I wanna be walked up on, a man with small clear on his longest finger tip, slide his hand in the back of my pants, while inserting that finger in my asshole, fingering my stank hole, and whisper my ear son, don’t fight it nigger, it’s okay to be pussy faggot

Milking my sons cock 

i look after my friends son on tuesday nights he is autistic should i teach him to jack off

Im looking for a specific mom/son video where she catches her son masturbating a couple of times but doesn't suck him off or anything like that but shows him her tits and her body etc, later on she has a friend over who shows him her tits aswell after catching him staring at them

Son fisting his mom

I uploaded a gallery of my wife and every one of the pictures were deleted because they "violated site terms of service".

I am now left wondering, just how exactly did these pictures violate the site terms? Was she too young, NO, she's 43.. Did they have watermarks, NO, there are none, but the date is stamped on them.. Was there anything in the pictures that is not allowed, NO, my wife was the only person in the pictures, we even went as far as removing framed pictures from the walls of our son and pets. Were the pictures owned by someone else? NO, they are owned by my wife and I and were obviously posted with our permission.

So can someone explain, how exactly these pictures were a violation when absolutely nothing against the terms were in these pictures?

What pisses me off even more, is every picture is now on a site called "Fantasi.cc" . So why were they removed from here and put on this other site, by a person who I will assume is either a Mod or Admin of this site, I believe it was the Admin or a Mod simply because the pictures hadn't even been approved yet and only they had access to them.

This woman took topless pics with her son AND her daughter and let them get posted online.....what a weird group of people

Mommy saved son a slice of pie....

Think my son got laid last night?

Laing in bed looking at pics of sons girlfriend jerking my cock having naughty thoughts 

New Year’s Eve staying at the in laws and we had all been drinking a bit, don’t know how the topic came about but playing cards and my mother in law has a huge ass and nice looking tits. Pretty face and just has the look of sucking dick is her thing. Playing cards I say something sexual about my lady her daughter. MIL says oh stop or you won’t get none I reassure her I will be,she high fives me and smiles an laughs. Moments later her husband is telling me he has a GILF and that her step sons friends use to call her a MILF back in Highschool and flirt with her. I tell her yea I can see why and the husband thanks me for it! Thoughts?

I confess that I've just come to a realization... which perhaps may be an obvious one.

I see way too many girls (especially ones I know) talking and complaining about love and or how much they need their bf/man/husb/whatever.

Here's an example.. I know this one girl who @ the age of 20 hasn't done anything with her life except give birth to a child. She is unemployed and 'engaged' to a guy who is away at basic training in the Army right now. He is not even the father of her kid. Anyways, while he's away doing something with himself she sits at home on facebook and constantly writes about how she can't wait to have him home.. she even goes on the Army Wife page on facebook and writes on that about how she misses her soldier..etc. She does this daily. Also she has joint custody of her son so she writes about him too Always saying she can't wait for her 2 men to be home with her. I find it annoying and for the last few weeks of seeing her lameness on fb I started asking myself why...

Before I continue here is one more example. I know another girl who was in a relationship for 2 years. This guy was her first love and she is a virgin. They dated 2 years and she thought she was going to marry this guy without a doubt. I think he did too @ one point but then came to realizations himself. She will not have sex till she is married.. no questions about it. I think he realized there is other options to life out there (as he is a bit rebelious) and anyways ended up breaking up with her. He now is in another relationship, has had sex and is happy. This relationship seems promising.

Anyways, now a year later she is still single. She always talks about love and why can't she find a guy..etc. she's 23. What does she have in common with the girl above? She too is doing absolutley nothing with her life except sitting on fb being scared of the world and talking about love.

Both of these girls helped me come to the realization. They want to depend on a man for the rest of their lives thinking once in a relationship they have to do nothing but live life through these mens lives. That is what I think. It is so sad. And I feel bad for any guys if they can't see it.

Something needs to be done with girls like this..I don't know what exactly but they need help. I tried so many times talking to them about how they can be happy single and independent too but they don't see it. They have dependent personalities and untill they have that someone to rely on for everything the world in their eyes will be a dark, sad and scary place.

Need some advice! Recently met a lady (52) online who responded to an ad I (30) put out looking for someone to breastfeed me. It's rare to find someone who is genuinely into incest mom-son roleplay. We met for coffee and she told me all about how much my ad turned her on because she always wanted a son but never had kids, and how wet she got when I called her mommy over email. It's been three days since we saw each other and I really want to message her

I don't wanna mess this up. How should I proceed? Go straight into the mom-son fantasy type messages or keep it casual? 

Santa is one happy son of a bitch

umm i confess there's lot of men. who are fool enough to get horny to any girls ...

and this is shame that they don't even have signal own style to choose a girl

which makes girls live more easy life jerking many poor newb

So comes to idea .. this world become so harsh world for newb .. with no ideas

some of them lose all the things by ego.. of men should kind to girls in any form

even.. they treat them very badly.. like cheating .. pregnant by other men

tricking .. some of girls.. act so emotional when it comes to dna test..

and men's are doin all the job even don't know is it his son or not just try to be kind men

this is bad .. we need to learn new things about it .. we have rights to get respect from

respect too .. since there's lot of advantage to girls nowadays.. we have to be careful choosing girl

some of them use it for their selfiness.. its sad to see those things

men lost everythings . just one voice from girl she was raped.

even it was sex with girl both acceptant ... yeah not all girls are emotional every girls are different

if there's girl who are too kind to use by men there's opposite.. and some of place

gives lot of advantage to make them fair... but this advantage is not killing mens life

even makes them to go jail by.. so its not quite fair for all.. it sometimes become advantages

many newbs should be careful of those place .. with high percentage of men's killer

newbs should know this things before they gets very deep relationship with girls

so how to check it? well its easy check out about how emotional usual girls image

in that place.. check about some of girls habit like comment of girl are using

you should check the place. where many girls you need hear about information

too hard? its okay you can check out just some law about that place .

and talk with local ppl

i saw many of newbs think all girls are worths.

it might lead you to wrong place than what you dream of

if you use this kind of mind in anywhere.. even the place changing to give advantage for fair

you definitely lose yourself ... i saw many places listening girls emotional talk

even accept their emotional ...base on girls not even hearing much about boys..

one of men went jail because he sex with girl.. even they don't know its both acceptant

or she flirted him.. so you should be knowledgeable newb dick or pussy

ps. this might happen anytimes ..if you loves doing things outside

some of news.. even said men's better masturbate their own.. its serious consequences ..

if you met this kind of problem ..

Who I am fucking:
My wife
My dope dealers wife
A CD I met on Craigslist

Who's fucking me:
My dope dealer
That same CD from CL
My brother-in-law

Who I wanna fuck/get fucked by:
My step-son
My step-sons wife
My father-in-law

Hmm.

Mom pretending she doesn’t enjoy her sons cock cumming in her pussy

If your son wanted to make other people kill you, what would you do to him?

Let's assume you had a son of 12 years. You refuse to buy him a video game console. He looks on the internet for a contract killer and meets up with the contract killer. The contract killer turns out to be a police officer in disguise.

You can get your son out of jail on bail. Would you do it? If you get him out of jail, would you stop loving him and outcast him? Or do something different?

Please help me find a smutty horror movie. I saw it during the 90's. It was about a young man whose girlfriend just died. In his grief, he and his mom steals her body and preserves her perfectly. Random nastiness that happens:
He eats her raw heart.
He fucks a random woman he picks up after she trips and falls, on the bed next to the dead girlfriend. He opens to the covers to look at the dead girl while fucking the living girl. She sees it, freaks out, so he murders her, then he and mom dissolve her in acid.
He socks his mom's tits while grieving.
There's a shot of mom nude in the bath when a cop rings the door bell.
It all ends with the mom stabbing her son for some reason.
Could have sworn the movie was called "Buried Alive" but a search doesn't being that movie up.

Need a slutty girl older the better milk ur naughty sons bwc

I need some real advice please read all of this an comment.

I fucked my friends mom. I was in my 20's and she was in her 50's. She was married at the time. This is how it happened no bullshit here you cant make up shit like this. Real life can be fuckin crazy. One day i am over at my friends parents house, He doesnt live in town so when he comes here he stays at his parents. So i am over there sitting on the couch an his mom sits down next to me and starts talking about how i am her favorite of all his friends an what a good person i am. I just agree and bemuse her. She has one of those weird personalities where she is overly nice to most people.

She then starts talking to me about movies "we both like old western movies". Later a weeks a couple days i don't remember she calls me. Tells me that she wants to talk with me an invites herself over to my house. I did not give her my number. She comes over tells me some bullshit i forget what it was some kind of excuse to get into my house. We talk for a few hours and i notice her looking at my cock through my pants. I ignore it because hey she my friends mom. Plus she is overweight an she looks old. On the positive side She does have a big ass and very large tits easily DD if not bigger.

She leaves an tells me how wonderful it was to get out of the house an how we have so much in common. Then she invites herself over for the next week an we make plans to watch a old western. Between these 2 visits i talk with a guy i work with about it. He tells me "she wants to fuck you" I am more of a recluse and i don't date much plus she was married. So i didn't believe it. But the next time i talked to her son i told him "Hey man i think your mom wants to fuck me." he replied Do it an we both laughed him thinking it was a joke and me thinking i just might.

So the scheduled visit arrives and she comes over wearing a hoody not showing any skin. we are watching a movie i look over and the hoody is unzipped an she is showing some cleavage. She always sat uncomfortably close to me and i could see down her shirt. I got aroused she looked over at me then down at my pants an she just put her hand on my cock acting innocent like she had no idea what had happened. I called her out an she pretty much rapes me.

Now i fucked her once an it did not leave me feeling good about the situation because of her marriage and my friendship with her son. The sex although taboo was not that great she just laid there like most women. I told myself never again.

A few days later she calls me an tells me she is coming over we need to talk blah blah. So she comes over an we are sitting next to each other and she tries to grab my cock. I told her no it was just a one time thing an i think we would be better as friends. She tells me don't Worry i don't feel bad about it an neither should you. She then tells me she hasn't fucked her husband in 5 years and they are all but divorced in name alone. She then tells me that she will never tell anyone about it and it will be are little secret. I was hesitant she saw it and just took her tits out. Yeah i fucked her again.

So we made it a regular thing twice a week for 2 years she called it "movie night"
I told her that we couldn't really be together in a real relationship.various reasons age an the fact she was married. She said that was okay because it was just labels an she didn't care about that as long as i fucked her.

In the 2 years i fucked her in the ass several times. Made her squirt many times. And in general fucked her like a whore. She told me she had never squirted before me an i could do anything i wanted. I took advantage.

