“I don’t usually pick up hitchhikers, but you look safe. Get in.” He was young and tall, just the sort that set my pussy juicing. I had to have him! I’m 38, divorced and I love to fuck, especially with the kind of tall, gorgeous hunk that just climbed into the car beside me. The
This story is fiction, a self satisfaction fantasy only. No one was hurt or damaged, the characters are fictional and meant for adult reading only. Hi, I am 19 my name is chase I live with my mom and dad and sister Sue she is 18, we get on okay, look out for each other
Elizabeth Jamieson and her son James, were far from being poor, when James was 10 his father a very prominent businessman had died in a freak auto accident. Leaving both James and his mother well over $30 million in insurance as well as numerous estates and titles. Still living in the lavish home James had
This story was written as an fantasy. The writer does not condone the described behavior in real life. My parents had rented a house for the week. My brother (the second oldest of four) was graduating from the academy and his wedding was planned to coincide. There was going to be a gathering of family,
It was one of the worst snowstorms ever to hit Augusta Maine. The snow was up to the window sills and all the roads were closed so I could not possibly make it to my classes at high school. When Dad divorced Mom, he received the family residence, and Mom took two small rental houses.
By the time I arrived at the home of my grandmother in Chicago, I had convinced myself that this would be the most boring and wasted weekend I had ever spent. My parents had moved away from the city years before, when I was in junior high. We visited my grandparents regularly in the years
Jeff was in love with his mother Patricia’s feet. He was 18, she was 38. They were absolutely gorgeous as far as he was concerned. He often fantasized about licking her size 8 soles and sucking on her big toes. Aside from having a foot fetish for his mom’s feet, he also kept a much
Third Waiter Shen could hardly contain his excitement. He’d spent a month’s salary on the love potions. The pink one would set ablaze the pubes of a woman whose thighs were held closed by an ice dragon. The black potion was blood of tiger. Once he’d drunk it, Shen would have the speed, tenacity and
“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 have for some time been writing about a relationship with my partners, 76 year old, Aunty Jean and her daughter Jane. I feel it is time to commit to paper how my attraction for much older women started some 31 years ago when I was 19. Like a lot of young men of that
his story was written as an extreme adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. Simka walks in the house, glad to be home, glad to be alone at home. “I think I am going to go sit in the hot tub for a while and just relax, especially since
I had been dating this beautiful, sexy, sex-crazed woman for about 3 months; her name was Linda. Linda was 38 at the time, 5’7, 125 lbs, with long blond hair, blue eyes, nice sized tits, a great ass (which she loved fucked!) and a sweet, shaved pussy, with long pink lips. Linda loved to fuck,
Sue twisted strands of her shoulder length brunette hair around and around her finger as she talked on the phone. “A movie and then something to eat? That sounds nice Jim.” She listened for a second and then said, “Cool, I’ll see you at six-thirty then.” Sue hung up the phone and then fell back
For Addie, it all began simply enough–a comment overheard when her grandson Jimmy and his friend Joey were staying over at her house three years earlier. They had come to San Francisco to see a rock concert, but stayed at her house the night before; going upstairs to check on them, Addie blushed when she
It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. This was the day my son and I did all of our laundry. We were usually sitting around in our underwear or an old t-shirt while all our clothes were in the wash. My son Alex and I were all that was left of our family. His father had