The alarm wakes me up with its excessive buzzing at 5:35am. I groan and push my head under the pillow while my husband gets up for the thrice weekly 6am 5km run part of his mid-life crisis. I hear the front door slam and his car start up and drive off down the gravel drive. Why he doesn’t get up fifteen minutes earlier and run the kilometre or so to where he meets his fellow runners, I don’t know. I asked him once and he...

I spend all day Tuesday waiting for a ring of the doorbell, but nothing. No redheaded teenage temptress darkens my door. I can’t decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Aoife has become a bit more outgoing and has dinner with us. I attempt to find out who the boy is but am shot down every time. By the time Friday comes around, I’m bracing myself for another confrontation but she doesn’t even ask if she can go out. S...

After my stepdaughter sent me the video of herself masturbating, knowing I would watch it and masturbate too, Chloe is surprisingly well behaved for the rest of the evening. She joins me and her father in the living room as we all watch a dreadful film with Liam Neeson in it as yet another psychotic hitman. Admittedly, every time I glance over at her, she manages to have her legs spread just enough so that I can see the p...

“So Mummy,” Chloe whispers, “I think it’s time you saw what we bought earlier.” I swallow. I knew she’d bought more stuff in the sex shop. A shiver runs down my spine at what she has planned. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a little box. It’s black with silver writing on it and with a transparent window. I can see metal glistening inside. I stare uncomprehendingly at the writing on the box. Petite Sensations Beginn...

We get up from the cafe. I’ve slipped my foot, with my toes covered in Chloe's cum, and all back into my sandal, and we walk towards the car park. Chloe suddenly puts her hand to her head and spins around. “We forgot to get new panties, Mummy.” “Please, Chloe,” I beg. “Can’t we go home. I’m desperate. You’ve been edging me all day.” She gives that malevolent grin I’ve come to recognise over the past 24 hours and slowly sh...

I leave the clothes shop, following my sixteen year old stepdaughter as she skips along the concourse. She twirls around and looks at me, then suddenly whips up her hoodie and flashes her exposed breasts at me. I stop dead. The pale skin, the beautiful handfuls of pert teen tits, each adorned with a rock hard marshmallow pink nipple. She sees me start to drool and quickly pulls the top down again before someone notices. S...

It’s Saturday morning. My husband is going through another one of his mid-life crises. I’ve lost track but I think he is cycling today. He headed off at the crack of dawn all dolled up in lycra and I’m now lying awake relieving the events of yesterday afternoon when my step-daughter caught me sniffing her panties. What happened next was something I’d fantasised more times than enough in the darkest recesses of my mind. Bu...

I’m on my knees loading the washing machine. I have the house to myself with everyone else is out and am trying to be the domestic goddess everyone imagines me to be. I pull out the dirty clothes from the laundry basket we keep in the main bathroom and sort them into piles of whites and coloured. The amount of dirty clothes my sixteen year old step-daughter creates is enough for a load on its own. She seems to wear a diff...

James Keddy owned the town. His empire spread across the mills, the mines and the factories. While not everybody worked for him, there wasn't a family in the town who didn't depend on him for employment. John Nicolas led his wife Molly through the gates and into the garden of Keddy’s estate. Molly had only just turned nineteen and been married to John for less than three months. John was four years older and worked in the...

I stand at the top of the stairs, watching Katie as she picks up her bag and slams the front door behind her. I worry that I’ve gone too far. An icy chill styles over me as I begin to imagine Katie running to Aoife, sobbing openly as she describes how I tied her to the bed and fucked her ass with a strap-on dildo. By the time Aoife and Clodagh come bursting in the door in time for tea, I’ve worked myself up into a paranoi...

its Mistress had ruined it. its clothing was now always easy access with nothing underneath. its skirt was to be short enough to be either raised or discarded completely depending on her mood. its pierced nipples were always on display under tight tops or loose diaphanous blouses. it was now her free use whore. She used it whenever, wherever, however She wanted. She used its face in alleyways, fingered it in restaurants o...

I enter the bar just as I've been told. When the barmaid comes to take my order, she glances down my top. Her eyes widen, then she smirks. She whistles to draw everyone's attention before making me stand and remove my top. The sound of chairs being moved back as people get to their feet echos around the bar. It reminds me of the hyenas in the Lion King. The first has his jeans undone, cock in hand before he reaches me. It...

“Do you fancy coming on a trip with me?” Sinead glanced up at her friend Izzy. They were supposed to be restocking the towels in the changing rooms but Izzy was more interested in gossiping. “Where to?” “Only to a Billionaire’s private island,” Izzy giggled. “What are you talking about?” Izzy flicked her dyed blonde hair back and sat on the laundry room worktop. “Well, you know I was working on reception last week?” Sinea...

She finally crawls from the hotel room bed and starts to get dressed. “Do you really have to leave so soon?” “Well, I could text him and say I’m delayed." She looks at me. "Am I being delayed?” I drape my arms around her neck and pull her closer. “It might be a while before I’m ready to let you go.” She grins and unfastens her blouse once more. "You might be very, very, very delayed." I gaze into her eyes as I lick my lip...