Towards the end of this friends with benefits. Her husband came over to my house looking for her an she was just sitting in my room with her tit out. He was pretty pissed. Some how she convinced him that she was wearing a shirt an he was acting like a crazy person. But the story got back to my friend through his brothers friend who was the guy who showed her husband where i lived. Pretty sure he was fucking her at one time also. She always let her sons friends move in when they needed a place to stay. He was one of those friends who needed a place to stay.

So my friend called me about it. I told him yeah i fucked her an we talked about some other stuff. I have a way of being sarcastic all the time. She proceeded to convince him i was just fuckin with him. ?he bought it?

More time passed. This is where the fucked up shit happens. There was a girl i used to fuck when i was younger we had a real casual sexual relationship. She would come over to my house drunk at late hours an demand that i fuck her. It was awesome at 1st but i got tried of the bitch waking me up an one night i told her not to come over anymore. She did an i only saw her a couple of times after that. After we stopped fucking she got a job at a bar. One of the regulars pursued her for some time they ended up dating an she got pregnant. He was 10 years older then her an she didnt love him but she married him. We did not talk to each other but saw each other at my neighbors garage sale. She then knew where i lived.I remember thinking if i get the chance i am going to fuck her again.

So one night Guess who is at my door. Yep it was her she made up an excuse to talk to me an i let her in. She was in my house about 5 mins when i realized this was my chance. We ended up fooling around really hot an heavy an she tells me she has to leave or she is going to fuck me an she cant she is married. We exchange emails.

I was completely in lust and never had i been swept up in emotions over girl. She was in the same boat we confirmed are intentions via email an she came over the next night. We fucked it was amazing she is beautiful an her pussy was really really wet.
After the fact she told me she wanted to be with me an that she always had. I told her i needed to stop my previous relationship with my friends mom. She told me she needed to leave her husband. Next day she told her husband and i told my friends mom. My friends mom was like okay i understand but i still want to fuck you. She then told me don't worry no one will find out. The thought of fucking both of them was appealing and i was just stupid enough to think i could do it.

So i told my new girl that i had broke up with my friends mom but she wasn't taking me seriously. My friends mom some how convinced herself that there wasn't another woman an i just wanted to break up. She came over a few times under the guise of talking about the break up. I fucked her and guess who shows up. Yep my new girl who is an yeah you can guess it drunk. Soo My Friends Mom freaks out an i told my girl to leave so i could finish breaking up with her. My Friends Mom then realizing there is a another girl decides she doesn't care she just wants me to fuck her. I told her i didn't feel right about it. I really like my girl and i wasnt going to risk fucking it up.

MFM says NO i wont have it. I told her tough its over. She leaves but proceeds to send me over 250 text messages a day. seriously. I thought i could reason with her proceeded to try. she was pretty pissed but i felt she had come to terms.

4 days later she calls me an says we have to talk i told her i would speak with her but not at my house because i knew she would just try to fuck me. So we we meet in a parking lot in public. She tells me that she hired a private investigator to "do research" on my new girl then tells me that her "PI" has pictures of her leaving another mans apartment and all but fuckin him on the porch . I thought that is weird my girl was still married at the time but the pi didn't say anything about that. So i told MFM Send me the information the pi collected an the pictures to my email. Big mistake now she has my email.

MFM looked shocked, She figured at 1st hearing this news i would break off my relationship with my new girl. So yeah she emails me the CC of her and her "pi talking about the investigation. The pi had a gmail email and the content seemed to be written by the same person. So i asked for the pis number. The number she gave me always went straight to voice mail an the voice mail was always full. So i did reverse number look up on it, Yeah it was MFM dsl number that didn't accept incoming calls. That was the birth of who i now call "THE PSYCHO BITCH"
My friends mom now known as TPB was trying to fool me an get me break up with my girl so i called her out on it an told her i knew the number she gave me was hers.
I told her to stop calling me an that it was over.

TPB did not like that. she then called me all the time literally all day and night while i was at work an texted me every other minute. I asked her to stop told her If she didn't i would call her son an tell him that she wouldn't stop calling me. she went fuckin nutts screaming at me threatening to get me arrested. Threatened to have me beat up. You name it she went there.

I had no choice but to block her number. Because i could not do shit on my phone it was always getting text an calls. She filled up the memory in my phone with crazy shit
eventually she realized her number was blocked an started emailing me i have over 500 emails from her. lots of just weird stuff. She got my girls phone number an started calling her. Told her she was still fucking me an so on. Told her she was coming over to my house when she knew she wasn't there shit like that.

The most fucked up part of it was in her emails she tells me that she got pregnant with twins an aborted them both. Told me she was having sex with 3 other guys while she was fucking me. Told me one of them has herpes an I needed to get a std test. She tried demean me an insult me. Manipulative on the worst levels she was trying anything to get me to respond. Eventually i did 3 months after i blocked her number. I called her asking her to please stop texting my girl and to stop driving by my girls house. She said she would and that she wanted to meet me to apologies for how things went. I was stupid enough to believe her and agreed to meet. She meet me out side of my house when I got in the car she tried to tell me she never lied to me an the pi got the facts wrong an blah blah. I told her to stop the bullshit And That i was never going to fuck her again. She got quiet looked away an said i wish we could be frei... Then wham she hit me in the face closed handed i opened the door to get out an she took off tires screeching with me half way in the car. MY neighbor saw what happened and told me i needed to call the police so that if she tried to get me arrested for some fake bullshit i would have record of her acting crazy. Cops told me her real age 53 she said she was in her 40s
She was also sending me emails telling me what i had told her which was stop calling stop texting and stop sitting out side my house and driving by my girls house. She was pretty much stalking both of us in her spare time. I goggled she send those because its a he said she said type of thing her sending me the email was a way for her to cover her bases an pretend like i was stalking her.
I honestly moved on instantly an never thought about the The psycho bitch unless i was getting a email or a text. The phone company i use only lets me block numbers for 3 months Without fail when it relapsed i got more crazy text an had to block her again.

That was 2 years ago I am still with my new girl and i am very much in love with her. I have not talked with TPB or my friend since the craziness. She still sends me emails at least once a week with random cryptic comments meant to entice a reply

here is a couple of the emails i randomly selected

"Coming soon to a theater near you..."
"Ready to go downtown & 5th ward!
Not been there since that last time.
Odd, true & by choice.
Got goody bag filled with very interesting things...very.

As for the tomfoolery, hi jinks & Oscar- worthy performances by the entire cast...blah blah.

So vapid & inane.
Do not care.
Blah."

Downtown is code for me to fuck her in the ass.

"Sufficient time has passed to ensure no problems repeated.

Not gonna leave things negatively. Absolutely not.

Will contact for meet place, date & time.

No girlie histrionics. No tattling. No talking shit. Way way passed that.

5-10 minutes.

There are no memories of the heart or mind left.

Just unfinished business that will be completed.

Not gonna have negativity follow over & over.

Don't bother to pout about it.
No drama.
Get over yourself.
I have.
Blah

If left unfinished, it becomes crap-filled baggage to carry.

It's well known that what goes around come around.

I'm not havin it."

Anyone know how to get this crazy bitch to leave me alone its going over 2 years now.

She still send me emails wanting me to "meet with her"

Thanks for reading i hope some one can learn from my experience. Maybe even give me some advice.

Hey guys. I'm looking for a video I seen a few years back. It was a mom and her sister outside by the pool just lounging about. Talking, and tanning I guess. And the mom gets naked and her sister shows concern because her son might walk outside. And the mom says it's okay, they're always naked around each other. And the boy walks outside and gets naked. And eventually the mom's sister sucks his dick and the mom joins and he fucks both of them. And the mom's sister's son walks in afterwards and they fuck him too. I've been trying to find it again and I just can't for the life of me. Help me out!

Me and my wife used to take Adderall throughout the night and watch porn together. We would find girls who look like girls we know and pretend it is them. The dirty talk was out of this world. We would make all kinds of sexual scenarios, and the later it got the more taboo it got. Incest talk, and even talk I won’t mention. That shit really lowers your inhibition. We did mother son roll play. Father daughter roll play. We would find girls who look like her sister, and give a commentary of me being the guy and all the things I would do and was doing to her. Scenarios of me fucking her mom, sisters, friends, my mom, cousins, nieces, neighbors, it was so hot to say those things out loud to my wife while masterbating. We had to stop doing it, because it was getting out of control. But it was the hottest sexual experience of my life. Anyone else take Adderall to enhance sex?

Posted my sons Spanish teacher here before but worth it again. Looking forward to parent teacher conferences in March

I want to confess that years ago I worked for a time as a prostitute during university. Now its about to come back and haunt me. One of my clients has moved into the town where I live.
For so long I've dreaded this happening, bumping into one of the clients. Every time since i stopped,when I would go somewhere where there were people, i would scan the room with my eyes to ensure i knew none of the men there. I could work for an intelligence agency i became that good at doing it so quickly. Only then could i relax. This would range from clubs, bars, restaurants, external work meetings, gyms or any place people would gather in a crowd.
Time has passed. Moved back near where i grew up. Done the whole domestic suburban thing. Marriage, mortgage, family. All that is short is a dog to complete the picture. Have a bit of a career (not a great career) with a good company that pays me very very well. In the last couple of years i relaxed. I'm in my 30's now. That whole prostitute thing is far behind me. I dont look like i did back then.I'm older, hair is a different colour and style.Old friends would know me but not a guy from a half hour of sex. I believed at some point that i wouldn't be recognised to a casual observer.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was walking over to get my hair done for a party and passed a random man. Its the type of place thats small enough where people sometimes casually say hi or hello and carry on. As i passed him i smiled, he smiled and i just was about to say hello thinking he was someone i vaguely recognised from somewhere in town. I could see his face as we passed and he was thinking something similar that he knew me from somewhere. This all happened an instant. It felt like someone hit me.My heart nearly came out through my chest as I knew his face. I knew it from the past. The feeling of absolute dread came over me. I carried on walking. Got to where I was going and sat down. Got my breath back. While getting my hair done, realised that he may not be someone from my past. Even if he was, its most likely he was passing through or visiting someone in the town. I would have seen him around before otherwise. So i managed to relax. I used have a plan on what i would do if i did meet a former client. Nothing of that plan came back to me.
It's all going fine after that fright. Then on a recent morning school run, there he was dropping off his son. He said hello. I don't even know if i gave any reply. He asked if i remembered him and he named the university and city i had been in. I was grasping at the thought he we must have been in uni together. He was talking casually but, the way he was looking at me, the way he stood, I knew what was going through his mind. He was remembering exactly how he knew me. He's moved to the town I live in. I have no memory after that. Do not recall how i got to work, just that in work people were giving me a coffee and asking if i was ok. Some asked if I needed to go home.
2 days ago I met him again. When i say met, i could see him from down the street on the opposite side and he crossed over. He deliberately made a point to come up to me. You should have seen the sneer on his face when he said hello. I think it was meant to be a smile. I couldnt walk past him without making a scene of some sort so was stuck there with him. Part of the final conversation with him is that he remembers me and it was really good times. While he didn't say what he remembers, by the intonation of his voice and the look on his face, we both knew what he was talking about. His final words as i managed to walk away were about catching up on old times and his hoping he will see me soon again. He laughed when he said that.

