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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

Some stories weren’t meant to end. They just waited until after hours to start again.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

one shouted. "Yes! Tell the one about the fox and the moon!" "No, tell the one about the girl who turned into a hawk!" She laughed, breathless and glowing, and dropped to her knees in the grass, letting them swarm around her. "Alright, alright," she said, brushing her windblown hair from her face. "But only if you promise not to fall asleep halfway through." "We won't!" they chorused, lying in the grass beside her. So she told them stories. Not of blood or battle, but of quiet bravery. Of kindness hidden in thorns. Of broken things that found new ways to shine.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

That was how she ended up with chronic health issues. She worked all year round and never allowed herself a single day off. Layla suddenly asked my mother, “What about your husband? Can’t he even take one day off for your child on Children’s Day?” My mother smiled bitterly. Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money.

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Steph retorted. “Why are you so annoyed?” Stella asked patiently. “I am not fine. I might be if you give that story to me. I want to do it.” “But that is practically impossible. I assigned the story, and all the arrangements have been made for Robert. You can’t get the story. I will assign you another story.” Stella said, getting back to her seat. “Haha. If you don’t assign me that story, I will tell the manager that you are favoring Robert because you have an affair with him. How will that sound to you?”

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.