Three weeks after my first failed attempt, my mom had gone out with some friends for dinner and a movie. I'd gotten home just a short time before her. My

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Three weeks after my first failed attempt, my mom had gone out with some friends for dinner and a movie. I’d gotten home just a short time before her. My dad and brother were already asleep in their rooms. I had gone to my room and stripped to my boxers, but I’d come out to the kitchen for some water and an aspirin as I’d had a few drinks myself. She came in the door just as I was standing by the fridge drinking from the water bottle. She actually looked pretty hot in her short, red dress and high heels as she strode across the room taking the water bottle from my hands, capping it, and putting it back into the fridge. I reached out with one hand pulling her face to mine, as our lips touched, my mouth opened and my tongue parting her lips. This time she was receptive and pressed her ample breasts against me, I could feel her silky dress against my skin and her bare thighs against me. My lips pressed against hers, she kissed me back this time, wrapping her arms around me. The scent of cocktails was strong. My hands moved down her back and cupped her round a**, pulling up the material of her silky dress raising it until all I could feel was her smooth p****** beneath my palms. The warmth of her skin permeating through the material. Her hands were on me too, running over my bulging pecs and my hard c*** that was pressing through the fly of my boxers. We were breathing heavy as our tongues twirled, my hand slipping down her a**, my finger tips sliding over her p****** between her legs, I could feel a wet spot forming, yet she grabbed my hand when I tried to slip my fingers beneath the material. She told me that I would like this better, taking hold of my c*** and leading me to the couch in the living room. I reclined on the couch as she slipped my boxers off. She grasp my c*** in one hand and cupped my balls with the other. At first she was moving her tongue around the head of my c*** before going down on me. Tingles shot through the length of my shaft into my belly. I exploded shortly after and she took my whole shaft deeply into her mouth. I know I bathed the back of her throat with my c**. I so wanted to f*** her when I started getting hard again, but she told me that I couldn’t. She said her v***** was special and only for dad, but she’d loved pleasing me.

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I have been living in my coworker’s attic for four months, and what started as pure survival has turned into a terrifying, secret love. I initially slipped inside through his unlocked side door out of desperation after losing my apartment, learning to navigate the quiet rhythms of his life only when he left for work. But lately, my isolation has morphed into a deep, agonizing intimacy; I find myself listening to the soft acoustic guitar melodies he plays at midnight, touching the books he leaves on the coffee table, and smelling the faint scent of his cologne on the towels. It grew even more intense when he started leaving a fresh plate of dinner on the kitchen counter every night before bed, whispering into the dark, “Just in case you’re hungry, spirit.” Yesterday, I accidentally dropped a mug in the kitchen, and when he rushed into the room, the raw, frantic terror in his eyes wasn’t for his own safety—it was for mine. I am utterly terrified to come down and face reality, but as I watch him from the shadows, I realize I am even more terrified of ever having to leave him.

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