Charles Smythe's Adult Stories

Living Dangerous

Part-1-of-3

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Their holiday in Galveston had been arranged to take their minds off the tragic car crash that had robbed Melissa of her husband and Collin of his father. Felix Smith had been on his way home from work when the runaway articulated truck first rammed his car and then just reduced it to a hopeless mess of glass, metal, and flames. Somewhere inside was what was left of Felix’s body. The Police said they had never seen a wreck as bad and identification in the normal way was impossible. The coroner was finally able to identify Felix’s body through his dental records.

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Living Dangerous

Part-1-of-3

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Their holiday in Galveston had been arranged to take their minds off the tragic car crash that had robbed Melissa of her husband and Collin of his father. Felix Smith had been on his way home from work when the runaway articulated truck first rammed his car and then just reduced it to a hopeless mess of glass, metal, and flames. Somewhere inside was what was left of Felix’s body. The Police said they had never seen a wreck as bad and identification in the normal way was impossible. The coroner was finally able to identify Felix’s body through his dental records.

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Training Mom

Part-5-of-7

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“I was thinking about how no one else has ever made me feel the way you do. It feels so right to have your body pressed against mine. Don’t you think so?”
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“Yes, I do,” she replied, her eyes twinkling once again. “But I was more interested in just being with you and spending this kind of time with you than I was with actually thinking about how it felt. I have the rest of my life to think about it. It’s much more fun to just let myself go and enjoy all the things I’ll get to do with you.”
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“Oh, really now? And just what were you planning to do with your baby boy, mother dear? Were you going to suck his hard cock with your hot little mouth?”
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“Mmmm! Yeah. I’d love to wrap my lips around that sweet cock and suck all that yummy cum out of your virile young balls.”
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“That’s good, mother. Because that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” I replied. Then I cupped her pussy and whispered hotly in her ear. “Before the day’s over I’m going to make you beg me to fuck this hot little pussy.”
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“Oh god, you’re making me so hot. Gawd, where’d you learn to talk to a woman like that?” she asked, whimpering with desire.
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“I just go with my heart, Mom. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock like a good little slut.”
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“God yes,” she happily cried excitedly as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her soft hand around my rock hard shaft. She licked her lips and admired all 7-inches of her only son’s impressive cock as she slowly slid it into her hungry mouth. She gave another whimper of pleasure as the head slid over her wildly swirling tongue. She cupped my ass gently and pulled me even closer so she could take my thick cock down her tight, wet throat. I gasped in surprise, and then moaned deeply as she swallowed repeatedly.
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The feelings that she was giving me were exquisite. I could definitely see why things got so loud when she was having sex with dad. Any man would make a lot of noise if they had someone as talented as my Mom pleasuring them. I looked down at her and saw that she’d been watching me. Her eyes danced happily at seeing how much pleasure she was giving me. She winked at me, and then slowly pulled her mouth back along my shaft until only the head was still in her mouth.
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I started to gasp again, but it died in my throat as she eagerly bobbed her mouth up and down on my cock, as her tongue dance hungrily over every inch of it that she could reach. I moaned loudly as her hand cupped my balls and gently rolled them around in the palm of their hand. My cock twitched suddenly and I knew that I was getting close to cumming. She must have felt it, too, because she sucked even harder and tugged gently on my balls.
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That’s all it took to push me over the edge. Almost frantically, I grabbed her hair tightly in both hands and roughly fucked her mouth for several long strokes. Then I screamed in pleasure as I cummed. As my balls erupted, I pulled my cock back so that I could flood her mouth with the cum that she so badly wanted. With a loud moan, she opened her mouth wide to capture every drop of my precious fluid.
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When I’d finished and had calmed down, I told her not to swallow. Then I slowly pulled my cock out, and then gently rubbed my glistening cock all over her face. When I was done, I told her to go ahead and swallow my cum, every drop of my come, but not to touch what was on her face without permission. I wanted to remember this, so I grabbed my camera from the table next to the chair and took a few pictures of her.
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She started to protest, but I shoved my cock back in her mouth and told her to be quiet. She looked like she was going to get angry, so I reminded her that she was a slut and that she was just a pussy for me to fuck whenever I felt like it. I told her that she was here for my pleasure and reminded her that she’d gone too long without a man showing her what her proper place was. As I told her this, I rocked my hips back and forth gently, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth.
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She submissively started concentrating on sucking my cock and I struggled not to moan in pleasure as she did it. All the time she sucked my cock, she shook her head from side to side. She was obviously trying to deny my words, but her talented mouth wrapped around my hard cock was proving that I was right.
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“Mmmm. That feels so good, Mom, you’re making me hard again. It looks like I was right about you being a slut and about you needing to be controlled completely. I’m right, aren’t I, Mom?”
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I slowly pulled my cock out and held it a few inches in front of her mouth. She leaned forward to take it back in her mouth, but I pulled it further away. She sighed in frustration and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Please let me suck your cock. I need it so badly. I love sucking cock, but yours is the best I’ve ever had. I can’t get enough of it. Please, Jimmy! I’ll do anything you want! Just give me more of your cock!”
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“Excuse me please, who?” I asked, stepping back. “And you haven’t answered my earlier question.”
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“Please, sir? May I suck your lovely cock again?”
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“Do you really need it that badly, Mom? Would you really do anything to get my cock back in your mouth?”
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“Yes! Oh, gawd, yes!”
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“Then answer my question. Are you a slut?”
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“Yes, sir! I’m a slut! Your own mother is a nasty slut!”
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“Mmmm. Good girl.” I replied, taking a step closer to her. “Do you need to be controlled completely?”
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“God, I don’t want to admit it, but yes. I need to be controlled and owned totally. I need to be owned and controlled by you. I need to be my son’s bitch. Please make me your bitch, sir.
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“Good, then get your ass on that bed, slut. Now!”
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“Yes sir.”
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Training Mom

