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This is part 2 of the Literotica Mom Series. For part 1, I found out that my mother writes incest erotica ***** The second time I fucked my mother, it was because we decided to write a story about it together. It happened on a Tuesday. The sky was dark enough that the streetlights outside […]
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This is part 1 of the Literotica Mom Series ***** The first thing you should know about me is I read a lot of porn. Not the glossy, dead-eyed stuff you find on the homepage of free tube sites, but stories. Long, winding, honest-to-god stories, with character arcs and dialogue and, if you’re lucky, at
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I was never one for nostalgia. But every once in a while, I’d find myself on the couch at midnight, legs folded under a blanket, glass of wine on the coffee table, flipping through the heavy old photo album I used to keep up before Instagram made even memories feel disposable. Sometimes, especially lately, I’d
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Picking up Lila always made me late. Not for anything important, just, whenever my mom texted and said, “Can you get your sister?” I’d feel like I should actually leave five minutes early, then I’d waste it looking for my keys or a clean shirt, and arrive at the curb just in time to see
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I’m not saying my sister and I were close, but our parents’ idea of “two college kids sharing a house” was basically: ignore each other until dinner and then re-fracture into bedrooms with doors shut. My point is, Nadia and I had spent the summer practically as strangers. Which is why, when I went to
The night the power died, it was the sort of Colorado cold that makes your teeth ache and your nuts crawl up near your lungs for safety. I’d been in my room most of the evening, headphones jacked up, shuffling between TikTok and trying not to think about my upcoming final in stats. The wind
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It was Thursday, which meant Dad would be getting home late, if at all. The only thing different about tonight was that he’d actually warned us, dropping a gruff “Going out with the guys, don’t wait up” before disappearing with his gym bag. I think he even winked at Mom, but it was hard to
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You know those viral gym fails where dudes show up in flip-flops, or the benches collapse mid-rep, and everyone in the comments just roasts them to hell? Today, I was that guy. Only, it wasn’t a bench that failed me, it was the goddamn gym itself. Closed for emergency maintenance, which is code for the
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I got home with my shirt plastered to my chest, that post-game sweat mixing with the grime and August air until it felt like my pores were leaking cement. I dragged my feet through the front door and could already hear Mom on her phone in the kitchen, barking out some work thing. I considered
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There’s a trick you learn after twenty-two years of being raised by a goddess: never let your mother catch you staring at her ass, and never, ever let her know you’re hard because of it. The urge to break both rules was pretty much my entire adolescence. Some nights, after the gym or after she’d
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I’d been obsessed with my sister since the day she got boobs. That sounds wrong, but there it is, out loud, the thing that lived in the back of my skull since age thirteen: my big sister Mia was gorgeous, wild and way out of my league even if I wasn’t related. She had high
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At nineteen, I was home from college, living with my mother. I sat on the couch when I heard her, keys rattling, a muttered curse, the thunk of her gym bag against the mudroom bench. I put my phone down and headed to the hallway just as she came limping in, one arm hanging useless
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It started with a push notification. I was sprawled in bed, room lit only by the blue glow of my phone, swiping through Reddit with one hand and scratching my balls with the other. One in the goddamn morning. Notification banner: 1 New Message from Mom. I thumbed it open without thinking. Figured it was
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My laptop was propped on my knees and I was halfway through a binge of James Bond movies when the front door banged open and let in a blast of humidity and the scent of wet sand. And Mia, tracking both behind her. I didn’t need to look up to know it was my sister.
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I came home on a Friday night to the smell of vodka, Red Bull and someone’s burnt microwave popcorn. I hadn’t planned to be back until Sunday, but my buddy Nick’s flu was so aggressive it killed his desire for hanging out. So I bailed early and drove home, still wearing the last clean pair
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It started the way the best stories do: with a crash and a sob. I was grinding through a final paper in the upstairs study, the house so silent I could hear the click of the fridge three rooms away, when the front door banged open below me and a strangled little animal noise echoed
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If anyone asked me what it was like living with my older sister, I could give them the short answer, “insufferable” or the long answer, which would be a novel-length confession I’d never actually say out loud. When you’ve got a sibling like Sophie, the only thing you learn fast is how to deal with
I heard her car in the drive before I saw her. The tires crackled over my neglected gravel, then the familiar slam, always three-quarter force, never a polite nudge, of my daughter’s impatience. She stepped out of her vehicle, and then she stood on my porch for maybe half a breath, clutching a duffel, then
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I came home on autopilot, arms full of groceries and tired. The house was quiet in a way I didn’t like. My son’s shoes were abandoned at the bottom of the stairs, the way they always were. But no TV was blaring, no music and no thumping up in his room, nothing. I let myself
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There’s only so many ways a person can talk about a woman’s ass before you start to sound unhinged. And I guess if I’m being honest, that word fits, because for as long as I could remember, my mother’s ass had defined the boundaries of my obsession, my curiosity and my entire adolescence. I could