Justin stood there in the middle of his bedroom watching his mother disrobe. This would not be the first time he has seen his mother’s breasts, but when she got to her panties and removed them, it would be the first time he ever saw her pussy. As she removed her bra, he recalled how…
After my shower with my brother, I decided that I was going to try sleeping again. This time however, I changed how things were going around here. I did not like that I was sharing a bed with just my daddy and my brother did not get to be there as well. I told daddy…
Well, I thought it time to write about myself. My name is Erika, I’m currently 38 years old, divorced and the mother of two brats, one a girl age 16, the other ostensibly a boy, age 17, but possibly a creature from another world. Just kidding, I love him dearly. Their names are Cindi and…
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What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again Summary: The day after: son fucks Mom again and then her friend in hot threesome. Note 1: This is a sequel to the story What Mom Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her. Although this story can stand on its own, I highly recommend you read Part One before reading this…
Hey, I’m Corey and I’m in my final year of uni. As we all know, college is great. It’s been sex (if your lucky like me), partying, and more sex these past 4 years. And yet the most erotic experience of my life by a long shot, was with my mother. My caring, erratic, devilishly…
One of the many legends surrounding mistletoe is that a girl standing, or, in my case, lying beneath a ball of mistletoe cannot refuse a boy’s kiss. I was lying in a hospital bed with my right leg in traction on Christmas Eve and someone had hung a huge ball of Mistletoe over my bed….
A beautiful mother in her mid 30s has been divorced from her husband for 6 months. She realized that she has been a workaholic to avoid the pain and also that her 17 year son has been acting different. She has not noticed until a week ago that Brandon has not been dating the last…
Mom and I have always been close. We talk about everything, and I rarely hide things from her. I tell her about girl friends, school, future plans, ect. She tells me about her life as well. Mom is around 5’9. She has brown curly hair, that goes down to her hips. She has nice DD breasts,…
You probably read in Part 1 that after a great meal of bakedsalmon, my son, Chad and I had begun a game of Truth or Dare/Double-dare in Ashley’s living room, along with her parents, Susan and Dominic. My husband, Jason, was out of town and I’m not sure they would have invited him, anyway. The…
My mother is a whore. She’s a dirty slut who takes it anywhere and anyway she can get it. For pleasure and for money. And most of the men in the town have had their go with her. Of course to most ordinary nineteen year old guys to hear that said about their mother would…
The next morning I packed up all of the things and headed out. I had put the panties I had slept in between several shirts that he had asked me to pack in a travel bag along with his other things. I thought he might open the bag when I was standing there, but I…
Edited by DeepBlueC As luck would have it my grandparents had to go out of town for a few days to attend a funeral. So as the old saying goes, “When the cat’s away the mice will play.” I always loved amusement parks. So when my grandparents left, there was no doubt in my mind…
This is the way I learned something of what I wanted to know. Back before internet porn, before Viagra, before Victoria’s Secret with those near naked mannequins in the windows, before Fredericks of Hollywood, before the birth control pill, before the centerfolds in Playboy and Hustler, before the staid soap operas on radio that became…
Robert:It started innocuously as many of these things do. I had just returned from a hard cycle ride and was taking a shower when I heard my mother shouting for help, swiftly tying a towel around me I ran into the kitchen to find her desperately holding on to a large pan of soup which…
The loss of Nick has been difficult these past few months. You think that you’ll get over something like this, that somehow the nights will become less lonely, less empty but it isn’t true. It isn’t true at all. The bed is too large for just one person and there are times when I wake…