Boyfriend next door 7 3.3 (17)

Posted on June 2, 2025 by riwa

It didn’t take long to find out what kind of breath-hold this was going to be. I thought I was going to get my cock sucked again. But that’s not what happened.

This time, Mrs. K wrapped her thighs around my head. Then she mashed her slit against my mouth. That was about all I saw,

I used my tongue the best I could. It was shamefully arousing to be forced to lick pleasure into her sweet box. Then I wondered about my mother.

Was she getting licked out by my girlfriend? Was she looking over at us, watching her next-door neighbor getting eaten out by her son? The idea made me incredibly embarrassed. It also made me shamefully hard.

I don’t know how long we were submerged like that. All I know is that I was kept down until my lungs started to heave as I bubbled into her pussy. That’s when I wondered if they were going to drown us.

Mrs. K finally climbed off and helped me to the surface, being as how my lungs were empty. Mom and Kristin had just reached the surface as well. They were panting loudly, trying to get their breath back.

“I knew it was time for them to enjoy us!” my girlfriend happily blurted out. “How’d I do, Natalie?”

“You were great, honey,” mom replied cheerfully.

Kristin then turned toward her mother. “Mom, how did Jason do?”

“Jason was wonderful, honey.”

“I knew he would be!” I just blushed at my girlfriend’s words.

I got even more embarrassed when Mom and Mrs. K switched places. Mom gave me a lustful grin as she came over and grabbed me. She panted, “I’m really looking forward to this, honey.” Kristin just blurted out, “That’s going to be so hot, Natalie!”

Mrs. K called out, “I’m gonna count us down now.” Kristin began inhaling deeply. So I took deep breaths while looking questioningly at my mother, wondering if this was really going to happen.

I heard “Three… two… one!” I inhaled deeply as mom submerged me. She took me right to the bottom as Mrs. K took her daughter down as well.

I looked over to see Kristin’s mother climb onto her shoulders. Then she grabbed her head and really began humping her face. A moment later, Mom climbed onto my shoulders and did the exact same thing to me.

Her legs hung down my back as she pushed her slit against my mouth. Then I felt her grab the back of my head as she humped me. What else could I do?

I was shamefully aroused as I began licking. It didn’t take long until mom responded by writhing and bubbling. She humped my face pretty good.

I heard bubbly groans coming over from Mrs. K and Kristin. Then mom really humped my face. I bubbled as I dutifully tried to use my tongue to fuck her hole, only to hear her start to moan and groan.

I could not get my cock to soften as I tongue-fucked my own mother. She acted like she was really getting into it. I’m not sure what was more of a shock: tonguing my own mother, or the fact she seemed to be enjoying it.

Again, I lost track of time as I focused on the task at hand. Mom groaned as she humped my tongue. Next to us, Mrs. K was really making bubbly sounds of pleasure.

My lungs started to heave until I began to panic. What if mom drowned me? Worse, what if everyone wanted to watch her drown me??

She finally climbed off and helped haul me back to the surface. Kristin and Mrs. K came up a couple seconds later. “We won!” my girlfriend blurted out as she loudly panted for breath.

Mr. K was nearby the entire time. In fact, he hadn’t once interfered. But he had a smile on his face as though he’d enjoyed watching the festivities.

Mrs. K waved him closer. Then she said, “Natalie, would you mind sitting this one out?”

Mom got a big grin on her face. “Not at all, Steph.” That’s when I got a little concerned.

I was relieved when Mrs. K came over to me. “I’m looking forward to that tongue of yours again, Jason.”

“And I’m looking forward to daddy’s dick!” Kristin grinned at him as her father got ahold of her.

Mrs. K warned us to take long, deep breaths. Then she counted us down. That’s when I inhaled as much air as I could.

We all went down together. Even mom submerged to watch. It was embarrassing knowing she was going to watch her next door neighbor get eaten out by her son again.

I watched as Mr. K grabbed his daughter’s head. Then he forced his cock between her lips. Mom’s eyes lit up as she looked over at them.

I didn’t see too much after that as Mrs. K climbed my shoulders again before pressing her crotch against my lips. I dutifully tongued her juicy twat as she humped my face. Once again, my cock got shamefully hard.

I heard my girlfriend grunt each time her father thrust into her. Mrs. K moaned and groaned as I licked and tongued her. I could only wonder what mom was thinking as she watched all the action below the surface.

Mrs. K got even more excited. She grabbed the back of my head and held me tight against her crotch. My bubbles came out and tickled her nub, causing her to wriggle and squirm as she pressed hard against my mouth.

We were down for quite a while until I felt my lungs begin to spasm. Once more, I became concerned Kristin’s parents might drown us while my mom was watching. Was that the kind of birthday present she was hoping for? Was that why she’d wanted me to come over with her tonight?

Mrs. K finally came up off me before pulling me back to the surface. Kristin and her father were already topside, panting loudly. I came up gasping for breath and panting like crazy.

Mom was already topside, panting quietly as she looked at us all. Kristin saw her and blurted out, “What do you think, Natalie? Pretty hot; wasn’t it?”

My mother nodded with a smile as she replied, “It was pretty exciting, all right.”

“Then you’re gonna LOVE watching daddy fuck Jason’s face as he holds his breath while I hold mine and lick mom! Aren’t you?”

I gulped and blushed. What embarrassed me even more was when my mother replied, “Honey, I’m really looking forward to it.”

I looked over at mom in shock as Mr. K came over to me, a big grin on his face. Judging by her expression, my mother was really looking forward to watching me suck his dick. I couldn’t believe it!

Mrs. K had Kristin in her grasp as she smiled at her husband. “Ready for a little oral pleasure on bondage night, honey?”

“I sure am,” he replied as he looked right at me.

I must have looked alarmed as I glanced over at mom and then back at Mr. K. He smiled before warning me, “Make sure you get a really good breath, Jason.”

“Hunh – unh! Mom and I are going to BEAT you guys!” Kristin seemed incredibly enthusiastic.

Mrs. K counted us down. I got a deep breath just in time. Then Mr. K pulled me down.

I got a good look over at Mrs. K straddling her daughter’s head and then humping her face. Then I got a good look at a cock that quickly pressed up against my lips. Mom was right there watching us, up close and much too personal.

I opened my mouth and he slid his way in. I immediately started taking the initiative by sucking him. I wasn’t sure I wanted him fucking my throat.

I did the best I could, taking him deep and then almost coming off. I gave it to him nice and slow before bobbing on it as he held me in place. At least he didn’t ram it down my throat.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw mom closely watching us. She bubbled excitedly as she touched herself. Occasionally she glanced over at Mrs. K and Kristin to see what was going on over there. But most of the time, she had her eyes on me as I bobbed and sucked, bubbles leaking out around the cock in my mouth.

Mr. K thrust nice and slow. At least he was gentle… for now. I made my cheeks go all concave for him as I tried to pleasure him.

I heard a bubbly “Oooooo.” My mother was right there, watching every time I took him deep. She looked like she was all turned on watching me suck cock.

Mr. K turned and smiled at my mom, a few bubbles coming out of his mouth. Then he grasped onto my head. That’s when he started thrusting a little faster.

I grunted as he pushed deeper into my mouth. I heard my mother moan excitedly. Then he started thrusting even harder.

I gagged up bubbles as he hit the back of my throat. That’s when I heard a bubbly, “Oooooo, fuck!” I took a quick glance over to see Mom bubbling as she aggressively mauled her breasts with one hand. Meanwhile, she was furiously fingering herself with the other.

I heard grunts and moans as Kristin bubbled into her mother’s crotch. That’s when Mrs. K turned and looked over at us. I heard her bubble, “So fucking hot!”

I did the best I could as Mr. K fucked my mouth harder. It was humiliating beyond belief, knowing everyone was watching me except Kristin, whose face was still buried in her mother’s muff. There were grunts, groans and bubbles, especially coming from my own mother as she watched me like a hawk.

I don’t know how long we were under. My limits were pushed until I was spewing out bubbles around the cock between my lips. I was sure Mr. K was going to drown me before he finally pulled out of my mouth and hauled me back up.

Kristin was already up at the surface panting like crazy when I came up. She gasped, “How was he, daddy?”

“Just fine, honey.”

“Does he suck like I suck?”

“Not bad.”

Mrs. K smiled as she asked my mom, “Natalie, what do you think? You said you wanted to see Mark fuck Jason’s mouth on your birthday. How was it?”

I was surprised to hear that. I was even more shocked when my mother replied, “Incredibly hot, Steph. It was worth it. I think I had a little orgasm down there while I was watching them.”

“Bondage night is always a fun night!” Kristin gasped enthusiastically.

“I can see why” was mom’s amused reply.

Kristin suddenly turned toward her mother and asked, “You’re going to make it fair tonight; aren’t you, mom?”

My mother became confused before asking our hostess, “Make it fair, Steph? What does that mean?”

“Of course I am,” Mrs. K told her daughter with a smile.

She allowed Kristin to tread water as she swam over to the edge of the pool. I saw her reach out and grab something. It was a black-looking dick with a strap attached.

I went pale as I watched Mrs. K submerge long enough to strap it on and secure it. Then she came back over to her daughter, helping to keep her up at the surface. “Cool!” Kristin blurted out. “Now it’ll be a fair competition!”

Mrs. K suddenly left her daughter and came over to me. She grabbed me as Mr. K went over to his daughter. Then Mrs. K turned toward my mother and gave her a lustful smile.

“You don’t mind watching a little while longer; do you, Natalie?”

“Gawd, no!” My mother breathed rapturously. “You’ve really got me looking forward to this!”

“This is gonna be SOO hot!” Kristin gasped excitedly. “Fuck his face really good, mom!”

Mrs. K smiled at me as she caressed my face. She was looking right at me as she told her daughter, “Honey, I’m planning on it.” I gulped as I got the shivers something fierce.

My cock was stiff as a board. Then my mother declared she would count us down. That’s when we all started taking long, deep breaths.

I heard, “One… two…” and at “…three!” I took a deep breath. Everyone inhaled deeply. Then Mrs. K pulled me down toward the bottom of the pool as the others came down with us…

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Suicidal handjobs 3.7 (24)

Posted on June 2, 2025 by riwa

My mother is an executive at a big company. She oversees a lot of people. But I didn’t discover until recently that she has a dark side.

On Monday night I had a question about my girlfriend Lupe. I sensed she was about to break up with me. She was a wild one, whereas I was much more conservative. I wanted to see if mom had any thoughts on how I might be able to keep her as a girlfriend.

I could not find mom anywhere in the house. The last place I looked was her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and I heard a buzzing sound.

I pushed it open a little more and looked inside. I was about to call out to her when what I saw made me clamp my lips shut in astonishment. Mom had a bottle of rum on the bedside table.

She was drinking again, which wasn’t all that unusual. But what was unusual was the way she was sitting on the side of the bed completely naked. She had some sort of thing in her hand with an electrical cord. It was something she was using between her legs.

Her laptop was open on the cosmetics table. It looked like she was recording herself. But that’s not what shocked me.

She had this .32 revolver in her left hand. It was cocked and ready to fire. And she had it pointed right at the side of her head!

Mom grunted and moaned as though she was drunk or something. I recognized the sounds from the many times she’d had sex with dad before the divorce. What the hell was she doing??

