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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).

Mom and I were always quite close, closer than most mothers were with the boys they raised. She was open in her appearance, walking around the house in untied bathrobes and lingerie, letting me take glances and commending my courage when I eventually confessed my attraction to her curves. Rather than get upset she seemed almost excited at the thought, locking the door to my room before removing her robe and asking me to prove it, to go ahead and “make mommy proud.”
I did, unzipping my pants and jerking off in front of her, proudly shooting buckets of cum all over her tits and from that point on she let me use them as a release, whenever I had a stressful day at the job, or in class, or with whoever I was dating at the time. There would be days where I was completely content, and just laid down on her, using them like pillows, her hands caressing my head and my back as if I was a baby still.
She gave me perpetual satisfaction, so it was bittersweet that we were here now, me on top of her, straddling her nude body - I had recently accepted a job offer that would require me to relocate to the west coast, and was heading out tomorrow. I would not be able to visit as often now, so she covered up her face (ever the smart woman) and had me take a photo of her, that I would keep and look it whenever the desire came. “It’ll give me great pleasure in knowing these still bring you joy, baby.”
I took the picture, and she took off the flag so she could see my erection, cooing and asking if that was for her, and I just nodded my head. She said “Prove it mister,” and so I pulled down my pants, my cock springing in view, and moved up so I can slide it in between those tits of hers, gently moving back and forth as she squeezed her breasts together and gasped to herself, but I eventually got more excited, and began moving more rapidly, until I was holding on to those tits myself and smashing them together while fucking them as fast I could. She said those same words over and over again… “Make mommy proud baby, make mommy proud…” and I lost it, cumming deep within her breasts while still thrusting non-stop, my cum nowhere to be seen until the very end, where it overflowed and spilled out from that deep cleavage of hers and dripped down her neck. Mom smiled at me, her face sweaty, and I smiled back. I had made one last memory with her, that would play fresh in my head whenever I would look at this photo.

Mom and I were always quite close, closer than most mothers were with the boys they raised. She was open in her appearance, walking around the house in untied bathrobes and lingerie, letting me take glances and commending my courage when I eventually confessed my attraction to her curves. Rather than get upset she seemed almost excited at the thought, locking the door to my room before removing her robe and asking me to prove it, to go ahead and “make mommy proud.”

I did, unzipping my pants and jerking off in front of her, proudly shooting buckets of cum all over her tits and from that point on she let me use them as a release, whenever I had a stressful day at the job, or in class, or with whoever I was dating at the time. There would be days where I was completely content, and just laid down on her, using them like pillows, her hands caressing my head and my back as if I was a baby still.

She gave me perpetual satisfaction, so it was bittersweet that we were here now, me on top of her, straddling her nude body - I had recently accepted a job offer that would require me to relocate to the west coast, and was heading out tomorrow. I would not be able to visit as often now, so she covered up her face (ever the smart woman) and had me take a photo of her, that I would keep and look it whenever the desire came. “It’ll give me great pleasure in knowing these still bring you joy, baby.”

I took the picture, and she took off the flag so she could see my erection, cooing and asking if that was for her, and I just nodded my head. She said “Prove it mister,” and so I pulled down my pants, my cock springing in view, and moved up so I can slide it in between those tits of hers, gently moving back and forth as she squeezed her breasts together and gasped to herself, but I eventually got more excited, and began moving more rapidly, until I was holding on to those tits myself and smashing them together while fucking them as fast I could. She said those same words over and over again… “Make mommy proud baby, make mommy proud…” and I lost it, cumming deep within her breasts while still thrusting non-stop, my cum nowhere to be seen until the very end, where it overflowed and spilled out from that deep cleavage of hers and dripped down her neck. Mom smiled at me, her face sweaty, and I smiled back. I had made one last memory with her, that would play fresh in my head whenever I would look at this photo.