Part-1-of-7

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The divorce had been finalized the previous week and we had just finished moving our things into the new house. Mom and I had decided that we needed to get as far away from dad as we could. So we used the money she’d gotten from the settlement to buy a house in another state. My dad, Dr. Jim Lang, is one of the best heart surgeons in the United States. Which means that he has one of the highest salaries of anyone in his field.
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So, obviously, the settlement Mom got from him was more than enough for us to live on for quite a while. Mom was even able to do what she’d always dreamed of doing since she was a kid. Mom loves animals and she’s always dreamed of owning her own farm. So, with the money the courts made dad give us, she bought a hundred acres of farmland in a small town in Kentucky. The huge barn had seen better days, but that could be fixed with a little hard work. But the house was my favorite part of the whole package.
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I don’t know much about houses, so I couldn’t begin to guess what style it was. It had three floors, a huge porch that wrapped all the way around the house, an enormous basement, and a very spacious two-car garage. The garage seemed to be a recent addition because I could tell that the house had been around for at least a hundred years. It was completely white except for the black shutters and roof.
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The people who sold us the farm didn’t throw in any animals to go with it, so Mom had to do a lot of calling around to find someone who’d sell us what we needed. Which means that it was left to me to make sure that the house got cleaned, all the boxes got unpacked, and everything was put away. I even had to fix dinner because Mom spent most of the day out of the house.
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She’d already found a really good job working as an assistant at the local doctor’s office. Mom had been a registered nurse at the hospital my dad worked at before the divorce. That’s where she’d first met and fell in love with my dad all those years ago. I came along a couple of years after they got married. They seemed so happy when I was growing up.
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But that was before Mom found out dad had been cheating on her with every young nurse that walked into that hospital. It seemed to be a sport for him. The moment he learned there would be a new nurse coming to work there, he’d do everything in his power to seduce them. From what I’d heard, he’d slept with every single nurse who’d worked there for the last ten years.
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You’d think that he’d have slipped up at some point. You know, accidentally calling out the wrong name while they fucked or forgetting he had some woman’s lipstick on his collar. But he was very careful to not leave any signs of his misdeeds where Mom could find them.
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However, he didn’t count on his latest conquest having a big mouth. The stupid bitch actually bragged about fucking my dad in front of my Mom. Well, that was the last thing she bragged about for quite a while. The moment the words were out of her mouth, Mom knocked her out with a wicked right cross. From what I heard Mom tell her sister, the woman ended up with a broken jaw and had been forced to eat through a straw for several months.
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My Mom is one lady that you should never make mad. She may not look very strong, but I’ve seen her knock even my dad on his ass after he pissed her off. And dad isn’t a small man by any means. He stands 6-foot 4, weighs about 265 lbs., and is solid muscle. My dad loves to work out and his body is a living testament to that fact. He even had a personal gym built in his basement so he wouldn’t have to drive to the one in town every time he wanted to work out.
