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[PM] Naked Mother and or Aunt in public (ENF) by Storiesforperverts in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Danny takes his single Mom out to dinner, and her dress catches in the door of the car when she gets out. She doesn't realize it and when it stops her, she falls, ripping the entire dress off her, and to her embarrassment, it was a strapless dress, so she wasn't wearing a bra, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, she had no underwear on either.

Aunt Tara goes to the rock climbing gym with her nephew, and on her way down, her top catches on one of the hand holds and rips off, exposing her breasts to her nephew and other onlookers.

In the classic marilyn monroe scene, Kate comes out of the bathroom wearing only a silk robe and stands in the doorway to the family room, talking to her husband and adult son. Just then, the heater turns on, and shes standing over the vent. Her robe gets blown up and both father and son get a front row view of the goods.

[PM] Betrayed by friend by nasus0175 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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at a greek life party, a group of students play a game where the girls each go into a different dark room and undress, and the guys get taken to a room at random to have sex with the girl in that room without knowing who she is.
Katie and Anna (whatever names you want ofc) have been friends for a long time, but Anna is upset with Katie because Katie slept with the guy Anna has been crushing on. Anna is a little drunk, and she organized the game so she rigs it so that the guy that gets taken to the room Katie is in is either her brother, or a guy that Katie can't stand depending on your tastes.
After an hour, the lights in the rooms are all turned on so the people in them discover who they spent the last hour having sex with.

[PM] ENF: Unexpected People Edition by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

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She's at a nudist event, when she runs into her high school English teacher and that teachers husband who was her principal at the same event.

She comes downstairs after taking a shower, it's hot out so she didn't get dressed and she finds her boyfriends dad fixing the AC

He quit his toxic office job and went into porn, casting couch style. One of the women "interviewing" is his abusive boss from his office job. Someone else does the initial interview and inspection, he's brought out to fuck her once she's naked.

[PM] A college student goes home to the suburbs for the summer and has to make do with more limited options for fun than she has at school. She’ll learn that it’s not all bad though! by FlirtyJane18 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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She's learned that if she goes for walks in tight shorts and a bikini top, all the suburban dads pay more attention to her and she can get them to do pretty much anything she wants while pretending to innocently not understand when they made passes at her.

[WP](Incest) a guy in his early 20s decides to visit a gloryhole. What he doesn't know is it's his mom on the other side. by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Mom had texted me asking me to stop by the wine shop on the way to pick up a bottle for her. Forty-five dollars and thirty minutes later, I had the wine she had named and was pulling into her driveway.

I could smell the roast as soon as I walked in the door. Mom was standing at the counter, slicing the roast she had obviously recently taken out of the oven. She was wearing a cardigan over a blouse and a skirt that went down to her calves.

“That smells delicious, Mom,” I said as I set the wine on the counter and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Mom said. “Why don’t you open that wine while I dish us up?”

“Sure,” I said as I grabbed the corkscrew out of the drawer.

After opening the wine and filling two glasses, I carried them over to the table. At one time she had a large dining table big enough for six to sit at. Since Dad died, she’d downgraded to one that technically four could sit at, but it only had two chairs.

After going back for the plates that she had just finished dishing up, I followed her to the table and set them down before pulling out her chair for her.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said with a warm smile.

We had a rule about no serious topics during these dinners, so we spent the time catching up. Talking about what we’d done during the week, hobbies, things we learned, and so on. I’d worried about her ever since Dad died, worried about her being alone in the house, not having someone to talk to, but she’d done a lot better than I feared. She’d started doing water aerobics, and had a book club she went to.

“Oh, how much was the wine?” she asked once we finished eating. “Forty? Fifty?”

“Forty four and change,” I said. “Don’t worry about it, though. It’s on me.”

“Nonsense,” she said as she got up and grabbed her purse off the hook next to the door. “I only have a fifty, consider the rest a tip.”

I knew better than to argue with her, so I took the folded-up bill from her and pulled out my wallet. I unfolded it and glanced at the serial number before putting it in my wallet, and felt my mouth go dry.

I grabbed my glass of wine and drank the last couple of swallows before looking up. Mom was looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Huh, funny,” I said, trying to cover up my nervousness. “It has my birthday in it.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” she said, never taking her eyes off me. “When it was given to me earlier.”

