More from Sage

• Celina and her mother Elena’s Husband Anthony

  January 18, 2026

  Diary Entry – June 15th

  Tonight, I can hardly believe what happened. It’s like a dream, but the evidence of what we did is still fresh on my skin. I’m devastated, yet strangely excited by the forbidden thrill of it all.

  Last summer before college, I returned home to find my stepfather, Anthony, more present than ever. Of course, I had known him since I was a kid, but somehow, this summer I started seeing him differently. He’s handsome, successful, and oh-so-male. I noticed the way his eyes craved me when I walked by, the way his gaze lingered on my curves. It scared and thrilled me at the same time.

  When My mom Elena left for her trip, Anthony and I were alone in the house. I was lounging in my room, browsing through social media, when I decided to take a peek at his bedroom door. Curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly pushed open the door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the blinds.

  And there he was, sprawled out on Elena’s king-sized bed, completely naked. My breath caught in my throat as I took in his chiseled abs, the trail of dark hair leading down to his erect cock. I had never seen a man’s body so up close before, and the sight took my breath away. Before I could react, I heard a groan and realized he had fallen asleep.

  In a daze, I crept closer, my fingers trailing along the sheets as I approached him. I had never given oral sex before, but the opportunity was too tempting to pass up. I knelt between his legs, my eyes locked on his member, and leaned in to take him in my mouth. The taste of his skin was foreign but not unpleasant, and I found myself growing more comfortable with each stroke of my tongue.

  Lost in the moment, I didn’t hear Anthony stirring until he groaned loudly, startling me. I pulled back, gasping for air, and that’s when I saw his eyes flutter open, focusing on me. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.

  Then, to my surprise, Anthony reached for me, pulling me down onto the bed on top of him. He flipped me over, pinning me beneath his powerful frame. I felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement as he spread my legs and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was skillful, lapping at my clit with a hunger that made me tremble.

  Before I could process the intimacy of the moment, Anthony rolled us over again, entering me in one smooth thrust. The stretch was intense, but he gave me a moment to adjust before starting to move. His cock was thick and hard, filling me completely as he pounded into me with a rhythm that sent shockwaves through my body.

  I had never been fucked like this before, and the raw, animalistic pleasure was overwhelming. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, as he pistoned in and out of me with increasing urgency. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

  Anthony’s grunt of pleasure told me he had reached his climax, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, holding me tight as he spilled his seed. I felt his warmth filling me, and it pushed me over the edge as well. I came hard, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

  As we lay there, panting and spent, I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for our relationship moving forward. Was this a one-time mistake, or a sign of something more forbidden to come? Would my mother Elena find out? I didn’t have the answers, but for now, all I could focus on was the afterglow lingering between my thighs and the weight of Anthony’s body still pressing against mine.

  This entry ends here, but the consequences and developments will certainly continue to unfold in the coming days. Until next time…

• Jeanne Lamonica is Caught at a Strip Club

  January 13, 2026

  Dear Diary,

  I still can’t believe what happened last night. I’ve always had a secret desire to strip, to shake my hips and make men drool. So when I discovered that naughty little club on the outskirts of town that caters to older folks like me, I just had to give it a try.

  I arrived at the club early, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. I slipped into the champagne-colored sequined dress that hugged my curves in all the right places and headed backstage. The other women were all ages, shapes, and sizes, but we were all united by our need to let loose and embrace our inner vixens.

  As I took the stage for the first time, I felt a rush of adrenaline. The music pulsed, the lights flashed, and I began to move. My hands trailed down my body as I swayed to the beat, my hips undulating in a sultry rhythm. The men leered and whistled, their eyes devouring every inch of my purple-clad body.

  I lost myself in the moment, dipping and twirling, my dress riding up to reveal my lace panties. I could feel the heat of the stage, the throb of the music in my blood. It was intoxicating, liberating.

  Just as I was hitting my stride, a familiar voice echoed through the club. “Mom?”

  I froze, my eyes scanning the crowd. And then I saw him – Anthony, my son, standing in the doorway with a client of his. The man’s eyes were glued to me, but it was Anthony’s gaze that held mine captive.

  I felt a flood of mixed emotions – shock, embarrassment, and a hint of something else, something dark and forbidden. Anthony had always been a bit of a strange boy, with an intense focus on his work and an unsettling obsession with me. But this… this was beyond anything I could have imagined.

  Anthony approached the stage, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mom, can I have a lap dance?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

  I hesitated, my mind racing. A part of me wanted to say no, to protect both of us from this taboo encounter. But another part, the part that had brought me to this club in the first place, was thrilled by the prospect.

  I nodded, and Anthony led me off the stage and into a private room. The door closed behind us, and suddenly we were alone, the sounds of the club muffled by the thick walls.

  Anthony sat on the couch, his eyes boring into mine. “You look incredible, Mom,” he said, his voice dripping with desire. “I’ve always wanted you.”

  I felt a shiver run down my spine as he reached out and traced a finger along my thigh. “Anthony, we can’t… this is wrong,” I protested, even as my body responded to his touch.

  But he just smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. “Just a little dance, Mom. Let me taste you, feel you against me.”

  I knew I should resist, but I couldn’t. As Anthony pulled me onto his lap, I felt a surge of pleasure mixed with a touch of guilt. His hands roamed my body, kneading my breasts, sliding down to grip my ass.

  “I’ve always dreamed of fucking you, Mom,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Teaching you everything I know.”

  I gasped as he pushed me up against the wall, his cock hard against my thigh. “Anthony, please… we can’t do this,” I pleaded, even as I rocked against him, my panties soaked with desire.

  But he just grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Yes, we can, Mom. We fucking will.”

  And then he was inside me, his cock stretching me, filling me, as he claimed me with a intensity that left me breathless. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting his thrusts, lost in the heat and the passion.

  As we rocked together, I felt a sense of freedom, of release. All the pent-up desires, the secret fantasies, were finally being fulfilled. And despite the guilt, despite the taboo nature of our encounter, I couldn’t deny the pleasure, the excitement, the sheer ecstasy of it all.

  In the end, we collapsed on the couch, panting and satisfied. Anthony stroked my hair, his eyes filled with a deep affection and a hint of something darker.

  “I love you, Mom,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

  “I love you too, son,” I replied, my heart swelling with a mix of pride, shame, and something else, something primal and unspoken.

  As we left the club together, our arms around each other, I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface of our twisted little family. But for now, I was content to bask in the afterglow of our forbidden tryst, to savor the thrill of living out my deepest, darkest desires.