Friday mornings were never the same after that first time. Matt would get out of bed with his wife, sit with her for breakfast, kiss her goodbye at the door and watch her drive to the station so that she could catch her train to London. It was all a pretence; he wasn’t being the loving husband in the slightest; he was making sure the coast was clear. Very clear. He would leave it for five minutes to make sure Sandra hadn’...

His sixteen-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Em (short for Emma), entered the kitchen as Matt finished his cereal, perched on the high stool by the breakfast bar. She exchanged a sly glance at her father and proceeded to get a dish from the cupboard. He could see that her short cotton nightdress did little to hide her rounded bottom. When she bent over to retrieve the milk from the fridge, she put her winking pussy on full v...

Emily’s time in Australia seemed to fly past. Matt and Maggie visited twice in the thirteen years that they spent there, but their time together was fraught with problems. The kids were much older needing far more attention and both parents and grandparents didn’t have any time to themselves, except for stolen moments that were all too brief for anything that was sexually satisfying. Emily almost despaired at the lack of...

Six months after the holiday to Centre Parks, Emily turned up at her parents, alone, with no kids in tow and with a serious face on her shoulders. When asked why she had come alone she just said that there was something she needed to tell them and that she had left the kids with Darren so that she could be on her own. Maggie nodded and knew that it was something serious. Her father immediately started to tell her that if...

Time seemed to fly by, and family sex had been well and truly off the menu for some time. Emily’s youngest, Angela was approaching four years old and Mark was coming up to six and her hands were full in more than one sense of the word. At least Darren had stepped up to the bar and was now giving her a good fucking when she needed it, but he never did seem to be possessive enough and so it was down to Emily and her parents...

It was four weeks after the flying visit to her parents that Emily had cause to phone her father for assistance. It wasn’t that kind of assistance, just that the garage roof was leaking and she wondered whether he would help fix it. Emily promised him bed and breakfast as a reward and Maggie sat opposite him, with the phone on speaker, looking at the broad grin on his face. She could see the cogs turning and imagined him...

Emily had parked the car with a wry smile, the baby paraphernalia started and she unbuckled the carrycot from the car, placed it on the ground, and emptied the car of everything she’d need for the day. Knocking at the door, she waited for the surprise look on her mum’s face. It was just as she expected. “What are you doing here?” “Just visiting mum, thought it would be a pleasant surprise,” she lifted the carrycot and pro...

The family get-together was always a happy occasion, especially around the Christmas period and especially when everyone had made an effort. Our two sons, Brian aged twenty-six, and David aged twenty together with their girlfriends Maria and Angela of similar ages as well as our daughter, Melissa aged thirty and her husband Geoff had all congregated at our house for the obligatory Christmas lunch and enough wine to put ev...

Emily sat in the chair opposite the bed, her legs apart and her fingers busy masturbating and watching the clock as it approached the birthday hour. She never took her eye off her twin sister Melissa, who was just thirty minutes older than her. More to the point she never took her eye off her brother’s cock that was fucking and pushing Melissa’s body into the bedclothes, rapidly bringing her to her third orgasm. She only...

Barbara knocked at the door of forty-seven Acacia Avenue and breathed a sigh of relief. With only an overnight suitcase for the whole weekend in tow, she leaned through the car window and paid the taxi fare. By the time she had turned to face the front door her mother was beaming at her, arms outstretched waiting for that hug. Her father stood behind waiting his turn. The hug seemed to go on for ages. “I can hardly get cl...

I hate weekends. The weekdays are so full of fun, things to look forward to, excitement, naughty thoughts, lustful behaviour and orgasms to die for, from a lover that can't get enough of my teenage body, complete with blossoming tits that just keep growing. At the moment my head is cocked to one side as I look out of the bedroom window and up into the trees that coat the mountainside. Birds of prey circle in the distance,...

For a thirty-six-year-old man, I was quids in. I had a satisfying job, with a good wage, a house in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of city life, and more to the point, a wife that was out-of-this-world sexy. We met in the city, at a late-night bar. We must have fallen in love at the precise moment our eyes met each other. She was the waitress at our work’s party table, supplying us with drinks and snippe...

Angela didn’t know where he got the idea from but her seventeen-year-old son, Matt, had suggested they attend Pastor Phillip’s Sunday School. It wasn’t widely advertised in the church events but was held every Sunday afternoon to a select few. Angela found this out by talking to her friend Sandy who also attended with her teenage son, Jerry. If Angela had to put two and two together then she would have come to the conclus...

The following morning was just as unexpected as the previous night. I awoke from slumber to the sound of a chirpy teenager, my granddaughter, offering me breakfast in bed. I turned towards the sound and slowly peeled my eyelids back. The slow reveal was tantalisingly gorgeous. A smooth, velvet slit was inches from my face. After taking in the glorious sight, I followed it upwards over her taught belly only to be presented...

I stood in the doorway, just watching, my mouth and eyes wide open. I couldn’t believe the sight before me. On top of the bed lay Stephanie, my granddaughter, naked and open-legged, pushing the biggest glass dildo that I have ever seen into her cunt with one hand while balancing with the other. Thrusting, in and out and moaning and groaning loudly. It was the noise that alerted me to the fact that something was wrong. It...