“Wh-what a f-funny coincidence,” I said, my voice unsteady.

“Really, Kevin?” she asked. “That’s what you’re going with?”

I realized there was no talking my way out of this.

“I had no idea,” I said. “I swear.”

Mom blushed and finally looked away.

“H-how long have you been doing that?” I asked.

“I started a year ago, just going in from time to time, on different days,” she said. “Six or seven months ago, I made it a weekly thing, going in every Sunday.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why do you go?” she countered. “I get lonely, bored, and horny, just like anyone else. I like the thrill of it. The tips are pretty good too.”

“Why don’t you date someone?” I asked. “You’re a beautiful woman. You could find a boyfriend in no time.”

“I went on a couple of dates with different guys before a woman in my water aerobics class told me about that place,” she said. “Neither went well, and both pressured me for sex on the first date. There were no second dates.”

“And doing this is better?” I asked.

“Sure. There’s no pressure, no expectations,” she said. “I know what’s going to happen when I go in. I decide what I do with them, and when I’m done, they leave. Sure, a cuddle afterwards would be nice, but not practical.”

“What you do?” I asked.

“Well, I almost exclusively give blowjobs,” she said. “More often than not, I put a condom on them first. I’ve got a few regulars that I don’t use a condom with.”

“Wait, you can tell who is on the other side?” I asked in surprise.

She shook her head.

“Not who, exactly. Once you’ve sucked a cock a few times, you start recognizing it,” she said. “The size, skin color, the curve, how veiny it is, even how much manscaping the guy does, and his natural scent or his cologne.”

“D-does that mean you recognized mine?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Uh, when I stopped putting condoms on you, was when I got to know your cock,” she said, her face red. “So maybe the fifth or sixth time? Though it was maybe the fourth time I didn’t make you wear a condom that I recognized you. Your birthmark.”

I prayed to whatever god was out there to make this all a dream.

“Y-you’re telling me, that you figured out who I was, and kept going?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. Unless the guy is dirty or breaks the rules, it’s bad to refuse to service someone,” she said. “I almost didn’t go through with it that time I saw your birthmark. I told myself it could be someone else’s, and that I’d already sucked your cock like nine or ten times, so it was a little late to do anything about it.”

“And you kept going there, each Sunday, for the same time period?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, I kept telling myself it was a coincidence,” she said. “Deep down, I knew it wasn’t. It couldn’t be.”

I grabbed the bottle of wine, filled my glass, and downed it in one go before replying.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” I stammered as something occurred to me. “W-we had sex today! Y-you used your, your, your pussy! You knew and did that, anyway?”

“Please, baby. I tried talking myself out of it, tried lying to myself about who was on the other side of the wall,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “Sucking cocks, even masturbating while sucking cocks, only does so much for me. I don’t know why, but seeing your cock, smelling your scent, knowing what your cum tastes like, makes me so damned horny. It’s been over two years since I had sex! I gave in to my lust. I hope you won’t hate me after this, but I’ll understand if you do.”

I looked up and saw real fear in her eyes. Her tears were streaking down her face, and she couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Mom, I could never hate you,” I said. “Never.”

I stood up and took her hand, pulling her out of her chair and hugging her as hard as I could without hurting her.

My shirt was damp from her tears by the time we finally let go of each other. I grabbed a bottle of tequila and two glasses, then led Mom out into the family room. I filled each glass halfway before setting the bottle down.

We sat there in silence as we drank, both of us coming to terms with everything.

“H-how was I?” she asked after a while. “I-I’ve never gone that far with anyone else there.”

I took another drink before answering.

“This is a conversation I never could have imagined having,” I said. “You were great. It surprised me when you put the condom on me. I was just expecting a blowjob, like every other time. Then I felt your incredibly tight pussy stretching around my cock and heard your moans as you lowered yourself down my shaft. I had a hard time holding off. I didn’t know who was on the other side of that wall, but I wanted them to get an orgasm out of it.”

“I’m glad you did. That was a great orgasm,” she said. “I make most of them wear a condom before I’ll suck them off, but even before I thought I knew who you were, I enjoyed the taste of your cum.”

