u/Agreeable_Echo_999

You knew what today was. You know what a guy like me in his sexual prime wants. All women can joke about these days is "men only want one thing" so you know I'm 'hard up'. Besides with the prevalence of incest porn and the level of general sexual comfort society has reached these days is it really so crazy that I'd wanna just get some good, hard, balls deep fucking from my hot female fmaily???

So what do you say?

Ready to give me some cake on my birthday? I'll provide the cream filling.

You knew what today was. You know what a guy like me in his sexual prime wants. All women can joke about these days is "men only want one thing" so you know I'm 'hard up'. Besides with the prevalence of incest porn and the level of general sexual comfort society has reached these days is it really so crazy that I'd wanna just get some good, hard, balls deep fucking from my hot female fmaily???

So what do you say?

Ready to give me some cake on my birthday? I'll provide the cream filling.

You know how normal it is for family to get so comfortable around each other they wear barely any clothes at all?

You know how a mom or sister will just have on like a robe or sundress with no underwear on whatsoever?

Or how a son/brother will be in nothing but loose fitting boxer shorts with a fly that hangs open an doesnt button?

And how even if they're trying to do something together in a tight space where they could easily run into each other they won't change into more covering clothes?

Or how they'll still do thing like cuddle, wrestle, have tickle fights, sleep in the same bed, and other activities in such revealing clothes?

Well of course you do, because out family does it all the time! And sure maybe you and I have a lot of "accidents" because of this but thats jsut part of being a family right?

So what if while your rummagingnthrough the fridge in just a robe I co.e up behind you and lean over your exposed ass to grab something an inadvertently slip my hard cock inside your wet pussy.

Or if when you come to sit on the couch to watch tv you miss the seat and land in my lap, your short sun dress riding up causing you slip right onto my dick?

We do exactly what we should in those situations. We finish and then we go about our day. Cause "accidents haplen".

Maybe it was always bound to happen, or perhaps we put ourselves in this postion purposefully (regardless of whether it was concious or subconcious)?

Either way, we were primed for this moment. All the variables lined up.

To start, we're both in our respective sexual primes.

You, a mature woman of child bearing years who's body has developed optimally for attracting a mate. Wide hips, large bust, soft curves, clear skin, luxurious hair, etc. And your system is being flooded with hormones that make you constsntly want to be filled. Every month you dont have a baby inside you a literal physical punishment.

Me, a younger man constsntly horny and eager to spred my genes. The sum total of my upbringing in this modern society telling me to appreciate the curvaceous, over sexualized secondary characteristics that make women like you an attractive breeding prospect. Not to mention my spiked levels of testosterone make critical thinking near impossible when faced with the potential of having sex.

Then let's build in the fact we've lived together for so long we've become overly comfortable with one another, happy to be near completely underdressed when we're alone, constsntly seeing each other's bodies, and possibly overhearing each other's perosnal relief habits. Not to mention how easily our conversations border on the salacious.

Factor in thay despite all this both of us are a bit starved of physical affection and we really are ready to snap.

Now for the situation. All of the above could be ignored, we could have just be frustrated together but not crossed any lines.

The issue?

House guests. Specifically your best friend and her new boyfriend. They're all over each other in the guest room and neither of us can avoid hearing it. Then I catch you peeping on them, their door cracked and the sight of them going at it like animals on full display. And I lean in behind you to see for myself.

Well, it's only natural that I could get aroused, and your fat ass grinding on me doesn't help. Then grinding turns to fondling, and fondling turns to outright molesting. Next thing we know we're in the room next door and I'm balls deep inside you.

So mom, how do we handle the fallout???

There is one, very important, steadfast rule that most men know to follow. Never...ever....EVER stick your dick in crazy. It never works out.

And yet, how quickly I ignored that rule after a bit of a dry spell and a particularly stressful week.

I knew deep down that being roommates with you was going to end poorly for me. You showed every sign of being the exact type of crazy that that rule was meant to help guys like me avoid. But the prospect of having a thicc goth as a permanent fixture at home was too good to pass up. And we kind of vibed on a social level. We seemed to be into the same kinds of stuff. We both are casually 420 friendly, enjoy watching horror movies, enjoy fantasy/scifi tv shows, love hard rock and metal music, play video games, etc. So I figured we'd get along. And again, having you as constant eye candy seemed like such a good idea at the time.

But I shouldn't have ignored the red flags. You made too many "jokes" about bad past relationships ending because you were too "possessive" or guys never cpuld seem to "handle your attitude", and you made a passing remark avout a restraining orser that I took as hyperbole. You were definitely out of my league and yet way too eager to make commebt about casual roommate hookups, or paying your rent in "pther wayse" because you tend to find yourself "in between steady jobs". Not to mention the way you offhandedly mentioned how you think you "make a better pet than roommate". The list goes on, I'm sure you can remind me of others.

For months I was content to just brush it all off. We got along great and I was dating pretty consistently, so the temptation to take any "joke" you made seriously wasn't too strong.

Then work got stressful. Really stressful. I started coming home just worked to the bone and too mentally exhausted to even think about going on dates. And that led to a dry spell. A long one. Longer than I cared to admit. All the while you were there to hang out and help me recover. You reminded me how I always had you to lean on. How you were here for me. We got closer, and closer.

Then, one Friday night, after one too many beers and joints, I found myself on the couch with my legs spread, you on your knees in front of me, and your head in my lap sucking my cock vigorously. I don't remember exactly how we got there. But it doesn't really matter cause it felt so good. You were a fucking expert, shamelessly and selflessly prioritizing my pleasure. As if you were desperate to please me. You swallowed my first load with gleeful ease and poped my cock from your mouth saying... "see baby...I'm all the slut you need...I can make you so happy..." before you started sucking again. It was mind numbingly good, and my pent up balls were just so happy to be relieved of their tension. You assured me this was just casual sex and at that time I believed it.

Now, things have been spiraling. You're constsntly checking in on me, making sure I do little more than go to work and come home to fuck you. You say you don't care that I'm sill on the dating apps, but you only want me to scroll through then with you, asking me which girls I think are hot and then getting defensive and desperate to prove you’re hotter by begging me to "fuck me like you'd fuck her...prove I'm sexier...please..." bouncing on my cock while I swipe left on them and reassure you with my dick.

I think you're basically my girlfriend now. Even through you've told me several times you're not. Though when I ask if you're sure you respond by swooning and asking "do you really want me to be?"

You're fucking nuts. Crazy possessive. A complete freak. And I kind of love it.

Ruin my life. Make me a shut in with no friends and no life beyond work and fucking you.

Getting frisky with family is a slippery slope. One excuse leads to another til youre a slobbering mess filled with cum.

"Oh, it's just hand stuff...I really just want to feel it. That doesn't count right?"

"Well, I guess it's just a blowjob. It's so big, and sucking it would be fun. Not like we're fucking..."

"I mean, we could put it in just to make you confortable...just don't pump, ok?"

"Fuck, it does feel good...t's fine, this one time...mmmm...just make sure you pull out."

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming again! Oooohhh fuck! Don't you dare pull out! I don't care! I want it all inside me!"