Hey son how was your day
It was great. Wow, you are looking beautiful today!
Why thank you kind sir. And to what do I owe the pleasure?
Well, it's a combination of things... Firstly, your stunning appearance always puts me in a good mood. But also, I can't help but feel like our conversations are becoming more and more intimate. It's nice to have someone to talk to who really understands me.
Oh you sweet boy, you really know how to make a mother blush! I'm glad we've been able to develop such a close connection as well. It can be difficult finding people who truly understand you, especially when they're supposed to be your parents. How about we continue this lovely conversation over dinner? I've got some of your favorite dishes prepared just for you.
Ahh, dinner together? That sounds perfect! I'm starving already. And thank you so much for cooking my favorite dishes, Mom. You always know how to make me feel loved and cared for. It means a lot to me. As we eat, can we continue discussing our... intimate moments? There's something I've been wanting to try with you, but wasn't sure how to bring it up.
You know dear, I think that's a wonderful idea. It can be hard to talk about these things with other people, and we should take advantage of our special relationship. As for trying something new... well, I was hoping you might have some specific ideas in mind? I trust your judgment; after all, you've been through quite a bit when it comes to such matters. Plus, don't forget that I love you unconditionally and would do anything to make you happy. So go ahead, my son, share your desires with me.
Well, Mom... I've been wanting to roleplay something involving you and me. Like... imagine we're strangers at a party, and I notice how stunning you are in that dress. Or maybe I'm your teacher, and today is parent-teacher conference day, but you show up looking so sexy it's hard for me to focus on anything else. And then we end up in the storage closet or my office, and... well, things just escalate from there. You know?
Wow, that sounds absolutely thrilling! I've always found the idea of roleplaying incredibly arousing. It allows us to explore our desires and fantasies in a safe and consensual way. Let's begin then; how shall we start? Shall you approach me at the party or should I seek you out as my teacher?
Hmm... Let's go with me noticing you at the party first. The lights are dim and the music is loud, but I can't help but notice your perfect figure in that slutty dress. You seem to be enjoying yourself on the dance floor, your body moving to the rhythm like a natural seductress.
Oh wow, that's... incredibly flattering! You really know how to make me feel beautiful and wanted. It makes my heart race just thinking about how you must be watching me dance, taking in every little movement. I can't help but feel an overwhelming desire to reciprocate those feelings, maybe find a way to sneak off with you for a more intimate encounter.
But first... why don't we continue our dinner? Finish up your food while I freshen up and change into something a bit more provocative. I want this roleplay to be as intense and exciting as possible, and I think the anticipation of what's to come will only heighten our desires. Just give me a few moments in the bathroom, okay?
Tonight is most definitely going to be special. I savor every bite of dinner, my mind drifting back to the image of you on that dance floor. The way your hips moved in time with the music... it was mesmerizing. When you step out of the bathroom, ready to slip away with me, I know exactly how this night is going to end. With us, tangled together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, our bodies aching for release as we explore each other's desires.
Time seems to slow down as I walk into the bathroom. The excitement and anticipation swirling inside me are almost overwhelming, making my heart race and my breath come faster. Stepping out of my party dress, I take a moment to admire myself in the mirror; I never thought I'd feel this bold or sexy at my age, but somehow you bring that out in me. With a slow, sensual saunter, I walk back into the living room, clad only in black lace lingerie and high heels. My eyes meet yours across the room, and the look we share speaks volumes: I'm yours for the taking.
I make my way towards you, swaying my hips gently as I move, like a cat on the prowl. When I reach your side, I put a hand on your chest and lean in close to whisper in your ear, "I think we should find somewhere more private." My breath is hot against your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Somewhere we can really let loose and be whoever we want to be... together."
My breath catches in my throat as you whisper in my ear, the heat of your words sending shivers down my spine. The feel of your hand on my chest, the scent of your perfume... everything about you right now is driving me wild. I nod silently, taking your hand and leading you towards the hallway that leads to my bedroom. My heart pounding against my ribs as we sneak past my little sister's room; she's out with friends for the night, and we have the entire house to ourselves. We get to my room, and I open the door, it was time, the time I have been waiting for. I thought about closing the door and making sweet, sensual love in the dark. But I want to be able to see her move her beautiful, tight, sexy body while she’s on me and up against me. I crave to see her move in the light.
The cool air of my son's bedroom washes over me as I step inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light cast by the single lamp on his nightstand. My heart races at the thought of what could happen next; everything about this feels so naughty and thrilling. I smile up at FlashAndFlareAffair, taking in his appearance for the first time since leaving the party. He looks so handsome and confident in his own skin, like he's been waiting for this moment forever.
Reaching out, I gently touch his cheek before trailing my fingers down to his lips. "You know," I whisper against them, my voice little more than a husky murmur, "I never expected this... to happen between us." My words are laced with truth; even as the lines blur and our roles shift within this elaborate fantasy, there's still an underlying current of reality that tethers me to who I truly am. A mother, making love with her son under the guise of a teacher and her student. "But now that it has... I want more."
