Knockonthedoor

The heat of the summer never dies with the sun. The tradeoff for a mild winter was always a brutal summer, and every year Sophie found herself praising the warm winter and cursing the hot summer. Still, without the egregious heat of the day, walking along with a cool night breeze had its own charm. Parked, nondescript cars lined the streets on either side, nearly as plentiful as the bars and restaurants that occupied the buildings on either side of the street. The occasional honk from an impatient driver and squeal of old breaks gave the lively city its own ambiance. Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

I hope you continue to write! This was a great start! I’m also guilty of enjoying MILF stories a ton and they’re aren’t many of them.

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"Ricky! Get over here, you've been nursing that thing for an hour!" "You're not getting him to do anything boss, he's union." "Oh, so he's lazy and overpaid? I don't care, get him on the line!" The heat of the mid-morning sun beat down on the hot road. Despite the lack of humidity, the layers of uniform that were required of each worker and the bodily stress and exertion required to dig through pavement was enough to give each man a sweat. Despite the work only needing three or four hands, eight stood, watching two work. "Like I was saying, I got a tat for every week we wer

I’m open to plenty of suggestions. Would others like to see this? if so, drop a like or send me a DM. Also any other suggestions for these characters is welcome. Either comment in this thread or send me a DM, anyone can suggest as much as they’d like

This has given me a great idea for a spin-off series. Will get to it as soon as I can. Thanks!

Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of even colder water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her by surprise this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?

Don’t forget to sue Sophie for filming you without consent

Silence wasn’t always common in the Freeland household, even less so around the dinner table. But for the moment, the two sisters and their mother sat without a word between them. The clinking of silverware and plates had taken over, and each of the present family members enjoyed, or at least tried to enjoy their mothers spaghetti. Rather than sit in silence, the girls mother spoke up “Have you decided what you’re going to do for senior skip day, Jessica?” Jessica finished chewing before answering “No. Not really. I might just hang around here.” “Well that’s not really fun. What

A/N: Quick one-off I thought up. Let me know how you like it. As always, feedback is not only welcome, but appreciated Pushing past the occasional family and other mall shoppers, Christina followed her sister Sophie towards the meeting spot. They stopped near a wall, a corner store to their right and a shoe store down the hall to the left. Behind them was a break in the wall that created a small alleyway towards the bathrooms. Christina didn’t notice her sister’s discreetly crossed legs, the only thought on her mind was hope that her sister would want to visit the restroom too. “Mom

I never knew why mom wouldn't let me go to her parties with Aunt Julie. But now that I'm 18, I guess I understand. The two of us were greeted by my Aunt and her Daughter in the nude, and soon my clothes followed, along with my mothers top and jeans. But the strangest thing happened as we were led to my Aunt's new art piece. She was explaining its history and luster when all of a sudden, I heard a loud splatter and felt the rug below me get very wet. Mom was peeing! I expected Aunt Julie to be mad, but she just started peeing too! Her bush hid nothing, and neither did the soaked car

Chapter 5 Ashlynn was the first to awake. Her eyes fluttered open, gently reintroducing her to the world. The hotel room was dark, but not unpleasant. After her mother had let her try some of her wine, Ashlynn had grown sleepy rather quickly. She wasn’t the only one. Her mother was still lightly snoring in the bed next to her, unaware that her daughter had woken up. Rolling over, Ashlynn checked the time on the digital clock beside the bed. It was a little before seven, and her mother had wanted to get a head start on the road. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen. Sighing and m

She hadn’t been 18 for a whole day yet and her life was already over. Her rapidly cooling, now piss-stained pants were still dripping as the last of her desperately held pee dribbled into them. Her older sister and mother turned and looked, their eyes locked into the scene of their sister and daughter, her piss soaked legs crossed, whimpering in the mall bathroom line. She could already hear the whispers and giggles of the other patrons, she could feel their burning stares. As her eyes welled up with tears, she saw her mother and sister glance at each other. Suddenly, the crotch of h

