SINFUL PLEASURES(steamiest erotica shorts)

I woke up no less confused the next day. It was Friday, and as a senior in high school, I had to get moving early. It wasn’t until I began to go through my normal routine that the reality of what had happened began to hit me.My mother had given me a handjob. The thought of it alone was enough to make my head feel hot. I pulled my clothes on and glanced out into the hallway, feeling a little mortified at the prospect of having to face her again on my way to the bathroom.I was embarrassed and ashamed, but not because of her. She was gorgeous, one of the most physically stunning women in the neighborhood. I remembered what I told her about my friends, the thing they would say, and realized that I had just done one of those very things.I was embarrassed because of something deeper than that. My very first sexual experience had finally happened, and it had been with my smoking hot, bombshell of a mother. It was hard to know whether I should be happy or filled with regret. I wouldn’t be

I couldn’t sleep. Dinner had been an awkward, uncomfortable affair though mom acted as though she was right at home with the strange new tension in the room. Immediately after I’d finished, I headed upstairs to take a shower and go to bed.Confusing thoughts filled my head, too many for me to put into order. More than anything, I felt guilty, guilty for doing such terrible things with my mother, guilty for betraying my father, and guilty for enjoying it so much.The house was quiet. Through my window, I could see the glow of the sky from outside, the crescent moon allowing a sliver of a white light to shine across my bed. The air had been just warm enough to convince me to go to sleep in my boxers, and I only had a thin sheet and a light blanket over them.Soft footsteps began to echo my way, followed by an almost inaudible knock on my door. I knew that it was her, and I knew why she had come.“Sweetie, can I come in?” Mom’s voice was so quiet that I had to strain to hear it. Slowly,

Mr Brook closed his eyes as he leaned back in the thick sofa cushion. A thin smile across his face as he touched her leg.The thin, red fabric of her dress was constricting in the warm house. Each deep breath she took made her skin press up against the dress.“S-so about that tea...” She muttered, her face flushed.Mr Brook opened an eye, “ahh yes, how could I forget.”The man groaned as he rose, giving her a friendly pat on the leg as he walked to the kitchen.Holly’s body was still quivering, she couldn’t believe what had just happened, and her mind was racing.She had been fighting boys off all evening. Her tight dress made her look like fresh meat in their eyes—but none of them had the grizzled bravado that Mr Brook’s had.When he came back with two cups, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. His white shirt was tight across his body—revealing his tantalizing abs and pecs underneath.She barely glanced at the cup of tea that was placed in front of her. After an entire evening of fen

Holly was covered in cum, saliva, sweat, and grool... And she loved it.A huge smile crossed her lips as Mr Brook stumbled back. “Th-thank you... Daddy.” She exhaled.The man wiped the sweat from his brow, filth dripping off his cock. “No, thank you slut. What a nice surprise this was.”He walked over, grabbing his clothes. “I’ll be off to bed now I think. Feel free to use the bathroom around the corner to clean up. Or sleep here on the couch, covered in filth if you so choose.”“Where do you want me, sir?” She asked, wiping the cum from her eyes.“If you sleep in the guest room, clean up first, but if you want to sleep on the couch... Well then, feel free to stay naked and covered in cum.” He said with a smile before going upstairs.Holly’s heart was racing and feeling the filth stain her innocent, delicate, teenage body was exhilarating. She stumbled back onto the couch, lying on her back and staring at the ceiling.The entire room smelled like love-making. The cum stayed on her fac

Tell him I do not need to eat with a brute such as him,” Victoria said when the servant came to her door.The servant’s eyes got wide as she tried to reconcile what Victoria was saying. It was not common for a woman to be in their home and it certainly wasn’t normal for that woman to refuse the King’s request to come eat.As the servant delivered the news to King Salinger, his face turned red with anger.“Fine! Let the girl starve then!”He had had enough of this woman and her tantrums. If she didn’t want to eat then she could sit in her room and starve for all he cared. He had a whole country to run and could not be distracted by this woman any longer.As he continued to eat his dinner the King noticed the food that the servants had placed for Victoria. The fresh strawberries and lettuce looked like it would barely sustain a child, and certainly not a full grown woman. Was that really what she wanted to eat?This woman was exasperating and he couldn’t think with her in his home. He c