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READ CLOSELY: This blog represents the desires and fantasies of a successful man living big in the city, for which those fantasies are plenty: primarily incest and voluptuous women, but oh, there's a little bit of everything: promiscuous sluts, seductive strippers, doms, cucks, bullies, and bimbos. I write captions utilizing one or more of these elements. Don't be afraid, no one is watching you - Take a look around. Talk to me. Let me know what you like (all conversations always remain private).

He warned his mother that this day would come, that all that pent-up lust that she helped him unearth would rear its ugly head soon. She kept on telling him that he needed to be more aggressive with women, wasn’t the most supportive of moms when he lamented about the latest dumb girl to leave his ass for whatever reason; she rolled her eyes told him it was his fault. She even took his hands a few time and put it on her tit or her ass and scoffed when he instinctively pulled back in shock.
So she knew, deep down inside this was her fault. Waking up from a nap that she doesn’t remember getting into, realizing that she was tied down and that her own son was having his way with her, fucking her raw, and that there were a number of other boys in the room with their dicks out, seemingly waiting their turn. The son wanted to go easy on this woman who raised him, while making a big point, and he started to speak with equal parts revenge, lust and affection. “Is this what you wanted mom? You want me to be the asshole that gets the girl, right? Not some loser like dad who you continue to sleep with on your bed, wasting your time? You just want to get fucked, is that it? By me? By my friends? By real men with big dicks?” All somewhat rhetorical as he had his hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake up his dad, but she just teared up and was nodding yes, yes while feeling what would be the first of many cumshots unloading in her that night.

He warned his mother that this day would come, that all that pent-up lust that she helped him unearth would rear its ugly head soon. She kept on telling him that he needed to be more aggressive with women, wasn’t the most supportive of moms when he lamented about the latest dumb girl to leave his ass for whatever reason; she rolled her eyes told him it was his fault. She even took his hands a few time and put it on her tit or her ass and scoffed when he instinctively pulled back in shock.

So she knew, deep down inside this was her fault. Waking up from a nap that she doesn’t remember getting into, realizing that she was tied down and that her own son was having his way with her, fucking her raw, and that there were a number of other boys in the room with their dicks out, seemingly waiting their turn. The son wanted to go easy on this woman who raised him, while making a big point, and he started to speak with equal parts revenge, lust and affection. “Is this what you wanted mom? You want me to be the asshole that gets the girl, right? Not some loser like dad who you continue to sleep with on your bed, wasting your time? You just want to get fucked, is that it? By me? By my friends? By real men with big dicks?” All somewhat rhetorical as he had his hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake up his dad, but she just teared up and was nodding yes, yes while feeling what would be the first of many cumshots unloading in her that night.

(Source: s-existential, via hissexylittleminx)

I was the third wheel on this vacation with my aunt and her latest boyfriend, a man who made no effort to hide his intentions, making her scream in the room next door while the walls were thumping. I knew how my aunt was, how much she got around, but I wasn’t one to judge.

Still, she always told me how much I was her “favorite man,” how much she adored me and all. Even now on this trip, she still whispered that in my ear while her man was out fetching drinks, giving my ear a light kiss and giggling moments before he returned. The big surprise she had for me though, which was intentional on her part, was not telling me that her boo would not stay the entire trip for work-related reasons. Yes, she knew all along that he would leave three days before the check-out date, which explained her amusement at my visible disdain of the situation.

That day came and the boyfriend shook my hand and said “Take good care of her” before heading out, and I walked back to the room to find the radio on, her on the balcony dancing her ass and putting on a show. She was inviting me to the balcony without even saying a word, so I walked up right behind her, and she just continued dancing, her ass rubbing up against me now as she took both my hands and placed them around her. She leaned her head back against my neck. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You want your tia to help you redeem this trip, baby?”

The day was finally here: after weeks of patient waiting, subtle flirting and glances between you and your daughter, lingering touches that became more and more suggestive, you two finally had the house to yourselves. Your wife went on that long-awaited trip to visit some friends upstate for the weekend, and as soon as you kissed her goodbye on the driveway, she sped off, and you walked back briskly into your home, up the stairs and into your baby’s room, where she was awake and waiting, speaking softly: “Is she gone yet?”

