Angela by elderberry George: I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur’s front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell. Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical…
***Story contains Spanish dialogue. Translation of what is said is written in parentheses after quotes.*** “Ugh!” I sigh to myself. Another day of school done. My teachers suck, my grades suck, junior year sucks. Now on the bus anxious to get home. Oh, my name is Ben by the way, and this is a story about a…
I love my mother. Most men can easily make that statement. I however, can also say that I have made love to my mother. This is where our relationship is unique. I have written in detail other stories using different names and from the third person telling about how my mother and I ultimately became…
This story was inspired by another Lush member who is “interested” in her grandson. Jack woke up and looked over at the beauty lying next to him. Parts of her white hair covered her face. He moved the hair out of the way and touched her cheek gently with his fingertips. He moved his fingers…
This story was inspired by another Lush reader who has an “interest” in her grandson. Jack’s orgasm was so powerful, it wiped him out. He folded up “Nan’s” cum filled panties and laid them on the other pillow in the bed. He realized that he would have to wash them everyday. In order to keep…
Jack tried to keep his mind off Nan and off the thrill of his upcoming visit. But his aroused state and his hard cock made that difficult. She had asked him not to masturbate tonight. He didn’t know why. But he sure wanted too. Between “her” panties that lay at arm’s length, the panties he…
I hadn’t had any sex at all since my husband died on the Forth of July in 2006 before until I had my first MĂ©nage Ă trois with my grandson and daughter on Christmas Day night. I didn’t consciously set out to have sex with them but I won’t deny that I welcomed it with…
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It was 9 o’clock. I was pouring my second cup of coffee, waiting for our guests to start arriving, when Debby walked into the kitchen wearing her Mrs. Claus outfit. It wasn’t much, a tiny, red velvet miniskirt trimmed in white, faux fur that barely covered her crotch and a matching open cropped vest style…
Firstly a little about me; Ginger isn’t my real name, of course, it’s a sort of pet name. As you’d expect, it stems from my hair colour, not fiery red, but a rich chestnut colour. Not everyone calls me it, my father did, in fact it started with him, my husband does and some of…
I stood in the rain with my night gown clinging to my naked skin and waited to be let into the doors of my step-grandmother’s estate. The Dowager Duchess of Norfolk wasn’t known for her patience, her compassion, or her good humor. I had not a single possession on me other than my gown that…
