So like two years ago my friends and I were standing around near a parking garage, this stunner of a woman walked down the stairs next to us in a short skirt, and we all of course took the opportunity to get a peek up the skirt. Afterwards we started wondering why a hottie in such a short skirt would walk down stairs that easily allowed a group of guys to see up her skirt, and my buddy mentioned that maybe she got turned on by the idea of teasing guys and having them look at her, and told us that the girl he was seeing was the same way.

Two years later now and he's still seeing the same girl. Nothing really clicked for the first year or so, but one day we were at her house and she bent over right in front of me, giving me a look down her shirt. Not remembering what my friend had said, I averted my gaze because it was my buddy's girl and I didn't want to be a creep, but then it dawned on me what he had said and I turned back and just ogled down her shirt. Not an amazing view by any means, cleavage and a peek of bra, but she's pretty cute and hey, free cleavage, right? I got in the habit of staring at her intensely any time there was something worth staring at, but was scared to let her catch me at first.

One day I was hanging out with my buddy before he went off to work and he mentioned that she had kept him up all night freaking out about how she didn't think she was attractive anymore and was having self esteem issues and wasn't happy with her body. We laughed a little about it because she has no reason to, it was just one of those "haha, women, right?" kind of moments. Eventually he heads off to work and I go home, but for some reason the whole thing about her liking to be stared at and desired popped up in my mind and I decided to pay her a visit. Headed over to her place and knocked on the door, it was my first time being at her home without my buddy present. She opened the door and I realized I hadn't planned a reason for me to be there, so I told her I was looking for her boyfriend and pretended I didn't know he was at work. I asked if I could come in and grab a drink of water real quick, and she let me in.

We sat down and chit-chatted for a few minutes about the heat and whatever bullshit as we each drank some water. I asked her what she was up to that day and she suddenly jumped up and was like "Oh yeah, I need to finish cleaning this place." and got up and went to the next room over. She was in tight jeans and bent over to pick something up. The angle was just right or something and her ass looked fucking flawless. I could not look away. She stood up and turned around and must have saw me staring at her ass and gave me a kind of smirk. She came back over and sat down with me and told me that she had noticed I'd been checking her out a lot lately, and that she liked it and I shouldn't be embarrassed. I feigned ignorance and acted like I didn't already know and, to boost her self esteem since she had been down, told her that I couldn't stop staring lately. She seemed to really like this and asked if I wanted to stick around while she finished cleaning, and distinctly remember her telling me I would have "the best seat in the house".

I took a seat on the couch and she told me she would be right back. She went up stairs and was gone for a few minutes and came back down in this godly American Flag bikini that made her ass look straight divine. It was the first time I noticed that she had killer tits, and she mentioned something about how maybe we could go swimming when she was done. I made a joke about how I didn't really feel like swimming but could find an alternative if she really wanted to get wet so badly. She let loose the sweetest giggle I've ever heard, walked over to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on her crotch for just a second, and said "I'm already there". And, damn, was she.

She got back to cleaning and I relaxed on the couch and stared and fantasized. She kept bending over right in my face, and at one point she was reaching for something behind me and basically went through me and smashed her tits in to my face in the process. As she finished cleaning I just sat there and kept telling her how good she looked in various positions and kept coming back with things like "You should see the ones I can't show you right now".

By the time she was done I had a throbbing erection that was clearly visible through my jeans. She came and sat next to me and explained that while nothing to her at hot as being looked at and fantasized about, she wasn't interested in anything that could compromise her relationship. I agreed, because her guy is very good friend of mine, and that was the end of the day's aventure, I went home and jerked off.

Over the next couple months any time I would hang out, she seemed to go out of her way to give me peeks of her panties, or bend over in front of me or whatever. It was cool, I didn't really expect or want anything more than that, but it always made hanging out with the two of them exciting.

Lately I've been really busy and haven't seen her or hung out with her boyfriend much. I got extremely horny last night and sent her a text about how much I missed her antics. I got no response all night and started freaking out about how maybe my friend found the text before she did and was convinced my life was about to get pretty fucked up. This morning I checked my phone and there was still nothing. All day long, nothing, I'm getting more and more anxious.

