u/NoisyDoodler

The smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter in my robe, making breakfast for three for the first time in years. Yet, as I hear a set of familiar footsteps creeping up behind, a little involuntary shiver runs through me, knowing what comes next.

"Morning, Mom"

Yout fingers have already slid around my waist and tugged my robe open, letting it fall loose as your palms immediately fill with my large, heavy breasts, squeezing and playing with them like they may very well be yours.

“Oh, here we go again,” I murmur, even as I lean encouragingly into the touch for a few indulgent seconds before tapping your wrist lightly. “Easy there, mister. Those don't come for free, remember?”

You chuckles against my neck, giving my nipples a final teasing pinch before stepping back and helping with the eggs.

"Missed you too, Mom,"

It's your first summer back after finishing college and had moved back home to figure things out. Yet, despite being away for so long, we fall back into a playful familiar rhythm, one both as a mother and son and as part-time lovers. We work around each other seamlessly before we sit down together at the table for breakfast, our legs trading flirty little caresses under the table even as your father’s footsteps descend from upstairs.

Later that afternoon I’m relaxing on the lounge chair in the backyard, soaking up the sun in my bikini, when I catch you coming outside from the corner of my eye. I peek over my sunglasses and give a warning look.

“Back for seconds already?”

"Yep," You grin and waste no time reaching down to tug the cups of my bikini top aside to free my breasts. Your cock is out in seconds, hard and eager as you stroke yourself over me. "Do you mind?"

I roll my eyes with a fond smile and push my soft, natural tits together anyway. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” I say, my voice a mix of teasing and maternal scolding. “What if someone saw you out here jacking off to your poor mother?”

"We'll just say it was the pool boy," you reply simply.

"I... don't know how that solves the problem at all,"

"Well if you can help me solve this problem fast enough then maybe we won't have to deal with that other one,"

I roll my eyes but a small smile play at my lips despite myself.

“Go on then… cum for Mommy, sweetie,” I purr, sticking my tongue out for a pink little landing pad just as you like. But, just as you're right on the edge, you push your cock insistently toward my mouth parting my lips and forcing yourself down my throat. Your fingers thread through the side of my blonde hair, holding me in place as thick ropes of cum splash against the back of my throat. I let out a little yelp, my hands braced against your thighs but I take it all like as good mothers do.

When you finally pull out, you at least had the manners to say, “Thank you.” I grunt an affirmative while swallowing it down, and you lean in to kiss my cheek sweetly before heading back inside.

'At least that saves me having to clean up after,' I think with a little smirk as I tuck my breasts back into my bikini top. “Behave yourself for the rest of the day, young man,” I call after you, even though we both know you won’t.

The day is winding down and I’m curled up in bed reading my book when I hear the door open. I recognize those familiar footsteps immediately, and my pulse quickens as the mattress dips with your weight. Your fingers trail slowly up my inner thigh, gently spreading my legs as I peer up from the top of my book.

“Is your father home?” I ask, feeling the cool air whisper across my skin as you tug my shorts down.

“You know you wouldn’t have to ask that if you just moved in with me,” he teases.

“Riiiight. To where and what apartment again?,” I drawl, my voice warm and amused as you tease the head of his cock against my entrance.

"I've got a few leads," you says, and for some reason, my heart drops a little bit at the implication of you moving out so soon after I'd just gotten you back. I dip my head back behind my book.

“Buy me a ring first, then we’ll talk.”

“Sure,” you grin, “think you could front me the cost with my allowance?”

I let out a sharp, involuntary laugh at that and toss the book at you. You laugh too, leaning down to capture my lips in a deep kiss and we make out like it was the first time. It didn't much more for me to get ready and soon, I am gasping into your mouth as you push the rest of your thick length into me in one smooth stroke. You stop for a moment, ripping my top above my head as I get acclimated to your size. I throw my arms around your shoulders dragging you down for a kiss as my legs lock behind your back, pulling you in deeper as I whisper into your ear.