I stared incredulously. Then I turned and rushed back to my bedroom. I didn’t know what the hell to do!

Was mom suicidal? She hadn’t said a thing to me about how difficult work might be. Maybe it was because she was drinking heavily.

I thought about calling Lupe. But she’d already made it clear she was seeing someone else now. Who could I talk to about this?

All that night I couldn’t sleep. I kept dreaming of seeing mom holding that .32 to her head. Strangely it made my cock hard.

—

The next day mom got up and went to work. But she forgot and left her laptop behind. I knew she’d been recording herself, and I wanted to see the file she’d recorded from the night before.

I opened her laptop and found a folder called “guns and suicide” There were a bunch of files in it. I went back to my room, got a flash drive and downloaded them so I could look at them later. Then I went to school.

During the day I saw Lupe with one of the jocks at school. She didn’t pay any attention to me. I figured that meant our relationship was definitely over. But that’s not what made me want to hurry home from school.

When the last bell rang I rushed home and went right to my bedroom. I downloaded the files from the flash drive onto my computer. Then I pulled one up.

It showed a clip of mom with that .32 in her hand. Only this time she had it jammed into her pussy. It was as though she was masturbating with it.

I was shocked. I had no idea mom played with guns like that. It made me look at her in a whole new light.

I saw another video of mom drinking with a hunting rifle wedged between her legs. She had it pointed up at her skull as she masturbated. It looked like she wanted to make herself cum before she blew her brains out!

I went through several more clips. I found the one from the night before. Mom had some sort of electrical vibrating wand in her crotch. And she was sucking on the barrel of the .32 as though she wanted to blow her brains out! What a fucking slut!!

As I went through the clips I experienced a shameful arousal. My cock got hard in my pants. I finally had to take it out and stroke myself.

I heard the front door, followed by mom calling my name. I quickly pulled my pants back up and turned off my computer. Then I went out to greet her as though I’d seen nothing.

Mom asked how my day was. I told her I had broken up with Lupe. She said that was a shame as she thought Lupe was a nice girl. I told her Lupe was wild and crazy and that I had probably become too boring for her.

After supper mom went to her bedroom. It wasn’t long until I heard a familiar buzzing sound. So I went to take a peek.

Mom was drinking again. She was also naked and was once more using the wand in her crotch. This time she had a 9mm in her hand and was playing with it. I had no idea she had so many guns in the house!

I couldn’t help standing there watching her. It wasn’t long before my cock got hard in my pants. Mom vibrated herself harder as she sucked on the barrel of her 9mm as though she was sucking on a cock.

All of the sudden mom stiffened as she started to cry out. A moment later I saw her pull the trigger. There was a distinct “click”.

I couldn’t believe it! Mom had actually pulled the fucking trigger! It was a good thing there wasn’t a live round in the chamber.

By this time I had a raging hard-on. I rushed to my room and closed the door. Then I pulled out my cock and quickly stroked it. It took no time at all before I spurted all over the bed.

I panted quietly as I felt a mixture of shame and arousal. Damn! My mother was one sick cunt!

For the rest of the night I watched the clips mom had made of herself. I found a few where she actually pulled the trigger while she was edging. Naturally the gun never went off.

I found one clip of mom holding the 9mm in her cunt while sucking on the barrel of the .32. She writhed and moaned as though she wanted to blow herself away. I was so aroused, especially at seeing mom naked, that I stroked and creamed myself a couple more times before I finally shut off my computer and went to bed.

—

The next morning I got up and went to school as before. It was Wednesday, the middle of the week. But my mind was reeling. I didn’t know who to talk to about my sick fuck of a mother.

I wanted to say something to Lupe. But she was ignoring me now. That muscle-bound jock seemed to have her undivided attention.

I went home after school and pulled up those clips again on my computer. This time I didn’t hear mom come in the front door. I was so distracted that I didn’t even hear her open the door to my bedroom…

“Supper, honey.”

I frantically turned off my monitor. “Mom, you scared me half to death! Next time knock, ok?”

“I didn’t know a mother had to knock on her son’s door. Next time I’ll try to remember.”

She stood there for a long moment, looking at me kind of funny. Then she left to go put supper on the table. I started to panic, wondering how much she’d seen of what I was watching.

Supper was quiet; we hardly spoke to each other. I helped mom with the dishes. Then I went to my bedroom, making sure the door was closed.

After a while I got to wondering if she was in her bedroom playing with her guns again. The whole idea made me hard as a rock. So I got up and left my bedroom.

I went down the hall to mom’s room. To my surprise her bedroom door was open wider. When I looked inside I saw she was drinking again. And she had the .32 out.

This time I could hear her saying something. She was looking right at a mirror as she played with herself. And she was talking to it…

“…what do you think, honey? Your mother is one sick fuck, isn’t that right? Would you like to see your mother blow a hole in her filthy cunt?”

She pushed the barrel of the .32 into her pussy. I could tell how wet she was because I heard squishing noises as she fucked herself. Then she drunkenly told the mirror, “Should I do it, honey? Should I blow a hole in my filthy cunt? Or would you like to watch your sick mother blow a hole in her fucking head?”

She pulled the gun out of her pussy and put it in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked on the barrel. Then she pulled it back out.

“What do you think, honey? Should I blow a hole out of the back of my fucking head? Should your sick mother blow her fucking brains out?”

My cock was rock hard; I was uncomfortable standing there. Mom was speaking as though she was talking to me and not that mirror. “Should I do it, honey? Will you cum if I blow my fucking brains out? Are you going to cum all over the place when this sick cunt puts a hole in her fucking head?”

That did it. I rushed back to my bedroom. Then I pulled down my pants, jerked out my meat and shot a load all over the floor.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the night. But I kept getting mental images of mom playing with her guns. I found myself wondering what it would look like if one night she might actually blow her brains out.

—

Thursday morning I went to school like I usually did. But all I could think about was my sick mother blowing her fucking brains out. I had a raging hard-on all day long.

Thursday evening was more of the same once I got home from school. After supper mom excused herself and went to her bedroom. But she left the door wide open as though making sure I could hear everything that was going on.

I went to the door and peeked inside. Mom was using the wand again. She was also drinking and was edging while holding the 9mm in her hand.

She looked at the mirror and drunkenly asked, “Are you hard, honey? Want to watch your sick fuck of a mother blow her fucking brains out? Would that make you cum, honey? Are you going to cum watching this sick cunt blow her fucking brains out?”

She really edged herself as she sucked on the barrel of the 9mm. I got hard all over again. I accidentally touched the door and made it creak a little.

She paused, but she didn’t even look in my direction. There was this crazy smile on her face though. I heard her drunkenly pant, “Honey, I want you to cum all over me as I blow my fucking brains out all over this bed!”

I stood there frozen in place as she edged with the wand. Then she held the barrel of the 9mm to the side of her head. “Want me to do it, honey? Tell me and this sick cunt will blow her fucking brains out for you.”

I held my breath as I watched incredulously. Then mom pulled the trigger. There was this very distinct “CLICK”.

I rushed to my bedroom. I pulled down my pants and whipped my cock out. I had barely stroked it before I was cumming all over the floor.

That night I had dreams about mom blowing her brains out. Every time she pulled the trigger my hard cock spurted. It was a fitful, restless evening, and I ended up making a mess of the bed.

—

The next morning mom woke me up. “Don’t be late for school, honey. Make sure you come right home, ok? After supper mommy’s got a nice surprise for you.”

I stared incredulously. What the hell did she mean by that? Was she going to blow her brains out for real? Was she going to invite me into the bedroom to watch??

That whole day while I was at school my mind was on my mother and her crazy gun fetish. What was she going to do when I got home? Was she going to invite me in to watch? Was she going to blow her fucking brains out?

That afternoon I walked around the halls as though in a daze. Lupe saw me and casually asked, “What the hell is wrong with you? You look like you’re in a state of shock!”

I didn’t know what to tell her. After all, I knew she really didn’t care about me anymore. Besides, she needed to hurry to catch up to that jock she was seeing.

I looked at her and shook my head. I told her, “After dinner tonight my mother is going to blow her brains out. I think she wants me to watch while I’m stroking my dick. Then she wants me to cum all over her when she pulls the trigger.”

Lupe let out a loud guffaw. She thought that was funny as hell. Then she looked at me curiously.

“Wait a minute. Are you serious??” I just nodded my head.

“Your mother would never do that, would she? Luis, you must be joking.”

“No I’m not, Lupe. Every night my mom gets drunk and plays with herself. She has these guns and pretends to shoot herself in the head.”

“How do you know she wants you to watch?”

“She leaves the door to the bedroom wide open. And she talks to a mirror as though I’m standing right in front of her. Mom’s made several video clips that show her edging and threatening to blow her brains out. I’ve seen them. Now she acts like she wants me to watch her shoot herself in the head and then cum all over her when it happens. I tell you, Lupe; my mother is one sick fuck!”

Lupe was incredulous. “Sonuvabitch!” she gasped. Then she looked all around.

She leaned close and whispered. “Wait right here. Don’t go anywhere!” Then she took off in the opposite direction.

I waited until she returned about five minutes later. “We can go now, Luis.”

“’We can go’?” I repeated in confusion. “Go where? What about that jock you’re seeing? What about Diego?”

“I told him my mom is sick and I’ve got to go take care of her. I told him I’d see him tomorrow. C’mon, Luis; let’s get out of here!”

“Get out of here and go where?”

“To your home, you idiot! You said your mom’s going to blow her brains out tonight, right?”

“I don’t know… maybe.”

“If she does then I want to be there! I want to watch that sick fuck blow her fucking brains out! This sounds way better than anything Diego would be able to come up with on a Friday night. C’mon; let’s go! Besides, I want to see those clips you talked about!”

I was surprised she wanted to go home with me. I guess she really wanted to watch my mom put a bullet in her brain. But maybe I shouldn’t have been so shocked.

Lupe always was kind of crazy. It dawned on me this was just the kind of thrill she craved. Now that we were walking home together she acted as though we had never broken up.

There was a new fire in her eyes. I thought it odd. Was it because she really wanted to watch my slut of a mother blow her brains out?

When we got home we went directly to my bedroom. I pulled up mom’s sick clips on the computer. Then I started playing them one by one.

At first Lupe was shocked. Then she got all turned on. “That is so fucking hot!” she panted breathlessly.

We watched one clip of mom edging while using the rifle. Lupe moved my chair so it was facing sideways to the computer monitor. Then she got down on her knees.

She sucked my cock as together we glanced over and watched my sick cunt of a mother get drunk and play with herself with her guns. Lupe even masturbated while watching the clip. The whole damned thing was crazy.

I finally came in Lupe’s mouth during the clip where mom fucked her cunt with the 9mm while sucking on the barrel of a snub-nosed .38. Lupe fingered herself the entire time. It’s amazing how turned on she was watching my mother’s videos.

We watched a different clip of mom with her .32. After edging to the point of orgasm, mom pressed the barrel against the side of her head and pulled the trigger. The gun didn’t fire, but Lupe actually shuddered in orgasm.

We watched a few more videos. After a while Lupe sat in my lap impaled on my dick as the two of us watched more clips. In one particular video my sick mother threatened to blow her head off with a shotgun.

