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- Feb 11, 2025
**Disclaimer**
Hello! Thanks for visiting! I hope you enjoy the prompts below and I'd ask that if you are interested, please do read the entire post . In addition, I'd say being a high-heel lover is pretty much a must. So, if you're interested, please make sure you're comfortable with the kinks at the bottom and the posting requirements. If you are, please reach out and let me know which prompt idea interested you the most! Please do send more than just a 'hey' or a one-liner, it lets me know you read the entire post and enthusiasm is always fun to hear.
Hello! Thanks for visiting! I hope you enjoy the prompts below and I'd ask that if you are interested, please do read the entire post . In addition, I'd say being a high-heel lover is pretty much a must. So, if you're interested, please make sure you're comfortable with the kinks at the bottom and the posting requirements. If you are, please reach out and let me know which prompt idea interested you the most! Please do send more than just a 'hey' or a one-liner, it lets me know you read the entire post and enthusiasm is always fun to hear.
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I do not know when or how it started. But I cannot stop. I have tried.
I am obsessed with my mom. It is a fixation. An infatuation. I think about her constantly, each interaction feels like a gift and punishment – every part of you has become an unintended invitation to entice me. I crave your attention & feel unreasonably affected by even the smallest interaction.
It may come off as cute, adorable, or maybe even admirable – what mom would not want their son enjoying their company? But how would you react if you knew what hid behind my eye lids. The need, possession, dependency, fantasy, and…much more.
The prompt ideas below are here to help materialize a multiride of my musings into this central idea of a son whose obsessed with his mom, catalyzed by a number of ways.
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A bit of a cliche and classic prompt - with a bit more of a twist on a son's obsession with his mom. I'm looking for someone who'd enjoy a bit of the inadvertent chase, as life is lived out - not realizing that your son, has been slowly descending into madness being obsessed with her. Gestures, acts and other motions that would appear innocent, only further drive your son mad with lust. But also the mom discovering a strange, yet deliciously inviting sensation that welcomes such behavior.
However, I wanted to play the reveal a bit different. I'm looking for someone who finds out after her sons obsession, rather lewdly or even her sons arousal toward her own proclivities. But finds the revelation to be intriguing and slightly complimenting. From there, we transform our mother-son bond - this is not romance, but a lewd, depraved and filthy reimagining of a mother-son relationship.
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I do not know when or how it started. But I cannot stop. I have tried.
I am obsessed with my mom. It is a fixation. An infatuation. I think about her constantly, each interaction feels like a gift and punishment – every part of you has become an unintended invitation to entice me. I crave your attention & feel unreasonably affected by even the smallest interaction.
It may come off as cute, adorable, or maybe even admirable – what mom would not want their son enjoying their company? But how would you react if you knew what hid behind my eye lids. The need, possession, dependency, fantasy, and…much more.
The prompt ideas below are here to help materialize a multiride of my musings into this central idea of a son whose obsessed with his mom, catalyzed by a number of ways.
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A bit of a cliche and classic prompt - with a bit more of a twist on a son's obsession with his mom. I'm looking for someone who'd enjoy a bit of the inadvertent chase, as life is lived out - not realizing that your son, has been slowly descending into madness being obsessed with her. Gestures, acts and other motions that would appear innocent, only further drive your son mad with lust. But also the mom discovering a strange, yet deliciously inviting sensation that welcomes such behavior.
However, I wanted to play the reveal a bit different. I'm looking for someone who finds out after her sons obsession, rather lewdly or even her sons arousal toward her own proclivities. But finds the revelation to be intriguing and slightly complimenting. From there, we transform our mother-son bond - this is not romance, but a lewd, depraved and filthy reimagining of a mother-son relationship.
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Scene Ideas
I don't remember when it started. Not clearly, anyway. There's no singular moment—no accidental touch, no caught glance, no laugh that cracked the sky open. Just... fragments. A slow leak. A creeping thing that pooled in corners of my mind until it became a flood.
Now, it's all I think about.
I still date. I pretend to care. I swipe, I smile, I play the part. But none of them are her. None of them walk like her—ankles flexing, arches rising in 5-inch heels. She is older, yes. But she owns it.
Everything she wears—tight crop tops, faded shorts, flowing blouses—clings in just the right way, like it's all been chosen to haunt me. Her stomach isn't flat, her age shows, but none of it seems to matter—because she wears it like it's power. And always, always, those heels—like punctuation marks at the end of a sentence meant only for me.