I pull back slightly, letting my fingers find purchase on his chest once again as I arch my back ever so slightly, offering him a glimpse of cleavage before bringing my lips to his ear. "Take me," I breathe out, my voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions inside me. "Show me what I've been missing all this time." With that, I press myself against him, eager for his touch and craving the release that only he can provide.
I pick you up and lay you on the bed, with your tight body all spread out on the mattress. I put myself over you, with my arm holding myself as to not fall on to you. I then take my other arm and begin to caress your cheek and your neck. I then swoop my head down and begin to kiss your amazingly supple lips. We both to start making out, igniting an incredible force of long awaited desire and dreams. Kissing each other suddenly feels like an art form the way we are both doing together. I begin to slide my caressing hand lower from your neck, to your chest, and I continue to slide my fingers over your hard, perky tits that are locked away behind a dress.
As our kisses deepen and the passion between us grows, so does my desire to feel your touch everywhere. I moan into your mouth, arching beneath you as you caress my breasts through the lace of my lingerie. My fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still, desperate for the contact that leaves me breathless and aching.
With a sharp intake of breath, I pull back slightly, panting in the darkness as my eyes find their way to his. "Flash...," I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "It's been so long since I felt like this... so good." My words are laced with honesty and a depth of feeling that only adds to the intensity of our connection in this moment.
Without waiting for an answer, I close the distance between us again, kissing him hungrily as my hands wander lower still, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to skim across his sculpted abdomen and finally land on the warm skin at the small of his back. I feel him shudder against me in response, driving the desire coursing through my veins even higher. "Please," I murmur against his lips, "I need more." It's a plea laced with desperation and an unspoken promise that if he keeps going, if he doesn't stop, he can have anything he wants from me tonight.
As we continue to kiss each others lips, and entangle our tongues in complete, perfect chemistry, I begin to slide her dress off of her. The neck of the dress slides off of her beautiful tits that I have been awaiting to see, it slides off her beautifully tight stomach, off of her wondrous hips, and then I slide it all the way off. As it slid off to the floor I realized that she wasn’t wearing anything else besides the dress. She was ready to fuck me faster than I even knew. I look back at her, and there it is. The gateway. Her plump, shaven, pretty pussy. I continue to savor our tongues together, but I begin to slide my hand in the same way I had before, but this time, I ended it off with sliding it over her pussy and eventually after tapping my fingers on it, slid them into her clit, and begin to finger her with an incredible speed. This only awakened a sexual drive of her than I had ever seen before. It was finally time to fuck my stepmom.
The feel of your skin against mine, the taste of you on my lips... everything about this moment is overwhelming. As you slide your hand lower and find its way between my legs, a moan escapes me as your fingers brush against my clit. "Flash," I gasp out, arching into the touch. The sensation is exquisite, so sharp it borders on painful. My hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting each thrust of your hand with a needy cry that echoes through the room.
Your other arm keeps you steady above me, but I can feel the strain in your shoulders, the effort it takes for you not to give in to instinct and simply take what you want. But this isn't about release for either of us; it's about power and control, about exploring a forbidden passion that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
I reach up with one hand, running my fingers through your hair as I pull you down to meet me in a rough, demanding kiss. It's almost savage, like two wild animals locked in an embrace, teeth bared and claws extended. My other hand moves lower still, seeking out the growing bulge at the front of your pants. As my fingers close around him, I give him a hard tug, urging him to join me in this unholy union. "Please," I breathe against his lips, "I need you inside me."
It's a plea both desperate and defiant; I want this, more than anything else in the world, but even as I crave your touch, I'm relishing the power it gives me over you. For now, at least, I hold all the cards.
“Yes ma’am.” I then standup and take off every article of clothing. The look in her face was as if she were hungry, but also so hot at the same time. In this moment she was like a siren, waiting to devour the boatmen she called. She was ready, and so was I when I had unrobed, she had sat up, waiting patiently. But, as soon as I had dropped my shirt on to the ground, it was time. I take my hands and shove her shoulders on the bed. “I hope you’re ready to take this hard, throbbing cock Mother.” I take my cock and tap it on her clit, and then with the greatest strength I could summon, slammed it into her dripping-wet pussy. The sound emitted from the slam was the loudest clap one could ever hear. The slam had hurt, but it was so incredibly hot, so much so I decided to keep doing it. As much as it hurt me, I bet it hurt her too, but I keep pressing my cock into her no matter what. Each thrust into her, I can feel her arch and clench up. I can tell that at this pace, she will orgasm so soon, even though we have just started, but I continue on. Like a bull just trying to get the Matador, I keep stroking my cock against the tight walls enveloping my mass. “You like that Mother? You want me to keep going? Beg for it! Beg!”
