LOGINDropped him at the station with barely five minutes till the last train. We did the proper distance thing on the pavement. Some drunks went past singing. Nothing changes.'Thanks for the lift, Mum,' he said loudly as some tourists walked past. Had his railcard ready on his phone.I kept my cool. 'Text when you get home safe,' I said in my best mum voice, then when they'd gone, 'You little shit. Next time I'll make you call me Mummy while you're inside me. See how you like that.''Deal,' he grinned, then dashed for the train as the doors were closing.As I drove home, could still feel him inside me. David would be waiting, glass of that bloody Merlot he drinks just to wind me up. Always quoting that Sideways film - "I am NOT drinking fucking Merlot!"
William squinted through the fogged glass, then his eyes widened. 'Fuck yes I see him.'I laughed softly, deliberately grinding down on him in a way that drew a strangled groan from his throat. I angled myself...bit awkwardly, mind, to give our peeping Tom a better show, rolling my hips all slow and... well, you know... deliberate-like. Bit performative, but what the hell.I turned to look directly at our watcher, maintaining eye contact as I rode William harder. 'Our friend seems to be enjoying the show,' I murmured, noticing with amusement that they'd now moved a hand to their crotch, wanking furiously through their trousers. 'Probably a Fellow from King's. They're always the perviest.''Have you done this before?' William asked. His hands were on my t
Drove to a quiet spot by the river. Trees hiding us a bit. Just the odd cyclist going past now. Some tosser had left a punt pole against a tree. Probably fell in. Happens every summer - pissed students thinking punting's easy, ending up soaked while tourists laugh at them.'Sure we won't we be seen?' William asked, glancing around nervously.'Only if someone's proper looking,' I said, killing the engine and lights. 'Most of the faculty have shagged here anyway. Like formal hall but with orgasms.'His eyes lit up. 'That makes what we're doing even more...''Forbidden?' I supplied, running my nails lightly up his thigh. 'You're getting quite the education, aren't you? First wanking you off on that crowded train. Then under the table at The Eagle while
Shakespeare droned on. Fairies mincing about, Bottom being a tit. Meanwhile William was feeling me up like he was defusing a bomb. Terrified of getting caught but desperate to get inside my knickers. Not that it mattered, the audience was too busy chortling at 500-year-old jokes to notice the middle-aged woman getting fingered. Though if they did notice, half of them would probably take notes for their own relationships. 'Must try that at the next one,' they'd whisper to their husbands, who'd promptly spill their prosecco in shock.'Still exploring delayed gratification?' he murmured, circling but not quite touching where I needed him most.'The best narratives,' I managed, 'build tension gradually.''Like this?' His finger teasing my pussy.'Exactl
Right. So. The Cambridge Shakespeare Festival. Not exactly where I thought I'd be letting a fresh-faced Trinity College hopeful finger me during Act Three of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' at St John's College on a balmy July evening. But after our encounters on the train, that grope-fest at the pub where I'd wanked him off under the table while he tried not to spill his lemonade, and the quick fuck behind the cricket pavilion on Parker's Piece where he'd gone down on me with surprising skill for someone his age, it seemed like the logical next step. Proper academic progression. From public transport to public house to public theatre. The Bard would approve, the dirty old sod.*"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"* Indeed, Puck. Indeed.Christ, listen to me tryi
Three weeks since Grantchester. Since the woods and the stockings and the post-coital picnic. We'd done it twice more since then. Once at home whilst his mum was at book club. Once in our car on a layby near Ely. Getting bolder. Getting comfortable.Should've stopped there probably.The MS Teams departmental meeting's been going forty-five minutes. Could've been an email. Should've been an email. But Whitmore loves his own voice and apparently we all need to discuss the new professional conduct policy at length.Stop listening after five minutes.Phone message. Face down on my desk.Everyone else is muted. Brady presenting budget figures nobody cares about. Perfect.Flip the phone over. Message from Elliot. "Check your work email. ;) x"Switch to my computer email. New message. No subject. Attachment: video file.Whitmore's still talking. Brady's screen-sharing PowerPoint. Nobody's looking at their cameras. Everyone multitasking. Very academic. Very professional.Click the attachment.
"Got it." Before anyone could say anything else I hopped to my feet. "I'm gonna go ahead, see you in the car." The last thing I wanted right now was to have a moment alone with Elayne, without our parents around to prevent her from bringing up whatever the fuck was going on. Before stepping into th
Despite knowing that I absolutely should not be looking at any of this, I couldn't tear my eyes away, especially as her fingers slowly drifted upwards to gently pinch her nipples. My cock, which had already been stiffening, reached the point where I was forced to reach down and reposition in it my
"You're right. Sorry, Mom," Elayne said once she'd finished coughing and had caught her breath. Her eyes almost imperceptibly flicked over in my direction, but she didn't say anything to me.For my part, my mouth suddenly felt insanely dry. Holy shit. I was right. My sister was wearing a vibrator.
Introduction:In the soft glow of a family dinner, Erik's usual task of grabbing his twin sister Elayne’s grades takes an unexpected turn. Amidst the familiar chaos of her room, he stumbles upon a sleek, enigmatic remote—a gadget that seems to hum with untold possibilities. As his fingers glide ove







