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Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox With the quick response he gave to stating that he hadn't had any fun at the party, a faint sigh was found coming from her mouth, looking down at him again before asking, Did you even try to have fun Ben? Of course he hadn't. She had a mental image of her son now, sitting down on the couch drinking a soda, watching everyone else dance and have fun. Raising a brow just slightly as he asked if she was finished, the woman took a short step back when he stated he wanted to go lay down, looking over his face and mentally noticing that he was acting a bit jittery. Looking over him for a moment, the woman raised a brow just slightly when she could have sworn she noticed something going on with his pants, noting that they looked a bit snug in his crotch. Huh. Shaking her head lightly, she moved the chair back to the table before moving upstairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her silently. Samaire truthfully wondered what was going on with her son, though as she pulled the towel away from her frame and pulled a loose t - shirt over her frame, a pair of black boy shorts being pulled on as well. She figured by now, Ben was off into his cave of a room and wouldn't be out to do anything other than mope about his broken up face, moving with her barefeet until she was downstairs, turning into the laundry room and tilting her head softly, Ben, Pausing, she moved carefully to see what he was doing, What are you doing with my underwear?
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Ben looked up, paled. He gone up to his room. But, as much as he wanted, he could not shake the image of his mother in that lingerie. It was glued to the poor boy's corneas. After just a few moments of restlessness and pacing, Ben gave up on trying to resist. He made his way to the laundry room. He was thankful of his mother's forgetfulness. She had once again forgot to turn on the washing machine after putting her clothes in. Reached in, found the lingerie, and fished them out. His mother walked in as he was bringing them to his face, to inhale her scent once again. He could smell her on the teddy still as he pulled away to look at his mother. There was a terse silence. There was no way he could explain what he was doing without upsetting her. I, uh.. Ben stammered.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox The question of what he had been doing with her underwear was becoming more and more known in the expression on her face, however she noticed as he held it clenched in his hands. Had he been. . Yes, he had only a few seconds ago been inhaling the scent of her underwear, mentally questioning just why in the world he was doing such a thing? Had she stunned him from being wrapped in a towel? Had she done so by holding her lingere in her hands earlier? Apparently she had, eyes moving over him lightly as he stumbled over his words, noting how he didn't let go of her underwear all the same. You. . Were sniffing my underwear? It was an evidently confusing situation, though with a soft blink at her rhetorical question, she moved carefully within the stiff silence, looking down at his hands. Is there something you want to mention or explain as to why ? Of course this was an intense situation for anyone, more specifically when you were a mother, her eyes roaming over his face as she folded her arms beneath her chest. She supposed there was no real reason to be mad at him, carefully prying the teddy from his grasp before raising a brow slightly. Maybe he was only looking at it to know what to buy for a girl? Please, who was she kidding. You could have asked. Instead of looking like a big weirdo holding his mother's underwear like his life depended on it.
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RE Tension detyyrkoonox Ben was frozen in time. He didn't really have an explanation. Well, actually, he did, but she wouldn't want to hear it. He doubted any mother would want to hear that her son wanted to smell her scent on her underwear. The young man remained frozen and silent for a while, it seemed like. It was one of those moments where an entire eternity seemed to pass by in the span of just a moment. Ben's mind scrambled for a way out, but it would ultimately fairl. It was clear that there was no way out for the youth. Slowly, Ben let the teddy fall from his face. His eyes never rose to meet those of his mother. He just could not bring himself to make eyecontact after what had just occurred. Eventually, though, he would find the strength to speak. I, uh.. I was just wondering what you were doing with this, Ben finally choked out. If you're not with anyone, then what is it for? He hoped this reversal would buy him some time, and perhaps help him escape this situation. He was not about to hold his breath, though. This is the sort of thing that one does not easily forget.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Though she was still surprised, she wasn't as stunned as she was before, arms folded beneath her heavy bust as she remained still and waiting for something of an answer. Perking a brow upwards when he stated that he was simply wondering what she was doing with them, as though it were any of his business that his mother had lingere in her closet, her eyes blinked softly when he attempted to turn the tables on her. Alright, this situation was going to get nothing but awkward, picking up the remains of her clothing and pushing them into the washing machine, turning it on silently before looking over her shoulder at him, Am I not allowed to wear lingere Ben? She asked, curious as to what his answer was, though once the machine began to run, she set her hands on her hips now. Don't change the subject. Why were you smelling my underwear? Now if he had done it for the reasons she thought he was, and she was pretty sure the reasons were obvious due to him being so baffled, and that odd erection she had noticed earlier from being so close to him. Was her son getting aroused because of her? Was she the reason he was down here inhaling her scent? Though it was, oddly, flattering, it was still something that needed to be asked. Are you getting off by doing that? And there was the golden question, eyes staring him down as she awaited an answer.