Then later in the day, out of the blue, I get a text from her that says "DO NOT TELL ANYONE", and then nothing. Freaks me out a little more and I start writing a response about of course I wouldn't, the fact that it's kind of our secret thing is really hot to me, etc. But before I can actually finish writing the text and sending it, I get another message that says "OR THERE WILL BE NO MORE", followed immediately by some picture messages. I'll go ahead and share them with you guys :)

It's weird that this is physically a nonsexual relationship but something about what we have going on here turns me on waaaaaay more than actually fucking a girl. Maybe I'm weird

Here's pic 1/5

Hotwives are the best wives. Who else would love to see their wife in a compromising position. 

Having clicked on links on boards here recently and in chat, I have seen certain darker images and vids of a nature I truly don't want to see. Not least because I am afraid I'll get a taste for it. I am concerned about the legality of my position. I don't do the limewire thing or any 'downloading' of any kind. But I feel compromised by having clicked on these links here on motherless and I would like to know where I stand legally. Genuine replies please.

I am a 55 year old widow whose son, now 24, was a year old when his father was killed, and the compensation from his death allowed us to have a comfortable life, one I did not plan for, but which is what it is now. I live together with my son in a pleasant part of a moderately-sized town, where I hold a position of responsibility. I am also part of the few percent of women who has an ongoing incestuous relationship with her son.
Our incestuous activity grew out of a very innocent and frank discussion we had one evening at the dinner table a couple of months before he was graduated from high school and just prior to his last prom of the year. My son was 18 at the time.
It started with a simple question about what intercourse was like. My son and I have always been able to talk fairly openly about most any topic, and he had often asked me to confirm notions about sexuality that he had heard either in class or among his schoolmates. On this occasion, he came straight to the point, and I explained as best I could, which is akin to telling a man what it is like to give birth to a baby. When I asked after a somewhat clinical and sometimes halting description if he "understood" from my explanation, he said, "Not exactly." I don't know if what I said next was born out of my own sexual frustration or out of compassion for the genuineness of his question or a bit of both, but I inexplicably and completely contrary to my normally staid demeanor asked him if it would help if he were actually to experience it. There was one of those pregnant pauses and the look on his face went through several transformations until he finally smiled, averted his eyes from mine, and asked with a sheepish grin, "What are you going to do, hire an escort to have sex with me?" My answer to this even surprised me.
"No, son. You would experience it from me. I don't want you to get some kind of STD from a perfect stranger. Physical intimacy is something to treasure, because it is the closest you will ever be ‘one’ with another person. Some say that a deep, physical bond allows a person to understand ‘God’ so much better, because He is supposed to represent complete love."
After his initial and understandable shock and embarrassment, he said somewhat shyly that he did want to experience it. To be certain, this was very awkward for both of us, but the door was opened, and we muddled through it. I said that it would happen under some very clearly understood conditions. First, he had to swear to me that he would never, under did any circumstance, reveal this to anyone in any traceable way, no matter what. We would also experience each other in total darkness (I did not want him to see my face when in the throes of ecstasy, if that were to happen, but rather, I wanted him to "see" me with his body). We were just going to have intercourse (I did not until several months on consider it "making love," which I believed would be reserved for his wife if he ever married). He agreed and we finished the rest of our dinner in a strained conversation, cleared the table, wiped the dishes, and then stood in the kitchen and just hugged with tender understanding. I could feel that he was trembling.
I told him that I would be waiting for him when I went to bed that night, and that he was just to enter my room, close the door, and feel his way to my bed. My heart was pounding when I said that, as I am sure his was also, for we were both blushing. He has what one would consider a "soft" and refined look to him, a bookish cut (he is bookish), and he is not a footballer or a great athlete, but he is tall and muscular, thinnish, not hard to look at. His skin is very pink and his blushing was obvious, as was mine, I'm sure.

