[M4F] Your Daughters Boyfriend (243)

[M4F] Your Daughters Boyfriend (05)

Kinks and limits are at the bottom but folks seem to miss this part so I’m putting it at the top. Please include your name, age, kinks and limits in your first message.

Chat preferred, DMs okay.

None of these are exact prompts we have to follow, I’m open to changes to make them work for both of us, just trying to give a general sense of the vibe, kinks and writing style.

Kinks (none required): spanking, blowjobs, domestic discipline, domestic servitude, rimming, anal, humiliation, outfit control

Limits: scat, vomit, gore, violence

Your daughters boyfriend

The feeling set in right away, just like it always did. As soon as he came inside you and climbed off, the shame and regret set in. What kind of mother fucks her daughter’s boyfriend? You made up all kinds of excuses in your mind, she wasn’t enough for him, she owed you for everything you had done for her, it wasn’t a big deal, they weren’t that serious, but inside you know they are all excuses. The truth is it’s just selfish, you hadn’t had good sex since your husband left a long time ago. Sure there were the one night stands but the kind of sex you liked required some kind of relationship, however taboo. Kinky, rough, passionate, the fact that I was younger and had quite a cock was just what pushed it over the edge, the reason you kept fucking your daughter’s boyfriend whenever you had the chance.

You thought back to how it started, you had let me spend the night during a visit on our colleges spring break and woke up in the middle of the night, as you walked by your daughters room you heard the sounds, your daughter moaning like a pornstar, though trying to muffle it. The door had cracked open and you couldn’t help put peak inside, your daughter was laying, prone bone, as I roughly ducked her from behind, pulling her hair and slapping her ass. You happened to be there watching as I pulled out, revealing a cock the likes of which you hadn’t seen in person in a long time. Realizing we were done you scurried away, but the next day when we were left alone, you through yourself at me, and the rest was history.

You were snapped out of your daydream as you heard a car door slam outside. “Shit” you curse. Realizing that I am putting my shirt on in the window, visible from the driveway if she looks up.

“Get down!” You hiss as I shrug, not really caring if we get caught at this point, continuing to get dressed.

So what happens from here, do we get caught or do we find a way to keep hiding what’s happening? We can also go back and play other encounters from or taboo and depraved relationship.