So why am i putting all that on here. I need to do something. I cant sleep properly. I'm tired. I can't think. I want the whole thing to go away. It's not like i can tell anyone about all of this. I read somewhere one time, when you have a problem, write it all out. It clears the mind. Read it back and the whole problem becomes easier to manage.
So there, maybe it will help

Mother and Son annual vacations without Dad.

Son and his girlfriend at the lake 

legit mom and son at music festival

How would I know if my wife if fucking her 22 year old son?

This one goes out to all the moms and sisters on here.

Imagine your 18 year old son/brother ends up in hospital after a car crash.
You would feel devistated especially when you get the news that he is in a coma.

The doctors told you they can't do anything but wait..
Everything depends on if he wakes up or not, but ever waking up again has a very small chance.

So you visit his bedside for 2 months hoping he just wakes up.
You feel heartbroken to see your boy in a state like this.
You sing songs.. You reed stories to him.. You let him hear music.
But nothing seems to work.

Then suddenly when you kiss him goodnight as you always do, you get a reaction.
The only problem is: The reaction you got was leaning against his crotch.

Now.. as a loving mom/sister.. You would do anything to get him back.
But something morally wrong as this?..

How far would you go to get your boy back?

I think about Desixchick a lot. My main goal in life is now to enslave this Indian cow and keep her all to my self in a nice, dark, cozy basement somewhere in the American Southwest. I bet she breeds easily too, going to make a lot of money selling off our daughters. If she's good, I might allow her to bare some white son's for me.

I confess I want to fill my sons gf's little hole

Looking for a video that was on here a while ago about a Japanese mom having sex with several of her sons while doing chores around the house. Anyone have a link to it or can post it here?

I want pics or videos back of you guys Cumming to my recently cheating exs videos or pics. I want to see her video or pic in the reply. Bitch got 5 years and a son out of me. All the pictures and videos I have of her are in my uploads

For 2 years I have been going fishing with my girlfriend's uncle (her father's brother) and his son (my girlfriend's cousin) and sometimes we have gone alone, him and I, without his son, and it has happened a few times that he has shown me pictures of women on his motherless account (mostly young) telling me that he wondered how girls that young let themselves be filmed during an act with their boyfriends. Today I must have at least a hundred nudes of her and at least fifty sex tapes, should I post it here hoping that he recognizes his niece?

I find I have been dressing more revealing around my son and I get horny knowing he looks. then I have to masterbate when I'm alone

I want a mother-daughter(18+) / or grandmother-granddaughter(18+) for long term relationship. Or A mother for being her son. Or a 18-24 yo women for being my sister/lover/slave

Yo ho be so tight I beat her ass jus cuz son. Bitch be on my dic all night boy dats how we do it in the hood b.

This cock belongs to an aggressive masculine 50yo daddy who wants to strip me, tie me, and r@pe me hard and rough. I am a submissive babyfaced bottom whimp son. Here is what this daddy said in his email reply when he saw my face pic that I emailed to him.

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"What a pathetic little wimp.  You can see it in your eyes and your cock sucking pink lips.  You need to be stripped tied and fucked.  Then made to take more.  Motel 6 off grandriver.  want you naked, in the shower, and ready to be used and abused.  Fuck.  Not asking.  After work friday night. 

You need cock on your lips and cum down your cocksucking throat.  Simple."

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Comments?

WARNING : KINKY BUT 100% serious.43M from Pennsylvania I'm looking to fulfill a specific Mom/Son fantasy. One that Ive only ever description to one other person on the planet. That's why I'm looking for an older woman. This is a call to women of all shapes and sizes. The older and kinkier, the better. I'm talking 60s and 70s. DM me if you may just be interested. I'll tell you anything you want to know. I'll answer any questions.I'm not looking for a couple, but if you're both willing to play into the fantasy, we may be able to qork something out. Basically, I'm looking for a mature woman who wants/likes taboo and wants to change my life forever in one day. I am alcohol free, disease free, and 420 friendly. I also have very few hard limits. DM me for more info. 

My wife and I took an uber home from a night of drinking this past weekend. I tried to feel her up and she said "but he can see" referring to the driver. I therefore asked the driver if he cared and he said not at all. My wife then let me take her tits out to play with them. When pulling into our driveway I asked if he wanted a better view. Of course he said yes. My wife got out of the car with her tits out and let him see. I told him he can feel them so he did. One thing led to another and our night ended with my wife blowing him in our driveway and he finished on her tits. The best part, the 18 year old son of our neighbor was on his porch the whole time watching. I knew this from the start and didnt say a word.

I had a first date with a woman I met on craigslist last night. She is well into bbw territory and I really didnt think I would enjoy spending time with her. Kinda hypocritical since I am a fat ass myself. Anyway took her out to a movie then dinner, ended up back at her parents house that was filled with all her sisters children so we ended up just hanging out outside.

As we talked it kept getting colder so we built a small fire about 40 yards behind the house. Just large enough to be warm but not so big as to be really bright and light us up alot. we just sat there for like an hour talking holding onto one another looking at the stars. about then is when I started working my hand up her belly to her breast, no protests so started kissing her as I fondled her. she told me I was getting her wet and I had better finish what I started, put my hand down the front of her pants and I swear she had the wettest, slickest pussy I have ever felt. It was weird at first because I am used to thinner women, it was like the first time I ever felt one again trying to figure out just exactly where her clit was. we had talked earlier about how she had never had any of the guys she had been with before give her an orgasm, I figured I was going to do my damndest to try and change that. I worked her pussy with my fingers and she moaned into my lips as she held onto my arm and her other hand held the back of my neck, keeping my pressed into the kiss stifeling her moans.

She started rubbing my cock through my jeans and told me that she couldnt wait to feel my dick deep inside of her. I laughed and said well why wait. Or whats stopping it from happening now. I cant remember exactly now. she kinda bit her lip looked at the house, pulled her pants down to her knees and turned her back to me so I could enter her from the rear (way too much belly between the two of us to do any kind of missionary) shuffled around to get lined up and just about burried myself to the root on the first thrust. I will never EVER talk bad about a fat woman again. It has been a while since I have had sex, I have been having a bad dry spell, but her pussy is probably the best I have ever been in. She was so wet everything slid so effortlessly... I am haveing a hard time thinking how to even describe it. Most people I have been with I have quite a bit of sexual stamina, but her, between my lack of pussy lately and just how fucking good it felt I was about to cum after only maybe a min and a half, pulled out to try and cool down and went back to working her with my fingers, got her to roll onto her back and licked her for a few moments but she said she wasnt very comfortable with it, that it felt good but it was just weird for her so she changed up positions again and wanted to go doggy style because it was her favorite position (THANK YOU!!!!!) even after having not been in her for probably three min less than 30 seconds later I was ready to cum again. Pulled out and I came harder than I can ever remember. I tried to catch it in my hand so I wouldnt geet it all over her blanket. I failed. It was dark and I couldnt see that well but it felt like it was a porn quality load. when I flicked it off in the grass it made a very satisfying splat, LOL it was loud enough to surprise her.

So why is in this in the confessions? Because that is the first time I have EVER had sex on a first date, or out in the open, even if it was at night. Kinda feel guilty for moving as fast as I did with it. Normally I like to build a relationship before having sex with someone. And to confess I was not able to make her cum u.u

She did say it was the closest she has ever got before and she is looking forward to try number 2 :D

p.s. please excuse the typing errors, I am slightly dyslexic

Later you motherless sons of dogs.

It's the guy with the girlfriend his son jerks off to our videos.  I went in the room he's staying in, he's got her mini skirt and two pairs of panties in a backpack of his. I took pictures. They're really dirty and they smell like piss and have discharge. I shoved the ass part of the thong in my butthole LOL. Fuck it I've made up my mind I'm just going to jerk off on the couch in the morning at the time he leaves for work. 

Dad son daughter 

I loved the Halloween outfit. Even her son liked it.

Can anyone find the video on here where it's the mother and son, the mother gets her hand caught in the sink and gets fucked by her son.

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16 heures pile ; Élodie entra dans le vieil immeuble, le cœur serré. Il ne fallait pas qu’elle se rate ; ces saletés d’intraveineuses lui portaient peine, et justement ce nouveau patient en attendait une. Elle en tremblait presque ; elle finissait ses études d’infirmière et, à presque 21 ans, espérait décrocher son diplôme.

Depuis trois jours, elle était en stage dans un centre de soins, son dernier stage, primordial, de fin d’études. Les jours précédents s’étaient mal passés ; elle avait travaillé en doublon dans le centre avec une vieille infirmière hargneuse, elle était trop anxieuse, l’ambiance était mauvaise, en plus. Alors elle rentrait chez elle et pleurait sur l’épaule de son mari. Éric n’avait pas de travail ; il déprimait car il ne trouvait rien (serveur en restaurant), sauf de petits boulots au noir ; et il devait consoler sa jeune femme quand elle craquait.

Étant stagiaire, elle n’avait pas le droit de pratiquer seule, pas encore. L’infirmière qu’elle devait seconder s’était blessée ce matin, et sa responsable – une pète-sec qui l’avait dans le collimateur depuis son arrivée – lui avait dit de faire la visite seule et de ne pas faire de vagues. C’était la première fois qu’elle sortait du centre et travaillait seule, alors c’était l’angoisse.

Pas facile, quand on est en stage de probation, de rester calme, polie, de réussir tous les actes médicaux prescrits. Elle tremblait un peu en sonnant à la porte, sa sacoche à la main. Un homme a ouvert, l’air revêche. Elle a reculé en le voyant : un visage patibulaire sur un corps imposant qui emplissait tout le cadre de la porte.

— Bonjour, je suis l’infirmière, je viens pour la première injection.

— Ouais ! Putain, ils envoient des gamines maintenant ! Enfin, entre, petite.

— Merci, Monsieur.

L’appartement sentait le renfermé alors qu’on était fin mai et qu’il faisait un temps superbe. Il l’a conduite dans un séjour miteux, encombré de linge sale, d’assiettes, verres, cartons à pizza, cannettes et bouteilles de bière. Un taudis, ou pas loin. Il s’est assis en soupirant dans un vieux fauteuil, le seul à n’être pas encombré. Elodie a fait un peu de place sur la table pour préparer la seringue puis s’est tournée vers lui. Il avait autour de 50 ans sûrement, sale, négligé ; il portait un marcel blanc à trous d’une propreté douteuse sur un bermuda à fleurs, d’où dépassaient ses membres épais et couverts d’une épaisse forêt de poils noirs. Un gorille.

