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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

Fuck, I was rock hard, pre-cum leaking as I imagined her pussy dripping for them. She teased them all, one after another pressing her tits against one's chest, whispering something that made him grin, then dropping low to shake her ass right in another's face. The club was packed, people noticing, some guys leering, women shooting dirty looks, but Jessica didn't give a shit. This was our anniversary and the time for her to have fun, our shared kink on full blast.

My back was pressed against the wall, Alex’s hands landed softly on my abs. They glided up my torso and came to a stop on my chest, pinning me against the wall. My dick was standing straight up now, a big hard invitation into my pants. Alex’s hips pressed softly into mine, grinding upwards as our big dicks pressed against each other. I let out a soft gasp. Alex’s body pressed against me as his lips brushed mine. Our heads simultaneously gyrated and our lips locked. His hips kept grinding against mine as his hands rubbed all over me in our raunchy kiss. His moist lips seemed to ravage mine as I felt his wet tongue enter my mouth. My tongue met his and they rubbed and glided over each other as

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

The skinny girl had been replaced by a queenly woman. ‘No, never.’ Karen linked her hands in her lap. Beneath them she could feel the ridge of the briefs that barely covered her pubic hair. Already the crotch was wet with her juices, her belly aching for love. This was the effect Tony had always had on her.

I was trembling, a mix of primal terror and a desperate, shameful need that made my pussy throb in time with the moon's pulse. Kane knelt between my knees, his golden eyes locked on mine as he guided his massive, velvet-wrapped steel to my entrance. He didn't tease. He didn't ease me in. With one brutal, possessive lunge, he buried himself to the hilt. The air left my lungs in a sharp, jagged cry. He was too much too thick, too deep filling me until I felt like I was stretching to the breaking point. He began to move, his strokes long and punishing, claiming every inch of my internal space.

He pumped once, twice, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision. “More coffee, Mom?”. Randy asked in a perfectly casual voice but he didn't stop as his fingers were working me under the table while his thumb pressed harder and faster. “No, thank you, sweetheart”. My mother said and then turned back to her husband, and launched into a story about their honeymoon plans. My thighs trembled and a moan built in my throat, but I coughed to cover it. Randy's fingers curled inside me, hitting every sensitive wall. I was about to come and I would do it right there, at the breakfast table, while my mother discussed travel itineraries.

I sucked on his tongue pulling him deeper, tasting the whiskey and that distinct musky flavor of him that was so intoxicating. I met his hunger with my own, our kisses wet and messy, sounds of our mouths meeting and separating echoing in the silence of the office. He groaned low in his throat at something I did and the sound traveled straight down my spine and settled between my legs and I felt myself clench around nothing and the wetness soaking through my underwear was humiliating and I did not care at all. My arms wrapped tight around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape, pulling him closer, wanting to eliminate every inch of space between us.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t