My Cousin

Karen. My cousin. Sweet flesh of my flesh. She has entered my dreams so often, I smell her in the soft folds of her slips and the humid little panties I snatch from her laundry. She is beautiful in a way that defies my understanding. Desirable and magnetic beyond my will to resist her. Tiny

Breakfast in bed with my granny

One morning, I knew that my mother and father were both at work, and I could smell breakfast being cooked. I lay there in bed, toying with my morning hard-on, thinking of my grandmother. Grandma had big tits, that’s all there was to it. At times, I had noticed that she wore no bra, and