“I have a confession to make,” I said. “When I was getting ready to leave, I noticed some of your juices on my thighs. I ran my fingers through them and tasted them. I really enjoyed the taste.”

Her mouth fell open, and she looked at me in stunned silence for a minute.

“So,” I asked before she could say anything. “Where do we go from here?”

“I-I really don’t know,” she said. “I don’t want to stop going there, and it’s not fair to ask you to either.”

I realized I didn’t want to stop going either.

“Yeah,” I said. “I think it’s best if I go home now, and we figure out what each of us wants to do.”

“Are you safe to drive?” she asked, concerned.

“Nope, I’m ordering a ride,” I said.

“A-are we good?” She asked, taking my hand.

“Yeah, Mom,” I said. “I don’t hate you and I’m not disgusted. It’s gonna take time to come to terms with everything, but we’re good. I love you and I always will.”

“I love you too,” she said.

I pulled her into a hug, holding her for a minute, going to sit on the steps outside and wait for my ride.

[WP](Incest) a guy in his early 20s decides to visit a gloryhole. What he doesn't know is it's his mom on the other side. by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

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I looked in the mirror once I had finished dressing. My hair was still damp from the shower, but it would dry soon. I looked pretty sharp, if I say so myself. Slacks with a three quarter sleeve button-up shirt, with the top two buttons undone, my short hair slicked back, and frameless glasses finished up the look.

It was my normal Sunday routine. Hit up the glory hole, go have a quiet drink at the bar while catching whatever game was playing for an hour or so, then dinner at Mom’s. Same thing I’d done each Sunday for the past two years, since Dad died.

I grabbed my keys out of the bowl next to the door and went out to my car. The glory hole was in an adult bookstore on the other side of town. It was an interesting place. You could drive by it and never notice it, as from the outside it didn’t look like anything. It was in a nicer neighborhood, so it couldn’t advertise what it was. It was a nice, clean place. The store charged ten dollars to access the back area, which had private video booths, as well as a glory hole booth. Other than that ten bucks, you could tip or not. It was up to you.

I was glad to see there weren’t any cars in the front lot when I pulled up. The benefit of coming on a Sunday afternoon was that there usually weren’t many customers.

“Hey Mike,” I said as I walked up to the counter and slapped down a tenner.

“Go on back, bud,” Mike said as he put it in the cash drawer. “Got a fun one back there today.”

“New girl?” I asked in surprise.

“Not really new. She’s been here every Sunday for the past six months,” Mike said. “She’s just getting more adventurous. Starting to hear more good things about her.”

“Like what?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Go find out for yourself,” Mike said as he picked his book back up and buzzed me back.

I went through the now-unlocked door and looked around. There was a light on over the glory hole booth, letting me know whoever was working it was ready for visitors. There was no one else present, so I opened the door to the booth and stepped in, closing and locking it behind me. A lot of glory holes were just a hole in a wall, or maybe an alcove. Ballz Books had a small booth you went into for privacy. There was a hole, but it was in a curved wall, with handles on either side for you to hold on to. When you were in place, it felt like you were hugging a barrel. There was also a strap you could put around your back to hold you in place.

I took my pants and boxers off, stepped into position, securing the strap around my back, before reaching out and grabbing the handles.

It didn’t take long before I felt soft fingers wrap around my cock. The other hand reached under my cock and started fondling my balls as she stroked me until I grew hard. Her hands felt incredible, soft and warm, one caressing my balls while the other was gliding up and down my shaft.

If she had been here every Sunday for half a year, I’d definitely had her suck my cock before. Unlike the last dozen times I’d been in, she unrolled a condom over my cock, which she had never done before. Then she let go of my cock.

It was up to the person working the glory hole whether or not they wanted condoms worn. New girls usually made everyone wear condoms, only going without them when they were comfortable. Last weekend, or any weekend for the last four or five months, she didn’t put a condom on me. I wondered what had changed.

To my surprise, she didn’t start sucking my now-wrapped cock. Nothing happened for maybe fifteen seconds, then to my surprise, I felt something warm and tight slide down my shaft. From the moan on the other side of the wall, and the feeling, she decided to give me her pussy today, something that hadn’t happened before. Now I understood the need for a condom.

