I'm constantly fantasizing about my mom catching me masturbating and squirting, the thought of the look on her face and how she would react to me if I kept going and forced her to watch me cum. I still live with her and I've been using her vibrators and dildos for years, I use them to squirt sometimes on her bed and put them back with my juices them. I'm thinking of maybe waiting till she's asleep and I'll get completely naked and shove her dildo up my pussy until I squirt on her!

When I was 14 (I am now a 22F) , my mom's friends would come over and I would have to stay in my room because I couldn't look at 'Mommy's secret meetings' but I snuck to her room once and looked in. She had about 5 of her friends over and they were hosting an orgy but it was easily the most hardcore thing I have seen.

Firstly, everyone was doing coke, like loads of it and evidently it was just making them more excited. I watched my mom snort a line off her dresser before bending over and letting one of her friends ram a 9" strapon into her ass. The room smelt of cum and I only got to watch a little before I got caught. Initially they stopped but my Mom was so high she asked if I wanted to join one day and I said yes. So a few years go by, I am now 16 and for my birthday we turned our house into an orgy with her friends. We started at 6pm and got straight to the coke, I lost my virginity a month before but this was totally different. 40 year old women were passing me around and fucking me all whilst I kept cumming over and over.

By the end of the night I had done everything you can do with a group of women high and horny. My ass had been used till it had prolapsed, I had got to fist my mum and ate her dirty ass, my godmother had smacked me around the room until I was dizzy. After it was all over it was 2am and we wanted to do more. Since then I have joined and invited my girlfriend (who wants to start having regular threesomes with my mom). I have also started seeing one of my mom's friends on her own so we can do some stuff the others wont like drink each others pee and watch depraved teen porn.

Overall I have become a major slut and for my Mom's most recent birthday, I took us to a couple's hotel where we had sex every day with random men and women and have decided to become a throuple with my girlfriend. We decided on that when we were sucking a black dude who had just fucked me in the ass.

Hello,

I lost virginity on my 15th birthday with my mother. I have to go back a little to set the stage of how this came about. When I was 10 my mom and dad split up and it was just me and her. After a couple of years of real money struggles my mom got a fairly decent paying job. So when she got on her feet money wise, she able to start getting me some things, Well, near my twelfth birthday she told me to write down want I wanted and if she could afford it she would get it for me. Over the next 2 or 3 years I just asked for the usual stuff kids want, bikes, etc. Anyway, what she would do is take me to the mall and buy me a new suit and her a new outfit and later that day we would go to eat dinner at a nice restaurant and then when we got home she would give me my present. Well, 3 days before my 15th b-day, I wrote down what I wanted and slid it under her door to read (I am skipping a lot of details so the story doesn't go too long). My hormones were raging as a young teen and I wasn't good at getting girls at that time so basically I requested for my b-day that I wanted to lose my virginity, WITH HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wrote in the note that basically a son should lose his virginity to the woman who gave birth to him. Same with a father and daughter. I do honestly believe that. So long story short, we did the b-day ritual of the mall and dinner however, because nothing was ever said in the three days leading up to this, I figured she just wasn't having anything to do with something so ludicrous that it wasn't even worth responding to. But, I wasn't sure so I asked her at dinner did she read my request and she said "YES but we will discuss it when we get home", in a somewhat stern voice. When we got home, I asked again what she thought of my b-day wish and she just said let me get settled and we will talk. I know this sounds unbelievable but, it basically unfolded like this(again, there is more involved in this but just trying not to let the story get to long). Well, when she came out my mom was in only stiletto pumps, a garter belt and stockings. Essentially, she was naked. She sat next to me, and said, I was going to get my present. What she told me was that she will teach me how to please a woman and that I could have her all that night, Sunday and we will play hooky from work and school on Monday to let me fuck her. After that, no more sex ever with her. Well, I took advantage of those 3 days and fucked every time I felt a twinge of horyness coming on whether she was wanted it or not. I guess you could say I technically raped her a few times. Well, again without getting to much detail, about 2 weeks later, I wanted more from her but of course she said no because of what agreed to but, 10 days later I came at her again I wasn't taking no for answer. I just persuaded and seduced her because she wasn't seeing anyone so I just felt she needed it like me and, who else better than her son who she could trust not to hurt her in any way. Well, she was my mom and lover through my high school years. With that, I went to college for awhile and then started working and I had became fairly skillful at getting women, meaning that my sexual relationship with my mother ended. I am married now and haven't hand sex with mom since early college. As far as I know, no one until now knows about this unless my other told someone which I don't think she did.

