Sexy greentext thread: LSA edition. (possibly also feels edition)

Sexy greentext thread: LSA edition. (possibly also feels edition)

In a thread yesterday people insisted that post updates as to how things went earlier, but first, a retelling for the new people.

I've posted this a couple times now and people really loved it, but last night there was actual developments in the story and people insisted I update them, which I'll do when I finish reposting.

Before my family life fell appart, my mother and I had a somewhat nonstandard relationship.

(TLDR: we were both horrible, horrible people and there was sex)

>Be me.
>Be 16.
>Living with my two younger sisters and my mother.
>Mom was a (formerly) rich white girl who got knocked up at 15 and kicked out of the family house the day she turned 18.
(I guess because her strictly catholic parents decided a drugged up pregnant party girl wasn't good for the family image)
>She somehow manages to keep the two of us alive throughout my childhood and eventually adds two more daughters to the family with two different men.
>Both men abandon us within a few months.
>The family gets by on welfare, child support from three different men, and "odd jobs" my mom took.
(honestly I don't know if she was dealing drugs or donating plasma or fucking what. She could even have been modeling or hooking for all I know, goodness knows she had the looks for the job)
>Mom had me when she was 15, so she was only in her late twenties when I reached puberty.
>She more or less had two modes of dress: slutty housewife or club bunny. If she was at home she usually wore whatever skimpy thing she'd slept in, and if she was going out it was minidresses, short shorts, tank tops, that kind of "stare at my body while I dance" stuff.
>Considering the she's one of the most beautful women I've ever seen in person and she flaunted it to any guy who looked at her sideways, I never really had the luxery of not sexualizing my mom, though I spent most of my life in denial about it.

Oh cool I as Hoping youd show up again. Do tell.

>The night when all this started I was stuck at home in our shitty two bedroom appartment watching my sisters again because my powerslut club-bunny failed excuse for a mother is out drinking with friends.
>Girls are asleep, it's about 3:30 AM
>Trying to fall asleep on the couch (two bedroom apartment, the girls needed their own space and my mom sure as shit wasn't going without her own bedroom, so I got the couch).
>Can't sleep, decide to rub one out and see if the post-fap crash helps me relax.
>Pull out my phone, head to pornhub
>Error: No Internet Connection.
>Of course mom didn't pay for the internet again.
>Frustrated, horny, staring at the ceiling rethinking my life.
>Door opens, mom stumbles in wearing high heals and a tight designer minidress, an outfit that probably costed more than my entire wardrobe combined.
>Her overall look is somewhere between trophy-wife and high class prostitute.
>She's obviously shitface drunk and high as a kite.
>I barely react at all; I was pretty used to that kind of entrence on her part.
>She'd been coming home like that at least a few times a week since I was still in gradeschool.
>Mom manages to make it like 4 steps inside before collapses halfway on the couch, halfway on the floor, somewhere just barely on this side of consciousness.
>She doesn't even close the fucking door, can't even make it all the way to the couch, much less to her own god damned bed.
>It takes a minute, but I finally manage to summon up the will to care.
>After I close the door I help her all the way onto the couch and get an eyefull of cleavage from that damn minidress.
>Try to keep my hands and eyes to myself as much as possible, but there was only so much I could actually do. In that outfit I felt dirty just touching her.
>Mom's out like a light the moment I get her laid down on the couch.
>Check to make sure she's breathing before I settle down on the recliner.

Yeah gonna need more.

(INB4 "why didn't you call an ambulence, she could have OD'd!" Yeah... No. If I called an ambulence every time my mom stumbled in and passed out drunk and high, we'd have gone broke in a week. We live in america so that shit aint free)
>Sitting there even hornier than before, as I'd more or less just felt up an attractive woman in a revealing outfit, however much I tried to avoid it.
>Get more and more angry the more I think about all my mother's shit.
>I'm pulling thirty hour work weeks on top of attending school, so no time for dating, and no time for friends outside of work.
>Spent most of my adolescent life taking care of my younger siblings.
>No free time, no pussy, all my money went to the family.
>Just sit there getting angrier.
>Horny, frustrated, furious, sitting there staring at a woman who I had a literal love-hate-relationship with.
>After a while something clicks (or possibly snaps) in my mind.
>I've got no social life because of this bitch, not gonna get any love from girls my own age, so why not get some at home?
>Walk over to her sleeping form and slowly, gently roll her onto her back and pull down the front of her dress.
(INB4 "You sick fuck!" Yeah, I know, trust me. More on that later.)
(INB4 "Bullshit, she'd wake up!" lol, nope! When my mom was high nothing short of cold water or an electrical shock would wake her up, and on a few terrifying occasions, not even that did it)
>I'm standing there with the front of her dress bunched up in my fist, staring at her (admittedly fantastic) breasts when it hits me.
>In a brief moment of sanity I ask myself, what am I doing?
>I just stood there staring down at her exposed, vulnerable, sleeping self.
>Was I really going to do this?
>She'd neglected me for years, but was I really going to take it this far?
>Even if she and I didn't get along, even as much as she'd neglected and ignored me over the years, I still loved her and so did my sisters.

>At the thought of my sisters all the rage comes flooding back, a tide of anger drowning out my hesitation.
>I could deal with the way she treated me, but my sisters deserved better.
>Oh, she'd hug and kiss them like any mother would. She'd give them whatever promises and gifts it would take to win their affection, but in the end that's all she did.
>She wasn't there for them. She didn't help them with their homework or stay home when they were sick. I did all that.
>She was their best friend, but she wasn't a mother.
>Behind the anger some cynical part of me wonders what she's good for if she won't be a mother or a provider.
>I resolved to find out.
>Hesitation cast aside, I finish pulling the top of her dress down to her waist.
>I start touching her breasts, tentatively at first, but more boldly over time. They feel warm and impossibly soft, so different from the scarred and calloused skin of my hands.
>Play with her rack for a bit, anger and frustration slowly giving way to a general feeling of satisfaction and arousal.
(real talk here for a second, my mom has some amazing tits. She's generally an attractive woman, so she's good all around, good hips, toned stomach, passable ass, but she has a god-tier rack)
>Almost painfully hard, never been so turned on in my life.
>Stand up and quietly check to be sure my sisters are still asleep.
>Shove aside the tiny (sane) part of my mind screaming that this was a terrible idea, that it was wrong, that I was crossing a line.
>Carefully straddle her chest and push my boxer shorts aside and rest my cock between those perfect breasts of hers.
>Push her breasts together with my cock sandwiched in between, start quickly fucking her tits like I'd seen in porn
>Feels fantastic but a little off.

