It was a pretty usual day,the same routine the same weather and the same old life style. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as I woke up and looked out of my balcony towards the early sunshine slowly taking over the darkness I began to get the familiar annoyance in the back of my…
Well, that’s how it startedâŚa summer shower. I was just finished with my first year of college, it was summer and while I was spending the summer with my Dad (my parents divorced about five years ago), I would often visit my mom on the weekends. As you might expect, I have keys to both…
At sixteen since only three days, I had been a loner through High School. It was just four months ago when Ryan and his mother moved to town. He was my age and in most of my classes. Being the new kid in school, he was looking for a friend. Summer vacation had just started and…
 âSo, do you think thatâs the first time Greg has fucked your tits?â Eva crassly asked with a smile. âEva!ââWhat Rachael? That is what he did and despite what you say, you allowed him to do it!ââI hardly had a choice now did I?ââRachael, you had all the choice in the world! You said…
It had been over a week since Steve discovered his motherâs secret. She had a WebCam business. She operated out of her bedroom and charged money for her sexual WebCam shows. Steve was lucky enough to be told this by his childhood friend Todd. Yet his luck continued even further. By clumsily knocking his own…
With the baby now over a year old, Dan had been pressuring mom to stop breastfeeding it. He thought it was weird to do so for such a long time, though my mom protested, saying there was nothing better for the baby. I didnât get a vote, but I was terrified that our intimacy would…
It was back in 1980 that it all started, The time was the day of my sixteenth birthday, my name is Justin Parks. I was a 160 pounds, little over six foot tall and in good physical condition because I had a part time job, at times, helping to move and help deliver furniture at…
Chapter 1 My story begins when my family visited my aunt and uncleâs house over the summer. I was going into my senior year of high school and it was time for our familyâs annual visit to my Aunt Aprilâs house. She was my momâs sister and they had always been very close always making…
It was now summer break from high school. Mom and I had commenced our long term incestuous love affair on that first Saturday. We hadnât even bothered to dress because we kept retuning to bed. Mom began many more lessons in our incest orgy. She trained me on ways that I could use to sexually please girls…
My father, Jeff, and mother, Lori, divorced over eight years ago. I am Jim, named after Loriâs father, James. I am now sixteen, tall at 6â 1â, a some what thin but still a good build. I was considered a nerd preferring to read books because I have no athletic skills. Jeff left mom because…
It was two weeks after my sixteenth birthday. I was in my bedroom, still wearing only my short pajama bottoms. My computer was on and I was looking intently at a porn site. I was watching a guy and a gal as I was stroking my own cock. They had been doing a 69, but…
In a period of three weeks I had turned 22, come home from Iraq and gotten out of the Marine Corps. I was pretty lucky to have a job waiting on me after the Corps, but it wasnât going to be available for a couple of weeks. Having nothing really to do, my Mom suggested…
The New Years Eve Party Every New Years Eve, my brother closes the doors of his dance club to the public and holds a by invitation only New Years Eve party. Every year, since my divorce became final five years ago, my brother has been after me to spend my New Years Eve with him….
Let me begin these memoirs by telling you that I was adopted when I was three years old by a young couple who couldn’t have children of their own. My mom to be was infertile. Three years after adopting me, they adopted twin girls, Rachel and Renee, who were five at the time. Four years…
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Going about with my own life was becoming more and more difficult every time I would leave the house and saying goodbye to my mother. I wouldnât call it guilt really; I guess it was a wanting of more for someone whom you loved. I knew I would be leaving the house; having a goodtime…