u/Equanimity_take3

It's particularly enthralling when facing the consequences becomes truly inevitable, no matter how one might attempt to avoid it. Being confined to the same space, it's easy for webs to grow intricate and tangled; resulting in delicious, tension-brewed conflict.

An older woman - established, well accomplished in her field, taking in her nephew for a few short months could be a recipe for chaos.

He’s a student, attending a college campus nearby and seeking a life of his own. Though, as pressured by their family, he’s staying with his stable, trustworthy aunt until he can get settled. Well, the aunt appears to be trustworthy, of course. But she may have vices unknown to her sweet nephew, and the rest of their family. Hedonistic tendencies, small notes that's roughened the edges of the clean-cut aunt he once knew. There's a devil beneath that suit. She’s changed now, and he is very much a man.

Writer’s Note: Exploring the shift in their psyches as they acknowledge each other as members of the opposite sex could be very enticing. He may even have a girlfriend, or she, a multitude of lovers which she brings home to incite that shift.

Their predicaments might be spurred by what was allegedly an innocent exchange. Upon her request, (and insistence despite his hesitance to exchange social media with his own aunt, all in the name of parental surveillance), they add each other's photo-centric social media accounts.

She needs fashion advice while preparing for a gala event sponsored by her firm, and he’s occupied elsewhere. Naturally, she sends pictures of her outfit, asking for opinions to mark an impression on her clients.

Her venomous, sleek outfit. So unashamedly engineered for the male gaze.

Nothing more, of course. She’s looking for a man’s opinion after all, having been swallowed into such a male-centric industry, it’s only logical.

What she doesn’t anticipate is that the sight of her in such unforgiving and remarkable attire drives him up a wall. It's dizzying, terrible, intoxicating, and worst of all - he finds himself wanting more. Best thing about photos once opened? They can't be unsent. The thought of her is imprinted into his mind, his psyche.

What ensues from here could go several routes:

1. He remains quiet, and the two begin to test motives. Is it all innocent or are latent feelings involved? Perhaps either party make minuscule flirtatious nudges each time they find an opening (out of pure intrigue, or with full intent) - ultimately resulting in an outburst from either party that leads them to reveal a lot more about their relationship’s direction.
2. He immediately (or later) responds, questioning if she really knows what she's sent him, or if she'll show him more.
3. He takes a screenshot. Saves it, but for god knows what reason. His aunt notices. He can't help but find himself returning to the image, haunting his brain and eventually forcing him to admit an interest in her.

There's a plethora of reactions, that would influence their dynamic in an entertaining manner. As your partner, I would help design both based upon whatever type of character you would like to portray - as a suitable counterpart to draw in both the magnetism between them, and undeniable friction.

This idea is still under construction, so you are welcome to come in with suggestions or modifications!

Nonetheless, be warned: This ERP does explore heavy themes of taboo and incest. If this is not your cup of tea, it may not be the right RP for you!

Anyway, I’m very keen to get this RP underway and work with you to form a tantalising story. Please feel free to shoot me a DM and we can go from there!

Discord: x_holo2

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

The bell over the diner door chimed a tired, metallic *fuck you*. Another eight hours of greasy air and grabbing hands. All for a pocketful of crumpled change that wouldn't even cover the eviction notice taped to the apartment door.

She twisted the keys and pushed the door into a melting pot of aromas wafting from the room. Dylan was at the stove, a wooden spoon gripped in his hand and a decrepit recipe book being cradled in the other. At 19, he was all slender limbs and a beautiful boy with her dark eyes. He was concentrating, his brow furrowed like an old man.

“Mom!” He dropped the spoon with a *clatter* and scrambled over for a tight embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her neck. “It’s great to see you, I thought I’d let myself in make some dinner for us”

Stephanie hugged him back. At 43, stress hadn't stolen her looks, just her youth. Her body was still lush with generous curves that her cheap uniform failed to hide.

“Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have. How’s college been?”

“We’ll talk about that later. Let’s eat,” he said, his voice muffled. He pulled back, beaming, his crooked smile a weapon.

“That sounds great” she confirmed, her throat tight. He was everything.

Later, on the couch, Dylan was a warm weight against her side, his head on her shoulder. His breathing evened out long before the movie credits rolled. She waited, her heart hammering. This was the moment.