I cannot explain what they do to me. The open toe platform heels with the soft arch. The way the glossed polish matches her iced coffee or her mood—bubblegum pink, seafoam green, frosty white. Her toes slip forward just slightly, and I always wonder if she knows how it looks. The curve of her foot, the rise of her heel, the faint line of toe cleavage—it's all... unbearable.
But I never speak of it. How can I? Its my mom...
But then I caved. I started to steal your panties, sniffing them, licking them, wrapping them around my shaft until I came in them. But that was not enough. Then I took your high heels, used them to masturbate until I came all inside them – filling them up.
And…that is about the time you caught me.
Now, it's all I think about.
I still date. I pretend to care. I swipe, I smile, I play the part. But none of them are her. None of them walk like her—ankles flexing, arches rising in 5-inch heels. She is older, yes. But she owns it.
Everything she wears—tight crop tops, faded shorts, flowing blouses—clings in just the right way, like it's all been chosen to haunt me. Her stomach isn't flat, her age shows, but none of it seems to matter—because she wears it like it's power. And always, always, those heels—like punctuation marks at the end of a sentence meant only for me.
I cannot explain what they do to me. The open toe platform heels with the soft arch. The way the glossed polish matches her iced coffee or her mood—bubblegum pink, seafoam green, frosty white. Her toes slip forward just slightly, and I always wonder if she knows how it looks. The curve of her foot, the rise of her heel, the faint line of toe cleavage—it's all... unbearable.
But I never speak of it. How can I? Its my mom...
But then I caved. I started to steal your panties, sniffing them, licking them, wrapping them around my shaft until I came in them. But that was not enough. Then I took your high heels, used them to masturbate until I came all inside them – filling them up.
And…that is about the time you caught me.
I come home to surprise my parents, but I'm that type of son. Why doesn't like surprises?! I drove up to the house and to my surprise saw cars parked in the drive way. "Oh, must be having a small party" I thought, as I walked up to the house. I always come in the back and was frozen in place with what I saw.. I saw my mom, completely done up – in an exaggerated type of way, outlandish make up, fake nails, , walking into the living room wearing a satin robe that was poorly tied by the waist, & she was wearing a pair of 5 inch platform pep toe high heels. She walked in them like had worn them every day of her life. But then came the guys, they looked young. Their hands fondled you like your body was theirs, revealing one of your breasts as you chuckled. Another man emerged and you locked into a thick, wet, and passionate kiss.
I watched the entire night standing out there. I was entranced. Especially as I saw you drop on your knees and take their large cocks. The way your mouth expertly moved, sloppily, messily, and that was just the start. Then came how they took you, your pussy, your ass – it was all intense. Especially the way I saw you squirt so hard, as you reached climax after climax. But you continued to surprise, even after they finished. The way you walked around - cum dripping out of you, laughing, giggling - getting them water, milk, cookies?! God, I became obsessed. Why couldn't I be one of them?! (You finding out that I know, how do you react? What games do we play as we try and find out how much the other person knows? Does your little kink of fucking younger guys reach a climax with me - your son? I dont mind sharing and sloppy seconds)
I watched the entire night standing out there. I was entranced. Especially as I saw you drop on your knees and take their large cocks. The way your mouth expertly moved, sloppily, messily, and that was just the start. Then came how they took you, your pussy, your ass – it was all intense. Especially the way I saw you squirt so hard, as you reached climax after climax. But you continued to surprise, even after they finished. The way you walked around - cum dripping out of you, laughing, giggling - getting them water, milk, cookies?! God, I became obsessed. Why couldn't I be one of them?! (You finding out that I know, how do you react? What games do we play as we try and find out how much the other person knows? Does your little kink of fucking younger guys reach a climax with me - your son? I dont mind sharing and sloppy seconds)
We are middle class – nothing to scream about. But I had comfortable life. But imagine my surprise when suddenly, it looked like college was going to be all paid for. Oh, then came the car. I mean, I did not realize we made that much money. But then I found out your little secret, the way you managed to snag the extra cash – well its not just extra cash. It's a lifeline, its wealth generation. I would not have guessed – you're the lovable mom, you're a little chubby, bubbly, always chatty – love the attention when my friends call you mom (as well). But it's when I found out, that you've been going every year, for a few weeks at a time, to these exclusive events – contorting to this exaggerated sexual vixen. The string bikini's and thongs. The constant high heel wearing. How you've perverted, contorted, twisted and enhanced the sweet motherly affection you possess into this cum dripping sexual personality. I guess they've been paying you to come out – to be the embodiment of their fantasies. I guess you just did not realize I would ever find out. How did years of playing this persona for some wealthy young billionaires, arab princes or others change you? Maybe this has always been you? Well, now I can't stop thinking about you, and god, all those images – the way you're sucking cock, squirting on others, taking it in the ass, the cum dripping out of your pussy and jesus, all the other kinks…(You finding out that I know, how do you react? What games do we play as we try and find out how much the other person knows? Does your little kink of fucking younger guys reach a climax with me - your son? I dont mind sharing and sloppy seconds)
You'd given up all your prime years for the family, for dad, for us. So, I can imagine how upset you were when you caught dad fucking a girl, 20 years younger. Intern. I mean, it was pretty cliché. So cliché, I think you were more disappointed and sad in yourself that you fell for the trap – that he was anything but that.