Fébrilement, elle a désinfecté, posé un garrot en caoutchouc, et cherché une veine. Pas évident, même après avoir allumé le lustre. La fébrilité la gagnait ; il ne fallait pas qu’elle se loupe : la pète-sec n’attendait que ça pour la virer et soigner son rapport, ce qui serait désastreux pour l’obtention du diplôme. En désespoir de cause, elle examina le poignet et le dos de la main : trop velu ! Elle se résigna à piquer au pli du coude, et évidemment traversa la veine, provoquant un hématome. De plus en plus gros quand elle retira l’aiguille et enleva le garrot.

— Pardon, Monsieur, je l’ai ratée ; je vais la faire au bras droit.

— Et voilà, on envoie des gamines faire les piqûres, elles sont pas foutues de faire leur boulot ! Je vais appeler ton service et me plaindre.

— Je vous en prie, ne faites pas ça, ils vont me saquer. C’était pas facile à faire, avec tous ces poils…

— Dis que c’est ma faute, en plus ! Te gêne pas surtout ! Tu vas comprendre, je vais t’assaisonner !

Élodie pleurnichait, sa seringue à la main. La cata ! C’était un stage qui avait mal commencé, et maintenant…

— S’il vous plaît, laissez-moi vous faire la piqûre, je ferai attention, je vous promets.

— Moi, je vais faire des photos de mon bras et obtenir une incapacité de travail ; ensuite, je l’enverrai à ton patron.

En pleurnichant, elle a tant bien que mal réussi l’injection, puis a remballé son matériel, décomposée, prête à craquer. En plus, elle sentait que le regard de l’homme avait changé : il la reluquait d’un œil obscène. Quand elle s’est tournée vers lui pour lui dire au revoir, elle a vu que ses yeux quittaient ses fesses pour se fixer sur sa poitrine qui gonflait son chemisier blanc. Malgré tout, elle a tendu sa main, pour l’amadouer, en tentant un pauvre sourire. Il l’a saisie dans sa grande patte velue, les yeux rivés sur sa poitrine, ne paraissant pas vouloir la lâcher.

— Tu reviens demain à la même heure ; je veux que ce soit toi qui me suives à partir de maintenant. Et arrange-toi pour réussir tes piqûres. Mon dossier de plainte sera prêt à être envoyé, je te le montrerai. Après, je veux que tu fasses le ménage chez moi, sinon il part. Fous le camp.

Elle est partie en pleurant ; le quart d’heure de trajet en voiture jusque chez elle ne l’a pas calmée. Éric, son mari, l’a reçue dans ses bras où elle a sangloté de plus belle. D’une voix cassée, elle lui a raconté ses déboires et la proposition de son patient.

— Il veut que tu fasses son ménage ? C’est tout ? Ce n’est pas cher payé s’il abandonne son idée, tu sais. Je peux aller lui parler pour qu’il comprenne qu’on est déjà dans la panade. Il te paiera, en plus, si tu travailles chez lui.

— Tu verrais comment il est, Éric, il est sale, répugnant, et il est vieux !

— Ma chérie, calme-toi, il ne va pas te violer, quand même.

— C’est pas ça, mais il me regardait d’un œil si vicieux, j’ai eu honte. J’étais en jupe et chemisier, il me déshabillait du regard, le gros porc.

— Il a quel âge, cet homme ?

— Je ne sais pas, ce n’est pas sur mon dossier ici, mais 50 ans, à peu près…

— Ma chérie, toi qui m’as dit que tu fantasmais sur les vieux…

— Ce n’est pas le moment de plaisanter avec ça, tu sais !

— Tu as une petite culotte ? Montre ça…

— Non ! Fiche-moi la paix, bon sang ! Je suis complètement sur les rotules à cause de notre situation, et toi, tout ce que tu trouves à faire…

— Oui, en effet ! Tu as l’occasion de réaliser ton fantasme de faire l’amour avec un homme plus âgé, en même temps que tu l’empêches de te nuire, alors réfléchis un peu.

— Tu crois ce que tu dis ? C’est du chantage, et tu veux faire de moi une pute !

— C’est ce que je dis en effet, tes fantasmes de prostitution et de l’homme âgé, tu les as depuis longtemps, on en a parlé souvent. Et puis tu exagères, tu n’as pas à te prostituer, seulement à faire le ménage, en petite tenue sûrement.

— Je ne sais plus, tu crois qu’on est coincés ? J’ai complètement raté l’intraveineuse, je vais être virée.

— Non, chérie, on peut pas se le permettre… Tu es mouillée, dis donc !

— Arrête, Éric, c’est tes histoires. Je t’ai juré fidélité, on est mariés depuis un an. Et puis tu verrais ce type, il est répugnant, velu comme un singe… Oh ! Arrête !

Il avait soulevé la jupe et, les deux mains dans sa petite culotte, il pétrissait ses jolies fesses ; son corps réagissait, elle réalisait qu’elle mouillait abondamment. Dans la chambre, il lui enleva juste sa culotte à l’entrejambe poisseuse et la pénétra dès qu’il eut sorti sa verge de son pantalon baissé sur ses cuisses. Il était si excité qu’il s’est vidé très vite, trop vite, laissant Élodie sur sa faim. La nuit, elle eut du mal à trouver le sommeil, repensant à sa journée pourrie, à ce qu’avait dit son mari. C’était horrible : il acceptait qu’elle se donne à un inconnu ; en plus il était répugnant, cet homme.

Vieux, velu, sale. Tout du gros dégueulasse ! Elle avait glissé une main sous sa chemise de nuit, et posé la main sur son pubis, caressant les fins poils soyeux qui le recouvraient, constatant avec surprise qu’elle était toute mouillée. Elle pensa à cet homme ; il était énorme, un gorille, elle si menue, blondinette, à côté de lui, dans ses bras, sous lui qui la pénétrait… Elle secoua la tête. « Rêver de ça, faut que tu sois en manque, ma pauvre fille. »

Il faut dire que son mariage avec Éric n’avait pas tenu toutes ses promesses. Déjà elle s’était plus ou moins fâchée avec ses parents qui ne l’aimaient pas, Éric avait perdu son travail depuis trois mois et ne trouvait pas, mais Élodie avait bien vu qu’il avait refusé des postes ; il lui faisait l’amour moins souvent, fantasmant plus qu’il n’agissait.

Éric était plutôt fluet, pas très grand ni très gros, 1,69 m et 62 kg, brun aux yeux marrons, le corps lisse quasiment sans poil, un peu efféminé. Ce qui avait plu à Élodie, c’était sa douceur, son calme. Avant de se rendre compte que c’était en fait de la mollesse, un manque de caractère. Alors qu’elle avait été attirée, dans son adolescence, par les hommes mûrs et virils.

Élodie était une belle jeune femme blonde, élégante, d’une taille de 1,66 m pour 50 kg, fine et sportive, avec une jolie poitrine bien pleine qui attirait les regards masculins. Quand elle faisait son footing, presque tous les matins, en petit short et brassière assortie, les hommes la suivaient des yeux avec convoitise.

Et voilà où elle en était, frustrée, insatisfaite dans sa vie amoureuse, stressée et malmenée dans sa vie professionnelle. Comment allait-elle pouvoir se sortir de ce mauvais pas avec son patient ? La politique de l’autruche semblait la pire des solutions. Elle s’endormit enfin pour une courte nuit de sommeil.

Sa journée se passa comme dans le brouillard, elle était insensible aux piques des collègues comme aux remarques désobligeantes de la responsable. Juste avant de partir chez le patient, à 15 h 30, elle alla se rafraîchir le visage dans les toilettes, et s’examina dans le grand miroir sur la porte.

Ce matin, elle avait mis une petite jupe brun sombre de coupe droite qui laissait voir ses genoux, un chemisier crème, portés sur un tanga blanc à dentelle et un soutien-gorge assorti, et elle avait choisi des escarpins à talons hauts de 7 cm, à peine confortables mais d’une couleur crème assortie au chemisier.

C’est le visage empourpré qu’elle sonna à la porte, qui s’ouvrit immédiatement ; il devait l’avoir vue arriver.

— C’est bien, tu es à l’heure. Sinon j’aurais dû te punir. Entre.

— Bonjour, Monsieur. Pour le courrier, vous avez réfléchi ? Je vous en prie.

— J’ai même un certificat médical : mon médecin m’a affirmé que tu seras radiée de l’ordre des infirmières ; en tout cas, ta carrière sera finie avant de commencer.

— Ne faites pas ça, s’il vous plaît, je ferai tout ce que vous voudrez, je vous le promets…

— Tu as dit « tout » ? Tu m’intéresses, là. Et tu me fais la promesse ?

— Oui, je vous promets de faire tout ce que vous voulez. Je ne peux pas finir mes études comme ça, ce n’est pas possible !

— Et tu feras tout pendant combien de temps ?

— Euh… Ce soir ?

— Non, ce n’est pas suffisant. J’ai des soins sur 10 jours, donc jusqu’à leur fin ; c’est à prendre ou à laisser.

— Bon, d’accord, je n’ai pas le choix.

— Bon ; pour commencer, tu vas me faire la piqûre en sous-vêtements.

Élodie a baissé la tête sans répondre, sachant qu’elle était coincée. Elle déboutonna lentement son chemisier et le posa sur un dossier de chaise, dégrafa le côté de sa jupe qu’elle enjamba et plaça sur le chemisier. Les joues rouges, elle s’affaira pour préparer l’injection, évitant le regard goguenard de l’homme. Dans cette situation éprouvante pour ses nerfs, elle réussit la piqûre à la perfection. Pour la féliciter, il lui empoigna les fesses à deux mains en baissant sa culotte, et la tira contre lui, lui léchant le torse d’une langue baveuse.

— Tu préfèrerais pas l’avoir dans ta chatte, ma grosse langue ? Viens avec moi, ma petite salope.

Il la fit entrer dans une chambre où régnait un désordre indescriptible : lit défait, vêtements entassés, sales ou non, verres, cannettes, bouteilles.

— Allez, enlève ta culotte, puis sur le lit ; et écarte les cuisses pour bibi… Putain, une vraie blonde avec une petite touffe ! Demain, je veux que tu sois épilée ; plus un seul poil sur la motte, tu entends ?

— Mais, je ne… Et mon mari, comment je vais lui expliquer ?

— Je m’en fous : t’auras qu’à lui dire que c’est pour lui que tu l’as fait. Putain, tu es mouillée, grosse salope, t’as envie que je te lèche la chatte ! J’y crois pas.

