When eighteen-year-old Connor pushed open the front door after school that Friday, he headed straight for the kitchen, dying for something cold to drink. Sure enough, there were his parents, Joe and Sienna Carter, already in their usual spots. His dad sat at the big wooden kitchen table, newspaper spread out in front of him, still in his work shirt and trousers. Mum was leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, sipp...

“I can’t believe you just asked me that!” “Why? I'm concerned for you.” “Because it's none of your damn business what I do with—I'm the parent here!” “Sure, and I’m the loving and concerned son who wants to know if his mom is being safe when she is out cuckolding his father!” Maureen was dumbstruck. She stepped back from him, almost falling off her CFM heels. He smiled with a touch of arrogance. “Yeah, I know what it is....

Pete stroked in and out of the redheaded prostitute at a steady pace. Her pussy clenched him, and he wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or not. She seemed lost in her pleasure, with her gasps and her closed eyes. He had to hold back from coming too quickly. Watching Katja and Mom suck Natasha’s breasts was too fucking hot. Mom seemed to be getting into it, too. She kept going when Katja started kissing her way up her sister...

They walked quietly back to the hotel. The cool evening air put Pete in a reflective mood. Mom’s surprise had been one helluva surprise. The sex with Natasha had been good, and he didn’t feel at all guilty about paying for it. How many times had he paid for dinner and a hotel room for a one-night stand? This was just another one-night stand, in so many ways. Admittedly, it’d been one with his mother… Which Natasha had act...

Pete woke Mom up early the usual way. After she’d flooded his mouth with her juices, she insisted he screw her hard and fast. Once he’d emptied himself into her pussy, they took a quick joint shower and packed for their trip. On the short flight, his mind once again drifted. Why exactly had Mom pushed him at the blonde? She’d been holding something back, but he couldn’t figure out exactly what. And would it have been so b...

I lay there in my bed for a moment reflecting on the coming day, my long blonde hair spread across the pillow like a golden halo. At a mere seventeen, I had graduated from college two years before. Now I am working on my PhD thesis on Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnets. Mom had always said that I was too brilliant for ordinary education. "Allie," Mom's voice drifted through the door, smooth as aged whiskey but with an e...

Pete lay on the mattress, feeling the warmth of Mom’s skin in his side. She’d gone silent, silent enough to hear the traffic outside. He gently rubbed her upper back as she continued to breathe steadily and regularly. After a few minutes, he prompted, “Like it too much…?” “Mmm… not like falling in love.” She snorted. “Not doing that.” “Thank God,” he joked. “I mean, I love you—” “But not that way.” He could feel her smile...

Their London hotel wasn’t as nice. More of a chain with a fancy exterior. Mom claimed the reservation was an error and they only needed one room. Since they shared the same last name, the clerk hadn’t even blinked. The room itself was also pretty small, and dominated by the queen-sized bed. The small sitting area only had one chair and a small round table. The window… well, the window let in light. “Quite a change,” Pete...

Pete kissed her jaw. Then back to her ear. He pulled her tight as he did and she sighed. After nuzzling behind her ear, her breathing grew ragged. He worked his way back to her neck and then down, tugging at her dress as he did so. When the dress puddled at her feet, he stepped back with an appreciative gaze. She’d worn black, lace trimmed panties and bra, but with black silk thigh high stockings. “Wow.” His eyes rose fro...

Mom chuckled. She actually chuckled. Pete’s face heated and he looked away. “I’m flattered,” she said, “but you know we can’t.” He shrugged. “Yeah. Sorry.” “It’s okay.” When he looked back, she was smiling again. “We’re just two ships who collided in the night.” “With one helluva collision.” “But neither of us sank.” She smirked. “But one of us went down.” She grinned and rolled her eyes. “Let’s not stick with this metaph...

Chapter One Pete’s shoulders sagged when he saw the crowded boarding area. Was all of Chicago flying to Scotland? It sure seemed like it. One of the overhead lights flickered, which, combined with the constant blare of the announcements, just upped his irritation. He scanned the area for open seats and didn’t spot any. Several people sat on the floor, their carry-on luggage arrayed around them. Many of them wolfed down fa...