Thief (open for one female)

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Thief (closed for landiek)

(OOC: interested female RPers please PM so I can fill you in. This first part is merely the setup, more from the female character's (Bonnie) point of view than the male character, which I'll play. This is an incest RP. You have been forewarned.)


Bonnie heard the door open, a light creak as it reached it's mid arc. Her eyes remained closed, but she didn't need to see. Her hearing has acutely compensated. It wasn't pitch black in the room she shared with her husband, Richard. It wasn't even dark. The master bathroom door was ajar and a nightly put forth a dampened glow.
She heard it, a softened step, sock-clad feet on carpet. Her heartbeat like a bass drum thumping in her head. A breath, she thinks, waiting with her own breath stilled. Yes, definitely a breath. There, another step, and the door creaks back as closes, but not all the way; the latch did not engage.
Bonnie felt her initial apprehension dissipate. For some unknown reason, she doesn't believe this is a home intrusion. She's not sure that it isn't either, but somehow, she feels that whoever is by the door, is someone who lives in this house. Richard is asleep next to her. Which leaves only one other person.

Kevin. Her son.
 
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Kevin

Like a thief, Kevin slowly opened the door to his parents room, driven by an urge he can't explain but understands fully. He heard the door creak but ignored it. He slipped in when the door had opened far enough.

There he was, the threshold.

His eyes adjust well in the dimly lit room. He laid on his bed an hour before making this trip with his eyes closed. He wanted his eyes to be ready for use, knowing the dim night light his parents used when they go to sleep would shed just enough light for him to see. He was glad he did now.

He swung the door closed, but did not let it latch. He felt better knowing he could leave the room silently if the need arose.

He stood there, so still as to be quiet. He thinks he's silent as silent can be. His breath came out in regular, albeit quick, puffs. He realized had been breathing from his mouth. He stopped mid-breath and concentrated on breathing in and out of his nose. A few moments later, he start stepping lightly towards the bed.

The room was laid out thusly: the bed is right across the door, about five feet away. From the door, the bed's headboard is to the right. The bathroom is to the left. The side of the bed closest to the door is the side his mom sleeps. He knew this because this wasn't his first trip here. In fact he's been here many times before. In fact, Kevin had been thinking of the last time he made his night visit.
 
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Bonnie narrows her eyes trying to make the ghostly blackness shed light on the person she senses in the room. Bonnie also knew once Richard was asleep nothing could wake him short of a bugle.

"Hello?" Bonnie's voice wavered as her heart was beating faster as the seconds ticked by. Now Bonnie felt fearful as her eyes widened to zero in on this intruder. She groans realizing that she has nothing to use for protection.
 
Kevin froze at the sound of his mother's voice. He hesitated but he was so close. He looked back at the door which now seemed too far. He turned back to face his mother, who had by then peering at his general direction.

He stepped closer and closer and soon enlighten he had found himself right up against the bed. He looked down at his mother. He notes the left strap of her gown had slid down her shoulder which made the top of her left breast unobstructed. He licked his lips hungrily.
 
Bonnie shivered as the eerie feeling moved over her back. A deep dull ache building all around her. Bonnie closed her eyes tightly willing her body to calm down.

"Must be the house settling again." Bonnie mused trying to convince herself nothing was wrong. Still her throat was dry and her eyes pulsed making her wince in pain. Too bad the light was on Richard's side of the bed.
 
Kevin watch his mother quiver. How can she not see me? He thought. He wished she was still asleep.
He thought about the last time he was in this room. It was four days ago. His mother had kicked of her portion of the blanket, revealing her silk-clad body. The gown had ridden up above mid-thigh and he had licked his lips at the sight. He pulled his hardening cock and started to stroke, slow and long. It didn't last long; he started to spew his seed. He let his come lay where they fall, his eyes tracking every spurt. His first load landed right on the thigh closest to him, the second soon followed. The rest of his come dribbled down on the carpet. He stroked a few more times, dredging the remaining sperm for his softening cock. Without thought, he wiped his come-damp hand on his mother's side of the blanket. He smirked as he tucked his cock back in his shorts and walked away, leaving the room.
Now, with his mother awake but unsure, he felt a stronger urge than he did that night four days ago. Without taking his eyes away from his mother, he pulled out his cock and started to stroke.
 
Bonnie tried to relax but it wasn't working. Then she thought she heard someone close. "Kevin?"

Now she had mixed thoughts. Maybe he heard the noises and was making sure she was safe... or maybe he was caught up in an addiction and taking money from her purse... or looking for her car keys to go joyriding.

"Answer me !" Bonnie was getting angry that her blue eyes were useless in the dark.
 
His mother's raised voice made him hesitant, fearing it would wake his father. But he didn't hesitate for long.
"Hello, mother," he half-whispered as his hand caressed her face, the other on his cock, stroking it to hardness. "God, you look good in the dark."
 
Bonnie breathes a sigh of relief. Then his touch sent shivers down her spine. His voice deep timber gave her another quake.

"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked softly. Her hand blindly finding his. It wasn't normal to wake up and find your son in your room.

Now some embarrassment floods her cheeks as she felt the dildo against her back. It was one thing that her husband used it to get kinky but not her son.
 
"Wrong?" He repeats, hand on cock. "Absolutely nothing, mom."
He slowly angles his body until his erection is but a few inches away from his mother's face. It is so close he feels the warmth of Bonnie's exhalations upon his cock.
His hand disentangles from his mother's and once again starts caressing her face. He touched her cheek, then trace the bridge of her nose, her lips. His hand then crawled up towards her short blonde hair. His fingers run through her locks, striking gently. A few moments later his hand slowly clenched into a loose fist. With his mother's hair firmly in his grasp, he gently pulled her head towards him.

Toward his hard, dripping cock...
 
"Then why are you in this room?" Bonnie questioned as his hand moved over her face.

"Kevin?" Fear was rising as those tiny hairs began to stand up on the back of her neck. "What are you doing?"

Bonnie feels his hand force her forward. Bonnie struggles from his grip and panics from the unknown actions Kevin is demonstrating. "Stop...Kevin stop!"
 
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