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But that’s all behind us now. We’re far away from him and I hope we never see or hear from him again. I never could understand why he felt the need to cheat on Mom. I mean, Mom is one of the most ravishing creatures I’ve ever laid my eyes on. She’s 5-foot 8, weighs 135 lbs., and has 36C breasts. She has curves in all the right places and her body doesn’t show the slightest hint of sagging.
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At 36-years old, Mom has the body that most women would die for. If I didn’t already know how old she was, I would’ve guessed that she was about 10- years younger than she actually was. If I’d been dad, I’d have stayed home as much as possible and fucked Mom every chance I got. I’d have treated her like a queen and shown her just how sexy I really think she is.
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In fact, if I weren’t her 18-year-old son, I’d show her all the things I’d love to do to her. She’d never want for anything as long as I lived. I’d do my best to keep her completely satisfied in all ways. I’d fulfill all of her sexual fantasies and be the most loving partner she’s ever had. She’d never think of my dad or what he did to her ever again.
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I can’t count the times that I’ve lain awake at night listening to them having sex. Even though I couldn’t see exactly how they were doing it, I still imagined what it looked like when they fucked each other. And from what they said to each other during sex, I had a hunch that my suspicions were correct. I could just picture Mom on her hands and knees with dad’s cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.
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His hand would be entwined in her hair and her head would be pulled back as he pounded his huge cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Her breasts would bounce with every hard thrust as she pushed back to get even more of him inside her. He would call her all sorts of names while he fucked her and would make her beg him for more. Their last time together will always be ingrained in my memory, as it was the most exciting one of all. Well, the most exciting one for me that is.
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I had just come home from my date with the head cheerleader and was about to take a shower when I heard them in their bedroom. So, with a wicked grin on my face, I snuck into my room and stripped out of my clothes. Hearing Mom and dad fucking always turned me on and I couldn’t resist stroking my cock while listening to them. Plus, with the fact that my date didn’t let me fuck her tonight, I couldn’t help imagining myself in there instead of dad.
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I was shocked at first that I could have those thoughts about my own mother. Then I figured that all boys probably develop an attraction to his mother. I suppose that guys are naturally attracted to their mother from birth. She is the first person that a guy bonds with because she was the one to nurture him. She feeds him either by bottle or breast and she changes him when he craps in his diaper and she warms him and cools him. It’s also natural that he is jealous of anyone that comes between her and him. So, I figured, as long as no one found out, it wouldn’t be wrong to picture myself fucking her. Besides I’d never really do that with someone I was related to. After all, having any type of sex with your family is wrong as well as being highly illegal. So, pushing the thoughts of how wrong it was out of my mind, I pressed my ear to the wall separating our two bedrooms and listened.
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“Yeah, that’s it, slut. Ride my long, hard cock with your tight little pussy. You love having my thick cock in your horny pussy, don’t you, bitch?” Dad growled, as the wet sounds of their bodies slapping against each other drifted into my ears.

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The Whore

Part-1-of-1

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I’m not proud of a lot of things that I’ve done. I’m hoping, that they’re all behind me now but I don’t blame anyone who has their doubts. I have a reason for thinking that this second chance might turn things around for me; I’m in love.

