Lady Catharine knew something was going on with her husband. He was spending more and more time away from their bed, always with a flimsy excuse of some kind. But Catharine also noticed a couple of the new maidens recently hired as kitchen staff were walking stiffly. She knew the signs. Her husband's huge cock had ravaged her pussy many times over the years, and despite the pleasures she felt from their coupling, there wa...

Sir Thomas, Lord of the manor, paced in the great hall of his house. Guests would be arriving soon, and he wanted things to be perfect. In addition to his wealthy neighbors, the Duke's son would be attending along with the Bishop and the local priest from the village, and he wanted to make an impression. He had finally decided to leave the kitchen preparations to the staff as he realized he was only getting in the way eac...

The spring harvest was going well, and as Lord Thomas sat astride his huge warhorse, he took in the panoramic view of his lands from his hilltop vantage point. His servant and aide, Reginald, sat next to him on a smaller steed. "Yes, indeed, sire. Things are moving along. At this rate, the wheat shall be ready for milling in no time. This has been a year of abundance, praise the Lord." Thomas smiled at the holy reference...

So the Rubicon had been crossed. Erin had sealed the deal despite her rules about breastfeeding without sex. Vince felt some relief that it was her decision and not his. As much as he enjoyed it, he was willing to obey the ground rules that had been established. But Erin seemed to have planned for this to happen. Why else would she have asked him to undress? When they were done, she had not acted upset or guilty by any me...

When Jerry returned home, his brain was once again a jumble of emotions and mental images. Within the last couple of weeks, his life had changed dramatically. His friend and neighbor, Erin Lovejoy, had made him an offer he could never have imagined. She asked him if he would be interested in helping her out by suckling on her huge breasts. Erin had induced her breasts to produce milk for reasons he didn't completely under...

When Jerry returned home, he sat down and analyzed just what had happened. Erin had given him a delightful handjob, but was that sex? According to Bill Clinton and Erin, the answer was no. If so, no problem. He would take a hand job any day, especially from a lovely lady like Erin who loved to have her monster mounds suckled regularly. He still hadn't quite figured out the whole lactation thing, but why worry about someth...

Christmas day was relatively uneventful to start–at least compared to years past. Vince's sisters were the only ones mildly excited about getting up early and opening gifts, mainly because they were still young enough to get excited about that sort of thing. His parents exchanged modest presents with the excuse that "every day is Christmas for us." His grandparents had long since given up trying to figure out what each ot...

Saturday finally arrived, although to Jerry it felt like weeks since he had last nursed Erin's magnificent mounds. As agreed previously, he would arrive at her house around ten a.m., and she would be waiting. His relationship with her had quickly developed from friendly chatting and occasional light coffee "dates" to this: fondling and nursing her huge breasts. According to Erin, it was not a sexual experience that she wa...

Erin Lovejoy sat in her bedroom, depressed and unsure what to do next. Divorced and alone, she was rife with attributes. She had plenty of money after the settlement. Her house was paid for. Her two children were both starting successful careers and even though they lived in different cities from Erin, they regularly kept in touch. She should be happy, she reasoned. Unfortunately, she was not. Since the divorce, she had b...

Christmas Eve, Vince excused himself from his family just before lunch. "I'm meeting Sharon to check out her business. I'll probably be gone all afternoon, but I promise to be back for dinner." "We hardly see you these days, Vince. And when do we get to meet the mysterious Sharon?" Vince's mom gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek. "You've certainly seen quite a bit of her. She must be something. And just what kind of bus...

When Vince returned to his grandparents' condo, the family was gathered around the television. He did his best imitation of the dutiful son and answered all the annoying questions thrown at him regarding college. He was more circumspect about his evening, however. "I have a possible job opportunity with a businesswoman who lives here in the development. I just happened to sit next to her on the plane. Pure luck." Of cours...

With final exams out of the way, Vince excitedly threw his clothes in a suitcase and gave a last look at his dorm room to make sure he had everything he would need for two weeks. Part of the reason for his excitement was that he would be leaving the blowing snow and cold of Minnesota for the warmer climes of Arizona. His parents and sibs were already there at his grandparents, and he would be the last to arrive. Even thou...

Sean awoke in the middle of the night and reached for his mother, who was conspicuously missing. It had been a wild night. The family meeting laid out a few simple family ground rules about consent and secrecy, but the bottom line was that primal urges no longer had to be stifled. When his mother returned from her bedroom in a skimpy nightgown and announced that she was ready and willing, Sean did not hesitate. His mother...

Time has a way of passing us by quickly—too quickly—many would say. Christmas was approaching, and Bree was in a particularly festive mood. Her daughter Demi would be home for a couple of weeks from college, and the whole family would be together for the first time in months. Sean, now a senior in high school, would be on school vacation, as well. David had promised to take time off from work while the kids were home. Bre...

With the cabin cleaned of all incriminating evidence, Sean and his mother were soon on the road home. Bree, Sean's mother decided she wanted to drive, in part to keep her mind off of recent events, namely having incestuous sex with her seventeen-year-old son, Sean. But it didn't work. She tried to focus on the winding road down the mountainside, but the film that kept replaying in her head featured her son performing cunn...