The young lady had just been given a long, boring lecture about the proper conduct for young ladies from her aged grandmother, in her mother’s absence. In one way the lass was happy that her mother was away for hanging in her closet was the terrible instrument of correction — a genuine Scottish tawse. The
Kitten skated home lazily. She wasn’t in any hurry so there was no need to rush. Besides, the plug wedged firmly in her young rectum made vigorous roller-blading unpleasant. She was taking her time, mentally going over her day and allowing the pleasant memories to get her excited. Of course the plug helped a bit
I thought life was pretty bad before Mom brought Edward home. I would learn over the next months that my life up ’til then was heaven compared to what life with Edward turned out to be. In some ways grew up pretty fast. I can’t remember a time when Mom wasn’t drinking or drunk, I
I was driving my Buick Deuce Deuce Five Convertible at a full sixty down the windy Highway 66, heading east. My girlfriend Terry was frigging herself in the front seat. I drove one handed, sipping a bottle of Cold Creek water with the other. My dick was crumpled up in my pants; I wanted to
Jonas Elliot walked out of the gleaming office building in downtown Los Angeles, whistling as he put on his sunglasses. It was late in August; temperature was high in the 80s and a day of Santa Ana winds had blown away all the smog, revealing the majestic mountains that ocasionally made an appearance. The beauty
For the past 2 weeks Marie had noticed when she got home that her mother was already there and locked in her bedroom. She could hear sounds on the other side of the door but was unable to clearly hear what was going on and it bothered her that Mona was keeping something from her.
Mandy was a good friend of ours. She was in her mid 30’s and had a daughter – Lauren, approaching 18. Mandy was very protective of her daughter since her husband Jeff had left, and perhaps saw us as parent figures as her own parents were many miles away. Mandy was sweet and quiet, and
I woke up this morning, with a piss-hard-on. This is NOT unusual for me, as I find it harder to hold my bladder all night long as I get older, and still ignore the call of nature in the morning. I turned over, and cuddled up to my wife, Marsha. At 32 years old, she
With her husband out of town for the month, Mary and her daughter Sue had gone out shopping for the weekend. Sue was in her mid 20s and Mary was going on 45. When Sue suggested they go to an adult theatre at first she was shocked but then laughed at the thought. She had