That first time we had intercourse was awkward, to put it mildly, because, as he has since told me, he was confused about initiating anything that might hurt or disgust me, and I know that I was wondering if I had opened a Pandora's Box that I would regret despite all of the awkwardness, it was nevertheless turned out to be pleasant and exciting, considering that I had not slept with a man for nearly as long as he had been alive, and he had never experienced a woman sexually. And that we had entered a path most forbidden in our culture.
When he entered my room, he whispered, "I'm here," as if I didn't know it, and I whispered back, "Come to the bed. The covers are pulled back," and he crawled in ever so gently and lay down next to my naked body. He still had his T-shirt and underpants on, and I told him to take them off and lie next to me for a while. He did, and it felt wonderful. I then whispered to him to begin discovering my body with his hands, which he did with such gentle and tentative movements that I became as excited as when I had first made love to his father so many years ago. At first he began asking if he could do this or that, and I told him as softly as I knew how that he could do whatever he felt moved to do. Of course, he suckled my nipples and explored my vagina, at first very hesitatingly and then in response to my body's movements and cooing he became more confident. I, in turn, explored his body and discovered that his manliness was not tiny as it was in his boyhood, but it wasn't enormous, either. After what seemed to be a very long time, I encouraged him with tugs and quiet directives to get on top of me. My clitoris was throbbing, and I was more than moist. I was as wet as if I had just come from a shower of thick water. Then I grasped his penis and guided it into my vagina, telling him to push on in, which he did, again very gently and tentatively. He came almost immediately, or so it seemed, and it was as if he had been storing his load all his life, for it oozed from me in great quantities, even before he withdrew himself. All he whispered when he was lying next to me a moment after he had exploded was, "Wow, mom. That was so much more than you could ever have told me," and I caressed his face, saying, "And this is just the beginning, that is, if you want to continue doing this with me. You have much to learn."
I had come only once, but it was powerful, mostly because of the thought that it was so forbidden and because it seemed so new to me, too, as if it were the first time, as it was with my husband. I honestly had not been with another man for nearly 18 years, not because I didn’t want to, but because I could not trust any. My husband and I met in the agency in which we worked as partners, and I knew I could trust him. Our lives literally depended on each other’s trust.
The following day at breakfast table was awkward, too, since neither of us could do anything but give each other very furtive glances, mostly in silence, but that has since changed. He began entering my room when he had a need, rolled down the "blackout" screen to the windows if they're not already down, and entered my bed. My tubes are tied, so there was no worry about pregnancy. Besides, I was in the change. It was in the beginning of our relationship always pleasant, always satisfying, most always done in silence or with very few words, mostly guidance talk, yet always with tenderness and respect.
Within a couple of months, during the transitional summer between high school and college, something very unexpected happened: I began falling in love with him, and I believe he was falling, too. When we parted when he took off for college, we made some lovers’ promises to each other, and since it was only about an hour away, he did come home for week-ends, very regularly.

By the time he was a junior in college, I “gifted” him with light, and we began making love in the soft light of candles. But he was so used to the darkness, that he continued to “see” me with all of his other senses,” which simply heightened the sensation of everything.
Obviously our relationship has changed from parent-child to loving and respectful lovers, and oddly, our "in-the-daylight" relationship has grown steadily warmer and stronger. He has since been graduated and works in the small town on the outskirts of which we live in a comfortable home surrounded by a couple of acres. We now live as husband and wife, although our curious neighbors know us only as that secretive woman and her bookish son. In Europe or South America we live very openly as “husband and wife.” I simply cannot compromise anything about me while in the States.
I write to have a dialog with another mother who may also share the same or similar situation that is my present reality with my son.

