u/YouTakeItSoPerfect

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Going back to normal was never an option after the events that took place after our date. It seemed a blur, almost a fever dream, yet I still found myself riddled with vivid flashbacks of the faintest details. Wet, clapping flesh. The ache in my balls before I painted your insides. The scent of your creamy cunt mixed with your familiar perfume. The way your hair tangled in my fingers as your head gracefully sank and rose between my legs as you woke me up in the early morning hours for yet another round.Each of them a fresh reminder that I had peeled your matching panties down your thighs, buried my cock to the hilt and flooded your unprotected pussy with a nut so draining that my ears were ringing. I had slutted you out and there was no way of coming back from that now.

They say when a person loses a limb, they can still feel sensations long after its removed. I looked it up to find out I was experiencing what is known as "Phantom Limb Syndrome". Reading through various peoples experiences and detailing what they were going through. The resounding consensus was a sense of pain. I was feeling my own Mother's wet pussy coiled around my cock and spasming as I rode her oiled ass right through a quaking orgasm days after a few bottles of wine changed our relationship forever.

Trying to avoid you wasn't an option for dealing with the turn our relationship took after that night. You were my Mom and I was your Son, we couldnt never speak again. Luckily, our busy schedules occupied our time, while the imagery of that night occupied my brain in the days that followed, allowing us a convenient excuse to not properly address what transgressed, but that wouldnt last forever.

A simple, Motherly request made my mouth go dry and a twitch run down my cock. "Could you help me bring in the groceries?" Was all that your text read. Almost an invitation for us to try and return to a normal relationship, but that wasn't going to be possible after watching your manicured nails dig into your asscheeks and pull them apart for me.

When I pull open the door to the garage I'm greeted with your curved profile leaning into the trunk to grasp at the handles on the plastic bags. "I'll get the rest." Choking out the usual line everytime I help you bring in the groceries. Brushing up beside you to fill my hands, our first contact since our date. Either you're wearing the same perfume from our date, the one you would save for only special occasions, or I'm beginning to attribute every detail about you to details of that night.

We didn't make eye contact yet, it wasn't on purpose, just the way we ended up positioned as we pulled the groceries from the trunk. Holding off what will ultimately be a pivotal moment in our relationship going forward. No idea of what your thoughts were on what happened. Were you ashamed? Afraid Dad could find out? Was it just a drunken mistake that we could both live with and return to a normal Mom and Son dynamic? Or were you replaying every moment of that night over and over again in your head?

I had no way of knowing until we talked and laid everything out on the table, but when i turn to walk inside my eyes immediately land on the object that has thrown our relationship into chaos. Even in your modest, grocery-getting attire it commanded my attention while we walk into the house.

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Thanks for reading this far!

We went on a playful Mother/Son date for Valentine's day after Dad got held up at the office that took a wild turn after we got home!

I would love to explore the taboo of what we've done and the everlasting changes it will have on our relationship and how we cope with them. Torn between the wickedness of what we've done and the intense desire to slut you out all over again.

I envision intense foreplay, copious amounts of dirty talk and passionate, sweaty fucks as we both slip deeper into our affair. Massive, risky creampies in fertile Motherly pussy. Sneaking around and potential Hold-The-Moan scenarios. If it fits in the scene and adds to the kink, I'm happy to include it!

I look forward to hearing from you.

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"Uggghhh, Fuucck! I'm close baby!..." We had been going at it for almost an hour at this point, cumming and cumming and still going back for more of you. My rough hands clamped around your lithe, slender waist just above your flared hips, fitting in my palms like they were built just for me. The air in my bedroom hung heavy with the scent of sweat, testosterone and pink pussy as I felt another massive load boiling up in my swaying nuts. Another one to add to your growing collection of my seed currently soaking into your unprotected pussy. If anyone else was in the house at the moment they would be instantly be greeted by the unmistakable Plap! Plap! Plap! sounds of our sweaty bodies clashing together on top of the bed I share with my wife. The unmistakable sounds of raw, lustful fucking that happens when two people give way to reason and cave to the tension.

A few choice words of encouragement from you, you already knew what would make me unload, and I'm suddenly painting your unprotected pussy with yet another coat of white with no other concern other than draining my heavy dick as deep as possible into your perfect, homewrecking cunt. Rope after rope after rope floods into your unprotected womb as my cock jumps and twitches against your womb, each one a symbol of my marriage being consumed by you. Your snug depths swallow up every drop I feed it, draining me as completely as you've wrecked my marriage.

