This is a fantasy by adults, for adults, and about adults.
Written by: cyran0hface
Voice by: Ava Savage
Tags: and Adult full time
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DISCLAIMER: (All characters are purely fictional and are over the age of 18. This is a lengthy and intimate exploration of the emotional and sexual awakenings of a romance between a mother and her son. Best experienced with headphones. This audio is strictly for entertainment and creative purposes. All characters are fictitious adult characters in fictional adult situations. All characters and relationships are strictly fictitious. By listening to this audio, you agree that you are over the age of eighteen years old and agree to these terms.
This is a slow-burn story that takes time. If you’re wanting a quickie, this isn’t for you. This is for those who savor a steady, gradual rise of longing between consenting adults who are mother and son.
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For centuries, sex and politics have shared the same bed. For a newly elected MAGA Mom, her golden-girl good looks has turned many heads in Washington DC. The old guard swoon after her, but it’s the eye of one young man that bests them all… her own son.
A die-hard MAGA Mom comes face to face with a forbidden romance that goes against everything she has publicly opposed and championed against. Privately, her Christian beliefs are shattered as unspoken words and neglected desires are finally exposed.
The long suppressed feelings and intimate thoughts are given their due, hurtling mother and son and this final taboo into the national spotlight. The media and social media lose their minds, but in the bedroom, the majority already know this to be true. Sides are drawn as the beginnings of true romance blossoms.
script by u/allie_dreamweaver *** "I guess I should be quieter, hey? I wonder what I could put in my mouth to stop me talking, hm?"
Corporate Spies Collide
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Undercover at a corporate tech summit, you have your eye on a hot piece of IP you intend to steal for select buyers. You ID'd one of your male competitors--a bit too slick for your taste--but as usual, no one has seen past your frumpy disguise. Stepping into your hotel suite, you're about to remove your wig when you realize you're not alone. He's got about a foot on you, but you have custom-made brass knuckles and the element of surprise, or so you think. You charge forward, weapon in one hand, the other fisted in a hammer strike at his nose, and.... Oh fuck....