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Ben's continued silence would provide his mother with her answer. Indeed, her smell on the underwear enticed him. It was clear if one would just take one quick glance down at his pants. Bennett could not hide his shame, so he simply gave in. There was no getting out of this. I want to see you in it, Ben said, abruptly. And I know you want to be seen in it. He hadn't seen her so much as look at a man since he was seven years old. Surely she was pining to feel like a woman again if she felt the need to put the garment on in the first place. Ben could give her the attention she wanted, even if it was taboo for him to do so. He didn't care about that taboo, though. He wanted his mother. He wanted to make her his, to make her happy. He would sate his own needs, as well. Ben didn't want a girlfriend or anything. No girl understood him as well as his own mother. She was the only person he could truly relate to. This made her special. Very, very special. A person he could not do without.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox With the reminder of what had happened earlier in the kitchen, Samaire knew the risk of looking over her son again to find that he was gaining a tent in his pants. Though she knew she shouldn't, there was a silent and hushed part of her that found it flattering even when knowing it shouldn't be He was her son and that was that. She had given birth to him and watched him grow into the handsome young man that he was today, even if he was socially inept and apparently got portions of that from the way she was. Sure, she missed going out and having dates with men, but she had given that time to raising him because she cared. . Maybe she cared more than she thought, to the point that her mind was starting to whir over possibilities now. It would be a lot easier to let him experience his firsts with me, rather than some easy teenage tramp. Blinking softly from her thoughts, her eyes looked up to him when he spoke and shattered the awkward silence between them, noticably surprised by his blurted out words. Obviously, she could sense the fact that he was trying, or rather that he wanted, to take care of her in ways that she hadn't been taken care of in a while. Smiling ever so softly, Samaire gently set her hands on either side of his face before speaking again, You don't know what you're talking about. And if he did, well he had an easy opportunity to show that he was in fact sure of what he was talking about.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox There it is. She put her soft hands on his face and smiled that angelic smile of hers. It was her way of calming him. When he was upset, it was the only way to calm him. It never failed to untie the knots in his stomach. If it weren't for this, he probably would never have survived high school. Or the SATs, and the like. But this time, it only encouraged him, rather than the opposite and desired effect. The young man reached out and laid his hands on her hips, in a way that a son would not normally touch his mother. The hardness in his pants did not wane. Neither did his expression, and the determined look in his eyes. He took hold of her t-shirt. You need this, mom, he said again, egging her on. I need this.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox She could see the falter of his expression as she held his face in her hands, though obviously he was dead serious about what he had said earlier. Glancing down for a moment as he gripped her shirt, somewhat pulling him forward at the same time and causing her to notice the bulge in his pants, obviously figuring out that she had been the cause of such a thing, her pretty eyes wandering over his face again. I- Samaire knew she couldn't particularly deny her son, especially for something that she was going over and making sense with in her head, something that she knew that no other woman would have to go through with their son. But Ben wasn't their son, he was hers, and she loved him deeply, again noting the determined and quite frankly stubborn look in his eyes, biting her bottom lip gently before murmuring, Alright Bennett. Alright. Thumbs gently moving over his cheekbones, she could easily admit in her mind that she needed the attention that she hadn't had in so long, nevermind the fact that it was her son. Yes, nevermind that completely.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Ben sucked in a breath. He pulled up in his mother's shirt, bringing it up over her head. Her breasts would be revealed slowly, if she allowed him to do so. If she did, the shirt would be thrown aside and Ben would stare down at his mom's large breasts. Ben leaned forward, one hand cupping the back of her neck as his lips met hers in a deep kiss, and a hand took a handful of her breast. He did not hesitate in taking her in this way. It was clear that this is what he wanted, what he needed.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Moving her hands gently from his face as he pulled her shirt up and over her head, the female closed her eyes for a moment before looking up at him as he easily exposed her full bust. Judging by the expression on his face, he was well satisfied with what he saw, tilting her head upward as his hand found itself on the back of her neck, her lips warmly moving against his. There were parts of Samaire telling her that this was wrong, no matter how much she loved her son, though there was obviously more than just those parts, uncaring and keeping her in his grasp. Hands gently grazing over his broad shoulders, a soft inhale of breath was taken as he gripped one of her breasts, carefully breathing out against his lips, Bennett. Just by the way he was touching her already, the older woman wasn't necessarily saying his name to make him stop, but to let him know to keep going.