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Wearing only a towel around your son.

I love seeing him try to discreetly sneak peaks. He gets so red and flustered the longer I hang around in my towel after showering. I loosen it just a bit, and look away at my phone. I pretend to be absorbed, not noticing my tits slowly pop out. Then I quickly look up directly at his face and ask some innocuous question about you: “When’s your daddy getting home from his business trip? I totally spaced it, hehe.”

Gosh, he’s so bad at acting like he wasn’t just staring at my boobs!

“I won’t tell on you if you want to throw a party. I know your little friends love any excuse to see me in my bikini. Haha, don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen the gawking. …Orrr, we could have our own private little pool party. Take some selfies with me; I’ll show off these two girls. You like these, right? Your daddy sure does, hehe. Anyway, post those selfies and you’ll be a legend among your friends and the ladies will get jealous and flock to you. Trust me. …What, don’t you think they’re good enough?” And I let the towel slip completely off…

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When your son tells me he’s never seen tits as big as mine.

“Well you haven’t really seen them, have you, sweetie? Unless you’ve peaked on me in the shower?”

“Oh, umm, no of course not! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Baby, baby, calm down. It’s only natural. I’m almost disappointing you haven’t tried to get a proper look.”

“Heh heh, it’s not that I don’t want to, trust me.”

“Mmmm, naughty boy. Maybe we can work on that. How many have you seen. Like, really, in person. What’s my competition?

“In person, like, really? Oh gosh, like at least, you know, like…none.”

“None?! A cute, virile young thing such as yourself should have a line of girls outside your door just begging you to cop a feel.”

“I wish. I’m, y’know, a…a virgin.”

“I’m shocked. Well, I guess you don’t really have much to go on. And here I was all flattered. All hot and bothered that this young stud liked these old tits of mine.”

“That’s crazy! I’ve seen you in your underwear…y’know, on laundry days. I can tell they’re very, uhh, impressive.”

“Your Dad thinks they’re a little too big…”

“What?! They’re…perfect.”

“That’s sweet, but you should really see them before you decide.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t, oh my god! I can’t believe you’re really-”

“Shhh, sweetie, no more talking, you really need to touch to make an evaluation. Mmmm, yeah, like that. Really feel all over. Ohhh. You’re so much more gentle than your father, and, mmm, stimulating. He’s so ham-fisted and clumsy, mmm, like an over-eager virgin. Are you sure he’s the more experienced one?

Haha, okay, now taste them. You need to get your mouth on a pair of tits before you can decide if you like them. Mmmm, oh god. You are amazing. I’m so wet now.

You deserve to take your dad’s place in bed with me. Mmm, let’s kick him out, haha, and tell him you’re the man of the house now. Oh yeah, bad boy, cuckolding your own father. Licking his girlfriend’s titties. Well, mmm, maybe former girlfriend. After we see how you perform in his bed…”

The rules were simple. When you collected her from wherever she was, you got to bring her home and fuck her. If you could get her to cry out your name, she was “reclaimed.”

The next time you failed to make her cry out your name, she was “emancipated” and would be free to seek out other lovers. She’d send you little videos of her calling out their names while she came. Eventually she’d get bored of them and ask you to “reclaim” her.

But this time had been ridiculous. She’s been away a whole month. It had never lasted more than a week. In the videos she’d been moaning “Daddy.” Must be a new kink. Her own father was long dead. Maybe that’s how these kinks got started? You followed the GPS coordinates she’d sent, eventually pulling up to an all too familiar address. …it couldn’t be…your own father’s house.

When your sister had bet a ‘facial’ in the poker game you were pretty sure she meant giving someone a treatment at the spa where she worked. Maybe she had, but as soon as your friend joked that it would be pretty weird for her brother to have to nut on her face she just winked at you and said ‘on the contrary, I think he just got new motivation to win.’

But you’d lost. You tried to be chivalrous and challenged your friend to an arm wrestling contest to call it off. When you pathetically lost that immediately he’d charged you with filming the event and sending it to her and him.