for jaysincesthub :)
Mom recently got divorced and was going on a shit-ton of dates with men that didn’t stick, so being the horny boy I was, I offered to take her out on a date of my own, a nice dinner as a bit of a thank you for her raising me by herself (in addition to quench the bit of lust I had for her).
“Awww, that’s so sweet, son. Of course you can take me out!”
I tested the waters, warned her about some subtle flirting and touching I had planned: “Okay but remember, this is an actual date, I’ll treat you like I do all the other girls I take out.”
She just smiled. “Oh don’t worry mister, I was going to treat you the same way; just another man who asked me out.” I got hard with the thought of her flirting back, maybe a kiss here or there, but no, I didn’t realize fully what she meant, until well after the check was paid for and we were back home. In her eyes, this date was just getting started.

for jaysincesthub :)

Mom recently got divorced and was going on a shit-ton of dates with men that didn’t stick, so being the horny boy I was, I offered to take her out on a date of my own, a nice dinner as a bit of a thank you for her raising me by herself (in addition to quench the bit of lust I had for her).

“Awww, that’s so sweet, son. Of course you can take me out!”

I tested the waters, warned her about some subtle flirting and touching I had planned: “Okay but remember, this is an actual date, I’ll treat you like I do all the other girls I take out.”

She just smiled. “Oh don’t worry mister, I was going to treat you the same way; just another man who asked me out.” I got hard with the thought of her flirting back, maybe a kiss here or there, but no, I didn’t realize fully what she meant, until well after the check was paid for and we were back home. In her eyes, this date was just getting started.

(Source: jaysincesthub)

Right now she was the opposite of her usual self - calm and quiet - but tomorrow morning she would laugh at her own wicked sense of humor during breakfast with the family, as she asked her little brother if he had another one of those “crazy dreams” last night. The parents, as usual, looked confused and concluded this as an inside joke while the poor sibling was trying so hard not to blush, eating slowly in the hopes that his rapidly-growing erection would subside. She rested on her elbow while smiling and staring at her brother lovingly, quite similar to how she looked at him under the sheets, in the middle of the night, waking him up only to help him relax after he shot his load, and get back to bed using only those lips of hers.

Right now she was the opposite of her usual self - calm and quiet - but tomorrow morning she would laugh at her own wicked sense of humor during breakfast with the family, as she asked her little brother if he had another one of those “crazy dreams” last night. The parents, as usual, looked confused and concluded this as an inside joke while the poor sibling was trying so hard not to blush, eating slowly in the hopes that his rapidly-growing erection would subside. She rested on her elbow while smiling and staring at her brother lovingly, quite similar to how she looked at him under the sheets, in the middle of the night, waking him up only to help him relax after he shot his load, and get back to bed using only those lips of hers.

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Daddy was never home. He was that successful traveling type with tailored suits and too many frequent flyer miles that made every woman that had the pleasure of meeting him swoon with lust and envy, including his own daughter. She would leap on him, wrap his legs around his muscular torso and hug him extra tight as the wife watched with suspicious eyes, aware of just how much they adored each other. She never let those two out of her sight, because she knew much more would be happening if she wasn’t around, how quickly that suit would be coming off.
Still, that didn’t stop the father from calling his princess whenever he could and leaving her the nastiest messages that he would never say to his wife, or his mistress, to be played over and over again whenever daddy wasn’t home. The poor mother didn’t know that her husband had already made their daughter cum plenty, well before they went to embrace each other.

Daddy was never home. He was that successful traveling type with tailored suits and too many frequent flyer miles that made every woman that had the pleasure of meeting him swoon with lust and envy, including his own daughter. She would leap on him, wrap his legs around his muscular torso and hug him extra tight as the wife watched with suspicious eyes, aware of just how much they adored each other. She never let those two out of her sight, because she knew much more would be happening if she wasn’t around, how quickly that suit would be coming off.

Still, that didn’t stop the father from calling his princess whenever he could and leaving her the nastiest messages that he would never say to his wife, or his mistress, to be played over and over again whenever daddy wasn’t home. The poor mother didn’t know that her husband had already made their daughter cum plenty, well before they went to embrace each other.

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Since I’m here…. with new followers still amassing I feel somewhat guilty for the lack of recent updates, but the pieces in my real world are falling into their proper places and and over the next week I’ll start to have more time again for this erotic indulgence. Stay thirsty my friends.