Her fingers trembled as they hooked into the waistband of his dinosaur pajamas. Please, God, let me stop, she thought, a prayer she knew was bullshit. She pulled.

The fabric whispered down his skinny legs. And there it was. Even soft, it was a thing of impossible beauty. A veiny and decadent column of flesh resting against his thigh. It wasn't just shapely; it was a well-endowed heirloom. Several inches of dormant fuck-meat. Her cunt clenched, a hot, liquid pulse of pure lust. What a waste, she thought. What a goddamn waste to let this perfection go unloved.

With a shaking hand, she raised her phone. The camera’s flash was off. Her ringer was on silent, just in case. She framed the shot, a perfect portrait of obscene innocence.

*Click. Click. Click.*

The walk back to her room was a fever dream. Her own slickness was soaking through her jeans. The moment her door clicked shut, it was an explosion. She shed her clothes and flopped onto the bed, her phone glowing in the dark. She swiped to the first photo, zooming in on the perfect, sleeping cock. Her other hand was already between her legs, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. She wasn't gentle. She was rough, punishing. She circled her clit with a frantic pressure, her hips bucking as she stared at the image. Her mind supplied the rest: the weight of it in her hand, the taste of it on her tongue, the impossible stretch of it forcing its way inside her. A choked sob escaped her lips as she came, a shattering orgasm that left her gasping and empty.

Dylan had been her only solace for a while. A greasy man named Mr. Henderson was very much on the verge of firing her at work and she wouldn’t be surprised if an eviction notice landed in the mailbox tomorrow to sweeten the deal.

Her room still shut, she sat at her laptop and opened the live chat window. She needed to vent her frustrations and guilt to someone, and that job usually went to **SugarMomma**, her online confidant and friend who shared her predilection for younger men. She didn't know much about her friend, just that her name was Christine, and she had some deep pockets—some kind of high-powered fixer out west. Christine knew she had a son.

The chat window popped up. 

SugarMomma: Well now, cutie. Up and about at this hour? Trouble at the diner?

Chloe’s fingers hovered. No time for coy.

MissHoney: They don’t call it trouble anymore. They call it fired. I’m screwed.

SugarMomma: Oh, bless your heart. A woman with your… *appreciation* for the finer things shouldn’t have to sully herself with such nasty realities. You should ask your son if he can help you *relieve some stress* hehe ;)

MissHoney: Ugh. Will you stop? He doesn’t know about the things we talk about

SugarMomma: Seriously Steph, you need to get a grip. God, if I had a son like that…the things I’d do to him. You’re sitting on a gold mine and you won’t even budge!!

MissHoney: It’s easy for you to say! He’s about the only good thing in my life rn. Idk what to do Chrissy!

There was a long pause. Stephanie was being sincere with her thoughts. Dylan had been the only constant during her struggles as a mother and breadwinner. Despite her heavy and heated attraction to him, she couldn’t fathom fracturing a connection just to get her true feelings in the open.

A lengthy response popped open on her laptop window to break her spiral.

SugarMomma: Alright cutie. Let’s put our cards on the table. I know he’s your son. I know you have a very specific appetite for him. And I know your job isn’t gonna last you. I want to make you a proposition. I want you to film him. You can start slow but I want to watch you put him to good use.

The proposition was so blunt, so unbecoming, it took Chloe’s breath away.

There was a 10 second pause before Christine’s next message arrived on her screen.

SugarMomma: I will pay you more than you’ve ever seen.

Stephanie’s pupils widened and her breath hitched. What was she eroding her son down to?

MissHoney: Umm. I’ll think about it.

***

Hey all! So I really would love to do a mom/son incest RP based around a mother approached with the idea of whoring out herself and her beloved son for the sake of making ends meet and primal sexual gratification.

This story is fairly simple in its approach and largely focuses on the sexualisation of a maternal relationship. How deep into the rabbit hole will the mother and son go? Will they cross limits and how will the mother behave during all of this? Will she unravel into a cumdrunk mistress or still have her senses about her to put her foot down?

And how do I react to all this change? Where is the father in all of this (we can explore NTR themes as well if we so desire).

