As I stand there watching my son finger my daughter my cock began to get harder than I ever thought possible. I couldn’t help but reach inside my boxers and start slowly stroking the length inside. I watched Max add a second finger into Sam’s dripping wet pussy. “Oh Max, fuck that feels so good….
This story is a sequence of events view from a son’s perspective then from his mother’s. Son’s perspective: It just wasn’t fair to me, a horny perverted 17 year old boy, for mom to leave her sexy dirty panties out on the bathroom floor. Mom and I shared a small two bedroom apartment and living…
His was not a unique perversion, but it was one that brought him considerable shame. Brendon was in love with a woman and, though he knew it was dangerous folly, the more he tried to talk himself out of it the more deeply wrapped within her he felt. It was not as though it was…
When I turned 18 years of age, my libido went off the roof.I just couldn’t stop masturbating, I used to do it all the time, four to five times a day, sometimes even more. I got my first job at a Golf club, but got fired after being caught masturbating in the woman’s locker room…
Hello. My name is Jim. I am a 45 year old father of two wonderful children. My wife and I have been married for 25 years and we still have the sex life we had when we were teenagers. In fact, since both of our children still live at home, it is quiet common for them…
We sat there eating dinner in an awkward silence, none of us had really seen each other all day and we certainly hadn’t talked about what happened last night. I didn’t know if mum was cross with me or not following her finding out l had sex with my sister or if my sister had…
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**I’m sorry it’s been so long since this story has been continued. I think often about these three characters and I hope you enjoy the continuation of their story.** Bella plopped onto the bed sated and exhausted. Jake laid next to her, his arm propping his head up as he eyed his father in the…
Mother’s Helping Hand By Reeb  My story takes place the summer of my 17 th birthday, just before my senior year in high school. I was fast becoming a young man as I was an athlete in high school. I was on the football team, basketball team and ran track every spring. I stood…
As promised, here is mom’s story. I just read it for the first time. You can imagine what I did after reading it. Rick Hi. I’m Liz, Rick’s mother, from the Teaching Mom series. In the last chapter, I had left a note under my panties that I had a story to tell. I had…
Mother’s Helping Hand Part 2 Sister Joins In By Reeb  This story is a continuation from my previous story titled “Mother’s Helping Hand” where a mother helps her son with his voyeur obsessions over his younger sister and her friends.  “Ummmmmmmmmmm yessssssssssssss baby!” mom hissed.  I couldn’t take anymore as I arched…
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I decided to write this epilogue because I had received a few requests for the address to the site where mom’s pictures were posted. Unfortunately, the site has since closed. That’s too bad because the pictures were exquisitely arousing. Not only because they were pictures of a beautiful pussy, but because it was my mother’s…
With Mom’s panties safely tucked away in my pocket, I drove home. This was all so weird, yet wonderfully arousing. Since I was tired from the jet lag, I began to think it was a dream. But it wasn’t. The bulge in my pocket proved that. I pulled them out. Pale blue, I love that…
I was sitting at one end of the couch in the family room, looking at my iPad, with my hand down my shorts. Not actually masturbating, but not not masturbating either. The TV was showing baseball, but I wasn’t really paying much attention to it. I was dressed as I usually was for hanging around…
It was a cold night. I shivered in my bed as I listened to the raindrops hit the window of my bedroom. I rolled over in my bed and sighed. How I missed Jason… how I dearly missed my man. The source of all my happiness, the father of my only son, and the light…
It was a warm July afternoon. Mom and I were lounging by the pool sipping unsweet tea. She was unusually quiet. Something seemed to be weighing on her mind. I knew better than to press it. After a while she spoke. “Rick, are you happy?” I thought for a moment. Even though I was 10…