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When the Mood Strikes Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-06-01 05:30:00 +0000 UTC ***This story is completely fictitious. None of these characters are real and none of the events ever happened*** ***I do accept commissions on stories if you wish to contact me directly, either by KiK Messenger at MissedFives or Email at MissedFives@Gmail.com. All of the Story Arcs can be extended as well and I DO take requests if you want specific things to happen. These stories are 100% my works of art. That being said, please enjoy what I have created so far and don't forget to leave some love (Likes). Let me know in quotes what part of the story made you cum (Comments). I'd really like that.*** ***This story includes: Cuckolding, Pedophilia, Incest, Public Bathroom, Rape, Violence I travel to my local park a lot in order to people watch, specifically looking at all of the stay at home moms. This neighborhood hosts many rich families that sport around in their fancy kid strollers. Moms that married rich men and have no other real purpose other than looking pretty and taking care of the family. Spreading their legs for the man to put babies in them… spending his money in order to try and prove that they are better than the others that are doing exactly the same. It’s silly really. It’s all a competition between some of the moms here. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they are all very attractive… but no one woman is hotter than the other. Just different. If I fucked the one I thought was the hottest… she would no longer be the hottest. The next hottest that I hadn’t slept with would take first place. So on and so forth. I enjoyed people watching here though, listening to them chat on about things they own and stuff they do. I’m not even sure if any of these women really like each other here… just tolerate and compete. Putting on their fake smiles and giving hollow praise for each others’ children. Like accessories. Like pets. Some of these women speak of their children in ways that disgust me. As if they were commodities. “Look at my baby in the dress I bought.” “Check out my son’s new shoes I got him.” Then it would open up a long conversation about the material item and not of the child itself. I sat far enough away from the playground as to not draw suspicion to myself. A grown man sitting at the park observing mothers and their children would be grounds for someone calling the cops. Not today I thought, definitely not today. I had plans. I had been noticing over the past couple of months that there was this specific mother I had extra disdain for. Jogging around in her tight sports clothes but never enough to actually ruin her perfect hair or makeup. Pushing one of those fancy $600 speed strollers. She would look down at the other mothers from the tip of her nose… as if she was better than all the rest and did not feel as if she needed to compete. I know this makes me sound as if I was a hypocrite. Saying that she wasn’t competing with the other women… but it was because she thought she had already won. This bothered me. She was the one that needed to be taught a lesson. She was my target today. I waited patiently as she always followed the same schedule. It was always later in the afternoon when she was out fake jogging with her baby. She wanted to be seen but she did not want to interact. I followed her a couple of times already. Always in ways that didn’t seem like I was. Seeing which route she took on her way past and then from which direction she came back. Smelling her expensive perfume… it lingered for so long after… It beckoned me… it was her scent… her special and unique scent. I had figured out that she always took her route past this one run down public bathroom that no one ever went to. It was off the beaten trail and honestly, I was shocked that I had never found it before. Here I was, hidden in the brush… waiting for her to arrive. At this secret location. Part of me thought it was poetic. I picked this day because of the obvious reason… It was Mother’s Day… and I wanted to celebrate it with her. As I waited there, I imagined that she might not show up on this day. Pulling out my knife, I looked at myself in the reflection. Should I just masturbate here in the bushes and call it a day? I exhaled unsteady onto my knife causing it to fog up… pressing the flat side against my tongue, I felt myself gag slightly. I was getting agitated. I wanted this yet at the same time didn’t. It was going to be her own god damn fault if she shows up today I agreed. I felt my body react to this conviction as my guts began to stir and my body became aroused. Breathing almost entirely out of my mouth, I waited. My heart rate feeling like it was slowing to a stop… I waited. ...and that’s when she showed up. She showed up! I thought to myself. My agitation turning into a glee for a moment. The smile on my face and spirits raised high as if I got exactly what I wanted for my birthday! She is here… I watched as she pushed her stroller to the door and parked it with the safety breaks. Her attire looked so expensive. Top name brand sports clothing… her hair done up in a way that looks like she was attending a gala… makeup as if done by a professional. “Who wears makeup when they work out?” I whispered to myself as my frown reappeared and my mood changed. I was getting ready. The violent stir inside of me as I watched her take her baby out of the stroller and carry her inside this bathroom. She was inside and out of sight as I rushed from out of the brush as fast as I could without making a sound! Crouching low, I made my way to the wall right outside of the entry way. Pressing my back against it, I held my knife taught. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I was about to rush inside when... she came back out! I froze. She didn’t see me as she walked a short straight line out of the doorway. She was looking through her purse I realized as she took something out and put it up to her mouth. A cigarette. Disgusting I thought to myself as I had yet another reason to dislike this woman. I stared at her back as she lit the cigarette and took a singular drag. I realized that I was holding my breath… breathing in through my nose quietly and slowly… She turned. In mid drag of her cigarette she froze. I froze. Time froze. And then it suddenly unfroze as I struck down with all of my might hitting her square in the jaw, twisting her head to the side. I saw as her eyes went blank and she crumpled up on the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. My breathing went out of control as I felt the adrenaline pump straight into my heart! I looked around and quickly picked her up from under her arm pits to drag her into the bathroom. Taking her inside, her feet dragged along the dirt. She was much lighter than I thought she was going to be. Inside was a grungy public trail bathroom… missing tiles and moss growing everywhere. No