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Okay, so this is lasting a bit longer than expected. You will notice a lack of updates as of recent, not intentional but this blog has taken a back seat to reality, and I find myself lacking inspiration because my mind is kind of focused on other things right now. I like to ponder and think through these morally questionable adventures, not rush through them so bear with me. There is always the archives :)

Taking a pic of my aunt during one of family get-togethers; the rest of the fam sees it innocently enough of course, me snapping pics of happy relatives but us two, we have this rather unique and intimate relationship, and she knows me well enough, giving me that "you just cannot wait til later, can you?" look. She’s smiling because she knows I can’t. Sorry babe.

Taking a pic of my aunt during one of family get-togethers; the rest of the fam sees it innocently enough of course, me snapping pics of happy relatives but us two, we have this rather unique and intimate relationship, and she knows me well enough, giving me that "you just cannot wait til later, can you?" look. She’s smiling because she knows I can’t. Sorry babe.

(Source: firelement55)

So I’m here with mom, taking her out on a “date” as we both have nothing else to do on this Friday night, and she really goes all out for me, putting on her favorite dress and jewelry and a few glasses of wine later, we start confiding in each other some more intimate details; I ramble on about my past girlfriends and sexual escapades, joking with her about her own lack of a sex life, but she stares at her glass for a minute, biting her lip before deciding to prove me wrong, finally.
She started telling her story, about my dad leaving when I was born and my grandparents caring for me when I was young; I knew all of this already, but she then confessed that this was all because of her need to rebound, because she was meeting strangers in bars and lounges, being taken on dates just like this one where she would be wined and dined, and then whisked away to an empty park or driven to a secluded spot so she could let them fuck her however they wanted, or suck them off before coming to pick me up and go home. She never returned any calls, ever. “I could’ve been a better mother” she lamented, but I disagreed, telling her how amazing she was and how I came out now. “You can forget those men, forget that asshole… you have me now.” I said with a smile, trying to be cute, and she leaned back in the chair, smiling right back. “You’re quite right, baby…”
We looked at each other for a few more moments, embracing this conversation before I felt her foot on my leg, slowly working its way up, finding its way to my thighs and feeling the erection which, admittedly I’ve had for a while now checking out her cleavage and imagining all those men that she let take advantage of her. She was still smiling, knowing full well what was happening while I grabbed the nearest waiter and asked for the check.
"I love you so much, son." And with that, she went in her bag and searched a bit for the car keys before placing them in my hand, and interlocking her fingers with mine as she clasped it. "Drive us somewhere where no one’s watching…"

So I’m here with mom, taking her out on a “date” as we both have nothing else to do on this Friday night, and she really goes all out for me, putting on her favorite dress and jewelry and a few glasses of wine later, we start confiding in each other some more intimate details; I ramble on about my past girlfriends and sexual escapades, joking with her about her own lack of a sex life, but she stares at her glass for a minute, biting her lip before deciding to prove me wrong, finally.

She started telling her story, about my dad leaving when I was born and my grandparents caring for me when I was young; I knew all of this already, but she then confessed that this was all because of her need to rebound, because she was meeting strangers in bars and lounges, being taken on dates just like this one where she would be wined and dined, and then whisked away to an empty park or driven to a secluded spot so she could let them fuck her however they wanted, or suck them off before coming to pick me up and go home. She never returned any calls, ever. “I could’ve been a better mother” she lamented, but I disagreed, telling her how amazing she was and how I came out now. “You can forget those men, forget that asshole… you have me now.” I said with a smile, trying to be cute, and she leaned back in the chair, smiling right back. “You’re quite right, baby…”

We looked at each other for a few more moments, embracing this conversation before I felt her foot on my leg, slowly working its way up, finding its way to my thighs and feeling the erection which, admittedly I’ve had for a while now checking out her cleavage and imagining all those men that she let take advantage of her. She was still smiling, knowing full well what was happening while I grabbed the nearest waiter and asked for the check.

"I love you so much, son." And with that, she went in her bag and searched a bit for the car keys before placing them in my hand, and interlocking her fingers with mine as she clasped it. "Drive us somewhere where no one’s watching…"

(Source: awesomebodyz, via firelement55)

She was older, but with no kids, never growing out of her party phase and still enjoying her freedom, unlike her sister who had not one but four sons to care for (one of those pro-life prudes who settled down early). A true polar opposite who lived in the other side of town, yet the only thing connecting these two sisters was the webcam they decided to get to keep in touch. And they did, but the party girl also loved keeping in touch with all of her nephews, skyping them later in the night, knowing their mom would be sleeping already, a little buzzed and before she headed out to another party with a table waiting for her, and the nephews all huddled around the screen and answered anxiously, knowing what to expect by this point. The cam loaded; they all saw the intense cleavage and the lack of panties and her manicured hands seductively waiving hello. She moved and strutted and rubbed her breasts together (this being of those few times she wished they had milk flowing from her into her own eager son’s mouth). But she rubbed them and saw with joy as the boys, one by one, finished their deed, right there in their own shorts or pants, making cum stains that she blew kisses at (she could almost taste it), and then she smiled and they said their I love you’s and she closed the connection, knowing they were going to get a good night’s sleep as she herself stepped out onto the dance floor to grind on some more guys who were out on the prowl. At least one of them would end up cumming in his jeans right there on the spot.

She was older, but with no kids, never growing out of her party phase and still enjoying her freedom, unlike her sister who had not one but four sons to care for (one of those pro-life prudes who settled down early). A true polar opposite who lived in the other side of town, yet the only thing connecting these two sisters was the webcam they decided to get to keep in touch. And they did, but the party girl also loved keeping in touch with all of her nephews, skyping them later in the night, knowing their mom would be sleeping already, a little buzzed and before she headed out to another party with a table waiting for her, and the nephews all huddled around the screen and answered anxiously, knowing what to expect by this point. The cam loaded; they all saw the intense cleavage and the lack of panties and her manicured hands seductively waiving hello. She moved and strutted and rubbed her breasts together (this being of those few times she wished they had milk flowing from her into her own eager son’s mouth). But she rubbed them and saw with joy as the boys, one by one, finished their deed, right there in their own shorts or pants, making cum stains that she blew kisses at (she could almost taste it), and then she smiled and they said their I love you’s and she closed the connection, knowing they were going to get a good night’s sleep as she herself stepped out onto the dance floor to grind on some more guys who were out on the prowl. At least one of them would end up cumming in his jeans right there on the spot.

(Source: maskmadnessuncensored, via comeonnowshowme)