AWWWWWW

I wish my mom had gr**med me. I was always so fascinated by her body, always imagining the two of us snuggling naked while I suckled her. I wish she’d seen it in my eyes and delicately broached the subject, falling more for me too as she “humored” my curiosity…

a mother grooming her daughter is such a wonderful thing, of course. the slippery slope as she justifies more and more intimate acts with her innocent, learning daughter is so beautiful. i hope you get what you deserve in one way or another, anon

Helga's Servant

Helga's carriage clattered to a halt outside the grand gates of her castle. The journey from the distant kingdom had been long, and the weight of her royal duties pressed heavily upon her shoulders. As she stepped out onto the cobblestone courtyard, her eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, searching for the one face that could ease her weariness.

"Princess Helga, your highness!" Amira's eager voice pierced through the air, and Helga's heart quickened in response. She turned to see her servant rushing forward, wide-eyed and breathless. The afternoon sun highlighted the contrast between Helga's pale complexion and Amira's rich, dark skin.

"Amira," Helga murmured with a hint of relief, reaching out to grasp Amira's hand for assistance getting down from her carriage. The warmth of Amira's touch steadied her, a silent promise of comfort. Without another word, Helga tugged on Amira's wrist and led her through the winding corridors of the castle, their footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls.

Arriving at the royal bath, Helga released Amira's hand and began to peel away the layers of her travel-worn outer-attire. Amira moved with practiced grace, setting about her task of drawing the bath. Steam rose from the water as it filled the ornate tub, perfumed oils swirling into delicate patterns on the surface.

"Undress me," Helga commanded softly, her voice carrying an undercurrent of impatience. Amira's fingers worked quickly, unfastening the intricate clasps and laces of Helga's remaining gown. The fabric fell away, revealing the princess's dainty and pallid form. Helga stepped into the bath, sighing as the warm water enveloped her.

Amira stood at the edge, waiting for permission to join her mistress. Helga's blue eyes flickered with a mixture of anticipation and authority. With a nod, she granted Amira access, and the servant undressed quickly, then slipped into the bath, positioning herself at Helga’s feet.

As Amira began washing Helga's soles, Helga kicked the sponge from her hand.

"Relieve me," Helga demanded, placing her milky white legs over Amira's dark shoulders. There was no hesitation in Amira's movements as she leaned forward, her full lips pressing tender kisses against Helga's lower belly and thighs. Each touch was imbued with a deep-seated devotion.

Helga's breath hitched, the sensation of Amira's lips on her sensitive skin sending shivers down her spine. Amira's ministrations were tender, almost worshipful, treating the princess's delicate alabaster flesh as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Helga closed her eyes, allowing herself to be lost in the sensations that Amira's touch invoked. The tension of the journey melted away, replaced by the mix of desire and fulfillment.

The warm water danced under Helga's porcelain skin as Amira's full, black lips trailed languidly along her inner thigh. Helga reveled in the contrast—the eager tongue serving her and the strong, calloused hands of a working woman caressing her delicate body. Each touch was electric, sending shocks of pleasure through her.

"Keep going," Helga murmured, her voice edged with a mix of command and need.

Amira's body began to ease into the ritual, her movements becoming more fluid, almost relaxed. Helga felt the shift and frowned. Without warning, she lightly kicked Amira's back with her heel.

"Sit up straight," Helga barked, her tone sharp. The servant instantly corrected her posture.

"Forgive me, Mistress," Amira whimpered, her eyes downcast but her hands never faltering in their worshipful task. One hand slid up Helga's torso, pausing just below her chest. The fingers splayed out, feeling the rhythmic thud of Helga's heartbeat beneath the pale flesh.

Able to judge the state of Helga's body, Amira pressed soft and slow kisses on the pink of Helga's vulva.

"Good girl," Helga breathed, her eyes closing again as she surrendered to the sensations. Amira pressed her palm firmly against Helga's chest, attuning herself to the rhythm of the princess's pulse. She moved with precision, bringing Helga to the very brink of ecstasy, then pulling back, hovering at the precipice.

"Come on," Helga finally gasped, her control slipping. "Now."

With her mistress's permission, Amira's lips wrapped around the rosy, pink center of her mistress, her tongue slipping between the folds and pleasing, lapping up the precious gift of this white woman’s arousal. Helga's breath quickened, her body tensing as the waves of release began to crash over her.

"Amira," she whispered one last time, her voice breaking. She squeezed her thighs around the servant's head and grabbed her hair, then succumbed entirely to the overwhelming flood of pleasure that her loyal servant so expertly delivered.

"You've done well," her voice still tinged with desire. "Clean up and attend to my chambers. I'll need you again later tonight."

fuck i just want to spend a whole night using a girl until she’s trembling and crying and begging me to stop cause she can’t take it anymore is that too much to ask

mommy gave me lotsa bruises yesterday n every time i look at them i get so wet. it's embarrassing how messy i am for her, i soaked through my boxers while riding my pillow n now i've got a dildo shoved in me n it feels sososo good. i cant stop fantasizing about her, shotgunning smoke into my mouth until im high enough for my silly brain to shut off- i don't need it when i'm with mommy anyway, she's here to take care of me!!- and putting me on her lap, letting me cockwarm her, thrusting up every so often just to "readjust" but really, she loves the sound my collar makes when the bell jingles and the way i try so hard not to moan, kissing me, hard, feeling me up and letting her hands linger wherever she likes, grabbing and slapping as she sees fit, still shotgunning smoke into my mouth, both of us getting higher and more desperate as the day goes on. maybe she gives in n breeds me, or maybe she reaches for a bottle of vodka she's bought just for me, pouring it into my mouth until im slurring my words, barely able to stand on my own, let alone run away when she takes out her knife and rapes me for the first time. she keeps funneling drinks down my throat and forcing me to take hits until i pass out, and i wake up full of cum, a dildo in each of my holes, tied up and gagged, my mommy laying next to me, waiting to show me the pictures she took while i was too fucked up to see straight.

or maybe she gives me something harder, some molly maybe, and breeds me over n over until there's no way im not pregnant.

mom that’s just a little too comfortable with her kid

“oh it’s alright sweetie, i can walk around like this i still have my underwear on”

mom that’s a little too touchy

mom that leaves the door open as she changes

mom that wants to shower with her kid

mom that gets into bed with her kid

“you can take off your underwear now sweetheart”

mom that takes off her clothes too and kisses and touches her kid in all her sensitive spots even as they struggle

“shh, don’t resist, this is what parents do with their children. be a good kiddo now and let mommy make you feel good”

they relax and let mommy touch them and rub her pussy on them, making them finger her, feel her, smell her, rub her until she cums~

give me a pen to join the 700 club

don’t u think i should be raped so hard my legs are left shaking from straining to stay upright? i would be good and stay put so you can finish. i may cry but all that matters is that you can cum.

love how open they are about it. 🙇🏿‍♂️

You should be honoured that I chose a worthless thing like you to assault. Go on. I'm serious. Fucking thank me for bringing value to your miserable excuse for a life.