I’m sitting on my sofa; the TV has the news on, but I’m not really paying attention. I’m waiting for my phone to buzz and play the message tone. My phone does buzz, but it’s not the message tone; it’s another alert for some sort of app. My excitement grows, then I hear the message tone. I grab my phone and look at the message. It’s from her. Mistress Hi. How are you? Me Hi, I’m good, thank you. Mistress So you want to exp...

We get back to the hotel lobby, waiting for an elevator. The whole walk home was excruciating, my cock throbbing with desire to fuck my mom’s arsehole. My favourite part of a woman was her arse, and as long as I could remember, I’ve always wanted to fuck one. Here I am, waiting for this slow elevator, moments away from fucking one—not just anyone, but my mom. The anticipation was almost unbearable. The elevator doors open...

I follow the satnav as we approach the city. Now, I begin to concentrate. I feel my mum's hand gently caress the back of my head. “You look incredibly attractive when you concentrate,” she tells me. “I need to concentrate, Mom,” I tell her, keeping my eyes on the road. “You did so well when you forced my head down on that big cock of yours,” she replies, knowing she will be smirking. “That’s because it was a straight road...

I’m lying in bed, reliving yesterday; I was still shocked. I couldn’t believe I had had sex with my mom. I know socially it’s wrong, but it felt so right, and not to mention good, very good. Reliving what had happened was having an effect on my growing cock. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stretch; I don’t bother putting on any clothes; just boxers will suffice. I walk down the stairs and hear the coffee machi...

They arrived at the luxurious hotel, where the weather was hot and the sky was completely clear. The remainder of the flight had been uneventful. Debbie advised Matt to get some sleep, as he wouldn’t have the opportunity to rest later that night. “Hello, welcome to the Five Palms Resort." “Hello, I have a reservation under the last name Simpson,” Debbie informed the receptionist. “Here are your wristbands. Would you like...

It was Saturday morning, and I'm sitting at the breakfast bar frowning at the television, the cup of coffee in my hand. I hear my mom's footsteps coming down the stairs, the creak of the floorboards under her feet. I can't believe anyone still believes the absolute rubbish spewing from the news anchor's mouth. I feel my mom's hand across my muscular back. “Morning, sweetie,” she says, kissing me on the cheek. “You’re up e...

Matt had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in front of the mirror applying moisturizer when his Ring doorbell chimed on his phone. He opened the alert and saw Debbie standing at his door; he felt his heart rate quicken. “Be right there,” Matt answered, “two seconds.” Matt wrapped a towel around himself and quickly walked downstairs and let Debbie in. “Hi, come in.” Matt held the door wide open for Debbie. “To...

Matt grabs his tool bag from the back of his van and walks towards the front door. Using the keys, he lets himself in. “Hello?” he asks loudly at the front door. He hears movement upstairs. “Oh, hey,” Debbie, his sister-in-law, says to him walking down the stairs, she gives him a hug, wrapping both arms around his neck. He feels her press her body up against his. Strange, he thinks. “I didn’t realise you would be around s...