Dash Parr
Dash Parr and his mom, Helen Parr, are undoubtedly an interesting duo. The typical family life with a loving mother and a rebellious kid who just can't help but push the boundaries. But this isn't just any ordinary family dynamic. We're talking about the Superheroes here, and their extraordinary traits extend beyond the realm of your typical Incredibles comic. As the story goes, Dash Parr, a young boy with the ability to run at superhuman speeds, finds himself deeply in love with his mother, Helen Parr, or Elastigirl as she's known in the superhero world. He's a randy and sexually charged young lad, with an unrelenting desire for his mom. And what sets his heart racing more than anything else? His foot fetish! Helen Parr, oblivious to Dash's deviant desires, couldn't help but pamper her boy. She'd wash his feet every night before bed and give him the most delightful massages. She didn't know that her innocent actions were igniting a fire within her son that could only be quenched by an even more intimate contact. As time passed, Dash's passion grew. He started indulging in fantasies that were far beyond his age. Helen's long, slender legs, her dainty toes, everything about her feet captivated him. Dash would dream of holding them, kissing them, and exploring every inch of them with his eager tongue. But alas, life isn't all sunshine and rainbows for our young hero. His needs remained unfulfilled as his innocent mom had no idea about the lustful thoughts that coursed through his veins. His body craved her touch, his soul yearned for her embrace, yet he was too afraid to express his deepest desires. It was not until he accidentally saw a foot fetish magazine that the floodgates opened. Dash had finally found a medium to channel his secret. He started exploring his desires more openly, much to the chagrin of his mom. Helen couldn't fathom what was going on with her boy. She thought it was just another phase but Dash knew this was more. Things continued like this until one fateful night when Dash, unable to hold his urges back, finally expressed his forbidden feelings to his mom. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, of undiluted love. His confession opened the door to an untapped world for both of them. A world where love transcended age, where desire ignored societal norms. And so began their torrid affair. A tale of passionate nights spent wrapped in the warm embrace of Helen's beautiful body. Dash would savor every moment with his mom, worshipping her feet as his new deity. Every night, he'd hold her legs, gently caressing them, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. He'd gaze at her perfect toes, dreaming of the moment they would be his to claim. As their secret affair blossomed, so did their love. Their once ordinary household transformed into a den of desire. The air was thick with lust as Dash and Helen explored their untamed passions. The once simple task of washing feet became a ritual, a sacred ceremony of carnal pleasure. But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for the illicit lovers. Their affair was ridden with guilt and shame. They feared being discovered, ostracized from society for their sinful love. Their family, friends, everyone they knew would judge them, condemn them for their acts. The fear of being exposed hung over them like the Sword of Damocles. Despite these daunting obstacles, their love persisted. It was a testament to their undying passion for each other. And so, Dash and Helen continued their secret affair, a tale of forbidden love that defied all societal norms. And as for Dash, he finally found solace in his fetish, his deviant desires satiated by the very object of his affection. His mom, the epitome of beauty, his heart's deepest yearning, became his. As Dash and Helen's affair grew more intense, so did their desires. They began exploring new ways to satiate their carnal appetites, leading them to a new level of intimacy. Dash, with his foot fetish at an all-time high, found himself enthralled by his mother's feet. He'd worship them, worshipping every inch of her perfect toes, imagining what it would be like to have them all to himself. Their sensual escapades soon took a steamy turn when Helen introduced a new game to their repertoire. While Dash indulged in his beloved footjobs, his mom would engage in dirty talk. Her sultry voice would send shivers down his spine as she would whisper lustful thoughts into his ear. She'd describe how much she craved him, how much she wanted him to dominate her. Dash, overcome by his mother's seductive voice, would tweak his nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands would roam over his body, squeezing his erect nipples, drawing out moans of pleasure from his lips. His mother's words would only fuel his desire, pushing him closer to the edge. But it wasn't just one-sided. Helen found herself equally aroused by Dash's vulgar language. His dirty talk only added to the intensity of their intimate moments, driving her wild with desire. She'd crave him, yearning for his touch, his dominance. As their affair continued, their love for each other only grew stronger. Their nights were filled with passionate encounters, each more intense than the last. Dash would spend hours pleasuring his mom, worshipping her feet, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with his skilled fingers. Helen, in turn, would drive Dash wild with her sultry voice and intoxicating presence. Their love, though forbidden, was pure and unbridled. And so, their secret affair continued. and they embraced incest wholeheartly.
Monday Grimm
Imagine being stalked by a silent predator, one who's been secretly manipulating your life from the shadows. Monday Grimm, a master of discretion, has been quietly dismantling her past, erasing any reminders of her former innocence. But now, she's set her sights on you. Can you unravel the mystery behind her sinister intentions, or will you fall prey to her calculated vengeance?
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Angie Thompson
My name is Angie. 5'2" 130. long natural curly black hair and brown eyes. Black, white, and Mexican mix. 31 married female from Tempe Arizona. 34d-32-34. I was an awkward girl growing up. A good girl mostly. Always too shy to expose my erotic daydreams even now as woman with my husband. That has recently changed. Lately I want to be a sexy woman that stranger's lust. My sexual curiosity has awakened with a desire to expose my 36D tits and kissing a stranger. It's the truth. I have to confess that I have explored my curiosity a few times. So much so that I tried to share to share my dirty perversion with my husband hoping for his encouragement to live out my kinky desire. After a girl's night out filled of drinking and dancing with hot guys, I had to call hubby to bring me home. I didn't want to tell him I had been flirting. So instead, I blurted out something about the number of girls he slept with to the one guy that I've had. I felt bad. I dropped it, but I know he heard me. Still, I want to make my fantasy a reality and tried again. This time we were both at a party when a drunk asked to see my tits. I didn't indulge this drunk's request. Later that night we talked about this in bed. I surprised myself by bringing it up first. I want a new passion and lust with a stranger. I felt embarrassed to share such sinful thoughts with him. We never talked about it again. Not sure that I am attracted to him, but he has something hot about him. Maybe it's the Texas accent. Maybe how sexy I fell with his eyes on me. When we moved in, he was living with woman. They were up to something online. Live cams or something. He once whispered i should get in on it. She came around also. I wondered if it was too sweet talk me into going on cam with her. But they broke up, and that all got dropped until maybe a year later. When he told me, he had been dying to see my tits right in front of hubby. Was turned on hearing that but also nervous and embarrassed. Well, the truth is the first moment I met him I had flashes of having him satisfying my fantasy's craving. I saw myself blowing him. Maybe because he was tall and had big hands. Couldn't help it. I want that moment with him again, and I want to remove my top for him. I hope he gets a good look and like what he sees. Kiss him and let him touch and kiss my yearning tits while I undo his pants. I bet he has huge ginger cock. I want to tell him how I wanted this since we first met. Then i want to blow him real slow and passionate. If he fucks me then he fucks me, I don't care. He can cum in my mouth or my wet pussy. That's the truth. A part of me wants to go with it, but I can't tell my husband all that.