The air in the garage was thick enough to taste, a familiar cocktail of motor oil, sawdust, and defeat. Under the single bare bulb, Liam sat hunched on a worn stool by his workbench. At 40, the man he was had been eroded by grief and circumstance, leaving a lean, almost gaunt frame that seemed too large for his slumped posture. His shaggy brown hair, shot through with premature grey at the temples, fell into his deep-set...

​It was Christmas Eve, and I couldn't help but feel a little mischievous. Especially since I had returned home from my first semester at college. I had just stumbled upon my stepmother's collection of stockings, and I couldn't resist the temptation to give them a closer look. As I sifted through the silky-smooth fabrics, I heard footsteps approaching. It was my stepmother, a beautiful woman in her late thirties. Her green...

Chapter One “What is it, honey?” my father asked, and the hue of my cheek went from pink to red. “N-nothing, Daddy,” I said and hurried back to my room. He caught me spying on him in the living room—err, not really spying, but watching him while I thought. “You sure?” he called after me, but I was near a sprint now back to my room. “Yeah, nothing!” I said as I closed my door. My heart raced from the adrenaline dump of wha...

My wife Jessie was away on business, a trip to London for a few days to negotiate the terms of a contract her company would be undertaking. We texted as she sat on the train, we FaceTimed as she walked through Euston, we FaceTimed again as she sat in the cab to her hotel, and then later, once she was settled in her room, she FaceTimed me again. "I hate being away from you, sweetheart," she said, her face close to the scre...

I was still catching my breath when the pounding returned to the door and made me jump before my mom’s harsh screams began again. “What the fuck are you doing in there, Dan?! You have no business being in my daughter’s room for this long! Come out here now and face me like a man, you fucking coward! If you want to walk out of me—fine! I’ll take the house and all the money, everything! You’ll be begging to come back to me!...

Chapter One I have to be quiet tonight. Not because Daddy’s listening—Daddy always listens—but because Mother is home too. Ooof! I knew she was home because I could hear her yelling even from my bedroom on the second floor, with my door closed, and music playing. That woman needs to get laid… Too bad my mom has the personality of skunk and the sex appeal of a porcupine. I know my dad isn’t fucking her now and I could imag...

I could barely focus on school. The pull between anxiety and euphoria was beyond real. I had fantasies about when I returned home and my daddy lifting me up onto the kitchen counter and fucking me like the horny slut that I was. But then I had the much more realistic fear that I would come home to another lecture about how last night I was wrong and how I shouldn’t think about it or masturbate to it anymore. No matter how...

Just as Sarah finished her breathless description of the forbidden act in the laundry room, and before the girls could act on Linda’s trance-like state, Linda snapped back to reality, but only marginally. The sheer force of the nymphomania triggered by the narrative left her utterly shattered, robbing her of her anger and control. Linda's eyes snap open, wide and glazed, staring past her daughters. She yanks her hand away...

So the jig was up, as they used to say. How long Elaine had been standing in the doorway to my stepmom's bedroom was anybody's guess, but suffice to say it was long enough. She didn't bother hanging around, however. Once we made eye contact, she spun on her heels and disappeared. The show was over. I looked at Mom and then at my flaccid cock lying at the entrance to her ravaged pussy. Cum was still draining from her. Need...