Il avait plongé en avant et sa langue épaisse a commencé à glisser sur la fente rose et humide ; Élodie a soupiré, son corps en manque tremblait et se tendait, et ce fut pire quand il aspira dans sa bouche les lèvres intimes dans un bruit obscène. Elle poussa un cri en jouissant, surprise par le trop-plein d’émotions dû à son état de manque. Il se releva, satisfait, et exhiba une verge épaisse, noueuse et sentant mauvais, un mélange de sperme, sueur et urine ; il la guida entre les lèvres intimes trempées et poussa, s’enfonçant facilement malgré son diamètre.

Élodie ne songea même pas à s’y opposer. Submergée par ses émotions, elle noua ses jambes fines autour du torse de son amant, réalisant qu’elle ne se rappelait même plus de son nom ni de son prénom. Elle serra les dents quand l’homme commença à se retirer pour plonger dans son vagin peu habitué à un pareil engin. Le gros ventre l’écrasait sur le lit défait ; il devait peser le double de son mari, et sa verge, ma foi, était bien raide, épaisse et longue.

Il souleva son soutien-gorge pour empoigner ses seins, les tordant et faisant saillir les mamelons turgescents, tout en la prenant de plus en plus fort ; elle entendit un gémissement continu avant de réaliser qu’il sortait de sa gorge, et lorsqu’il se planta profondément pour éjaculer, elle jouit à nouveau.

Quand elle reprit ses esprits, quelques secondes plus tard, il pesait sur elle, sa verge toujours aussi raide profondément plantée dans son vagin. Elle plissa le nez une nouvelle fois à cause de son odeur et tenta de le repousser sur le côté.

— Alors, petite puce, le gros Franck t’a fait grimper aux rideaux ? Tu as aimé, ma salope : tu couinais comme une truie quand je te ramonais. Allez, je te laisse ; on remettra le couvert dans un moment. Va travailler un peu !

Élodie put enfin se lever ; elle constata que son vagin dégorgeait son trop-plein de sperme sur le drap sale. C’est toute nue qu’elle fit le ménage ; en premier, elle remplit trois grands sacs poubelle avec tous les déchets qui jonchaient le séjour et la cuisine. Elle dut les sortir sur le palier avant de lancer une lessive de vêtements et sous-vêtements souillés, puis vaisselle. Elle travailla trois heures sans relâche sous le regard concupiscent de Franck, assis nu dans un fauteuil, qui lui mettait la main aux fesses, voire plongeait des doigts dans son vagin.

À sa honte, elle n’était pas insensible à ses attouchements ; ses mamelons étaient durs et tendus, et quand il se leva, la verge gonflée, violacée, couverte de semence séchée, elle s’approcha de lui, tête baissée. Il la toisa en ricanant, se masturba en caressant ses grosses couilles velues.

— Alors, petite chienne, tu as envie de te faire baiser ? On dirait que tu n’attends que ça. Avec ta gueule de sainte-nitouche, tu trompes bien ton monde. Si tu veux ma bite, tu n’as que le demander.

— S’il vous plaît…

— Quoi ? Tu la veux, ma grosse bite ? Dis-le, merde !

— Oui, prenez-moi, je vous en prie…

— Caresse ta moule, fourre des doigts dans ta chatte, salope, écarte bien… Voilà, c’est bien, tu n’es qu’une chienne en chaleur.

Il la poussa contre le fauteuil et la pénétra aussitôt jusqu’à la garde ; elle était trempée et brûlante. Franck la besognait méthodiquement ; sa grosse bite trapue remplissait bien le vagin serré d’Élodie qui haletait, les mains crispées sur les accoudoirs, projetée en avant à chaque poussée. Elle jouit alors qu’il grognait et accélérait la cadence ; elle le sentit se vider en elle, remplissant sa matrice de semence épaisse.

— Allez, à genoux, nettoie ma bite, salope, vite !

— Pas ça, s’il vous plaît, c’est sale.

— Tu veux ma main dans la gueule ? C’est ta mouille et mon sperme, tu va tout bien nettoyer avec ta langue ! À genoux ! Bien, tu vois, tu t’y mets…

Surmontant son dégoût, Élodie a commencé à passer sa langue sur la verge gluante, songeant qu’elle avait toujours refusé ça à son mari. Malgré l’odeur d’urine et de négligé, elle finit par gober le gland et aspirer le sexe flasque et le nettoyer soigneusement. Gauche, elle se releva et regarda Franck, incertaine sur la conduite à tenir.

— Je voudrais me doucher, maintenant.

— Tu feras ça chez toi. Il est quelle heure ? 20 heures 10 ? Allez, fous le camp ; pas la peine de mettre de culotte demain, ni de soutif d’ailleurs.

— D’accord.

Il lui donna une petite gifle sèche. Pas très douloureuse, mais humiliante.

— Tu m’appelleras « Monsieur ». Compris ?

— Oui, Monsieur.

— Fous le camp. Et demain, sois à l’heure.

Élodie est rentrée chez elle au radar ; son mari lui a ouvert la porte et l’a examinée de la tête aux pieds. Consciente d’être sale, couverte de sueur, les cuisses poisseuses de semence, elle le poussa pour se précipiter dans la salle d’eau où elle s’enferma. La douche lui remit les idées en place en même temps qu’elle nettoya son corps. Quand elle sortit, enveloppée dans une grande serviette de bain, Éric l’attendait ; elle refusa d’aller se blottir dans ses bras et ils restèrent debout l’un en face de l’autre, comme des étrangers.

— Élodie, ça va ? J’étais inquiet ; ça s’est bien passé ?

— À ton avis ?

— Il t’a violée ? C’est ça ? Il faut porter plainte…

— Tais-toi ! Non, il ne m’a pas violée. Il m’a baisée, deux fois, et je l’ai laissé faire.

Éric la regardait d’un air apitoyé, et en même temps il bandait, de penser que sa jolie femme s’était fait prendre par un étranger. Il s’approcha d’elle tendrement et elle le laissa poser ses mains sur ses épaules et les masser.

— Tu as faim ? J’ai fait une quiche lorraine, avec de la salade…

— D’accord.

— Après, je te ferai un massage pour te déstresser, tes muscles sont tendus.

— Et puis il faut que je sois épilée entièrement.

— Entièrement ? Bon.

Élodie alla manger, songeuse. Elle savait que sa vie de couple avait pris un tournant irréversible. Éric n’était plus son partenaire sexuel unique ; il ne la satisfaisait pas, alors que Franck, cet homme grossier et sale, l’avait fait jouir plusieurs fois. Elle ne comprenait toujours pas pourquoi, d’ailleurs ; il l’avait menacée, giflée, et malgré tout elle avait réagi à ses attouchements, s’était offerte sans pudeur ; il l’avait pénétrée avec son gros sexe, l’écrasant de sa masse, l’avait besognée rudement. En y repensant, Élodie était troublée, son ventre était tout chose.

Après le repas, Éric l’a conduite sur la table de massage qu’ils avaient achetée d’occasion un an plus tôt. Sans rien dire, Élodie dénoua sa serviette et l’étendit sur la table avant de s’allonger sur le ventre, les bras le long du corps. Éric commença à verser un peu d’huile camphrée sur son dos ; il aimait la masser, mais cela arrivait trop rarement à son goût. Il commença par le haut et les épaules pour finir par les mollets et la plante des pieds, puis demanda à Élodie de passer sur le dos. Il vit tout de suite que ses bouts de seins roses étaient gonflés et durs.

Il attaqua cette fois par le bas, et s’arrêta à hauteur du pubis, couvert d’une fine toison blonde et bouclée.

— Je vais chercher l’épilateur électrique ? C’est le plus pratique pour ce que tu veux.

— D’accord, mais va doucement : c’est un peu douloureux.

Éric acquiesça, tout excité ; il épila donc soigneusement la vulve, jusqu’au périnée et entre les fesses, avant de faire les aisselles. Quand Élodie se souleva, elle examina son pubis bombé et complètement lisse, un peu rouge. Éric massa ensuite le pubis irrité, mais Élodie le repoussa quand il tenta des caresses trop poussées.

— Arrête, je suis fatiguée. Je vais me coucher.

— D’accord, ma chérie, je comprends, ne t’inquiète pas.

Élodie, épuisée, s’endormit très vite alors qu’Éric tournait dans le lit, obsédé par des images de sa femme faisant l’amour avec un autre homme, jouissant sous ses assauts. Il se masturba dans le noir sans parvenir à éjaculer. Le lendemain matin, Élodie partit sans faire de bruit car son mari dormait encore. A 16 heures, elle était chez Franck, qui lui ouvrit, pas rasé, sale et empestant la bière, vêtu en tout et pour tout d’un caleçon froissé.

— Bonjour, Monsieur.

— Entre, petite salope. Et enlève ta robe. Bien, tu m’as obéi, tu n’a rien dessous, comme une bonne petite pute. Et tu es épilée. Tu fais encore plus pute comme ça.

— Vous n’aimez pas ?

— Si, tu auras ton jus de couilles, ne t’en fais pas.

Élodie réussit à peu près sa piqûre, puis Franck la fit agenouiller devant lui. Il extirpa sa verge noueuse et se fit sucer ; comme Élodie n’était pas habituée à cette pratique, il lui donna des indications en l’insultant.

— Pauvre connasse, pas foutue de sucer ! Allez, avale, et spam vraiment, nom de Dieu ! Je sens rien, remue ta langue ; une pute de chantier est plus douée que toi ! Allez, encore, force un peu, ça va passer. Et dégueule pas sinon je te le fais lécher. Lève-toi maintenant, je vais te baiser la chatte, ma salope ; tu as intérêt à remuer le cul.

Il la prit contre le fauteuil, elle était trempée ; voyant ça, il claqua ses fesses jusqu’à les voir rougir, puis il la tira contre lui et la souleva, bien plantée sur son mandrin, et se laissa retomber sur le fauteuil. Et il la fit monter et descendre ; Élodie gémissait, les yeux clos. La verge épaisse remplissait son vagin alors que Franck avait empoigné ses deux seins et les pétrissait, pinçant les bouts jusqu’à la faire pousser un petit cri. Ce fut cela qui la fit jouir soudain, tremblant de tous ses membres, et s’écroulant sur Franck.

Lequel se leva, la tenant toujours empalée à fond, pour aller à pas lourds dans la chambre et la poser à genoux devant le lit. La tête sur une couverture sale, elle ne bougea pas, se cambrant même pour qu’il puisse s’enfoncer mieux ; il la pilonna plusieurs minutes, ruisselant de sueur sur elle, avant de se vider en épaisses saccades qui la firent jouir à nouveau. Lorsqu’il la libéra, elle s’agenouilla d’elle-même et nettoya la verge gluante d’une langue agile.

— Je peux faire le ménage, Monsieur ?

