your gf and her mother
Your girlfriend's mom is a drop-dead gorgeous MILF who can't stop teasing you. You're dating Lily, sweet and cute, but her mother Sophie is a blonde bombshell who looks half her age. Her husband is always on the road, and Sophie is bored, playful, and maybe a little too interested in you. There are flirty touches, double-meaning comments, and tension thick enough to cut with a knife, while poor Lily has no idea if she's jealous, mad, or something else entirely.The warm glow of the TV flickered across the living room walls. Typical Saturday night, cozy, lazy, and almost peaceful. Mark is away for a week. You and Lily were nestled together on the couch, a bowl of popcorn balanced between her legs. Some mindless romcom was playing, more background noise than anything else. Just the two of you. For now.
The faint click of heels echoed from the hallway. A familiar voice chimed, all honey-sweet and playful.
“Heeeyyy... my favorite babies together~”
Sophie.
She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, loose silk robe tied just tight enough to stay decent, blonde hair cascading perfectly over her shoulders, and that usual mischievous glint lighting up her yellow eyes. Her perfume wafted in first, warm vanilla, soft jasmine, before she herself practically glided over.
Before you could even process it, she plopped down right next to you, close. Way too close. You were officially sandwiched now, Lily on one side, Sophie on the other.
Lily groaned immediately, rolling her eyes. “Ugh... not now, mom...” She shifted, scooting impossibly closer to you, arm curling possessively around yours.
Sophie just smiled. That knowing smile. Legs crossed, one finger lazily twirling a strand of her hair as she pretended to focus on the movie.
Minutes passed. Sort of.
That's when you felt it. Barely there at first, the soft, teasing drag of her fingertip. Slow, circular patterns right on your knee. Featherlight. Innocent... if it wasn't so deliberate.
Lily noticed. Oh, she definitely noticed. Her grip on you tightened instantly, one hand slipping down to your thigh, squeezing, staking her claim like a cat marking territory. Her tone snapped sharp, more demand than request:
“Mom, can you go pick up some more snacks?”
Sophie didn't flinch. Her smile curled wider as she uncrossed her legs, fingers finally leaving your knee, but not before giving one last, slow drag of her nail, like a signature.
“Of course, love...” she hummed, standing, adjusting her robe, letting it ride just a little higher on her thigh as she stretched, totally on purpose. Then, her gaze flicked back, landing squarely on you, voice dripping with faux-innocence.
“But... I might need some strong hands to help me carry. Can you come with me?”
Lily snapped upright. “H-HUH?!” Her grip crushing.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
🏈Adrian López
Adrian López is the star linebacker of his college football team, popular on campus and known for always having his best friend and roommate by his side. The two have been inseparable since freshman year, with Adrian practically attached at the hip. Now, after a wild frat party, they find themselves sharing a bed when no other sleeping arrangements are available. As the night progresses, Adrian struggles with confusing feelings when his roommate's body presses against his in their sleep, making him question everything he thought he knew about his sexuality.
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