“We need some proof, after all. And I think I deserve some fap material for beating you two wonder-twins so thoroughly.”

“Okay, just a moment, bro. I need to take this top off. Don’t want to get it stained. Besides, if I’m going to be masturbation fodder, I want it to be good.”

You girlfriend was so sweet and sexually adventurous. She was always surprising you with little sexy texts, pictures, videos. She was particularly obsessed with cum. She always said she snapped them when you weren’t looking, but you really couldn’t figure out how she’s gotten this one of you two. And did your cock really look that big?

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Son, ever since your father knocked me up I’ve been overflowing with milk. Do you think you could help me out?

“Mooom, you’re so weird. Why do you have to be such a hippie? …uh, fine, do you want me to hold the breast pump or what?”

“Honey, you know we don’t buy mechanical doodads for tasks humans were built for already. Mother nature saw fit to give me this milk early and I don’t want it to go to waste.”

“I guess…I have sort of always wondered what it tastes like, you know? Is that weird?”

“Of course not, sweetie. It’s the most natural. We weren’t meant to steal milk from cows.”

“Okay…cool, I’ll try it. Can’t be worse than kefir. So you want to squeeze it into a jar or what?”

“Baby, I’m not a cow.”

“Okaaay, sooo…”

“Breasts are meant for sucking, son.”

“Gross, get Dad to do it.”

“He’s busy, son. Besides, he’s not my child to nourish. You are.”

“I can’t suck my Mom’s breasts!”

“You already have, honey.”

“I’m a sexually mature adult now! That’s not normal! What if it feels good or something? I’d be scarred for life.”

“Breast feeding can feel very…um…stimulating, honey. Don’t mean to blow your mind. Mother Nature doesn’t create firm boundaries society likes us to think it does. You are my son, but I even I can see you are an attractive young man now. Motherhood does not make me immune from the erotic sensation any woman would feel seeing you walk around shirtless, get sweaty playing basketball, or hug me with those strong arms, your toned pecs pressing into my perky and sensitive nipples…”

“Gosh Mom, you made your point. I’ll suck your nipples. Just don’t freak out if I get a boner. It’s just what ‘Mother Nature’ intended and all.”

“We are all bound to the whims of Nature and our earthly desires, son. This is a safe space. We can express our bodies and ourselves without fear of judgment. …Actually, why don’t you just take your clothes off entirely? Nothing I haven’t seen before. It will help you feel more natural, relaxed, free of society’s artificial strictures. …Good. No, no need to hide your natural arousal. Come here, now. Yes, take my clothes off, fully, would you? Good.”

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“It just tastes so good, honey! It’s not cheating…really! Duh, cause he said so!… Because you’re the same blood! It’s basically the same as your dick…just bigger. Because he’s the ‘big brother’….No, I don’t think that’s supposed to be about age, silly. Why would someone seven years younger than you be called ‘bigger’ if that were true?…No, your sister told me. She said he was the ‘big brother’ and I didn’t believe her either but then I bet her to ‘prove it’ and she pulled down his pants and showed me right there. So of course I had to offer a forfeit for being wrong. Your sister peed in my mouth. That didn’t taste great. Your brother said he should get the same, but he started fucking my face! Of course I tried to pull away! But then he told me how it wasn’t cheating because you’re of the same blood and how ‘big brothers’ have to ensure their little brothers’ girls know how to please. …Yeah, that’s how I got so good at head. You’re welcome. …Yeah, at least it’s only in the mouth. He never finishes in my pussy…”

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Too much green beer, I guess. St. Patrick’s Day might be over, but the morning after can still be celebrated!

“Honey, ohmygod, I’m so sorry.”

“I told you, Pop, I want this. I need it.”

“You can’t be serious. It’s wrong. It’s awful. I’m awful. I’m so sorry. Is it because we let you snuggle into our bed whenever you had nightmares, even into high school?”

