apervertedthought
apervertedthought:

The funny thing about picking on the smart shy girl in high school is that eventually she will grow up, and really grow out, and have and raise a son who eventually will go to the same school and have to interact with those other girls (daughters of those slutty popular girls who picked on his mom back in the day); they see the handsome stud that was raised well and flock to him, and he never gives them the time of day, because mother gets on her knees and satisfies him at every opportunity before he leaves the house, and when he comes home, and when he goes to bed. She gets coated in her boy’s cum and smiles lovingly, knowing those bitches will be running back to their mothers and crying because they were actually ignored for once, while mother gets the only attention she ever needs now.

apervertedthought:

The funny thing about picking on the smart shy girl in high school is that eventually she will grow up, and really grow out, and have and raise a son who eventually will go to the same school and have to interact with those other girls (daughters of those slutty popular girls who picked on his mom back in the day); they see the handsome stud that was raised well and flock to him, and he never gives them the time of day, because mother gets on her knees and satisfies him at every opportunity before he leaves the house, and when he comes home, and when he goes to bed. She gets coated in her boy’s cum and smiles lovingly, knowing those bitches will be running back to their mothers and crying because they were actually ignored for once, while mother gets the only attention she ever needs now.

apervertedthought
apervertedthought:

The funny thing about picking on the smart shy girl in high school is that eventually she will grow up, and really grow out, and have and raise a son who eventually will go to the same school and have to interact with those other girls (daughters of those slutty popular girls who picked on his mom back in the day); they see the handsome stud that was raised well and flock to him, and he never gives them the time of day, because mother gets on her knees and satisfies him at every opportunity before he leaves the house, and when he comes home, and when he goes to bed. She gets coated in her boy’s cum and smiles lovingly, knowing those bitches will be running back to their mothers and crying because they were actually ignored for once, while mother gets the only attention she ever needs now.

apervertedthought:

The funny thing about picking on the smart shy girl in high school is that eventually she will grow up, and really grow out, and have and raise a son who eventually will go to the same school and have to interact with those other girls (daughters of those slutty popular girls who picked on his mom back in the day); they see the handsome stud that was raised well and flock to him, and he never gives them the time of day, because mother gets on her knees and satisfies him at every opportunity before he leaves the house, and when he comes home, and when he goes to bed. She gets coated in her boy’s cum and smiles lovingly, knowing those bitches will be running back to their mothers and crying because they were actually ignored for once, while mother gets the only attention she ever needs now.

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apervertedthought:

My daughter was at that typical age when she came home late and started giving less shits, getting into fights constantly with her mother. I still called her princess though she acted like anything but and she still showed some basic respect, for me, if not the household. One day I stayed up late when I heard the car pull up in the driveway, the latest dude that was probably banging her that dropped her off before peeling off, and I heard those high heels echoing on the driveway before she creeped in through the door, noticing me right away and not even missing a beat. Not surprised or scared, just moseying on over and sitting on my lap, pouting her lips and saying “Please don’t be mad at me daddy.”
I sighed. “It’s not me you should be concerned about. You know I’m pretty straightforward with these things; I know you are aware of what you’re doing and, you have the right to have fun if you want. But please… can you try making your mother happy, for once?”
She leaned in and whispered: “Can I try making you happy… for once?" And she tilted her head and smirked. It wasn’t a secret to anyone who observed my wife and I long enough, that the love was there but the intimacy was not, and I feel it was this type of dynamic in the household she resented. Dare I say, contributed to her relaxed standards for sex.
I spent a few moments retracing all of these steps in my head and how we got to this point and didn’t even realize her soft hands were already on my pants, which were unbuttoned and ready to be pulled down. She moved seductively in the dark and I was not paying attention.
"Daddy, you’ve just been so good to me and I’ve just wanted to, you know, repay the favor."
I came up with a list of reasonings for why she needed to stop immediately, go to bed and pretend like this situation never happened, and I grabbed her hands and opened my mouth and all that came out was, “Thank you, princess.”
She smiled, something I haven’t seen her do in so long, and my guard completely dropped. My hands fell to the side, and so did my pants as she slowly pulled them down, biting her lip at my dick as it sprang into action, both it and her seemingly waiting for this moment forever. She started blowing me right there in the living room, on a dark Friday night while my wife was sleeping on my bed upstairs. But none of that mattered, and she bopped her head up and down like she had all the time in the world, and I knew then that she was truly vested in my satisfaction, that she was a good girl after all.
Thirty minutes later, after she swallowed and swallowed the built-up load I was shooting down her throat, when she finally stood up, barely a drop of daddy’s cum on her lips, she looked at me in the eye and told me bluntly: “I’m going out tomorrow night, and will be back late.” Her mom would see it as a display of adamance. I saw it as an invitation.

apervertedthought:

My daughter was at that typical age when she came home late and started giving less shits, getting into fights constantly with her mother. I still called her princess though she acted like anything but and she still showed some basic respect, for me, if not the household. One day I stayed up late when I heard the car pull up in the driveway, the latest dude that was probably banging her that dropped her off before peeling off, and I heard those high heels echoing on the driveway before she creeped in through the door, noticing me right away and not even missing a beat. Not surprised or scared, just moseying on over and sitting on my lap, pouting her lips and saying “Please don’t be mad at me daddy.”

