I was lying naked on the bed in the spare room of my aunt’s house. I was here by choice, trying my best not to masturbate or think of sex. So far, it was torture. I was nearing the end of my visit to my Aunt Beatrice. I had been here for over 3 weeks,
Warning ! This extreme sex story was written as an very dirty adult fantasy. The sick author does not condone the described behavior in real life! I always dreaded having to stay with my Aunt Margaret. She was always so strict, and she really looked the part of a stern aunt. She always wore proper
It was easily one of the very worst days of my entire fucking life. All week I’d been thinking and dreaming about my Saturday night date with Lynda Griffith. You don’t know her, of course, but you probably know somebody a lot like her. Most guys here at State would kill for the chance to
“Hey mom! I’m home.” Alex the shortish brown haired, green-eyed girl called as she dropped her school bag at the kitchen door. “Mom?” She called again. “She’s not here.” A strange voice said from behind her. Alex jumped back from the stranger. “Who are you?” She demanded. The woman she was confronted with simply smiled.
I had been married to my wife for six years. From day one, everyone went to her aunt Wilma’s house to hang out, grab a drink, play cards and in general just chill out. It was where I could go for a good game of poker, as she was 67 years old and retired. I