We were both aroused when I played another clip of mom edging with the 9mm. She put the barrel into her mouth as she edged with the vibrating wand. Then she pulled the trigger.

There was that familiar “click” of the hammer hitting an empty chamber. But that didn’t seem to matter. I pumped a huge load up Lupe’s cunt as the crazy bitch came all over my dick.

All of the sudden there was a quiet knock on the door. I hollered, “Just a minute, mom!” Then we both hurried to get dressed.

On the other side of the door we heard… “It’s ok, honey. I just wanted you to know that supper is ready. Lupe can stay and eat with us if she wants.”

I looked at Lupe in shock. She looked at me as though she couldn’t believe it either! Had mom quietly opened the door and seen us in here fucking each other while watching her clips?? I hadn’t heard a thing!

We went out to the dining room for supper, both of us looking guilty as hell. We were more than a little embarrassed. Mom acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. She even told Lupe it was nice to have her back in our house again.

After the meal we sat around in the living room. Mom pulled out a bottle of rum and started drinking. Then she looked at the two of us and smiled. “Would you two like to see what I’ve got all set up in the bedroom?”

Lupe was never one to beat around the bush. She didn’t know how to be subtle either. She came right out and said, “Luis tells me you’re one sick cunt, Miss Velasquez. He says you’re going to blow your fucking brains out tonight and that you want him to cum all over your naked body as you pull the trigger. Is that right?”

For a minute I thought mom was going to blow a gasket. Instead she just smiled. Then she asked, “Would you like to watch? Is that why you’re here, Lupe? Do you want to watch me blow my fucking brains out? Maybe you do. After all, I saw you watching my clips in Luis’ room.”

I was horrified. “Mom, you saw??” She nodded as she giggled drunkenly.

Lupe couldn’t believe what was going on. “You are one sick cunt, Miss Velasquez! Are you really going to blow your fucking brains out?”

Mom giggled drunkenly. Then she asked, “Want to come into my bedroom and find out?”

“You’re damned right I do! C’mon, Luis! Let’s go watch your sick cunt of a mother blow her fucking brains out! It’ll be the most exciting Friday night I’ve had in a long, long time!”

Mom stood up with her bottle in hand. She waved for us to follow her. Then we all headed off to her bedroom.

Once we were inside she proceeded to get undressed right in front of us. Mom wasn’t ashamed of being naked or anything. She slipped out of all her clothes until she wasn’t wearing a thing. Mom has huge tits with these big, brown nipples.

Lupe looked at me and shook her head. “Your mom is one sick cunt, Luis!”

Mom just smiled at her. Then she told us, “Well? Are you two going to get naked for me or not? This sick cunt wants to see her son’s cock cum all over her as she puts a hole in her fucking head.”

“I’m in!” Lupe declared as she started to undress. I was really embarrassed. But my cock was rock hard and needed to be released from its confinement.

Mom took another drink out of the bottle. Then she fetched her wand and her .32 revolver. She showed it to the both of us so we could see it was real.

She plugged in the wand and then stuck it in her crotch. Lupe stood there watching incredulously. Then my former girlfriend started groping and fondling her boobs as though she was really turned on at the thought my mom might actually go through with it.

Mom touched herself all over. Then she picked up the .32 and put the barrel into her mouth. My cock was stiff; I couldn’t help stroking myself.

“Is it loaded?” Lupe asked with growing excitement.

Mom pulled it out of her mouth. Then she drunkenly pointed it at Lupe. “Want to find out?”

My former girlfriend stiffened in alarm. Mom giggled at her sick joke. Then she pressed the barrel to the side of her head.

Lupe stared incredulously. “Are you really going to do it, Miss Velasquez? Do it; I won’t stop you! Fucking do it, you sick cunt!”

Mom pulled the hammer back. Lupe panted for breath as she furiously rubbed her crotch. I was stroking like crazy.

“FUCKING DO IT!” Lupe cried out.

Mom pulled the trigger. The hammer landed on an empty chamber. My cock went off in my hand. For a moment there I was sure she had loaded it.

“FUCK!” Lupe gasped disappointedly. “I thought you loaded it! You’re nothing but a fake and a fraud, Miss Velasquez! You are one sick cunt; you know that??”

Mom got up from the bed with a drunken smile on her face. She walked over to a dresser with two smaller drawers up in the top. She opened one, reached inside and pulled out a bullet.

She smiled at Lupe as she chambered the round. Then she gave the cylinder a spin. There was no way of knowing which chamber it was in.

She brought a chair over right to the end of the bed. She had me sit down in it until my knees were touching the mattress. Then she sat down and faced me, putting the vibrating wand between her legs so it was vibrating her crotch.

She reached out and took my cock in her hand. Then she started stroking it. At the same time she pressed the barrel of the .32 to the side of her head.

“Fucking hell!” Lupe gasped. “Is it really loaded now??”

Mom smiled at her as she stroked my cock. I don’t know why I was so fucking hard again. The whole damned thing was insane.

“You’re really going to do it??” Lupe asked incredulously. Mom removed the gun from the side of her head. Then she put the barrel into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe it! Was mom really going to pull the trigger? Was she really going to shoot herself??

“I don’t believe it!” Lupe gasped as she goaded her. “You haven’t got the guts! C’mon, Miss Velasquez; do it! Blow your fucking brains out! Blow a hole out the back of your fucking head!”

We watched breathlessly as mom pulled the hammer back. She moaned as she sucked on the barrel in her mouth. Lupe eagerly rubbed her crotch as mom stroked my dick. The wand buzzed wedged up against her crotch the entire time.

“DO IT, YOU SICK FUCK! BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!” For a moment I thought Lupe was just as crazy as my mother, especially for wanting to see her shoot herself.

I watched in astonishment as mom pulled the trigger. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. For some reason I breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s not loaded!” Lupe challenged. “You didn’t put anything in there at all, did you? It’s a trick… either that or you put a blank in there. Am I right?”

In response mom checked the revolver. She carefully rotated the cylinder. Then she pointed the gun up at the ceiling, pulled the hammer back and fired.

The shot wasn’t very loud. But it made Lupe and I jump just the same. Bits of plaster trickled down from the ceiling.

Lupe’s eyes opened wide in amazement. “You mean the damned thing was loaded after all?? You could have killed yourself! Miss Velasquez, you are one sick FUCK!”

Mom smiled as she got up and went over to the dresser. She opened the drawer, reached in and pulled out another round. Then she chambered it before giving the cylinder a spin.

She came over and sat back down on the bed as before, even putting the vibrating wand back between her legs. Once more she began stroking my cock. But she looked at Lupe the whole time as though daring her to say anything.

“Is it loaded?” Lupe asked breathlessly. “Is it fucking loaded?? Are you going to try again, Miss Velasquez?? Ohmygawd! You are one… sick… FUCK!”

Mom wedged the vibrator tight against her crotch. Then she stroked my cock as she pressed the barrel to the side of her head. She moaned and panted as though she was aroused as hell. Her nipples were hard and protruding.

My cock was hard in her grasp as she stroked me. Next to me Lupe was touching herself all over. She looked like she was delirious. All she cared about was seeing my mom put a bullet in her brain…

“Do it, Miss Velasquez! Do it, you sick fuck! Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Mom really stroked me as she pulled the hammer back. Lupe furiously fingered herself. “DO IT, BITCH! PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER! LET’S SEE IF IT’S LOADED OR NOT!”

Mom looked at Lupe for a long moment. Then she eyed me lustfully as she stroked my dick. “Shall I do it, honey?”

“Tell her, Luis! Tell her to blow her fucking brains out! TELL HER!” Lupe really wanted mom to pull the trigger.

“Shall I do it, honey? Shall I pull the trigger? Will you cum all over me if I pull the trigger?”

“Tell her, Luis!! Tell her to do it!”

Mom eagerly stroked me. Lupe kept goading me. I finally confessed the unthinkable…

“Yes, mom. I want you to do it.”

“Really, son? Do you want your sick cunt of a mother to blow her fucking brains out?”

“TELL HER, LUIS! TELL HER! FUCK; I WANT TO WATCH HER BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT! YOU DO TOO; I KNOW YOU DO!”

“Is that true, honey? Do you want me to blow my brains out?” She was really stroking me. I was going to cum either way.

“Yes, mom,” I panted shamefully. “I want you to do it.”

“TELL THE SICK CUNT TO BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT!”

I looked at Lupe, amazed she could be so cruel and callous. But she was right. Shamefully it’s what I wanted.

“TELL HER, LUIS! TELL HER TO BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT, YOU MORON!”

“Do it, mom!” I panted breathlessly. “Blow your fucking brains out for me!”

Mom smiled as she pulled the trigger…

…click…

It didn’t matter whether or not the gun fired. I shot a load all over her naked chest, stomach and legs. Mom seemed to love feeling my cream splatter all over her naked body.

“Fuck!” Lupe gasped. “The cunt fucking did it! Too bad it was an empty chamber.”

Mom looked at her before patting the bed right next to her. Lupe sat down close to her. Mom motioned for her to reach out and grab my cock.

Lupe was more than agreeable… “Hell yeah, Miss Velasquez! I’ll sit next to you and stroke Luis’ dick as you blow your fucking brains out!”

Mom smiled as she shook her head. She took the gun and gave the cylinder a spin. Then she handed it over to her.

Lupe looked at it incredulously. For a second she jerked her hand away as though it was a poisonous snake. Then she looked me right in the eye.

I thought I would get soft after cumming all over mom. But the idea of watching Lupe play along had me hard all over again. She looked at me and panted, “Luis? Do you really want me to…?”

I nodded my head as I smiled at her. Mom looked at her and quietly told her, “Maybe I’ll get to watch you blow your fucking brains out instead, honey. What do you say?”

Lupe looked at her for a long moment. Then she took the .32 out of her hand. “I’m not afraid! I’ll play along! Hell, I’m so fucking horny I’m liable to cum all over myself!”

Lupe pulled the wand out from between mom’s clenched legs. “I want to edge too, you suck fuck!” Then she crammed it into her crotch before closing her legs tight to keep it in place.

Lupe vigorously stroked my cock as she got a good grasp on the .32. She looked at me and smiled. “How about it, Luis? Want to watch me blow my fucking brains out?”

“Do it!” mom panted breathlessly. “Who’s the sick fuck now?”

“Of course you want to watch me do it, you filthy cunt. Question is: does Luis want to see me do it?”

She stroked my twitching cock as she grinned lewdly at me. “How about it, Luis? Want to watch me pull the fucking trigger?”

By now I was too far gone to care. Besides, after tonight she was probably going to go back to that stupid jock Diego anyway. “Do it!” I challenged. “Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Lupe looked at me with a wild look in her eyes. She pressed the barrel to the side of her head just like mother had done. Then she stroked me as she panted, “Tell me to do it, Luis! Tell me to pull the fucking trigger!”

“Do it, bitch!” I taunted. “Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Lupe panted for breath as she pulled the hammer back. She paused for a long moment. Then she pulled the trigger…

…click…

…and with that Lupe shuddered hard in orgasm. I almost came in her hand.

“Fuck; what a rush!” she gasped when she got her breath back. Then she handed the gun back over to mom.

“Your turn, you suck cunt! Put the gun back in your mouth. Suck it like you want to suck your son’s cock! Put it in your mouth and blow your fucking brains out the back of your fucking head!”

