Marie just left the coffee shop, happy to have finished the 8 hours of work that felt quite boring. Boring meant bad business, but it was good for her to have an easy day. Outside, it was warm and smelled like cinnamon, but she also sensed a strong, erotic fragrance. Sweet and heavy, raw and passionate. The softly spoken "Hey, beautiful" made her turn around, and she suddenly remembered how she knew that smell of figs and...

I woke up at 7:30 AM sharp, having had the best night's sleep that I could remember. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror; these rosy cheeks really suited me, I thought. As I jumped in the shower, I reflected on everything that had happened these past few months, and especially last night. Had I really masturbated alongside my own son? My flesh and blood? It felt almost like a dream, totally surreal. And yet, the s...

Three months had passed. Three full months. After that salacious week of sending my son selfies, knowing he would jerk off to them, and sinfully touching myself to videos of him doing exactly that, everything suddenly stopped. I had tried to continue what we started, but he wouldn't even reply to my messages and photos until after school, and even then it was mostly a casual acknowledgment. Don't get me wrong; Omri was st...

It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. The week had flown by. I started out on Monday simply sending Omri photos of my face, which I knew he'd have his naughty, perverted incestuous fun with. On Tuesday, I was just about to text him while having lunch when he sent a message instead. "Hey mom, what r u up to?" I typed out I was having lunch, but then deleted the message; I...

The next two days passed without incident, and gave me time to process everything that had happened. While it wasn't great that my son was lusting after his own mother and tributing cum to her at night, I decided it was ultimately harmless. I figured it was a phase and he would eventually grow out of it. I worried that confronting him would push him back into his shell, which he had just recently started to emerge from. I...

⁤It all started on a typical Thursday morning for Kendra Russo. ⁤⁤She got out of bed as usual, being cautious not to wake Cameron, her husband of sixteen years, who was still cuddled up under the blankets. ⁤⁤She paused for a moment to look down at his portly form, a stark contrast to her well-maintained physique. The room was filled with the unpleasant sound of loud snoring, which had become an all too frequent soundtrack...

“Let me guess. You’re hungry. You’re tired. You want to eat and then crawl into your truck and go to sleep.” Ben looked up from his menu. He wasn’t annoyed by her tone, but was somewhat surprised by the accuracy of her statement. Somewhat. It was a truck stop, after all. And he was a long-haul trucker. As were probably ninety-nine percent of her customers. The odds were in her favour. However, he was surprised by her appe...

On the way there, I was planning how I wanted to do this. I knew I wanted to avoid their bed but what else would that dildo stick to? I guess I could just experiment a bit. I was going room by room in my head as I drove. Kitchen, the stools would work, I thought. The island countertop? Yes, it would stick, but did I want to get up on the counter? I didn't think so. The fridge: it would stick. Next was the dining room. I d...

"We don't have to post it if I'm terrible.""You are going to do amazing, Honey."I shook my arms to calm my nerves. "I need a distraction before I lie on the bed."A few feet away from me in my hotel room, Barb continued developing the mise-en-scène for my debut performance. "Set up your account on the website while I prepare the lights and camera for your action." Similarly to yesterday in her room, she dragged the top cov...

"I didn't watch that particular video. I am pretty sure it was yours, though.""There are many available on the internet, Honey. Different days, different camera angles."As the tintinnabulation of coin jingles and slot machine jangles harmonized around us, I observed the woman eating lunch with me at our table in the sandwich market. She was clearly abashed about her online activities."Barb, I think it's cool."She blinked...

Las Vegas. For a supermarket managers' conference.It was only Day Two of four, and I was already bored.I had visited the city on dozens of previous occasions, but I had never been to this vacation destination with Jacob. So I thought that accompanying him on this work trip would be a fortuitous circumstance.So far, my boyfriend was having a ball spending his packed days learning about ethical innovations in fresh food dis...