My son is 19 years old and still live with me. I'm divorced and single and I have a very active sex life.

The other night I invited this 21 year old that I met on Tinder to come over to my place. I've been dating him for some time now and it was the first time I brought him to come over and I made sure that my son wasn't home to witness it. I'd be embarrassed to be honest, because I'm probably old enough to be his mom.

Needless to say, the sex was absolutely amazing. He is ferocious, energetic and his cock is amazing. He made me cum multiple times. I was extremely vocal. I moaned, groaned, and several times I even screamed. He was spanking me, choking me, grabbing my hair, pinching my nipples, gnarling on my breasts with his teeth. And when he was not brutalizing me, he was talking dirty to me, calling me all kinds of nasty names. He also made me humiliate myself for him by calling myself his whore, slut, cum dump, etc.

After he was done with me, I was laying on my bed soaked with s... continue reading

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I read the text from Tasha:

“Bingo. I just moved back. Where can I find you?”

I smiled, and typed, “At dinner tomorrow, obviously.”

I met Tasha the next day at an upscale restaurant a few neighborhoods over from me.

Tasha looked… somehow better than when I first saw her. She greeted me with a smile, a big hug, and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

We spent a lovely dinner talking about our lives since we last saw each other. It had been nearly ten years, and so much had happened. She went to law school. A little about losing her mom, too. About the work she was doing now at her firm. She asked me about my work, my moves all over the country, how I was feeling well and settled back in the city where we both went to college.

We both dated people, sometimes longer than we would have liked to, and they didn’t work out.

The entire conversation, she never took her eyes off of me, and I never took my eyes off of her. At one point, I reached out to hold her hand for a moment and she gri... continue reading

I was gonna do an ama but I suppose I don’t have the karma… feel free to ask here though, as for my story, this is my favorite

About 6 months into this job I was doing my monthly night shift duties as the general manager. The place is usually quiet but I do have a few regulars that come in to use the porn booths. Good people, I’ve gotten to know them by name. There is one guy I’ll call Steve who is an older man maybe 65 or so and Steve and I like to chit chat after he cums.

We talk about random things, cars, jobs, how things were better when he was 20 etc. His love life came up a few times and I found out he never actually had sex with a woman… he’s always been to socially awkward to ask a woman for romance! Unbelievable! That was the night I showed him a titty and let him touch it.

Anyway, I’m in the booths cleaning and sanitizing, listening to the porn moans. I know someone is in the stall next to me so I try to be quiet and let them concentrate when I see a quite massive cock e... continue reading

My head was buzzing like a beehive. The apartment was filled with the ringing deafness that comes after a noisy party, when the guests have left and you're left alone with mountains of dirty dishes. Ira, my wife, her best friend Lena, and I were sitting on the couch, completely stunned. We'd had a fair amount to drink. Lena is a perpetual motion machine, loud, with a hoarse laugh and a look that always seems to be looking for adventure. She and Ira have been friends for a long time, and I've gotten used to her: loud, bright, sometimes a little brazen. Ira was already nodding off, leaning her elbows on the pillow. "That's it, guys, I can't make it," Lena said, sprawled on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was wearing a short black dress that had long since slipped up, revealing her thighs. "I'll sleep it off at your place, okay?" Ira, without opening her eyes, muttered blearily, "Sure, sleep here. Just move your feet,... continue reading

It's weird. I'm a professional, I am in a healthy relationship. I am where I'd thought I'd be but when I look at my friends, they are now getting married, getting engaged, having kids. I am not ready for that yet and luckily my boyfriend isn't either. We are long distance now and have recently started to open up our relationship again.