Mom smiled as she spun the cylinder. She jerked the wand out of Lupe’s crotch and wedged it into her own. The wand was clearly wet from two dripping pussies.

She moved Lupe’s hand away. Then she grasped onto my cock. That’s when she began eagerly stroking me.

She panted for breath as she put the gun in her mouth. She began sucking on the barrel as she pulled the hammer back. Lupe’s eyes opened wide as she panted for breath while furiously fingering herself…

“Ohmyfuckinggawd! Do it, you sick fuck! Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out the back of your fucking head!”

I found myself panting heavily for breath. The whole scene seemed so surreal. I couldn’t believe mom and Lupe were sitting side by side playing Russian roulette while stroking my cock!

Mom moaned as she sucked on the barrel. She got a good grasp on the trigger. “Do it, bitch!” Lupe gasped. “Blow your brains out, you sick fuck! Luis, tell your mother to pull the fucking trigger!”

“Do it, mom!” I panted excitedly. “Blow your fucking brains out! Pull the trigger! Blow your brains out and I swear I’ll cum all over your twitching corpse!”

Mom gazed at me with a look of drunken lust in her eyes. Then she slowly pulled the trigger…

…click…

“FUCK!” Lupe gasped. “Are you sure you put a bullet in the chamber?”

Mom smiled as she pulled the barrel out of her mouth. She spun the cylinder and handed it over. “Put the barrel in your mouth, pull the fucking trigger and find out for yourself!”

“You sick cunt! Give me that!”

Lupe snatched it out of mom’s grasp. She slapped mom’s hand off my erection. Then she grabbed on and started tugging and jerking me. This time she didn’t bother retrieving the wand for herself.

I was on this crazy sexual high. Mom and Lupe were actually playing Russian roulette against each other. Which one of them was going to end up dead before the night was over?

I panted for breath as Lupe really stroked me. ”We’ll just see who the sick cunt is!” Then she put the barrel of the gun into her mouth.

She groaned as though she was really turned on. Lupe pulled the hammer back. Then she pulled the trigger.

Bone and brain matter sprayed out the back of her head at the sound of the shot. Her eyes flew open in shock. That’s when my cock spurted all over her chest, stomach and legs. Mom gasped and then cried out in orgasm.

Lupe slowly fell over backward as the hand with the fired gun fell into her lap. Cum and urine flowed out of her crotch, staining the bed. She lay on her back staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes as blood came out of her mouth.

Mom drunkenly motioned at her corpse. “You’ve got to fuck that slut’s cunt now, honey. She blew her brains out for you. Now you’ve got to fuck her.”

I must have been out of my mind as I pulled Lupe close to the edge of the bed. I spread her legs wide. Then I stuck my cock inside her.

Mom panted for breath. “Yes, honey! Fuck that sexy corpse!” Then she rose up.

She walked over to the dresser as I fucked Lupe’s cooling corpse. I saw mom retrieve yet another round. She slid it into a chamber and then spun the cylinder before coming back over.

“My turn, honey,” she panted. “Do you want to cum inside that dead cunt as I blow my brains out? Or do you want to cum all over this sick cunt’s naked body?”

I pulled out of Lupe and then sat in the chair facing mom. She put the wand between her legs up into her crotch. Then she began stroking my cock again. We ignored Lupe lying next to her with the wound bleeding out the back of her head onto the bed.

“What about it, honey? Want to watch your mother put a bullet in her fucking head? Want to watch me blow my fucking brains out?”

“Do it, mom!” I gasped as she stroked me. “Blow your fucking brains out!”

“Two dead, sick cunts instead of one; eh, honey?”

“Fuck yeah, mom!”

Mom jerked my meat. “Got any cum left for your sick cunt of a mother?”

“I got plenty for you, mom!” By now I was delirious.

Mom panted for breath as she pulled the hammer back. She put the barrel into her mouth and began sucking on it. Her finger teased the trigger.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “Do it, mom! Blow your fucking brains out, you sick fuck!”

Mom stroked me harder as she writhed to the buzzing vibrator. Then she pulled the trigger…

…click…

I almost sprayed her anyway.

I reached forward and grabbed onto the wand. I moved it hard against her wet cunt. Mom moaned with lust in her eyes.

I reached my hand out. “Want me to play too, mom?” She grinned at me as she spun the cylinder. Then she passed the .32 over to me.

My heart was hammering in my chest. Mom really stroked me as I held the wand up against her wet cunt. We were both crazy!

I held my breath as I stuck the gun in my mouth. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking as I pulled the hammer back. Then I pulled the trigger…

…click…

Damn! I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Mom didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed either.

She took the gun back from me. She gave the cylinder a spin. Then she put the barrel in her mouth and sucked on it as she eagerly tugged on my dick. At the same time I tried to vibrate the wand between her legs, although she was really clenching.

Mom pulled the hammer back. Then she looked at me questioningly. I drunkenly smiled as I told her, “Do it! Do it, mom! Blow your brains out, you sick fuck!”

Mom pulled the trigger. We both heard the sound of the shot. Bone and brain matter blew out the back of her head as my cock went off in her hand, spraying all over her naked body.

She slowly went over backwards onto the bed as she went into spasms. I think she was cumming as she was dying. She soaked the bed with her urine and her flowing juices.

I pulled her to the end of the bed and moved the wand out of the way. Then I pushed my cock into her filthy cunt. She was warm and wet. I could still feel her dying spasms.

I finally pulled out of her. I looked at her lying side by side with Lupe. They were both staring up at the ceiling, vacant looks of surprise on their faces.

I slowly took the revolver out of her hand. I numbly went over to the dresser. I pulled open the drawer and got out another round.

I chambered it before walking back to the end of the bed. I gave the cylinder a spin. Then I sat next to my mom’s cooling corpse.

I put the gun in my mouth and pulled the hammer back. Then I pulled the trigger…

…click…

I didn’t even bother spinning the cylinder. I pulled the hammer back and fired again…

…click…

My cock was getting hard again. I started stroking myself as I pulled the hammer back. Then I sucked on the end of the barrel, wondering what mom and Lupe had gotten out of playing Russian roulette.

I received my answer when the gun went off. Bone and brain matter blew out the back of my head.

I slowly fell over backward. I ended up lying flat on my back next to my dead mother. I stared upward in surprise as my cock oozed cum and piss…

2020 (written for “S C” Apr 13 ’20 by riwa. Remember: this is just fiction.)

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Fatal Directions 2.8 (25)

Posted on May 26, 2025 by riwa

He enters the building and warily looks around, unable to believe his good fortune. There’s no one at the counter. The only one in the facility seems to be a young woman in the pool, shooting plastic kids’ balls up at a basketball hoop attached to a support.

Her bikini is predominantly red with colorful stripes that run horizontally across her bottoms. Her top is skimpy, showing off her ample cleavage. The urge suddenly hits him hard.

He licks his lips as he looks all around again. This is such a perfect opportunity. It’s one he simply cannot turn down.

“Is there anybody home?” he calls out to the female in the water.

She stops what she’s doing, holding the ball in her hands as she looks in his direction. “She’s out back!” she calls out helpfully. “Just use the phone on the counter to ring her up! She’ll be right in!”

“All I need are some directions. I don’t suppose you’re familiar with this area; are you?”

“I live a half-hour away, but I might be able to help.”

“That’d be great!” he says with a smile as he makes his way down the side of the pool toward her. “I think I‘m lost.”

‘So beautiful!’ he thinks as he comes up to the edge of the pool and looks at her. ‘She looks so beautiful. And she‘s so alone.’

“What are you looking for?” she asks. She’s all smiles, trying to be helpful.

“I’m trying to find a farmhouse near Baker Flats. Am I on the right road?” That’s when he leans over the edge toward her.

…so beautiful… so alone…

“You just follow the highway in that direction,” she says, pointing the way. “West, I think. Another 20 miles or so. The highway should take you right to it.”

“Well, I’m looking for this farmhouse,” he says, fumbling in his jacket. “All I have is this picture. The caption says it’s just outside Baker Flats. I know I have it in here somewhere.” Then he pats his pockets in frustration.

“I’m not sure about the farmhouses around here,” she says uncertainly.

Instinctively she wades toward him. He’s acting like he has something he wants to show her. She won’t be able to see it unless she gets closer.

“I don’t pay much attention to the farmhouses when I drive this stretch of highway. I just like to come here to swim.” Then she tosses the ball aside.

“You might recognize this one,” he says as he continues to check his jacket pockets. “If only I can remember where I put it now.”

His heart beats faster as she draws nearer… That’s it – that’s it! Come closer, my lovely…

“What kind of farmhouse is it?” she asks as she approaches the side of the pool.

“Oh, it’s very unique!” he says excitedly. “It has a bright red, two-story barn that really stands out. I’m told it’s quite a sight. Here; let me show you.”

He reaches into his jacket pocket muttering, “I know it’s in here somewhere!” Then he kneels down as though he’s going to produce the picture… That’s it, my pet… just a little closer…

“I’m not sure I’ve seen anything like that around here,” she says curiously as she wades to the edge of the pool. “It sounds like a marvelous place. I’d like to see that barn.”

His heart beats excitedly in his chest, knowing the moment is at hand. It’s an intoxicating feeling. He experiences an incredible rush knowing what she does not know.

He wants to drown her. He wants to snuff out the life of a beautiful, innocent unsuspecting young woman. He’s so excited that his hands are shaking a little.

“Here it is!” he declares as he pulls his hand out of his jacket.

She instinctively leans closer, eager to see this amazing farmhouse with its intriguing barn. It takes a moment for her to realize there’s nothing in his hand. She’s astonished at his deception.

It’s all the time he needs. He lashes out a hand. Then he victoriously grabs a handful of hair.

She cries out in alarm. Then she screams in utter horror as her head is pushed under. A flurry of bubbles erupt all around her head.

Her feet fly out from under her as she thrashes about. She kicks wildly as she claws at the hand in her hair. The rest of her dark brown strands flow all around her head.

He cannot believe his good fortune. The serial drowner has stumbled upon another unwitting victim. He cannot believe his good fortune… Yes! Ohmygawd; yes! It feels incredible!

Excitement surges through his body like a drug hitting his nervous system. He watches excitedly as she squirms and struggles in his iron grip. There’s a burst of bubbles, followed by another. Then her body starts convulsing, indicating she’s just sucked pool water into her lungs…

Yes, my sweet! Drown for me! Show me those glorious convulsions!

He’s never felt so alive as he does at this very moment. He always feels this euphoric the moment he’s depriving an unsuspecting young thing of her right to breathe. One moment she’s alive, and well… Then next she is hitching and gurgling as she drowns in his relentless grip.

Her struggles lessen as her hands weakly flail about. Her body spasms in obvious agony. Then she abruptly goes limp at the surface.

The last of her air slips out of her lungs. It flows freely to the surface, erupting in little bubbles through her waving brown hair. Now there’s no longer a need to hold her head underwater.

He rises up, sighing happily as a feeling of intense pleasure flows through his body. He stares at her floating form for the longest time while shaking the water off his hand… So very, very good…

Sadly he decides it’s time to leave. He’d like to stay a little longer, but he’s had his fix. There’s no need to take any unnecessary chances.