Anyway, I’m very keen to get this RP underway and work with you to form a tantalising story. Please feel free to shoot me a DM and we can go from there!

Dr. Stacy Anderson MD-PhD, known professionally around the world as Dr. Sex is the foremost voice in the world of clinical sex psychology, the study of human sexuality and reproduction. Her particular academic and industry expertise are in the genetic and ethical consequences of incest and incestuous reproduction - a topic often misconstrued and wrongly ostracised, in her words.

Dr. Anderson is a brilliant woman of course, having written numerous ground breaking papers on all manner of sex-related topics. The thing that gets her invited on TV, Podcasts, signs her book deals, and generally makes her wealthy beyond belief is the fact that she's also drop dead gorgeous. "Dr. Sex" doesn't work nearly as well for a haggard old man, but looking like a bombshell sure sells seats.

Amongst helping the maternal generation of her own time, Dr. Anderson also happens to be a mother herself, one of a 19-year old who (out of sheer embarrassment) shied away from her association during his way through college. He was is someone who she often struggled to hold a relationship with, particularly during her time on the corporate ladder. Something neither is proud of.

And now she's researching for her next book.

The benefits of mother-son incest and reproductive risks in our modern age; a self-study.

Needless to say, she has a lot of novel tests to run at home. It’s apparent that once again, her son will be the household guinea pig of sorts. But little do either of them know - these harmless experiments for the pursuits of academic excellence, might hold the power to change their relationship forever.

***

Hey all! So I really would love to do a mom/son incest RP based around a mother being a clinical therapist who commits risqué acts with her son under the guise of “research” and “pushing boundaries for scientific knowledge”.

Be warned, this ERP does explore heavy themes of taboo and incest. If this is not your cup of tea, it may not be the right RP for you!

This story could play out in several ways - perhaps the mother has latent sexual feelings towards her son and uses this as an excuse to get close? Perhaps she is solely after the outcome of her “scientific” study until she’s overwhelmed out of sheer sexual satisfaction with her darling son? There’s a lot of leeway here to mould the character’s desires to your liking. Sexual frustration, slow-burn, and taboo chemistry will be themes that run rampant throughout this story.

And how do I react to all this change? Where is the father in all of this (we can explore NTR themes as well if we so desire).

Anyway, I’m very keen to get this RP underway and work with you to form a tantalising story. Please feel free to shoot me a DM and we can go from there!

Discord: x_holo2

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

Hey all,

First up, I’ll be transparent - I’m a big fan of erotic writing. I think you’ll be able to tell by just scrolling through my history (if you haven’t already, you little stalker) that I’m a huge fan of erotic writing and going into boundless detail with very deplorable topics and depraved fantasies with my equally enthusiastic partners. Naturally then, my writing often bleeds into several conversations I have on here or to areas of reddit adjacent. For better or for worse.

Sometimes though, just sometimes I want to escape from the ebbs and flows of the erotic roleplaying format and simply talk about really dirty things, y’know?

I want to talk about the animalistic desires of my own body or my partner’s. I want to learn about the taboo things that turn them on, their favourite pornstars, their go-to hentai, their sexual obsessions, or even just the last thing that made their legs writhe in bliss and their clit convulse to a messy finish.

I really want to find someone who’s so unashamedly relapsed and fixated on obscene perversions that they just need a safe space to sink their teeth into it and ramble-fap their way into justifying it. It’s the hottest thing ever. Let me be that outlet. That safe space for you to stroke and share. I adore a goonette who wants to come out of her closet.

I suppose there’s nothing more to add, my words speak for themselves but just in case there’s any confusion:

Please come and slide into my DMs so we can talk about all our dirty perversions and be depraved together in the morally corrupt hole that we call our chat.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

Discord: x_holo2

I am 18+, and all characters and participants will also be 18+.

Dr. Stacy Anderson MD-PhD, known professionally around the world as Dr. Sex is the foremost voice in the world of clinical sex psychology, the study of human sexuality and reproduction. Her particular academic and industry expertise are in the genetic and ethical consequences of incest and incestuous reproduction - a topic often misconstrued and wrongly ostracised, in her words.