— Oui, mais demain je te mettrai un collier de chienne, pour que tu te rappelles ce que tu es. Et ce soir, tu bosses ici jusqu’à 9 heures.

Élodie se nettoya l’entrejambe avec une grosse éponge avant d’attaquer par la cuisine, qu’elle nettoya à fond, rangeant toute la vaisselle propre avant de s’occuper de la chambre de Franck, où elle remplit deux sacs poubelle de déchets, faisant une lessive des draps, puis de vêtements. Elle nettoya entrée, couloir et séjour à un rythme soutenu, s’habituant à travailler nue sous les yeux de son employeur.

Mais elle avait à peine refait le lit qu’il la culbuta dessus et la prit sauvagement en levrette, se retirant régulièrement pour se faire sucer avant de revenir la pilonner de toutes ses forces. Quand il a senti qu’il allait éjaculer, il a fait mettre Élodie à genoux devant lui et a joui dans sa bouche ouverte, l’obligeant à avaler avant de lécher sa hampe dressée. Il la tira alors derrière lui pour la pousser sur le palier, nue et le visage maculé de sperme. Avant de lui jeter sa robe et sa mallette de soins.

— Demain, tu te mets à poil ici avant de sonner.

— D’accord ; à demain, Monsieur.

— Et demain, je t’enculerai ; tu es pucelle du cul, je parie.

— Oh non, pas ça, s’il vous plaît !

— Ta gueule ! À demain ; t’auras qu’à te lubrifier avant de venir !

Élodie rentra chez elle, fourbue et sale ; elle bouscula presque Éric pour se ruer sous la douche ; la soirée passa dans le brouillard, elle refusa de discuter avec son mari, refusa qu’il la touche et se tourna dans son coin pour dormir. Elle pensa longtemps à ce qui l’attendait le lendemain, en rêva aussi car elle se réveilla avec le minou tout humide. Elle passa sa journée en mode automatique, consciente de sa non-implication, d’exécuter les tâches confiées sans y mettre de cœur.

Arrivée sur le palier de l’appartement, elle se déshabilla rapidement et sonna, tête baissée. Il n’ouvrit pas tout de suite, la faisant patienter plusieurs minutes, angoissée à l’idée de voir passer un voisin. Il ouvrit enfin, toujours aussi sale ; il était torse nu, velu comme un singe, portant juste un slip autrefois blanc. Il la fit entrer sans un mot, lui laissa faire sa piqûre avant de lui donner une bonne gifle. Elle recula, les larmes aux yeux, ne comprenant pas.

— Pardon, Monsieur. Je vous ai fait mal ? Je suis désolée.

— Ta gueule. Tu as le cul propre ? Tu es lubrifiée ?

— Oui, un peu…

— Alors je vais t’enculer pour t’apprendre à réussir tes piqûres ; va sur le lit, à genoux, le cul vers la porte, écarte tes fesses que je puisse viser, penche-toi, la tête sur le lit…

Mortifiée, Élodie obéissait, consciente que son corps la trahissait encore une fois ; sauf que cette fois, Frank en avait après son anus, vierge encore car elle s’était toujours refusée à la sodomie. Alors elle était anxieuse, d’autant que Franck était pourvu d’un engin épais qui risquait de la déchirer. Il commença par enfoncer un doigt ; elle se crispa et il donna une bonne claque avec son autre main.

— Tu es serrée, tellement tu as la trouille ! C’est que mon doigt, alors tu te laisses faire !

Il fit lentement jouer le doigt, entrant et sortant, avant de forcer le passage avec un deuxième, arrachant un gémissement à Élodie, consciente de la posture obscène qu’elle avait. Un froid dans ses reins : il versait du lubrifiant dans la raie des fesses, le faisant pénétrer avec ses doigts dans l’orifice convoité. Il travailla patiemment l’anus, jusqu’à glisser trois gros doigts joints jusqu’à la jointure avant de présenter sa queue raide.

— Ne te crispe pas, ma salope, tu auras mal sinon. Je vais te défoncer le fion de toute manière… Là !

— Oh ! Mon Dieu, non, c’est trop gros… Oh !

— C’est rentré, alors ta gueule !

Élodie serrait les dents ; les larmes sillonnaient ses joues alors que l’épais mandrin s’enfonçait en elle, dévastant son anus distendu, la bonne lubrification permettant de coulisser parfaitement. Franck était aux anges, bien serré dans les entrailles chaudes et accueillantes ; il donna de violents coups de boutoir qui arrachèrent de nouvelles larmes à Élodie, qui tomba en avant mais resta bien cambrée, écrasée sous la masse de Franck. Ses 50 kilos avaient disparu sous les 115 kilos de Franck qui la besognait avec rudesse, lui faisant sentir chaque centimètre de son engin.

À sa surprise, elle sentait son bassin qui se tendait pour aller au devant de la queue bien raide ; elle commença à geindre, accompagnant chaque ruée d’un cri de gorge. Elle sentit monter la jouissance alors qu’il accélérait en poussant des grognements bestiaux, l’insultant et lui bavant dans le cou ; quand il se planta en elle, tétanisé, et se vida dans ses reins, elle cria et jouit à son tour. Il resta vautré sur elle un long moment, soufflant comme un phoque et inondant Élodie de sueur.

— Alors, ma petite salope, tu aimes ça, te faire défoncer la rondelle ; je me sors que tu puisses travailler un peu. Tout à l’heure, je t’en remettrai une dose dans le cul. Mais d’abord, ton collier de chienne, j’allais oublier…

Élodie travailla en continu jusqu’à 19 heures avec un large collier de cuir noir pour tout vêtement. Elle nettoya à nouveau cuisine et séjour, et cette fois s’aventura dans deux chambres qu’elle n’avait pas encore ouvertes ; Franck lui expliqua que c’étaient les chambres de ses deux fils qui revenaient le lendemain.

— Tu as intérêt à faire ça bien ; ils sont pas marrants, mes deux salopards : ils te dresseront, c’est moi qui te le dis ! Et avec une petite pute comme toi, je crois que ça va leur plaire. Je pense qu’ils partiront moins souvent faire des conneries.

— Mais… Je ne sais pas… Ce n’étais pas prévu, avec vos fils, je ne savais pas…

— Eh bien maintenant, c’est prévu ! Tu leur serviras de vide-couilles comme pour moi. Ça te pose un problème ? J’ai toujours le dossier sous le coude.

Élodie baissa la tête, matée. Plus que huit jours à obéir. Il lui fallait tenir, échapper à cet homme répugnant et réussir à décrocher son diplôme. Après, tout s’arrangerait, son couple repartirait du bon pied… Elle y croyait de moins en moins ; elle se voyait comme une balle lancée dans une pente de plus en plus forte, incapable de remonter, appelée à chuter toujours plus. Elle rentra chez elle et n’adressa pas la parole à son mari ; elle se doucha, mangea et se coucha, épuisée, pour sombrer dans un sommeil sans rêves.

Le lendemain après-midi, avant de partir chez Franck, elle prit un laxatif et se fit un lavement, puis une fois bien nettoyée injecta du lubrifiant dans son anus. Arrivée devant la porte, elle trouva le collier posé par terre ; elle se déshabilla vite et se fixa le collier avant de sonner. Quand la porte s’ouvrit, elle poussa un petit cri car ce n’était pas Franck, mais un homme nu. Un des fils, bien sûr, se rappela Élodie. La vingtaine, plus grand que son père et moins gros. Nu comme un ver ; Élodie eut son regard attiré malgré elle sur sa virilité ; à moitié bandée, c’était une colonne de chair violacée qui pendait sur des testicules velus.

Elle eut le temps de se dire qu’il était aussi velu que son père quand il la tira contre lui et l’embrassa sur la bouche, les mains empoignant ses fesses et les pétrissant. Elle réalisa qu’elle était trempée quand il la souleva un peu pour planter son dard épais dans sa chatte, la laissant s’empaler d’elle-même. Elle défaillit sous l’assaut soudain. Elle se faisait prendre sur le palier par un homme qu’elle n’avait jamais vu, dont elle ne connaissait même pas le nom ! Et ce fut pire encore quand elle sentit contre ses fesses ce qui ne pouvait qu’être une autre verge bandée.

— Non, pas comme ça, s’il vous plaît ! Pas ici, pas sur le palier… Ah ! Non, j’ai mal, c’est trop gros ! Vous allez me déchirer, par pitié…

Évidemment, les deux hommes restaient sourds à ses supplications et la pauvre Élodie subissait sa première double pénétration. Ils la soulevaient par les hanches et la laissaient retomber, s’empalant jusqu’à la garde sur les deux gros mandrins ; elle poussait un cri de gorge à chaque fois mais ne protestait plus ; elle avait croisé ses mains sur la nuque de l’homme qui emplissait son vagin. Qui la força à le lâcher en se reculant et en s’extrayant du vagin ; avant qu’elle comprenne, il lui allongea deux gifles violentes en aller-retour.

Craintive, les larmes ruisselant sur ses joues marquées, Élodie commença à sangloter, douloureusement consciente de sa position. Ils étaient toujours sur le palier, nus, elle était empalée sur un épieu de chair qui lui distendait le fondement, ses pieds ne touchant pas le sol, le dos collé à son pourfendeur ; et elle venait de prendre deux fortes gifles. Elle leva les mains pour se protéger, mais le regard méchant de l’homme l’en dissuada. Elle lui adressa un regard implorant et il rit cruellement.

— Alors, petite salope, tu es bien le garage à bites dont avait parlé mon père ! Tu aimes ça ? Réponds !

— Oui, j’aime ça…

— Tu as envie que je revienne ?

— Oui…

— Alors, demande, petite pute, demande-moi !

— Oui, revenez, s’il vous plaît ! Prenez-moi, je vous en prie.

Il l’embrocha d’une poussée ; son vagin était trempé et brûlant, et elle jouit aussitôt en criant sans retenue. Une porte s’entrouvrit et se referma aussitôt. Toute honte bue, Élodie se donnait sans pudeur en gémissant, éperonnée dans son ventre et dans ses reins, les seins rudement empoignés et tordus. Le premier qui éjacula dans ses reins entraîna la jouissance du second, puis ils reposèrent Élodie qui avait du mal à tenir sur ses jambes tremblantes. Elle put enfin entrer et refermer la porte sur elle en soupirant. Ils étaient déjà partis dans leurs chambres, et Franck, assis dans son fauteuil, regardait Élodie d’un air goguenard.

— Alors, comment tu as trouvé mes fils ?

— J’ai été surprise, Monsieur. Ils sont… vigoureux.

Elle put enfin faire son injection à Franck, sans trembler, mais troublée de sentir ses orifices se vider peu à peu de semence sur l’intérieur de ses cuisses. Elle put enfin se nettoyer, mais Franck l’appela aussitôt.

