curiosity killed the cat

INDIE RP BLOG. NSFW. 18+, WILL BE TAGGED. RACHEL CHRISTIANSEN, STUDENT, AGE IS VERSE DEPENDENT. CURIOUS AND SWEET, SHE'S DEDICATED TO TRYING TO HER DESIRE TO BECOME A NURSE - MUCH LATER IN LIFE, OF COURSE. SHE'S ALMOST TOO CURIOUS FOR HER OWN GOOD, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES ANYONE SHE'S ATTRACTED TO (ESPECIALLY THOSE SHE'S RELATED TO).

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i can not believe i’ve made it to 700+ followers! I am so stoked to have all of you along for the crazy ride that is my blog! and i cherish each & every single one of you! & because i cherish you i wish to show it! it’s been a great many years since i have offered a giveaway, but i feel as though those of you that follow me, deserve this rare treat! thanks for sticking around through everything! i love you all! the prizes aren’t only limited to what will be given away on june 9th! I will be doing a special drawing as well, to everyone tagged below! the prize for the special drawing will be decided by the winner ( you can pick anything listed below ). ( if anyone drawn opts out of their prize i will draw someone else ) you lot have stayed with me through thick & thin, & deserve a drawing of your own. & even if you get drawn from that special drawing, you can still be drawn a second time on the 9th! so all of you have two chances to win! happy giveaway! & thank you all so much!

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this giveaway will be open until june 9th, 2017 at 11:59 PM.

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              knowledgeable as he was, it would never be lost on niklaus that his own father would find a sadistic form of pleasure in slaughtering him if he were ever to catch him with his own mother. however, once that step had been taken he knew he could never return to the place he’d been prior to last night. tangled in emotions that he couldn’t bear to speak out loud whilst rutting against his sheets each night, to gain the friction he’d longed to know between his mother’s thighs. he’d believed prior to last night that he’d forever be a virgin, untouched by any woman, because he longed so desperately to be with his own mother. that reality would never change, & even as she spoke the words his heart broke for her. did she honestly believe he could ever love another being? someone else, more than he loved her? there was this special bond between himself, & his mother. he’d lived inside of her for a time, & that was a bond that no one else could ever have with him. ❛you’re my mother….❜ he whined his hips still bucking into her hand, his heart thrumming against his chest as the ache only proceeded to grow. his phallus was rock solid, & his balls were tightening, & twinging with need as she began teasing the sac. ❛i’ll always need you…i’ll never desire another mum…i promise.❜ his tastes were singular, & he couldn’t fathom a time when he would desire any other. no other woman could satiate him like she could. as she stroked him faster, whilst squeezing his balls, he nodded his head, the loudest whine yet escaping. ❛yes–i ache most of all there.❜ shame flooded him as a blush spread across his cheeks, however he doubted he could have prevented himself from giving in to her whims if he tried. ❛yes mum…god i ache…please…❜ further cries, but then she was making a command of him, one his body was all too happy to comply with. & without even his consent he was coming undone. his seed spraying out from his thoroughly ravaged balls, & spilling warm splatters over her thighs, legs, & stomach. bucking his hips he arched as spurt after spurt shot out of him & he cried out for her. ❛oh—oh god….❜ unable to help it he came a multitude of times, lost to the desire she pulled from within his heart. his thumb twirled around that pleasure nub, feeling how she drenched herself for him. ❛cum for me, cum for your little boy.❜ he commanded of her in turn, pressing even harder against the bud, letting her feel the pressure of his thumb as he ground against her.

