Sucking Mommy's Tits

This may be my most blatant title so far. :P (Oooh! How *naughty*!)

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The instant Stepmommy comes home her breasts, brimming with milk, captures all of Bobby's attention. He can't hold his desire to have her chest in his face any longer, and neither can she stand having all this milk and no outlet of release! Before he knows it, Mommy's grinding Bobby on his lap and shoving her ample bosom into his face! Bobby's mission is clear and he'll stop at nothing to satisfy!

[WARNING: This 2000 word story contains explicit scenes, graphic language, lactation, breastmilk, breast play, pseudo incest, stepmother/son action, hot sex and loads more! Adults only.]

Excerpt:

Rather than keep our voices down, Stepmommy knew she had to do something to help him sleep. No one can stop her screams of pleasure when we're into it. No one. Especially after all those screaming orgasms I keep giving her.
"A quickie before dinner?" I ask, flashing her my best puppy-dog eyes.
She nods, shaking off her jacket and raising her arms.
I tug her shirt off, exposing her black lacy bra to my ravenous eyes.
"Stepmommy… c-can I?" I stammer, taking all of my self-control to resist throwing myself at her oversized melons.
"Yes my dear Bobby. How else am I going to get my ducts unclogged?"

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More steamy lactation action!

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Robby's nostalgic. He longs for the times spent at the orphanage, when he had no one in the world, no one but Mommy to take care of him. Granted, she's everybody's mommy there, but she's Robby's Mommy all the same. Back then, if Robby finished all the food on his plate, she'd reward him with a nourishing suck of natural mother's milk. Now, twenty years on, Robby reunites with Mommy who hasn't aged one bit, and there's one routine on his mind that he's more than keen to relive again…

Excerpt:

"You still remember all those nights in here, Robby?" Mommy looks up at me with nostalgia in her eyes.
"Yeah Mommy, and truth be told, I know we do have a lot to catch up on, but just for old time's sake, let's do our routine again, one last time."
Her kindly eyes beckon me towards Mommy. Since I'm so big, I can't sit on her lap anymore, but I pull up a chair next to her and rest my head across her lap. It's like I've finally come back home.
"Alright, Robby. Don't you think you're a little too old for this?"
I look at Mommy incredulously.
"I'll never be too old for you."
She reaches out for my head and the next thing I know, I'm thrust into her ample bosom. That familiar warmness of her soft firm chest just brightens me up instantly.
"Alright then, Robby. You can do the honors this time."
"Is it really okay, Mommy?" I won't dare to do anything without her permission.
She nods, watching me unbutton her shirt gingerly with my trembling hands.
"How's this so far?"
"Keep going…" She nods, maintaining that ever constant smile of hers.
Her left breast slips out. I subconsciously gasp at its sheer beauty. All these years and they're still as good as I last sucked on them.
"You still have milk, Mommy?"
She nods. "The needs of orphans today haven't changed from your time, y'know?"

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Kinky Stepbrother Story? Yes, Please!

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Despite Malcolm's best efforts to graduate from college summa cum laude, the terrible economy has left him unjustly unemployed. With no choice, he unwillingly crawls back to the family cigarette business only to find his younger stepbrother Max, who resented his easy childhood, firmly in charge of things. With Max finally in control for once, how far will Malcolm go for that much-needed job?

Excerpt:

The room was no larger than the motel room he had rented out for the week whilst adjusting back a life in his hometown. Apart from the table and two chairs pushed in on opposite ends, the place was basically bare.

"What's this?" Malcolm asked in bewilderment.

"Well, you know, standard operating procedures, dear stepbrother."

Max caught Malcolm's raised eyebrowed, still smiling, he decided to explain further.

"Even if you are coming back into the family business, you still have to interview for a position"

"I thought you said you already have work for me."

"Either way, I'll find something for you to do. But I gotta find out what you're good at first."

Malcolm shrugged. He was just thankful to get a job that involved working with people that didn't piss him off that badly.

"Sure." Malcolm pulled out a chair and crashed his ass onto it. "What do you want to know, seeing as you should know me better than anyone else?"

"Well dear stepbrother," Max began, casually sweeping his gaze over his older stepbrother's well-fitted business suit, unable to resist fantasizing about the rock hard body underneath those threads. "Can you suck a cock?"

My Second Gay Title! My Daddy, My Master

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Summary: Razor in hand, Sonny looks at the mirror, shaving away every bit of ugliness on his body. He doesn't hate having hair, but since Master Stepdaddy loves his smooth, hairless skin, Sonny does what any good slave would do to keep himself desirable to his master. Luckily it's one of those days when Master Stepdaddy can hardly wait for the both of them to have a ton of kinky fun!

[WARNING: This 2200 word erotic taboo story contains pseudo incest, stepdaddy/son relations, bdsm, bondage, gay sex, anal sex, oral sex, domination and much more! Adults only.]

Excerpt:


"How's this, Master?"
Master Stepdaddy's dispassionate eyes glance towards my trembling, naked body. The very instant his eyes light up at the sight of my hairless skin, I literally feel this overwhelming sense of happiness burst forth from within me.
I only see this enthusiasm for an instant though. He kills it as soon as it escapes. Master Stepdaddy's like that. Even if he feels passion for something (hopefully me), he'd still project this aura of calm and rationality; as if he's completely in control at all times.
I love that about him. Without Master Stepdaddy, I have no direction, no purpose. Without Master Stepdaddy, I am nothing.
"Acceptable so far, Sonnyboy. You better be ready for your daily punishment!"
My own eyes light up at his very words. It's going to happen again. Like yesterday and the day before, I shall go to bed tonight with a beaten, sore ass and a very happy heart.
"Yes, Master. I am ready."
"Good."
He beckons me to come forth. I make my way towards him, feverishly anticipating the hardness of Master Stepdaddy's sacred cock with each impatient step.
I stop right in front of him, my face less than three inches away from his. We're standing in the middle of our basement which also doubles up as our special place, our dungeon whenever Mommy goes to work.
A small smile creeps up on my face. Despite Master Stepdaddy's stern demeanor, that erection straining against its cotton prison poking into my thigh tells me a whole different story.
"Bend over the table." Master Stepdaddy orders; his voice as excited and tight as my aching asshole.

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