"Welcome home, baby,"

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Hello! Just in time for the summer, the premise of this RP revolves around a mother and her son who's recently completed college and is entering that in-between phase of life that is post-grad. He's since moved back home to his mother who's eager to continue their past history of trysts as secret lovers during his stay. It's a pretty standard story setup, but beyond the smut, the vibe I'd like to emphasize is the casual flirting and banter of two people who are essentially each other's best friends as long as they've known each other, dancing around the idea of committing to a taboo romantic relationship before the summer ends. It's an exciting yet tenuous time for the both of them and I'd love to play out this whirlwind romance to its conclusion and possibly what comes after (should they both choose to end up together, keep things casual, or leave everything in the past)

If you are interested, please reach out to me with an active scene starter. Before you click away, I do want to emphasize that I'm not at all looking for long, elaborate prose. Just establish the scene i.e. what are WE doing at the moment, not just your character. The prompt above details what's happened on your first day moving back. Do not rehash it! Day 2 onwards is what I'm looking for. Involve my character Emma in whatever post is going on and I will "Yes, and..." pretty much whatever. Want to run a cozy, slice of scenario just hanging out at the living room? Cool with me. Grocery shopping for what we're making for dinner? Hell yeah! Waking up next to each other the morning after the events of the prompt? Count me in. Bending me over the kitchen counter while your Dad throws insults at the US Men's National team in the World Cup? Why the fuck not?

Beyond writing ability, I'm looking for someone I could mesh with first and foremost. That said, I'm looking primarily for Dom or Dom leaning Switch writers. Feel free to assume whatever details you'd like in your intro and we can worldbuild as we go if things work out. And, though it's incest and my character is white, you certainly do not have to restrict yourself as such. Lastly, you can reply in 3rd or 1st person and I'll adapt accordingly.

Please check out my kinks/limits below and please take your time and think the reply through. This is not first come/first serve and I'm more likely to reply to interesting scenarios than whatever’s first.

Kinks: Casual sex, dirty talk, banter, switch dynamics in the streets, d/s dynamics in the sheets, incest, interracial, freeuse, breeding, large cocks, dubious consent, rough sex, cuddling, facefucking, titfucking, public sex, romance, unlikely partners, gangbangs, cheating, creampies, aftercare, flirting

Limits: Scat, piss, underage, beastiality, anthro, monsters, insects, AI art

The smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter in my robe, making breakfast for three for the first time in years. Yet, as I hear a set of familiar footsteps creeping up behind, a little involuntary shiver runs through me, knowing what comes next.

"Morning, Mom"

Yout fingers have already slid around my waist and tugged my robe open, letting it fall loose as your palms immediately fill with my large, heavy breasts, squeezing and playing with them like they may very well be yours.

“Oh, here we go again,” I murmur, even as I lean encouragingly into the touch for a few indulgent seconds before tapping your wrist lightly. “Easy there, mister. Those don't come for free, remember?”

You chuckles against my neck, giving my nipples a final teasing pinch before stepping back and helping with the eggs.

"Missed you too, Mom,"

It's your first summer back after finishing college and had moved back home to figure things out. Yet, despite being away for so long, we fall back into a playful familiar rhythm, one both as a mother and son and as part-time lovers. We work around each other seamlessly before we sit down together at the table for breakfast, our legs trading flirty little caresses under the table even as your father’s footsteps descend from upstairs.

Later that afternoon I’m relaxing on the lounge chair in the backyard, soaking up the sun in my bikini, when I catch you coming outside from the corner of my eye. I peek over my sunglasses and give a warning look.

“Back for seconds already?”

"Yep," You grin and waste no time reaching down to tug the cups of my bikini top aside to free my breasts. Your cock is out in seconds, hard and eager as you stroke yourself over me. "Do you mind?"

I roll my eyes with a fond smile and push my soft, natural tits together anyway. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that?” I say, my voice a mix of teasing and maternal scolding. “What if someone saw you out here jacking off to your poor mother?”

"We'll just say it was the pool boy," you reply simply.

"I... don't know how that solves the problem at all,"

"Well if you can help me solve this problem fast enough then maybe we won't have to deal with that other one,"

I roll my eyes but a small smile play at my lips despite myself.

“Go on then… cum for Mommy, sweetie,” I purr, sticking my tongue out for a pink little landing pad just as you like. But, just as you're right on the edge, you push your cock insistently toward my mouth parting my lips and forcing yourself down my throat. Your fingers thread through the side of my blonde hair, holding me in place as thick ropes of cum splash against the back of my throat. I let out a little yelp, my hands braced against your thighs but I take it all like as good mothers do.