I was asked to be a bridesmaid for one of my friend's weddings. My boyfriend couldn't make it so I flew solo. It meant a very very hectic and stressful day for all of us but I'd do anything for her so I was very happy to do it. But by the time it was the ceremony, I was exhausted. I was helping manage guests and to keep track of who was coming in when I saw an old friend from university show up. There was never a spark between us just to be clear but I don't know if it was the magic of weddings and my exhaustion but when we made eye contact, something triggered. He was attractive, dressed really well and we had a very brief but flirty encounter. It was... continue reading

I was on vacation last month for a wedding weekend. It was a family friend, so I spent most of the time hanging out with my older brother and his wife, Paula. She and I get along really well. She always likes to hang out with me at family functions; maybe it’s because we’re the same age. Paula is very attractive, and she knows it. She’s a skinny, curly-haired brunette with a small waist and endless legs, but despite her size, her breasts have this full and natural shape that seemed to defy gravity. I am always enamored by her when we go to fancy events because she likes to accentuate her body. Most of all, her green eyes pierce the soul. It’s kind of impossible not to fall in love with her immediately. She uses that to her advantage in life. I try not to treat her any differently, and maybe that’s why she likes me. This weekend in particular, she was trouble.

The morning of the wedding, she knocked on my hotel room door, asking to go on a walk. She seemed a bit pissed about something,... continue reading

I know the other women at church like my husband.

I see them. The way they hold his gaze a beat too long. The way they find reasons to touch his arm when they talk. The way they laugh at things that aren't that funny. And I'm not a bit jealous. I married him. I get to take him home.

But Marcy is different.

Marcy practically drips. Slides right off the pew, she gets so wet.

She never wears a bra. She might not think she needs to, those tiny breasts barely making a shadow under her blouse, but wow. Her nipples are hard to miss. Little points pressing through cotton, through linen, through everything. And whenever Mark enters a room she just kind of... stops talking. Mid-sentence sometimes. Her eyes drift off and narrow as she focuses on him. Tracks him like a lab tracks a rabbit.

She's always laughing at his jokes. Always finding excuses to touch his arms. Her husband Darryl doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he's just decided not to.

I think it's kind of cute. I trust Mark. And Marc... continue reading

We are currently getting snow as such I have a snow blower and take care of a few neighbors walkways also.

My direct Nextdoor neighbor is a 20 yo single mom of two, she is a hot lil momma probably about 5’3” 120# I’d say b or c cups and a lil butt. Kate(the neighbor) always dresses kinda on edge showing off her young mombody.

Today as I was clearing her walk I saw her on the window watching, she then came to the door and motioned for me to come chat. I went to the door and she thanked me for keeping her walk clear.

I noticed immediately when seeing her through the glass she only had on shorts and a lil top , as she opened the door I could clearly see through her top, her nipples were huge, I thought she had shorts but it was actually lil panties.

As we chatted I told her she better get in as it’s cold out, she smiled and put her arm over her boobs and said definitely nippy out, I laughed and said “ I can see it is” she told me to come back over when I was done.

When I went back ov... continue reading

I always thought our family was a typical mix of old grudges and new habits, especially after my father married Helen. She was in her late thirties, with those curvaceous figures she didn't hesitate to accentuate with tight dresses, and eyes that I sometimes caught looking at myself when she thought I wasn't paying attention. I, a twenty-two-year-old guy, had just graduated from college, returned home for the summer, and there we were, all in the country house—my father, my mother, and I. Vacation, supposedly. My father would disappear all day fishing or into the garage with the car, leaving the two of us to hang around the house, and Helen would flirt with me so subtly that I couldn't believe it—she'd brush my hip as she passed, or smile out of the corner of her mouth when I helped with the dishes. That evening, after dinner, when my father was already snoring in front of the TV in the living room, she approached me in the kitchen. "Listen, Alex," she said q... continue reading

I'm at my neighbors wedding in a fancy hotel out in the countryside, fairy lights draped everywhere, drinks flowing, and the whole place buzzing with that forced cheer you only get at these things. The seating plan's brutal, all the singles herded onto one table at the back like unwanted, unloved leftovers. I'm in my suit, already on my second whiskey, making polite noise with the others at the table, when I look up and there she is, pulling out a chair and sitting directly across from me. Aoife. Fucking Aoife. The girl who lived rent-free in my head through all of secondary school, the queen bitch of the school who could make you feel two inches tall with one sideways glance. I hated how badly I wanted her, spent nights imagining pinning her down, making her pay for every time she walked past without a second look. Invisible. Always fucking invisible. I hated how much I wanted her, It turned obsession into something darker. I grew resentful but still couldn't help but get hard just a... continue reading

First of all, I would like to say that I am French, that my English is not perfect, but that I will try my best. So I apologize for any mistakes there may be in my text...