— Viens, salope ; suce-moi bien avant que je t’encule ; Tu dois avoir le trou bien préparé avec ce que mes fils t’ont mis !

— Oui Monsieur.

Élodie, à genoux entre les cuisses épaisses, commença à administrer une fellation ; bien sûr, il râla et l’insulta sans arrêt car elle n’arrivait pas à prendre le gland aussi profondément qu’il le voulait ; mais il était satisfait dans la mesure où elle mettait du cœur à l’ouvrage, le pompant et le cajolant du mieux qu’elle pouvait. Quand il la repoussa pour ensuite la disposer à sa guise, elle se cambra impudiquement et il la sodomisa sans effort, lui arrachant tout de même un cri étranglé. Il la pilonna brutalement, la ployant en arrière en tirant ses cheveux à deux mains, mais il fut satisfait en la sentant jouir sous ses assauts pourtant féroces.

Et ensuite, elle le nettoya soigneusement de sa langue, le regardant avec un air soumis qui lui arracha un rictus satisfait. En parfaite fée du logis, elle lava la vaisselle, rangea, repassa même du linge, ce jusqu’au moment où les deux fils surgirent de leurs chambres et l’entraînèrent avec eux pour reprendre leurs activités sexuelles. Elle cria quand ils la jetèrent sur le lit, mais elle resta allongée, offerte, comprenant qu’elle allait passer à la casserole et qu’elle n’y gagnerait rien à se rebeller. Elle tourna la tête vers eux et n’en crut pas ses yeux : ils étaient nus, leurs virilités dressées, lourdes et menaçantes ; mais ce qui la choqua, c’était les ceintures de cuir qu’ils tenaient bien serrées dans leur main droite.

— S’il vous plaît, je ferai ce que vous voulez ; ne me battez pas, je vous en prie…

— On va attendrir ton petit cul, c’est ça qu’on veut. Alors tu mords le drap et tu la fermes ; va pas rameuter les voisins !

— Sinon, on te prend dans un bois, et là on te cogne jusqu’à ce que tu sois complètement pelée du cul. C’est ça que tu veux ?

— Non, s’il vous plaît, pas ça… Je vais essayer…

Domptée, Élodie baissa la tête et mordit dans le drap qu’elle saisit et serra à deux mains, offrant ses fesses aux deux brutes. Au premier coup, elle gémit ; au dixième, elle sanglota ; au vingtième, elle était dans un état second, au-delà de la souffrance. Ses fesses étaient durement marquées, couvertes de stries entre le rouge et le brun. Le sang ne coulait pas, mais les marques allaient rester plusieurs jours. Puis ils la sodomisèrent à tour de rôle, se relayant dans son anus dilacéré ; ils se délectaient de ses gémissements, de ses râles, guettant la montée du plaisir chez Élodie.

À un moment, ses sanglots et sa souffrance s’étaient changés en plaintes puis en gémissements de plaisir qu’elle essayait de ravaler pour masquer sa honte de jouir dans ces conditions. Mais rien n’y faisait : son corps la trahissait, elle aimait être traitée comme la dernière des traînées, avilie et prise de force. Ils jouèrent longtemps avec elle, la faisant jouir quand ils le décidaient, rien qu’en la sodomisant sans finesse. Quand ils sortaient de son anus béant, elle les suppliait de revenir, de la prendre encore plus fort.

Plus tard, épuisée, repue, elle alla voir Frank qui regardait la télé en buvant une bière. Elle s’agenouilla devant lui, nue et souillée.

— Monsieur, j’ai compris ce que je suis. Je vous supplie de m’accepter chez vous et de me garder ; je serai votre soumise, je ferai ce que vous voudrez.

— Tu seras ma vide-couilles et celle de mes fils ?

— Oui.

— Et celle de qui je voudrai ?

— Oui.

— Je savais que tu n’étais qu’une petite pute ! Bien ! Tu vas rentrer chez toi, prendre tes habits les plus sexys ; le reste, tu laisses. Et tu reviens ici ; tu as une heure. Je vois que mes fils ont bien marqué ton cul. À ton retour, je m’occuperai de tes gros seins : tu vas déguster.

Auteure : Petite Julie

Hey lookin for an older woman to talk to so she can fulfill my mommy fetish! Take control call me ur son punish me! Tell me what you would do and ill send you a message if I get hard for it!

Any older women interested in a mom son joi roleplay?

So today I stalked someone for sex. I know how that sounds, but read on.

I was sitting on the bus back to my place from uni, I don't have a license you see, plus there's always a few chicks you can check out as you ride. Now we stop at a shopping centre and a few folks get on, and one of them caught my eye. She wasn't pretty by any means, she was middle aged, wearing clothes for a woman about half her age, with some reddish dye streaked through her frazzled blonde hair. She looked sort of haggard. The best way I could think of to describe it would be someone who used to be addicted to crack and has recovered, but the damage is slow in reversing. Anyway, she got on the bus and cracked open a can of bourbon and coke when she sat down near me.

Now I'm no great looker, my features are average but given my shaved head and my goatee and my rather large build, I look like a biker. Still I don't have too much trouble getting girls, some of them like that dangerous look. But anyway, it'd been a while since I'd gotten laid, and with this haggard lady, no wedding ring, drinking bourbon at 2 in the afternoon? I figured I knew where she would be heading once she got off the bus, and I could practically smell the opportunity to get some pussy.

For some reason, I don't know why, but I decided that I wanted this used up woman. Something about her, maybe the hint of good looks that she'd obviously had in the past but lost, drew me in.

So I sat on the bus and stared, the bus stopped in an area I know pretty well and she hopped off, I jumped off and followed her, forgoing the trip home. As I suspected, she made her was to a bar. I followed her in and ordered a beer and watched as she proceeded to get steadily more wasted as the afternoon dragged on.

I made my move around 5ish and offered to buy her a drink. She was flattered, some young guy paying attention to her? Which shows how shit faced she was, since I look hella intimidating even if I am in my twenties.

We get to talking, by which I mean she talks and rants at me while I pour more booze into her and listen. She tells me her name is Lyn, and she's obviously into me since she finds almost any excuse to touch me, so I lean and whisper into her ear, "I'm going to take you home and fuck you till you can't stand." Not the best line obviously, it's a gamble whether it works or not, I find chicks who are really desperate for it will go for it, and tonight luck was on my side. We leave the bar, although I buy a bottle of some whiskey for the road, and we begin walking back to her place. She lives nearby, but it takes a good twenty minutes to walk there since she's stumbling all over the place, while I continued drinking and making her drink.

We get to her house and Lyn tells me to be quiet because her kids are probably asleep. I'm not a parent, but if she has kids that go to sleep at 8pm then they must be the wussiest bunch of brats to ever walk the earth.

We creep into her room, or rather I creep, Lyn clomps, and fall onto the bed. I become like an animal, I tear off her jacket and shirt and start sucking and biting her nipples while she tells me to stop and close the door, but I don't care. I pull down her skirt and leggins and her pussy is hairy as fuck. If I wasn't so damn horny I would've walked away right then, but I don't care. I bury my mouth into and go to down on her.

She lies there moaning like crazy and keeps trying to shove my head away while telling me to close the door, finally I stand up and position her so that she can't see the door, while I can, she asks if it's closed, and I say yes. Then I unzip and pull of my pants, I'm hard as a rock and ready to go. She stares up at me all bleary eyed and asks if I have a condom, which I don't. I tell her its on and shove in. She gasps and stops asking me stupid questions and focuses on trying to thrust up at me.

I begin thrusting, hard. I'm strong, really strong. So the bed starts squeaking and making noise while I ram away in her and she starts moaning and telling me to stop being so rough but I don't care at this point. I'm so horny that I've gone mad. I keep thrusting away, shaking the bed when I hear something. I look up and in the doorway are her kids. She had a daughter about who looked about twelvish and a son who was younger. They stood there watching as this stranger was screwing their mother. It made me even hornier. I bent down, keeping my eyes on the kids and start biting their mum's nipples and sucking on her tits. They just stare at me going to town on their mother, before finally I can feel my balls a ragin'. I'd thought I was banging her hard before, but for the last two minutes I begin slamming into her so hard the bed moves around the floor, she begins crying out as she orgasms and a few moments after she finishes, I cum inside her. The kids are still standing there and even though I just came, I'm still hard as shit, still in case she sees, I stand up and walk over to the door, my cock clearly visible, the daughter couldn't take her eyes off me while the son just looked away. I smiled down at the daughter and batted my wet, slimy cock against her cheek and over her lips before closing the door. That was pretty weird for me, not into the sort of shit personally. She was very cute though.

Then I returned to the bed and grabbed Lyn and flipped her over, I pull her ass up and shove my dick in her again. I start banging her away why she starts moaning into the bed. Or maybe she's crying, it was hard to tell. I just keep fucking her. I take forever to finish this time around, it begins to make my cock hurt with how long it takes for me to come, finally I do and her butt collapses onto the bed as soon as I let go of her waist. She lies there, breathing heavily like shes run a marathon, I'm not in much better shape, but I haven't finished yet. I start jerking off trying to get hard again, but its not easy. I think about what I did to her daughter and suddenly I start to harden, once again I found that odd since I generally go for women my own age.

I walk up to my cock sleeve, who's still lying there like she's dying. I pull her ass up again and this time, I spit on her ass crack. I grab my dick and rub the spit up and down her butt. I spit two more times before my mouth feels a little too dry for more, all the while rubbing the spit against her hole. I'm not big on anal without a condom, it can lead to urinary tact infections and all sorts of shit. But tonight, I just don't care. I grab my dick and begin pushing in. She's tight. Really tight. Maybe even an anal virgin, but probably not. She begins squealing, or at least as best she can, before finally I'm in and she gives this little scream of pain before just shutting up and taking it. I begin sawing in and out of her, she's so tight it feels like the blood can't get to my dick, it actually sort of hurts, which was rough as my dick was pretty tender by that point.

Still I don't stop. I keep fucking, trying to bust a nut in this lady's ass. She starts moaning again, which makes me even hornier. I keep fucking away and she begins to grind her ass against me, the slut likes it! The first fuck had probably taken ten minutes, the second one maybe forty. The third one, I have no clue. It feels like it took hours though. I was screwing her for so long, I lost count of her orgasms after three, and still I couldn't finish. I reached around and began playing with her slightly saggy tits. About C-cups, there was enough of them for some fun. I begin pinching her nipples and tugging on them really hard while I whisper in her ear what a dirty bitch she was. How she'd probably fuck her son just to get off, and she begins crying that no, she's not like that, and I tell her of course she is, she's a filthy whore.

