Guy gets dumped by his own dad, basically. Father packs his shit, goes to new family, and you’re stuck with mom and sister, in that house that smells like old memories and drama. Then very fast you’re in the car, boxes in the back, driving to this “new start” that already feels like a porn setup, and of course it is. It starts kind of sad, like a family drama VN on Steam, and then slowly your brain goes, “wait, why is my mom looking that hot in that tight top?” and “why my sis bend over like that, is that really needed?” and from there it just keeps pushing that line. The thing I liked is how normal the early scenes feel: breakfast table, awkward silence, stupid small talk about nothing, phone buzzing with dad sending weird half-guilty messages. And then the camera angle goes lower, suddenly mom’s tits are doing 90% of the emotional acting, and my mouse hand is like, ok, guess we go this way now.

Sex-wise, it hits almost everything people in comments always beg for. Big asses that actually look soft, not like plastic balloons, boobs that bounce when she’s on top, long slow blowjobs with too much spit, the kind where you literally forget what the dialogue was about. The lesbian bits really surprised me, because they’re not just “oh look, two girls tongue each other for the male gaze.” There is this one scene where your sister is trying to “cheer mom up” after a fight on the phone with dad, and it starts innocent, like hugging on the couch, then suddenly there’s a hand under the shirt, nipple tease, and mom is half resisting, half grinding. I had to pause and sit there like, “ok, this is messed up” while still clicking forward like a horny idiot. And later, when the MC walks in at the wrong timing and just stands there, rock hard, they pretend not to see him for a couple seconds too long. That kind of slow, mean tease is all over the game. The adventure part is more like wandering around, checking rooms at slightly wrong times, listening at doors, picking small choices that change if mom ends the night with a glass of wine or with your dick in her mouth. Also there is this one dumb little thing: the footjob UI prompt is super tiny, like this little icon that I keep missing, and every time I want toes around my cock I click the wrong spot and open the phone menu instead. Super annoying. I will still do it again.

When it really heats up, it doesn’t shy away at all. There are proper anal scenes where you actually see her relax, then tense, then start to enjoy it, not just a quick cut and suddenly everything fits. Creampies are sticky and obvious, not “blink and you miss it.” Handjobs are not throwaway either, they go on, with slow stroking, thumb teasing the tip, her talking softly or dirty, depending on who it is. Mom’s scenes have that MILF energy, like she is trying to be strong but her body just loves the attention, especially when you sneak in with toys. There is one masturbation scene where she thinks she is alone, lying on the bed using a vibrator, biting her lip, and she keeps whispering your dad’s name at first, then it slips and she moans yours instead. I swear I had to reread the text, like, did she just do that? And yeah, she did. The group sex stuff appears later, when everybody pretends the “we are still a normal family” game is over. You get tangle of limbs, tongues, hands everywhere, a blowjob while you finger someone else, maybe a sister riding you while mom sits on your face, that kind of full chaos that feels wrong in all the right ways. I kinda wish the dad showed up physically instead of just being a voice on the phone, but at same time, his absence is what makes all this heat up, so whatever. In the end you’re just there, mouse in hand, juggling choices like “be a good son” or “cum inside mom again” while the horizon of “better life” gets very, very wet.

Angst feels like watching a couple in their thirties crack open their marriage with a crowbar instead of a key, and then somehow still trying to make it romantic. You’re in Miles’ head most of the time, which is both hot and kind of pathetic in a good way. He has this fantasy of other guys fucking his wife, Claire, and the game doesn’t waste much time before that stops being just dirty talk. What caught me is how normal they look and act at first. They sit on the couch, talk about work, kiss like they’ve done it a thousand times, and then suddenly he’s asking her if she ever thinks about other men. That whole scene at the kitchen table where she keeps tracing circles on her coffee mug while he tries to say the word “sharing” without choking on it, that one stuck. He’s turned on and scared at the same time, and the game lets you sit in that mess for a while before any dick comes out. Although when the first blowjob scene hits, it really hits. The camera is way too close on her lips wrapping around him, spit shining his shaft, and the little eye contact she sneaks up at him feels way more intimate than the later porn-y stuff with other guys.

The sex with other men doesn’t come across as some wild party at first, it feels awkward and wrong and hot, in that order. There’s one scene where Claire is on her knees in front of another guy in a hotel room, and Miles is pretending he just wants to watch, but the game keeps cutting to his clenched jaw more than her sucking. You get these dialogue choices where you can push her to go further or pull back, and they’re just a few words, but they completely flip the vibe. When you tell her “Open wider, show him what you can do,” and she looks unsure for half a second then takes him deeper, gagging a bit, you feel powerful and like a total piece of shit at the same time. Later there’s a creampie where she’s riding this dude, moaning his name, and Miles is stuck on a chair like a side character in his own marriage. The moment he realizes the guy is about to cum inside her and he doesn’t stop it felt nasty in a way porn usually skips. The hot part is her hips grinding down, taking every drop. The fucked up part is the silence afterward, when she’s lying there with his cum leaking out and you can tell both of them are trying to pretend this is fine. It’s not even about the swinging or whatever at that point, it’s about that tiny look she gives him like “Did I go too far?” and he still says “You were amazing.” I’m not even sure I liked it, but I couldn’t look away.