           solid is her grip around his phallus, taking pleasure from him where a mother should never dare to. each stroke of her palm against him, over his aching shaft as he quivers and shakes before her grants her a deluge of power she rarely feels. powerless as her life has become, sundered by her husband’s hands until she’s no more a simpleton begging for freedom, rachel craves this moment as much as she desires her son’s prick throbbing in her hand. his reiteration of her parentage, of who she is to him, a woman bound for life to care for him and love him because she bore him for nine months and committed herself to loving him unconditionally should’ve swayed her unintelligible heat for him. as she explores him, as she watches him flush further for her, rachel feels a sated grin curve over her lips. his thick spurts of cum coat her hand, her thighs, her belly, washed away instantly by the heavy spray of the water pouring from the spout of the shower. his desire renewed by the weight of his fingertips ghosting over her clit, pushing her further into her own symphony of pleasure, who is she to deny them what they both seem to desire? seconds of pumping his cock, milking every tasty drop of thick, viscous cum from his phallus, his fingers refuse to stop their command and soon, her body bows away from the wall as she drenches his digits with her own orgasm. this one as strong as those he’d bestowed upon her the evening before and there isn’t another man in this world who will ever bring her so much pleasure. “niklaus, my sweet boy,” rachel whimpers, having moaned his name loudly in the midst of her orgasm and using her grip on his still aching cock to bring him closer. “fuck me, niklaus... show me how much you desire your mother, how you crave to empty your balls inside of me,” she whispers, desperation coloring her tone as she bucks her hips toward his hand - seeking more of him.

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              with a body in need of such sinful acts from his own mother, perhaps a dollop of shame would always lay just beneath the surface. how could it not? hearing the confirmation of her words, there was a realization that perhaps to his mother he already hung the moon, & stars. even though in his own mind he’d always be a coward for allowing his mother to endure years of torment at the hands of his father. as those devilish fingers of hers curled around the shaft of his phallus there was another moment of gasping breaths, heart pounding against the flesh of his chest. each drag of her thumb around the ridged head caused further whines to escape, & his weaknesses were bared before her. fragility taking root within the confines of his heart. with his body pressed fully to hers, another whine, & a few ruts of his hips had him humping her hand, fully under her control. she could have asked him to do anything, & he’d have done it right then. kept tampered right on the edge of bliss, she had him completely. ❛i need you, mum…i’ll always need you.❜ like a young boy he caved to her whims lost entirely to the lusts of her flesh, there would always be another moment where he needed her. another instant when he was completely at her mercy; as he was now. thumb twirling circles around the bud of her pleasure he nearly forgot himself with need. his free hand pressing against the shower wall, curling into a tight fist as he bucked into her hand. ❛please….mum….just your touch makes me ache.❜ his breath was shaky as he struggled to grasp his thoughts.

         should they ever be caught, rachel has no doubt her husband would murder them both. he’s an extremely possessive man - one who doesn’t enjoy sharing what he believes belongs to him and though she’s been able to quell him from hurting their son over the years, if he were to realize she finds pleasure elsewhere? with their son? rachel pushes away those fears - forces them into the recesses because she won’t ruin this moment with possibilities of what could happen. as far as her husband is concerned, his wife spent the evening cowering in a corner from his abuse. not basking in the pleasure her son bestowed upon her frame. “d’you promise? should you ever desire another, do you promise to still need me?” she whispers, knowing it us unfair of her to make him promise such a thing. should he ever find reason to desire another besides herself, someone who was more appropriate for him... rachel supposes she would have to learn to let him go. solid against the wall, his trembling frame succumbing to the pleasure of her shifting hand serves her own pleasure, her folds weeping and drenched with her own arousal. “do you feel it that ache here, baby?” rachel moans against his chest as her hand slips down his shaft, to the heavy sacs where his seed resides. “do they ache to release your desire for your mother?” she continues, rolling and massaging the heavy sacs between her fingers before she’s working his phallus once more - faster this time, with more purpose than before. “cover me in your seed, niklaus... mark me as yours,” rachel encourages quietly, caught within the steam of the shower - their own personal bubble.

