Noah’s eyes fluttered open, the morning light streaming through his window. He groaned, stretching out on the bed, his body still heavy with exhaustion from the night before. His hand reached for his phone on the nightstand, but instead, his fingers brushed against something else—a small giftbox wrapped in black paper with a red bow. A note was attached, the bold handwriting unmistakable. He sat up, his heart skipping a b...

Elaine’s fingers froze on the mouse, her breath hitching as the screen lit up with images that made her stomach twist and her pulse quicken. It wasn’t just porn—it was mom/son porn. The kind where older women, women like her, were tangled in sheets with younger men, their bodies pressed together in ways that crossed the line into taboo and forbidden. Her throat tightened, but she couldn’t look away. The video played on, t...

The room was dark, the kind of darkness that swallowed sound and left only the faint hum of silence. Claire lay in bed, her breath shallow, her body still save for the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She had been asleep—or at least, she thought she had, her mind had been circling over and over again about issues at work, making sleep difficult—when the sound of soft footsteps stirring reached her ears. Her eyelids flut...

The silence stretched between them, heavy and uncertain. Manel’s eyes were distant, clouded with something Chamal couldn’t quite place. He could feel the weight of whatever she was holding back pressing against the air between them, suffocating the room. She’s hesitating, he thought, his chest tightening. He couldn’t bear the tension any longer. “What is it, Mom?” he finally asked, his voice breaking through the stillness...

Manel stood in front of the mirror, her breath shallow, her heart racing. The bathrobe clung loosely to her body, the knot at her waist barely holding it together. She reached up, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the silky fabric. With a slow, deliberate motion, she undid the knot, and the robe slid to the floor, pooling around her feet. The air felt cool against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat bu...

I had been assisting my son with his sexual needs every night since he was sixteen. Tom was a late developer. I caught him masturbating not long after he had learnt that he could ejaculate. I started giving him a nightly hand job under the covers. This progressed to a hand job with the covers pulled back. The image of cum firing into the air from Tom’s little penis brings back fond memories. Tom became very comfortable wi...

It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. The week had flown by. I started out on Monday simply sending Omri photos of my face, which I knew he'd have his naughty, perverted incestuous fun with. On Tuesday, I was just about to text him while having lunch when he sent a message instead. "Hey mom, what r u up to?" I typed out I was having lunch, but then deleted the message; I...

Chapter 1 Sandra Hernandes, a 35-year-old single mother, sat at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee. Her eyes drifted to the framed photo on the wall—a picture of her and her 16-year-old son Erik in front of his high school. He was tall and strong, with the chiseled features of a young Viking, just like his father. Sandra had only met Erik's father once, a fleeting encounter that resulted in her pregnancy. She n...

Sarah was a single mother, living with her teenage son Erik. She had always been a devoted parent, working hard to provide for them both. But lately, things had been tough. The economy was struggling, and her job as a secretary wasn't paying the bills like it used to. That's when she heard about the government's new breeding program. It was controversial, to say the least. The idea was that single women could volunteer to...

The next two days passed without incident, and gave me time to process everything that had happened. While it wasn't great that my son was lusting after his own mother and tributing cum to her at night, I decided it was ultimately harmless. I figured it was a phase and he would eventually grow out of it. I worried that confronting him would push him back into his shell, which he had just recently started to emerge from. I...

"Honestly, Daphna, you won't believe what these kids are into these days." It was a lazy afternoon at work, and Hila was telling me about her ghastly discovery: her son watches porn. She'd always had a penchant for the dramatic, but it was going into overdrive right now. I mean, yeah, people watch porn; it's a healthy habit. If I recall correctly, there were many a nights her bed would be squeaking loudly at 3am when we u...

I sat and let the pee run out of me into the motel toilet. It was the early hours in the morning and I was doing a body survey. I had pinch marks and hickeys all over my body. My nipples looked like they had been pulled so many times they might never return to their former shape. My mom's cunt was so sore, the toilet paper gave it a little sting when I wiped. I stood up and flushed, and looked in the mirror. My God, Jenni...

The next morning, the sun streamed through the curtains, mocking James with its cheerfulness as he awoke to a new weekend, one forever marred by the revelation of the previous night. The space beside him in bed was cold and empty, Carla's side of the mattress untouched. He felt a pang of sadness, the absence of her warmth serving as a stark reminder of the gulf that had opened between them. With a heavy heart, he rose and...

Helen sat waiting in the gym car park. She and her older son Michael had arrived a few minutes before her younger son, Darren finished work for the day. She looked in the mirror at Michael, who was in the back seat with earphones in. "Why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen asked him. "Huh?" Michael asked, taking out an earbud. "I said, why don't you apply for a job here?" Helen replied. "Plus you'll gain a bit of musc...