Are you a real Cuck son /stepson who has a real hot mom ,  a MILF ?

Are you a Kun who has candid pictures of his mom and sexy poses? 

Are you a son who has real pictures of his biological mom, cooking cleaning, washing dishes, and skimpy clothes?

Let’s chat about your mom

Recently, I've been realizing how much I wish that I had a sister that I could fuck. Not someone pretending to be my sister, but my biological, flesh and blood, shared a womb twin sister.

Ideally, she would have longer hair and wear dresses and skirts, partly for easy access but mostly because I love feminine girls. In an ideal world, I would be able to call her my wife as well as my sister, but otherwise, we would act as though we were married behind closed doors.

Being inside her raw would be the only way for us because she would hate condoms as much as I do. And when it was time, I would bury myself as deep as I could go and cum inside of her. Every single time. I would plug her cunt with my cock for as long as possible, in between filling her up over and over again.

I'm an advocate of primal, so sometimes, we would head to the woods and I would have to chase her and catch her. And when I finally did, I would pin her to a tree or a rock or pull her to the ground and fuck all of my adrenaline into her, marking her as mine with my teeth while my cum paints her womb.

Eventually, with any luck, she would probably get pregnant and I would be very adamant that she walk around the house naked. I don't know if I would be able to stop fucking her at that point or warming my cock in her at every conceivable moment.

Of course, I would absolutely worship her body whenever we fucked, to make her womb more receptive to being bred. Kiss and lick every inch of her skin, suck her off until she's breathless and boneless in our bed, press against her g-spot with my fingers and cock. 

I’ve been setting with my biological sister. We’ve never actual met but I love sending her dick pics. Still working on convincing her to at least touch it

I had to endure many subway rides were a man's dick was nestled between the cheeks of my fat ass.On one occasion when I was a teen and was quite plump, and on my way to college, I was abused in a crowded subway. A perv got on the train and probably spotted me and moved in behind me. I had nowhere to go and he had me cornered against the train door. He had sweatpants on that had pockets. He had his hand in his pocket and the pocket lining was cut out so he could access his dick through the pocket (my friend educated me on how they do that). He was obviously jerking off and would stop every few seconds to hump against my ass. He was jerking off with his dick against my ass (his hardon was obvious through the sweatpants). After a few seconds I caught on but couldn't move.The man had pushed himself harder against me. There was no doubt now that I could feel his erection through the fabric of his sweatpants and my leggings.I could feel the heat and weight of the man's flesh through the lycra of my leggings. I could definitely feel his hard cock rubbing on my ass and then settling into the crevasse between my butt, rubbing on my leggings.The crowded train and the doorway offered me nowhere to go. My face turned a bright red as I was forced to accept my predicament. Shamefully I was getting wet. I couldn't help it. But I didn't want to. This wasn't right. This stranger was taking advantage. But what if I just let him...what if I just let him satiate himself against my fat ass? What if I allowed him to that? If he didn't put it inside me there was no harm no foul was there? He might get angry otherwise. He might try and rape...no! He wouldn't surely! Maybe just let him continue to do what he was doing? So-what if I was a little wet and shit scared?He grew bold as he saw I offered no resistance and placed his left hand on my left ass cheek and humped away against my ass with his dick in between my cheeks and then lowered his sweatpants just slightly and came all over my ass. He rubbed it into my ass with his dickhead and got off at the next stop leaving me molested and with a huge cum stain on my leggings.On my next stop I had to run to a washroom and wipe his cum from ass using a handkerchief. I did my walk of shame to the college. Anyone paying attention to my ass would know that my ass was cummed on. My entire day was traumatized but moreover I felt guilty for being wet by getting abused and molested.My therapist said that it's common and a biological response from my body to not get hurt from being assaulted (Although he never penetrated me)What I didn't tell her was that I went home traumatized and while undressing I saw the thick stain of my juices on my panties and although ashamed and guilty I became wet again. Then strangely out of nowhere I shamefully smelled my leggings, it was a stench of my sweat, my juices and his cum. I inhaled it by pressing my nose into it as I rubbed my clit roughly imagining the traumatizing event of the day. I started moaning and to gag myself I shoved the cum covered handkerchief in my mouth. Drooling and swallowing my saliva with my molesters cum. As if that was not enough I wore my leggings over my head pressing my nose on the places of cum stain and where his cock was. In my mind I was degrading and shaming myself, calling myself a whore, slut, cunt as all the feminism and my dignity was dripping out my cunt. I felt guilt and shame of how I am behaving and how I was wet during the molestation and it made me cum, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back in my head as my body convolusing violently. My body went limp and after a few minutes I gathered my strength to slowly pull off the leggings above my face and I saw myself in mirror beside my bed. I was naked lying face down, sweaty, handkerchief in my mouth, leggings stuffed over my head. Shame, regret and guilt filled me as I started to see the pictures of my friends and family on my dresser. With tears in my eyes I realized of what I have done and how lowly, Wanton and a filthy whore I am. I was ashamed of the person in mirror who didn't have any dignity, self respect and was lying like a piece of limp fuckmeat. And then I felt the tingle in my stupid cunt again and I started rubbing again feeling the mix of regret, shame, humiliation as I saw the stupid fuckmeat in the mirror along with my friends and family pictures. Gagging on the handkerchief I called her disgusting names as my reflection came like a bitch. Shamefully again I covered my face in leggings and I rubbed my shame on my molested leggings.That night I came 2 more times while degrading and abusing my cunt as moved from awake and sleep states. The next morning I woke up with tired body, sore mouth, sore cunt and reeking of the stench of my juices, sweat and his cum.