active lights since the fading sunlight was all we had to work with. No door to close as I settled into what I came here to do. There was no turning back now. Pulling this woman towards her child that I noticed was strapped down to a public changing table… I placed her against the wall near it… It was time. I let go of the woman and stood up. My prey was helpless in front of me now… My prey… which was her 6 month old daughter. I reached forward as my heart rate slowed. Calmed itself. We had time now I thought as I allowed my hands to explore her dress. Her expensive dress… I unbuckled her from the table that was laid out vertically in front of me as if it was an offering. She had a diaper cover on which I pulled off of her and underneath, I discovered, was a full diaper. My brain changed for a second to what you are supposed to do with a soggy diaper. Change it of course. I unlatched both sides and pulled the mass out from under her laying it on her belly. Her legs opened up to reveal a perfectly smooth and plump baby cunny. Looking around, I grabbed some baby wipes from out of the unconscious mother’s purse and began to clean this baby. Wiping up and down the side of her cunny… down the backs of her thighs… along her baby bum hole. I lifted the 6 month old girl off the table by grabbing both of her ankles with one hand, carefully placing one finger in between so that I didn’t hurt her. Wiping around her backside, I gently placed her down and tossed the wipes to the ground. It was around this moment that I noticed the mother begin to stir as she began to slowly wake up and look around the room. I took the knife back out and grabbed the mother by the throat… As she came fully to and realized the situation she was in, I held the knife to my lips as if I was shushing her. Letting go of her throat, I pointed the knife at the baby and made sure she understood. She stayed still sitting on the ground by the changing table not bothering to close her mouth out of fright. I placed the knife on the opposite side of the 6 month old and allowed my fingers to caress her soft skin. Now that this whore of a mother was watching, I felt even more determined. Her mouth stayed open as if wanting to say something but frozen in fear. My fingers trailed this baby’s slit as I ran it up and down… traveling lower in order to include her bottom in the fun. Up and down I went until finally… I pushed my index finger hard into this 6 month old girl’s butt hole. Her mother squeaked out loud at the sight as I immediately pulled out my finger, grabbed the soggy diaper, and shoved it into her mouth to keep her quiet. “Bit down and shut up.” I demanded as I watched her tear up and do as I commanded. Small trails of fluids poured out of the sides of the diaper as the mother settled back down. I was so unbelievably aroused. I just had to progress to the next stage. I grabbed my cock and squeezed. It felt like it was going to rip right through the front of my pants. Freeing it, it burst forth as my zipper came down. Spitting into my hand, I lubed my cock up and got back into position. This was what I needed. This was what I wanted. I pressed against her tiny bum hole as my lubed up cock head made it’s way deeper and deeper into her. When I made it past the ring of my cock head, I exhaled strongly knowing that I was going to blow the largest load of my life. As her mother witnessed this she made a slight move but did not drop the diaper from her mouth. I quickly grabbed the knife that I laid next to the baby and stabbed the wall with it getting it deeply lodged inside the plastic of the changing table. Her mother twitched and settled back down. Turning my attention back to the 6 month old, I began to pull my cock out and push it back into her. Fucking this little one’s ass filling me with such bliss… I could no longer imagine my life without it. Going harder and harder with each thrust, soon I was actively pounding this baby directly into the table. My hands focused on her tiny hips as I gripped her and laid into her with renewed fervor. “I’m cumming.” I stated as I rocked my head back and felt the streams spurt after spurt into this tight space. Switching my right hand to wildly rubbing her baby clit with my thumb, I felt the friction as her body was not wet from my actions. I felt my climax coming to a close as my limp cock was pushed out from her. Grabbing it and slapping her cunny with it, the last of my cum splashed onto her. I shook my floppy cock in the direction of the woman on her knees. “Suck.” I commanded as she crawled slowly towards me and let the diaper fall out of her mouth. I could see how wet her mouth was. She must have been biting down harder and harder onto this used up diaper during my action. “Please…” she began as I yelled at her again to “SUCK!” She took my cock into her mouth and began to suck as hard and as deep as she possibly could. Her eyes locked into mine. Underneath me… even though my cock was limp… I still felt powerful. I reached down and pulled out one of her tits. She kept sucking without pause. My other hand was placed on the 6 month old’s belly, holding her in place. I couldn’t believe it… this whore was pulling a second orgasm out of me with her enthusiasm. Sucking her own daughter’s ass off my cock… Fuck… I couldn’t hold it back anymore as I recoiled a second climax and began to cum into her mouth saying “Happy Mother’s Day Bitch.” She didn’t stop until she could feel my cock stop pulsing. That was actually some pretty quality head I thought to myself… no wonder Dad chose her. My cock came out of her mouth as she finished what she tried to say earlier. “Please, I won’t tell your father. Just let me take your sister and…” “Half-sister!” I yelled out as I grabbed the knife and pulled it back out of the wall. “Now clean her! With your mouth!” I yelled again. “Please.” she begged “NOW!” I screamed! My step mother’s face went into my sister’s 6 month old cunny and began to eagerly lap and lick up my cum. Using her tongue to gather it up, she closed her mouth around the load and took it into her mouth. Swallowing, she went to tonguing my baby sister’s used butt hole as I waved the knife at her. “You will both do what I say, when I say it. Forever! Do you understand!” I yelled. “Yes…” my step mother sobbed as I grabbed my cock with my free hand and squeezed. I was getting hard again. I felt even stronger than before. Hard. I needed pussy. This was why I was unsatisfied I thought… I needed pussy. My step mother’s? Or my 6 month old sister’s? Which should I destroy?
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MissedFives
Just clicked on one and it worked. You do understand that I am a writer and that I post stories right? Only "Too Drunk" was turned into a video.
No not letting .e watch any videos
MissedFives
The art should all be available on FanBox and pixiv
Can't access any art work why not?
MissedFives
Not yet but you can commission me if you’d like 🥰
Ray
Is there a PT 2 yet ?