>Eventually get the idea and slow down a bit, start using my hands so that I was pushing her breasts up and down on my cock as much as I was thrusting.
>It still felt a bit off, but it was ungodly pleasurable.
>Even though the actual sensation on my cock wasn't all that different from using my hand, her skin was so much smoother and softer than mine, and god, what a view.
>Somehow my mother looks more beautiful asleep than she does awake: that perfect face is unmarred by the icy contempt or cold indifference I'm so used to seeing.
>With her skin ever so slightly flushed and the peace of sleep on her face she looks... Warm. Peaceful.
>I lasted less than five minutes thrusting into those perfect breasts, staring at her beautiful sleeping face.
>After what feels to me like a few short moments, I feel an orgasm rushing at me like a truck.
>Lean forward, start thrusting faster.
>feelsgoodman.jpg
>Blow what was at the time the biggest load of my life all over her neck and chin.
>Lose a good five minutes to the post-orgasm crash, basking in the pleasure and warmth of the moment.
>Feels like heaven.
>Reality comes rushing back.
>I'm straddling my unconcious mother's stomach, staring at her cum-splattered chest and neck, wondering what the hell I've done.
>Panic and shame grip my mind for half a fleeting instant before I assert control.
>Carefully get off her and grab a washcloth from the kitchen.
>Get it wet with water as close to room temperature as I can.
>Clean off the cum, resisting the urge to lick and grope her now wet breasts.
>Gently, carefully pull her dress back up.
>Roll her onto her side, consider the situation for a moment before trying to make her comfortable with a pillow and a blanket.
>Most nights I just let her sleep in whatever she manages to stumble home in, but I felt hideously intimate with her after experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life with her, so making her comfortable felt necessary, somehow.

(The irony of caring for her after molesting her in her sleep wasn't lost on me, even then)
>I briefly consider taking some pictures to save for later before words like "criminal prosecution" and "photographic evidence" pop into my mind.
>Lie back down in the recliner.
>After such an emotional rollercoaster of soaring rage and sinking guilt ending with a rapturously mind-blowing intense relief I was thoroughly depleted.
>I'm asleep in seconds.

>The next day I wake up about 7AM, grab some food, work homework and some household chores. Pretty standard morning for me.
>Girls wake up at 7:30, I get them ready for school.
>Right as we're walking out the door to start the day, mom wakes up, surprising considering she's usually asleep till at least noon.
>Fear leaps into my mind and almost paralyzes me before I brutally choke it down.
>Throw on my best poker face.
>She notices the blanket and pillow, looks at me with what I can only describe as a mix of gratitude, surprise, and maybe a little guilt.
>She looks like she's not sure what to say, but manages a sincere "Thanks user."
>Most days she doesn't even speak to me.
>Hearing just a thank you was... It felt pretty awesome, tbh.
>I suppress a surge of guilt, nod, and leave.

You're back! I was just checking in for your updates. Will lurk until then

Any of you fags lurking?

>Be me.
>Be 17.
>Life was pretty good.
>Mom still managed to piss me off every day, but all in all life was okay.
>She starts going out more often, spends a max of maybe 10 hours a day at home now, a lot of nights she never even comes home at all.
>The bitch rarely even spends any time with my sisters.
>She only shows up when she needs a place to sleep off a high or when there was a new welfare check for her to cash.
>She occasionally gives me a few hundred dollars to help pay for the kids, as if that was enough.
>Elderly couple moves in across the hall, we'll call them the Millers.
>Over time I get on good terms with them, they seem trustworthy and they loved my sisters (they didn't have any grandkids, so my sisters seemed like angels to them).
>At that time they were kinda like the grandparents we never knew.
(I did actually meet my grandparents when I was eighteen and really hit it off with my grandfather, but more on that later)
>Right around this time my mom started to get into legal trouble as the government finally picked up on the fact that they were supporting someone who by all rights should be able to support themself. It seems like she might get kicked off welfare so I've got money on my mind.
>Also right around this time I realized that the business my friends and I had started could actually pull a living wage if we stepped things up a bit.
>I start taking night classes at a local tech school.
>The Millers offer to keep an eye on my sisters a few nights a week.
>We get a good system going on in which my sisters stayed with them three nights a week so I could have more time for study and classes.
>Pretty good deal, all things considered. My sisters spent as much time with the Millers as they did at home, and everyone involved is happy.

>My sisters get some friendly, doting parent figures, the Millers get the grandkids they always wanted, my mother gets to ignore her family even more than she already did.
>But in this arrangement, I was the real winner. Not only did I now have enough time to take classes and pull more hours at work to bring home more cash for the family, I actually had time to hang out with friends every once in a great while.
>Doing well in all my classes. Hitting up the gym with my friends, getting fit. Mrs. Miller was a great cook and taught me what she knew, so I ate good food most of the time. Actually making enough money out of our business to have a bit of disposable income.
>Don't get me wrong, life wasn't perfect. My mom was still an icy bitch, and every week I was balancing 30+ hours at work with another 35 hours finishing highschool and another 12 hours or so of classes at the tech, and almost all of my free time went to studying.
>There was still plenty wrong with my life.
>But I had enough.
>My sisters were happy, I had good friends, I had good work, I looked good, I had all kinds of teenaged pussy from girls at school, and my mother was pretty much absent from my life.
>Those days mom was nothing more than the sexy club bunny I played with every now and then.
>Three nights a week, Monday Wednesday and Friday when the girls were at the Miller's if mom happenend to be home and happened to be sleeping off a high, I could have as much fun as I wanted for as long as I wanted.
>I'd play with her every chance I got, but the girls had to be at the Miller's and she had to be sleeping off some drugs or booze, preferably both, or I wouldn't risk it.
>It also depended on what she happened to be high on that night.
>I've never been one for hard drugs, so I have no idea what she was taking, but I could pick up patterns.
>Some nights she'd be anxious and twitchy, best to just leave her alone then.

