I lay on Alice’s bed, staring at the ceiling. How many minutes had passed? I had no idea; my head was full of images from the last few hours. Steff, naked on my bed. Alice, on her knees and sucking my cock. The two of them, French kissing to share my cum. And now Steff had taken my sixteen-year-old daughter through to the main bedroom to show her some Mommy love. Life didn’t get any better, or more confusing, than this. I...

Farzana stirred her tea in the cramped kitchen of their semi-detached house on the outskirts of Manchester, the kind of place where the neighbors' arguments echoed through thin walls like a bad radio signal. At 35, she had settled into the rhythm of her life as a British Pakistani wife and mother, her long dark hair tied back in a practical ponytail, brown eyes scanning the rain-streaked window. Mohsin, her husband of twe...

Three months later, Steff introduced herself. I’d seen her around at Mass from the very first time Alice and I attended church. She wasn’t difficult to miss. A tall blonde with legs that went on forever, piercing blue eyes and a perfect hourglass figure. She had identical twin eighteen-year-old girls, equally tall and equally blonde. It’ll come as no surprise that Steff was incredibly popular amongst the male members of t...

Friday morning. "Penny, what's wrong? Over the past few weeks, you haven't been yourself. Are things okay, my dear? Nancy, who has been Penny’s neighbour and friend for the past two years, put a consoling hand on her shoulder; the touch of her hand nearly brought Penny to tears. In the kitchen of Penny's home, they sat on futuristic-looking plastic chairs and gossiped most mornings while their pot of Earl Grey tea sat on...

Saturday morning. Every time I walk past the wardrobe where I’ve hidden the strap and soothing cream, I feel a surge of guilt. Jack and Beth might have reassured me that they see their family relationship as loving, but I still feel off whenever I think of my daughter, Alice, like that. Not that I can’t see how sweet her ass is, or how pretty she is. If I do go down this road, it’s going to be a big step. Right now, I’m t...

Emma lay awake in bed and heard the whirring of the garage door. It must be Dad heading to the gym. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She quickly released her bladder and wiped her pussy. She brushed her teeth and headed to John's room. Wearing only a pair of simple, pale blue cotton panties and not bothering with a bra, her nipples were already hard. She wanted to surprise John with a morning blowjob. Emma p...

In the kitchen, I unpack the groceries with mechanical precision—coffee beans into the canister, bread on the counter, wine tucked away for later—my mind replaying the scene from the bedroom like a cruel loop. Cyrus's voice, those words meant for me, spilled out for her. "Fuck, you feel so good... I can't stop this." My hands tremble slightly as I fold the empty bags, jealousy coiling in my chest like a vine, tight and th...

It was a Friday afternoon, late in the day, and most folks in the open-plan office where I worked had already gone home, looking forward to a hot weekend of beach, barbecue, or a couple of lazy days in the backyard. I hadn’t moved yet. I had a question burning a hole in my chest. I’d had that question for a few weeks now, weighing me down. If I didn’t ask it now, I never would. “Jack?” “Yeah?” Jack’s my mentor, not that I...