Part 3 - Sister's Dilemma  It was early evening and David Cashmore lay on his back on his mother’s queen-sized bed. His mother, still fully clothed, straddled his naked body.  She was performing fellatio on her son, slowly sliding her tongue along his shaft and then lapping at his pink glans, sucking the drops of pre-seminal fluid as they seeped from the eye of his cock. She was in no hurry to bring her son to orgasm and...

Around the time that agents Moore and Pires were following the Russians in Oxford Street, Kate Davenport was just a few blocks away in a lunchroom in Bond Street. She had been shopping all morning and almost arrived late for her appointment with Jasmine, her Canadian friend who was already seated at a table in the back. The two women hadn’t seen each other in ages, so the first half hour of the conversation was spent on c...

Part 2 - The Massage  Michele hardly spoke to her son for the next three weeks.  She was ashamed and confused by what she had done and blamed David for it to a large extent.  As far as she was concerned he had cajoled her into masturbating him.   “God! What about if he brags about it at school!!!” she said to herself, worried almost sick. But she couldn’t control her desires or her fantasies.  She masturbated with her vib...

Part One - Michael and Michele  Michele Cashmore had raced home from work early to tell her son the good news.  She had not only been promoted; she was going to get a huge pay raise.  She raced inside their small two-story cottage and quickly climbed the stairs, her high-heels clattering on the wooden treads.  She snatched at the doorknob and flung open the door to her son’s bedroom. “David! Guess what? I got a pro…………..”...

The week seemed to drag on much longer than normal, but Friday finally arrived. Mike Drake, the drama or stagecraft teacher, observed that all his students were just as restless as he was. He attributed it to the arrival of Spring weather and the upcoming Spring break.  As the students broke into groups to plan the pantomime exercise they were to present in a few minutes, he ran through his short checklist. He had no home...

Chapter 3 After I had finished my homework I came downstairs for dinner. It felt strange sitting at the table dressed in only in my apron and my cocquette. Aunty Jean was still dressed in her mauve satin blouse and white duchess satin pencil skirt, flesh-toned sheer seamed stockings and white high-heeled court-shoes. She had refreshed her perfume before dinner and her scent was delicious. My buttocks still stung a little...

Chapter 2 I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had gone. She had left me a note; it read: 'Wear this ... AND ONLY THIS!!! After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall and wait!' The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged wit...

Chapter 1 It was 1959 and I was sixteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a foster home my Aunty Jean had taken me in as her ward. Aunty Jean was forty-five and quite an attractive woman for her age. Her body was a little on the large side but she had large creamy breasts and stunning legs for a woman her age. She worked in an office in the city and he...

Marc was too excited to sleep that night as his mind was swimming with anticipation about his meeting with Charlene. His fearful side reminded him that he had her business card and that he should call her and cancel their meeting. His experimental side chimed in that she had discovered his secret and didn't laugh or tell his parents. She instead kissed him and then invited him to meet her on Saturday morning. At some poin...

It was his own fault. He had spent far too long admiring himself in the mirror and revelling at the sight of the erotic garments he had donned and time had slipped away from him. Just the feeling of these silky garments against his skin made him hard as they always did and a masturbation session would soon follow. The mirror on one side of his sliding closet doors reflected the image of a tall and tanned young man with lo...

Luke sat there wide-eyed as his sister moved behind Jessica's and unfastened her bra. The moment the bra fell away, Jessica crossed her arms over her breasts as if to hide them from Luke's stare. Julie moved in closer and pressed her bra covered breasts into Jessica's back as she gently took hold of her wrists. "You don't want to really hide your girls from us do you?" she purred into the blond's ear in between kissing he...

Once inside the shower stall, the two girls couldn't keep their hands off of each other. As they lathered each other up they marvelled at the way that their hands slid across their naked bodies. They somehow managed to keep their hands to themselves and finished showering. Then clad in bath towels they beat a hasty retreat across the hall to Julie's room. As they finished drying they chatted about the earlier events. It h...

I had shuffled slowly out of the open-air arena and into the adjoining metro station. Hemmed in on all sides I stood surrounded by my fellow fans of 'The Mounds of Venus' an all girl lesbian rock band. The train pulled in and urged on by the anonymous station announcer we moved right on down inside the car. A quick glance confirmed that all the seats were taken and I would be strap hanging for the journey home. With a jol...

Now his duo identity was not an easy thing to maintain. His lingerie was washed in the half-bath sink in the wee hours of the morning. He then had to creep downstairs to the basement and hang them in the fort. The wig and makeup were also kept in the back of the fort hidden in an old suitcase with a working lock that he found in the second-hand store. All this secrecy was necessary because young men did not want to dress...

That evening he thought about Gene and what had happened in their old fort. He finally had the opportunity to wear something besides the slip he had shoplifted and enjoyed dressing up for his friend and what had happened as a result. He didn't feel weird or strange about it. "Maybe I should have been born a girl," Ian mused before falling asleep. Two days later Gene appeared at his door with another paper bag. Inside was...