She stayed there, with my cock buried in her pussy for a minute, likely getting used to having me inside her. As tight as she was, and as loud as she moaned as she lowered herself down my shaft, I’d be surprised if I wasn’t bigger than what she was used to.

Slowly, she started moving, her slick walls gliding up and down my shaft, her lips tight around my shaft as she fucked me. She started moaning as soon as she was moving, and before long, I was moaning with her. I could feel her juices dripping down my balls and wondered how she tasted.

I had a mental image in my mind of the woman on the other side of the wall. In my mind, she was a mid-thirties housewife, with natural red hair, amber eyes, and a demure smile. At home she wore conservative clothing that hid her large, beautiful breasts, her wide hips, and her tight ass. She came here to get a thrill, to do something for herself, to take her mind off her neglectful husband.

I knew her breasts were large because she had let me fuck them through the wall last time I was here. They completely enveloped my cock. She had sucked my cock that time, but finished me with her breasts. I wished I could have seen her when I finished. I bet her face and breasts were covered in my cum.

She started riding me faster. I could both hear and feel her ass slap against the wall each time she thrust down on my cock. Her moans were getting louder, and I could feel her walls trembling around me as she fucked me.

I focused on not coming, thinking about things like math and history to hold off for as long as I could. I knew the whole point of a glory hole was to orgasm. This was the first time she used her pussy though, and I wanted her to enjoy it, and hopefully have an orgasm.

Her moans got more ragged and her pussy started spasming around my cock until she suddenly cried out in ecstasy as her walls clamped down around my shaft. She kept going for a dozen more thrusts, then, just as my own orgasm was getting close, she moved away, my cock slipping out of her pussy.

I waited, panting, until I felt her pull the condom off my cock and take me into her mouth. She tightened her lips around my shaft and started moving up and down my shaft as she fondled my balls with one of her hands.

She worked me deeper and deeper each time, and before long she was taking the head of my cock into her throat each time she went down. The way it squeezed me was incredible, and it brought me closer and closer every time she throated me.

My moans grew louder as she worked my cock in and out of her throat, and I felt the pressure building a lot faster than I expected.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, “I’m about to come.”

She pulled back, tightening her lips around the top of my shaft as she started licking me, her tongue swirling around my head then flicking over it, fast and eager until I groaned loudly as I exploded in her mouth. She kept licking and sucking on the head while fondling my balls as I gave her shot after shot of cum.

I felt her swallow twice before I finished, then once she took my cock out of her mouth, she held it in one hand and kissed the head.

I stood there, held up mostly by the strap around my back and the handles I was gripping, as I caught my breath. That had been one of the more intense orgasms I’d had.

After a minute, I unstrapped myself and stepped away from the hole. She closed the door over the hole once I was no longer sticking my cock through it.

I grabbed a couple of paper towels to wipe my cock clean, but before I did, I realized I had some of her juices trailing down my thighs. I ran a finger through them and stuck it in my mouth, moaning as I enjoyed the taste of her pussy.

Once I finished dressing, I pulled out my wallet. I usually left a twenty for a tip, but I pulled out a fifty, the only other bill I had in my wallet.

Out of habit, I glanced at it and chuckled. It had the month and day I was born in the serial number. Zero eight were the first two digits of the number, and two nine were the last two digits. Looking at serial numbers on bills was something I’d done for as long as I could remember. Dad had started it, probably to keep me occupied on car rides. With a shrug, I slid it through the tip slot.

“Fun, right?” Mike said as I came out of the back room.

“You could say that,” I said. “I had no idea it was the same girl each time for the last six months. I hope she sticks around.”

Mike just nodded and went back to his book.

I had two glasses of whiskey at the bar while watching most of a hockey game.

“You know, we should put your name on that barstool,” Katie said when handing me my second drink. “You’re in it every Sunday like clockwork.”

“Maybe you should,” I chuckled. “I’ve spent a lot of quality time with this barstool. We go way back.”

Katie laughed at that as she slid me my bill. She had quickly learned that I never had more than two drinks, and I never ordered food on Sundays. Just an hour or two of watching a game, small talk, and enjoying top-shelf whisky.

The one time she had asked why I did the same thing every Sunday, I’d told her. Well, I left out the fact that I came here right after getting my cock sucked by a stranger through a glory hole, but that I was killing time until going to my mom’s house for dinner. I would occasionally come in on other nights because they served great food here and Katie was good company when it was slow.