Lustful Years feels like reading someone’s dirty secret diary that accidentally got really long and really self-aware. You’re inside this young woman’s life while she stumbles through relationships, flings, “this is just casual, right?” moments that aren’t casual at all, and way too many scenes where she ends up on her knees before she figures out what she actually wants. It starts pretty soft, flirting and awkward tension, those little choices like “do I stay for another drink?” or “do I text him back?” and then you blink and she’s got her lips wrapped around some guy’s cock in a bathroom, trying not to make noise while her internal monologue is still going on about trust and love and all that shit. I like that, actually, that the erotic stuff doesn’t feel like separate scenes but like the same messy timeline where one stupid choice at a party can lead to her waking up sore between two warm bodies and wondering if she secretly loved it or secretly hates herself. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just throws you into her head and expects you to be ok with how horny and insecure and selfish she can be.

The visual novel flow is the usual click-next thing, but it has that annoying habit where you misclick and skip a line you actually wanted to read, and of course there’s a “history” button but I never used it because I am stubborn. Sex scenes come out of conversations that feel a bit too real sometimes, like that moment when she finally stops pretending and just pulls his pants down, holding his cock with this weird mix of hunger and doubt, and the text is describing the taste and the warmth of his precum while she’s thinking if she’s doing this to feel loved or just not feel empty for a second. One route I took, she tried to be all romantic and “wait for the right moment,” and I still somehow ended up with her legs pushed open on a couch, panties half-off, moaning while he fucks her quick and rough because they “don’t have much time.” It’s hot, yeah, there’s detailed oral, messy swallow scenes, him thrusting into her pussy with that wet sound you can almost hear, but between the lines you can feel how fragile she is, or maybe I’m just projecting because I play these games instead of touching grass. Anyway.

What I really liked, then didn’t like at all, is how the choices about relationships are mixed with the choices about sex. You say something small like “I trust you” and three scenes later she’s on her knees again, gagging around his cock, tears in her eyes, and the narration is describing how she forces herself to take him deeper because she wants him to see her as “good enough.” It’s extremely erotic, yeah, but also kind of depressing in a way that turned me on more, which is probably not healthy. There are also sweeter paths, where a slow build-up leads to a tender blowjob on a bed with soft breathing and her fingers tracing his thighs, or a first time where he actually asks if she’s ok before sliding inside, and she moans anyway and grabs his back because “yes” is already obvious. The game pretends to be about love and heartbreak and all that romantic stuff, but the parts that kept me clicking were when she’s half-naked, hair a mess, lipstick smeared, mouth full, or riding someone with her nails digging into their skin, and afterwards the story tries to talk about consequences like we didn’t just spend five minutes reading about how warm it feels when he finishes deep inside her. At some point I forgot which route I was even on, I just followed whatever choice felt nastier, or softer, or just wrong for her, and watched the years pile up like empty glasses on a table.

Nolan’s life goes to shit in one afternoon. Fired, broke, ego crushed, he runs away to this tiny town that looks like it was ripped out of some cozy postcard, the kind of place where the loudest thing at night is a cricket and someone’s shitty truck. He just wants to drift, jerk off in peace, maybe pull himself together eventually. Instead, he walks straight into a war. A mega-corp shows up with glossy smiles and legal papers, ready to kick everyone out and drill the ground until there’s nothing left but holes and regret. And the most ridiculous part? The one thing standing between the town and total ruin is who he decides to fuck. Not metaphorically. Literally, who he puts his dick in changes the fate of everything.

Every route feels like its own little universe. One evening you’re on a rickety porch swing with the girl who pretends she doesn’t care, her shirt two sizes too small for those massive tits that bounce even when she breathes. She lights a cigarette, complains about the corporate scum, then suddenly she’s on her knees between your legs, mouthing off about “stress relief” while her lips wrap around your cock. The blowjob scene there is slow and messy, with more focus on her expression than any fancy camera bullshit. She gags, wipes spit off her chin with the back of her hand, grins like a brat, then asks you what you’re willing to sacrifice. You click a choice while your dick is still inside her throat. That’s the tone. Plot and porn stitched together so hard they start to feel the same. Another night, different path, you’re in a cramped office drowning in paperwork with the “responsible” woman. She’s got the biggest boobs in the whole game, all tightly packed into a blouse that begs for mercy. She makes you help her crunch numbers for some sneaky legal counterattack, and it’s actually kind of tense, kind of smart. Then, as a “reward,” she closes the door, climbs on your lap, pulls your cock out and presses it against herself while your hand is buried under her bra, fingers squeezing those huge, warm tits. She starts grinding, whispering in your ear about court filings and land ownership while you’re trying not to cum in your pants too early. When she finally slides you in and rides you until you creampie her on her desk, the game quietly shifts a flag in the background that changes the entire endgame strategy. It looks like a porn scene, but the script underneath is doing work.

What really sells it is how low-key rude the game is about your choices. You don’t just pick “good guy” or “asshole” from a menu. You decide whose bed you end up in, how honest you are with them, whether you pull out or fill them up, whether you help with their weird late-night problem or just jerk off alone thinking about their huge tits and fall asleep. There are several moments where the game lets you be a selfish dick in very horny ways. Like the shower scene where she’s already stroking you with soapy hands, water running over those big breasts, and you can either help her wash or just grab her head and fuck her throat until she’s choking on your cum, then pretend you didn’t notice she wanted more intimacy. That tiny click will echo much later when the town is on the edge and she suddenly trusts you less, or more, depending how you handled her. There’s a masturbation scene where Nolan imagines different futures with each woman, jerking himself off while the game quietly branches according to whose face he’s picturing when he finishes. Handjob scenes sometimes feel more loaded than full-on sex, because you’re talking about eviction notices while a soft hand is squeezing the base of your cock, thumb rubbing the tip as pre drips out, and you’re choosing dialogue options that might save or damn your neighbors. It’s horny, yes, but weirdly heavy too. Then again, nothing is really fair when your orgasm is basically a vote.