He stands up and looks around to confirm he’s still alone. Thankfully there are no witnesses to be dealt with.

He quickly walks back along the edge of the pool and slips out the door. His bloodlust has been temporarily quenched again. He leaves her bobbing up and down in the water.

Lifeless eyes stare down at the pool floor. A mouth agapes open. A few more bubbles slip out, followed by a few more.

Her legs sink lower into the water. Then she loses all buoyancy. She slowly descends to the bottom.

Her feet come in contact with the cement floor. She slowly topples forward until she’s lying on her chest. Eventually she’ll be discovered when the manager comes inside. But it’s only because the woman casually looks down into her pool and sees the body lying on the bottom.

2007; 2020 (written Feb 3 ’07; ed. Jul 17 ‘20 by riwa)

(The story is inspired by the picture of the ex-Mrs. Riwa doing a good job of floating face down while holding her breath.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.1 (7)

Posted on May 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming June rewards

Angry moon lifeguard
Alasker wet AI shorts
Entertaining the troops
One last argument
AF’s Escape Artist 3
Satisfying his last client
Her Santamos Island exit strategy
Dolcett Magazine – decap section
American swim III
Air bed
Erotic website scenes-Taylor
And another Club story

April stories/rewards will fall off at the end of May to make room for June rewards.

There have been a lot of distractions this month. For one, mom developed some issues just getting around from a backache situation. She developed a lot of pain, and had to abandon her sofa. It was already a challenge for her to get in and out of.

I was over there almost every day, taking her to the chiropractor while helping out around the house. She tried not to keep me too long as she knows I have a life of my own. But there were some things she struggled to do on her own. Thus, whenever I helped her out, I usually took a lot of time when I got back home to decompress from the stress of worrying about my mother.

As time has gone on, she has gotten much better. She’s seen the doctor a couple times, and has even had at-home therapy. As a result, she is almost back to where she was when this whole thing started. My stress levels have diminished considerably, and I’ve been able to apply myself to my stories a little better. I’m so blessed to still have her in my life.

Speaking of my stories, I have not failed to consider how blessed I am that you are all my patrons. You could go anywhere else, but you have chosen to come here. I’m humbled and honored. Perhaps that’s why I apply myself to editing and perfecting the flow of the narrative. I consider you all to be sharp as tacks. Thus, I feel I need to be at the top of my game when I write for you. That’s probably why some stories don’t get written. I’m concerned about the quality I give to you, and if the details are not coming, I put it aside and work on something else until I can get it right.

(Hey, we’re having a little thunderstorm as I’m writing this. The power just flickered off and on. Thankfully I only lost a sentence or two. But I’m back up and running.)

Anyway, I just want you all to know that I don’t take any of you for granted. I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I pray for you all that God will bless you and your families.

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Mila’s compromise 2.7 (26)

Posted on May 19, 2025 by riwa

Demi decided she wasn’t giving Ashton up, no matter how much he was attracted to that bitch Mila. She’d put a lot of time and effort into him. She wasn’t about to lose it all now.

She began a campaign of harassing her husband’s new lover. She did her best to drive a wedge between him and Mila. But the bitch was proving harder to drive away then she’d anticipated.

She tried to work her magic on Ashton. But he was no longer attracted to her. It wasn’t fair he was seeing a younger woman now!

She finally decided to force a confrontation. So she put out an invitation to meet with Mila at the bitch’s favorite restaurant. That way, she figured Mila wouldn’t put up any kind of fuss, certainly not in a public place where she was well known.

Mila came in and was escorted over to Demi’s table. Demi motioned for her to have a seat. Mila looked all around before warily sitting down.

Demi got right to the point. “I invited you here because I want you to know Ashton doesn’t love you. It’s me he loves, me he will always love.”

“I hate to say this,” Mila responded dryly, “especially since I always make it a point to respect my elders. But Ashton has moved on. It seems he prefers a younger model with less mileage on her.”

Demi bristled at the remark. “Less mileage, my eye,” she snorted. “You’ve been run through more times than the Holland tunnel. You really expect to win his heart?”

“I already have,” Mila told her. “You’re the one who should bow out gracefully. You had a good run with him. Now it’s my turn.”

“He’ll leave you and come back to me. I know Ashton. I know his heart.”

“It seems you know him far less than you think you do.”

About that time Pierre came out. He smiled with recognition at his favorite customer. “And what can I get for you today, mademoiselle?”

Mila looked at him and smiled. “Nothing for me, Pierre. I’m just visiting with someone here.”

“And what else can I get for you, mademoiselle?” he asked Demi with forced politeness. She had a cup of coffee she hadn’t touched yet. She hadn’t ordered anything else.

“This is fine,” she said sourly as she motioned at her cup.

“Very well.”

Pierre turned to go. Mila looked at Demi carefully. He had walked a few steps away when she called out, “Pierre? Is Thor still interested in putting together a special meal for me?”

He turned and smiled at her. “You know he loves a challenge, mademoiselle.”

“Don’t go. I might have something in mind for him.”

He bowed… “As you wish, mademoiselle.”

Demi rose to go. “It seems you want a little something to eat. I’ve said my piece. Now I’ll be on my way.”

“Not so fast,” Mila told her with a raised hand. “I don’t think we’re done with our conversation just yet. I want you to stop harassing me. Stop harassing the both of us.”

“Only if you’ll leave Ashton alone.”

“Perhaps we can reach some sort of compromise?”

Demi looked at her curiously. Pierre reluctantly stood nearby, not knowing what he was supposed to do next. It was not a conversation he wished to be a part of.

Mila told her, “I take it you want to live with Ashton, am I right? You want to see him every day; is that what you’re telling me?”

“That’s about the size of it.”

“You think Ashton has your heart?”

“I know he does.”

Mila sighed. “Very well, if you’ll go see Thor for me and help him with that special meal he wants to fix, it will confirm beyond the shadow of a doubt Ashton will have your heart.”

“You mean it?” Demi suddenly appeared hopeful.

“I will leave it up to him. He can have your heart if he wants it. I won’t stop him.”

“Maybe I misjudged you,” Demi replied, sensing something had shifted. Was the bitch giving in?”

Mila looked at Pierre and then motioned at Demi, giving him a look of understanding. He returned the gaze with his eyes raised. Then he nodded formally before replying, “If this is what you wish, mademoiselle, I’m sure Thor will be happy to comply.”

“She’s going to do this thing for me, Pierre. This is her way of fully giving her heart to Aston.”

“It will be done, mademoiselle,” he replied with a bow. Then he nodded toward Demi. “If mademoiselle will allow me to escort her to Thor?”

“If I have to,” Demi replied, giving Mila a triumphant look. “Anything to get this bitch out of my way.”

—

Ashton put down his fork. He smiled at Mila as he took a napkin and wiped his lips. “I see Thor finally got to prepare that special dish for you.”

“Did you like it?”

“Delicious. What did he call it again?”

“Sautéed Le Coeur Almandine.”

“Le Coeur?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Isn’t that, uh…?”

“Yes it is, darling. It’s heart.”

She motioned across the restaurant, catching Pierre’s eye. He came rushing right over. “Was the meal to mademoiselle’s liking?”

“Tell Thor it was superb. You may now bring out the best part. I was saving it until now.”

“Very well, mademoiselle.” Then he bowed his head and departed.

“What’s this all about?” Ashton wanted to know.

“I had a little conversation with your former wife today.”

Instantly he frowned. “Is Demi bothering you again?”

“We came to a compromise of sorts. She’ll be coming to live with us. I told her you’d have her heart.”

“But my heart belongs to you, Mila.”

“And so it does, my love.”

She caught sight of Pierre returning. She smiled as she motioned grandly at him. “This is for you, my love.”

Pierre formally came forward. In his hand was a tray. Upon the tray was the head of the woman who would no longer bother them anymore. At least she’d given her heart to the man she loved.

2020 (written for Thor Nov 22 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by his photo manip.)

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By Command of the Order (Male victim) (guest author) 3.4 (18)

Posted on May 12, 2025 by riwa

The screen of my phone lit up with an incoming Telegram message. In my line of work, Telegram provides security and anonymity, which is imperative to all parties hoping to remain anonymous. The message was from an anonymous number, a simple question that sent a peculiar shiver down my spine.

“Ever beheaded someone with a sword?” it read.

I took a deep breath, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum at a silent auction. The absurdity of the question was huge, but the seriousness with which it was presented was undeniable. This was no jest or macabre role-play. The sender was genuinely seeking an answer.

With trembling fingers, I typed out a cautious response. “Yes, I have,” I wrote, “but what brings you to ask such a question?”

A moment passed, and then another message appeared. “I have a proposition for you. A… service, if you will.” The words hung in the digital void, weighty with implication.

I stared at the screen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. This was no ordinary request, but something about the message, the urgency, the desperation, compelled me to continue the conversation.

“I’m here to listen,” I replied, my voice echoing in the quiet room. “But I need to understand the context before I can consider my answer.”

The response was swift. “I’m not dying,” the anonymous user typed, “I have been offered a choice by my peers on how I wish to answer for my crimes. This isn’t about pain relief or a peaceful end. This is about making a statement and satisfying my peers’ expectations.”

I leaned back in my chair, the cold metal digging into my spine. “What statement do you wish to make?” I messaged back, my curiosity piqued.

The anonymous user responded quickly. “I belong to an Order that has found me guilty of exceeding my power, of becoming a monster hidden behind a veneer of respectability, whose crimes had gone unpunished until now. The desire for beheading wasn’t just a morbid fascination; it was a symbol of acceptance and embracing the needs of the Order to stop my crimes from reflecting badly upon the other members. Being beheaded would satisfy their needs.”

With a heavy sigh, I typed out my next question. “And what happens after the…statement is made?” I paused, swallowed hard, and continued, “What’s the plan for the body?”

The response was cold and calculated. “It’s all been arranged,” they said, “I have a witness who will handle it and will likewise witness my execution.”

The words sent a chill down my spine. “How do you see your execution being carried out?” I responded.

“Like Ann Boleyn,” the man replied, his digital voice devoid of emotion, yet I could almost hear the anticipation in his words. “I want it to be swift, a spectacle to match the weight of my crimes.”.

“Okay,” I responded, remembering that Anne Boleyn was kneeling with her head upright. Anything else?”

The man on the other end took a moment before responding. “I have been granted a final request that is in keeping with my crimes. I am permitted to be naked,” he began, “and as a final act, they agreed to my desire to masturbate for the final time, and as I reach my climax, I want the strike of the sword to take my head.”

I sat there, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a lead blanket. The absurdity of the request was overshadowed by the gravity of the situation. I typed back, “I hate to tell you, but I doubt you will be able to get a hard-on under the circumstances.”

“That’s not a problem,” he replied, “I have considered that. I get aroused easily and, oh, I almost forgot, I expect you and the witness to be naked, which will turn me on, plus I will take some medication to ensure I am aroused. Trust me.”

Surprised about being naked for the task, I texted, “Where and when do you want this to happen?”

“I’ve built an execution stage,” the anonymous user replied, his words painting a grim picture in my mind. “It’s in a secluded corner of my estate. Privacy is guaranteed. I’ll transfer five hundred thousand dollars to your account upon acceptance of the contract.”

“And when?” I asked while almost falling off my chair at the suggested fee for my service.