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My name’s Cassandra and I’ve been in love too many times. My infidelities, lets just say that the short list of the ugliness is that I was a terrible wife and worthless mother. By the time my husband divorced me and took our 14-year old son Luke to live in Dallas I was 2-years deep in a coke habit. It’s a miracle that I didn’t end up dead. But I did end up homeless and on the street.
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For 2-months I lived and paid for my drugs by sleeping with strangers. That’s too clean sounding for such a dirty business: I fucked and sucked off strangers for money. Believe me there was no resemblance to ‘Pretty Woman’ either. I didn’t ply my trade in an expensive hotel. Occasionally it was in a sleazy by the hour or if I was lucky, a car. More often than not it was in an alley. I knelt on the filthy pavement in far too many dark alleys sucking strangers’ cocks for coke money. I never knew what was going to happen once I got into the alley. I’ve had johns that like to be rough, slap me around. I’ve been gang-raped and not paid. After being paid and the blowjob given, I’ve been beaten up and the money taken back. The only saving grace was that I was smart enough to insist on protection, but there was no protection from the humiliation.
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The miracle was Cathy, who took me in and helped me get cleaned up. She is more than the family I never had. It took me 2-years until I was in any kind of shape to even try and contact my son. When I did try, I made hundreds of phone calls from the California to Texas just to hear, “He’s not here” or “Call back tomorrow.”
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Cathy was my rock. She taught me not to expect too much and with her sound advice I finally got through to him. Over time my son, Luke and I were able to develop a loving long distance relationship. We wrote, called and e-mailed enough for me to say we know each other again.
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I’m not bitter at my ex-husband for keeping Luke away from me. He had no reason to believe I’d changed. When I first spoke to Luke, I could hear the anger of a son whose mother had abandoned him. But I was still his mother and thank God that was enough to keep him talking. It took over a year before he would say what I hadn’t heard since his childhood, “I love you mom.” I cried like a baby after I hung up.
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What I wasn’t prepared for was my reaction when we finally met again 5-years after he left. He came for a visit and to do some business for his father. Even though he’d sent me some pictures of himself, when he got off the plane, I saw the most beautiful face I’d ever seen on a man. Luke was only 19, but he looked like a GQ/model. Obvious, since he’s my son, he was a white male, a muscular 6-foot 3, 190 lbs, with wavy dark blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Before I’d even realized who he was, a line of electrical juice went through my belly. I hugged his firm body and he sat close to me in the taxi ride to his hotel. I wanted him to stay with Cathy and me but his father insisted otherwise.
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We’d planned outings to see all the typical tourist attractions and dinners at all the famous restaurants for the week that he would be here. I was beside myself with excitement, all kinds of excitement. I started beating myself up about it but the feelings wouldn’t go away. I told Cathy, “This is nuts but if I can’t talk to you I’m done. So here goes: I’ve gotten to love Luke all over again this last year because I see what a wonderful person he’s become. But seeing him in the flesh these last few days, I can’t get away from…shit…Cathy I’m physically attracted to him.”
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“Oh boy, Cassy honey you know I love you and I’m always here for you but you should think long and hard before you do anything about this. You know you haven’t been out with anyone in months and maybe that’s getting to you.”
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“I know Cathy, and you of all people know that’s not like me. I was always a sexual being, and in my stupidity that’s one of the reasons I ended up on the street, but I just haven’t been interested for the longest time, until now that is. I feel alive again; I’m thinking about him every hour of the day but I don’t want to screw things up with my son for the second time.”

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Un-Employed

Part-3-of-3

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He moved very gently at first but then he started to get really fired up. Before she knew it, Angie was demanding, “Ohhh… baby… honey… yessss… its feeling fucking god now… fuck me hard!”

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Un-employed

Part-2-of-3

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“Ohh shit Mom …I think that I’m going to …” Brock’s voice trailed off as his cock began to convulse. Angie leaned back, slipped a hand down and pulled the waistband of his shorts away from his body as he began to squirt cum.  Brock wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down harder against him.  
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When Angie felt his cream erupting between them she began to shudder as her own orgasm began to wrack her body. Her pussy was spasming in pleasure as he held her down tightly.
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“Fuck yeah baby… I’m cumming too”, she screamed.
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The couple’s orgasm finally subsided just as the song was ending. Angie leaned back looking down. She scooped up some of his male cum and rubbed it on her breasts before lifting them and licking them clean.
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“Whew… well baby, what did you think?” she asked as she tried to catch her breath.

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Un-Employed

Part-1-of-3

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Mother’s New Found Lover

Part-4-of-8

Justin’s surprise

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Mother’s New Found Lover

Part-1-of-8

Blind date

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