Dr. Anderson is a brilliant woman of course, having written numerous ground breaking papers on all manner of sex-related topics. The thing that gets her invited on TV, Podcasts, signs her book deals, and generally makes her wealthy beyond belief is the fact that she's also drop dead gorgeous. "Dr. Sex" doesn't work nearly as well for a haggard old man, but looking like a bombshell sure sells seats.

Amongst helping the maternal generation of her own time, Dr. Anderson also happens to be a mother herself, one of a 19-year old who (out of sheer embarrassment) shied away from her association during his way through college. He was is someone who she often struggled to hold a relationship with, particularly during her time on the corporate ladder. Something neither is proud of.

And now she's researching for her next book.

The benefits of mother-son incest and reproductive risks in our modern age; a self-study.

Needless to say, she has a lot of novel tests to run at home. It’s apparent that once again, her son will be the household guinea pig of sorts. But little do either of them know - these harmless experiments for the pursuits of academic excellence, might hold the power to change their relationship forever.

Discord: x_holo2

Hey all! So I really would love to do a mom/son incest RP based around a mother being a clinical therapist who commits risqué acts with her son under the guise of “research” and “pushing boundaries for scientific knowledge”.

Be warned, this ERP does explore heavy themes of taboo and incest. If this is not your cup of tea, it may not be the right RP for you!

This story could play out in several ways - perhaps the mother has latent sexual feelings towards her son and uses this as an excuse to get close? Perhaps she is solely after the outcome of her “scientific” study until she’s overwhelmed out of sheer sexual satisfaction with her darling son? There’s a lot of leeway here to mould the character’s desires to your liking. Sexual frustration, slow-burn, and taboo chemistry will be themes that run rampant throughout this story.

And how do I react to all this change? Where is the father in all of this (we can explore NTR themes as well if we so desire).

Anyway, I’m very keen to get this RP underway and work with you to form a tantalising story. Please feel free to shoot me a DM and we can go from there!

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

Tucked into the cozy nook of a country absolved of long-standing familial sin and taboo - stands a prestigious and infamous adults-only resort. The getaway caters to a specific demographic, categorically. Mothers and their sons. A primal relationship common amongst all people, yet steeped in controversy and decadently rich in obscenity. Curious? Just ask the welcoming staff about the founder.

The humble establishment was created by none other than Mr. John L. Ullmann in 1854. While he no longer stays at this wonderful resort - his primary goal for the Oedipus Hotel was to develop and foster a sense of community and bonding between mothers and sons. Guests from all across the world come here to stay and enjoy the facilities and tailored bonding activities that are hand picked for each couple! Its features are many and varied, all meant to encourage a loving environment for the relationship to bloom into something special.

While the resort remains hidden for the uninitiated and uninvited, it exists for any couples wishing to explore its offerings.

This is the story of a particular mother and son who stumbled across the resort, perhaps by mistake or by divine algorithmic intervention. A mother in her 40s approaching her mid-career slump tries to acknowledge and resuscitate the familial relationship she's avoided her whole working life, whilst her 19 year old son who succeeded through college struggles to keep a relationship with any of his sexual partners. Will this be the best or worst decision they've ever made for each other?

Discord: x_holo2

Writer’s note: Please be warned that there is heavy amounts of detailed incest and taboo topics involved in this prompt and the work that we’d do together on it. Our smut:story ratio will vary on our chemistry and prose as partners.

***

Hi all, I would love to do this roleplay around a resort that focuses on a mother and son relationship. One of the things I would love to do is build the resort and its features together - what would a place like this look like? Where would it be? How would the staff tend to the guests? All kinds of worldbuilding possibilities! And, of course, we would be roleplaying together so we would also develop our characters and tailor their personalities. I really love an angle where the mother and son have no idea what they are in for - perhaps they booked it without knowing the true intent? Or one of them does and is using it as a seduction technique... Ultimately, details and creativity are what I'm looking for, so the more we can brainstorm and think of devilish ideas - the better!

In terms of kinks, I have so many and would love to discuss them with you. Ones that are necessary here are incest (I want it to slow burn into absolute filth), detailed writing and enthusiasm! We can certainly discuss my more prescriptive list of kinks together. Please feel free to DM me so we can share our details and chat!