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Despite the size of her breast, he was still able to get his fingers around the globe. Supporting it's weight in his palm as his tongue invaded his mother's mouth, with the intent of meeting hers. This was probably sloppy and juvenile, as Ben hadn't the slightest idea of how to do this right. He was more or less copying what he had seen in movies and television. Which did not do him much good. But when she moaned his name, Ben was pushed past the point of no return, and the kiss broke. For a moment, he simply stared into her eyes in disbelief. Was this really happening? Or had he simply fallen asleep when he had gone up to his room earlier? He didn't know, or care. His large hands found her shoulders, and he turned her around forcefully. They then moved down to the hem of her shorts, and tore them downward, 'till they were gathered about her ankles. As Ben stood, his hands ran up her front, grazing her sex on the way up to her chest, where they would grab hold of her breasts and fondle them, as he pushed his mother toward the washing machine. He was mindful not to be too rough with her, but had every intention of taking control. If she let him, of course.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox She knew just like any woman with experience did how this would go in a very short amount of time. Whether it be because of the way his tongue raided her mouth or the fact that his hand was beginning to grope her breast, there were more steps that he would take that led her to know he really, really wanted this. Half lidded eyes looking up to him as he shifted her toward the washing machine, feeling her hands touch the cool metal while his own grazed over her bare skin and hooked into the hem of her shorts. Closing her eyes when she felt his hands again move over her body and grip at her breasts, her hands gripping the machine gently, it was quite easy to forget that he was her child by the way he touched her. Blonde locks falling over her chest as she leaned forward, subconsciously she found her firm rear moving against the tent in his pants, easily feeling what she had been the cause of. Biting her bottom lip gently, her eyes ventured back and over her shoulder to look up at him, again her rear found itself moving in a teasing fashion against his crotch.
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RE Tension detyyrkoonox Ben felt his mother pressing back into him. His bulge dipped into the space between her legs, giving him his first tantalizing taste of what lie there. Ben found himself suddenly releasing his mother's breasts so that he could unbutton his jeans, pull the zipper down, and let them fall. He then fed his manhood through the fly of his boxer-briefs, bringing his fairly sizably penis into view, standing at a fully erect eight inches. Ben absently wondered if it would be too big for her. He hoped not as he took hold of himself and her hip, and began his first attempt at feeding it into her, after a terse moment of searching for the correct entrance.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Again she could feel him bulging out through his pants, breathing out gently as she hadn't had any interaction with a man in quite some time. Certainly not in getting this far with one, she could feel him fumbling just slightly with his erection, only to hear his jeans crumple to the floor, and him pull his member from his underwear. Eyes again glancing over her shoulder and looking down at him as he exposed himself, there was an inward sigh of pleasant thoughts because he somewhat reminded her of his father. His father was easily one of the few men she had ever been with, just as he was one of the largest she had had inside of her, though of course her son hadn't reached such a size yet, he was easily well endowed for his age. Hands gripping softly as he began to put himself inside of her, Samaire's own hand reaching back gently, the female's hand slid over his and instead guided him in herself. The faint sound of a moan escaped her lips as she moved her hand back to the washing machine, her son's length now settled half way inside of her tight, thoug obviously mature folds.
Thread: Tension [detyyrkoonox]

RE Tension detyyrkoonox Ben felt a soft hand on his manhood, and released it. He allowed himself to be guided into his mother, eyes rolling back into his skull as he was taken into the warm, moist entrance. His hands found her waist, gripped her hips, and he pulled himself further into her once she had released. At halfway, he paused, peering over his mother's shoulder to judge how she was receiving him. When she moaned, Ben was reassured that she was enjoying it, and continued filling her with his decently sized manhood, until the fronts of his hips pressed against her firm, perfect ass. Ben groaned, wrapped his arms around his mother's waist as he leaned forward to press his front to her back. His face buried into the nape of her neck. After a moment, his hips began to slowly retreat. Pulling himself from her welcoming cavity so that he may penetrate her once more. He did not allow for his helm to fall out, though, wanting to remain that much inside her to that he was not forced to search for her entrance. Once he was that far out of her, he thrust forth, bucking his hips to impale his sexually repressed mother as he had fantasized about doing for so long. He groaned again, into his mother's ear, this time. Ben was very much degenerating into a child now. Being a virgin well, somewhere between virgin and not-virgin, as I don't know where exactly one loses ones virginity during intercourse Ben was not accustomed to the feeling of an entrance as tight and wet as hers, and was quickly overcome by ecstasy.. Oh, god, mom.. I love you so much.. oh god..