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I knew you would be trouble from the moment we saw each other. We got along perfectly almost immediately, despite the difference in our ages. But you got along with almost everyone, so that was no surprise. What was a bit of a surprise was how jealous and insecure my wife got whenever you were around. I had never seen her act like that in 10 years of marriage and it honesty made me feel sorry for her, thinking that I would throw away our wonderful marriage for a girl half her age.

You were sweet, charismatic and had a body that made every woman jealous, one of them obviously being my wife. She had let herself slip a bit in the last few years, which only added to her insecurities when she saw us exchanging workout tips and heard you detailing your routine to have such a perfect ass. She never wanted to leave us alone together, almost like she was afraid that I would bend you over the nearest object and bury my meaty cock inside you at my first opportunity or she would come back into the room and find you on your knees, inhaling my cock down your throat.

Ridiculous notions, but jealousy can cloud your judgement and have you looking into things that aren't really there. Like the time you sent me a text on accident and she found the photo that was supposedly destined for someone else. She took a lot of convincing that the photo of you showing off your ass in a bikini wasn't your attempt at tempting me away from her. She actually believed that i would throw away everything that we've built just to see that same ass bouncing off my hips. As if sliding balls deep into your creamy, fertile pussy and rearranging your guts would be worth leaving her for.

(Thanks for reading! I need a naughty, little homewrecker to fulfill this role. Someone who can play a sweet, charming facade for my wife while also being a wicked, marriage destroying slut. Using your charisma to convince my wife that your harmless all while planning on nuking my happy marriage with your perfect body and fertile pussy.

Who are you to my wife and I? Our Daughter's best friend? Son's new girlfriend or fiance? Neighbor that just moved in? Wife's sister? Step Daughter? Feel free to make any suggestions as far as the roles.

As for kinks: Rough sex (Hair pulling, spanking), Teasing/Flirting and dirty talk, Size Difference(Large Male, Small Female), Sneaky sex, Betrayal, Doing things my wife won't, Cheating/Cuckold/Cuckquean, Age-Gaps, Incest, Sexual tension, Fertility (Wide Hips), Risk of Getting caught, Hold The Moan, Getting caught and not stopping, Excessive Cum, Creampies, Impregnation. Feel free to ask about any others.

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"Uggghhh, Fuucck! I'm close baby!..." We had been going at it for almost an hour at this point, cumming and cumming and still going back for more of you. My rough hands clamped around your lithe, slender waist just above your flared hips, fitting in my palms like they were built just for me. The air in my bedroom hung heavy with the scent of sweat, testosterone and pink pussy as I felt another massive load boiling up in my swaying nuts. Another one to add to your growing collection of my seed currently soaking into your unprotected pussy. If anyone else was in the house at the moment they would be instantly be greeted by the unmistakable Plap! Plap! Plap! sounds of our sweaty bodies clashing together on top of the bed I share with my wife. The unmistakable sounds of raw, lustful fucking that happens when two people give way to reason and cave to the tension.

A few choice words of encouragement from you, you already knew what would make me unload, and I'm suddenly painting your unprotected pussy with yet another coat of white with no other concern other than draining my heavy dick as deep as possible into your perfect, homewrecking cunt. Rope after rope after rope floods into your unprotected womb as my cock jumps and twitches against your womb, each one a symbol of my marriage being consumed by you. Your snug depths swallow up every drop I feed it, draining me as completely as you've wrecked my marriage.

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I knew you would be trouble from the moment we saw each other. We got along perfectly almost immediately, despite the difference in our ages. But you got along with almost everyone, so that was no surprise. What was a bit of a surprise was how jealous and insecure my wife got whenever you were around. I had never seen her act like that in 10 years of marriage and it honesty made me feel sorry for her, thinking that I would throw away our wonderful marriage for a girl half her age.

You were sweet, charismatic and had a body that made every woman jealous, one of them obviously being my wife. She had let herself slip a bit in the last few years, which only added to her insecurities when she saw us exchanging workout tips and heard you detailing your routine to have such a perfect ass. She never wanted to leave us alone together, almost like she was afraid that I would bend you over the nearest object and bury my meaty cock inside you at my first opportunity or she would come back into the room and find you on your knees, inhaling my cock down your throat.

Ridiculous notions, but jealousy can cloud your judgement and have you looking into things that aren't really there. Like the time you sent me a text on accident and she found the photo that was supposedly destined for someone else. She took a lot of convincing that the photo of you showing off your ass in a bikini wasn't your attempt at tempting me away from her. She actually believed that i would throw away everything that we've built just to see that same ass bouncing off my hips. As if sliding balls deep into your creamy, fertile pussy and rearranging your guts would be worth leaving her for.