I sighed. “It’s not me you should be concerned about. You know I’m pretty straightforward with these things; I know you are aware of what you’re doing and, you have the right to have fun if you want. But please… can you try making your mother happy, for once?”

She leaned in and whispered: “Can I try making you happy… for once?" And she tilted her head and smirked. It wasn’t a secret to anyone who observed my wife and I long enough, that the love was there but the intimacy was not, and I feel it was this type of dynamic in the household she resented. Dare I say, contributed to her relaxed standards for sex.

I spent a few moments retracing all of these steps in my head and how we got to this point and didn’t even realize her soft hands were already on my pants, which were unbuttoned and ready to be pulled down. She moved seductively in the dark and I was not paying attention.

"Daddy, you’ve just been so good to me and I’ve just wanted to, you know, repay the favor."

I came up with a list of reasonings for why she needed to stop immediately, go to bed and pretend like this situation never happened, and I grabbed her hands and opened my mouth and all that came out was, “Thank you, princess.”

She smiled, something I haven’t seen her do in so long, and my guard completely dropped. My hands fell to the side, and so did my pants as she slowly pulled them down, biting her lip at my dick as it sprang into action, both it and her seemingly waiting for this moment forever. She started blowing me right there in the living room, on a dark Friday night while my wife was sleeping on my bed upstairs. But none of that mattered, and she bopped her head up and down like she had all the time in the world, and I knew then that she was truly vested in my satisfaction, that she was a good girl after all.

Thirty minutes later, after she swallowed and swallowed the built-up load I was shooting down her throat, when she finally stood up, barely a drop of daddy’s cum on her lips, she looked at me in the eye and told me bluntly: “I’m going out tomorrow night, and will be back late.” Her mom would see it as a display of adamance. I saw it as an invitation.

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apervertedthought:

"Are you seriously still leaving your older sis alone in the house? Your girlfriend’s always going to be there, it’s not often I get these days off from work, you know? Don’t you think we can have our own fun today? I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you looking at my tits - yes, tits little brother - these tits right here… Do you want to, have fun with them? She doesn’t have to know anything about what goes on in this house. What could go on between us, if you want.”

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"Are you seriously still leaving your older sis alone in the house? Your girlfriend’s always going to be there, it’s not often I get these days off from work, you know? Don’t you think we can have our own fun today? I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you looking at my tits - yes, tits little brother - these tits right here… Do you want to, have fun with them? She doesn’t have to know anything about what goes on in this house. What could go on between us, if you want.”

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The following Monday she would listen to her coworkers continue to spew the boring family shit they did that weekend, until it was her turn, then all her married peers focused on her, eager to hear again what a single mother like her does on her down time (some look with curiosity, others with jealousy). “I just stayed home, had a few drinks with my prince and hung out. You do not need to always go out to create good memories, you know?” They all went “Right on!” having no clue of what exactly they were advocating.

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The following Monday she would listen to her coworkers continue to spew the boring family shit they did that weekend, until it was her turn, then all her married peers focused on her, eager to hear again what a single mother like her does on her down time (some look with curiosity, others with jealousy). “I just stayed home, had a few drinks with my prince and hung out. You do not need to always go out to create good memories, you know?” They all went “Right on!” having no clue of what exactly they were advocating.

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apervertedthought:

"Thank you for coming here, baby. I need to talk to you - don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble. Your mother’s just had a horrible date today, this guy was just an asshole all around. He didn’t seem interested in me and every time I mentioned you he seemed to be more distant. You know I can’t help but talk about you, it’s only because of how proud I am! So at one point he joked about just fucking you and at that point I told flat out the date was over.
He said it was a joke and tried to apologize I left and came here as soon as I can, because… I think he was right. Now, I don’t mean to be as crass as him but you really have no idea how much you mean to me, the joy you’ve brought me lately just by looking at you. You are a real man because you treat me better than these other immature boys that I’ve been seeing, and I really just wanted to thank you for that, and make you happy.
Look at me in a new light, baby… Look at this dress. I know you said you love this dress and the way it looks on me, but I’m sorry; I’m going to need you to come over here and take it off for me…”

apervertedthought:

"Thank you for coming here, baby. I need to talk to you - don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble. Your mother’s just had a horrible date today, this guy was just an asshole all around. He didn’t seem interested in me and every time I mentioned you he seemed to be more distant. You know I can’t help but talk about you, it’s only because of how proud I am! So at one point he joked about just fucking you and at that point I told flat out the date was over.

