1. - What happens when a mature lady turns up to the wrong Halloween party.

"Here you are, 49 Aber Lane" The Uber driver, that was sitting in the front seat said, as he pulled up to the front of what was a huge house. "Hmmmm that doesn't look right, are you sure you got the address right?" I asked softly offering him a smile in the mirror, as he then went to check. "Yeah, this is definitely 49 Aber Lane" he repeated himself. I sat in the Uber for a few seconds thinking, as I heard the thudding bass from the huge house even before opening the door. I then slowly begin to open the door of the Uber and get out, before turning around to the Uber driver and closing the door. "Thank you for the ride," I say before doing so.

I was currently quite lightly dressed, as I was wearing an angel costume. The custome consisted of a white low cut one piece, with strings in between the cleavage to adjust it, as it went down into a triangle shape around my wide hips and thick legs. The custome also included a pair of white clip-on wings and a golden LED glory above my head. I looked up at the house and saw people in costumes around the porch, smoking, and drinking. And that was when I noticed a couple of glances coming in my direction. "Odd, I don't recognize any of them." I thought to myself as I began to walk up the porch.

I scurry past them and open the front door, as the bass now joined by extremely loud music came crashing out, and into my eardrums. The house was more crowded than I expected. I thought this was going to be just a low-key party reunion for me and some old friends from school. But as I looked around in the crowd I also began to realize that most of the people here were in their 20s. I didn't think too much of it though and began to weave my way through the crowd, brushing past someone with nearly every step. People were eyeing me up and down, sometimes with confusion, and other times with clear interest. Their interest especially peaked when they saw the big cleavage and the big breasts barely covered by strips of white fabric.

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Time passes by and, as the drink goes down my throat I begin to lose track of time. And before I know it, everything turns back, before I wake up, with a blurry vision. At first, I can't really see or feel what's going on, but only hear the sounds of "Mmfg...glk...guk!". I then began to feel a sharp thrusting feeling in my throat, and as my glazed eyes began to clear up, I stared right into a pair of heavy balls that swung at my face, slapping repeatedly against my nose, as this thick shaft bulges out my throat. I feel my head hanging over the edge of a disheveled bed, as the mattress im laying on is squeaking as another man pins my legs up on either side of my jiggling tits before he pistons his shaft down into my cunt.

The next sound that followed was a loud "Fuck," from the man, as he was coming out of my throat. He then grabs a fistful of each massive boob and kneads them roughly, as my nipples begin to harden under his touch. "So does anyone know who this woman is?" he asks and looks around the room. "Does it matter?" a third man says as he enters the room and begins undoing his belt, "Just hurry on up and bust, there is a queue for fuck sake." He says sounding a little angered.

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Non-con to mind break or straight up full non-con preferred. I see this rp going into many different ways, and if you have an idea of your own, I’m definitely down to talk it out. You can get this milf drunk, or drug her, maybe even go as far as knocking her out. You'll do whatever it takes to get your dick inside some nice and wet pussy. Anyway thank you for reading the taster I had in mind for our plot. Essentially I am looking to build a plot where a depraved and attention-starved son or stranger at the party, finally finds a way to get out of his dry period.

2. - Catfishing your mother on Tinder goes too far.

Firstly! Please try to be creative and motivated to write more than a sentence, because i can't say this enough! or I will not respond. Now with that out of the way, let's get into the rp itself.

You my 21 year old son, who had finished highschool, and with no plans for the future were still living at home. Because of this you, also had a mother who was growing more and more resentful of that fact. So much so, that I’m on the verge of kicking you out. instead of the false threats, I have been coming at you with. And well your certainly not going to get a fucking job, if that's what I’m insinuating. So You’ll have to come up with some way to get me to stop being such a nagging bitch.

The solution comes pretty easily to you. You sit in your room plaing video games, when you hear a soft and muted vibrating sound. vzzzzzt.. You take off your headset, to listen closely, and find that the sound ifself is coming from the wall between our rooms. "That nasty old bitch" You think to yourself with a muted laugh. "You can't even find someone that want's to dirty with you. Maybe because youre such a fucking nagging bitch!" You think to yourself, as you get up from your chair and walk over towards the wall, pressing your ear against it and listen closely. The vibrating noices, gets a little louder and your also begin to hear a moan here and there. A smile then forms on your mouth, as a bulge forms in your pants. "She must be acting out because of how long she has been single." You think to yourself, as a plan slowly begins to take shape in your head.

"All I have to do is pretend to be some guy interested in her on a dating site, and that'll be all the distraction she needs to forget about kicking me out." you think to yourself, before walking over to your bed, laying down taking out your phone and begining to set the plan in motion. A tinder profile, was the first thing you were making. That was pretty easy as you knew my prefereces and just then it was just a matter of adjusting to my age preferences. And it really didn't take long, a couple of days later, and a match was created between me and John, also known as you my own son. What you didn't expect, however was just how much pent-up sexual frustration she had. She tells John about how she feels about having missed the chance in her youth to go wild and have no other experience beyond straight vanilla sex.

Even though she is your mother, you can't help but think about her, and her figure. Slowly his mind begins to drift. Her nice thick thighs, looking soft but strong. And then there is her beaituful round, and firm looking breasts. They had always been there for him, only growing more heavier and more beaituful. With all of this in mind, he couldn't resist the chance to really take advantage of her. The secret gloryhole in the park bathroom was his idea, but it was laughably easy to get her to sign on. This way she'd never know if was her own son sh'd be sucking off, and he would finally make her pay for riding his ass all the time.