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

Tucked into the cozy nook of a country absolved of long-standing familial sin and taboo - stands a prestigious and infamous adults-only resort. The getaway caters to a specific demographic, categorically. Mothers and their sons. A primal relationship common amongst all people, yet steeped in controversy and decadently rich in obscenity. Curious? Just ask the welcoming staff about the founder.

The humble establishment was created by none other than Mr. John L. Ullmann in 1854. While he no longer stays at this wonderful resort - his primary goal for the Oedipus Hotel was to develop and foster a sense of community and bonding between mothers and sons. Guests from all across the world come here to stay and enjoy the facilities and tailored bonding activities that are hand picked for each couple! Its features are many and varied, all meant to encourage a loving environment for the relationship to bloom into something special.

While the resort remains hidden for the uninitiated and uninvited, it exists for any couples wishing to explore its offerings.

This is the story of a particular mother and son who stumbled across the resort, perhaps by mistake or by divine algorithmic intervention. A mother in her 40s approaching her mid-career slump tries to acknowledge and resuscitate the familial relationship she's avoided her whole working life, whilst her 19 year old son who succeeded through college struggles to keep a relationship with any of his sexual partners. Will this be the best or worst decision they've ever made for each other?

Writer’s note: Please be warned that there is heavy amounts of detailed incest and taboo topics involved in this prompt and the work that we’d do together on it. Our smut:story ratio will vary on our chemistry and prose as partners.

***

Hi all, I would love to do this roleplay around a resort that focuses on a mother and son relationship. One of the things I would love to do is build the resort and its features together - what would a place like this look like? Where would it be? How would the staff tend to the guests? All kinds of worldbuilding possibilities! And, of course, we would be roleplaying together so we would also develop our characters and tailor their personalities. I really love an angle where the mother and son have no idea what they are in for - perhaps they booked it without knowing the true intent? Or one of them does and is using it as a seduction technique... Ultimately, details and creativity are what I'm looking for, so the more we can brainstorm and think of devilish ideas - the better!

In terms of kinks, I have so many and would love to discuss them with you. Ones that are necessary here are incest (I want it to slow burn into absolute filth), detailed writing and enthusiasm! We can certainly discuss my more prescriptive list of kinks together. Please feel free to DM me so we can share our details and chat!

Discord: x_holo2

Dr. Stacy Anderson MD-PhD, known professionally around the world as Dr. Sex is the foremost voice in the world of clinical sex psychology, the study of human sexuality and reproduction. Her particular academic and industry expertise are in the genetic and ethical consequences of incest and incestuous reproduction - a topic often misconstrued and wrongly ostracised, in her words.

Dr. Anderson is a brilliant woman of course, having written numerous ground breaking papers on all manner of sex-related topics. The thing that gets her invited on TV, Podcasts, signs her book deals, and generally makes her wealthy beyond belief is the fact that she's also drop dead gorgeous. "Dr. Sex" doesn't work nearly as well for a haggard old man, but looking like a bombshell sure sells seats.

Amongst helping the maternal generation of her own time, Dr. Anderson also happens to be a mother herself, one of a 19-year old who (out of sheer embarrassment) shied away from her association during his way through college. He was is someone who she often struggled to hold a relationship with, particularly during her time on the corporate ladder. Something neither is proud of.

And now she's researching for her next book.

The benefits of mother-son incest and reproductive risks in our modern age; a self-study.

Needless to say, she has a lot of novel tests to run at home. It’s apparent that once again, her son will be the household guinea pig of sorts. But little do either of them know - these harmless experiments for the pursuits of academic excellence, might hold the power to change their relationship forever.

***

Hey all! So I really would love to do a mom/son incest RP based around a mother being a clinical therapist who commits risqué acts with her son under the guise of “research” and “pushing boundaries for scientific knowledge”.

Be warned, this ERP does explore heavy themes of taboo and incest. If this is not your cup of tea, it may not be the right RP for you!

This story could play out in several ways - perhaps the mother has latent sexual feelings towards her son and uses this as an excuse to get close? Perhaps she is solely after the outcome of her “scientific” study until she’s overwhelmed out of sheer sexual satisfaction with her darling son? There’s a lot of leeway here to mould the character’s desires to your liking. Sexual frustration, slow-burn, and taboo chemistry will be themes that run rampant throughout this story.