(I made this confession last night, but I never saw it go through, must have been a glitch. Or do confessions take some time before they go up? Sorry if I'm being an idiot, I don't remember too well since I've only done this once before.)
I confess� that I�m at it again! Some of you might remember me writing erotica about Kelly, a close friend of mine. It was pretty well received, and I now have two more stories I�d like to share to ask for critique and such (and if you have any particular requests). So the first one is about a teacher I had a few years back (I had to change her last name, but her first name is the same). I hope you enjoy!
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The last day of the semester was finally here. I fumbled around with a pen on my desk, only half-listening to the very last lecture; nothing of importance would be said, since finals were over. Although I was happy that it was over, like my other colleagues, it was a bittersweet sort of happy. I enjoyed the class quite a bit, especially the teacher; something just clicked with Ms. Oshell. I learned a lot from her this semester, and her carefree personality helped everyone through some stressful times.
��and all in all, I hope you enjoy your summer and use the time wisely.� She concluded at the front of the class. She opened her mouth to utter one last note, but she was rudely interrupted by the bell.
�Oh! And would anybody be kind enough to help me pack the class away for the summer?� she struggled to speak atop the crowd of people forcing their way out through a tiny doorway. I found myself the only one still sitting at my desk, figuring that it was only fair that I help after scoring myself an A for the semester with her help.
�Danny!� Ms. Oshell grinned. She motioned me to join her at the front of the now-empty classroom.
Ms. Oshell was a bit older than me and about my height. She had clean-cut, shoulder length, light brown hair and blue eyes. She already had a light tan upon her usually fair-colored skin, no doubt taking advantage that summer had truly started a few weeks back with the sun getting brighter and hotter since the warm spring days.
�It�s nice to see you volunteer. I just need you to get these boxes over here. I�ll file some paperwork while you do that, but I�ll probably be finished before you are.� She directed. I nodded and got to work.
�Oh, it�s no big deal.� I shrugged.
�More than all of them are doing,� she rolled her eyes, �I�ll have to reward you after this.� She smiled and gave me a wink. I blushed a bit, but readily dismissed it. I was still storing away boxes, and just as she said, she was done before I was. She sat back with a cup of coffee, leaning against her desk, legs crossed. She stuck her hand in her pocket for a moment, then her eyes widened as though she forgot something.
�Ah, crap�Danny, can you help me find my phone?� Ms. Oshell asked. She fumbled around her desk with little luck.
�Maybe I left it in the other room�� she mumbled. I finally put away the last box, and decided to take a look around the room to help her out. I sorted through dozens of boxes, looked high and low. It only took me a few minutes to find it off to the side; it probably fell out of her pocket. I�d just wait until she got back to tell her!
I waited and waited�and she didn�t come back. I sat there awkwardly, not having anything left to do. I looked down at the phone in my hands. Not a bad model! I looked up once more. I shrugged, and although I wasn�t one to snoop, I was a bit curious. I turned the phone on, scrolled through this and that�pictures? Might as well have a look.
Pictures of her dog. Pictures of her friends. Oooh, pictures of the beach! Although I wasn�t one to usually act on this impulse, the dirty half of my mind took over. Perhaps there�d be some of her in a swimsuit?
Success! There she was, grinning for the camera in a dark red bikini. She was smiling with her friends, posing with them in some photos, in the water for others, and there were even a few that a cheeky friend took of her ass while she wasn�t looking. I blushed a bit at how well defined her rump was�
I kept scrolling. I was hoping for more bikini photos, but what I found next was the furthest from what I was expecting.
A full frontal nude! Ms. Oshell was grinning in the photo. Her breasts were small but nothing to jeer at, topped with perk dark pink nipples. She was neatly shaved in her privates, her dark pussy lips sticking out just the tiniest bit. Her body was on complete display; her build was somewhat athletic, well toned. The photo was obviously amateur, given away by its lighting and her home in the background.
My heart skipped a beat or two. I couldn�t say I never fantasized about her, going as far as to make her the star of my orgasm in my head through a few jerk sessions, but I never imagined her like this. My hand shook as I continued to flip through even more like this.