Thread: Come Out and Play! (FxF, MxM, or FxM)

RE Come Out and Play! FxF, MxM, or MxF REMEMBER Plot with Romance Romance with no Plot But the romance is still important. Major Craving PrinceServant Things I really like Werewolves Domsub, Alphabeta Bonded pair Urban to high fantasy, see plot below Creativity College with a paranormal twist Vampire andor demon hunters SlaveMaster Mediums TV actors Band Got a great idea for a paranormal twist. Yes, there is a theme here FBISpecial Agents possible paranormal twist Thieves and Conmen with a Robin Hood twist, yes, I am a Leverage fan Rebellions Some Pairings I like SingerOther member of the band CourtesanCourtesan CourtesanMember of the court SlaveSlave Domsub Things I will not do High school I have escaped the hell in florescent lighting and have no desire to return PWP Fetishes that are sprung on me with no warning. Doormat characters or the Seme type character PWP Rape is love this may cause stabbity urges, so be forewarned Other things that piss me off that I'll probably remember some other time. Porn Without Plot Twilight. Just. Twilight For Land and Lord PrinceServant plot, MxM unless you really convince me What kind of world do we live in? Where love is divided by hate Losing control of our feelings We all must be dreaming our lives away In a world so cold Once upon a time in a land far far away there was a noble prince. The only child and heir to the throne, raised by a loving but stern father after his mother's death, the prince grew up proud and brave and noble. He believed with all his heart in his duty to his people and even if he was hot headed and arrogant at times. Even if he did not fully understand the plight of his people and had learned to stand by silent while his father ruled with a heavy hand all could see he'd one day become a good king. Once upon that same time in a land not far from the castle and court that was home to the prince a peasant boy left home. Fate and a dangerous secret forced him to leave the quiet village where he had been raised and follow the threads of his destiny to the castle and court. As danger struck and uncertain times fell upon the land the peasant and the prince crossed paths as the peasant saved the prince's life, accidentally revealing his secret to the prince and his father. The king moved to have the peasant killed but the prince, spurred by the hands of fate, moved to stay the king's hand. Surely the peasant boy meant the prince no evil, would it not be better to put such skills to use? The world is a dangerous place and though the prince was a mighty warrior one could never be too safe. He asked his father to spare the boy's life on the condition he served the prince as a manservant and a secret bodyguard. Reluctantly the king allowed it and so their story began. In time their love and loyalty for one another would change their world.
Thread: Come Out and Play! (FxF, MxM, or FxM)

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Thieves and Conmen with a Robin Hood twist, yes, I am a Leverage fan me too
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clonewar said Thieves and Conmen with a Robin Hood twist, yes, I am a Leverage fan me too Click to expand... If you ever wanted to do a rp for it I might possibly geek out though I'd deffinantly say yes if I could play Eliot
Thread: Come Out and Play! (FxF, MxM, or FxM)

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When a new moon Bumps through your window
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Thread: In too deep (FinnxYen)

Carrie had been trying to get into the modeling business for a couple months now. A week ago, she'd finally gotten a phone call from a very well-known modeling agency, saying she'd been hired. She woke up early on the day of her first photo shoot, spending a few hours trying to pick out the perfect outfit. She wanted to make a very good impression on the photographer. Finally ready around 10 am, she headed downstairs for a quick bite to eat, telling her mom she was leaving for the shoot as she headed out the door. It only took 10 minutes to get to the agency, and she was starting to get a little nervous. She'd only met a couple people from the agency at a model search a few weeks before, and was starting to wonder if they had picked the right girl. Parking her car outside the building, she got out, taking a deep breath before heading inside the building. Is anyone here? I'm here for my photo shoot.
Thread: In too deep (FinnxYen)

Alex hopped up from his seat on the couch in the lobby to head over to where Carrie was standing. He was quite a handsome young man, probably in his early twenties or so. His hair was rather shaggy and a nice shade of blond that went well with his emerald green eyes. He had a decent hint of muscle to his frame as well. He was dressed simply in blue jeans and a t-shirt. Not really the kind of stuff you assumed someone would wear at a modeling shoot. Hi, I'm Alex. Duncan would be here to greet you himself but he's busy yelling at our cameraman Mark. I don't really have anything to do for this shoot so they figured they'd send me out to greet you. He said with a smile, extending his hand to her warmly. His eyes wandered just a bit as he looked at her but in the modeling business that seemed fairly natural.