“I…you know I don’t think my mom would want you down here and…” “And why is that, Jake? Why do you think my prude of an older sister doesn’t want me near her little boy?” “I…I don’t know.” “I think you do.” Auntie replied. Sliding down the bed, she rested her head on my shoulder
My name is Neal I was a rather normal eighteen year-old in the Sixties. I had normal parents, normal grades in school, normal looks, normal hobbies, normal friends. Except for my friend, Bill’s mother, Betty, who was anything but normal. She seduced me! No lie; one week I’m this hopeless virgin jacking off four times
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer
To start with, my name is Jay and my best buddy for most of my life has been Russell and this is about my 18th birthday. Well at least the celebration of it the weekend following my 18th birthday. As I was still in High School had to wait until the following weekend to whoop
Debbie and Jake indulged in this new angle on their mutual fun on a daily basis, usually in the early evenings on weekdays, and then twice on Saturdays and Sundays – once in the morning, once in the evening, Jake still jerked off on his own a lot, not wanting to tire his mum out
I smiled as I looked at the teenage blonde, sitting on the couch, no clothes on, a smile on her face. Her two, small titties were the size of tangerines, with dark brown nipples, stiff and ready to be sucked and pulled on. Her tanned skin looked inviting, as she spread her legs, saying “Come
Dad wanted to throw a New Years Eve party last year and mom liked the idea. So Dad wanted me to go to a friend’s place to stay for the night but at the last minute they had to go out of town, so I stayed home. I told Dad that I would stay in
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
Eric gets a call from his old friend, Joel, 55, who invites him for a visit to his rural home near Mount Shasta in Northern California. They were hippies together in the old days, with free love for all. Joel has three young girls, ages eight to ten, with his young second wife, Daisy. Joel
Marie eased her car into the carport beside her house, switched off the engine and went inside. She paused by the kitchen sink to pour herself a very stiff Scotch and water, figuring that the drink would help her relax and forget about the tensions still gnawing at her womb. She carried the drink through
It was obvious from the moment they walked into the pub that they were mother and daughter. A further brief look at the two, and it was apparent that the older woman once had all the sexual allure that her offspring now half- innocently exuded. It wasn’t that the mother, (I found out later her
This was absolutely the last straw. The last couple of times Billy got beaten up at his junior high school, there was really not much I could do. Children can be awfully cruel, and aside from advising him to stay out of the troublemakers’ way (and failing that, try to reason with his harassers), I
“No one ever did it to me that way before,” Sherri said the next morning as they ate a late breakfast. “What way; Mom?” he asked. “Back there,” she said, shyly. “You know where.” “Why don’t you just say in your ass and get it over with, Mom?” “I don’t use such language,” she said,
Donny got up off the bed and put his hand in his mother’s. Nervously, they made their way down the hall to Laurel’s room, both of them trembling with lust, excitement, and the added zest of knowing what they were about to do was considered wrong by almost everyone. “If you’re gonna be a man,”
Robbie left her bed just in time. Hal came home around midnight, and she had just shooed her son out of her room only five minutes earlier. She worried that her husband would notice the mussed sheets, smell the scent of hot cunt and wild fucking that lingered in the room, but all he did