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            it was her–all of her–that roused his previously flaccid length. from the curves that donned her womanly figure, to the touch she provided him with when he most needed it. those words that fled from her petals caused him to ache between his thighs, & perhaps he should have allowed himself to proceed to believe that a coward was what resided inside of him, but as she spoke so sweetly all those lingering thoughts were wiped from inside of him. tugging on the strings of his heart quite rapidly.❛mum–christ, i’ll always want you. in the shower, in my bed, no matter where we are, i will long to be inside of you. to love you, to claim you.❜ dragging his thumb backward & forward over the quickly throbbing bud of her clitoris, his other fingers poked around between her swollen lower petals, recognizing the slickness of the juices that coated her lower lips. & another choked gasp escaped from between his lips. ❛i’d want you in the light of day, against a tree for all to see. i’d take you.❜ his words grew bolder as his yearnings did. lust was so prevalent, & encompassed in the pupils of his eyes. dilated as they were, from the lust of the moment. ❛do you want me? cowardly, & unfit as i am? do you still desire me in the light of day? am i still handsome to you? does the shame of wanting your own son not make you shy from me in this light?❜ one movement has her against the wall of the shower, his frame looming over hers, holding her delicately in place. so kind was he; even now. ❛i’ve fallen in love with you.❜ hot breaths lingered against her ear, ❛i can not change my affections now that the light shines upon us.❜

          his affirmation of his desire for her combined with his ministrations, with his manipulation of her clitoris forces her free hand to curl around his bicep in order to keep her legs from giving way beneath her. rachel’s knees quiver from the bouts of pleasure his soft touches stroke through her veins with each pass. “you would take me where others could see your claim on me, my darling boy?” rachel whispers her curiosities aloud, his words having confirmed them already, but she wants to hear more. she wants to know what rests inside of his mind, what pushes him to crave her so besides his undying love for her. his eyes are almost black as he peers down upon her, her own mirroring his with lust swimming in her own orbs and she nods quickly. “you are not cowardly, my son. you are beautiful and so handsome just as you are. i could never shy away from you and whatever shame i feel is my own, but not because of you. i shouldn’t desire you in this way, as your mother. i should care for you, but never take advantage of you, but i can’t see myself pulling away... i can’t not want you, niklaus. i can’t not love you,” she whispers, though her voice feels louder echoing off the walls of the shower as he pins her against the cool tire. goosebumps kiss upon her skin, her body trembling for him as their ministrations are far different than the evening prior. her hand works upon his shaft, up and down, taunting his rigid flesh previously coated in their bodily fluids. as she drops her gaze to take stock of his frame in the artificial light, her sanguine tongue darts out along her lips, his prick appearing larger in her small hand. “tell me mommy what you need most, baby. i want to make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest imagination,” rachel hums, lifting onto her tip toes to steal a heated kiss from his mouth, her thumb swirling around the head of his shaft to gather his beaded arousal there against her skin. combined with the soap and water, her hand strokes easily - tender and firm - along his length. forgotten are her bruises, the soreness in her body or how he’d torn her open again from his intrusions the evening before. she would gladly take the pain if it meant bringing them both pleasure they never dreamed they could achieve before now.

