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Waking up to you mom sleepily riding your dick, her hot heavy body pressed up against yours, her wet cunt sliding up and down on her little girls cock while she tries desperately not to moan in your ear.
"Mom?" You choking through heavy breath.
Mom squeals in horror as her cunt squeezes your girl dick, your mom is cummimg from her daughter inside of her.
The feel of her cumming makes you cum at the same moment as your bodies reveal in the incestuous sex.
Sitting in my motherās lap, breathing in her perfume and panting against the pearls on her neck when her perfectly manicured fingers work over my panties.
She swallows, mouth dry when I moan and grind my hips to meet her touch. She tells herself that this doesnāt count, with the soaked, slick fabric between us. That she is not getting wet, that she is doing this just to help me. I have been so, so stressed. Surely she wouldnāt be rubbing circles over my clit through the cotton if anything else relaxed and unwound me this well.
But she still makes me look at her when my thighs tremble and Iām so, so close. One hand in my hair and one between my legs.
āCome for me, sweetie.ā
She says that before she can stop herself, something no mother should say to her child. But it works, my eyes are rolling back and the only coherent word on my lips is āmomā, all over again. A mother shouldnāt know what her childās orgasm looks and feels and sounds and smells like, but now mine does. Even if she tells herself that it doesnāt count, that it isnāt like that, the fact is she just made her own child come so much that even through the fabric her fingers are soaked, the wedding band glistening with a quite new polish.
I apologize afterwards, for needing this. But she just shakes her head, keeps me close, kisses my hair. We agree that this doesnāt change anything, this was just a one time thing, little emergency treatment.
But we both already know that thatās all lies.
āShh, shh, sweetie. Itās okay,ā she mutters as she tenderly caresses her daughter, āls this too muchā¦?ā
āIt feels good,ā your hand grasps over hers, desperate, āPlease donāt stop, momā¦ā
Your mother wants to curse. Instead, she takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly as she keeps running her fingers over the growing wet patch on your panties. Curls stick out from underneath the lace, same color as her own bush, and she hates herself for the observation and how it causes a warm throb inside her cunt.
And she hates herself more when she canāt get rid of the growing curiosity: just how similar are you to her?
āDoā¦ do you want me to touch you more, honey?ā she hears herself asking, before she can stop herself, āUnder your panties?ā
You glance up at her, mouth agape, and for a moment she fears she made a mistake. But then, you nod, rapidly, and your mother smiles at you, no less nervous about this than you are. Keeping her eyes on yours, she slides her hand inside soaked underwear, and watches as you gasp when her fingers find your silk-slick flesh.
Itās incredible how a flimsy piece of fabric can dull the sensations. But now, even the smallest touch has you moaning and grinding your hips. She feels you, fingers sliding up and down before settling on your clit.
Your hips are bucking up to her touch. You look at her with such pretty, pleading eyes when her fingers stay still. She swallows. God, you are so soft and wet and wanting andā¦ if sheās already gone this farā¦
āYou knowā¦ I usually touch myself like this,ā she whispers, as the idle, exploratory touches slowly turn into something more focused and tight, and she bites her lip when she watches your eyes widen and then roll back. She touches you as she would herself, and you whimper āmomā and āoh my godā so cutely that she canāt possibly stop.
āYou like that, sweetie? You like it when I touch you like this?ā she asks, her voice low and breathy in a way it should not be when talking to her child. She presses a kiss on your neck, in a spot she likes, and her fingers quicken in a way that robs you of any coherent words.
āSeems like you do. You really do take after me, honeyā¦ā
mom who doesnāt stop you from drinking too much so when she starts to undo your pants you canāt put up a fight
Mommy who gets dangerously drunk and starts touching me in ways she never would when sober. Mommy who ignores my protests as her hand snakes down my shorts. Mommy who wakes up horrified to find me sleeping underneath her, and our sticky crotches pressed against each other.
accidentally fucking your mom at a costume party and only realizing after hearing her voice cry in pleasure as you impregnate her
Mom cumming deep inside you, her cock breeding your tight pussy as she whispers she's sorry, telling you it will be okay and she won't do it again but you want her to, you want her to fill you up ever night and breed you like a slut. You love to serve your mother cock.
just thinking about having a sleazy more experienced woman invade my personal space when I'm a little tipsy and shy at a club or party or something
and she keeps handing me drinks and telling me to relax and just have oooone more sip she promises, even though I think she said that the last ummm 4? 5? sips? it's so hard to keep track
and heyyy when did these other people come overrr and when did my top get pulled down? waaaait can... can everyone see my tits right now? is someone touching me?? and ohhh,.. she's tilting m- my head back and pouring anotherrr shot,. ,. into., my mouthhhh....ehehehe.,,.
i wanna cum on someones dick while they rape me. i wanna be begging and screaming for my life as they pound the shit out of me with a knife to my throat. i wanna look someone in the eyes and see the moment that they realize im gone, that ive caved to them, and feel them go even harder, faster, deeper. i wanna feel it coming and try to stop it as hard as i can "no no no please stop please dont" but i just cant help myself. i wanna squirt around their cock as i sob for mercy, unable to justify why i keep cumming if i "dont want it."
POV: you were nice to the wrong quiet nerdy guy, now he's carrying your little drugged up body up to his room to "take care" of you
insatiable mommy gf who finds you so fuckable she can't stop herself from violating you no matter how many cute little boundaries you try to set
sitting in someoneās lap with my back to their chest but they have a hand around my throat or theyāre groping my tits and theyāre fingering me or using a vibe on me and slapping my cunt when i get too close and and and
"this is wrong, you shouldn't be letting me do this" as I hold you down and force it in
āYouāre so fucking cute, oh god, you donāt deserve this at allā¦ I really should stopā increasingly guilt-ridden while showing no intent to stop whatsoever no matter how desperately you beg for it to end
Rapist who realizes heās falling in love with his past victim because he canāt stop masturbating to the memory of her. Rapist who uses the same pair of ripped up panties he stole from her as a cum rag to jerk off into every single time, because it gives him a high like no other. Rapist who took polaroids of her while she was tied up, and now he keeps them everywhere - in his wallet, in the glove box of his car, tacked to the ceiling above his bed. Rapist whose cock throbs every single time he remembers something about that night; the way she cried, the way she was dressed, her scent, the feel of her skin against his. Rapist who eventually caves to his own obsession and starts stalking that same victim again, after all that time had passed, because thereās just something about her. Sheās just too perfect for him. Sheās stuck in his head and wonāt ever leave. She was the best girl he ever had. Sheās the one.
Biggest fantasy has to be getting gangraped. Being surrounded by men stronger than me, helplessly struggling as the pin my arms behind my back and start touching my body. Getting roughly groped and stripped. Strong hands spreading my legs wide, showing off my little pussy. Fingers pressing inside me despite my squirming. Stretching me and making me grow wet so they can easily slide their cocks inside. One man forcing his dick down my throat to muffle my cries as I get pounded into. Another guy coming from behind to rape my ass. Getting manhandled into different positions as they all take turns using me. All my holes being used, while hands are still groping and rubbing and snacking. Being so overwhelmed but just having to take it. Cumming over and over again against my will. Getting filled to the brim with their cum. Fuck, I need it SO bad
Run little rabbit.
I got you now. Time to fill that rabbit hole of yours.