The next one was taken at an extreme angle. The camera was angled to be looking up at her. She was turned so the camera caught most of her right leg and asscheek, although her pose was that of walking, in which one could still see a glimpse of her left left and even her nipples. The next was a simple photo in which she leaned over to perfectly display her ass and her pussy lips between her legs. The next was her sitting in her bath tub! I was eager to see more-
�I�m back!� Ms. Oshell walked in.
�Sorry I took so long, I had to fax so- oh! You found my phone!� she smiled. PANIC! I tapped buttons as quickly as I could, but apparently I wasn�t as familiar with it as I thought. She approached casually, and I was visibly starting to freak out.
�Huh? What�s wrong?� she asked. She snatched the phone from my hand, and I knew it was done. I covered up my face with my hand, feeling humiliated, ready for punishment. She let out an audible gasp.
�DANNY!�
�I�m sorry, I�m so sorry, I just meant to play a game while I was waiting, an-�
�Bull!� she snapped. It felt awful to see her angry, especially after months of her sweet nature. However, her anger, thankfully, subdued.
�Don�t go snooping. Those were from back in my hey-day�� she sighed as she put it away.
�The date says they were taken a few weeks ago�� I felt the need to be sarcastic.
She flipped around and seemed to be struggling between a grin and a glare.
�And how is that your business anyhow? Snooping through your teacher�s personal photos, HMPH!� she snapped again, but with a grin on her face.
�Hmph! Horny early tweentiers, what are you gonna do? Liked what you saw, punk?� she was starting to tease.
�W-Well� yeah. I hope it isn�t awkward to say I think you�re pretty.� I stumbled, very cautious of what I said but somehow felt I was getting myself in a good situation.
�Oh, so you like older women?� she was still laughing, but just seemed a little more serious this time.
�Aren�t you seven years older than me?� I teased.
�Still older.� She crossed her arms. She looked around the room for a moment, then locked eyes with me for a moment, biting her lip and giving me the first truly serious look I had ever seen from her. Her next question seemed to barely be above a whisper.
�Did you really like those photos�?� she started to bite her nail. My God, this could be it! I nodded, breathing a bit more heavily, and she continued asking me questions as she went around the room, locking doors and closing shades.
�Single? Got a condom? You don�t have to do this.� She basically blurted.
�Uh, yes, no, and I�ll do it.� I blushed.
�Me too, I have the day-after pill, good.� She grinned. She took a deep breath and stood in front of her desk, tracing her finger along it. Only now did I really analyze her attire. A plain white blouse, red skirt, and black heels; her reading glasses were on her desk. Just as soon as I processed all that, she turned away, ass facing me, bent over the desk, and lifted her skirt up. She seemed to have caught my shocked face.
�What, want a written invitation? You know I could write a ten page one if I wanted to.� Ms. Oshell giggled. I blinked, grinned, and practically ran up to her.
�Oh wow�Ms. Oshell �� I grinned, getting an eyeful of her ass. She rolled her eyes.
�Call me Stephanie. I don�t want to be reminded I�m banging my student.� She told me. Just the way that rolled off of her tongue, it seemed so satisfying. I wouldn�t even question why she was so eager, because I must have been more so!
I hesitated for a moment, but got right to work. I pulled her red skirt down, which she stepped right out of. I ran my hand down her well-defined legs, down each muscle. She let out a soft moan, so I kept on progressing. I tugged down her panties slowly to get a nice view of her round ass and her puffy pussy lips. She reached behind and slipped a finger in; I only now saw her long, red-painted fingernails. She seemed to be a pro, but I didn�t dare say anything that may compromise this moment. Instead, I thought I knew just what would really get her off.
I kissed her hand to let her know I was there. I gently pulled her hand out, and she effortlessly complied. I took a deep breath, and stuck my tongue out. I took a long, deep lap of her pussy, trailing from her clit up, slipping my tongue into her pussy before pulling out to tease. She moaned loudly, letting me know how well I was doing. She wiggled her wonderful hips, begging for more. I had no issue with this.
I slid my tongue back in, deep as I could. She inhaled deeply, curled her fingers and toes, and even shoved my face into her with her hand. I kept on tongue-fucking her, licking her walls until she became soaking wet, at which point I focused my tongue on her clit and fingered her with my middle finger. I must have reached far enough, as she suddenly arched her back and stifled a scream when I hit one particular spot.
�Ooh, I think I found the elusive G-spot.� I grinned.
