After everyone had gone to bed, I lay in my room thinking about everything that had happened. It was incredible, really, knowing I'd made Grace feel so good, and giving her her first orgasms. As I sat there, thinking and recalling, my door cracked open and light flickered onto my headboard. Thinking it might be my mom, I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep. A voice called to me."Jack?" I ignored it, hoping she'd...

The house phone suddenly rang. I sprung up to get it, but Katie had me beat immediately. Grace grabbed me by the legs and somehow forced me down to her. Before I knew it, she had crawled on top of me and had her tongue in my mouth. She was more aggressive than Katie had ever been - she had pushed me to the floor, and I would have had to really resist to get her off of me. But I didn't want her off of me - she was fucking...

When I woke up, it was pitch black. Not even like last night; I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. The fact that the room smelled like sex and I was definitely not in my bed gave away that last night had not been a dream. I definitely didn't want it to be, anyway. I felt around the bed in search for Katie, and finally found her. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly dragged them down her arms. She let out a qu...

Katie's hand flew up over my mouth, even though I was being dead silent. We listened for a few moments as our seemingly drunk mother stumbled around the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and close, but nothing was put in or taken out. Luckily, though the couch is visible from the kitchen, it is facing away and the back of the couch blocks visibility of anyone laying down. This was obviously especially lucky, since her son...

For starters, my name is Jack. I've attended the same school, Southeast Smith Northwestern, for my entire childhood. There isn't much to know about me, not much different from your average guy. I like reading, sometimes, I love video games, I watch a lot of porn and masturbate plenty. I wasn't sexually active at the time of this story. Not yet, anyway. But I had just turned seventeen, and I've never been one to break a la...