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Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

She wanted me to slap her tits and spit in her mouth. “I was never this person when I was alive,” she confessed one night, covered in sweat and cum. “I held it all back. I was scared you would think I was disgusting. But now I don’t have to hide anymore.” I should have been disturbed. Instead, I was addicted. This version of Claire was alive in a way the old one never was. She started recording us. She made me watch the videos while she sucked me off, describing every filthy detail. She wanted gangbangs but promised to start slow. First she brought home a female friend for a threesome. I watched them eat each other’s pussies before they both took turns riding me.

She then slowly did a graceful handstand and ended up in the splits, I think to let me know she was not out of shape, fat mom, but a hot, vital passionate, and curvy 30-something woman who knew how to please a sex partner! She sat at the edge of the enormous king-size bed, her chubby legs slightly spread, revealing a neatly-trimmed dark black bush that perfectly matched her thick head of hair. She smiled thinly and said a little shakily, “You want some?” pointing down at her pussy, seeming to realize what was about to happen. Getting more confident and thinking I might blow this, I said, “Yes, I’d love to make love to the most beautiful woman to ever take her clothes off in front of me,” rem

Tell me your darkest fantasies. "What! I'm not admitting to shit." "Come on, tell me," he urged, laughing. Axton's laughter was one of the most beautiful I'd ever heard because it was light and a sharp contrast to his baritone voice. "Okay, let me tell you mine," he continued. "When I was a young, horny bastard, my biggest fantasy was getting a massage from three-breasted women and they only massaged me with their boobs." I doubled over and whizzed with laughter, falling off the bed. Axton cackled and lifted me, wrapping himself around me.

“Look at this greedy cunt Freya still open and leaking after I stretched you so wide. I can see my cum bubbling out every time you clench. You like being this filthy for me don’t you baby.” My breath hitched hard and I grabbed onto his shoulders digging my nails in as fresh heat rushed through me. “Your fingers feel so good spreading your cum all over me but I am so sensitive right now Riot every little touch on that tattoo makes my pussy flutter and squeeze. I can feel your load inside me still warm and thick and it is making me want more already. “ “God this is so nasty I thought how he has me sitting here legs spread on his counter covered in his cum with his name permanently inked next t

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

“Sorry doesn't cut it, girl. This is grounds for immediate termination. Public indecency on company property? You're lucky I didn't call the cops.” Tears pricked my eyes as I crawled closer, grabbing the edge of his desk. “Anything, sir. I'll do anything to keep my job. Please, just give me a chance.” His expression shifted, there was a predatory gleam in his eyes. He stood up slowly, towering over me, and unbuckled his belt with deliberate clicks. The zipper rasped down, and he yanked his pants open, pulling out his huge cock…thick and veined, already half-hard and swinging heavy between his legs. It bobbed inches from my face, the musky scent hitting me like a wave.

"Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous." Bridget snorts, swerving around a slow-moving truck. "Girl, you need to get laid. Seriously. You need to get that pussy fucked and handled the proper way. It’s been over two years since you left the dating world and allowed a man to actually handle you. Your subconscious is literally staging a protest. You’re dreaming about ink because you aren't getting the real thing." "I'm not that desperate," I laugh, though the heat in my cheeks says otherwise.