more. While I don’t often go to these weekend excursions, due to finding them to be a little tired, they’re enjoyable every once in awhile.