Absolute Corruption

Jade Simmons was not a typical young woman. Well, in a sense, she liked to pretend she was—a good student, a good daughter, a good neighbor. But beneath that mask, her mind was always full of lewd thoughts. Sex, and everything tied to it, occupied her every idle moment. One could call her a slut, though not in the traditional sense. She didn’t have a roster of partners. Not yet, anyway.

She was very hot, and people—both male and female—naturally gravitated toward her. That constant attention only fed her hunger for more. Jade knew why men looked at her the way they did, and she knew the women noticed too. She thrived on it.

It wasn’t just the fantasies that drove her; she acted on them, in her own private ways. She wanted to be a proper cumslut. She wanted to be on her knees, servicing cocks, basking in the raw, filthy attention of men. She had even prepared herself for it. On countless nights she practiced her blowjob skills on her mom’s dildo, sneaking it from its drawer whenever she had the chance. Over the years she’d become skilled—her throat no stranger to swallowing those silicone cocks until her eyes watered.

All of it was for today. For this moment.

Because Jade had decided long ago: the day she turned eighteen, she would launch her own OnlyFans page.

And today was that day.

Her alarm blared, ringing insistently until she groaned and slapped it off. For a heartbeat she considered rolling back under the covers, but then it hit her. Her birthday. Eighteen. A milestone for anyone, but for Jade Simmons, it meant something more. She sat up, heart thudding with anticipation, sunlight spilling in through the thin curtains and catching on the posters taped to her walls. With a grin tugging at her lips, she kicked off the sheets and sprang to her feet.

Today, everything began.

Jade rushed out of her bedroom toward the kitchen, where she knew mom would be preparing breakfast for them. She lived with her parent, Johana and John. The place was a modest two-bedroom in a middle-class neighborhood. Basic needs were always met, but nothing extravagant.

On occasion, they treated themselves to dinners out, though those were reserved for special occasions. Johana was a classic housewife, content with her routines, while John was a researcher who spent much of his time away on trips to remote places—studying, documenting, doing whatever it was researchers did. Jade didn’t really know the details.

As she entered the kitchen, Johana turned to her with a bright smile.

“Happy birthday, Jade!” she said warmly, wrapping her in a tight hug.

Jade hugged her back. Her mom was undeniably attractive—brunette, with big curves and an hourglass figure that drew attention wherever she went. As they pressed together, Jade felt the softness of her breasts against her own. Lewd thoughts rushed to her brain. On many occasions she's had thoughts about experimenting with her mom. She wanted to corrupt her as corrupted as she was. She had tried to sneak a peek on her parents when they were making love, and she had on occasions, but it was quite a dull affair. Her mom laid on her back as her dad grunted and humped her for a few minutes, and that was all.

To her, this was not sex, just marital obligation. She wanted her mother to feel the pleasure of proper sex. That deep pounding one got from thick cocks. She had that experience with Jamaal, her first boyfriend.

“Gosh, eighteen now!” Johana teased. “What are your plans for today, young lady?”

Before Jade could answer, Johana smirked slyly. “Of course, after school. Birthday doesn’t get you out of studies.”

“Of course I’m going to school. I’m a good girl,” Jade replied with mock innocence. “But I don’t know yet. Mason hasn’t told me what he’s planned.”

'Or if he has planned anything at all,' left unsaid.

Mason was her current boyfriend. He was a geek and really good at eating her pussy, that's why she had still kept him. Though sometimes she wondered if she could find a real man. Mason was a good boy, but he was too much into his own world. There had been others before him. Her first had been Jamaal, a tall Black jock who’d taken her virginity and, in Jade’s mind, awakened the slut she always knew she could be. Mason never came close to what Jamaal did to her after every time they had sex.

“Where’s dad?” Jade asked.

“He must be just getting out of the shower,” Johana replied knowingly.

It had become a sort of ritual—on her birthday, Johana would cook her favorite breakfast, and John would slip her a little extra cash as a gift.

Jade pulled back from the hug and made her way to Johana’s bedroom, where John had just stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Daddy!” she squealed, launching herself into his arms. It had started as a running joke, calling him 'Daddy' and hugging him with just a little too much enthusiasm, but over time it had become a routine between them.

“Jade!” he laughed in surprise, catching her nonetheless. “Happy birthday, my sweet girl.”

He gave her a quick peck on the lips casually. Then he chuckled, opening the drawer of the nightstand to pull out his wallet. From it, he took five crisp hundred-dollar bills and handed them over.

“Thanks, daddy! You’re the best,” Jade said, planting another kiss on his lips. This one lingered, her mouth pressing a little too long before she pulled back, licking at his lips. John was surprised and a little bit flustered, but soon his smile widened.

"That was something." Her dad said. "Let me know if you need any more cash, alright honey?" He winked at her.