And how do I react to all this change? Where is the father in all of this (we can explore NTR themes as well if we so desire).

Anyway, I’m very keen to get this RP underway and work with you to form a tantalising story. Please feel free to shoot me a DM and we can go from there!

I am 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+

The bell over the diner door chimed a tired, metallic fuck you. Another eight hours of greasy air and grabbing hands. All for a pocketful of crumpled change that wouldn't even cover the eviction notice taped to the apartment door.

She twisted the keys and pushed the door into a melting pot of aromas wafting from the room. Dylan was at the stove, a wooden spoon gripped in his hand and a decrepit recipe book being cradled in the other. At 19, he was all slender limbs and a beautiful boy with her dark eyes. He was concentrating, his brow furrowed like an old man.

“Mom!” He dropped the spoon with a clatter and scrambled over for a tight embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her neck. “It’s great to see you, I thought I’d let myself in make some dinner for us”

Stephanie hugged him back. At 43, stress hadn't stolen her looks, just her youth. Her body was still lush with generous curves that her cheap uniform failed to hide.

“Oh, baby. You shouldn’t have. How’s college been?”

“We’ll talk about that later. Let’s eat,” he said, his voice muffled. He pulled back, beaming, his crooked smile a weapon.

“That sounds great” she confirmed, her throat tight. He was everything.

Later, on the couch, Dylan was a warm weight against her side, his head on her shoulder. His breathing evened out long before the movie credits rolled. She waited, her heart hammering. This was the moment.

Her fingers trembled as they hooked into the waistband of his dinosaur pajamas. Please, God, let me stop, she thought, a prayer she knew was bullshit. She pulled.

The fabric whispered down his skinny legs. And there it was. Even soft, it was a thing of impossible beauty. A veiny and decadent column of flesh resting against his thigh. It wasn't just shapely; it was a well-endowed heirloom. Several inches of dormant fuck-meat. Her cunt clenched, a hot, liquid pulse of pure lust. What a waste, she thought. What a goddamn waste to let this perfection go unloved.

With a shaking hand, she raised her phone. The camera’s flash was off. Her ringer was on silent, just in case. She framed the shot, a perfect portrait of obscene innocence.

Click. Click. Click.

The walk back to her room was a fever dream. Her own slickness was soaking through her jeans. The moment her door clicked shut, it was an explosion. She shed her clothes and flopped onto the bed, her phone glowing in the dark. She swiped to the first photo, zooming in on the perfect, sleeping cock. Her other hand was already between her legs, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. She wasn't gentle. She was rough, punishing. She circled her clit with a frantic pressure, her hips bucking as she stared at the image. Her mind supplied the rest: the weight of it in her hand, the taste of it on her tongue, the impossible stretch of it forcing its way inside her. A choked sob escaped her lips as she came, a shattering orgasm that left her gasping and empty.

Dylan had been her only solace for a while. A greasy man named Mr. Henderson was very much on the verge of firing her at work and she wouldn’t be surprised if an eviction notice landed in the mailbox tomorrow to sweeten the deal.

Her room still shut, she sat at her laptop and opened the live chat window. She needed to vent her frustrations and guilt to someone, and that job usually went to SugarMomma, her online confidant and friend who shared her predilection for younger men. She didn't know much about her friend, just that her name was Christine, and she had some deep pockets—some kind of high-powered fixer out west. Christine knew she had a son.

The chat window popped up. 

SugarMomma: Well now, cutie. Up and about at this hour? Trouble at the diner?

Chloe’s fingers hovered. No time for coy.

MissHoney: They don’t call it trouble anymore. They call it fired. I’m screwed.

SugarMomma: Oh, bless your heart. A woman with your… appreciation for the finer things shouldn’t have to sully herself with such nasty realities. You should ask your son if he can help you relieve some stress hehe ;)

MissHoney: Ugh. Will you stop? He doesn’t know about the things we talk about

SugarMomma: Seriously Steph, you need to get a grip. God, if I had a son like that…the things I’d do to him. You’re sitting on a gold mine and you won’t even budge!!

MissHoney: It’s easy for you to say! He’s about the only good thing in my life rn. Idk what to do Chrissy!