“Silly Daddy, I haven’t remembered my dreams for years. The only nightmare I’ve had recently is the fear of not feeling you hard-on poking me in the morning. Speaking of…hello there. Let me just help you with that. Mmmm, it feels so good to be able to grasp this thing firmly. You know for years I’ve gotten such a nervous thrill, stroking it lightly over your shorts, begging you and Mommy not to wake.”

“Sto-, Sweetie, stop it. I’m sorry, this is wrong.”

“Oh Daddy, if you wanted me to stop you would stop me. Or…” she let go, looked down and a realistic crying quaver came into her voice, “…are you saying I’m not attractive? Is that it *sniff* am I too ugly, Daddy? Will anyone *sniff* ever want me? All my friends always say Mommy is a MILF, you know? But me, everyone calls me a leprechaun. Too short, too ginger, *sniff, am I an ugly duckling?”

“Oh no, Sweetie, you’re very attractive. Just as beautiful as your Mommy. More, even.”

*sniff* “You’re just saying that because I’m your little girl.”

“No, Baby, you’re a bombshell. Anyone who can’t see that is an idiot.”

“Do you *sniff* really think I’m hotter than Mommy?”

“You’re my little girl but even I can see that.” You reach out and hug her tight. Her large breasts press against you chest, nipples perky. She shakes a little from crying, not helping the sensation.

*sniff* “How so?”

“Well you have such beautiful, hair. More silky and unique than your Mommy’s brunette bleached blonde hair. Your eyes shine and surpass her dull brown. Your lips are fuller and pouty.” She kisses your collar bone…is she pressing her chest into you, intentionally trying to rub her nipples into yours? “…um- your boobs are very, uh, developed.”

“I’m glad you noticed.” Her voice sounds smoky and seductive. No hint of choked back tears. She looks up into your eyes. Hers aren’t puffy or red or wet. “All those years of wearing thin t-shirts around the house weren’t for nothing. Nor the bikinis or tight sweaters.” She grabs onto you again…down there. “I guess this thing couldn’t lie. You think your daughter is hot, Daddy? heehee”

“G-ah! Umm, I mean.”

“Shh, let your bombshell daughter take over, Daddy. I’ve worked so long for this. Leaning over you in loose tops, bending in short skirts. You looked, naughty Daddy. Now you can touch.”

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Crossdressing Caption – Persuasion

Of course when you got there you saw your frat brothers out on the lawn horsing around. Men sporting sundresses with chest hair sprouting where cleavage should have been. Big beards over slips, their junk tenting the smooth fabric and obviously not tucked thoroughly as you had. And certainly no one else had shaven their legs. They were parodies. No one came close to passing. Even though they’d all assured you there would be prizes for the most convincing getup.

Freaking out, you asked your girlfriend to pull away immediately before anyone saw you. She just took the keys, got out and started striding away, greeting your roommate loudly. Shit!

“Who’s your hot new frien-” your roomie started in, “Oh my god! Sam!?!? You’re smokin’! I can’t believe this worked- I mean, that your outfit is so good. The seniors need to see this!”

You were quickly ushered into the house – past many roving eyes, wolf whistles, and ass slaps – to the house elders. After much laughter and being made to twirl and bend over you were summarily declared the winner for the title “Queen Sissy”. Yay? Wait, the prize was to be the Party Hostess? You’d have to take everyone’s orders, drink and…otherwise. If everyone wasn’t pleased by the night’s end, you’d have to dress like this for a month!?

You looked to your girlfriend in panic. She just smirked and said in a sultry voice not to worry, that she’d teach you exactly how to please all the men. This was met with raucous approval.

“He’ll probably be so devastated that he’ll cry. Then I’ll crawl over, comfort him, and lick up the tears. Then I want you to start fucking me again from behind while I coo at him, telling him he’ll never get to fuck me again. But I’ll keep his Mother’s ring, thanks. If the bf puts up a fight, you can hurt him a little. Or a lot. Whatever it takes. xx”