(Thanks for reading! I need a naughty, little homewrecker to fulfill this role. Someone who can play a sweet, charming facade for my wife while also being a wicked, marriage destroying slut. Using your charisma to convince my wife that your harmless all while planning on nuking my happy marriage with your perfect body and fertile pussy.

Who are you to my wife and I? Our Daughter's best friend? Son's new girlfriend or fiance? Neighbor that just moved in? Wife's sister? Step Daughter? Feel free to make any suggestions as far as the roles.

As for kinks: Rough sex (Hair pulling, spanking), Teasing/Flirting and dirty talk, Size Difference(Large Male, Small Female), Sneaky sex, Betrayal, Doing things my wife won't, Cheating/Cuckold/Cuckquean, Age-Gaps, Incest, Sexual tension, Fertility (Wide Hips), Risk of Getting caught, Hold The Moan, Getting caught and not stopping, Excessive Cum, Creampies, Impregnation. Feel free to ask about any others.

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Going back to normal was never an option after the events that took place after our date. It seemed a blur, almost a fever dream, yet I still found myself riddled with vivid flashbacks of the faintest details. Wet, clapping flesh. The ache in my balls before I painted your insides. The scent of your creamy cunt mixed with your familiar perfume. The way your hair tangled in my fingers as your head gracefully sank and rose between my legs as you woke me up in the early morning hours for yet another round.Each of them a fresh reminder that I had peeled your matching panties down your thighs, buried my cock to the hilt and flooded your unprotected pussy with a nut so draining that my ears were ringing. I had slutted you out and there was no way of coming back from that now.

They say when a person loses a limb, they can still feel sensations long after its removed. I looked it up to find out I was experiencing what is known as "Phantom Limb Syndrome". Reading through various peoples experiences and detailing what they were going through. The resounding consensus was a sense of pain. I was feeling my own Mother's wet pussy coiled around my cock and spasming as I rode her oiled ass right through a quaking orgasm days after a few bottles of wine changed our relationship forever.

Trying to avoid you wasn't an option for dealing with the turn our relationship took after that night. You were my Mom and I was your Son, we couldnt never speak again. Luckily, our busy schedules occupied our time, while the imagery of that night occupied my brain in the days that followed, allowing us a convenient excuse to not properly address what transgressed, but that wouldnt last forever.

A simple, Motherly request made my mouth go dry and a twitch run down my cock. "Could you help me bring in the groceries?" Was all that your text read. Almost an invitation for us to try and return to a normal relationship, but that wasn't going to be possible after watching your manicured nails dig into your asscheeks and pull them apart for me.

When I pull open the door to the garage I'm greeted with your curved profile leaning into the trunk to grasp at the handles on the plastic bags. "I'll get the rest." Choking out the usual line everytime I help you bring in the groceries. Brushing up beside you to fill my hands, our first contact since our date. Either you're wearing the same perfume from our date, the one you would save for only special occasions, or I'm beginning to attribute every detail about you to details of that night.

We didn't make eye contact yet, it wasn't on purpose, just the way we ended up positioned as we pulled the groceries from the trunk. Holding off what will ultimately be a pivotal moment in our relationship going forward. No idea of what your thoughts were on what happened. Were you ashamed? Afraid Dad could find out? Was it just a drunken mistake that we could both live with and return to a normal Mom and Son dynamic? Or were you replaying every moment of that night over and over again in your head?

I had no way of knowing until we talked and laid everything out on the table, but when i turn to walk inside my eyes immediately land on the object that has thrown our relationship into chaos. Even in your modest, grocery-getting attire it commanded my attention while we walk into the house.

‐-----‐------‐-----------------------------------------

Thanks for reading this far!

We went on a playful Mother/Son date for Valentine's day after Dad got held up at the office that took a wild turn after we got home!

I would love to explore the taboo of what we've done and the everlasting changes it will have on our relationship and how we cope with them. Torn between the wickedness of what we've done and the intense desire to slut you out all over again.

I envision intense foreplay, copious amounts of dirty talk and passionate, sweaty fucks as we both slip deeper into our affair. Massive, risky creampies in fertile Motherly pussy. Sneaking around and potential Hold-The-Moan scenarios. If it fits in the scene and adds to the kink, I'm happy to include it!

I look forward to hearing from you.