RiskyVenture

  Mom's One Way Mirror My Mom was an escort. A pretty word for a prostitute that cost a ton of money. When I found out, I wasn’t even mad. In fact, the only that really upset me about it was that woman that I’d fantasizing about since I’d first discovered fantasizing was totally available! To everyone but me… Mom was suddenly this ultra sexual, and actually achievable thing. Except that, wait, no. Because I was still her Son. Her long, often wildly colored hair, that was so soft to the touch. Her massive breasts, that her shirts and dresses were always happy to put on display. Her gorgeous, curvy ass, and the legs that ran up to them. Hell, she even had pretty feet. That wasn’t even a thing for me, but dammit she definitely had them! One day Mom said she was headed to work, and I took a risk, steeled my nerves, and asked if I could see where she worked. Mom was clearly surprised by my request, but her smile was borderline erotic as she gave a, “are you serious” k...

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MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: PT 4A & 4B (Conclusion) Part 4 is the original conclusion to the story. MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: PT 4A (Story-time with Auntie) The sun rose on day 4 of 5. I would be heading home the next day, and I would probably never see my Mom or my Aunt naked again. If I’d said that 4 days ago, it would have been ridiculous, but now?  Now my greatest sexual fantasy was my Mother. Weird how, even after you think you are as kinky as you can get, someone can just saunter into your life and just, GIVE you a new fetish! But there it was. I was obsessed with my Mother. And my Aunt a bit too if I was being honest. Last night, everything had culminated, even if I hadn’t arranged any of it. I’d ended the evening looking at my Mom, as she untied me, covered in my cum, because she’d just blown me in front of my Dad! I mean, neither of them knew it, but still! It had been the greatest sexual experience of my life, and one that I knew I’d be masturbating to ...