S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 9, part 2

Several days remained until Thursday morning. I waded through them with renewed spirit. Claire and I were as conversational as we had been before I hated her. Garrick and I had irregular but fair sex. Some nights were better than others, but none were bad. Garrick confessed, he wasn’t particularly interested in my fetish. He found it a bit intimidating. I reiterated, I’d gladly take it out, for anal sex or any kind of sex with him. He encouraged me to enjoy it. I worried I was enjoying it too much. It had become my primary focus when masturbating during the day.

No major fires flared, leading up to Thursday morning. I arrived early to help flag down Janice, if she had trouble finding the right tree. She did, but not because she was intellectually challenged. The map I drew was utter shit. I was lucky to spot her car three blocks away. If she hadn’t been driving slower than a golf cart, I wouldn’t have rescued her from my bad diagram.

“Oh. I see. It kinda makes sense.” She held the map at all angles until one fit her model of the local universe.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 9, part 1/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

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

Chapter 9, part 1

When I told Claire the news, she yelled. “How could you?”

I heard myself yell back, “It was you!” I blinked with disbelief. “What sort of sick human being are you?” A swirl of memories coalesced in my head. Andrew had been dating Claire!

“There was nothing indelicate about our relationship.”

“He’s seventeen. You’re twenty eight! How can you even feel love for a child that young?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“He’s my son, Claire. Now I’m twice glad my mother is taking care of him.”

“Why? Because you couldn’t?”

She got to me. Instead of exploding, I gave a peace offering. “Let’s calm down before we say shit like that.”

“Damn you!” She left the library without signing out. Questions came to me. Why were they meeting at the university? Did it really matter where? I told myself, it was to throw Garrick and I off the scent. That evening, I employed his nose.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 8, part 2/2. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

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

Chapter 8, part 2

Mother arrived at five fourteen.

“Andrew.” I stated, upon seeing him still alive.

“Tell your son to take a shower. Use the pumice soap on that grease.”

“I thought you hated that soap.”

“I hate grease stains worse.”

“Hi, Mom.” Andrew greeted. “Bye, Mom.” He headed to the bathroom.

“I’ll get dinner started.” I turned towards the kitchen.

“We’ll eat out tonight.”

It turns out, her auto shop doubled its business while she was away. Some rookie mechanic suggested maybe advertising would help. He was wrong, but that got her proxy to rethink how they presented themselves.

Mom liked to keep a tidy and nice looking home. Her workplace was where she could let her hair down, except it would get caught in a fan belt. So she tied it up. She let everything else in her shop hang out. It was a maze of parts and dirty rags and bad smells. In a word, it was freedom. After discovering her daughter’s awful secret, she discovered that her true love had gotten a make over. It had become clean and professional. Every useful part had been organized and logged into a database. Everything else went to recycling.

Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 4 [m/F][M/s][incest]nsfw

For some reason, Hanna was more concerned about what she wore under her sneaky outfit than the outfit itself. Much of her extra weight had settled in her hips and tits. Her breasts had started out as C’s when her and Don had first married, but by the time her last child, Pete, had stopped nursing, they had ballooned into enormous, veiny, sagging E’s that she tried to keep contained in cheap sports bras. She had tried more expensive, custom jobs, but they never lasted long as she liked, and as her self-confidence ebbed, so had her desire to care about her overall appearance. She hated how the bra just ended up creating one huge mono-boob that only just barely outpaced her growing belly, but she took a little solace that even with a big belly, wide hips and a moob, her tits still caught the occasional eye.

Tonight, she picked her newest one out of the stretched elastic wasteland that served as her bra drawer. It tended to hold her flatter and had several strategically placed see-thought mesh panels that would certainly be eye catching if she ever dared to wear it without a coverup. She slipped her only sexy panties over her wide hips, they were kind of thong-y, half lace boy-shorts than would fit comfortably under her leggings.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 8, part 1. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

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

Chapter 8 (part 1)

Now that Mother had officially called me, I expected her to hang up, and I never would speak with her again. “I don’t want to lose you, Mother.” I pleaded. My well exercised tear ducts ratcheted up to full gear.

“I’m suppose to talk it out with you.” She huffed. “Talk.”

“It’s all my fault.”

“I doubt that. You and Andrew don’t have that dynamic.” Mother knew because my son’s dynamic took after hers.

“Yes, he was complicit.” I backpedaled. “But I never should have involved him.”

“Talk.”

“I-I have a fetish, Mother. You saw it.”

“I don’t know what I saw anymore. It was so wrong, I blacked it from my mind.”

Interesting choice of color. “I finally told Garrick about it. He’s more understanding than I expected.” After you left, I never sought Andrew’s help again. From now on, Garrick will help me.”

