Brian was asleep when Caroline quietly got out of bed, the evidence of incest with her son still sticky between her thighs. She went to the bathroom to shower, then slipped on her clothes and left a note saying she would be at a diner next door to the motel. Caroline was on her second cup of coffee when Brian arrived. She tried to force an innocent smile. “Hello, Brian. I hope you slept well last night.” “”Um, yeah, Mom....

Ava's tits heaved as she lay sprawled on her bed, fingers strumming her clit. The room smelled of her arousal, sweet and musky, her ass grinding into the sheets. Her virgin pussy dripped with desire, slick juices oozing down her ass. She didn’t hear the door to her bedroom creak open. Aiden, returning from wrestling practice, heard moans coming from Ava’s room. Curious, he cracked open the door and saw his pretty sixteen-...

Angel Martinelli slipped on a red blouse over a green skirt as she dressed for her husband’s office Christmas party. She looked in a mirror and fluffed her auburn hair. She had aged well. At forty, her skin was smooth with just a hint of crow’s feet at the edges of her blue eyes. “Put something decent on,” Tom, her husband, barked. “That skirt is too tight and way too short, and your tits look like they might fall out of...