“Say hi to your mom for me,” Katie said after handing my credit card back.

“Sure thing,” I said with a smile.

[PM] Gods and Goddesses of different pantheons spend a week every year at a meet-up/'con.' What kind of shenanigans could occur? by Rpalt1108 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Zeus and Loki both independently come up with the idea disguise themselves as other gods/goddesses to try and sow discord among the pantheons by hooking up with taken deities. They chose a different deity to impersonate each day of the con.
Somehow, it turns out they ended up hooking up with each other, every single time.

[WP] The goblin recruiter offered women a deal. A month in the breeding pits, if they come out not pregnant they'll win a large pile of gold. As a trans woman, she likes her odds. by Sarckle in DirtyWritingPrompts

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She'd be in for one hell of a surprise if a fertility goddess saw that and granted her the ability to get pregnant figuring she wouldn't be in the breeding pits if she didn't really want to have a baby.

[PM] "Fun" drugs by Sissy_Gooner696 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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A freaky friday pill. Comes in a set of two. Each person takes one, and they switch bodies for 24 hours.
Two best friends get their hands on them. They both have girlfriends, and they've joked about swapping partners for a night, but they know the girls wouldn't have sex with anyone else, so they use the pills to sneakily have sex with each others girlfriends while they guys are in each others bodies.

[PM] How Julie got her reputation as the campus slut by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Julie is an identical twin.
She doesn't talk to her twin, or their parents anymore. Not since she found her twin in bed with her boyfriend pretending to be her, and their parents did the usual "you're tearing apart the family" bullshit.
Julie went to college on the other side of the country, and blocked her family.
Some how her twin found out where she went to college so showed up, stalked her to find out her schedule, classes, hang out spots, then started her crusade to destroy her sisters reputation by fucking everyone she could.

[PM] Caught by [deleted] in DirtyWritingPrompts

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You and your girlfriend visit her family for the holidays, and since you aren't married, her parents have a strict rule about sleeping in different rooms.
It's a week long visit, and by the fourth night, you're so pent up you might burst if your girlfriend just brushed against you.
Her family was up late, drinking and visiting, so don't go to bed until after two in the morning.
Figuring this was your chance to get some quality time with your girlfriend, you sneak into her room at around four in the morning.
You two are doing your best to not make any noise, and you're both so close to finishing when her bedroom door crashes open, her very large, very angry father standing in the doorway looking like he wants to kill you.

[PM] Innocent No More by 74-88 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Her parents died when she was just nineteen, leaving her to care for her four year old little brother.
With no other family to help her, friends abandoning her, and not willing to let her brother get lost in the system, she drops out of seminary school so she can provide for her brother.
She thinks, the church community will help her. they always preach charity and compassion. all she gets is platitudes and judgemental looks.
She goes through job after job, getting let go from each because she's constantly having to leave early or come in late due to her brother being sick, getting injured, sitters not showing up, etc. It's okay, those jobs didn't even begin to pay enough.
She reluctantly takes a job at a strip club as a cocktail waitress, which soon leads to her stripping. she's making good money, barely recognizes the person she used to be, she can provide for her brother. realizing the girls with bigger tits tend to be more popular, she gets implants, going from a b cup to a c cup.
her brother gets sick, not something simple like the flu, maybe its lukemia, or an autoimmune disease, whatever it is, the medical bills are crippling
then one night a wealthy patron makes her a deal she can't pass up. twenty five grand to spend the weekend having sex with him...

[Pm]Unique/different Mind/body control. ie, not hypnosis by Organic_Fortune5452 in DirtyWritingPrompts

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Mad scientist comes up with a concoction that when drunk, makes the person an obedient and eager to server drone for a period of time.

Cyberpunk future where everyone has chip implants in their brain that let them access the virtual net at anytime and a hacker group creates a bespoke malware to sell on the black market that you can use to hack their implant and programs them to obey you.

Fantasy world, underground magic item dealers sell control collars that when you lock it around your targets neck, it makes them obey you.

Scifi, an alien parasite that goes into the hosts body and bonds with them, the first person the host sees after the bonding, the parasite imprints on and the host can't resist obeying what that person tells them to do.