Take care of my needs first. Plan later.

The throbbing erection in my pants is demanding attention and I really don't care to ignore it. With the app I may never have to let my needs go unfulfilled ever again. I don't want to interrupt Rachel's special alone time, so that just leaves Mom on my list.

Sexy little MILF that she is. I grip my huge cock through my pants as I picture her as one of my sluts before I remember that I don't have to do this anymore. I whip out my phone and punch in some updates for mommy dearest.

Mary harbors secret fantasies of having sex with her son, John. She knows it is wrong and naughty but that's part of what makes it so exciting for her. She longs to misbehave, and taboo sex with her son is her main erotic fixation. She hides it well, and is resigned to keep this forbidden fantasy entirely to herself forever, but she knows deep down she wouldn't have the strength to stop herself if ever John were to bring her fantasy to life. She believes that he never would, but chases the secret thrill of showing off her body around him and teasing him in the perverse hope that maybe she might one day push him too far. The more depraved the fantasy, the better.

And enter.

I threw it together quickly, driven by my increasingly urgent need to get my dick wet.

"Mom!" I raise my voice, believing her to still be home somewhere. "Hey, Mom! Where are you?"