RiskyVenture

No One Will Know Its Your Mom My Mom had been teasing me a lot lately. And I don’t mean teasing me like, hey, I disagree with your haircut choice, so I’m going to tease you about it. No. I mean teasing me. As in, wearing low cut tops that showed her absolutely massive, and frankly gorgeous, tits. I mean commenting that she just adored a mouthful of cream as she scooped ice cream after dinner. I mean brushing up against the front of me with her perfect ass as she “scootched past” me in the hallway. And then did it again, but slower, as she went back.  If that sounds like a nightmare to you, then your Mom doesn’t look like my Mom. Because my Mom had been the object of my fantasies since around the time that I figured out what fantasies were. But… She was still my Mom.  So even though I was 18 (when this all started), and I now knew that her and my Dad were both kinky as fuck, it was still weird for me. Like, it was hot. Don’t get me wrong. Every incident lived r...

  The Perks of Being Adopted The Perks of Being Adopted When Mom and Dad finally sat me down at age 18, to confess to me that I was adopted, I very much doubt that they were expecting the reaction that they got. After a long pause where I processed the information, my face lit up and I blurted out, “Oh my god… Does this me you can fuck me!”  Now, in fairness to me, there was some build-up here. For one, Daddy was ripped, strong, charming, and hung. On top of that, my Mom was the sexiest, flirtiest woman that I knew. And while her absolutely massive tits did give me some confidence issues when puberty seemed to even off but I still hadn’t measured up, they also made my mouth water.  On top of all of that, I’d learned a few years earlier that Mom and Dad were in an open relationship. And while they’d never done anything in front of me, the flirting that I’d seen, and what I knew it had led to, left me rubbing myself to orgasm on many a lonely night. ...