He said it was a joke and tried to apologize I left and came here as soon as I can, because… I think he was right. Now, I don’t mean to be as crass as him but you really have no idea how much you mean to me, the joy you’ve brought me lately just by looking at you. You are a real man because you treat me better than these other immature boys that I’ve been seeing, and I really just wanted to thank you for that, and make you happy.

Look at me in a new light, baby… Look at this dress. I know you said you love this dress and the way it looks on me, but I’m sorry; I’m going to need you to come over here and take it off for me…”

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apervertedthought:

I’m never going to forget that day at the beach with my parents; it was cloudy, so not crowded, and it seemed completely quiet. My dad and I were both sleeping with our shades on in the sand but I suppose mom felt compelled to straddle me instead of him, wake me up quietly and remove my sunglasses so I could get a clear view. I was too shocked to focus on anything else as she uncovered her bikini and exposed that massive tit for me, knowing full well how often I’d been trying to get an “innocent” glance of them. But she gave me much more at that point, remaining silent while leaning forward so I can put my head in there, grab them and squeeze them and bit and licked as I pleased. She was on top of me and grinding slowly, pushing hard to feel my erection and she did, and she felt when I couldn’t take it anymore and started cumming in my swim trunks. She moaned and giggled and kissed me lightly while dad still snored away, and then laid beside me while smiling and running her fingers up and down my chest. I could tell she was having just as much fun, and with the other one still sleeping it wasn’t long before she inched herself down, still laying on the sand but with her head resting on my shorts. She smiled one more time before using her hand to take my flaccid dick out, and putting it in her mouth to pass the time until he was about to wake up.

apervertedthought:

I’m never going to forget that day at the beach with my parents; it was cloudy, so not crowded, and it seemed completely quiet. My dad and I were both sleeping with our shades on in the sand but I suppose mom felt compelled to straddle me instead of him, wake me up quietly and remove my sunglasses so I could get a clear view. I was too shocked to focus on anything else as she uncovered her bikini and exposed that massive tit for me, knowing full well how often I’d been trying to get an “innocent” glance of them. But she gave me much more at that point, remaining silent while leaning forward so I can put my head in there, grab them and squeeze them and bit and licked as I pleased. She was on top of me and grinding slowly, pushing hard to feel my erection and she did, and she felt when I couldn’t take it anymore and started cumming in my swim trunks. She moaned and giggled and kissed me lightly while dad still snored away, and then laid beside me while smiling and running her fingers up and down my chest. I could tell she was having just as much fun, and with the other one still sleeping it wasn’t long before she inched herself down, still laying on the sand but with her head resting on my shorts. She smiled one more time before using her hand to take my flaccid dick out, and putting it in her mouth to pass the time until he was about to wake up.

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apervertedthought:

Some mothers, when giving in to lust and going after their own offspring, might rationalize it as urges and prefer to be called by their real name or prefer not to look at their son’s face out of guilt as they let the sons have their way with them. Other moms, however, are quite proud of their actions and seductions, and will lead their boy into the bathroom before he bends her over for the first time, so that she can look in the mirror and see that it is the same man that she nursed and fed and raised, who was now returning the favor and filling up that ass with his own cum. They were a few more sons that she had, that would eventually get their turn, one by one turning into real momma’s boys.

apervertedthought:

Some mothers, when giving in to lust and going after their own offspring, might rationalize it as urges and prefer to be called by their real name or prefer not to look at their son’s face out of guilt as they let the sons have their way with them. Other moms, however, are quite proud of their actions and seductions, and will lead their boy into the bathroom before he bends her over for the first time, so that she can look in the mirror and see that it is the same man that she nursed and fed and raised, who was now returning the favor and filling up that ass with his own cum. They were a few more sons that she had, that would eventually get their turn, one by one turning into real momma’s boys.

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apervertedthought:

"You’ve probably never seen your mother in this light, but it’s alright. I’ll break you in softly… I came to the realization recently that we shouldn’t be keeping any secrets in this family. And my secret, baby, is that I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time now. I fuck for money. I get paid to play someone else’s mommy, and every single time, I just imagine that they are you. It makes my job so much easier, and they end up loving it. You’ll see why soon, baby. Just sit back and let mommy take care of you.”

apervertedthought:

"You’ve probably never seen your mother in this light, but it’s alright. I’ll break you in softly… I came to the realization recently that we shouldn’t be keeping any secrets in this family. And my secret, baby, is that I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time now. I fuck for money. I get paid to play someone else’s mommy, and every single time, I just imagine that they are you. It makes my job so much easier, and they end up loving it. You’ll see why soon, baby. Just sit back and let mommy take care of you.”