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           low gasps followed by a whine escaped from the rear of his throat. drawn out by the loving touches that only a mother could provide. & instantly upon hearing her softly drawn out questions he was transported backwards in time. to when he might have been an innocent, & she’d cleaned him whenever he was unclean. whether it be to change his diapers, or to bathe the filth he caked on during an entire day’s run around the outdoors. she’d collect him in the warmth of her arms, & coo soft words into his ear, before coaxing him beneath the surface of a sweltering bath. he’d be most upset when he woke from his sleep having had yet another accident. plagued as he was by them up until he was at least ten. she’d never grown upset, nor chastised him for it. not like he knew his father would have, had he ever known. she’d always sung to him, & cooed loving words into the shell of his ear, insisting that she would never tell another soul what had happened. his embarrassment was unneeded when it came to her, because their souls were practically linked together as one. & as she stood now, wiping the grime from his skin, & whispering so softly his fingers tightened against her waistline. the slight erectness of his phallus began to develop, & he grew even more erect, arching his hips mildly towards the space she rubbed. ❛one day i will no longer be a coward–i’ll protect you as a man should his lover…as a son should his mother.❜ low drawls escaped from his reddening lips, & he relinquished a few more heavy breaths. more words; more questions, but he remembered it all as though it were yesterday. god he’d never forget those moments together in the bathing tub. ❛how could i ever forget…? you’ve always taken care of me–such good care…❜ another whimper has him bucking his hips towards the washcloth as she rubbed all the bodily fluids from his skin, feeling the irritation fading as the acidic liquid did. drawing her nearer, he pressed her warm, soapy frame firmly to his own. ❛i’m meant to worry for you–mum i will always worry.❜ another whine; another breath of air. ❛i’ve made you mine…everything has changed…❜ a hand collected a bit of the soap trailed upon her skin, before in turn he dragged that hand down, sliding it between her thighs to find the bud of her clitoris, trailing light soapy circles over the area, letting her feel his warm, wet touch in her most private of areas. 

            rachel has never thought her son a coward. there was only so much a boy could do in regards to the life he was forced to live. with every fiber of her being, rachel believes herself to be the coward for not taking him away from here when he was younger. for not granting him a life away from the heartache and the abuse his mother endured on a daily basis. knowing, however, her husband’s ire would never be directed at her little boy had kept her from running, had kept her pushing through each blow, every unwanted thrust. though there’s the knowledge her husband will return home this evening and find another reason to take out his anger upon her flesh, inside her body, she can’t think about that now when peace is so fleeting. washing away their sins from her son’s flesh encourages rachel to want more of him, to want his sin once more. "you’ve never been a coward, niklaus and i’m thankful we have this, now. you are my reason for living, you keep me alive and that is your biggest job of all,” she whispers with a passing sweep of the cloth back and forth along his swelling prick. the longer she touches him, the more he rises for her until he throbs, his arousal prominent and impressive in the dim, artificial light of the bathroom rather than the shadows of his bedroom. eyelids flutter when he touches her, dragging familiar fingers down her body to part her mound - surprised to find she’s already wet for him when he’s only just joined her. welcomed thoughts of him contributed to her arousal, she thinks, as she drops the cloth to the basin of the tub in favor of wrapping her bare hand around his rigid flesh. “and you still want me now, niklaus, while i’m painted in blues and purples? even in the light of day where there aren’t shadows to tuck away our sins?” rachel whispers, chewing on the corner of her lower lip as her hips buck toward his exploring fingers and her hand matches his steady, tender rhythm because she doesn’t want to rush this. this is tender and sweet, though the swell of desire for him is just as potent, if not more so, as it’d been the evening before. 

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“Perhaps I know you better than you think,” he whispered, his hand on her ass moving to let his finger tease her hole.

As he felt her grinding against then sinking down on his cock, Victor let out a deep groan that echoed through the room. “Oh baby girl. That’s it. Ride Daddy’s cock, just like that,” he muttered.

“You know me best,” Rachel agrees with a small nod, working her hips in a motion that drags her heat along his length and pushes her asshole against his teasing finger. 

Rocking her hips, finding the rhythm they both like best, Rachel grips his shoulders to use the broadness of them as leverage to work her aching cunt against him. “What do you think all of your friends out there would say if they knew how much you loved being inside your little girl’s body?” She loves the taboo of it all, enjoys how fucking erotic it is to have her daddy’s cock inside of her. 

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Victor groaned against her breast as he felt his cock being freed and taken into her small hand with small strokes. “Mmm one after the other. But finishing in your ass,” he chuckled. His hand reached behind him, into his inside jacket pocket to pull out a small butt plug. “Then I have this to stop it dripping down your thighs.”