>Some nights she'd be lethargic and giggly, pretty much the only time she was relaxed around me, so the only time we could just sit and chill, although EVEN THEN the bitch would barely speak to me, though she was less hostile.
>Very rarely she'd be sluggish and suggestable, a good time to try to get cash out of her.
>Most of the time she'd just pass out, and on those nights I could have some fun.
>I'd make sure she was really unconcious, lose my clothes, then have some fun.
>Often times I'd repeat my first night with her (with lube now, I learned some shit over time) with a good titfuck.
>Other nights I'd lay down behind her in bed and spoon her, groping her tits from behind and rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks until I came all over her lower back.
>Sometimes I'd lay her on her stomach so she was bent over the side of her bed and pull her dress up over her ass and see where my tongue would take me.
>A couple weeks after we'd started with this new arrangement I came home sore and tired after a long day to find my mother lying in her bed, nude save for a blanket and the g-string that had fallen halfway down her legs.
(it's possible it was a t-string; I'm not entirely sure of the difference)
>She was lying on her back with her legs slightly spread, so being the sick bastard I was, I stripped down to boxers, threw my clothes in my room, and layed down on top of her.
>From the gentle sheen of sweat on her body and the smell of alcohol on her breath, I knew she'd likely be unconcious for at least the next ten hours, but I checked to be sure she was really out anyway.
>With little preamble I started rubbing my diamond-hard cock against her pussy, not penetrating, just rubbing against her, enjoying the feeling of warmth and intimacy, occasionally looking down to watch my cock slide against her moist pussy.
>Just sit there basking in the moment for a while, slowly sliding against her, staring down at her beautiful sleeping face

>As was typical when she came home high, she hadn't washed off her makeup when she went to bed, so her lips still looked bright and warm, her cheeks even so slightly flushed from a night of drinking and dancing and who knows what else.
>Her lips were slightly parted, looking full and inviting.
>Hesitantly I reach up to touch them, surprised at how warm and smooth they felt.
>My mother had always been so cold and distant that it felt more taboo to touch her face than it did to grope and touch her body, after all, she'd never hidden her body from me, but her lips?
>I don't remember her ever kissing me, even when I was a child; her lips were not for me.
>Yet here I was, touching them, feeling their warmth.
>Out of curiousity I gently push my fingers into her mouth, something I'd never done.
>Almost as soon as my fingers entered her mouth her tongue begin to move, much to my horror.
>Thinking she was waking up I pulled my finger out of her mouth and held perfectly still, watching her eyes and her gently parted mouth for more signs of motion.
>I laid there on top of her for what must have been at least ten minutes, motioness, watching her breath. Watching and waiting.
>When it became clear she wasn't waking up, I repeated my earlier exploration of her lips.
>After a night of cautious experimentation I discovered that as soon as something entered her mouth, my mother started gently moving her tongue.
(To this day I still don't know if that's something everyone does or if it's just some people or if she was just that much of a powerslut that she sucked anything you put in her mouth)
>Being the intimacy-deprived bastard that I was, the very first thing I tried when I realized this was kissing her.
>After a few tentative, nervous kisses against her lips, I grew more bold and started slipping my tongue into her mouth.

>At first it felt strange, kind of awkward; it seemed like I was breaking one of the major taboos of my life by kissing her, as if the groping and licking hadn't already crossed that line, but over time I grew to absolutely capital-fucking-L Love it.
>Even if she wasn't really reciprocating, just the feeling of her tongue gently moving against mine was comforting, but simultaniously intensely arousing.
>I could taste the alcohol on her lips, smell her perfume on her hair, I could feel the feverish heat of her mouth under mine... I tell you lads, it was heaven.
>After a few minutes of heaven, I finally put two and two together.
>Feeling like kind of an idiot for not thinking of this sooner, I carefully straddle my mother's chest, the same way I would for a titfuck, but scoot up a few inches.
>As gently as I can, I tilt her head forward, lean forward a bit, and slowly slide my cock past those hot colorful lips of hers, loving every moment as I slowly slid inch after inch of my cock inside.
>Realizing my mistake I slid myself back out until just the head was in her mouth (and almost blew my load right there, just from the feeling).
>I start pushing back in again, but only slide the first two inches or so.
>It leaves a lot of my cock out on the cold, but I know she'll probably wake up if I cut off her airflow for any extended length of time.
>I thrust gently forward a few more times, fighting off an orgasm to prolong the pleasure, loving the feeling of her warm saliva against my cock.
>The a thought occurs to me.
>How strong is the flavor of cum? If I come in my mother's mouth, will she be able to taste it tomorrow?
>Realize what I have to do and pull out from that heaven, defeated.
>I resolve to finish things with a titfuck and blow my load all over her chest and neck, the same way I'd done a dozen times before.
>Wiping her off with her own discarded dress, I lament not getting the blowjob I so desperately wanted.

Wondered if you'd be back.

