Three days later, Alison calls. “Hi,” she says when I answer. “Can you talk?” “For you, I can.” I settle back in my chair and remember the way she looked when she orgasmed. “I’ve just been talking about you.” That’s a little worrying. “To Kele?” “No, another colleague. Monica.” That’s more than a little worrying. “Alison, it’s risky talking to people about what happened between us. I was a patient at your clinic; you coul...

Tuesday, a week after my encounter with Kele, I watch Alison as she walks up to the wine bar door and peers in. I’d called her number a couple of days after she’d given it to me and arranged this meeting. She sees me with a hint of relief and enters, glancing around like she’s nervous someone’s going to recognise her. I’m over by the bar, and when she reaches me, I ask what she wants to drink. She orders a white wine spri...

“You are fifty,” the consultant said as he examined the scan of my knee. “Not twenty.” Tell me about it. I'm sitting in a wheelchair, in his consultation room, my leg sticking straight out in front of me, the knee joint swollen to the size of a football. I had decided to hop over a five-bar gate rather than go to all the trouble of opening and closing it. The knee hadn't quite exploded on the landing side but had come clo...

Day 4 is another beach day. Tom and Lucien are out for the day with their mum and dad. I spend a couple of hours in the morning surfing with Laura before the three remaining girls decide they want to build the biggest sandcastle ever. I help for a bit, until Laura comes over to sit and watch us for ten minutes or so, before she says to me, “I need a fag break. Coming?” I tell the girls that I’ll be back and trail Laura up...

It's 2026, and we are talking 1995. My Dad is like that now. Dementia has its ugly hold, and most of the time, he looks out of his care home window and has conversations with his long-dead parents. For all he knows, or cares, I'm not sitting beside him, and if he does see me, I am a stranger to him. But occasionally, whatever wiring in his head that has gone wrong fixes itself, and he is back in the real world. We are the...

Somehow, Jade has got me hard again. My cock is aching from the last few hours of fucking, and now the overtime that Jade is putting it through. She’s kneeling beside me, blonde hair spilling across my stomach as she gently sucks my cock. The sounds she’s making are the biggest turn-on. A messy combination of dribbling, slathering and choking. All I can do is close my eyes and fight the urge to shove my cock down her thro...

Alice sat on the edge of Amber’s bed, feet restless as she waited for Amber to return. Nerves were tightening her muscles. She’d jumped into this with both feet, but the minute or so delay while Amber went hunting for the vibrator was giving her second thoughts. She knew where her dad would be, getting ready for a threesome with Steffanie and Jade. That made her jealous, thinking of what Steff and her daughter would be do...

I lay on Alice’s bed, staring at the ceiling. How many minutes had passed? I had no idea; my head was full of images from the last few hours. Steff, naked on my bed. Alice, on her knees and sucking my cock. The two of them, French kissing to share my cum. And now Steff had taken my sixteen-year-old daughter through to the main bedroom to show her some Mommy love. Life didn’t get any better, or more confusing, than this. I...

Three months later, Steff introduced herself. I’d seen her around at Mass from the very first time Alice and I attended church. She wasn’t difficult to miss. A tall blonde with legs that went on forever, piercing blue eyes and a perfect hourglass figure. She had identical twin eighteen-year-old girls, equally tall and equally blonde. It’ll come as no surprise that Steff was incredibly popular amongst the male members of t...

Saturday morning. Every time I walk past the wardrobe where I’ve hidden the strap and soothing cream, I feel a surge of guilt. Jack and Beth might have reassured me that they see their family relationship as loving, but I still feel off whenever I think of my daughter, Alice, like that. Not that I can’t see how sweet her ass is, or how pretty she is. If I do go down this road, it’s going to be a big step. Right now, I’m t...

It was a Friday afternoon, late in the day, and most folks in the open-plan office where I worked had already gone home, looking forward to a hot weekend of beach, barbecue, or a couple of lazy days in the backyard. I hadn’t moved yet. I had a question burning a hole in my chest. I’d had that question for a few weeks now, weighing me down. If I didn’t ask it now, I never would. “Jack?” “Yeah?” Jack’s my mentor, not that I...

It's Saturday morning, 10 a.m., the day after my jerk off video. Kayla is volunteering for the Church’s Street Mission Project and won’t be home until 5. I'm standing out back of the house, drinking a morning cup of coffee, and trying to summon up the enthusiasm to mow the lawn. I hear the back door open and close, and then Rosalind comes to stand beside me. I glance at her. She's got a glass of orange juice, and is dress...

Ever heard of the saying ‘time flies when you're having fun’? I was having fun. Every day, I would log into Rosalind's phone, and every day, I was masturbating over photos and videos of my daughter. The guilty feeling had lasted all of 24 hours. The day after I first saw her gallery, Ros created another video. It opens with her lying on her bed wearing just her underwear. She's holding the phone with one hand, giving an a...

My wife, Kayla, and I bought our daughter Rosalind her first phone when she was 12 years old. It came with the usual rules and warnings. We had to know her password; there would be controls on what websites she could use. She could never meet in person anyone she got to know in a chat room, and as parents, we could check her phone whenever we liked for inappropriate content. For the first few months, Kayla checked the pho...

Jack realised he’d got lost the third time around the inner expressway, as he passed once again the squat, redbrick shape of an old factory building now converted into a set of high-rent apartments. He cursed the road ahead, unable to switch lanes because of a grey Volkswagen on his inside and a blue flatbed on his outside. The gaping maw of an underpass sucked him in once again as orange roof lights cast the dashboard in...