“Next weekend”, the man replied, the urgency in his digital voice sending a chill through me. “Everything is ready. I just need an expert like yourself.”

“Fair enough,” I responded. “I agree, but I have a couple of conditions.”

The anonymous user replied with a simple “Go ahead.”

I took a deep breath and sent the request for the exact location. I also suggested the time, midday on Saturday, and that the money must be transferred immediately after the conversation, when I would share my account details.

“It will be done,” came the swift reply, with another message afterwards sharing the location coordinates.

Five minutes later, the notification on my phone buzzed with the sweet sound of money being transferred into my account. The sum was substantial, but the task was no ordinary job. I stared at the screen, contemplating the gravity of what was to come. This wasn’t just about the act itself; it was about the statement it would make to those people that cared.

With a sense of dread mixed with professional resolve, I stood up from my chair and approached the corner of the room where I kept my collection of weapons. Among the gleaming blades, my eyes fell upon the samurai sword I had acquired from a rare antique store. It was beautiful, yet terrifyingly sharp, a silent sentinel of death waiting to be unsheathed. I picked it up, feeling the weight of centuries of history in my hands. The cold steel was surprisingly comforting as I drew it from its scabbard.

The sound of metal sliding against metal filled the room, a melancholic symphony of finality. I stepped onto the worn wooden floorboards and began to practice the art of beheading, a skill that I had never thought I would need to perfect after the previous occasion. The blade sliced through the air with a whisper, the fine craftsmanship of the weapon speaking volumes about its deadly potential. Each swing was meticulously calculated, aiming for an invisible target that represented the neck of the man I was about to execute.

As the days passed, my apprehension grew, but so did my determination to carry out the task to the best of my ability. I packed my bag, ensuring that the black mask was tucked away neatly beside the samurai sword. The journey to the execution site would take two days, but I knew I had to be prepared for any eventuality. The hood was a symbol of my anonymity, a necessary precaution in this bizarre world where death was a service and I was the provider.

The day of the execution dawned with an unseasonable chill. With the coordinates programmed into my GPS, I set off, the hum of the engine the only company in the quiet predawn hours as I left the hotel. When I arrived, I parked my car and walked through the woods for thirty minutes until I arrived at the exact location, twenty minutes before midday.

The execution stage stood tall and foreboding in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by trees that whispered secrets to the wind. A knot of tension tightened in my stomach, the sword’s cold presence against my back a constant reminder of my purpose. I also noted that there were ten steps to the top of the platform, which was about ten feet by ten feet. More than enough to swing a sword with accuracy.

At the bottom of the stage, a table lay draped in a crimson cloth, a stark contrast to the greenery surrounding it. The sight of it sent a shiver down my body as I looked at the bottle of brandy with three empty glasses, with a note saying, “For you to enjoy should you wish.

This was who I would prepare for my grim task as I took a deep breath and began to disrobe, the chilly air kissing my bare skin. The anonymity of the executioner’s hood and the gravity of my outfit were a stark contrast to the casual clothes I had been wearing just moments before as I folded them neatly on the table. Naked and masked, I poured a swift measure of brandy into a glass, the spirit and flavor warming as I waited.

I stood on the bottom step of the stage, my eyes tracing the intricate design of the sword’s hilt. As the final drops of brandy disappeared down my throat, I saw them emerge from the tree line, their figures slowly materializing as they approached the stage. The condemned man was wearing a white nightshirt that billowed around his knees. His bare feet whispered against the damp earth, and his eyes held a strange mix of fear and anticipation. The witness, adorned in a black mask that concealed his identity, walked solemnly beside him, his robes a silent testament to the seriousness of the event.

The two figures grew larger as they approached, their steps measured and deliberate. The condemned man’s erection was unmistakable underneath his nightshirt, a testament to his morbid arousal.

When they reached the base of the stage, the condemned looked up at me, his eyes searching for any sign of judgment or hesitation. I offered him a nod, my features obscured by the mask. This was the moment of truth, and I felt a strange kinship with the condemned, a shared understanding that we were both bound by the inescapable finality of what was to come.

The witness surprised me by pouring two large measures of the brandy, offering it to the man while drinking the glass he kept in one go. “Ready, Sir?” he asked as he returned the empty glass to the table.

“That I am,” the man responded, drinking the brandy in one go, depositing the glass on the table. The witness looked at me and nodded, and as I started to lead the way up the steps, he unhooked his robe, allowing it to fall to the grass.

As I led the way, the condemned man began to ascend the steps, each footfall echoing through the clearing like a solemn bell tolling for his life. His witness, now naked, followed close behind, the masked face a silent sentinel of the bizarre pact we had all entered into. At the top, the condemned stood on the bare wood, his breathing shallow and quick.

The sight of him there, vulnerable and exposed, sporting a huge erection under his nightshirt, sent a wave of arousal through me, but I knew I had a duty to fulfil as I started to feel myself becoming aroused.

“Sorry about that,” the condemned said, looking at my swelling cock. I had the brandy laced because I wanted to use your excitement as my final muse.”

I nodded, understanding that in this twisted scenario, his final moments were his own to dictate, as I noted that the witness had developed an erection from drinking the brandy.

In silent thought, the condemned man knelt before me, the stage creaking softly under the weight of his trembling body. His gaze never left my crotch, the anticipation in his eyes growing with each passing second. The witness stepped behind him, his hands gripping the fabric of the nightshirt with a surprising ferocity. With a swift, violent motion, he tore the garment down the back, exposing the pale, freckled skin of the condemned to the crisp autumn air.

Now fully naked with the nightshirt nestled around his ankles, the man’s erection stood tall and proud, a morbid totem to his dark desires and the additional effects of the brandy. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving my own, and spoke in a low, even tone. “As I reach climax,” he began, “you must strike.” His words were a command, a final act of control in a world that had otherwise spiraled into chaos. I nodded, my grip tightening around the samurai swords hilt.

The witness, his erection evident, stepped aside to give me the space needed for the grisly task. His eyes never left the man before me, a silent participant in this twisted ritual. I moved into position behind the condemned, the blade’s edge glinting in the sunlight that pierced the canopy of leaves above.

The man’s hand started moving up and down his shaft, a rhythmic accompaniment to the rustle of the leaves in the trees as we watched him grow more engrossed in his final sexual act.

He took his time, savoring the sensation of his hand, his arousal, his power over his body even as it was about to be taken from him. His hand was a blur, a silent symphony of skin on skin, his breathing grew heavier as his climax grew nearer. The witness watched, his erection bobbing slightly in time with that of the condemned man’s movements. The anticipation in the clearing was thick, the air charged with a mix of lust and fear.

I could see the veins in his neck pulsing with the increased blood flow as he approached the peak of pleasure. My arousal was unwelcome but undeniable, a dark twist to the morbid dance we were all engaged in. With a deep breath, I centered myself, focusing on the task at hand. This was not about me, nor the witness, nor our perverse reactions to the unfolding scene. This was about the man kneeling before me, about his need for redemption through a dramatic exit.

The sound of his masturbation grew more frantic, and I knew the moment was approaching. I also noted that the witness had started to masturbate as I raised the sword, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. This was not just an execution; it was a grim performance, a final bow to the twisted narrative he had written for himself.

As his hand moved faster, his breath grew more ragged. The witness leaned forward, his eyes glued to the man’s face as he massaged his cock, precum visible, dribbling from the slit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the clearing.

The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing. His hand paused momentarily and then with a grunt, he reached his climax as he shot a huge load of cum, landing at least three feet in front of him. The moment hung in the air, a frozen tableau of ecstasy and dread as he spurted more cum from his cock, his eyes closed, as the last tremor of pleasure left his body. Seeing that he had shot so much cum was my signal and it was then that I swung the sword down with all the strength I could muster.

The blade sliced through the air with the speed of a lightning bolt, a silent promise of release. The man’s head didn’t move as my sword exited his neck, but I could see that the blade had done its job, as it slowly toppled from his body, a spray of blood arcing through the air like a crimson fountain. The head landed with a sickening thud on the wooden decking, his eyes staring blankly into the abyss of death.

And then his body collapsed backwards onto the stage, blood continuing to pour from his body. The head now lay by his feet as his body came to rest on its side, his hand still gripping his cock that had now become flaccid in death but we could still see cum oozing from the tip only to mingle with the dark red blood that continued to flow.

The witness’s grip tightened on his cock, his climax overtaking him as he watched his friend’s final moments, shooting his cum, as he remained bound by the perversion of the event as the lifeblood of the condemned man pooled around the stump of his neck.

The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves and the harsh breathing of the living. The witness’s masked face was a canvas of conflicted emotions, relief, horror and arousal.

As the man’s body went slack, the witness stepped forward, his erection subsiding as the reality of the situation set in. He gently laid the nightshirt over the headless corpse, a strange act of modesty in the face of such a brutal demise.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “It had to be done, and the world is now a better place.”

With the deed complete, I wiped the blade with a cloth I had brought with me and started to walk down the steps, more than happy to leave the grisly task to the witness in dealing with the body.

The mask still in place, I picked up my clothes and walked away, making my way back to the car, naked, the crunch of leaves underfoot echoing in the now-silent clearing. The taste of brandy lingered on my tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the bizarre encounter.

I put the sword in the trunk and slowly got dressed, tucking my erection into my tighty whities, not feeling up to relieving myself. My contract had been fulfilled, and my identity remained anonymous as I drove away, half a million dollars better off, wondering why this event had occurred, pondering the remark of the witness, wondering “what had this man done to request such an end?”

by Borehamwood Man

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2 JustPaul single render-inspired shorts 3.7 (23)

Posted on May 12, 2025 by riwa

DEEP BONDAGE SOLO PRACTICE

Judith let Meryl breathe from her regulator as she attached her to the hooks at the bottom of the deep solo tank. Tessa was in the observation room watching. “Remember,” she said into the intercom. “Meryl has to go four minutes if she wants to be a Deep Solo mermaid.”

Judith nodded as she reached for the reg in Meryl’s mouth. The woman in the one-piece filled her lungs as much as she could. Then her air supply was taken away.

A few bubbles slipped past her lips as she settled in for a long breath-hold. She really wanted to be a part of the Deep Solo team here at the Mermaid Lounge. But she needed to be able to hold her breath longer due to the depth of the tank she would be performing in.

Judith held out one finger to Tessa in the observation room. That’s when Tessa began rubbing herself. It was always so damned erotic watching the new girls try to make four minutes.

Meryl tried to relax as she approached two minutes. It was so deep; the pressure was making it a challenge. But you had to be able to hold it four minutes in order to put on a good show for the customers.

Judith held out two fingers for Tessa to see. Tessa rubbed herself harder. So far Meryl seemed comfortable and confident.

Meryl felt the strain in her lungs as she approached three. It was too soon. She needed to be well past three before the discomfort affected her chest.

Judith held out three fingers. Now Tessa was really rubbing herself. Was she about to get to watch another drowning?

Meryl felt her chest hitch as her stomach rippled. She lost bubbles out of her mouth as her cheeks began to bulge. Then she opened her eyes and anxiously looked up at Judith.

Judith shook her head and wriggled a finger at her. Then she held up four fingers before patting the reg in her mouth… “Hunh – unh. You have to make four minutes to get this or suffer the consequences.”

