My grandfather died when I was teen, and my grandmother never remarried. I had always wondered why, and sometimes I wondered if she dated. She would come over, and I used to wonder what she looked like naked, if her body was still in good enough shape for a man to be interested. She wasn’t
There can’t be anything worse than being 18 and having your mother catch you fucking your boyfriend right? Wrong. Mom caught us alright, but she not only caught me, she caught my cousin, Ann, too. We were both in my bed, with my boyfriend. She walked in just after Jim came in Ann’s pussy, and
The party raged upstairs as our multiple relatives and family friends enjoyed the festivities while getting progressively more intoxicated. It seemed like the annual event was New Years at our place. Why I don’t know, it was just the tradition. I never really got into it. I guess I didn’t get along with my cousins,
Helen St. Claire was a stubborn woman who always did what she wanted. Since her husband, Earl, died, fifteen years ago, she was resolute in the fact that she didn’t need help from anyone. Even at the tender age of 85, Helen still drove herself to the diner, everyday, to gossip with the members of
Betty is tired of anonymous sex, so one night after she’s all ready to go out, she gets drunk instead. Her four sons come home and find her skirt up to her hips, and extremely drunk. They help her to bed, making sure to undress her nice clothes and lingerie before doing so. As I
Beth Wilson walked down the path from the old farmhouse, where she lived with her family, to the river that flowed through the woods. Beth was thirty nine years old, willowy with long legs and soft brown hair. She had a pretty, classical face with a sharp nose and a dazzling smile. Even after three
I remember my mom’s friend Beth used to come over twice a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of
Amanda was by any stretch of the imagination a truly beautiful woman even at the age of 34 she still held the figure of a woman over a decade her junior and has shoulder length dark blonde hair which framed her angelic face. Her breasts, whilst not being particularly large were perfectly shaped and in
I was always a little large when it came to my hips and thighs. I was not fat, just sort of chubby. I have large breasts and I keep my pussy closely trimmed. I had married very young and had a son when I was just 17. Over the years I have grown to love
I woke up slowly, stretching tentatively, feeling the aches and pains that came from the first week of hard work as a roustabout in the oilfields in and around Brea. I staggered out of bed, winced at the effort of pulling on my boxers, then tottered across the room feeling wooden, as if I had