Sophie lounged on the plush cushions of the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, a glass of red wine cradled in her left hand. The rich liquid swirled gently as she shifted, its warmth lending a pleasant buzz from the two glasses she’d sipped earlier. The living room glowed softly in the late afternoon light, sheer curtains swaying with a breeze that carried the faint scent of lavender from a candle on the mantel. She wore...

The car ride to the airport was a pattern of tension, with 18-year-old Bobby Smith's every move met by his mom's sharp tongue. "Bobby, did you remember the snacks?" "Bobby, did you remember your toothbrush?" Her frustration was palpable, a testament to his perpetual ineptitude. "We're going to miss the exit," Michelle yelled, her eyes glued to the road ahead as she maneuvered their minivan through the bustling airport tra...

Abigail stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, scrutinising her reflections with a mix of dissatisfaction and lingering vanity. At 40, her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves to her shoulders, framing a face with sharp blue eyes that sparkled like polished sapphires. She was petite, just 5 feet 1 inch, which made her 32C breasts seem even more pronounced, firm and perky despite the years, with nipples tha...

We were sitting by the lake. It was a hot day in mid-August, almost a year after I first smelled a pair of her panties. I sat on a rock and threw small pebbles into the water. Mom was wearing this gorgeous light blue sundress. She had on black flip flops, and I could see her dainty toes with the blue polish on them, and I could see her ankles, her legs, so radiant they shined in the afternoon sun. We sat in silence for a...

I follow the satnav as we approach the city. Now, I begin to concentrate. I feel my mum's hand gently caress the back of my head. “You look incredibly attractive when you concentrate,” she tells me. “I need to concentrate, Mom,” I tell her, keeping my eyes on the road. “You did so well when you forced my head down on that big cock of yours,” she replies, knowing she will be smirking. “That’s because it was a straight road...

I’m lying in bed, reliving yesterday; I was still shocked. I couldn’t believe I had had sex with my mom. I know socially it’s wrong, but it felt so right, and not to mention good, very good. Reliving what had happened was having an effect on my growing cock. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stretch; I don’t bother putting on any clothes; just boxers will suffice. I walk down the stairs and hear the coffee machi...

The sharp crack of leather against flesh jolted Noah awake, his body jerking against the restraints that held him spread-eagle on the bed. His eyes flew open, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. Morgana stood beside him, her silhouette sharp and commanding, the black riding crop in her hand still poised mid-air. She was naked except for her knee-high boots and the sequined mask that hid her face...

Noah’s eyes fluttered open, the morning light streaming through his window. He groaned, stretching out on the bed, his body still heavy with exhaustion from the night before. His hand reached for his phone on the nightstand, but instead, his fingers brushed against something else—a small giftbox wrapped in black paper with a red bow. A note was attached, the bold handwriting unmistakable. He sat up, his heart skipping a b...

Elaine’s fingers froze on the mouse, her breath hitching as the screen lit up with images that made her stomach twist and her pulse quicken. It wasn’t just porn—it was mom/son porn. The kind where older women, women like her, were tangled in sheets with younger men, their bodies pressed together in ways that crossed the line into taboo and forbidden. Her throat tightened, but she couldn’t look away. The video played on, t...

I was twenty-two years old when I first slept with my mother. It was a surreal and completely unexpected experience. It began with a phone call from my Aunt Doreen. She broke the news that Great Aunt Judy was in the hospital and unlikely to pull through. Mum was visibly upset and made immediate plans to visit Judy, who lived in Hastings, a seaside town on the English Sussex coast. Dad was away on business, and Mum didn’t...

The room was dark, the kind of darkness that swallowed sound and left only the faint hum of silence. Claire lay in bed, her breath shallow, her body still save for the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She had been asleep—or at least, she thought she had, her mind had been circling over and over again about issues at work, making sleep difficult—when the sound of soft footsteps stirring reached her ears. Her eyelids flut...

Susan leaned against the glass display of men’s watches, her fingers thumping a restless rhythm against the counter. The store buzzed irritatingly around her, tinny sounding Christmas carols droning in the background, people shambling up and down the aisles with full baskets, fighting over items they had passed over without a second thought the week before. It was all too much. Her chest constricted. Her vision narrowed....

The silence stretched between them, heavy and uncertain. Manel’s eyes were distant, clouded with something Chamal couldn’t quite place. He could feel the weight of whatever she was holding back pressing against the air between them, suffocating the room. She’s hesitating, he thought, his chest tightening. He couldn’t bear the tension any longer. “What is it, Mom?” he finally asked, his voice breaking through the stillness...