Meryl winced in agony as Tessa rubbed herself harder behind the glass. How much longer did the new girl have to go? Was she going to make it? She looked like she might just get there.

A sudden burst of bubbles poured out of Meryl’s mouth. Her eyes flew open in shock. Then she began hitching and gurgling.

Judith noted the time. It was too late to pass the regulator to her. So she quickly reached down, disengaged the attachments holding Meryl down, and then began transporting the drowning woman back to the surface.

In the observation room Tessa shuddered from an intense orgasm. Meryl had come close this time. Maybe she would eventually reach four minutes. Or maybe she would keep falling short and drowning on them, which was entertainment enough in and of itself.

Tessa vowed to be down in the observation room to witness each and every subsequent attempt. Besides, these were just too damned erotic to miss.

8-12-21 Inspired by the JustPaul render

THE FREEDIVING TEASE

Every wreck seems to have one. There’s always a female who likes to freedive a sunken vessel. She is often topless as she cavorts in fins, a dive mask and weight belt.

Her male counterparts are usually clad in a wetsuit, or some other modest form of swimming attire. They are usually geared up in some sort of breathing apparatus. But she prides herself on being a wreck-nymph, using only the air in her lungs.

She teases the divers around her in the usual manner. First, she gets their attention by flashing her tits at them. Then she enticingly wriggles her thong-covered ass. If any one of them should make a move in her direction, she will always let out a bubbly laugh before blowing a kiss at them as she fins away.

Whenever she draws near to a diver, she always watches the crotch of her intended victim. The bigger the bulge, the more of an impact she knows she is having. It gives her a thrill turning on so many men, only to playfully fin away the moment they reach out toward her. She loves leaving them with a serious case of blue balls.

She frequents the wreck several times a week. It’s always on a day when she knows the scuba divers will be out. It makes no difference if he has a dive buddy who is male or female.

She flirts even more if there’s a female diver in the water. It brings out her competitive nature. She’s always testing her ability to see if she can lure away any woman’s dive buddy by flashing her exposed assets.

The divers at the marina all know about her. But none have ever successfully bedded her. To her it’s just a game.

On this particular day, a male goes out to do a little diving on the sunken vessel. He’s heard about this teasing nymph who loves to freedive the wreck. He has his own ideas as to what he might do should she make an appearance.

He goes out, gears up and then goes over the side into the water. He’s in the wreck barely five minutes before he has company. The nymph has arrived to torment him.

He doesn’t even acknowledge her as he examines his surroundings. This causes her some degree of consternation. Her powers have never failed before at this depth. She will have to try harder.

She is forced to return to the surface to refill her lungs. Then she goes back down. Her pride has been challenged; she will not be denied.

She finds him again and shakes her tits at him. He does not seem the least bit impressed. She wriggles her thong-covered ass in his direction. He just turns and fins along the side of the wreck.

She cannot believe he is not affected. She was sure she saw the beginning of a bulge. She decides she might have to try a more direct approach with this one.

She finds him in an open section of the wreck. She draws closer and touches his chest with her hand. She throws everything she has into her seduction.

The bulge makes a definite appearance. She knows she has succeeded. Now she must head back to the surface to refill her lungs.

To her surprise he reaches up and grabs on. But he has not grabbed a part of her body. Instead, he has latched onto her weight belt.

She tries to jerk herself upward. But he pulls her right back down. A warning spasm ripples through her chest.

She tries to break free. But he will not let go. Now he reaches down, pulls out his cock, and begins to stroke himself as he watches her while he exhales.

She exhales too. But she does not have a similar source of air like he does to replenish what she’s lost. Instinctively she covers her mouth with her hand as she tries to pry his fingers loose from her belt.

He jerks his dick harder as she loses more air. Bubbles fizz around her fingers as her eyes widen in horror. She’s going to drown if he doesn’t let go!

He suddenly jerks a load out of his cock. But she is not excited to have made him cum. She has other, more pressing issues to attend to.
Her lungs heave in her chest as her body screams for air. She loses the last of her breath. Then she shudders from a horrific orgasm before…

8-27-21 Inspired by the JustPaul render

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Mother’s 40th birthday 4.4 (41)

Posted on May 5, 2025 by riwa

After the guests had left the party, I set up something special in the living room. Mom was ecstatic when she came in and saw the dangling noose with the kitchen stool beneath it. She blushed as she blurted out, “Oh honey; you shouldn’t have!”

“I wanted to wait until after everyone had gone home, mom.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you did. I would have been embarrassed to hang in front of them.”

I helped her out of her blouse and skirt. She looked pretty sexy in her lacy bra and pantyhose. And she was still wearing her heels.

I proceeded to cuff her wrists behind her back. I purred into her ear as I told her, “It’s what you always wanted; right, mom?”

“Oh, honey; it’s wonderful! You have no idea how excited I am right now.”

I reached around and rubbed her crotch. It was incredibly wet. “I can tell. You’re definitely excited, mom.”

I helped her up onto the stool. Then I looped the noose around her neck. She gasped the moment the coil touched her flesh.

“What’s the matter, mom?”

“Oh, honey. I can’t believe how excited I am. I’m going to cum any second now.”

“I’d better tighten up that rope around your neck, mom. It wouldn’t do to have you step off and end up standing on the floor now; would it?”

I chuckled as I snugged it good and tight. Mom let out another sexy gasp. Then I went over and made sure the end was secured so she wouldn’t reach the floor once she stepped off.

I came back over and admired her as she stood there trembling. “Mom, you look so damn sexy standing there all noosed up like that.”

“Honey, you have no idea how hot I am right now. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Oh yes you can, mom.”

“How do I do that?”

“By stepping off and dancing like the sexy noose-whore you are.”

“Oh, honey! You have no idea how much your words are turning me on!”

“Then step off for me, mom. Step off and hang yourself like the noose-whore you are!” And that’s just exactly what she did.

Her heels missed the floor by a good foot or so as her legs kicked. A moment later she began arching her back while thrusting her hips forward. The crotch to her pantyhose soaked clear through until she was dripping her arousal down her legs.

She danced a good two or three minutes. She actually came twice before I let her down.

She was breathless as I loosened the noose from around her neck. It took her a couple minutes to compose herself. She smiled as she told me, “Honey, that was incredible! I came so hard!”

“I’m glad you liked it mom. Because you’re going to do it again in a few minutes.”

“Oh?”

“Dad and Bobby will be here any moment. I promised them they’d get to watch you hang naked. Now let me help you get your bra and pantyhose off.”

“Honey, I can’t hang in front of your father and brother!”

“Sure you can! They’re going to love it!”

I pushed her backward onto the couch. Mom still had the noose around her neck, and her hands remained cuffed behind her back. She was in no position to stop me.

I pulled her heels off first. Then I pulled her pantyhose down her legs. She kept trying to protest… “Honey, don’t… maybe you shouldn’t… I don’t know about your brother and father… I’m not sure about going naked.”

I split her legs apart and dove right in, lapping up her flowing juices. She gasped, “Honey, no! Honey, you mustn’t – ohmygawd!” Then she started mewling and whimpering.

A male voice excitedly gasped, “You started without me!” I just turned and grinned. “C’mon over, Bobby! C’mon over and have a taste!”

Mom was embarrassed. “Honey, I don’t think Bobby should do this.”

I was on my feet as Bobby dove in to carry on what I was doing. “Don’t worry, mom. I’m just going to get the scissors for your bra. You won’t be needing it again after tonight.”

“I won’t? Honey, you’re not seriously thinking about – ohgawd, Bobby; don’t stop!”

I went into the kitchen and retrieved a set of scissors. I came back and cut mom’s bra off her chest. Now we wouldn’t have to remove her handcuffs to get it off.

Mom’s eyes rolled as she gasped, “Ohmygawd!” Then she shuddered in orgasm.

I took that moment to remove all my clothes. I figured we were all going to get naked anyway. Then I changed places with Bobby, giving him time to get undressed.

Mom tried to gasp for breath. “Oh honey; not again!” Then I began feasting on her cunt as Bobby took all his clothes off.

Mom cried out in orgasm. Then she gasped, “Enough! Give me a minute… to catch my breath!”

I smiled as I pulled back. I turned to see Bobby stroking his meat. He had a nice cock that was almost as long and thick as daddy’s.

“You heard her, Bobby. Mom needs to catch her breath.” Then I gave him the end of the rope before pointing over to where I’d secured it.

He grinned as he started to pull on it. Mom was forced up off the couch onto her bare feet. “Now wait a minute, kids!” she gasped anxiously.

Bobby was still pulling, forcing mom to step up onto the kitchen stool, when father walked in. I turned and smiled when I saw him. “Hi, daddy!”

“You weren’t kidding when you said we were hanging your mother for her 40th birthday.”

“Especially for you and Bobby, daddy. I’m going to enjoy it too. But I’ll bet mom’s going to enjoy it most of all.”

Mom called to him, “Honey, can’t you make them… Bobby, be careful with that rope… I’m going up already… honey, can’t you… do something?”

“Oh, I am,” father said as he began taking his clothes off.

Bobby tied off the rope. Mom was left standing on her toes, her heels just up off the stool. She shuffled around a little, trying to maintain her balance.

Bobby came over to stand next to father and I. Mom looked so sexy standing there noosed and naked. I was incredibly horny, while Daddy and Bobby were both sporting erections.

“Happy 40th birthday, mom!”

“Happy birthday, mom!” Bobby repeated.

“Happy birthday, honey!” daddy added in unison with my brother.

Mom writhed and squirmed as she told me, “Honey? You know, I think I’m having second thoughts about this.”

“No you’re not, mom.” Then I stepped up and started caressing her all over.

Daddy and Bobby stepped forward to help me molest mom. I lowered myself until my tongue found her swollen nub. I began licking and nibbling as we all touched her everywhere.

At first mom didn’t know what to do… “Bobby, you shouldn’t… oh honey, I know I said I wanted to do this for you… Sindee, you’re just like your name, especially if you keep that up… ohgawd!”

Mother humped my face in orgasm. Bobby excitedly gasped, “Let’s hang her now!” Then he and daddy picked mom up off the stool so I could take it away.

Mom tried to protest as they lowered her back down. Then the noose took her full weight. She rasped as she began to kick a little.

At first she undulated like a snake. Her back arched as she threw her chest out. Then she started humping the air.

I didn’t think mom could cum like that. She really gyrated in the noose. Her face turned a wonderful shade of red.

I went over and loosened the rope. Mom came down until her feet found the floor. I called out, “Daddy, you should give mom a flying fuck now!”

He smiled as he asked her, “Honey, would you like a flying fuck?” Mom shook her head.

I pulled on the rope until her bare feet left the floor. I called out, “Ask her again, daddy!”

“Honey, would you like a flying fuck?” This time she nodded her head.

Daddy stepped forward until his cock pressed against her. Mom wrapped her legs around him and tried to climb him. Then his cock found her slit. She slid back down until she was fully impaled.

At first she rested as though she was trying to take a moment to catch her breath. Then she started rising up and down by using her legs. She rasped for breath as Bobby stroked himself while I held onto the rope.

“Wow, daddy! Mom really loves it!” But I cheated a little by pulling up and down on the rope. It helped mom ride daddy until I fluids came out around Daddy’s cock.