“I’m not going to ask why you’re just carrying around a butt plug with you,” Rachel giggles against his mouth, shifting forward until she’s rubbing his cock against her small pussy. This is a familiar dance to them both, one they don’t need to rehearse as she guides him against her quivering hole and shifts her hips at the right angle to take him inside of her. “Daddy,” Rachel whimpers, curling one hand around his neck as she sinks further until her wet, needy walls have his thick cock encased inside of her silken heat. 

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What she does is nothing he hasn’t seen before. But of course that didn’t mean her actions didn’t have their desired effects. By the time she was straddling him, his cock was fully hard, rock solid and pressed between them. One of Victor’s hands went round Rachel’s body, gripping at her large ass as the other cupped one of her breasts and suckled at the teat.

He barely noticed her words about undressing him, too much enjoying suckling her nipples, though he was quite happy to feel her hands on his bare body. “Daddy needs to fill you with his seed.”

Her back arches delicately when his mouth closes around one pert little nipple. Her hands don’t stop their exploration and soon she’s unbuckling his belt and tugging on his zipper to free his aching cock from it’s clothed confines. “Yeah? My ass or my pussy, daddy?” Rachel hums quietly, brushing her mouth against his as she works his cock slowly, expertly in her small hand. 

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Of course. What should he have expected but for her dress to be so easily discarded, and for her to be wearing nothing underneath. Her body was a piece of art and his hands and lips had explored every inch and crevice of it over the years, especially those during which she was developing.

His tongue licked his lips and he pulled off his suit jacket, placing it on the back of another of the chairs in the room, before taking a seat on it. He watched her lean back on the desk and spread her thighs for him, getting a growl from him. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

With deliberate slowness, she allows her fingertips to grace up and down the length of her dripping cunt. Parting her lips to circle her tiny little clitoris, hoping the view is tempting for him before she’s pushing away from the desk and closing the distance between them. Rachel lowers herself onto her lap, straddling him with her bare chest falling flush against his clothed one. 

“We should get you out of your clothes, too, Daddy,” she hums quietly, fingers working slowly to unravel the tie around his neck until the silk hangs loose and she’s given ample access to the white buttons of his collared shirt. One after the other, she undoes them until she’s tugging fabric from his pants and when the shirt is completely undone, nimble fingers slip beneath to touch his bare chest. Emitting a soft sigh of approval, she traces her fingers up and down the length of his bare chest. 

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            though niklaus longed to cling to consciousness, & oversee the protection of his mother, eventually exhaustion won out. collapsing his spent frame into a dreamland where all was well. happiness was all-consuming, & the love he shared for his mother was forever cemented into place. never faltering, & she’d never have to leave his bed for another man’s. especially not the bed of the man that beat her, forced his way inside of her, & tortured her with abusive words, & other actions unmentionable. perhaps even unthinkable, because nik knew that he didn’t understand the full extent of the actions pushed upon his mother that were endured upon a daily basis. he’d witnessed a great extent, but not anywhere near all of what was done. he noticed bruises he never witnessed with his own eyes upon her skin when she would climb into his bed. even though this was the first night he had laid with her in sin, he’d still seen her without her clothes on before this night. still seen bits & pieces of damage he never witnessed her enduring. as dreams trapped him in the blissful ignorance of unconsciousness there was always this underlying fear for her safety. what concoction would his wretch of a father think up for her to endure whilst he did, sleep? would he awaken to find her broken, & bloody on the bed she shared with her husband? each day was different than the last, & each night more traumatizing for each of their psyches to endure. as consciousness began to ebb it’s way back into him, there was a dull ache in his muscles. stretching, & pulling as he came to. physically exerted from making love to his mother, & he felt it in all parts of him. his muscles up & down the span of his form, & even in his balls, that she had thoroughly emptied the previous night. he’d certainly replenished his seed whilst he slept, but the ache was still present. as was the odor that radiated from both himself, & his sheets. coated still in all of his bodily juices, as well as hers, his skin was mildly irritated between his thighs from where he left urine on himself. a low groan escaped as he sat up, head throbbing. but then he heard the sound of water, & realized that must have been what awoke him in the first place. recalling the events of the night previously in full he was up & out of his bed in a flash, darting into the bathroom, before he climbed into the shower. he needed to see what his wretch of a father had done this time. had he hurt her? maimed her in any way whilst niklaus slept ignorantly in bed? turning her slowly to face him, he stroked her cheek with his hand, looking her over to see her skin was no more damaged than it was the night previously. perhaps bruises he had placed there were completely sprouting anew, but that was the gist of it. even though there was no outwardly visible damage there could be emotional damage done. & so he asked. ❛has he hurt you?❜ ocean-blue orbs searching hers as the warm shower spray rained down upon him, soaking his frame, & he drank in the scent of his own body wash as it permeated her skin from it’s use. he’d not thought through what the sight of her naked form would do to him, this early in the morning, & in the warmth of a shower. especially when she smelled of his own body wash; giving off a scent that aroused him when she donned it. & without even realizing it he was growing erect from the sight of her. drenched, & soapy his eyes darkened mildly with lust & he tried to fight it–pushing it down deep inside. wanting to know she was safe, & unharmed before he even thought about claiming her again.