When you finally pull out, you at least had the manners to say, “Thank you.” I grunt an affirmative while swallowing it down, and you lean in to kiss my cheek sweetly before heading back inside.

'At least that saves me having to clean up after,' I think with a little smirk as I tuck my breasts back into my bikini top. “Behave yourself for the rest of the day, young man,” I call after you, even though we both know you won’t.

The day is winding down and I’m curled up in bed reading my book when I hear the door open. I recognize those familiar footsteps immediately, and my pulse quickens as the mattress dips with your weight. Your fingers trail slowly up my inner thigh, gently spreading my legs as I peer up from the top of my book.

“Is your father home?” I ask, feeling the cool air whisper across my skin as you tug my shorts down.

“You know you wouldn’t have to ask that if you just moved in with me,” he teases.

“Riiiight. To where and what apartment again?,” I drawl, my voice warm and amused as you tease the head of his cock against my entrance.

"I've got a few leads," you says, and for some reason, my heart drops a little bit at the implication of you moving out so soon after I'd just gotten you back. I dip my head back behind my book.

“Buy me a ring first, then we’ll talk.”

“Sure,” you grin, “think you could front me the cost with my allowance?”

I let out a sharp, involuntary laugh at that and toss the book at you. You laugh too, leaning down to capture my lips in a deep kiss and we make out like it was the first time. It didn't much more for me to get ready and soon, I am gasping into your mouth as you push the rest of your thick length into me in one smooth stroke. You stop for a moment, ripping my top above my head as I get acclimated to your size. I throw my arms around your shoulders dragging you down for a kiss as my legs lock behind your back, pulling you in deeper as I whisper into your ear.

"Welcome home, baby,"

---

Hello! Just in time for the summer, the premise of this RP revolves around a mother and her son who's recently completed college and is entering that in-between phase of life that is post-grad. He's since moved back home to his mother who's eager to continue their past history of trysts as secret lovers during his stay. It's a pretty standard story setup, but beyond the smut, the vibe I'd like to emphasize is the casual flirting and banter of two people who are essentially each other's best friends as long as they've known each other, dancing around the idea of committing to a taboo romantic relationship before the summer ends. It's an exciting yet tenuous time for the both of them and I'd love to play out this whirlwind romance to its conclusion and possibly what comes after (should they both choose to end up together, keep things casual, or leave everything in the past)

If you are interested, please reach out to me with an active scene starter. Before you click away, I do want to emphasize that I'm not at all looking for long, elaborate prose. Just establish the scene i.e. what are WE doing at the moment, not just your character. The prompt above details what's happened on your first day moving back. Do not rehash it! Day 2 onwards is what I'm looking for. Involve my character Emma in whatever post is going on and I will "Yes, and..." pretty much whatever. Want to run a cozy, slice of scenario just hanging out at the living room? Cool with me. Grocery shopping for what we're making for dinner? Hell yeah! Waking up next to each other the morning after the events of the prompt? Count me in. Bending me over the kitchen counter while your Dad throws insults at the US Men's National team in the World Cup? Why the fuck not?

Beyond writing ability, I'm looking for someone I could mesh with first and foremost. That said, I'm looking primarily for Dom or Dom leaning Switch writers. Feel free to assume whatever details you'd like in your intro and we can worldbuild as we go if things work out. And, though it's incest and my character is white, you certainly do not have to restrict yourself as such. Lastly, you can reply in 3rd or 1st person and I'll adapt accordingly.

Please check out my kinks/limits below and please take your time and think the reply through. This is not first come/first serve and I'm more likely to reply to interesting scenarios than whatever’s first.

Kinks: Casual sex, dirty talk, banter, switch dynamics in the streets, d/s dynamics in the sheets, incest, interracial, freeuse, breeding, large cocks, dubious consent, rough sex, cuddling, facefucking, titfucking, public sex, romance, unlikely partners, gangbangs, cheating, creampies, aftercare, flirting

Limits: Scat, piss, underage, beastiality, anthro, monsters, insects, AI art

My name is Sigrid Stormcaller, and today may be the day I die.