It was my girlfriend's birthday party, we were all gathered in a bar, and it was the first time I had met her childhood friends. The evening was going pretty well, even though I was very tired and quickly became a little drunk.

As I went outside to smoke, one of her friends came with me. She was a cute little alt girl, and we talked about this and that, and then I don't remember exactly how it came up, but she told me about her black lipstick, which unfortunately doesn't stay on very well.

Without thinking too much about it, drunk as I was, I replied that I would be very curious to see her demonstrate. A few seconds later, we were kissing in an alleyway right next to the bar.

We didn't say much at the time, but it was obvious to both of us that we wanted more. So I went to see my girlfriend, telling her that I wa... continue reading

I moved into my new house with my wife in the outskirts of town. Somewhere quiet and away from the noise of the city. We wanted a home that were quite some distance from the chaotic working life, a place where we can cosy up and hide. So, naturally when we saw this house, we had to have it. The apartment was modest and modern with quiet and reclusive neighbours.

We wanted to keep our lives to ourselves but had to introduce ourselves to our neighbours first, just on a get to know basis. There were all manner of people living around us – young, old, married, with kids and massive introverts. We all had one thing in common – we want to keep to ourselves. Once the proper introductions were done, we snuggled back into our apartment and watched tv.

Days and weeks past, our apartment slowly filled up with furnitures and decorative, making it more and more like home. My wife works in a corporate office, while I work from home doing software engineering. One day at lunch, I came back home t... continue reading

Inspired by the stories I’ve been reading here for a while, I finally decided to share something I’ve never told anyone.

This happened a few years ago.

I had been redesigning my garden. Living at the top of a hill means everything goes down a long set of stairs from the driveway, and I spent an afternoon carrying heavy plants, step by step, until everything was in place. By the end of the day, my back was completely wrecked.

Normally, I would have gone to my regular massage therapist, but she had just been hired by a basketball team and was traveling with them abroad. Desperate for relief, I started browsing massage ads and came across one called \*\*“Art Massage.”\*\* The description caught my attention immediately: \*grooming massage, professional, therapeutic, full body.\*Something about it lingered in my mind.

I called and booked an appointment for the next day during my lunch break.

When I arrived, I was welcomed by Mona, a woman in her mid-forties. She was wearing a simple b... continue reading

For a quick recap: My name’s Chase, and I’m 20 years old. Last night, I had just gotten back home for the summer. Luna is my inexperienced, eighteen-year-old sister, and that night she wanted to experiment. One thing led to another, and we ended up masturbating together. What happened next is this: we watched porn together and performed oral sex on each other.

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I rubbed my eyes and noticed a thick rivulet of drool trickling down the corner of my lips. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d drooled during my sleep. What my sister and I had done yesterday had numbed me, letting me fall into a deep slumber. I heard a faint buzzing coming from my sister’s bedroom punctuated by “Oh’s” and “Ah’s”, and I remembered how our mother had given my sister a vibrator last night. The sound intrigued me as I imagined she was being pleasured, and it helped keep my morning glory stiff as it tented my sheets. I wanted to masturbate with her. It felt a lot better doing it with her even if it w... continue reading

I've been working at this office for six months now. During this time, I've never received a reprimand and have always performed my work with excellence. I'm almost 23 years old and eager to advance my career. I've been in the office of my boss several times, a woman whose name many colleagues were afraid to pronounce out loud. Vera Nikolaevna, a 38-year-old woman known for her strictness. A tall, stately woman with long legs and ample D-cup breasts, her red hair and green eyes intimidated many, especially when she lost her temper. When Vera Nikolaevna was angry, it seemed as if lightning flashed from her beautiful eyes, especially if one of her coworkers made a mistake. I was captivated by her as a professional and as a woman. When I brought her reports, I noticed how carefully she studied me. She never raised her voice at me and was always satisfied with my work. I like older women. With them, I can not only discuss various topics but also enjoy a unique sexual exp... continue reading

