Mother’s Day 3 She appeared to be breathing heavier than normal but maybe it was just because she was sleeping. Or maybe she was out of breath because she just finished masturbating. As I watched for any other signs of movement, I considered calling out t...
After the kiss, she sat up and dragged the entire length of her arm across my cock before smiling at me and leaving the room. On the way out I saw her notice my pile of clothes on the floor including my underwear sitting on top. She pulled my door closed...
I can't believe my dad made us go on this camping trip. I just wanted to stay home and play video games. And to make matters worse, I had to share a tent with my stepsister Emily. I typically masturbate about twice a day, and now I would probably never ge...
Being the good father that I am, I forced my family to go on a family camping trip. And I'm not talking about one of those over-priced, crowded campgrounds, I'm talking off-the-grid, no cell coverage, all-wheel drive required, camping locations. Once I fo...
Garrett presses play on the device containing the audio recording. His voice sounds through the speaker and begins a story… It’s been two days since Mother’s funeral. I haven’t slept more than minutes at a time since. I sit in one of the dark stained, woo...
Helen Ladbrooke was a uniform sergeant in the local police, she was aged fifty and although she had never married, she was very highly sexed. Over the years, Helen has had numerous lovers, both male and female and covering a big age span. Her most recent...
What a glorious day! I thought when I woke. The night before couldn't have been more thrilling. For I had finally broken through that unspeakable barrier with my mother and committed an act of incest with her. However, it was only us masturbating each oth...
As my eyes opened I could feel the massive hard-on I was supporting already. The previous story that I had read was still fresh in my mind. I couldn't shake the sexual images of how Maria had succumbed to her incestuous desire. It left me wishing my mothe...
Shana’s head was in her sometimes daddy's lap and her bare feet were tucked into the back of the couch’s cushion. She stuck a piece of buttery popcorn to the end of her tongue and drew it into her mouth. “Don’t I get any?” Kenny asked. Shana took one out...
"I think you will enjoy this trip, Peter, but we will have to be careful," Carol told her son while pulling up her panties. Carol and Peter were in a motel and had just showered together. Their incestual relationship began six months ago on Peter's eighte...
My boyfriend’s roommate, Shana, celebrated her birthday a few weeks ago. She had moved in a little more than three years ago and she hadn’t aged a lick since then—quite the contrary, in fact. It took a while, but Ken (and I) learned to be very okay with t...
“Mommy?” “Hmm. Yes, Muffin?” “I have a stiffy.” “You always have a stiffy, Muffin.” I couldn’t focus on the alarm clock. “What time is it, Michael?” “I dunno.” The digits got less fuzzy when I squinted—4:12. “You couldn't wait? We have to get up soon anyw...
Katie looked at her watch. What the hell was taking Chad so long? Chad was her twenty-one-year-old younger son, and they only had an hour, maybe less, before the rest of the family returned. He was worse than her college students. She decided to text him....
Millie Robinson was living the good life now. Though her husband’s passing would always be a point of sadness, she had found other men to fill her life. Her sex life was better than ever. Being sixty-five wasn’t a problem. Never had she enjoyed more and s...
It was Sunday morning, and Tina was writhing underneath her son Tommy as she came down from her fourth orgasm of the morning. Tommy's face was tight in concentration as he sawed his big rig in and out of Tina's wonderful pussy. It was the same rules as ye...