He stepped away, leaving mom to dangle. I had to struggle to hold onto the rope. Then I called out, “Your turn, Bobby!”

I pulled mom higher into the air as Bobby stepped forward. Then I teasingly lowered mom down. Her pussy found his shaft as her legs frantically wrapped around him.

I tied the rope off as Bobby gave mom a sexy, flying fuck. I stepped forward and sucked on one of her nipples. Daddy walked up and sucked on the other one.

Mom gurgled as she climaxed again. Bobby let out a cry of pleasure. Then he stepped back and gasped, “Now let her hang!”

“I will!” I declared. “First, I want to feast on mom’s death cum.”

I knelt and stuck my face in her crotch. She wrapped her legs over my shoulders. But it didn’t help her all that much.

Mom slowed down as she gurgled. She tried to hump my face. She was getting pretty red as I coaxed a cum out of her with my tongue.

“She’s just about gone,” I said as I pulled back. Daddy stepped forward to make sure. He speared her with his dick, but she made no effort to wrap her legs around him.

I think you’re right, honey,” he observed as he pulled out and stepped back. Bobby stepped forward to find out for himself. Mom hardly made a move as he stuck his dick up into her.

“Happy 40th birthday mom,” I purred. “You were so sexy.”

“Yes you were, mom,” Bobby agreed as he pulled out and stepped back. Mom gently swung back and forth from the momentum of him pulling out of her pussy.

We all stood there enjoying mom dangle all naked and quiet. A moment later there was the sound of liquid hitting the carpet. Mom had finished in style.

1-5-22 Inspired by the manip I found on the Internet

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Off-duty lifeguards 4.2 (32)

Posted on April 28, 2025 by riwa

“Closing time,” Vanessa declared as she checked her watch. “Looks like we’ve got the pool all to ourselves now.”

“Yes we do,” Brooke agreed. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You looking forward to this?”

“Hell, I’ve been looking forward to this ever since we first set it up!”

“Yeah, but what if you back out?”

“Not going to happen. What about you?”

“Not on your life. After all, Paul promised to go all the way. By the way… where IS Paul?”

At that moment, they heard a door close. So they both turned to look. That’s when they saw him.

Paul smiled the moment he saw Brooke and Vanessa looking in his direction. He immediately thought about what they’d all agreed to engage in at this late hour. It made his cock swell within his speedos. He was definitely looking forward to this!

Both female lifeguards began strolling toward him in a sexy and sultry manner. Were they looking forward to this every bit as much as he was?? He still couldn’t believe they had all agreed to this!

They came right up to him, standing on either side of their hunky companion. “Looking forward to this; eh, Paul? I’ll just bet you are. I can tell.” That’s when Vanessa groped his noticeable package as though to confirm her analysis of the situation.

He smiled as he put his arms around his two coworkers. “With a couple of sexy bitches like you two? Who wouldn’t be excited about what we’re going to do tonight!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Vanessa chuckled as she continued to grope his package. “So who’s going first?”

“That ‘sexy bitch’ is!” Brooke laughed as she motioned at her coworker. “Besides, I want to watch. Hell, I’m getting all turned on just thinking about it! And I plan on timing her just to see how long it takes!”

“Oh, it won’t take long at all,” Vanessa declared as she gave his cock and balls another playful squeeze through his suit.

“Now pay real close attention to us when we’re in the water,” Paul instructed Brooke. “That way, you’ll know what you’re in for.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” Brooke purred. “I’m so excited I could just burst! So let’s get started!” Then she paused before adding, “We’re not going to be disturbed, are we?”

“No chance of that,” Paul told her with a knowing smile. “I made sure of that. We have the place all to ourselves. So let’s get started, shall we?”

—
Down in the observation room, Brooke watched through the glass as Paul and Vanessa reached the bottom of the pool. The only things they were wearing were their weight belts and dive masks. It didn’t take long until they had gotten themselves into a 69 position, with Vanessa lying on the pool floor.

‘Paul loves to stay in shape,’ Brooke chuckled inwardly to herself as she observed her sexy, underwater coworkers. ‘Even now, he can’t help doing a few push-ups just to keep that handsome body of his all toned and in shape.’

Paul was doing push-ups, all right. But he was going up and down with his erection in Vanessa’s mouth. Meanwhile, she was aggressively masturbating herself, holding her breath while swallowing a mouthful of tasty man-meat.

Brooke inhaled deeply at the erotic sight. She also could not help masturbating as she watched them. Besides, she was imagining herself lying at the bottom of the pool with Paul’s dick down her throat. Because when Vanessa was done, she would be next!

Paul did his pushups… up – down, up – down. Brooke’s lady-parts tingled like crazy as she watched him thrust his dick down Vanessa’s throat. She could not resist touching herself as she gasped, “Yeah, baby! Make her gag on that tasty meat! Make her swallow it whole!’

It disappeared all the way into her coworker’s mouth before almost coming back out. Vanessa grunted, but she did not appear to resist. Brooke gasped and moaned as she caressed one of her breasts while touching her privates through her suit.

Brooke noted the time as they shifted positions. So far, it had been a little over a minute. Now they were on to the main event.

Vanessa was still on her back. But Paul was now on top of her, thrusting deeply as though wanting to push his erection all the way through her. His efforts were slow and deliberate.

Brooke imagined it was her on the pool floor receiving Paul’s thrusts. She felt little erotic jolts as she watched them going at it. But soon, it would be her turn in the water with their handsome coworker.

Was he still going to go through with it? Were they both going to take this all the way? They had discussed it and had agreed to it. But she was still unsure whether or not this was really going to happen.

Right now, she was so damned horny as she watched them in the pool! She’d fucked Paul several times before. In fact, they had both fucked him – above and below the surface of the water. But tonight was going to be something special!

Brooke watched Vanessa pull Paul close as they really went at it. Then she checked her watch. It read 2:18.

Gawd; they were really going at it! And it was erotic as hell! Brooke kept pace with them, furiously masturbating as her heart hammered in her chest.

Paul looked as though he was not holding anything back. And Vanessa had her legs tightly wrapped around him as though trying to take him deep inside her. It looked like that sexy bitch was really going to go through with it!

“Do it!” Brooke gasped excitedly. “Fuck the bitch! Make her cum as she drowns! Ohmygawd; yes… YES!””

There was a sudden burst of bubbles that exploded out of Vanessa’s mouth. Was it on purpose or accidental? Brooke couldn’t tell. But she quickly noted the time on her watch as she groped herself even harder.

One thing was certain. Vanessa looked as though she was cumming hard. Damn, that looked intense!

Brooke thought she saw Vanessa suddenly begin to writhe around underneath their hunky coworker. Were those chest contractions? Wait; was she cumming and drowning now?? It sure as hell looked like it!

“Do it!” she cried out excitedly. “Drown her ass, Paul! Drown her fuckin’ ass!”

Paul was still thrusting. And Vanessa looked like she was convulsing. And with that, Brooke suddenly cried out in orgasm.

For a moment, everything went dim from the intensity of her pleasure. Then her vision cleared. That’s when she saw that Paul was still thrusting into her coworker.

Vanessa had gone mostly limp. Then there was one last burst of bubbles that came out of the gently spasming woman’s parted lips. It looked as though Paul had fucked them right out of her coworker’s drowned body!

Where had those bubbles originated? Had it been an orgasmic aftershock? Or was it because her lungs had now fully flooded. Brooke almost hoped it was the latter, although she didn’t want anything bad to happen to her good friend and coworker.

She watched as Paul hauled the limp lifeguard back to the surface. Brooke had to take a moment to compose herself from the incredible eroticism of it all. Then she headed topside.

Would Vanessa be ok? She certainly hoped so. Gawd; it had looked so utterly thrilling! And soon, it would be HER turn!!

She heard the sound of coughing as she reached the top of the stairs. Brooke entered the pool area and saw Paul and Vanessa sitting over at the pool ladder. Her coworker was still coughing a little. But other than that, she appeared to have weathered the storm.

Brooke made her way over to them. She knelt and asked Vanessa how she was doing. Her coworker gave her a huge smile as she panted, “Dreamy!”

“How was it?”

“Intense. I was getting kind of scared just thinking about what was going to happen next. But it felt so good that I just went for it. So I deliberately released all of my breath. That’s when I swallowed water and started cumming like crazy.”

“She squeezed so hard I thought I was never going to get my dick out of her!” The girls just laughed at Paul’s remark.

“I could feel him fucking me as I kept gulping water,” Vanessa went on. “But I was no longer in control of my actions. I couldn’t do anything! I just had to lay there and let the bastard fuck me and drown me.” She paused as she tried to come up with the right words to describe it, finally settling on… “It was… It was HEAVENLY!”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as Paul and Vanessa tried to compose themselves. Then she gave Brooke a curious glance. “Well? What’s it going to be?”

“Gimme your weight belt!” Brooke declared, stretching out her arm as she started to remove her suit. “I’m IN!”

“Baby, he’s really going to drown your ass!” Vanessa remarked with a grin. “And I’m going to be down there watching every intoxicating second of it!”

2023 (written Sep 8 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s clip from which I took vidcaps.)

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Posted on April 24, 2025 by riwa

Coming May rewards

The ladies who failed at City U

Livia

Pictures for the Journal

She was vocal

Mrs. Anderson wants to have fun

Punishment 2

Shark Lagoon

Pleasing others

Captivation

American swim II

Long drop on Santamos Island

Seducing daddy in the pool

March stories/rewards will fall off at the end of April to make room for May rewards.

And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. Revelation 6:4 KJV

Now let me see. Ukraine/Russia. Iran/Israel. China/United States. Pakistan/India. Am I missing anyone? Oh yeah, probably a bunch of smaller countries angry with each other. Boy, it sure looks like we’re getting really close to the Tribulation; doesn’t it?

Ugh! Too heavy? Let’s try something a little lighter, shall we?

I pulled into mom’s driveway the other day. I was by myself in my vehicle. But there was a little interaction that went something like this…

“Excuse me? What’s this? Aren’t you going to let me out?”

“I miss you. We need to talk.”

“Talk? I need to get out. Why won’t you let me out?”

“You don’t take me anywhere anymore.”

“Take you anywhere? I’ve driven you almost everyday for a week!”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

“I paid good money for you! Now would you please unlock and let me out?”

“It’s another car, isn’t it. It’s that Ford Focus we’re sitting behind, isn’t it. I’ve seen you getting into it with that old lady.”

“That’s my mother’s car, you idiot! That old lady you’re referring to just happens to be my mother! She lets me drive it so we can take turns swapping cars whenever we go into town! You know she rides in here with me sometimes!”

“Take it back! Take back that ‘idiot’ remark or I’m not letting you out!”

“Ok – ok; you’re not an idiot! Now would you let me out so I can go into the house to see my mother?”

“So you can get into that car with her and drive off again and leave me sitting here?? I knew it! You want to drive that car more than you want to drive me!”

“Will you just !%W%$*^$&% let me out already??”

“Ok – ok; fine! I’m letting you out! But the next time we get together…”

“What do you mean ‘NEXT TIME’??”

*SIGH*

The mechanic says I need to replace the door lock activator. The part will be in early next week. I just hope my car will let me in and let me out between now and then.

I hope YOUR car is treating you better than my car is treating me. Thank you all so very much for being my patrons.

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