�Fuck, now�s NO time for teasing shit! Just fuck me, now!� she whimpered. I never heard her curse, or be so submissive, but both were a welcome addition.
I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall. I let my boxers fall as well. My cock was erect and upright. I was a bit confused, waiting for Stephanie to at least take a look. After all, she hadn�t turned around the whole time; she was still bent over her desk, staring squarely at the board. She must have read my mind.
�Just stick it in. I want to FEEL how big it is, not see.� She reported. I never heard a girl say something so hot before, let alone to me!
I positioned myself, placing one hand on her ass and using the other to guide my cock into her pussy. I was about to until�
�WAIT!� she called out, still staring ahead.
�Yes, Stephanie?� I did everything in my power to not sound annoyed; the last thing I wanted to do was get on her nerves.
�Um�could you�stick it in my ass?� she turned around. My God, it�s a dream come true! I saw that she had her glasses on (considering she wasn�t reading anything, she must have done that to heighten the student-teacher fantasy). She was blushing a deep red and looked down, looking humiliated.
�Aww, don�t feel embarrassed, it�s fine!� I grinned, being as positive as I could be and comforting her. She grinned now, locking with my eyes, and her adorable bright blush was still there.
�Yeah�I�m an anal virgin, so start gentle�� she was looking down again, her smile gone, now being more serious. I nodded.
I prodded her tight asshole with my finger. Her muscles involuntarily resisted at first.
�Just relax Stephanie, just relax�� I lazily rubbed her clit with my other hand. She moaned softly, sprawling her body across the desk. My finger found entrance into her tightness, and I wiggled around a bit. Her muscles clenched down on me, but now that I was in, I could slowly penetrate deeper and deeper. Soon, my entire finger was inside, wiggling around her most private parts. I grinned, slipping another finger inside gently, rubbing her clit a bit harder at the same time. She gasped at how she was being stretched, and she bit her lip, but her body was starting to accept it.
She rolled over a bit so she could get a good look at me , staring through her glasses. She practically glared, testing me. The entire stare-off, I kept fingering her tight asshole. She finally broke; her face turned to one of utter pleasure.
�God, I can�t keep a straight face like that�� she inhaled, and somehow got said straight face again. I took the opportunity to give her dirty talk.
�You like that, Stephanie? You like to have me fingering your tight asshole?�
�God, yes!�
�You want it?� I asked. She simply stared again.
�Fuck me. In. The ass.� She commanded. I was more than happy to comply! I pulled my fingers out and immediately rubbed the head of my cock against the tight entrance.
�I like it rough, baby! Go for it!� she turned her head and grinned, even giving a little thumbs-up. I grinned, took a deep breath, and slid my cock into her tight asshole.
�Ahh!� she panted. I slowly slid in until my entire length was inside her. I waited a moment, and she nodded, still panting. I saw her reach a hand down to rub her clit, but my rougher side would have none of that. I quickly grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back.
�Mmm! Yes!� she screamed, apparently REALLY loving it rough. I held both of her wrists in one hand, and used the other to switch between smacking her ass and leaving a distinct red mark and rubbing her clit. The entire time, I roughly fucked her tight ass.
Every thrust brought me closer to the brink than the last. I felt pressure building up, and wanted to know before it was too late�
�Er, inside or out?� I panted.
�On my ass�� she panted.
�IN your ass?� I misheard.
�NO! ON MY ASS! ON MY ASSCHEEKS! I WANT YOU TO CUM ON MY ASS!� she screamed out. At that moment, I hit the point of no return. I shoved my fingers into her soaking wet cunt, fingered hard and fast as I roughly rubbed her clit.
�Ah, Stephanie!� I moaned as I splattered my hot, sticky, wet cum all over her ass.
�Mmm, Danny!� clenching her head in her hands, feeling a world-shattering orgasm as her juices splattered against my cock and balls, dripping down in just the same way my cum was dripping down her legs.
�Oooh, God�� Stephanie panted. She reached down lazily into her desk and pulled out a few napkins.
�Want some?� she laughed as she wiped my cum off of her body. I laughed and took a few to wipe my cock as I tiredly got dressed again; she dressed back up as well.
�So�everything satisfying?� Stephanie teased.
�Yeah, but�� I blushed, teasing a little. She seemed annoyed.
�Well�I never saw your tits.� I stuck my tongue out.
�Yes you did. Those photos. Don�t get greedy.� She teased, winked, and blew me a kiss. I grinned, and was sorry to have to leave.
As I was ready to leave, Stephanie reminded me of one thing that truly got my blood to spike.
�See you next semester!