P.S. My mother said she decided to do it because after reading what I wrote several times, even though it was morally wrong it just made sense and she also didn't want me to get hurt by some girl or maybe even force myself on someone (I also think she just needed some cock as well).

I am a single mom. I am 40 years old. I don’t have the body I had when I was in my 20s, but I still catch my son’s friends hitting me with their lustful gaze. I have the curves these young men crave. Anyway, it’s been a minute since I have been with a man. I am horny.

Last week my son, he is 14, and I were watching a show and the subject of breastfeeding came up. It was late at night and I was a little stoned, relaxed on my favorite couch cushion with nothing between the world and me but a luxurious bathrobe.

In my overly comfortable state I let it slip that I had never breastfed my son, and I regretted that fact.

“Why,” he asked.

“They say it’s a great bonding experience. Nothing brings a mother and child closer. Anyway, it’s a little too late for it now.” An uncomfortable laugh escaped both our throats and I let the sound fade before I added, “Probably.”

More silence between us. I listened to his now slightly uneven breathing, the pace slightly quickened. I could feel my face and chest flushing, my nipples going erect beneath my soft cotton robe.

He turned toward me from his place on the adjacent love seat, a restrained smile on his face. He was looking at me, but not at my face. His eyes bore holes through my robe. Absently my hand drifted up to the place where the robe came together to cover my full, but slightly sagging breasts.

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” he croaked out. His throat was tight, as was the fabric across the lap of his basketball shorts, pressed toward the sky by his hormonally charged erection.

As the adult in the room I should have stopped all of this then and there. I should have sent him to his room where he would have undoubtedly inseminated a sock (or two). Instead I coyly suggested that it couldn’t possibly work while pulling at my robe, slowly exposing my right breast.

He was on me in a flash, clumsy and horny. His youthful fingers grabbed a handful of my flesh and pulled my nippled toward his mouth. His breath was hot, his tongue wet and agile. The tip flicked back and forth across my nipple as he pulled it deeper into his hungry mouth.

I put up the act of resistance; a half-hearted recrimination and a weak push at his shoulders. But I wanted this as much he did. I groped beneath him to feel his erect member beneath the nylon of his shorts.

Already the fabric was wet with his precum. He moaned with a mouthful of my tit as I reached into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around him. He came almost immediately, hot spunk covering my hand. But to my surprise and delight he remained as hard as ever. It was like stroking a greased iron rod.

With his free hand he pulled my robe completely open and blindly stroked at my unshaved pussy. Such boldness deserved a reward, so I pulled down his shorts. I pushed him off me so I could see him in his full pubescent glory.

His dick was not long, but it was thick and strong. I pushed him back another step and knelt before him. He was panting, a grin frozen on his face.

“You are the best mom in the world,” he gushed as I planted a slow, tongue heavy kiss on his sticky head. He tasted good. A teenager’s diet of soda and candy makes for yummy cum. I went in for another slow kiss, a tease to see what he could handle, but he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his throbbing, slick cock all the way to the back of my throat.

The shock caused me to gag and I try to push away but he was much stronger than me. I felt a muscular pulse between my cheeks and my mouth and throat were filled with a second ejaculation. I had no choice but to swallow each of his three spasmodic bursts. I could feel myself growing wet.

He released me and I backed away onto my back on the couch. My legs spread wide, my pussy running with lubricating juices. He just stared at me.

I worried for a moment that he spent all he had. That was it and I would be left to my own devices to finish. But no, he was still at full mast. A beautiful mixture of his cum and my saliva covered it from tip to base, a single drop dangling from the head.

“You’ve gone this far,” I said as I reached out and caressed his cock, “You better not leave me wanting.”

“Are you sure,” he asked. Look at my boy, even in the midst of forbidden carnal joy he shows a hint of sweetness.

“We shouldn’t,” I lied to him, “Maybe we should stop.”

It could be my imagination, but he almost seemed to grow harder at those words, a turgid twitch bouncing his dripping cock.

“Please, Mom?”