I had seen how much effort you put, dressing up, being sexy, all of the above for dad. I mean, he may not have appreciated it, but I did.
So that one lonely evening, that one comment I made about your dress sparked a conversation – a mini fashion show. You felt appreciated. Not invisible. Well, I think you noticed it – that you were dotted after. That I was a bit fixated. Possessive. I had plenty to say, all good things obviously, but I wanted to see more. So you'd keep on buying outfits. Dresses. Swimsuits. High Heels. You'd give me a little fashion show, each time stripping away the innocence of a mother son relationship and replacing it with something much tabooer. Illicit. Forbidden.
I had seen how much effort you put, dressing up, being sexy, all of the above for dad. I mean, he may not have appreciated it, but I did.
So that one lonely evening, that one comment I made about your dress sparked a conversation – a mini fashion show. You felt appreciated. Not invisible. Well, I think you noticed it – that you were dotted after. That I was a bit fixated. Possessive. I had plenty to say, all good things obviously, but I wanted to see more. So you'd keep on buying outfits. Dresses. Swimsuits. High Heels. You'd give me a little fashion show, each time stripping away the innocence of a mother son relationship and replacing it with something much tabooer. Illicit. Forbidden.
Physicals should be nothing to worry about, right? Yeah, think again. It was a misdiagnosis but imagine how I felt when I got the voice mail that said, "blah blah blah oncologist". Yeah, imagine that. Well, my mom could not either. See, she is a physician too. Primary care. I bet you have not had one like her. She's always immaculately dressed and she's proud of that too. You know – the designer blouses, pencil skirts, nails always manicured & pedicured, hair done-up and not to mention – always wearing high heels. I mean, 4 inches or higher. It is impressive. Well, despite her looks, she is brilliant - and she didn't believe the diagnosis. So, she fought it. Demanded a 2nd opinion, and she insisted I go to her.
Well, that was a few months ago, and what do you know - I do not have cancer. But, something has changed. See, my mom is a bit of a protective bear, always has been. So she's insisted I see her every few months. It's a little excessive, I know...
It's more than just seeing her more, the way we act in that patient room. It's…unusual. I don't know when I noticed it, but I started to watch her more. My eyes fixated on every part of her, the way her outfit clung to her, the way her make up was applied, the way her lips seemed to move when she was in between my legs checking my vitals. At first, it was the fact she was comfortable – so personal boundaries and space was not really a thing. Then, they completely evaporated. When she started to check every part of me. The way she would touch my lower abdomen, the lingering finger near my crotch wondering if she should go further. She's noticed the erections. She is held me in ways that can't be medically appropriate. Life outside the clinic is normal - nothing ever to suggest there is this brewing taboo between us.
Well, that was a few months ago, and what do you know - I do not have cancer. But, something has changed. See, my mom is a bit of a protective bear, always has been. So she's insisted I see her every few months. It's a little excessive, I know...
It's more than just seeing her more, the way we act in that patient room. It's…unusual. I don't know when I noticed it, but I started to watch her more. My eyes fixated on every part of her, the way her outfit clung to her, the way her make up was applied, the way her lips seemed to move when she was in between my legs checking my vitals. At first, it was the fact she was comfortable – so personal boundaries and space was not really a thing. Then, they completely evaporated. When she started to check every part of me. The way she would touch my lower abdomen, the lingering finger near my crotch wondering if she should go further. She's noticed the erections. She is held me in ways that can't be medically appropriate. Life outside the clinic is normal - nothing ever to suggest there is this brewing taboo between us.
