"Well, don't let me interrupt," Daddy said from the living room doorway. He set his backpack down before stepping into the room. "I didn't think you were coming back until tomorrow," Mother said between breaths. "And you thought you'd have all your fun without me?" Daddy asked as he planted a kiss on my forehead. Mother rolled her eyes, "At least I waited for you to leave the house. You had your fun during a commercial br...

The next day, my father was gone for the night, visiting his brothers a few hours away. I actually made plans with my friends that night—mainly to avoid my mother, who had been on me for days now about doing my chores, but no matter how many chores I completed, there always seemed to be more tacked on for me to do. It was late afternoon, and I was getting ready to leave to meet up at Jessica’s house. I had makeup on, my h...

Mother was as naked as I was when she led me into the hallway and into my bedroom. I almost protested, but knew I was in so much trouble already, so I kept my mouth shut. Left out on my mattress were several dildos and vibrators that I had started using from listening to Mommy and Daddy. I hadn’t put them away cause, well, I planned on finishing with them. Daddy had other plans… Mother shook her head and sighed in disbeli...

Chapter One “Stupido idiota!” my mother yelled. “Ti ucciderò a mani nude! Dammi i miei fottuti soldi!” I sighed and slid back from the dining room table and began collecting my homework. As a personal rule, any time my mom started threatening to murder people, I left the room. I had lived by this rule for two years now, and she still hadn’t taken the hint, or she just didn’t care… probably the latter. With my arms full of...

The door creaked. I don’t know if I wanted to get caught or not, but I was caught the moment the door creaked. Daddy fucked mommy so hard, I could always hear him ravaging him through my wall. At 18 years old and a college freshman, I was already such a slut. Not that I was having sex yet—I wasn’t—but that didn’t stop me from fucking myself silly every time I heard daddy fucking mommy. This time was no different. It was S...

I am broken. I am naked. Lying on the earth, the dirt claims my body. It is as if Mother Nature is in a rush today, taking ownership of my remains while my lungs still fill with air. For now… What difference does it make? I’m dead already. The world ended long ago. My few possessions have been stolen. My… dignity has been taken… I am nothing. My fight is gone. This is where I will die… I lie there for hours, feeling the h...

"You shouldn't do that." "Why?" "Don't you think you're a little old to be sitting on your father's lap?" My mother asked, annoyance thick in her voice. "It's movie night, we always cuddle on movie night," I replied. "You're 19 years old. You ought to be able to sit in your own seat," Mom huffed. "For God's sake, Barbara. We're not bothering anyone. You prefer her to come over to cuddle with you?" My dad said with teasing...

Chapter One The Sunday sunlight was merciless for almost everyone. It spilled across the kitchen tiles like judgment, bright and unflinching. The house smelled of coffee, bacon, and faintly of smoke from last night’s fire. By the time I got downstairs, everyone was already in various stages of hangover: Dad clutching an aspirin bottle, Mom buried behind her sunglasses, neighbors murmuring over black coffee. Even Aunt Marl...

Chapter One The Port of Miami was one of the busiest ports in the United States. It serviced thousands of shipping container freighters coming in and going out of the country. Tourists loaded up on seven different cruise lines. Lorenzo stated there was a finite window tonight when both Marlene and the ship would be brought in and loaded onto a shipping container, and the ship would remain in port. He warned, though, that...

Chapter One My eyes floated over the gorgeous woman’s body as I realized the weight of what I had done. Whether the Boss allowed his wife to sleep around on her own time or not, I knew he did not allow his men to fuck her. I had heard stories of men being dried in concrete and dropped in the sea for doing less than what I had just done. And yet, I found my cock stirring at the thought of being inside her. Marlene was clos...

Chapter One I changed lanes, and my eyes shifted between the rear-view mirrors and the road ahead in a continuous cycle. No tails. The boss had called me specifically to be on alert this week. To watch his wife with a close eye. He wasn’t specific, but if the boss was calling, it had to be serious. The last time I spoke to the boss was over a year ago, when I was first introduced to the family. I wasn’t Italian, of course...

Chapter One The drive down from Lansing took forever. Flat gray roads, half-melted snow piled along the shoulders, and my dad’s endless rotation of seventies rock made the air feel heavier than the sky pressing down on Michigan. He loved his road trips. The playlists, the gas-station coffee, the pit stops every hour just to “stretch his knees,” he was in dad mode. Mom rode shotgun, chatting about work or laughing into her...

“Ohh, Derek! Don’t stop!” Angela moaned. He couldn’t if he wanted to. The gorgeous MILF he fucked had her feet touching behind his back as he thrust inside her, and her right hand hooked around the back of his neck, keeping her balanced on the kitchen counter. Glancing up at the rustic mahogany clock Angela kept on her kitchen wall, he could see the big hand hovered a centimeter behind the little one. It was nearly noon....

Stephanie Modders lay on her bed with her cell phone in her hands, hovering over her face, clicking away at her texts. Her pink spaghetti-strapped under shirt was half riding up her belly, revealing the belly button piercing, which her mother nearly killed her for getting last year. Even though she was 18 when she got it, her mom didn’t like piercings anywhere but the ear, and she didn’t like tattoos, period. Which is why...

It was Christmas break, and I was more excited than usual to be done with school. Daddy always picked me up from school, even though I was 18 years old. He didn’t like the idea of me riding crammed in the bus with all those other students, and he certainly wouldn’t let me drive a car—'cars will just take you to another boy!’ he’d say. “Hey, honey!” He said when I hopped in the passenger seat of his truck. “Hey, Daddy,” I...