He didn’t wait for my response, he was on me too fast. He found what he was looking for after a few furtive stabs and I got a feel for how thick he was.

Like with my throat he pushed deep inside me, his stomach pressing against my thick mound of pubic hair. He did not grind, he did not move. He simply indulged in the feel of my warm, wet pussy wrapped around him. The muscular walls inside me squeezed him, pressing against his rod-like hardness.

He bent forward, taking my tits in his mouth one at a time, while playing with the other. Pinching and pulling, and squeezing. He tested me to see what got me off.

Then he began to fuck me. His hips moved in a smooth rhythm that pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. He came again, a hot warmth spreading inside me.

He moved to pull out, but I grabbed him by his butt cheeks, held him in place. “Be mommy’s good little boy,” the words came from me in a primal growl, “Don’t stop until you make mommy cum.”

I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Or doing. But I hadn’t felt pleasure like this before. Surely it would take many therapy sessions to unpack the reasons, but in the moment all I cared about was the surging tide of pleasure rising inside me.

It was a wave, a deep ocean wave, a tsunami of orgasmic pleasure that I intended to ride until I was smashed into the shore. His sweat mixed with mine, soaking into the couch cushion.

The crash of the wave hit me hard. I lost control of my body. My legs twitched like a hanged man in his final spasms. Le petit morte, the French call it. Inside me I felt like I could snap off his teenage dick and keep it inside me.

I could hear him yelling for me, “Oh God, Mom!” It seemed like it was coming from very far away. Then he pulled away from me, his cock finally losing it’s steam.

I lay there, shaking. I could barely move. I attempted to get up, but he had me pinned, his knees on either side of my ribs, his ponderously large balls between my tits. He had a hand on his now flaccid penis. He was stroking it slowly, attempting to revive it.

As it began to once more grow, he pressed it against my mouth. “Lick it clean, Mom?” He sure had grown audacious. But I did. I tasted us on him. I enjoyed it. I cleaned him all up while I regained control of my legs, then I pushed myself free. My robe fell free and I walked, naked and dripping, to my bedroom.

I lay in bed, drifting off to sleep to the unmistakable sound of teenage masturbation coming from the living room. God damn that teenage virility.

Reading responses and giving much thoughts to mom having sex with son has left me feeling like such a bad nasty girl and not MOM. I now accept I may be it wrong but I do own the attraction to my son. I released the fear of rejection. I no longer want to be imprisoned and miss out on an opportunity of a life time. So right before bed last night I changed into a brand new never worn one piece lacy thin red see-through nightie. Then I wore my usual robe over it so not to appear as a stripper. However, as usual, I left the robe open. I yerned for my sons eyes to roam and admire me. And as usual, he was watching tv as I moved about to get the morning coffee ready and anything else I could think of to move about while trying to give him some oops peeks. My sons eyes were glued and piercing my body as he so tried not to stare. I had his attention so much that he was biting his twitching lips. It sent a jolt through me as I hotly moved to him. Now looking straight into his eyes, I leaned in and said good night followed by a soft moist kiss on his inviting lips. It turned out as a sex kiss that only further fueled my raging hormones. Without thinking I firvidly whispered a soft, "your missed shave looks great" into my own sons ear, leaving it with the tip of my tongue gently feeling the inner ear. As we seperated, my eyes moved to inspect his bulge. My hand quickly touched my pussy and confirmed my nighty was soaked. To not draw attention, I moved to gaze with half opened eyes into his eyes. It was though my son was in a trance, but mom too, so I softly said, "I love you", slowly standing, turning, and breathlessly drifting towards my bedroom knowing my son would be chasing me. But he didn't move and I was too hot think about anything other indulging in sexual pleasures. I now felt saved from the pent up love shyness I had created. My son could not help but hear my moans. Was he watching mom through the opened door? The notion set my rythm just right to be fucking my son. We were unprotected and mating so my son could relieve his tensions and shoot wad after wad inside moms pussy. I am confident this will happen. No longer am I willing to wait forever, but at the same time now I feel I am in the drivers seat, I need to slow down and edge a bit with this new hunger to tease my son more before our ultimate pleasing. I love this feel-good I am having about my son, so I plan to build just enough tension that my son gets so impassioned and almost begging that he rips teasing moms shirt off, pulls my panties down just enough to franticly force his stiff fat penis inside my hungry pussy. He goes deeper and deeper, pounding and pounding as our bodies grind against one anothers until my son is out of control and I feel his cock pulsing, twitching, and ejaculating sticky, slippery, wet sperm deep inside me. The excitement of having unprotected intercourse with my virgin son until he climaxed and inseminated mom gave me yet another orgasm. Just knowing I have my sons sperm inside me is gratifying.