>Go to sleep defeated, not knowing that I'd end up getting what I wanted anyway.
>A few months pass, I "play" with my mom a few more times, but not as often as I'd have liked due to time constraints.
>Be me, sitting at home, about midnight. Girls are staying with the Millers so I can study.
>One of my mother's friends brings her home, says that my mom took something bad.
>Unsurprisingly, Ms. Friend is reluctant to explain to her girlfriend's kid that his mom got slipped a roofie, but she eventually manages to explain.
>"Just let your mom sleep okay, she might be acting weird but she'll be fine tomorrow."
>this bitch thought that I didn't know what a fucking roofie is.
>Just barely manage to keep my excitement off my face when I hear that.
>Ms. Friend leaves.
>Mom is sitting on the couch muttering, eyes half open, clearly high as a kite.
>Start talking to her, she believes pretty much anything I say.
>Convince her she's actually 25.
>Convince her that I'm actually a guy named Chad.
(Yes, no joke, I actually convinced her my name was chad. I've embelished details here and there to make this fit a story structure better and to make things more interesting, but that actually happened and to this day it makes me laugh)
>Laughing my ass off at how silly she is and how out of it she seems.
>Finally work up the courage to move forward.
>Slide over to sit next to her on the couch.
>Don't even have to make a move, she puts her hand on my chest right away and gives me what I'm guessing was supposed to be a seductive glance, but looks more like the heavy-lidded glassy-eyed stare of a mostly sedated person.
>Only takes me a minute to get her sitting on my lap.
>I'm rubbing her back and grabbing her ass as she straddles my hips, leans down and kisses me.
>She's half numb but making out with her feels amazing, feel my cock start to get hard in my pants.

>Just bask in the moment, feeling her lips against mine, tasting alcohol on her tongue, smelling perfume and smoke in her hair, loving the feeling of her warm body pressing down on me.
>Start to wonder if I'm getting too comfortable with this, wonder if maybe I've gone too far.
>Am I really this comfortable with molesting my own mother?
>When she's unconcious it's easy, looking down at her sedated form makes it easy to justify doing it to her, after all, what do I owe this bitch who's too busy being high to be a mother?
>When she was awake, it seemed different somehow.
>She was so high that she may as well not have been conscious, even if she was moving, but seeing her staring back at me while I touched her sent guilt stabbing at my heart.
>After a moment I resolve to stop. This is wrong and I know it. It's been wrong every time I've ever done it.
>Just because she's ignored and neglected me for most of my life doesn't make it right.
>I start to gently push her away, ignoring her protests.
>"Look, I gotta go."
>She mutters something, I can barely understand it, and settles back on the couch.
>I go chill in the bathroom for a minute, trying to relax and let my boner fade.
>Fifteen minutes later, still diamonds.
>Still smell her skin, still taste her mouth against mine.
>The cynical, bitter part of my that had gotten me into all this wondered what difference did it make?
>What right did I have to take a moral stance now, after all this time? What would it change?
>Hell, at least this time she was conscious and willing even if her judgement was compromised.
>What did I owe her? Certainly not respect.
>What did she owe me?
>I go back to the living room.

>Mom is dozing on the couch, lying on her stomach.
>Sit down on the couch by her head, pull out my still diamonds cock.
>Flick her awake.
>When her eyes open I don't even let her get a good look at my face, just grab her head and gently introduce her lips to my cock.
>She doesn't struggle, she doesn't protest, she doesn't even try to get a look at my face.
>Powerslut that she is, without a word or a second of hesitation, she fucking deepthroats me.
>At first I worried that she had just passed out on my cock or something; her hair was covering her eyes and her throat seemed completely relaxed.
>Every other girl who had ever tried this with me had choked or gagged or at least been tense, what even?... Did she pass out or?...
>lol, nope, she's just effortlessly deepthroating me.
>I lean back on the couch and watch my mother's lips effortlessly sliding up my cock as she comes up for air.
>Feels like heaven.
>She gets into a steady, persistant rythm, spending about a second down, with all seven inches of my cock in her mouth like it was easy.
>She'd then come up and take in a deep, even breath while kissing and licking my head before sliding back down, soft upper lip and warm tongue sliding gently over my cock.
>I've never been able to last very long during blowjobs.
>Not sure what it is, as I can usually keep going for quite a while during sex, but a good blowjob will finish me off in no time, and my mom gave a better BJ than any woman I've ever been with, before or since.
>After maybe five minutes I'm ready to blow my load.
>Like she can read my god damn mind, my mom waits until I'm right about to come and leans down, taking my entire length into her mouth and swallowing on me while I came.
>She lifts off and licks me clean with a single motion, taking all the extraneous salive and cum with her as she went.
>Normally I'd fucking pass out after an orgasm like that, but I know what I have to do.

>As soon as she's done I zip up my jeans, get up and walk out the front door, that way if she remembers any of this she'll remember some guy coming home with her and leaving right away after.
>I go pick up some odds and ends at walmart to give her some time to doze off.
>Come home about an hour later, she's asleep. I carry her to her bed and lay down on the couch.
>Feel too guilty to sleep.

Are there any more than just you two (three?) lurking? If it's just you guys waiting to hear about today then I might as well just skip posting the last part and finish up so we can get on with our days.

Still lurking.

I'm genuinely surprised we haven't had any prophet jokes.

>Sit back and watch the prophets roll in

Just go ahead, OP. You might find more of an audience in a wincest thread, if there is one at the moment. I'm interested to hear the new developments though.

In retrospect I probably did this wrong. I should have done what I did last time and just taken over a related thread that already had an audience.

Fuck it, if it's just you two I may as well just skip reposting. Just bought a bunch of shit on the steam sale and I have the rest of the day off so I might as well move things along.

Met her for lunch. My plan had been to keep things casual and cool, but we barely fucking spoke. At first it was suuuuuuper awkward. Afterwards we didn't really feel like we should split up so we went and just sat in a park. Again, we were quiet for a while, but eventually mom just starts talking about the past.

Bumping to let OP type it out

I haven't had a long time to think about this yet, but I did keep a few details.

For one I found out why she actually treated me like shit over the years. Apparently my dad was the only guy she actually loved, including my sister's fathers, and I apparently look just like him, like that was my fault. She even showed me a picture of him on her phone, which was literally the first time I ever saw the guy.

I think in the future I'm going to work these details into the story as I go forward rather than try to do an actual update like this. Even thought there was clearly interest yesterday most of the people there won't even see this.

If you're waiting for me to type more there's nothing coming. I've got lots of details to think over but I have no idea how to fit them into a cohesive narrative right now so i'm just going to work it all into the story for next time I post it. If you have questions throw them out there because if not I'm out.

1- did she remember any of the "play" sessions?
2- how are your sisters doing?