You love my dad. I love my girlfriend. But that does not' stop the fact that the way we view our relationship is a little bit more different than others.
Why shouldn't a son find his mother beautiful? Fantasy worthy. Well, that is exactly what I think. Why should not I help cater to her needs, just like some wash dishes, help with chores and other domestic activities I go further, and make sure I go down on her plenty – tasting her is delicious. Oh, in both holes too. She's the same way – the way she sucks my cock, the way she kisses and sucks on the head. The way we kiss each other when no-one is looking, I mean, kissing each other on the cheek is so bland. We love to use our tongue. If I cant' taste her saliva, it wasn't a good kiss.
But I must be respectful. She still loves dad. Like the time she was having phone sex with him, but I just needed some release. So I went down on her, while she talked about fucking my dad to dad. A bit strange, but I think she liked it with the way she squirted all over my face.
(This is more of a fun natured, one dimensional play. Do we address the fact that we've build this taboo relationship? Or do we carry ourselves with a degree of naivety that we give ourselves the cognitive dissonance that - 'yeah, this is all normal - for us' )
Why shouldn't a son find his mother beautiful? Fantasy worthy. Well, that is exactly what I think. Why should not I help cater to her needs, just like some wash dishes, help with chores and other domestic activities I go further, and make sure I go down on her plenty – tasting her is delicious. Oh, in both holes too. She's the same way – the way she sucks my cock, the way she kisses and sucks on the head. The way we kiss each other when no-one is looking, I mean, kissing each other on the cheek is so bland. We love to use our tongue. If I cant' taste her saliva, it wasn't a good kiss.
But I must be respectful. She still loves dad. Like the time she was having phone sex with him, but I just needed some release. So I went down on her, while she talked about fucking my dad to dad. A bit strange, but I think she liked it with the way she squirted all over my face.
(This is more of a fun natured, one dimensional play. Do we address the fact that we've build this taboo relationship? Or do we carry ourselves with a degree of naivety that we give ourselves the cognitive dissonance that - 'yeah, this is all normal - for us' )
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I tend to write about 2-3 paragraphs, and can be flexible with my post length as we write transitionary or dialogue heavy scenes. I am looking for those who enjoy some degree of detail in their writing, while also capturing the teasing/edging nature of our story.
Obviously there isn't as much depth, but would love to add dimensionality to our characters. Sure, it's porn logic, but we can be creative. I'm not looking to jump into smut, but build enough tension that we both enjoy.
Obviously there isn't as much depth, but would love to add dimensionality to our characters. Sure, it's porn logic, but we can be creative. I'm not looking to jump into smut, but build enough tension that we both enjoy.
For our characters, I'm open to a lot - so come brainstorm with me. Different races, ethnicities, and cultures would be fun to play as (e.g - special shout out if anyone wants to play a desi or arab mom)
You can be the chubby/bubbly mom, Bimbo (or Bimbo Lite), or other variations...
For me, I could be the gooner, the handsome/accomplished son, the nerd, the goth, etc...
You can be the chubby/bubbly mom, Bimbo (or Bimbo Lite), or other variations...
For me, I could be the gooner, the handsome/accomplished son, the nerd, the goth, etc...
I'm sure if you've read my posts before, you'll notice - I'm enamored by women in high heels. So they are going to play a big part in this. I love to use high heels as a catalyzer, a way to pull my character in. So you enjoying wearing high heels would greatly enhance your own experience. A.K.A, it's a huge turn on for me. So we'd get along very well, if you enjoyed wearing them. Or at least your character! So, don't hesitate to bring it up!
Kinks - High Heels, Outfit Play, Foot Play, Foot Jobs, Seduction, Dirty Talk, Incest, Anal, Oral, Creampies, Cum Play, Taboo Locations, Intelligence, Adultery, Sexual Exhaustion, Multiple Partners, Sloppy Seconds, Sneaking Around, Risky Sex, Water Sports (maybe)
Limits - Violence, Scat, Death, Cucking (my main character - we can cuck others), Pain.
Kinks - High Heels, Outfit Play, Foot Play, Foot Jobs, Seduction, Dirty Talk, Incest, Anal, Oral, Creampies, Cum Play, Taboo Locations, Intelligence, Adultery, Sexual Exhaustion, Multiple Partners, Sloppy Seconds, Sneaking Around, Risky Sex, Water Sports (maybe)
Limits - Violence, Scat, Death, Cucking (my main character - we can cuck others), Pain.