Poppy pushed the front door open, expecting an empty house, her mother still at work. Instead, the low murmur of voices from the kitchen stopped her. She dropped her backpack silently onto the tile floor. It was the familiar voice of Uncle Drey, intertwined with her mother’s lighter, conversational tone. A similar now familiar tension tightened in her stomach. Poppy crept forward, her sneakers making little to no sound. T...

The whole week had seemed a laboured stretch before Poppy, full of anticipation and filthy thoughts about Uncle Drey. His scent on the stolen boxers, the wet spot she’d left on his pillow, the way his eyes had lingered on her cleavage—it was all fuel for the fire burning between her legs that seemed incessant. Clark had been convenient; she had used him as an outlet all week, but he just wasn’t Uncle Drey. Even when Clark...

The short drive to Aunt Katie and Uncle Drey's house was full of rushed small talk and excitement; Poppy and her mum's eagerness was electric as Poppy sat in the back seat of the car. She couldn't stop thinking about what she might find. She had dressed in a cute little summer dress, a short little red number that was long enough to give no hint that she was pantyless but still showed enough of her long, toned legs while...

Poppy stretched fully in her bed, her body still humming from the remnants and thought of the previous night's fantasies. Her dreams had been wild, filled with images of her uncle's thick cock and her mother's moans, unable to shake the feeling of arousal that lingered below the surface, teasing her like an itch she simply couldn't quite reach; she did wonder where this sexual awakening had come from but instantly pushed...

So, I'm guessing that most marriages and bedrooms on Sunday mornings are similar to the lazy Sundays in our household. Before we have even got out of our bed, we have a contract of understanding, if you like, a simple acknowledgement of that weekly arrangement that we are so fond of, and who will instigate it first. Either it's me, turning around and away from him before edging back and closer to him, backing up to firmly...

What is it about summer days and alcohol? It's an aphrodisiac to women from my neck of the woods. So let me tell you about a post-covid holiday with my girlfriends, long overdue and a really needed break from stresses. Sure, they are all mothers. So I don’t doubt they needed a lot more unwinding than me. We booked the break over a boozy lunch, one of those ones where we were only just given the go-ahead to socialise again...

Martha’s bed After the dining table fuck, Liza snuggled into Gary's, cuddling on her mother's sofa as he watched a TV programme that Liza had zero interest in. Gary had made her leave the panties on the floor at the head of her mother's dining table, just like he had told her to do in her office, breathing heavily and contentedly in his arms, pressed against his portly frame, her pussy full and leaking over her mother's s...

"Who wants PUMPED?" Jimmy proudly spoke, his croaked voice reaching everyone in the restaurant. All eyes turned to the dishevelled old man. "Which one of you sluts wants old Jimmy to pump them? Who wants this?" He grabbed his crotch and shook it in no real intended direction. The murmurs of disgruntled patrons began to subside; the men returned to their food. It was only a few seconds later each of them noticed the women:...

"Sweetie, we got ALL night," Jennifer said, turning around to her son's friend, tossing her long brown hair. His face was flushed, eyes wide. "You're that big; you have to start slow," she purred. Three things had surprised her: Her son's friend turning up at her front door unannounced, just after her husband and kids left. Taking his hand, leading him hungrily into her home. How impressive his cock was when he fished it...

Clark found Poppy at lunch; they ate together, but all she could think of was her mom and Uncle Drey. Eventually she remembered she sat across from Clark, wondering if he knew what she was thinking, how wild it was, how taboo. Poppy excused herself during lunch to go and get herself off; kissing her mom had been a bad idea, as she now could think of nothing else, and it kept making her weirdly horny. Before her classes we...

Laura wondered what had awoken her until she heard it. She knew what and who it was; instinctively her hand clasped her mouth, hoping her gasp wouldn’t give her away. The sounds are coming from her sister's bedroom. No doubt her sister, Sara, and her brother-in-law, Ted, were FUCKING hard. Guilty that they had let her stay, and she was behaving like a seedy pervert listening in. But in the same breath, she felt a pang of...

There it was again, that whisper, Tara thought. "Go on, get a little closer to him." The moving train was packed; Tara, being a slim brunette, towered over the guy, and she instinctively stepped closer to him. "Go on, look at that bulge." Her eyes focused on the guy's groin. She bit her lip softly; this guy was old, as in dad age. "Imagine it hard, hard just for you." Images of his cock standing at attention flooded some...

Sharon's in-laws chatted around the table, her mother-in-law directly across and telling her something, when suddenly she felt a warm hand on her thigh. Without flinching, she looked to her father-in-law at her side, who was chatting to his other daughter-in-law across from him. Sharon's first thought was why she was not rejecting his touch. Then, she wondered why she was enjoying his wandering hand as it travelled farthe...

Poppy tossed in bed again, kicking and pulling the covers; it was 2:18, and she could not switch her brain off. Her mind was fixated on the scene in the kitchen, the smacking of her mother's wetness against Uncle Drey's fingers, the desperate and primal way her mother had begged her own brother not to stop, for him to keep pleasuring her. Poppy could still hear the echo of her mother's moans as Uncle Drey had brought her...

Dinner Martha sat across from him, her legs crossed, her foot gently touching his calf under the table. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that. As they ate, Martha made small talk, asking him about his job and how he was finding life in the city. But all the while, her mind was focused on what Liza and Gary were doing. Martha imagined her daughter's slender body writhing in p...