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All characters are 18 or older.Chapter 1The cabin was just as I remembered it, frozen in time. It was my mother’s summer cabin growing up, built by her grandfather and used for decades by the family on the lake. It had been the site of countless summer vacations, family reunions, and at least one marriage
Part Three: ConsequencesMicheal heard her screaming before actually seeing her. When he found her, Lika was already waist deep in the quicksand. As she frantically tried twisting her way out, she only continued to sink further. She looked up and saw Micheal standing ten feet away.”Oh thank God,” she cried, obviously terrified. “Help me, Micheal
Knowledge is key, in any given situation, minus the time overhead of figuring shit out, knowing trumps almost all advantages. But knowing is the same as certainty, and that is one thing I have always been certain doesn’t exist. Irrefutable evidence probably has been discovered somewhere, someplace and sometime, I have yet to witnessed it
“Mom? Do we have anymore shampoo?” Bryson asked.”Yes I just bought some.” I replied.I grabbed the bottle from the hallway closet and brought it into the bathroom. I set it down on the bathroom sink, thinking he wouldn’t want me to come any further.”It’s on the counter.” I said.”Okay Mom, thanks.”As I turned to walk
In my dotage I think back to a time in 1978 when was just over 20 years and 2 months old, and still a virgin.I was painfully shy and worked in my Irish/Catholic parent’s hardware store in Florida. I hadn’t ever considered college as I wasn’t very good at mixing with people. Anyway, my parents
A little something I did for May(ternity). =DRight, so, this has futanari and incest. It also has alternate impregnations in it, to reeeeally hammer in the reproduction kinks in it. The last is something I’d like you guys to love as much as I do, so I’ve tried my best to present them in a
I was 25, my mom must have been a little over 50.My parents had divorced early during the year before I finished college. I had moved back in with my mom after graduation, just until I could get a decent job and a place of my own. I was on good terms with both of
Thank you for reading my story, I would love to know what you think. Love Mica xx West Yorkshire, England.It had been a few years since I had seen dad. He worked abroad a lot and we just never managed to coincide when he came back. Today, however, he was coming in on a flight
*Everyone is 18+*”Get well, babygirl”Ugh, I’m pretty sure I have the fucking flu! I’ve been staying with Mom and Daddy over spring break. College had me missing them pretty bad.”Mom, I don’t feel good, my throat hurts, and my nose is stuffed. Do you have any ibuprofen?” I asked.”Yes sweetie, look in my bathroom. Also
All characters engaging in sex acts are eighteen or over.Amanda: I just got here. Home sweet home. How are the Caymans?Daddy: Your mom has already passed out. You know how she is with flying. It’s almost time for me too.Amanda: Don’t tell me you haven’t done anything fun yet.Daddy: I had a couple of drinks
“Oh, shit-ahahahah-phew”The esthetician rolled her eyes, before slathering the next part of my legs to wax. She’d already stripped my chest and abs bare, and was now working on the Brazilian portion of our appointment.Blonde-haired, tall, thick and very busty— she wasn’t a perfect match for my type, but she was extremely attractive, which was
Authors note: All persons portrayed in this story are eighteen years of age or older.**********************************************************************************************************Twenty year old Connor lived with his divorced mom while he pursued his degree at the regional campus of a state university. He was the youngest of three children and the only one still living at home.On the afternoon prior to
“Dude, seriously?” Billy said slightly perturbed.”Sorry, I forget she is still your mom sometimes,” Trevor said.As Jane drove to the store, she was talking to herself the entire drive. It was something she did regularly. Talking out loud to sound things out. Usually about work and case issues. But this was different.Am I seriously turned
Cleverer people than me have drawn a connection between sex and death. Films have been made about it. Then you have the whole Oedipus Complex business. Myself, I remain sceptical. Nevertheless, the day of my father`s funeral was the first time I slept with my mother.At the funeral, Mom had looked and behaved immaculately. Supported
It took Helen a full six days to make contact and she asked if we could meet. I saw Helen two times over that week but she either didn’t see me or didn’t want to. Once was on campus for a fleeting second and the other in Marleys, the coffee shop. On both occasions we
I am here with my best friend Jack; both of us with a secret not to be told. She has made sure that we don’t tell it. You see, my mother has told us that we can both fuck her; if we are dressed as someone else. She says that it isn’t wrong if we
Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it, and I would love to hear what you think. Mica xx West Yorkshire, England.Leo hadn’t left. He was supposed to, but there was some issue, not mechanical and he hadn’t left. He just mooched around the room or wandered to the Mess to
Me and my brother Noah have always been close. Sure, we fought sometimes, bickered like squirrels over an acorn, and I wanted to throw him about the window and vice versa, but at the end of the day, he was the only person I could ever imagine having as my big brother.But things started to
All characters in this story are legal adults, over the age of 18. There is no sexual activity involving any young peoples.One thing about my family is that we love to get together. Holiday parties and Sunday dinners are occasions where everybody is welcome to join if they can make it. We make huge meals
By the time that Louise Brandon and her slightly younger brother, Peter, had reached their early twenties, they had already had their share of life’s highs and lows.At the time of their birth, the Brandon siblings were what the weekend papers often referred to as ‘richlisters’. Not that they would have realised that. They were