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Regular sleep and meal times, better reasons to wake up the next morning have made me a more positive and energetic person. Frankly I do not miss the life I lived as a widow at all. Children’s voices echoing in my house instead of headaches from alcoholic nights. The pleasure of having a young and
Thanks to Moondancer for editing. Maybe the first of a series if people like it. Hope you enjoy._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._.”Promise you’ll try to get along with your sister. This will probably be the last trip as a family,” Dad said as we drove home.He had just picked me up from the airport for a family camping trip.
I woke up with a feeling that I had forgotten something really important. I tried to remember what it was, but my brain was barely working. I tried to go back to sleep, but this annoying feeling wouldn’t let me fall asleep.I thought about Sue, my girlfriend, did I promise her anything? Nothing occurred to
Son of a BitchI heard the car pull into the driveway and then the clip clop of shoes on pavement. Damn! Mother was home. She sat her brief case down next to the front door and walked into the living room.”Did you do the laundry? I told you to do the laundry!””Yes mama, it is
Cumming of AgeMy wife stood in the living room wearing nothing but a pair of expensive black lace panties and a large red ribbon, the kind they use on new cars, wrapped around her waist. My tall athletic son, Freddie, stood there with a dumb uncomprehending expression on his face. Sonja had explained everything to
Through The Lens PT4British English language and spelling. In some stories the legal process will be different to what readers from the USA are used to, over here we have laws that apply nationally, not state by state. Where possible I try to research facts in the hope I can be accurate in what I
Arriving home after 10 days of fun and sun in Southern California was a welcome relief. As much as we had played and enjoyed great meals, golf, shopping, luxury and a variety of sex with a bunch of new friends, it was good to get back to familiar surroundings and the comforts of home.Lucinda and
Jacob was sitting on the couch watching TV when Betty walked by from the kitchen. She stopped in front of the couch and asked playfully “What are you watching?”Jacob replied “Well, now I’m watching your phat ass!”Betty was wearing a small camisole top and a pair of Soffe shorts, with her ass cheeks spilling out
This is a work of fiction. Any reference to people or places is fictional and any similarities to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental. I would like to acknowledge the help of my friend “sandy” in helping me with this story.* * * * *I am always excited to get an e-mail from
All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.I am looking for someone to Edit and Proof Read my works, if you are interested, please contact me through literotica. This story is unedited so there will be errors and I apologise for this, but I hope you enjoy.I had turned eighteen in
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Copyright © 2019 by Cagey SeaAll rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted
AUTHOR’S NOTE — This is not a new story. It’s been resubmitted, after some tidying, for readers who asked to either to finish it or return to it in the future.Please be aware, this story contains themes of intense seduction, teasing, lesbian content, reluctance and cheating. If you don’t wish to read a story involving
10 days to go…Today was laundry day. Sandy started folding her underwear and realized then that her underwear from her girls night out is missing. It’s no longer anywhere to be found in the hamper. She suspects her son maybe has taken it and goes and investigates. Searching through his closet, she finds them, her
DisclaimerAll characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: incest, unrealistic anatomy, fellatio, cunnilingus, exaggerated volumes of male and female ejaculate, distended abdomens, anal and vaginal penetration, and unprotected
Years had passed since Zachary’s argument with his mom, and still the memory burned itself deeply in my mind. He had left without a word or a clue as to where he’d go; he just vanished into obscurity leaving us broken and terrified of his whereabouts. I hadn’t the faintest idea of where he could
My mother was a child prodigy at playing the piano. She was giving concerts here in Cleveland at age 7. When she was only ten, a well-known talent manager took her under his wing and she began touring internationally. This talent manager, who was 40 years old at the time, seduced my young mother. She
It was a few weeks after my nineteenth birthday and we got to gather at our family with the closest of our relatives. It was after dinner that men had rested outside the living area in our Indian Styled ancestor house for a few rounds of drinks. Ladies have gathered at the backyard of the
We didn’t talk about Kelly’s work that night again. The next day, it felt too awkward to bring up again. How would a conversation like that start? ‘Hey, just wanted to talk about the porn you make, is now a good time or did you want to discuss this over dinner?’In the end, we just
Everyone in this tale is 18+Rocky Mountain High or My Sin. Book 4I drop you on the table, remove my clothes, and step to your spread legs. My hard cock teases your pussy; you are so wet you’re making mewing noises as I slide in on one long stroke. Your legs shot in the air
I have been working with the youth at our church for several years, and have developed a good rapport with the youth minister. One day he approached me and said one of the youth wanted to talk with me about a problem. I told him I only worked with youth while a parent was there