Here's another for your (using their parents as masturbation fuel) list of stories.
I have a really high sex drive even though I'm not on T. Dunno how it came up, but my mom knows about it and keeps buying me sex toys for some reason?
First it was this tiny little vibe. She asked me how I liked it and I admitted it just wasn't doing it for me... Cue her getting me this 12' realistic dildo (veins, balls, and intimidatingly wide).
I had her return it, but I can't stop thinking about instead, asking her to show me how to use it... Laying back and taking it while she shoves 'her' cock into me 😳
Sending this off anon before I lose my nerve 👍
(I got a bit carried away with this one)
Thinking about slinking to your mothers room one night, dildo behind your back, bottle of lube in your pocket, nervously knocking on mommy’s door, anxiously waiting for her answer,
And of course she’d help, you are her little princess after all, and she did get it just for you, and of course she promises to go slow, she knows what it can feel like to be violated like that and it’s the last thing your mother would ever wanna do to you,
Slipping out of her night gown you notice she’s already in her harness, almost like she’s planned this, you begin to panic but it’s a bit too late for that now, you’ve already come this far, moms already got her cock on and is lubing it up,
She can tell your anxious, she’s always been able to, she did raise you after all, she comforts you, runs her hands through your hair the way she used to do when you were little, rubbing little circles in your upper back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and she lays you down and goes to fold you up,
Cooing at you apologetically while lifting your legs above your head, lining up the head of her cock with your entrance, cursing a little under her breath and apologizing before sinking right into you,
You wince immediately, she reminds you to breathe, not slowing as the entire head of the dildo pops into your cunt, the feeling is overwhelming, the girth, the veins, it’s all too much, you try and reach for her, little arms grabbing up at her the same way they used to when you were little,
Mommy staring down at you, a look of pain on her face, apologizing again before forcing the whole thing inside, sending a flash of white across your vision, the pain is searing, you try to go and push her off but she’s already got you pinned, with a strength you did not think your mother possessed she keeps you still,
You beg and whine and plead, telling her how badly it hurts mommy, that you need her to pull out, go slower, anything to make the pain stop, mommy looking down at you with disappointment in her eyes, disappointment that her “son” can’t even last 30 seconds without tapping out,
Telling you that she’ll pull out, sure, but if she does, if she pulls out before she finishes, she won’t be playing into your delusions, that you can either act like a real man and take it like one, or fold like a bitch and be relegated to that for the rest of her life,
But it’s ok if you can’t take it kiddo, you can tell mommy, she’ll still love you, just admit it, admit you’re still mommies baby girl and the pain will stop, mommy will make it all go away you just have to stop lying to mommy, just tell mommy the truth