Nothing makes me harder than the thought of breaking a FTM slut. Even top and bottom surgery done, the thought of fucking them into a cock drunken state where they realise that they should’ve stayed a women and de transition. Catching a stranger out a discovering they are a biological women and fuck the sense into them 

My real biological mothers pussy. She's 50. I came out of that same pussy. I cum to it everyday 

Me (M27) and my real biological mother(F50) are staying at a hotel. She's in the bed next to me. She has a spaghetti strap shirt on with no bra on. I look at her bc she made a noise while she's sleeping. I stg her entire boob is just hanging out of her shirt. Like I see her whole tiddie and her nipple. I can't stop staring at it. Her nipple is so puffy and so pink.  I'm gonna look at long as I can. I'm stroking my dick right next to my mommy while I stare at her boob.ive never been this hard before. Im in love. Her tiddie is so pretty. I'm on top of my covers and I took off my pants and boxers. I'm slowly stroking my dick to mommy. I don't care if she wakes up I'm kinda wanting her to catch me. She'll see my long big dick. She might like it. I doubt it but I can't help it. She's so hot. I love you mommy. I think I'm gonna risk it and cum on her. Hopefully she stays asleep but I need to cum somewhere on her. I can't believe my moms entire boob fell out of her shirt. 

It's natural, it's your biological purpose.... Don't fight it.....

Why are we so attracted to big tits and fat asses? They are literally just areas of fat, but they're hot as fuck. Purely biological for reproductive purposes?

Where's a biological female fuck hole in Fargo?

I have cheated on my fiancee.

I am in my late 30s, successful career, and I have been engaged to him for seven years now. We both agreed to take our careers to the next level, before getting married, but enough is enough. He is still loving, our sex is great, and I do not feel unsatisfied sexually, even though I am not sure how truthful that is, since I am here. But, he just stopped talking about marriage, and everything that goes with it, and those things might not be as important for a man, but as a woman, I feel my biological clock ticking.

I have this colleague, he is not working in my office, but I know him from our college days, and the nature of our work brings our paths together often. We even had a kind of a fling in college, which ended up in fooling around on few occasions, and him giving me head, and me not reciprocating in orderly fashion (I did give him a handjob once or twice), but when our paths crossed again, he was a different man. From shy, awkward kid from the countryside, he became this confident, good looking man, who does everything right - you can see he is working out, his fashion taste is on point, and he charms his way through life, seducing everything and everyone around him. To sum it up, he is a player, a married player.

So, for years, he has, in a charming way, hinted that he would love me to "return him a favor", something like that, even when we are in a group. When asked what kind of favor, he would smirk and answer - something work related.

If I am being honest to myself, it did cross my mind, not the return of the favor per se, but, it has crossed my mind how he looks good, how I understand what other women see in him, but not me, not me.

So, we had this pre-Christmas guild association party, we have every year, and he was there, as all the others from his office, as well as from mine. As the night progressed, he approached me, and, in retrospect, I could swear he felt weakness in me, I cant explain it in any other way.

He was complimenting me, how I look stunning, how my dress is perfect, even though, other women my age would have problems to pull off something that tight, but not me, not with my figure. He was touching my shoulder, casually, while we were laughing to his jokes (I was laughing genuinely, he is a funny guy), told me my hair looks amazing, and that he was always a sucker for brunettes. I wanted to be cheeky, and replied - why did you marry a blonde then?

"I have married her, but I still think about you, and your debt, whenever I am alone with my thoughts."

I blushed, and got really confused. Before I could react, he took me by the hand and told me, he has something to show me.

He took me to an empty office, and locked the door. I wanted him to take me.

But he didnt, not in that way. He kissed me, and gently pressured my shoulders down. A moment later, I was on my knees, with him inside my mouth. It was different, from anything I have ever experienced. He was rough, pulled my hair, started thrusting all the way in, which was unpleasant, called me names. No one has ever treated me like that. I hated it, but at the same time, I was soaking wet, wanted him to take me, waiting for him to get me up, and just fuck me.

Instead, he continued, and not long after, came on my face. He gave me his handkerchief, and pinched me on my cheek.

"Lets get back, before people start asking questions"

I came back home, ashamed, oh, so ashamed. I still look at my fiancees eyes. It was a mistake, a big one.

But two things still haunt me.

First, I have never been that horny, like I was during that thing.

Second, I cannot stop thinking about it, thus, this confession. And when I do, I feel disgust and excitement, at the same time.