The morning is bitterly cold. My hands are bound, my armor stripped down to rags, and the taste of iron is still on my tongue from yesterday’s bitter defeat. I stand in line with the other Stormcloaks, waiting to be loaded onto the carts like cattle to face our judgement in Helgen. Ulfric is here, gagged and proud but all I can focus on is him: The young lieutenant I’ve shared my bedroll with for months.

I'd met him in a situation much like this one where death was more of a certainty than waking up to see the morning light. Back then, by the skin of our teeth, we'd fought back-to-back in the Pale against the Legion threatened to overrun our camp. And, against all odds, in the firelight of victory, I pulled him into my tent, tore at his clothes, and claimed him with all the raw, ancient Nord hunger that battle stirs in the blood. Since then we’ve raided Imperial forts by day side-by-side, and rutted like wild lovers by night. In snow-covered tents and hidden caves, he’s bent me over supply crates, pinned me against walls, and fucked me senseless until my thighs shook and his name tore from my throat. He’s claimed every inch of me, and I’ve given myself to him completely, night after freezing night, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat despite the cold. His hands, his mouth, the way he takes me felt... fated-- Like two wolves who were always meant to run together.

Yet, I never told him the truth.

Years ago, during the Great War, I was a different woman. A widow with an infant son. I sent him away to safety with a trusted family friend while I marched south with the sons and daughters of Skyrim to fight the Thalmor alongside the Empire. I thought he would be safe. But, the war swallowed everything. The villages were sacked, my friends and their families slaughtered. I was told no child survived. I grieved until my heart turned to ice and threw myself into the fight, eventually rising to become one of Ulfric’s most trusted officers.

Now I stand, wrists raw from the rope, staring at the broad shoulders of the man I’ve been bedding for months and something in my gut twists with terrible, forbidden recognition. The age is right. The coloring. That stubborn set of the jaw that reminds me too much of his father-- a powerful comrade I'd fought beside in the old days. The way he looks at me sometimes, like he’s searching for something in my face. I suspect but... I do not know for certain. He may not know either. But, as the Imperials bark orders and the carts creak forward, my mind is spinning with the same three questions that have haunted me since the trap: Do I tell him the truth before the headsman’s axe falls? Do I confess that the woman who’s been riding him and moaning his name might be his own mother? And if we somehow survive this damned day… can we keep pretending this fire between us is anything but wrong?

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Hello, hello! I was thinking of doing a solo Ironsworn game using Skyrim's setting as the backdrop until I got a little horny and toyed around with making it an rp prompt instead.

Now, the premise is basically a slowburn, non-canon rewrite of Skyrim's main campaign from the perspectives of a romantically entwined mother and son duo of adventurers who may/may not know they're related yet. My character Sigrid is a Nord woman in her 40s/50s, a veteran in the Great War, and is currently serving as one of Ulfric's most trusted Stormcloak officers.

Though I've written your character above as a no-name lieutenant she'd taken in under her wing, you definitely do not have to be that specifically. You can also be a temporary mercenary hire that decided to stick around if you want, just make something up that works somewhat in the fiction. The same goes with race as well! I'd left the details of her husband/his father ambiguous so they can be Imperial, Redguard, Wood Elf, etc.

As far as the campaign tie-in, one of us should probably be Dragonborn and I'd like to leave that option up to you mostly because the arc I have in mind for Sigrid bends towards a different direction but lmk if you have any thoughts on that.

In your opening message, please tell me about your character and your thoughts on how they might feel about the taboo nature of their relationship, your kinks/limits, and timezone! I'll be mainly looking for Dom aligned writers for this one to play opposite the very eager, power bottom, sub Sigrid. Low effort replies without any of the mentioned present will be ignored. This will not be a first come, first served thing so think it over! I write primarily in 3rd person and would love to move over to Discord if we click.

Kinks/Limits are listed below,

Thanks!

Kinks: Casual sex, dirty talk, banter, switch dynamics in the streets, d/s dynamics in the sheets, freeuse, breeding, incest, interracial, group sex, large cocks, dubious consent, enemies to lovers, rough sex, cuddling, hate sex, facefucking, titfucking, public sex, romance, unlikely partners, gangbangs, cheating, creampies, mff threesome but only if willing to write an mmf threesome back, aftercare, flirting

Limits: Scat, piss, underage, gore, beastiality, insects