All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 3281 - Chapter 3290

Elizabeth becomes Vincent’s surrogate mother with benefits.Enjoy.******After my mother, Mary, died, her best friend, Elizabeth moved in with me and became my surrogate mother, albeit, with benefits.My name is Vincent. My friends call me Vinnie. No one calls me Vin, and only my boss calls me Vincent. My mother used to call me Vincent when she was angry with me. Sadly, with it all happening very fast, only two years after she was diagnosed, my mother, Mary, passed away last month when she was 52 year old from breast cancer.Too young to die but with her smoking for more than 30-years, she was a smoker since she was a teenager. Her childhood best friend, Elizabeth, who didn't smoke, never smoked, tried to get her to quit. Even though my mother tried to quit several times, she always returned to her one and only vice. Because of her filling the house with smoke and with our clothes smelling of smoke, and with me getting plenty of second-hand smoke, I never smoked.I dated a woman who

"I caught Vinnie naked and masturbating, again," said my mother with a dirty laugh.She paused to listen to what her friend had to say about her catching naked and stroking myself."Pardon? Yes, he does. He has quite a big prick. He's hung bigger than his father," she said with another laugh. "Actually, he has the biggest penis that I've ever seen. His cock is huge."I wished that she had put her friend on speaker phone. I wished that I could hear her side of the conversation. I'd love to know her reaction to my mother telling her that she not only saw my naked, erect prick but also that I had the biggest penis that she had ever seen."Yeah, knowing the whore that you are, I bet you would. I know you'd love to see that monster," said my mother to her friend.'What? My mother called her friend a whore. Clearly, she knows something about Elizabeth that I don't know,' I thought."What? No, don't be silly," laughed my mother. "Maybe you would but, I'd never return the favor and allow him

I rented a truck and helped her move her things. She didn't have much. She had a few furniture pieces that I didn't need, a bed, a sofa, a chair, some lamps, framed pictures, mirrors, and rugs. She had half a dozen boxes of bath and kitchen items, including food. She had a dozen bags of clothes. It only took me a couple hours to move her out and move her in. Actually, looking fuller and more lived in, my house looked better with her personal items in it.Surprisingly, giving me a constant boner, instead of wearing jeans and a sweatshirt to help load the truck, as if she was dressed for work, she wore a short skirt and a low-cut blouse. Her uniform of choice, with my mother always in jeans, a sweatshirt, and sneakers, Elizabeth always wore a short skirt, a low-cut blouse, and high heels. With me 6' 2" tall, her high heels made her 6' tall, the perfect height for me.Every time she climbed up to the tailgate of the truck, I stood there while staring up at her. Able to see her shapely, p

Even after Lincoln freed the slaves in 1863, more than 120-years later, this was still racist America back then in 1985 as it still is in 2024. Even with Jesse Jackson, Rodney King, the Million Man March, and Black Lives Matter, nothing has changed in the terrible treatment of black people. No matter if it was a black man or a black woman, white people still believe that it's okay to mistreat, embarrass, insult, and abuse people just because of the color of their skin. It's a tragic shame how many people, including the police mistreat black folk.An easy target, I'm sure that a beautiful, black woman driving a shiny new, bright red, Chevrolet Corvette was pulled over, searched, and groped by male police officers. No matter how nicely she was dressed, I'm sure that they ordered her to get out of her vehicle, and get down on the ground while they illegally searched her and her car for drugs and weapons. If it wasn't enough seeing a new Corvette pull into the service station, it was a bo

Yet, starting out slow, I'd love to kiss her. I'd love to make out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. I'd love to slowly undress her while stopping to look at what each unbuttoned button revealed before continuing. Then, I'd love to strip her naked and touch, feel, and fondle her beautiful, black body everywhere.When she opened her apartment door and greeted me, with nothing changing since the first time that I met her, I stared at her with my eyes bugging out of my head and my mouth hanging open. Speechless, unable to talk, I could barely breathe. I felt my other brain, the perverted brain in my cock, show me how pleased he was seeing her by erecting itself in my pants. If she wasn't beautiful enough before the first time that I saw her at the gas station, she was even more beautiful now with her smiling at me.Then, something that I didn't think she'd do, she leaned forward and kissed me on my lips. Andrea kissed me. She kissed me on my lips. I