Tiger followed me to the bedroom, eyes attentively fixed on my large, round butt cheeks, hypnotically swaying side to side as I slowly walked in front of him. I turned around to see him standing right behind me. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned down to kiss my plump pink lips. “Mmmm,” I lightly moaned, our lips smacking off of each other’s and our hands lightly exploring each other’s bodies. I ran my fingertips up h...

“That was a great class,” I said in a slight pant, rolling up my yoga mat and turning my head towards Vanessa. “It definitely was,” she agreed, drops of perspiration beading down her face, “what are you doing after class?” “I was going to head to the floor and do a quick workout,” I replied. My workout was almost exclusively a butt and leg workout meant to tone and fatten my butt for Tiger, but I didn’t tell Vanessa that....

Click The door to the hotel room unlocked as I swiped the key card through the slot. I opened the door and stepped inside the dark room to find the light switch waiting for me on the side wall. Flicking it up, the lights illuminated a generously sized room with a single king-sized bed and a view over the city. Off to the side was a bright, spacious washroom with white tile floors and a large mirror that reflected the larg...

It didn’t take long to finish cooking and the time it took for me to suck his cock just about did it. We sat down at the table; him fully clothed and sitting adjacent to me while I sat in my g-string and unbuttoned blouse with my one leg crossed over the other, inches away from his.   “This is so good, sweetie,” I said cheerfully; complimenting him on his cooking skills. “Thanks,” he replied bashfully, “I think I’m gettin...

I pulled into the driveway at about 4:30 pm after finishing work and checked myself out in the vanity mirror. I worked part-time as a secretary for an engineering firm, so on my off-days, I was running errands, doing household chores, going to the gym and doing yoga to stay fit, and going to the salon to have my nails done and vagina waxed. But today was a workday and after I checked my make-up in the mirror, I applied an...

“Almost ready to go, sweetie?” I said to him in a soft tone. He just stared at me with this deer-in-the-headlights look for a long second before coming to and replying, “Wow, you look really pretty, mom.” I smiled and thanked him. I hoped I looked really good because I spent a lot of time getting ready for him. We were going on our first official date that night. He’d asked me out earlier that week and was really adorable...

Saturday morning, I arrived home from yoga and checked in on him. He was just stirring, trying to wake up when he saw me watching him. Reaching out with his arms with a head full of sleep, he cried enthusiastically, “Mommy, come to bed!” “I can’t, honey, I’m all sweaty,” I protested, giggling. “I don’t care,” he proclaimed, “come,” throwing open his bed covers to invite me in. I relented with a smile and walked towards hi...

It started the end of March. Me and my friends had just gotten back from the Dominican Republic after an amazing Spring Break full of alcohol, partying, and lots of fun. But then the world ended. The Corona Virus was spreading quickly across the world and the United States in particular. I was a sophomore at the University of Florida and lived in a house with three girlfriends. All four of us were big into social media, p...

I knew the time would come when we’d have sex so I decided to go on birth control just in case. In the meantime, it was business as usual. I’d regularly tease him in my tight, form-hugging clothing; letting him stare at and grab my butt and breasts. I wore high heels more often, four-or-five inch ones, not the ones that barely get you off the ground, and began wearing fluorescent pink lipstick, which certainly got a rise...

Over the next few days, we’d keep a fairly similar routine. He’d get home from school and I’d greet him with a hug before giving him a loving blowjob in his bedroom, swallowing his semen, before starting in on dinner. There’d even be times where I’d give him a second round of head while in the middle of cooking. He’d be sitting on the counter with his hard cock out and his pants around his ankles, and I would just work aw...

I’ve been a divorcee for a little more than seven years, now with a sixteen-year-old son. The divorce was really hard on him and he became quiet and more reclusive; I think it was his way of coping with the stress. The last few years he’s been really quiet around me and we never really had a close mother-son relationship like I had always wanted. But that all changed. One night, I was finishing up with my bath and drying...

It’s Thursday and my alarm goes off signaling me to crawl out of bed. After going to the washroom, I saunter downstairs to get my cereal. I find a note from Cynthia telling me that she’s off to run some errands and to have a good day at school. She’s a sweetheart. Finishing up my breakfast, I take a shower and hop into my car to drive to school for another exciting day of mindless boredom. I get to the classroom and sit d...

It’s Monday morning and I drag my ass out of bed. I’ve decided to pick up an extra course over the summer and thankfully my school has a satellite campus in town. I make my way downstairs and find Cynthia in the kitchen reading some fashion magazine and sipping on some tea. “Hey baby!” she exclaims with a smile on her face. “Oh, you must be feeling better,” I say, as I pour my cereal. Cynthia had been dealing with period...

"James, come downstairs please," I hear Cynthia call out to me from the landing. As I make my way downstairs, I see her waiting for me in the living room, sitting on the couch with one leg crossed over the other. She's wearing a tight pair of ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt. "Have a seat, sweetie. I need to talk to you about something," she says cheerfully. "Alright," I reply, a little apprehensive. "So, about yeste...

Three days to go until I move cities and start university; just three days left. I lie in bed reflecting on what’s transpired this past summer. It has, by far, been the best summer of my life. I think back to all the sex I had with Chelsea, all the times I fucked her, her succulent tits, her toned ass, the sexual sound of her moaning. I think about the first night she wrapped her soft lips around my shaft and how I could...