The following is 100% true, recent, and secret from everyone in my life.

Brief background. I’m a recently divorced man in my 50’s. Secretly a bi-cocksucker. My X never knew about my occasional ventures out to gloryholes or to meet older men I met online.

Back up slightly further. My mother-in-law, a chubby not-so-attractive Greek woman, died about 2 years ago. We never really got along. She was dating an Egyptian man at the time, who I felt was out of her league.

A few months ago I ran across this Egyptian, that she used to date, and we talked. He was a huge guy, older, chubby, and very scruffy. In our talk over coffee, I confided I wasn’t too fond of my now-deceased mother-in-law, and he had a smirk on his face when I said that. He told me that he was only with her because she would do anything he said, no matter how vulgar, humiliating, or kinky.

This shocked me as I always thought she was conservative and straight-laced.

He said, “I have tons of pics of her as evidence.” My jaw dropped. I am a total voyeur and have seen many family members nude or engaged in sex, in pics and videos. I seek this stuff out. Seeing someone you know, naked and exposed, is far more erotic than seeing a stranger, even if that stranger is more attractive. I’d rather see my fat mother-in-law naked, than the hottest model in the world.

So he said he might consider showing me a pic or two and he saw me light up. I said that I would LOVE to see it. He said that he could only show me these pics if he could totally trust me. I begged and promised. He told me he would show me the first pic for free, and then after that, we’d have to make an arrangement.

So out comes a high-quality picture of my super conservative and religious Greek mother-in-law, sitting on the same couch I was now sitting on, with this Greek man’s fat hard cock in her hands. I was instantly hard and staring. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My X-wife’s mom, holding a hard cock. I promise you, my heart was racing.

He saw me staring and readjusting my shorts and asked me if what I saw turned him on. I said, “Beyond words.” He said he has hundreds and hundreds of pics and videos and this was the tamest of them all.

I begged to see them. So he says, what are you going to show me? What can you do to guarantee me you will never tell anyone about these pics? I swore up and down I’d never tell a living soul.

He said, “I’ll tell you what. I need more than words. I see you staring at my cock in that picture and don’t deny it. I can tell that you’re impressed. If you hold my hard cock in your hands, while I show you another pic that will show even more of your mother-in-law, then I’ll show you.”

And that is how it started.

As he showed me hundreds and hundreds of XXX pics and videos he made me hold his cock, stroke him, suck him and take his cock in my ass. We both used the pics as an excuse to live out our deviant sexual fantasies.

This is still going on today. I visit him several times per week and he shows me more and more and I suck and fuck him, and now one of his even older Egyptian friends, on every visit. I have swallowed their cum, been fucked, and totally used.

They took several pictures of me with their cocks in my mouth so that I would always keep our arrangement secret. Genuine blackmail, but it was worth it.

This has been the most erotic thing I have ever done in my life.

I am a 33 year old man and a completely deviant pervert. I love reading these stories on this site. I get so hard. I particularly love the slutty mom's, women and girls that write about all the wicked things they enjoy.

I think I've been a perv ever since I was a little five year old and convinced the the little girl next door to show me her pussy.

My childhood was fantastic with blowjobs from my friends little seven year old sister and stuffing my little hard cock into my friends ass at around ten.

Sadly though, my adult sexual life hasn't been as fulfilling.

What turns me on the most is naughty talk from a women or girl chastising me by telling me what a pedo perv I am while also saying how much they love that about me.

I've spent my whole adult life dreaming of finding a depraved woman who'll not only accept my wickedest kinks but would even encourage them.

A woman that will happily suck me off while breastfeeding our infant daughter and then making me cover her tits and the babe's face in my cum.

A woman that will teach our children to take pleasure in being penetrated in all their tiny holes.

A woman that will whisper the most sinful depravities into my ear while stocking my cock as we drive our kids to school.

A woman that will demand I impregnate her and any daughters we may have to create more little fuck toys...

This is just a fantasy though but it turns me on so much.