       it’s been far too long since she’s felt at peace in her own skin. though there are lingering bruises and soreness sinking into her muscles, rachel allows herself to bask in the silence of her usually loud thoughts as the water cascades upon her aching form. where there is usually a powerful pain between her thighs, there’s a timid, beautiful one which makes her bite her lip as she remembers the gentle way her son had made love to her the evening before. she’d almost forgotten what it was supposed to feel like to be loved, to be desired in the way her son loves her. rachel doesn’t know how long this solid peace will last, but she’s going to bask in it for as long as she is able to, allowing her son’s scent to permeate her form as she smooths the wash cloth over her bruised frame. most belong to her husband’s fists from his treatment the evening before, but there are those of love given to her by niklaus’ hands she craves more of. soft hands are spinning her, taking her face in their tender grip, pulling her from her reverie and it takes her a second to realize it’s her son and not her wayward husband. “no, niklaus... he has not hurt me. he’s not even here,” she whispers with a smirk of acceptance, leaning onto her tip toes to brush a soft kiss of longing to his mouth. “it’s just you and me, as it always should be. one day we will be rid of him and we won’t have to fear... you won’t have to worry about me,” she adds, taking the wash cloth and pouring more of his body wash onto it before she begins the motions of washing him. as she’d once washed him when he was a babe, before he’d been old enough to wash himself. “do you remember when i used to care for you like this? when it was just you and me and your bath?” she whispers reverently, stroking her fingertips down his bare chest, dragging the wash cloth over his semi-hard prick to wash the forgotten urine and other bodily fluids from his skin. 

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“I know you can’t resist, and you cannot believe the power it takes for me to resist, but you must,” he warned her. “Because you can have me every single day. As long as nobody knows.” If it ever broke out, that was it. It was over. 

And it was getting so difficult to resist her here and now. At least in here they were alone. Her words were getting him hard, and by the time her and slipped into his pants he was already half way there - which she knew fine well. Glancing to the door, then to his daughter, he pulled her hand out of his pants as she kissed him, moving away from her to grab a chair and placing it up against the door handle to stop it being able to be opened. 

“Strip off.”

Rachel loves her father in a way no daughter should care for the man who helped bring her into this world. He’s all she’s ever known, though. A man to admire and look up to; all that power and ambition coursing through his veins as he spent his entire life rising through the ranks. The brunette watches him shove the chair against the door handle, effectively sealing them inside for now. 

Those two words are the only words she needs to hear; her dress is in a pool of fabric on the floor, heels the only article of clothing left on her body. Full breasts are topped with pebbled, pink nipples and she smooths her hand down her soft tummy to cup her bare mound. “Is this what you want, daddy?” Rachel queries, leaning back against the desk in the middle of the room to spread her thick thighs and offer him a brief glimpse of her puffy, pink pussy lips.

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