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Thank you for reading the taster I had in mind for our plot. Essentially I am looking to build a plot in which Non-con to mindbreak or straight up full non-con is preferred. In this rp a depraved and attention-starved mother and son, are on the throats of each other, until he finds a way to find relief for them both. Though he slowly begins to unveil it to her, as the scenes becomes wilder and kinkier.

3. - Son is risking it all, as he is unable to resist his mother

Several weeks ago I asked my 19-year-old son to help me with my phone. It was beginning to run slow, and with him being the tech geek that he is, I thought he could help. Unfortunately for me, it didn't occur to me that he would snoop around my phone and look through all of my personal files including photos. I didn't notice anything at first, but his entire demeanor slowly began to change around me, like I was a completely different person, I just didn't connect with him anymore. And the fact that it was beginning after him fixing my phone, wasn't really on my mind. I caught him stealing glances at me at every chance he got, whether I was walking away, doing the dishes, reacher over for something, or bending over to pick something up, where his eyes were or gaze. I didn't always catch him, sometimes I just felt the stare from his intense stare on me, and it only got more intense as time went on.

I didn't have to wait long though before the puzzle pieces began to solve themselves. One day, my phone rings; the call is from an unknown number, the kind of call that I normally wouldn't even think twice about taking, but for some reason, I did just that today. The caller tells me, that he has some implicating pictures of me, and goes on to explain what he is thinking of doing with them, as he seems to be enjoying himself, as he reels off the content to me. "I don't believe you" was my first response, as the man was talking over the phone as I quickly hung up. It wasn't long after that I received the pictures he was talking about in a message, with the text attached "Still don't believe me?". That was when my heart dropped to my stomach, and I quickly picked up my phone again and called him. "What do you want?" I asked desperately. He wanted to meet up.

I offered him money over the phone, I ask him to bring the phone with the pictures on them, to me together with a promise of a handsome reward. He is having none of that. He cuts me off; "Meet me at The alleyway on Kings Street at 9 pm tonight. Don't be late and don't involve the police or I'll be sorry." With that, he hangs up. He wants to meet me in a rundown part of the town, the kind of place a woman like me wouldn't be caught dead in. Conventional wisdom tells me that I should report this blackmail attempt to the cops and have this asshole arrested and charged with theft and blackmail. However, with a little bit of afterthought, I don't really think that's the play, as the pictures might get leaked out and my reputation severely damaged in the process.

It's finally getting around that time, and I try my best, to summon enough courage and make the drive. I show up a little late, 5 minutes so to speak, due to the heavy traffic. I slowly get out of my car, locking it behind me, as I behind to walk down the alleyway. "Glad you could make it," A shadow says appearing from the side. I am not interested in small talk. "How much do you want for the phone?" I ask in return. he laughs, "Your kind think everything is about money, huh? You can keep your fucking money." I stare at myself incredulously, I was looking forward to a quick cash exchange, not this. "What the hell do you want then?" I ask

"I want you," He says. "What do you mean?" I reply. "It's simple, I want to fuck you and then after that, I'll hand over the phone and we go our separate ways. As I stare at the man standing in front of me, wearing a black hoodie and grey sweat pants in disbelief. He continues, "Don't act high and mighty now, I saw the pictures remember, I know what you are capable of." He says with a smile and a chuckle. It took a few minutes of silence, but then I realize the pickle I'm in. "I guess we'll have to get a hotel room, but I need the phone first" I stammer softly. He smiles, "There is no need for a hotel ma'am," he says pointing over at a dumpster. It's mostly dark, the only source of light was a bulb a few buildings away. He then gesture for me to stop, before pointing over at some cardboard boxes laid on the ground. "Here's the deal, you let me fuck you, I'll hand over the phone and then we go our separate ways. As simple as that." "Here?" I ask with visible discomfort. "Yes, it is perfect, quiet, and deserted. Let's be quick about this before we have company. Where do you want to do it, against the dumpster or on the cardboard boxes?" He says with a smile. While I stood still trying to process the predicament that I had found myself in, he unzips his pants and pull out his already hard swollen cock. I'm hesitant, so he decides to speed things up. He spins me around, pushes me against the dumpster, and lifts up my skirt. He then pulls down my panties, spread my legs, lubricated my orifice with some saliva, and slowly began to enter me. I yelled out something about a condom but he wasn't listening, he pushed in slowly until he was fully inside me. He grabs a hold of my waist and holds me in place as he works his cock inside me. Gradually, he increases the speed of his thrusts until he exploded inside me.

Breathing heavily, he hands over the phone saying "a deal is a deal, so here you go. However, there has to be a slight modification to our agreement. "What modification?" I ask, as I pull up your panties and adjust my skirt. "I have twelve pictures saved on my phone," he says, as he scrolls through them for me to see on another phone. " I am going to keep in touch and if you respond when I call you, I will delete one photo until I have zero." He says with a smirk. "That's not fair," I protested, "this was supposed to be a one-and-done deal," I yell out. As the man walks away, he replies, "I apologize, ma'am, that was my intention as well. The pictures were a backup in case you try to be slick and I was gonna delete them as soon as we were done, but I didn't anticipate your pussy feeling so good."

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