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MarissaWitch
Meteorite
- Joined
- Jul 30, 2023
- Location
- Colorado
Your life was largely ordinary growing up. Middle class suburbia and all the triumphs and tribulations that come with such a lifestyle.
You were the only child in your family, and as such it was decided when you were fairly young that your mom would set aside her professional ambitions in the realty industry to become a "Full time Mom." And, *man*, did she crush that role.
Volunteered at your schools through adolescence. Was always in attendance at your soccer matches and football games, almost assuredly the first to arrive and last to leave.
She even became the "cool" mom amongst your friend group. You know, the time that you and your buddies returned home at two AM, eyes as red as the devils dick and clutching crumpled bags of Taco Bell like your lives depended on it. Your mom was (a sign of her marital distress, even if you didn't recognize it at the time) sipping a glass of cabernet. She never once made an attempt to lecture you all; instead, she decided that three AM was the *perfect* time to whip up some of her homemade mac snd cheese - more than enough for even the insatiable entities that are growing teen stomachs - and follow it up with brownies and ice cream for dessert. The next morning, as you all were doing a borderline walk of shame, stumbling around and rubbing your eyes, she simply suggested "getting turnt" at home for the sake of safety. Even though that didn't end up *always* being the case, your friend group never hesitated to call "Mama Bear" when you were in the midst of some poorly planned shenanigans.
So, what was her secret? Why was she so willing to bend over backwards for you? Well, she loved you - of course. And, looking out for you and your friends occupied her time and kept her busy. Which was a superb distraction from the rapidly deteriorating marriage between her and your dad. They never let on why, but the signs were all there.
In your freshman year of college, they finalized their separation. But that didn't deter your mom from attending your sporting events. In fact, she seemed more dedicated than ever. She seemed to light up the stands and the fellow parents and supporters around her, regardless of the outcome of the game itself. Then, it happened.
It was a soccer tournament, on the East coast. As always for these occasions, your team got lodgings at a midrange hotel. Your mom, along with a few other parents, followed suit. The first day of matches went.. well, terribly. 3-0 and 2-0 defeats for both A and B squads respectively. The team had a quiet, defeated dinner before it was suggested that everyone turn in for an early night.
You thought rest sounded supreme, but - on a whim - decided to pop by your mom's room to make sure she had everything she needed for the evening. You held the spare key card she had given you against the sensor. A dull whine as the motorized lock undid itself ensued, and you opened the door. "Mo-?" You began to call out but stopped yourself.
Your eyes fell upon a scene that seemed to unlock a plethora of memories. Your mom was on her back on the bed, toned thighs wrapped around the broad hips of your teammate Derrick's dad. She was moaning and begging for more as he drove a rather sizable member into her creamy crevice. With each stroke, her 36 D cup breasts bounced. Even in her mid 40s, her creamy breasts were perky and buoyant.
A hard spank to her ample backside caused her to cry out. *"Oh fuck!"*. You heard Damon - you thought that was his name at least - ask her who her pussy belonged to, and you were surprised to hear her response. "You know it's yours daddy. It's been yours for years." An arched back and whine followed as her stud of a lover increased the pace of his delivery with her spurring.
You took a step back, mouth agape. You couldn't believe your ears. *Years* would imply overlap with her marriage with your dad. And yet, as you thought back - it made sense. You recalled a myriad of scenes: her laughing and slapping the thigh of Damon at a youth match; how eagerly she volunteered to help arrange season-end trophies and awards with a committee of other dads on the team. The one time she had been late to a second half, only to saunter jovially through the park - merrily chatting with another friend's dad. She later claimed he had helped her when she locked her keys in her car. *Had she always been doing this?!*
Which leads us to now. How do you react? What do you do? Tell me your ideas in your first message!
I'll be playing the mom in first person, you as her son/daughter and perhaps we can share control of her lovers?