Yeah, she completely knew. I tried to avoid confirming anything but she straight up asked me when I actually started. She said even before she really knew she'd suspected. May have been a selfish bitch but she wasn't stupid. Angry horny teenager who hates her has regular access to her unconscious body. She only really remembered a couple of occasions, but even for those she wasn't completely conscious.

Mom says they're doing well. I'm actually going to go hang out with them later tonight.

What was she actually like? Mood, looks, word choice, really anything you noticed.

Also have a creepy fucking little kid.

So she probably knew about it in that last session where she was clearly enjoying it. (I think I recall something about her wrapping her legs around you? Might be confusing you with that other OP from yesterday, though) Any chance of getting more out of her in the future?

Whose the girl in this pic?

Also I would love to read entire story but saw that you're not gonna post more

this, can you atleast link an archived thread OP?

>have a creepy fucking little kid
The fuck?

As far as what she was like? She seemed surprisingly relaxed. Even at first when things were awkward she seemed like she was at peace with things. She smiles a lot more than she used to. Hell, she probably smiled at me more today than she did in my ENTIRE LIFE before today.

As far as looks, she looks really good actually. Healthy. Happy. Wearing her hair longer than she used to. I tried so hard not to notice that kind of thing, but I think her breasts are a bit smaller than they used to be, but her stomach and ass seem super toned now, which is cool, I guess.

No archvied thread exxist, this happened in Sup Forums, but I'll post the rest for you.

As for who the girl is, she's some russian model whose name I forget. I''ll see if I have anything else of hers.

...

That's all I got.

>Be me.
>Still 17.
>Life has gotten worse.
>Mr. Miller next door got really sick. Him and his wife move to a senior care apartment place once he's out of the hospital, so the girls are home all the time now.
>Mom gets kicked off welfare, which was a sizable chunk of her income.
>I'm now the primary provider for the family.
>Still finishing school, got a few months of highschool left, about a year of tech school left until I get my degree.
>Trying to balance 35 hours a week of highschool classes with 18 hours of tech school classes while still pulling as many hours at work as possible.
>Never getting enough sleep.
>Usually don't eat that much either because I'm always on the run and I don't want to spend money on myself. I was never quite starved but I got pretty lean.
>Mom doesn't want to change her lifestyle but doesn't have enough money to keep going out every other day.
>She tries begging more money off of me, gets pissed when I won't give her enough to keep up her habits.
>With nowhere else to go, She starts spending way more time at home, the girls love it but mom gets mad at me for always being gone and not spending any time with the family.
>Bitch, what? The level of hypocrisy and ignorance in that had me seeing red whenever I was home, but I kept it contained.
>To add to all that fun, the girls hit the moody teenage years in full swing.
>The younger one tells me she knows about what I've been doing with mom.
>She tells me that a couple of times she's just sat and listened outside the door while I "played" with mom.
>She even has a couple pictures on her phone.
>It never goes anywhere, she never told anyone and I'd always dodge the issue if she wanted to talk about it, but it made me feel even less welcome at home.

thanks OP, you're great

>The elder one gets hit with depression, attempts suicide, so now not only am I stressed about her health, I'm also paying loads to pay for her treatment, because again, America, so that shit wasn't cheap.
>Mom somehow decided it's all my fault. She speaks to me even less. Acts like an aloof bitch whenever I'm around, but is warm and caring with the girls so I usually just keep my distance and try to let them have their space.
>I'd rather let my sisters and mother have their time together. If it mamkes them happy, good for them.
>But it's just one more thing making me feel unwelcome in my own home, and it is literally MY home now, as mom wasn't making enough money to pay for the apartment anymore.
>Now I'm the one who's never home.
>I end up just dropping out of highschool and getting a GED so I can pull in more hours at work and take night classes at the tech.
>My average day is usually working from 8AM to 8PM, going to class for four hours, getting home about 1:30AM, studying for an hour or two, then getting a few hours of sleep before doing it again.
>My friends and I are just starting to get our business off the ground, and I'm handling the books so I have to make sure the business stays up and running and everyone else gets paid before I take my cut.
>It's feast or famine.
>Some weeks I'm taking home a couple grand, sometimes by the time I make sure everyone else gets paid there's only a few hundred bucks left for me.
>I also have the added stress of being the sole financial mind behind a business worth tens of thousands of dollars (which is nothing compared to what we pull nowadays, but at the time it seemed enormous)
>Life reaching critical stress.
>At one point I was so close to the edge that I bought a handgun off a friend from school.
>Wasn't sure if I wanted to kill my mother, myself, or both.

>I was just holding out for graduation, then I could put more hours into my job to make the family more financially secure, or maybe I could get a second job to supplement my income.
>As if I didn't have enough things on my plate, I was on a dry spell too.
>Haven't had any pussy in weeks. No time to date, and with mom home all the time chances to "play" with her have more or less stopped, but I was pretty much okay with that.
>Seeing her at home with my sisters more often made me realize just how wrong what I'd been doing was, and I'd resolved to never touch her again, get over the guilt, and get on with my life.
>One day we get a big contract at work.
>Some rich guy had seen our work at a carshow and he wanted a bunch of his cars done up in various ways.
>It was the first job we ever had that broke the $100,000 mark.
>The paperwork didn't take me much longer than a normal job would, but it had our garage filled up for a few days, so I suddenly had a couple days off and a huge cash bonus.
>When I get home I hear my sisters are going to a slumber party, so they'd be out.
>A night of peace and quiet sounded good to me, so I gave my mom a couple hundred dollars to get her out of the house for the night, I just ask her not to spend it on drugs as politey as I can.
>She doesn't even say anything, just takes the with this "It's about time" look on her face, as if I was giving her no less than what she deserved.
>Bitch couldn't just be grateful, could she? No, of course not.
>She puts on a minidress and heads out to go partying, BECAUSE OF COURSE SHE DOES.
>About 10:00 PM, sitting on the couch studying when mom comes home.
>WTF? She's never home this early.
>Happy to see she's not high, even if she does look a little buzzed.
>When I ask her what's up, is she okay, why is she home so early, she dismissively says something about not wanting to deal with it.
>She sits down at the table, grabs her purse and takes out a fucking syringe.

