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⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

An argument leads to a mother and son becoming much more. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. ***** --1-- I'm writing this because I think other people can learn from my experiences. This happened about fifteen years ago, in the early 2000's. I'm not going to be more specific than that. I don't want to hurt the people...truthfully the person...that I love.

WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞 This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Only for 18+ readers. Cassandra never thought she would enjoy this kind of sex whatsoever. The women were literally in pain and were crying and she wondered how anyone could consent to be punished in the name of sex.

I bent her over the sturdy wooden bench, kicking her legs apart and ignoring her breathy gasp. “Look at this creamy little pussy,” I growled, spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands. She was soaked already, her juices already coating her inner thighs. “Dripping like a desperate whore for your stepbrother’s cock." I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slippery slit, teasing her swollen clit before slamming balls-deep inside her. “Fuuuuck!” Katricia cried out, gripping the bench tightly. “Shit… so fucking tight,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. Her walls clenched around me like they never wanted to let go.

or, you know, life. It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The one that has no actual plans attached to it and consists of “well, weed is legal now in some states” and “I know some guys.” And it’s okay that even at thirty-eight, he’s still so good-looking that the clerk at the front desk looks like she’s in a bit of a daze from his focused attention. I know the feeling, sister. It’s how he got me pregnant at sixteen.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. . "Cassie's POV" . I slumped lower in my seat during Professor Roll’s lecture, doodling absentmindedly in the margin of my notebook while trying not to think about the email I’d received that morning.

Perhaps I was one of them. The lecture was deeply rooted around oral s*x. However, my dearest reader, don't misinterpret me. When someone becomes a professor in literature beyond forty years, his or her brain begins to get coitus. Periodically, I usually say, ‘older we get, the nastiest we become.’ That reminds me of this bald pornographer who usually gets hard each time he sees a pretty lady. Drop that. Do you recall what Jane wrote in her exotic work about so called, ‘the elderly?’

“I’m… excited. And a little bit like I’m going to throw up.” He smiled, a genuine, relieved smile this time. “Me too.” He moved to sit beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Their knees brushed, a jolt of warmth passing between them. “So, uh…” He gestured vaguely at the bed, then the condoms. “Where do we start?” Adeswua let out a soft giggle, her shoulders shaking. “I don’t know. I read some articles. They said… kissing is usually a good first step.”

The lock clicked a sharp sound that seemed to echo in the sudden silence of the room, cutting me off from the rest of the world. It was just us now. True to be told, it had been a long time since I had truly felt alive. It had been ages since I had cum, since the last time we had sex with David before we broke up. Since then, I had found myself burying my hands between my legs, fingers tracing the slick folds of my pussy when the need became unbearable, desperate for me to release. I would fantasise about someone anyone taking me, filling me, making me scream. I imagined the heat of a stranger's body, the roughness of hands gripping my hips, the sudden, violent thrust of a cock buried deep i