There was a long pause. Stephanie was being sincere with her thoughts. Dylan had been the only constant during her struggles as a mother and breadwinner. Despite her heavy and heated attraction to him, she couldn’t fathom fracturing a connection just to get her true feelings in the open.

A lengthy response popped open on her laptop window to break her spiral.

SugarMomma: Alright cutie. Let’s put our cards on the table. I know he’s your son. I know you have a very specific appetite for him. And I know your job isn’t gonna last you. I want to make you a proposition. I want you to film him. You can start slow but I want to watch you put him to good use.

The proposition was so blunt, so unbecoming, it took Chloe’s breath away.

There was a 10 second pause before Christine’s next message arrived on her screen.

SugarMomma: I will pay you more than you’ve ever seen.

Stephanie’s pupils widened and her breath hitched. What was she eroding her son down to?

MissHoney: I… I’ll think about it.

***

Hey all! So I really would love to do a mom/son incest RP based around a mother approached with the idea of whoring out herself and her beloved son for the sake of making ends meet and primal sexual gratification.

This story is fairly simple in its approach and largely focuses on the sexualisation of a maternal relationship. How deep into the rabbit hole will the mother and son go? Will they cross limits and how will the mother behave during all of this? Will she unravel into a cumdrunk mistress or still have her senses about her to put her foot down?

And how do I react to all this change? Where is the father in all of this (we can explore NTR themes as well if we so desire).

Anyway, I’m very keen to get this RP underway and work with you to form a tantalising story. Please feel free to shoot me a DM and we can go from there!

Not even five minutes had transpired since Dylan’s return home from his stuffy college dorm and his mother was already up in his face, restless about sharing her newly installed smart-home device "C.H.A.S.T.I.T.I".

“CHAS— umm, what Mom?”

You heard that right, Communicative Home Assistance for Smart Total Integration and Trust Interface, better known as C.H.A.S.T.I.T.I was the next big thing in Stephanie’s tech-savvy household. The store clerk had insisted that this would be the a “revolutionary step” in how a smart-home could be idealised by the “wonders of AI”.

The buzzwords firing off his mother’s tongue almost verbatim made him roll his eyes as far back as they could muster.

“But darling, it’s anything and everything you could ever need at the tap of your phone screen!” She insisted with unfiltered and innocent glee.

What sort of harm could there possibly be in letting a machine dictate control over simple everyday necessities?

Need your bathroom door unlocked across the hallway? It’s easy to do with a simple swipe!

Need your laundry to be delivered to your room? It’s all just a set and forget!

Need the thermostat cranked up for the upcoming cold snap? All you had to do was ask!

While the developers really did their due diligence packing the features of this device to the rafters, where the device fell short was in its reliability. You could just ask Dylan and Stephanie Marsden about that.

After the well-intentioned mother drops her phone in the kitchen sink, all hell breaks loose in the family’s hi-tech home. Opening doors, flickering lights, not to mention the various iCloud photos being streamed on the family TV, are all just the beginning. A series of hijinks ensue as the mother and son try to outlast the series of calamitous events for the weekend, as they gradually transition from somewhat trivial to borderline raunchy.

Surely C.H.A.S.T.I.T.I’s cutting edge AI system would never incite anything taboo, incestuous or depraved between a mother and son in their own home, right? After all, it’s only using the depths of the internet as its training data…

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Hi all,

I would love to do this roleplay around a AI-fueled smart-home gone wrong, particularly focusing the mother and son that are in its cross fire, unaware of just how depraved things are going to get.

One of the things I would love to do is build the device features and “errors” that it undergoes together - what can this machine control? Where will it go wrong? How much sexual tension can it add to the mother-son duo? All kinds of worldbuilding possibilities!

And, of course, we would be roleplaying together so we would also develop our characters and tailor their personalities. I really love an angle where the mother and son have no idea what they are in for. Or perhaps either has existing feelings of lust for the other and capitalises on the opportunity? Ultimately, details and creativity are what I'm looking for, so the more we can brainstorm and think of devilish ideas - the better!

In terms of kinks, I have so many and would love to discuss them with you. Ones that are necessary here are incest (I want it to slow burn into absolute filth), detailed writing and enthusiasm. We can certainly discuss my more prescriptive list of kinks together. Please feel free to DM me so we can share our details and chat!