The day was finally here: after weeks of patient waiting, subtle flirting and glances between you and your daughter, lingering touches that became more and more suggestive, you two finally had the house to yourselves. Your wife went on that long-awaited trip to visit some friends upstate for the weekend, and as soon as you kissed her goodbye on the driveway, she sped off, and you walked back briskly into your home, up the stairs and into your baby’s room, where she was awake and waiting, speaking softly: “Is she gone yet?”

(Source: melc, via jcuttertv)

This woman was such an innocent, naive mother who only wanted the best for her son. He had been slacking in one of his classes and kept on complaining to his mom that the professor had it out for him, and she rubbed his head and told him not to worry.
One weekend when her boy was out staying in a friend’s house she  called the teacher and invited him over, with the genuine intent of conversation, next steps and so on but the rugged man gave her a once over and laid out his proposition within a half hour of entering her living room. “Take your clothes off and fuck me like you mean it, I’ll see what I can do.”
The woman got offended, but knew what these grades would mean for her son; colleges and scholarships, and she was indeed single (and a bit lonely, honestly) ever since her husband passed away so she took him up on his offer, let the teacher taint her with his aggressive fucking, making her gag and limp a bit afterwards that first time around. She took it in the ass even, something she’d never thought she do. 
Well, the report cards arrived later that semester and the son failed the class; he was weeping and she was infuriated, told him to stay in his room while she spoke to the teacher again; she invited him over and scolded him for his dishonesty as soon as he entered. The teacher replied calmly: “I never said I could pass him, I said I’ll see what I can do. There’s a process here, and there’s a lot of things you need to do with paperwork and all. It’s not easy…” and just spouting bullshit non-stop.
"The mother was too naive for her own good, becoming a pawn and not even aware of how she was sounding in her frantic, fragile state: "What? You need me to motivate you again? You know, I did had fun but you really were rough last time and I need to help my son-“
"I’ll go easier on you this time."
"You have to - he’s upstairs crying about all of this."
"Okay." And so they both took their clothes off and he fucked her again on her couch, actually being a bit nice and gentle this time. He laughed to himself though, both because of how much of a pussy her son seemed to be, and because he knew this was the only time he would ever keep to his word. The mother would eventually get done over and over again, enjoying this dick so much that she continued to fuck the man even after she knew her son’s future was a lost cause.

This woman was such an innocent, naive mother who only wanted the best for her son. He had been slacking in one of his classes and kept on complaining to his mom that the professor had it out for him, and she rubbed his head and told him not to worry.

One weekend when her boy was out staying in a friend’s house she  called the teacher and invited him over, with the genuine intent of conversation, next steps and so on but the rugged man gave her a once over and laid out his proposition within a half hour of entering her living room. “Take your clothes off and fuck me like you mean it, I’ll see what I can do.”

The woman got offended, but knew what these grades would mean for her son; colleges and scholarships, and she was indeed single (and a bit lonely, honestly) ever since her husband passed away so she took him up on his offer, let the teacher taint her with his aggressive fucking, making her gag and limp a bit afterwards that first time around. She took it in the ass even, something she’d never thought she do. 

Well, the report cards arrived later that semester and the son failed the class; he was weeping and she was infuriated, told him to stay in his room while she spoke to the teacher again; she invited him over and scolded him for his dishonesty as soon as he entered. The teacher replied calmly: “I never said I could pass him, I said I’ll see what I can do. There’s a process here, and there’s a lot of things you need to do with paperwork and all. It’s not easy…” and just spouting bullshit non-stop.

"The mother was too naive for her own good, becoming a pawn and not even aware of how she was sounding in her frantic, fragile state: "What? You need me to motivate you again? You know, I did had fun but you really were rough last time and I need to help my son-“

"I’ll go easier on you this time."

"You have to - he’s upstairs crying about all of this."