“You need therapy.”

“I do, Mom, but I was told at a young age that shrinks are dinks for believing they can mess around with people’s heads.”

“This isn’t about me.”

Break Time Blowjob at Work [MF] [Cheating]

This is another story from my time at the phone bank, I’d say about three months or so after I made it to the call center floor after training. I had gotten placed on a team and had a pretty cool supervisor, a tall, black, thick woman many would consider BBW. She wasn’t necessarily attractive but as long as you met sales goals she wouldn’t bother you too much. I had also gotten lucky with a standard schedule, 8:30 am to 5:30 pm. We got two fifteen minute breaks and an hour lunch, my first break of the day was always at 10:30 am. The call center was massive so we had three different break areas and I was closest to the largest one so it was the one I used most often. At 10:30 every morning the same handful of people would be in the break room, nobody particularly interesting so I always kept to myself. There was one black girl though that stood out that had a HUGE amazing ass but wasn’t too pretty. She wasn’t necessarily ugly either though, she was however by all means a butterface. She was my height (but probably outweighed me by 30 lbs I was about 130 lbs then at 5’ 10) with extremely dark skin, she had long, skinny braids and wore glasses. Her body was banging in every way though, tall with a nice thin waist and thick thighs and of course the bubble butt. I’d always admire her figure when I saw her but never thought to approach her.

[F]inally fucking one I always had [M]y eyes on

This is going down memory lane for me. I’m happily married, but every now and then when I beat off with just my own mind, I end up at this encounter.

This girl, we’ll call her Nat. The first time I saw Nat I was in college, 21, bars were new and cool. She came in with a group of girls my friends knew and I leaned to my platonic friend, and joking said “Who is that angel?” She was all done up, pretty, very fit, but had these absolutely massive natural tits just popping out from her dress. My friend, who is oddly now a married lesbian but was engaged to a dude at the time, goes “Oh you don’t wanna know; she has really bad skin without makeup.”

I sort of just went about the night. Never talked to Nat. Three years later, I wound up dating one of her friends and met her again a couple times through her. Nothing exciting. That relationship died fast too.

[MF] Thanksgiving memories

When I was in my 20’s I went back to school for my MBA, mostly taking classes at night before the whole online thing caught on.

In the majority of my classes I was the oldest at 27, when most of the other students had gone straight from college to grad school. One class, an accounting class, was the exception. Mary was 42 and was working as a basic bookkeeper at her job and was gunning for a promotion. She figured that some accounting classes would help her.

She was attractive, but not a model. She was likely a smokeshow in high school and college, but age and kids had affected her. She was a little thicker, had a few wrinkles, and her style was mainly soccer-mom that worked in an office.

But, she was fun. Because classes were 6-9, she would join some of us for beers after class since her husband was in charge of putting the kids to bed.

The week of Thanksgiving meant classes were cancelled, but we were working on a project together and met at the library on Tuesday night to work on some things. After a few hours of work, we grabbed a beer.

Give Me A ‘D’ [nc][mmfmm][gangbang]

“Santana, you can take your fat ass and fugly fucking face and get off the field! There’s no way you guy’s win this game and if you even scored it would be a miracle!” Nayella could always talk shit but I was so confident. I couldn’t let her talk like that about our team. We take football very seriously around here and we take cheerleading even more seriously. Shit talk is common, but Nayella and I have been rivals for years. Every cheerleading competition, every football game, we couldn’t help but be at each other’s throats.

“Wow, you’re one to talk! If your team makes even a single touchdown this game I-” I was cut off by the bitch herself.

“You’ll strip.” Nayella smirked, her pretty blonde ponytail bouncing as she tilted her head. “You are going to give our boys a little strip show to congradulate them!”

“What? What the fuck? Are you seriously saying you want me to flash my cooch to your mouth breathers?” I snickered, thinking she was kidding. I was wrong.

[FMF] [MFM] [Group] Young couple goes on vacation to the swingers club.

I posted this story before on an old account and it got deleted. But it was one of my favorites and I wanted to share it again. This is from a few years back. My girlfriend at the time, Sara and I were in grad school and had been dating a while. One night we were talking about our fantasies and spicing up our sex life and I half-jokingly mentioned a threesome. To my surprise she fired right back and said “Sure! but who’s the other guy gonna be?” I told her that wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but we discussed it some more and determined that being with another couple might be fun. We soon ruled out anyone we knew, since we were both pretty reserved outside the bedroom and could never handle the awkwardness of asking a friend. We lived in a smaller college town, and the swinging scene we found wasn’t very vibrant for people our age. We chatted online with some couples, but never found the right situation to go all in.