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
I recently attended a family wedding, and at the reception I was asked to dance by one of my nieces. For simplicity’s sake, I will call her Chris, because that happens to be her name. She came up to me and said she would like to dance with one of her favorite uncles. The music
They had been married only eight months when they went to a party that I was also attending and he left her by herself and she got drunk. The party turned into an orgy of sorts with married couples going to others for sexual pleasure and fun. I was late to the party and found
This story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Mandy was a good friend of ours. She was in her mid 40’s and had a daughter – Lauren, approaching 20. Mandy was very protective of her daughter since her husband Jeff had left, and perhaps saw us as parent figures
I know a bunch of this stuff, probably 98 percent of it, is false about incest. But in email chats with this guy Long Boy Slim, he convinced me to let him post this story I forwarded to him, word for word. It’s true. It’s what happened between me and my mom. I can’t say
Mike peered over Gabrielle’s shoulder as they both read the email. Both were excited beyond words, yet ever cognizant of the fact that it was still only an email and that the true test would be in meeting the couple in person. Such was usually the case when meeting people through these internet personals sites.
After my incredible discovery; finding out at Thanksgiving that my parents were having sex with my aunt and dad’s cousin and his wife and them including me – after my horrible divorce – in their fun times, life couldn’t be any better. My parents Bob and Sharon 71 and 68 my aunt Doris 66, my
My twin nieces have kept my balls drained for a few years now, and nobody knows about it. Ever since I passed out one New Year’s eve and woke up to find Deanie and Debbie jacking me off into a glass of champagne, they’ve enjoyed the “fruit of my loins,” so to speak. I’m about
I was awakened by my computer playing a wave sound file I had made from an old 78 recording. “Wake up, Wake up you sleepy head. Get up, get up, get out of bed.” I rubbed my eyes to clear the blurriness and focused on the numbers on the monitor screen. It was December 24,
Aunt Cecilia had lived alone until the day her sister died in 1955 she was forced to take in her sixteen year old nephew. She enjoyed living alone and was not offended by the term old maid or spinster, she enjoyed her job as a librarian and thought a good book and a hot coffee
Since Wendy’s school trip to Paris, we had become very friendly with her teacher, Miss Roberts. Angela, as we had come to know her proved to be a good companion, and what is more interesting, an insatiable and imaginative lesbian. She often used to visit us and her relationship with Wendy blossomed into a passionate
The patient’s mother, Miss Smith, phoned me to set up her son’s examination. The boy had just turned 18. She felt he required a special exam session due to what she had seen him doing with another boy of his own age. She had came home from work early one day to find her son
I did something bad tonight. I mean really wrong. I want to make something very clear though: this is not my fault. I was scouring the net minding my own business, checking out nice, decent, respectable erotic story sites like Literotica, Mr. Double, Kristen, etc. I’m not talking about the sicko perv sites. Wham out
Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind of job many men would have envied; she was a sports commentator for super bike racing and loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to
Mick knew he was in trouble when he walked in the door. I was standing in the middle of the room and my brother Ed was seated on the couch. We were both a bit hung over from the wedding reception the night before. Mick, my nineteen year old son, had gotten married to this