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Characters: Jules de Ferrier and Amelia Kirkland
Setting: Present day, Amelia's den of sin house
Content: Let's just say that Jules has a thing for hot moms.
Format: Prose
Warnings: This is a smut log yeah!!
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Jules had never been much for going to his friends' houses... without good reason. This didn't qualify as bribery, really, but Jules might not have given Jacques the time of day if his classmate's family hadn't had more money than he knew what to do with. And if being bought nice dinners and expensive Christmas presents as a friend of the family meant that he had to come and help with homework every so often, well, that seemed like a good trade to him.
Jacques' mother proved to make these afternoons more pleasant as well. She wasn't as wonderful as Jules' own mother, but she was a lovely woman nonetheless. Full of energy, and kind, and... well, he had to admit that she was quite a sight to see as well. Not that he'd ever mention such a thing out loud, especially not now as he sat on the living room couch, apparently trustworthy enough to be left there while Jacques and his father were out.
Setting: Present day, Amelia's den of sin house
Content: Let's just say that Jules has a thing for hot moms.
Format: Prose
Warnings: This is a smut log yeah!!
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Jules had never been much for going to his friends' houses... without good reason. This didn't qualify as bribery, really, but Jules might not have given Jacques the time of day if his classmate's family hadn't had more money than he knew what to do with. And if being bought nice dinners and expensive Christmas presents as a friend of the family meant that he had to come and help with homework every so often, well, that seemed like a good trade to him.
Jacques' mother proved to make these afternoons more pleasant as well. She wasn't as wonderful as Jules' own mother, but she was a lovely woman nonetheless. Full of energy, and kind, and... well, he had to admit that she was quite a sight to see as well. Not that he'd ever mention such a thing out loud, especially not now as he sat on the living room couch, apparently trustworthy enough to be left there while Jacques and his father were out.