>I... I can't even believe what I'm seeing.
>I've always known that she did all kinds of drugs, that's not the part that shocks me.
>No, what really gets me is that not only did the bitch use my money to go out to buy drugs and booze, she doesn't even have the decency to hide it anymore.
>I'd always ignored the men and looked the other way for the drugs and alcohol because she'd never really brought it home.
>Sure she'd sleep it off here, but she'd never actually used it here, what the hell was she thinking?
>At this point I feel the rage rising in my chest.
>I want to slap the drugs out of her hands and scream at her.
>I want to tear off that damn minidress and remind her who the man of the house is.
>I want to pound that bitch's face in for bringing drugs into the home I'd worked to hold together for so long.
>I want to cry and beg her to stop doing this to herself.
>If I really cared, I could stop her, right? She was completely dependent on me financially, and as aloof and morally reprehensible as she was, she wasn't stupid.
>We payed for the appartment with my money, wasn't I the man of the house? Didn't I have the authority and strength to just go take the drugs from her?
>But through all this that bitter, cynical part of my mind is thinking, "hey, at least if she gets high I can finally blow off some steam, right?"
>I loved my mother, but if she wanted to ruin her own life, why should I be responsible for that?
>If she wasn't going to control hersef, why should I?
>Why should I help a woman who had so consistently failed as a mother and a provider?
>Honestly, I don't think I can realistically describe what I was feeling.
>I was somewhere between all consuming fury and soul crushing despair.
>Unstoppable rage met immovable anguish and the collision rendered me inert, unable to do anything but sit there and think.

>I think of the gun I bought. Think of how the girls aren't home, how given all the problems we had they'd probably be a lot better off in the government's hands they they were in mine or my mother's.
>I think of how if I die or go to prison the government would send my sisters into foster care.
>Would foster care really be any worse that being in the care of an alcoholic drug abuser or a criminal who molested his own mother?
>Probably not, but...
>Can't bring myself to do it. Can't hurt the girls like that.
>Sit there feeling to numb to care as my mother goes to sleep off her high.
>I realize this is no different than any other time she's ever been high.
>I realize that as much as I might want to think we could patch things up, as much a I might want to believe I'm better than that, this time is no different from any other time.
>Again, that bitter cyncal part of me asked, hey, after months of working hard to support the family she ignored, didn't I deserve some relief?
>Shouldn't she have to contribute something to the family too, even if it was just getting me off?
>It wasn't right, and I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
>I sit there doing my best to ignore the rage and the hurt I feel.
>I don't even try to ignore the shame and guilt I feel for how aroused I've gotten just thinking about being with her again.
>About an hour later I look in on her.
>She's passed out on her bed, because of course she is.
>I strip down.
>Briefly consider grabbing her by the throat and hatefucking her, consequences be damned, but I know better.
>I want sex, but I don't want to go to jail, so I figure I should be gentle.
>Make sure she's really unconscious before stripping her.
>I can't help but be turned on, seeing her naked body again, even as angry as I was.
>Her skin was shining with a sheen of unwashed sweat from a night of dancing and the feverish high she was riding. Her makeup was perfect, her hair was still perfect...

>She looked perfect, so as it usually did, lust beat out everything else I was feeling.
>Get on the bed with her, spread her legs slightly and lie down on top of her.
>Start kissing and licking those perfect tits of hers while I let my cock harden.
>Sucking on one of her nipples when she inhales sharply and moans.
>She's usually pretty quiet, so I look up.
>She's staring down at me.
>Well, Fuck.
>For a brief moment this sharp cold sliver of fear paralyzes me...
>Then I notice that she isn't staring at me so much as she is just staring.
>She has that heavy-lidded, glassy-eyed stare I've seen so many times.
>She's probably too high of it to remember any of this.
>I don't know where she is, but she isn't here, so there was no point in stopping.
>Throwing caution to the wind I lean up and roughly kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
>She moves her mouth more than usual, but I don't care.
>Rub up against her, letting my cock rub against her warm pussy while staring into her unfocues, drug addled eyes.
>The drugs come to mind again.
>A mix of anger and pity fills my mind as I think about what she was doing to herself.
>If she was going to ruin herself anyway, what did I owe her?
>I breifly consider grabbing a condom, but push aside the thought.
>I lean in close to her, pulling her warm sweaty body against mine, and slide myself inside her.
>She's feverishly warm, delightfully slick, and honestly way tighter than I would expect from a woman with three children.
>I can't help but let out a gasp and just how incredibly good this feels.
>The feeling seems to make her more lucid, her hands resting against my chest.
>Feels like maybe she's trying to push me away, but her efforts are so weak and unfocussed I really can't tell.
>To be perfectly honest, I didn't care.

>Start roughly thrusting into her, no longer caring about waking her up or keeping this a secret.
>Press her sweat-slick body into the bed, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressing against my chest.
>Shove my tongue in her mouth for a deep kiss.
>Feel her tongue moving against mine, definitely more lively than usual.
>Was she really awake?
>She's still watching me with that drug-addled stare, I'm not sure how concious she really is.
>Don't even care any more.
>I keep thrusting for what felt like hours, but was probably closer to fifteen or twenty minutes.
>Mom starts quietly moaning, wraps her arms around my neck and shoulders, pulls me close.
>I feel her legs wrap around my hips, pulling into each thrust.
>Loving this so much, can't even handle this.
>I'm used to playing with a limp doll, but now we're legitimately having sex, even if she is probably too high to know what's happening.
>Pull her tightly against me and kiss her.
>We hold each other close, the moment feels so impossibly, perfectly, hideously intimate.
>Mom has always been this cold, distant figure, even when I'd started touching her a year before.
>Never in my life had I really felt like she loved me, but now?
>Now she was moaning under me, holding me close, reciprocating my kisses.
>My entire world is her warm, slick flesh. It's gentle gasps and moans. It's the smell of her hair and the taste of her tongue.
>I would have stayed like that forever if I could've, but hey, universe in transience, right?
>I feel an orgasm rushing at me like a runaway freight train.
>The small voice in my head warning against cumming in my mother's pussy was completely ignored, drowned by the omnipresent pleasure of the moment.
>Try not to scream as I have the most intense orgasm of my life.
>Post orgasm crash hits me hard.

