(NOTE: This prompt contains mother/son incest. If this is a limit for you, I apologize!)

“Alright, ladies, you have two weeks to succeed in your mission! I look forward to sharing some juicy stories with you over some wine at my house!

"Good luck!"

Shelly Maurer took one last look over the body of her email, then clicked ‘Send.’

The email was the culmination of weeks’ worth of effort to find women like her: middle-aged, attractive and interested in entering a casual sexual relationship with a younger man—more specifically, their own sons.

Shelly was 45 and divorced with one son, a college sophomore named Michael. She wasted no time in reinventing herself after her split from her husband was finalized. She frequently visited the gym, changed her hairstyle and upgraded her wardrobe to make herself more alluring to younger men.

It didn’t take her long to find one, as she ran into Michael’s best friend Dylan at the gym one day. A brief conversation turned into an eventual coffee date, and light flirtation during that date turned into Shelly riding Dylan in the back of her Jeep nearly an hour later.

The two would fuck on a somewhat regular basis going forward; Shelly would find errands for Michael to run in order to get him out of the house, while Dylan would somehow find excuses not to be able to hang out with his best friend.

However, as the weeks went on, Shelly started to get bored. Sure, Dylan was a good lay and a decent guy, but she wanted more excitement. That excitement came in the form of the young man that she raised, the young man who slept just down the hall from her every night.

After sending the email, Shelly looked down toward Dylan, whose head was nestled between her legs, his tongue darting in and out of her mature pussy. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back.

“Do you think Mikey would fuck me?” she asked curiously.

“What?” he asked after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you serious?”

She paused for a moment, then pulled his head between her legs once more.

“Never mind,” she said. Maybe it was better to keep her mouth shut.

Heather Black saw the email notification pop up on her phone and took a moment to read Shelly’s note. After scanning over it, she deleted the email, locked her phone and let out a deep sigh.

If this didn’t work, she wouldn’t know what else to do.

Heather wasn’t actually sexually attracted to her son, Ethan—at least she didn’t think she was. But after years of prodding Ethan to go out, have a social life and meet women instead of sitting in front of the TV playing video games, she felt she had to take drastic measures.

As Ethan reached high school and eventually college, Heather and her husband David noticed the same troubling trend. Ethan would get up, go to class, come home, eat dinner and then retreat to his room for the evening. He didn’t attend a single Homecoming dance or prom. He showed no interest in joining any social clubs or organizations in his freshman year at college. Was he a virgin? Heather assumed he was, but she wasn’t sure since Ethan rarely opened up to her.

Ethan was a good-looking guy, and Heather hated that he was wasting the prime of his life in front of the TV. She figured if she fucked him and made him see what he could be getting in the ‘real world,’ she’d be able to get him out of the God damned house. Her logic was incredibly twisted, but what other option did she have at this point?

Christine Hankins had her older son, Tyler, to thank for her receiving Shelly’s email.

At the reception following Tyler’s wedding just a few months before, Christine discovered she had an admirer. No, it wasn’t one of the guests or even her own husband—it was her younger son, Adam. She first noticed Adam checking her out during the traditional mother-son slow dance she shared with Tyler. It carried on into the evening, as Adam made a point to ask his mother for a dance near the end of the night. While they slowly swayed to the music, Adam told Christine she smelled incredible and looked even better.

Christine struggled to sleep that evening. Her own son had made a pass at her, and even worse, had he been even more direct with his advances, she didn’t think she would’ve said no.

She thought things would return to normal in the coming days and weeks, but they didn’t. Adam continued to interject little flirty comments as they made small talk, and Christine caught him looking her over several times. Strangely, she began to welcome and like the attention. Soon, she found herself returning his advances with some of her own.

Christine read Shelly’s email and grinned. She hardly needed two weeks to get Adam. The better question was: what all could they do in those two weeks?

She planned on having plenty of stories to tell.

Diane Wilhelm read every word of Shelly’s email twice, then set her phone face down on the arm of the couch. She looked over to her husband, who was watching TV.

Was she making a mistake?

Almost immediately after sending her initial email of interest to Shelly, Diane felt this pang of regret. She was 55 years old. What man half her age would ever be interested in her sexually, let alone Danny? She felt she should be focusing on improving her marriage rather than telling strangers she may be interested in fucking her son.

But the truth was, she couldn’t.

Her husband was a decent guy and their marriage was just…OK. Despite that, Diane knew they did a terrific job in raising their only son. Danny was sweet, smart and handsome. As Danny got older, Diane told him countless times that any woman would be lucky to have him.

Not surprisingly, one eventually did, as Danny was engaged and set to marry his high school sweetheart the following year. While Diane was ecstatic and genuinely liked Megan, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of Megan for getting something she could never receive.

As she lazily followed her husband’s gaze to the TV, Diane could see two weeks of sleepless nights on the horizon. One side of her wanted to write back to Shelly, say this was a mistake and carry on as if nothing ever happened. But the other side of her wanted to feel desired again, even if it came at the expense of her marriage…and her son’s engagement.

Hello, DPP!

First, I want to thank the mods for this most recent theme, which gave me the inspiration for this prompt!

I’m looking for a female partner to write the stories of these four incestuous trysts. I’d like to set this up with the four women meeting up at Shelly’s house, with each describing how their attempts at seduction succeeded. Each ‘story’ would actually be an RP scene in itself, if that makes sense (I’m happy to try to explain further if it doesn’t!) From there, we could explore writing an epilogue to each relationship. Maybe for one or more of the moms, the fling was just a one-time thing, while for the others, it could still be ongoing!

Please be open to discussing storyline ideas for each of the couples prior to starting. Also, I am not married to any of the names written in the intro, so if you’d like to change any or all of them, please let me know!

I’d love to know your kinks and limits and any preferences you may have in the sons’ physical appearances. I am more than happy to tailor the guys to how you’d like them to look, and I can provide some suggestions on how I would like the women to look! (The moms range in age from 43-55.)

Thanks for reading, and I look forward to writing with you soon!