My wife and I are in our late 20’s and have had a very fun and successful marriage so far. Our sex life is good but we have decided to have some fun with the idea of us “flirting” with other people because it gets us both going for different reasons

My wife being gorgeous obviously gets a lot more attention and opportunities from other men as expected, however I’m pretty handsome myself. My wife has a fully remote job that she got from a former boss at her old company. Her boss moved to a new startup and brought my wife along with her. They’re professional with each other but they’re friends at this point as they’ll stay on calls sometimes long into the night to just talk

I’ve seen her a few times and my wife talks about her a lot. She’s a gorgeous Chinese woman from California, valley girl accent, mid 30’s, just so damn pretty. We’ve said hi to each other while they’ve been on a teams meeting and she seemed super interested to talk to me going forward. So much so there were times he... continue reading

These past months I've been tutoring a girl in biology. She's on her last year of high school and needed help with the subject, and since I'm studying biochemistry I thought I'd help her out.

For the most part the classes were completely normal, we just solved problems in her room and occasionally took a break to chat. Even though I tried to keep it as professional as possible I noticed every now and again she would compliment how I looked, rest her hand on my arm for a while until I moved, or messaged me randomly just to chat.

This was very difficult to resist, and to be honest she's insanely hot so for the last few weeks I stopped trying and started actively flirting with her.

For starters she's about 1.50m tall (5'0 I think) while I measure at 1.90m (6'3), so the size difference was driving me crazy. She has tiny tits and a huge toned ass from gymnastics, along with beautiful legs. She's a tanned brunette and wears glasses which gives her a cute look.

Last week when I went to... continue reading

Having a physician conference in the Inland Empire was brutal. Two days of listening to lectures at various conference rooms had my neck feeling awful. By the last talk of the 2nd day, I started scoping out an Asian Massage Parlor to get a nice release... of my neck.

I found a spot in a run down strip mall down the street and made my way after the talk. It looked like every other massage parlor in a desert suburb, but the girl who opened the door, Elena, was a different story. She was younger than Wendy, with an athletic build and a pair of black scrubs that couldn't hide how toned she was. She had her hair up in a messy bun and had a more radiant look in her eyes. Maybe she was just new and hadn't had the many interesting experiences of an AMP.

I paid the 1 hr rate upfront, and as soon as we got into the room, the vibe changed. The AC was humming, struggling against the desert sun outside, but inside it was cool and dim.

"You look tense," she said in broken English.

I didn't even... continue reading

"Darling, get ready quickly! We're going on a yacht!" Innochka excitedly rushed around the room, packing her things into a large beach bag. Towels, swimsuits, various creams, a hat! Innochka put on her hottest swimsuit... two white triangles on her breasts, one on her pubic area, and the rest of it just strings. Shorts on her butt, and she's ready to go. I was captivated: a slender body, small breasts, but with sharply protruding nipples, visible through the contours of a mini-swimsuit, which emphasized her assets even more clearly. I constantly wanted to look at her and admire her. Slender with very long legs, a thin waist and a delightful butt, she looked sexy! Her boss's jeep pulled up to the house! Deputy Chief Sergei was driving, and Second Deputy Chief Viktor was in the back seat. I was seated in the front seat, and Innochka in the back seat between Viktor and Pyotr Petrovich! Sergey turned up the music and pressed the gas pedal! And with the music so loud,... continue reading

About a year after we got married, my husband and I were invited to the wedding of one of my friends from college. The wedding was maybe half an hour to an hour drive away, so we decided that my husband wouldn't have more than a beer or two so we could drive home instead of spending on a hotel room.

The best man, Justin, was a guy I knew from college, but we had never interacted a whole lot. He was never with a girl for more than a couple weeks before he moved on to the next. He was very good looking and what was worse, he knew it. Every time I was around him, he gave off an air of arrogance that was a turn off, and acted like I was crazy because I wasn't all over him.

At the wedding reception, while getting myself a drink, Justin was next to me at the bar, gave me a hug, and made small talk about how we have been since school. It came up the situation that night with my husband and I driving back home and he got a little disappointed look, then a sly smile, asking which one was my... continue reading