Her hot, sweaty nude body led the class into the crane position. Her bladder protested, and her tried muscles could no longer hold back the tea and water she had downed that morning. It was then, in front of her whole class, in front of all her clients, that she began to feel hot piss running out of her snatch and down her legs. It felt good in the moment, but the splattering noise of the yoga mat below her was an audible confirmation in her mind that her small yoga business had just embarrassingly failed. Then she heard another splattering sound. Peeking through her closed eyes, she

Yeah, I got yelled at for posting an altered version of one of my story’s. I used two spectate tags “mother” and “daughter” because it had a pee scene from them both. Got torn a part in the comments from people who wanted them to fuck. Anyway, here are some of my favorites. This author only has two stories, but I love their work! https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=7103387&page=submissions This one is also good if you like office ladies https://www.literotica.com/s/conference-call-12

Chapter 4 Music returned to the family car, with the two now more comfortable around each other, light conversation also ensued. It was less awkward than it had been, owing to the adventure the pair had shared throughout the day. The sun was starting to set, and Michelle had now been driving for quite sometime. The plan was to stop at a hotel they had made reservations for in a nondescript small town before resuming their travels in the morning. And the mother-daughter duo was now close to the little town in Virginia, close to the border between north and south. As their current conversat

Love the incorporation of the snow and season into the story. Well done!

Thanks! It was a little longer than I want most chapters to be, but at the same time, I think it hits on the ideas I want in the next few chapters. Michelle has plenty of stories and "techniques" to teach, and she and Ashlynn can bond in that way. Also, I think I can get the next chapter done by Wednesday, so expect the next installment around then

Chapter 3 A/N: Apologies in advance for any grammatical of spelling mistakes, I rushed this a bit. I still liked how it came out though, enjoy! As always, feedback is welcomed! Traffic was no better after the two had wet themselves, but it was much more bearable. Free from the pain of holding their bladders, and their bladders satisfied from the strain of the day, a feeling of contentment was oddly present in the sedan. The two were quiet as Ashlynn started to play around on her phone again. Michelle shifted in her seat. Her daughter was right, it wasn’t all that gross or disgus

I appreciate your understanding on the IRL stuff. At least it can't get much worse lol. Yeah, I like to think that some of Michelle's previous exploits will be a source of bonding between the two and that it'll give us a clearer picture of who she is/was as a person. Yeah, I've completely redone the overall story and how it plays out. Totally different from the other site. The next installment should be up by Friday!

Chapter 2 Ashlynn cried. She Wailed. On top of her embarrassment, she was angry. She could feel the splotches and clingy wetness on her leggings. She felt like an animal, forced to relive herself in front of her mother, because Michelle couldn’t be bothered to move off the toilet. Still, her mother’s embrace comforted her somewhat. Ashlynn didn’t want to jeopardize such a tight hug. Despite the moist sensation of her mother’s wet legs against her somewhat dry leggings, there was nothing like a mother’s embrace. She started to calm. If only to walk back to the car. As she took to the passe

Loved the wrap-around dialogue at the end! Good work on this!

Chapter 1 A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the

Mary-Ann wanted to cry. Her checks burned with embarrassment. She wanted to address Karenna but she couldn’t find the words. She turned to her protégé and could only muster a weak tone of voice “I..I…I’m sorry…” That was all she could utter Karenna’s mouth was agape in shock, attempting to stay modest, she covered it with her hand. The palatable tension and shock didn’t help Mary-Ann as she felt her eyes start to well up with tears. She tried to cool her burning cheeks with a quick fan of her left hand. In a defeated voice, she tried to gain some control of the situation. “I wa

I’m glad you picked up on a lot of the subtleties that I was trying for here. I wanted to maximize the embarrassment and give a decent enough reason for the wetting to occur. So I tried to imply Mary-Ann’s properness by her “following the rules” like wiping before the shower and such. Thank you for your kind words! I try to write the kinds of stories that I’d like to read, you know? I’ll have to check yours out at some point. You’ll start to see the divergence in this story around the start of chapter 4. Expect chapter 2 tonight!