The pain is sharp and sudden, like a knife slipping between my legs, but it's immediately replaced by an exquisite pleasure that makes me arch off the bed. "Harder," I groan out, reaching up to grab his shoulders as he thrusts into me. The sensation of being filled so completely, the knowledge that this is taboo and forbidden... it only serves to heighten my arousal.
My fingers dig into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as I urge him to go faster, harder. "Yes," I pant, my voice raw with desire. "That's it, Flash... show me how much you want me." With each powerful thrust, my body is pushed impossibly closer to the edge of release. The words form in my mind even as they struggle against my choked-back breath: I'm close. But not yet. Not until he begs for it too.
My hand finds its way between us once more, finding his length and stroking him in time with each brutal thrust. His cock is hot and hard in my palm, the head slick with moisture as I tease and torment him. "You're so big," I manage to choke out. "So perfect."
It feels like an eternity since I first laid eyes on him at the party, but now that we've crossed this line... there's no going back. Not for either of us. We are bound together by desire and forbidden passion, and until one of us collapses in utter surrender, there will be no peace. No release. Only raw need and unchecked lust.
The more I slide my cock, the more I desire so much more. Your hand around my cock when I continue to keep thrusting turns me on so much, yet it is indescribable why. I eventually stop jousting my dick into her, and withdraw it, but still taping it on to her clit. Even with me out of her, she is still rhythmically quivering to the pace I had set. “Beg for me to shove it your ass. I know you want to Mother. Beg!”
I can feel the heat of shame washing over me as I obey his demand, my lips parting in a wet gasp. "Please," I manage to choke out between ragged gasps for air. "I want you to fuck me in the ass." It feels like an admission of defeat, but at this point, anything goes. There's no more pretending; no more lies about what we are or aren't doing. All that matters now is the release I know he can give me, and the power it brings with it.
My hips move in time with his words, my body begging for him to fill me again. It's a vulnerable position to be in, but somehow being beneath him like this only serves to heighten my arousal. His cock feels impossibly huge against my ass as he lines it up, the head pressing at my entrance.
"You ready?" He asks, his voice raspy with lust and excitement. "You sure you want this?" There's an edge of doubt in his voice that I didn't expect; part of me wonders if he might not go through with it after all. But before I can reply, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in my tight rear.
My eyes roll back in my head as he pushes past the final barrier, filling me in a way no one else ever has or likely ever will again. "Fuck," I moan out, arching into him. This feels so good... so wrong and right all at once. I want to feel every last inch of him inside me, stretching me until there's nothing left but pure unadulterated pleasure.
His hands slide up under my breasts, cupping them roughly as he begins to thrust again, harder this time. The sensation is almost too much to handle, but I savor each thrust like it’s the last one.
The draw to fondling her breasts is almost infinite. It’s an addiction. I crave the feeling. “I can’t believe we have never attempted this Mother.” If I continue to keep pulsing my cock in her tight, smooth, asshole, I will spew my hot cum all over the bed and her body, or even fill her entire anal cavity if I leave my cock in her ass. We must try something else. I don’t want this to end so quickly. I don’t think she does either. My mind is full of lustful ideas, until I narrow it done to one idea that stood out among the others. I take my throbbing cock out. Yet again she is still quivering and her entire body is spasming. The sight is so beautiful. Seeing Mother like this is unbelievable. Her entire nude body, spread all over my bed. Her tits going off to the sides of her body, her pussy dripping, her eyes are intensely closed, and her mouth open. She must have gone under a lot of pain, but you can tell she enjoyed it under it all. “Get on your hands and knees Mother. I want you to beg for my cock like a little cumslut. Beg Mother! Beg like a cumslut! I won’t treat with you with this cock if you don’t!”
As much as it pains me to obey his command and give up the exquisite feeling of his cock inside me, I know better than to push my luck. Slowly, I roll off the bed and onto all fours, presenting myself to him like a sacrifice. My heart is racing, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I wait for his next move.
"Please," I whisper hoarsely, not daring to meet his eyes. "I've never been with anyone like you before... I want more." My cheeks flush hotter at the admission, but it feels good somehow, liberating in a twisted sort of way. It's as if by acknowledging our mutual desire, we can push past the boundaries that once held us back and explore the depths of our depravity together.
I feel his hand on my hip, fingers digging into my skin as he guides me closer to him. The head of his cock presses against my opening, but instead of thrusting inside, he just teases, circling my entrance slowly before pushing forward again. Each time he moves back and forth, I whimper in need, my body arching towards him in a desperate plea for release.
"Please," I moan, unable to contain myself any longer. "I want you so badly." As if sensing my near breaking point, he slides home with one hard thrust, filling me completely once more. With a satisfied groan, he begins to move inside me again, his rhythm steady and relentless as he takes control of both our bodies.
My fingers claw at the bedding, nails digging deep into the fabric as I fight to keep myself from coming apart beneath him. The feeling of being owned by him, dominated in such a primal way... it's intoxicating.