>I don't remember a thing until I woke up at a few hours later, still in my mother's arms.
>Most of the room is dark, there's just a bit of light from the alarm clock and the streetlamps outside shining through the open window.
>My mother is still asleep.
>She looks relaxed. Content. Not exactly happy, but... Peaceful? Maybe.
>Relaxed. Content. Peaceful. Not eomtions I'd typically associate with my mother, but they looked beautiful on her.
>She looked so beautiful.
>I wanted so much to stay with her, to go back to sleep in her arms, to just enjoy the rest of the night with the beautiful woman I'd just had sex with, but I knew better.
>We don't get peaceful nights together.
>We aren't some happy couple.
>She's a neglectful drug-addicted alcoholic, and I'm the criminal that rapes her.

That's the end lads.

No more greentext worth making, though I do have an afterwards of sorts.

Fucking perfection!

Within the next year my relationship with my family self destructed.
I haven't spoken to my family in years (with the exception of my grandfather, for reasons forthcoming).
It's not as bad as it sounds, tbh. We're all pretty well off.
A few months after that last incident I wrote about my grandmother decided she wanted to reconcile with her daughter.
My grandmother pressured mom to get her shit together, and by god, she actually did.
Mom's totally off the drugs now, never drinks, doesn't go clubbing anymore, even stopped dying her hair and let it go back to its natural white-blonde.
She went back to school and ended up getting a job as a chef/cook/whatever at a really upscale restaraunt.
I guess these days she's pulling in really good money, because she lives in a big house with my sisters, so she must be doing okay.
My mom and sisters all eat really healthy food now, they work out (cardio and pilates, that kind of stuff), get enough sleep, never do drugs.
To be honest the three of them look like a stock photo of "Beautiful rich white family," that has the dad cropped out.
Now that she's not stressed all the time and she's sober, mom is a genuinely kind, caring person.
Honestly, my mother is now what I always wished she would be when I was younger.
I don't want to get into the gritty details of how things fell apart, suffice it to say pressures at home got to be too much for me; as soon as my mother made enough money to support the family, I got out of there.
These days my mother wants to reconcile but I don't, and I keep my distance.
On my way out the door the day mom tried to stop me an mend fences, but she said something that made me think she knew more about my misdeeds than I thought she did.
I didn't know if I could look her in the eyes after hearing that, so I just kept walking. Haven't seen her in person since.
Not seeing my sisters hurts, but my Grandfather says they're happy enough, though they do miss me.

Really though, I'm not doing too bad myself.
Remember how earlier I said that I actually ended up meeting my grandfather?
Well after my grandparents got back into our life but before I left my family, my grandfather and I got along pretty well.
My Grandfather was a rich old Andrew Ryan looking motherfucker. He was stern, humorless, and cold, but we respected each other.
I respected his business sense and level head, he respected how even as a teenager I'd stepped up to care for my family, and even more than that, he respected how I'd handled my business.
I believe he described my handling of the business as, "Reckless and hasty, but ambitious and not entirely without sense."
He gave me a lot of tips on the business side of my work, gave me a better idea on how to maximize prophets for everyone involved.
He also taught me about business conduct and sticking to a personal work ethic (guy had a lot of strong ideas on how to be a Proper Man, but to his credit it's worked out well for him).
He's certainly not a father figure, but I've learned a lot from him, both as a businessman and a person, and he even ended up investing in my business.
Mikey and I eventually bought a proper garage and started focusing more on custom work and detailing rather than the general repair stuff we'd done in the past, and things have only gotten better since.
Still working with my friends (though nowadays only two of us from the original group are left), Mikey handles most of the actual wrench work and crew management, I handle the business side of things, payroll, parts orders, that kind of thing.
We've got six other guys working for us now and Mikey has been bugging me to hire more.
As for my personal life, maybe someday I'll be able to let go of enough guilt to be with my family again, but until then I got more money than I know what to do with and plenty of girls and booze to spend it on.

All of this became somewhat invalid last night when a bunch of anons convinced me to call my mom. Met her for lunch today. That's what this thread was mostly about; people yesterday demanded I post updates today.

Honestly I have no idea, as to either point. I doubt that more sex is a possibility and I'm not even sure if I'd want it. At the moment just getting things patched up is priority number one.

damn OP, i hope it will al get better. thanks for the fap tho, was pretty hot

That girl is creeping me the fuck out.

Good for you OP. Best of luck with it all

Oh I remember that chick. She's actually like 20 but she uses makeup and camera angles and shit to make herself look young

I ain't saying continue but you better not stop.... for reasons

It all got posted user. Just grab it quick, thread is dead so it'll be disappearing soon.

If a random dudes advice on the inetz means something to ye:
I´d meet with her and talk, even if guilt is consuming you. Whats the worst that can happen? YOu can always walk away and never call/see/talk to her again. If you look at it from her point of view, hell, she might even show understanding of what happened. I mean, if she WANTS to reconcile with you after knowing what has happened, then it pretty much means she´d be good.
You went through a molest session while feeling just as guilty, can´t imagine this would be worse.
Last question. How old are you today?

Sg. Steve

Throwing an image out there to give myself a bit more time to read.

See

...

Fuck, guess it got posted while i was typing that shit.

Well, I'm glad that life is started to work out for you OP user

That's doll user.

I'm 24 right now.

They all are.

Well fucking hell mate, how did it go? Ya´ll back loving?

Read these
Some of your answers will be there. If you have further questions go ahead.

Bump

I-I got a short story for you guys.