"Okay." And so they both took their clothes off and he fucked her again on her couch, actually being a bit nice and gentle this time. He laughed to himself though, both because of how much of a pussy her son seemed to be, and because he knew this was the only time he would ever keep to his word. The mother would eventually get done over and over again, enjoying this dick so much that she continued to fuck the man even after she knew her son’s future was a lost cause.

(Source: thesearepeoplefucking)

We were at a family function and shit was boring as usual, catching up with some cousins and whatnot to pass the time, saying hello to my various aunts and uncles but I looked at my mom as she rolled her eyes hard, looking in the distance. I went to see the object of her disdain and it was her younger sister, my aunt, walking in what must’ve been the tightest dress I’ve ever seen on a woman, accentuating the already amazing curves my whole family was well aware she had. She arrived alone and explained that she “was going to a friend’s party after this, so….”
My mom looks at me and only half-jokingly tells me to try not to stare, but I couldn’t help it, and I found myself glancing more and more, until one point she was talking with someone I think and her backside was to me, and she was caressing herself and I just stopped trying to act disinterested. I stared for a few moments as she rubbed her ass, and slowly looked up only to find her staring right at me this whole time, smiling. My aunt knew exactly what she was doing.
Later on that evening when I’m walking out the bathroom and down the dim-lit hall she stops me and pushes me against the wall, reminds me of how long its been since we last saw each other and asks if I want to go out with her to the club tonight. In her words, “It’s the type of place people go to for dancing real, real close. I’m tired of meeting guys there and would love it if you could dance with me, baby…”

We were at a family function and shit was boring as usual, catching up with some cousins and whatnot to pass the time, saying hello to my various aunts and uncles but I looked at my mom as she rolled her eyes hard, looking in the distance. I went to see the object of her disdain and it was her younger sister, my aunt, walking in what must’ve been the tightest dress I’ve ever seen on a woman, accentuating the already amazing curves my whole family was well aware she had. She arrived alone and explained that she “was going to a friend’s party after this, so….”

My mom looks at me and only half-jokingly tells me to try not to stare, but I couldn’t help it, and I found myself glancing more and more, until one point she was talking with someone I think and her backside was to me, and she was caressing herself and I just stopped trying to act disinterested. I stared for a few moments as she rubbed her ass, and slowly looked up only to find her staring right at me this whole time, smiling. My aunt knew exactly what she was doing.

Later on that evening when I’m walking out the bathroom and down the dim-lit hall she stops me and pushes me against the wall, reminds me of how long its been since we last saw each other and asks if I want to go out with her to the club tonight. In her words, “It’s the type of place people go to for dancing real, real close. I’m tired of meeting guys there and would love it if you could dance with me, baby…”

(Source: 1sograteful)

The real irony here is that he fucks your girlfriend, your campus sweetheart like she’s a total whore, degrading her and asking why she continues to date men of such low caliber, and she defies him, lamenting that she does indeed love you, ready for the pain she knows she’s about to get. And while she doesn’t hate you, she knows deep down inside this relationship with you still exists because of this other man, this man who loves putting women in their place. And this girl - she needs that authority. She enjoys the pain she gets from being associated with you.

The real irony here is that he fucks your girlfriend, your campus sweetheart like she’s a total whore, degrading her and asking why she continues to date men of such low caliber, and she defies him, lamenting that she does indeed love you, ready for the pain she knows she’s about to get. And while she doesn’t hate you, she knows deep down inside this relationship with you still exists because of this other man, this man who loves putting women in their place. And this girl - she needs that authority. She enjoys the pain she gets from being associated with you.

(Source: rulittle2, via cumformeboredwifey)

Anonymous asked: There's only one way that last story about the male escort could have been any better. If the escort showed up 20min after the man came inside her and left.

I presume you meant the husband showing up 20 minutes later, not the escort right? Yes, there are so many ways to dig that metaphorical knife deeper which helps makes it more arousing - have the husband come home right after, have him leave call her while she’s getting pounded, him leaving a message as she’s yelling for his name. So fucked up lol