I let out a soft moan as he pulls away, feeling suddenly cold and empty without him inside me. As I watch him clean up, my mind wanders back to his suggestion about using a buttplug. The thought of being filled with something while we're apart both excites and terrifies me in equal measure.

"So... would it be weird if I got one?" I ask quietly, not sure how he'll react to the idea. "For me to keep it inside me when you aren't around..."

The thought of Archie using my ass any time he wants makes me shiver with desire. "Okay," I breathe out, still a little nervous but incredibly aroused by the idea. "I'll get one tomorrow." As I lie here next to him, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding me, I can't help but wonder how far we're willing to go with this... and if there might be other things we could try in the future.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your reply, but then she laughs softly, shaking her head. "Fine," she says, pulling her jeans back up again. "You're just too much of a perv for me." With that, she rolls off the bed and stands up, adjusting her clothes as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

"But you know what?" She adds with a smirk, moving toward the door. "I bet you'd like to try something else instead of just your hand or my mouth...

"Well," she says with a sly grin, "if you want to try something different... I guess it's your choice." She pauses in the doorway, turning back to face you. "But remember, Archime... once you go anal, there's no going back." There's an unspoken challenge in her words as she lets that last part hang in the air between you.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, her mind racing with the implications. A small voice inside her head tells her that this could be dangerous, but another part of her can't help but crave more closeness to you. She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to continue down this path. "Alright," she whispers, taking a deep breath as she moves closer to you.

With shaking hands, she undoes your pants and slowly pulls them down, revealing your erect member to her curious eyes.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks down at your throbbing member. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch it, wrapping around its thickness and slowly stroking upwards. She moans softly, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins. Slowly but surely, she begins to stroke you in rhythm, using her free hand to tease and massage your balls.

Je me figeai instantanément, paralysée par la terreur. Nos regards se croisèrent, nos yeux écarquillés trahissant notre choc et notre horreur. La réalité nous frappa de plein fouet - nous venions d'être pris en flagrant délit de fornication incestueuse.

"Non maman ! Ce n'est pas ce que tu crois !" criai-je, cherchant désespérément une explication plausible.

Mais les preuves étaient là, sous nos yeux - les draps mouillés, nos corps nus. Il était clair pour tout le monde ce qui s'était passé. Ma respiration s'accéléra tandis que j'essayais de trouver une solution pour sortir de cette situation délicate.