>be me
>Socially awkward faggot in his twenties
>qt 3.14 lesbian friend asks me if I want to go to a bar to get me some action
>She knows that I've been going through a dry spell and my gf wont take my cummies
>I let her know that I'm a beta fag and that bars won't be good for me
>She drags me out anyways
>mfw she doesn't tell me it's a gay bar
>her face when I politely tell her that it's in my best interests not to get lit up by a sandnigger
>She starts to pout and look all sad so I gotta go in
>fml
>we go in and there are a LOT of fucking dudes
>Too many sausages, not too many tacos
>Lesbians or girls or whatever are pretty cute
>No one notices me
>Not even the gays
>feels bad bro
>Sit down at the bar to get a drink
>Get some gay ass house cocktail and play with it as I wait for lesbian friend to come back
>She comes back and tries to drag me out to the dance floor
>allofmyno.jpeg
>I challenge her to a drinking contest as a joke
>mfw she accepts and plops down
>Five shots later she's drunk off her ass and I'm mildly buzzed

It all gets blurry, but I remember this. We went to her place with some people. Two guys and three girls and boy it was a big orgy. I was having a great time with the cutie girls and getting my dick wet when all of a sudden some dude tries to put it in my ass. My sphincter was so tight, it could split atoms.

Lesbian friend tells me I screamed that I had AIDS to get him off me. I got jumped and thrown out.

pic related: bruises
Fuck you, Shim

this is interesting as fuck...

at least you didn't pay 150 for 30 mins
still sux tho user sorry that shit happened to ye
next time stand up for herself at the beginning and tell her your not interested and if she's gonna drag you around to places you are uncomfortable with she can just go by herself
then go home and fap and fall asleep knowing you arent getting your ass beat or raped for doing something you dont want

Hahahahahaha Oh user, I feel for you but I laugh at your pain. Got any more?

Shimmering says that you're a massive faggot for not taking it in the ass like a man.
I agree you fucking faggot.

I've always kind of wanted to fuck a tranny, but I don't want to fuck a ho because STD's are best to be avoided. Closest I ever got was getting sucked off by this guy doing a really good Jinx cosplay at a con. Didn't even realist he was a guy at first, honestly thought he was just a flat chested teen. Really not the same though.

Hey user, if that's what you need.

...

Damn I got here late and now I'm stuck with half a story. Is the old thread gone?

>amidoinitrite
No.

He finished the story here

I realized that right after I posted. Thank you though.

Source?

BUMP

Okay, since this seems like the place to put this
>be me
>be 17
>Driving my 14 y/o sister to a gaming/movie/anime con that's about three hours from home
>She's looking cute, cosplaying Raven from Teen Titans. (pic largely unrelated)
>Already bought her week pass, planning to spend the week with a friend, I'll pick her up at the end of the con.
>Her friend cancels.
>Friend is being a cock, tells her he's going better things to do.
>Sis is trying to keep a strong face but she's obviously holding back tears.
>I think fuck it, decide to stay with her, drive to a local mall, grab a black and red superman shirt from a hot topic, grab some hair dye, cosplay as superboy from Young Justice.
>Buy my week pass.
>We have a great time, go to panels, meet new people, get free drinks (I had a fake ID), typical con shit.
>Later that night, about 3 AM when the last pannels are getting over.
>I'm a little buzzed, don't want to drive home, so I get us a room.
More coming, just typing on my phone so it takes a bit.

>>cheeky fucker

shameless bump.

Keep em coming, mate.
If it 404s, I'm expecting a follow up thread.

>
>Read these
>
>
>
>
>
>Some of your answers will be there. If you have further questions go ahead.

forgot to post the pic last time

>We get to our room I'm a little buzzed, my sister (being 5'4 and 100 lbs, tops) being a total lightweight is drunk from just a couple beers.
>Room has two beds but we end up spending the night cuddling on the one bed because she just would not fucking let go of me.
>Next day is pretty much the same, more con shit, more pannels, more people, more booze.
>Sis wants to cuddle again, I'm getting kind of weirded out at this point.
>Tell her to chill out and sleep in her own bed.
>She starts outright flirting with me.
>Ooookay you've had a bit much.
>Penis doesn't care.
>Start getting hard as she asks me why we can't have some fun.
>Bitch aren't you a virgin?
>Apparently fucking not

and i just lost the will to type this shit im on my phone so its taking forever

Well that post is a clusterfuck.
Oh don't be like that you cunt get back to work.

That's all she said? Was she angry about it or just shrugged it off?

dammit user, you're leaving out the best part

I was trying to refresh the links op made. For as great a writer as he is, the shit's all out of order.

Yeah I am just grabbing my laptop

>sitting there staring at my sister wearing that black unitard thing for her cosplay
>her eyes seem way too bright and intense
>Just fucking give in kiss her.
>Apparently her confidence was based more in alcohol than experience.
>She's obviously inexperienced, but she's passionate and loving, and I can't help but enjoy the situation.
>We really start making out, full tongue, I'm sliding my hands up and down her back, grabbing her ass, loving every moment.
>Start asking myself if having sex with my drunk fourteen year old sister is a good idea.
>Start to push her away but before I can say anything I feel her hand on my cock
>all my protests and doubts die
>Again, she's clearly inexperienced but the sight of a pretty girl rubbing me through my pants is plenty to work with.
>Diamonds in my pants.

See

Need moar stories this shits great

>She unzips my pants and pulls it out
>The fucking fuck? This girl is normally a prude, is she really that drunk?
>"Are you really sure you want to do this with your brother?"
>Doesn't even respond, just meets my gaze and smiles at me.
>Leans in close to me, her face inches away from mine
>Feel her hand start sliding over my (at this point LITERALLY diamonds) cock.
>Just stays like that, silently gazing into my eyes and jerking me off.
>Despite the fact that it's a drunk girl jerking off her brother the moment feels super romantic and intimate.
>Just sit there staring into those beautiful blue eyes of hers while she works.
>A few minutes go by, she starts looking nervous.
>"Don't you like it user? I mean you haven't..."

Girl is sveta grachtchenkova

Don't know how I missed that one. It doesn't really answer the question though. Are we supposed to take away that since she was relaxed she knows but is over it?

To me I could see a woman like this feeling like she gave the pussy up to so many random that op is just another and therfore not a big deal in her mind. That's my interpretation though, I'd be curious to know op's, although I think he's gone.