Poppy's mum's birthday dinner was roast chicken. Drey was there, as was the rest of the family, and he was being, well, being Uncle Drey. His ankle kept touching Poppy's under the table for a full minute. Not moving. Just pressed together. Poppy's mum was talking about her new client, and all Poppy could think about was the raw sound her Uncle Drey would make when he finished inside her. She wondered if it was more or les...

Drey set his fork down. "There's a place," he said, his voice lower now. "The Alvernia, on the west side. It's... quiet." Poppy dabbed her lips with the napkin, a deliberate and slow motion. "A hotel?" she asked, her green eyes holding his. "Just the kind of quiet I had in mind, Uncle Drey?" He shifted in his seat. "It's just discreet," he muttered, unable to look away from the freckles dusted across her nose. "We could t...

Katia held her '000131' embossed ticket, choosing to be in no other place right now. All the women who sat either side of her on the waiting bench were all very attractive and similar in age, each with an excited grin; sharing the same amorous feeling as she did about what was coming. Across sat older men, each eagerly eyeing the women. Eventually it was Katia's turn; her number was called, and ticket in hand, she was joi...

'WTF,' Jenna thought, tightly crossing her legs. Warmth and wetness instantly spreading inside her cotton panties. Tucking her chin down timorously, intentionally diverting her eyes from everyone in the coffee shop. Holding her neck, feeling her flesh rapidly soaking under her steadily deepening breaths Her finger slipped down her cleavage. She pressed the warm mug into her chest as her other hand began moving between her...

Faye feigned a smile. She had never given her lift companion a second look before, just knowing he was always suit-and-booted and they both lived in the building. Shuffling side-by-side to feel the fabric of his suit on her bare arm, she pressed closer, her bottom lip pinched by teeth as she suddenly felt an attraction, ENERGY, sending her heartbeat thumping below her blouse, heat radiating inside her dampening panties at...

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...