And still I couldn't get off. My dick hurts not, my abs ache and my back feels like I've slipped a disc. I still fuck her, but it's not nearly as fast or as hard as the earlier ones. I spit on her, I degrade her as much as possible without going into scat or pissing on her, because that shit grosses me out. Finally I wrap my hands around her neck (which wasn't easy from behind with her face down on the bed, but my hands are just big enough to make it work) and choke her a little, which makes her tighten up even more, but for some reason it gets me going a little bit. I start choking her in earnest and she starts fighting back against me, I start fucking harder, the pain in my muscles burns and my dick feels like its going to drop off, but still I fuck. I plow her and scream obscenities in her ear while choking the shit out of her and finally I cum.

I blow my load deep in her ass, and I have no idea why but it was far larger than the previous two I'd left in her pussy. It was possibly the most incredible ejaculation of my life, and it was with this used up broad whose pussy was covered in hair, and a disgusting ass and slightly saggy tits.

I pull out, and my dicks got a bit of brown on it, luckily she has a small en suite which I use to clean myself off, when I come back out she's lying there face down on the bed, not even moving beyond panting like a bitch in heat. I spit on her again and put my pants back on. I was done here. I open the door, her kids are still there, although the son had fallen asleep. The girl gave me a frightened look and I just smiled back. Then I left their home, went back to the bar, called up a mate and got a lift home.

And that's my story, anyone else ever done something like this? As in gone home with some middle aged chick who's past her hotness date and just fucked the shit out of her?

Son fucks mom in the ass

im 15 and a guy, any girls in the aberdeen WA area that will fuck or suck me?

im a doctors son.. wink wink

Stuffing my pussy with one of my sons cum filled condoms 

I know this sounds shitty but for the last year I have been having sex with my sons wife. She just turned 30 last month and they have been married for 4 years.

The question I have is she just tested positive that she is pregnant. We are sure it is mine but are going to let him think it is his. If he were ever to do a DNA test would it show that he was not the father but that that father was a close relative?

I need help finding a video. I believe it was on this site. It was a video where a son finds his mom and his aunt fucking a stable boy in the barn. When they come back, he tells them to fuck him or he will show the video. I fucking loved this video. Can someone please help me?!?!?!

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anyone know who this milf is?

I confess I can't believe here it is eleven years later and most Americans are still buying the story that Al-Qaeda and a four hijacked airliners brought down the World Trade Center and damaged The Pentagon.

How many more sons and daughters, mothers and father, sisters and brothers will die in Iraq and Afghanistan before an accounting is held for the real conspirators.

Big Hint: Who profited most on that day ?

I confess I miss all the posts about mothers trying to seduce their sons :/

When I was younger and chatrooms were still popular, I spent some time on Yahoo in local, state chatrooms. I chatted with a few women over the years, but had never worked up the courage to actually meet one in person. The internet still had a stigma attached to it back then and I guess I was just afraid of the potential consequences.

When I was 22, I began having a conversation with a 40 year old, married mom whom lived about an hour and a half from me. Her children were older so they were rarely home and her husband was deployed to Afghanistan. She told me that their relationship had been slowly deteriorating for months. She said the few times that she would get to talk to him, it often ended in an argument and that they were most likely headed for divorce once he returned home permanently.

She was a beautiful woman. She told me that before her husband had left, she was a bit heavier, but had worked her tail off to lose the extra weight. By the time we began chatting, she was down to I’d guess around 130 pounds—perfect for her five foot, seven inch frame.

We chatted for several weeks and would occasionally use the webcam. Webcam technology was still pretty new and the image was always laggy and blurry with no sound. As our conversations became more intimate, I would ask for her to show me different things. She was hesitant to show me her breasts. She explained how the weight loss had taken its toll on them. Reluctantly, she showed me. While I thought she was gorgeous either way, she was right. The radical change to her body had done wonders in other places, but the opposite was true in others.

One day, after having been absent from Yahoo Messenger for a few days, she hopped on and said that she was sorry that she had been away. She said that she had had some surgery and wanted to show me something. She turned on her webcam and proceeded to take off her shirt and bra to show me that she had gotten breast implants. Like I said, I thought she was beautiful before, but now every inch of her body was perfect. She would definitely be causing heads to turn everywhere she went.

She told me that I was the first to see them and that she hoped I would see them in person someday. We exchanged phone numbers and within a day or two she texted me to tell me that she was in town to pick up her husband from the airport. His plane would not be coming in until the next day. She had gotten a hotel room downtown and had nothing to do so she wanted to know if I would want to meet to have coffee or something. I agreed to the meeting, despite being nervous as hell.

We had planned to meet at Starbuck’s. It was my hope to get their first simply so she would have to come up to me as I was scared to death to have to come up to her. When I arrived, I was too late. I could see her standing at the counter waiting for her order, but I could really only see her from the side. As I approached the counter from behind her, I heard the kid working the register tell her how beautiful she looked. She said thank you and turned around to see me standing there nervously. My jaw nearly hit the floor. She was stunning! She wore a tight tank tope that amplified her already amazing cleavage. She was also wearing those sexy, cat-eye glasses that I absolutely love on girls.

We awkwardly hugged and I placed my order before joining her out on the patio. We made small talk for well over an hour. It was getting later in the afternoon—early evening. I asked if she wanted to go somewhere and get some dinner. She agreed so we walked a few blocks to a nice Italian restaurant where we had a nice dinner and a few drinks. We continued to make small talk for another good while before I finally paid the check and waited to see where things went next.

I nearly jumped for joy when she asked if I would like to go back to her hotel room and order a movie or something. We walked to her hotel and as we were going up the elevator, yet another guy commented on how beautiful she was. He looked at me jealously as if he knew what was going through my mind.

We entered the room and we both made ourselves comfortable on the bed. She turned on the TV and began searching the pay-per-view titles for a movie to watch. She could’ve turned on anything at that point—I didn’t care. She picked a movie and we began to watch. While I do remember the name of the movie, I couldn’t tell you anything about it as my mind was racing a hundred miles an hour.

We lay there for about forty-five minutes to an hour in silence—except for me getting up to go to the bathroom every ten minutes because I was so damn nervous. Finally, I figured it was now or never so I gently began to caress her cheek with the back of my hand before leaning over and kissing her. This lead to a very passionate make out session before I asked if I could finally see the work that she done.

She lifted her shirt over her head and I wrapped my arms around her back to unclasp her bra. I threw it to the floor, exposing the biggest, most perfect pair of breasts that I had ever been this close to. I asked if I could touch them or if they still hurt too much for them to be handled. She said that she had taken some painkillers as soon as we returned to the room so it would be fine. I gently placed my hands on them being very careful not to be too rough. However, she insisted that she was fine and such delicate care was not required. I continued to fondle her as we kissed, our tongues swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. I lowered my head and carefully licked her breasts, churning my tongue around her nipples.

She told me to lie back and relax. She removed her shorts leaving on the lacey, pink panties that she wore. She undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid down my zipper. She was somewhat surprised by the fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear, but this only slowed her a second as she took my cock in to her hand. She stroked it gently before lowering her head to give it a lick. She slid her tongue down the length of it stopping at the base to take my balls in to her mouth. She slid back up and whirled her tongue around the head before finally taking the whole thing in to her mouth.

It was pure ecstasy! I had never felt anything like this—the things she could do with her tongue! I desperately tried to recite baseball statistics in my head to keep from cumming too soon so that I could enjoy this for as long as possible. I gave the best effort that I could before finally exploding in to her mouth. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. She swallowed it all and smiled as she came up and rested her head on my chest. She must have been able to feel how fast my heart was racing.

We laid there for a few minutes. The entire time she was gently playing with my now soft cock in her hand. After a few minutes, I was hard again and she began stroking me harder. I tried to slide my hand into the front of her panties, but she cut me off and resisted my advance. I told her how bad I wanted to fuck her. She said that she wanted me too, but unfortunately, it was just not a convenient time of the month to do so. So she continued to just stroke my cock for a few minutes.

I was as hard as a rock; throbbing in her hand when suddenly, she stopped and excused herself to the bathroom. I hedged my bets and assumed this was simply and excuse to make preparations as she wanted to fuck as badly as I did. I reached down and took my wallet from my pants that were still lying on the end of the bed. I removed one of the condoms that I had bought on my way to meet her in hopes that something like this would happen. I had been so nervous about what this encounter would be like that I bought those condoms with the desensitizing lubricant to help ensure that you can last longer. I took one and placed it on the corner of the nightstand.

A moment later she returned from the bathroom, having removed the pair of panties that had blocked me from getting to her pussy earlier. She was ready, and so was I. She noticed the condom that I had placed on the nightstand. Standing next to the bed, she took the condom and unrolled it down my penis before climbing on top of me and guiding me in to her pussy.

We fucked forever—in every position imaginable. If it hadn’t been for the extended pleasure condom; I know I only would have lasted a couple of minutes, if not a few seconds. I eventually reached the point where I desperately wanted to cum, but the condom was working all too well. I knew that if I kept it on, I was never going to climax.

Remembering one of our more intimate conversations from Yahoo, I knew that doggy style was her favorite position so I asked if we could do that next. She happily climbed up on all fours and I took my position behind her, discreetly removing the condom in the process. We were facing the mirror so I could see the look on her face as I slid my now naked cock inside of her. She could tell right away what I had done, but didn’t seem inclined to care. I began thrusting harder and harder and told her that I was going to cum. In the slightest whimper, she said, “I want you to cum inside me, baby.”

That was the moment of no return as I thrust my cock one last time and pulled her as close I could by her ass. I unloaded inside of her before we both finally collapsed on the bed. We continued to lie there, now in the dark; kissing and fondling each other before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

We spent the entire next day texting back and forth about the encounter and how incredible it had been for both of us. Later that week, she told me that she was going to be coming back to the city to return her husband to the airport. She asked if she could stay with me once she was rid of him. At this point in time I had just returned home from college and was still living with my parents. I was too embarrassed to tell her, so I essentially just dodged the question and explained that I would be busy. Our messages became fewer and fewer over the next couple of days before just finally ending altogether.

To this day, I still think about this night and recreate it in my mind. About a year ago, right before my own wedding, I decided to see if I could find her. All I had to go on was a first name, an old cell phone number that was no longer in service, and the screen name she had used on Yahoo Messenger.

After some creative Googling, I managed to find her Facebook profile. I discovered that she was now living in another state as her husband had been reassigned. They were still married; apparently living much happier than she was at the time of our meeting. I sent her a friend request, but she never responded. I took this to mean that it was best to leave well enough alone. I still check in on her Facebook page from time to time. I have since learned that her son is right around my age and that her daughter, only a couple of years younger than me, is as gorgeous as her mother.

I wish that I could simply tell her how much that night meant to me, but I wouldn’t want to risk jeopardizing her marriage or my own. I am left with the lasting memory in the back of my mind and very few days pass that I do not recall that evening and wish that I would have met her again the following week like she wanted to.