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...

Before dinner. Martha felt her heart race as she slowly made her way through the familiar hallways of her daughter Liza's home, each footstep echoing through the empty house. She had always loved the way that Liza's house felt, warm and welcoming with a touch of elegance. Martha had always known that she was welcome here, but today felt different. Today, she was on a mission; she HAD to seduce her son-in-law, after her ow...

Part 1 Clark's stride was steady and sure as he walked Poppy home from college. Poppy walked beside him, her eyes occasionally darting to his face, a soft smile playing on her lips. She was sweet on the boy, her heart fluttering; his hand occasionally brushing against hers, she was happy class had been ended early and that Clark had asked her if he could walk her home; he had asked her out on the way. As they got to Poppy...

"Twenty, that will get you like four BJs, or you can fuck me twice, or once without a rubber," Sara shouted, leaning back on the wall, across the street from the old guy who asked. She straightened up, adjusting her undersized bra, propping up her tightly pushed-up assets. Satisfied that her titties, she was still getting used to calling them that, would attract the right dirty old man; she adjusted her lace stockings, he...