Limits: Scat, gore
Kinks: Public/risqué sex, cheating, breeding, big cocks, interracial, group sex, rough sex, oral (giving), and more!
You were the only child in your family, and as such it was decided when you were fairly young that your mom would set aside her professional ambitions in the realty industry to become a "Full time Mom." And, *man*, did she crush that role.
Volunteered at your schools through adolescence. Was always in attendance at your soccer matches and football games, almost assuredly the first to arrive and last to leave.
She even became the "cool" mom amongst your friend group. You know, the time that you and your buddies returned home at two AM, eyes as red as the devils dick and clutching crumpled bags of Taco Bell like your lives depended on it. Your mom was (a sign of her marital distress, even if you didn't recognize it at the time) sipping a glass of cabernet. She never once made an attempt to lecture you all; instead, she decided that three AM was the *perfect* time to whip up some of her homemade mac snd cheese - more than enough for even the insatiable entities that are growing teen stomachs - and follow it up with brownies and ice cream for dessert. The next morning, as you all were doing a borderline walk of shame, stumbling around and rubbing your eyes, she simply suggested "getting turnt" at home for the sake of safety. Even though that didn't end up *always* being the case, your friend group never hesitated to call "Mama Bear" when you were in the midst of some poorly planned shenanigans.
So, what was her secret? Why was she so willing to bend over backwards for you? Well, she loved you - of course. And, looking out for you and your friends occupied her time and kept her busy. Which was a superb distraction from the rapidly deteriorating marriage between her and your dad. They never let on why, but the signs were all there.
In your freshman year of college, they finalized their separation. But that didn't deter your mom from attending your sporting events. In fact, she seemed more dedicated than ever. She seemed to light up the stands and the fellow parents and supporters around her, regardless of the outcome of the game itself. Then, it happened.
It was a soccer tournament, on the East coast. As always for these occasions, your team got lodgings at a midrange hotel. Your mom, along with a few other parents, followed suit. The first day of matches went.. well, terribly. 3-0 and 2-0 defeats for both A and B squads respectively. The team had a quiet, defeated dinner before it was suggested that everyone turn in for an early night.
You thought rest sounded supreme, but - on a whim - decided to pop by your mom's room to make sure she had everything she needed for the evening. You held the spare key card she had given you against the sensor. A dull whine as the motorized lock undid itself ensued, and you opened the door. "Mo-?" You began to call out but stopped yourself.
Your eyes fell upon a scene that seemed to unlock a plethora of memories. Your mom was on her back on the bed, toned thighs wrapped around the broad hips of your teammate Derrick's dad. She was moaning and begging for more as he drove a rather sizable member into her creamy crevice. With each stroke, her 36 D cup breasts bounced. Even in her mid 40s, her creamy breasts were perky and buoyant.
A hard spank to her ample backside caused her to cry out. *"Oh fuck!"*. You heard Damon - you thought that was his name at least - ask her who her pussy belonged to, and you were surprised to hear her response. "You know it's yours daddy. It's been yours for years." An arched back and whine followed as her stud of a lover increased the pace of his delivery with her spurring.
You took a step back, mouth agape. You couldn't believe your ears. *Years* would imply overlap with her marriage with your dad. And yet, as you thought back - it made sense. You recalled a myriad of scenes: her laughing and slapping the thigh of Damon at a youth match; how eagerly she volunteered to help arrange season-end trophies and awards with a committee of other dads on the team. The one time she had been late to a second half, only to saunter jovially through the park - merrily chatting with another friend's dad. She later claimed he had helped her when she locked her keys in her car. *Had she always been doing this?!*
Which leads us to now. How do you react? What do you do? Tell me your ideas in your first message!
I'll be playing the mom in first person, you as her son/daughter and perhaps we can share control of her lovers?
Limits: Scat, gore
Kinks: Public/risqué sex, cheating, breeding, big cocks, interracial, group sex, rough sex, oral (giving), and more!