This is an incest story…Prologue ****My name is Luisa and this is my story, one that my son insisted I write…As I said, my name is Luisa. I was 40 years old with an 18 year old son, Michael (Mike), when my story begins.I married when I was 22 and after 10 years of married
After being married for 15 years, my first wife and I attended my sister-in-law Karen’s thirty-fifth birthday party. Karen was married to my wife’s brother, and as they lived 600 miles away, we had little contact other than family gatherings. I knew Karen as a professional, had a busy business life, and was a classy
Heather was beautiful. Dark hair, green eyes, and a body that screamed “fuck me” I had to admit, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in person.But it wasn’t just her looks that made her so attractive. She was also my stepdaughter, since I married her stepmother Claire(F34).We had dinner together almost every
The disclaimer part, no one engaging in sex is under 18. My little world doesn’t have bad things in it, only good sex and (eventually) happy people.Matt groaned as he reached an arm out to turn off his alarm. He seriously thought about rolling over for a couple more hours sleep but, in the end
It took me a while to understand what was happening, and that wasn’t surprising, because it wasn’t something you would expect your Sister to do. And also, initially she was being subtle, so it was easy to misinterpret what she was doing. Once or twice might be thought of as accidental, but when it became
Author’s Note: all characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.X X X XDaphne and her Mom, Cecilia, were sitting next to each other on a long bench made from white porcelain. It was kept warm by some unseen internal mechanism, which was a good thing, since their bare bottoms were resting on
Many thanks to Mriceman1964 for his help and valuable editorial assistance in putting this story together!________________________When I was 2 years old, my father married Anh, a lovely, tiny little Vietnamese lady. I always thought she was my mother, or at least until I was old enough to work out that she couldn’t possibly be. I
Whew, so, how to start? This is going to sound craz- No, too obvious. Here’s the story of how I got all the fetish sex I ever wanted. All right, a little more appealing, but pretty boring and doesn’t really capture the weirdness of it all. How about, Hi, I’m Carson, and this is how
This one is short and sweet. All characters within this short story are age eighteen and above. I want to again thank Kenji Sato for his expert assistance in proofreading.Your Wife’s Got NeedsIt was around one o’clock in the morning, when Carl Harris was awakened from a deep sleep by noises. Obscure utterances that seemed
Emma and Vincent kept fucking like rabbits in the following weeks. They seized every opportunity to fuck each other in every room of the house. And I let them do whatever they wanted. It was a newfound sensation for all of us after all.I found them in each other’s arms whenever I came home. Vincent’s
Varsha came in ten minutes later. Anushka wanted things to be a surprise and so, she did not give her the whole story. When she saw her baby brother, practically naked, she laughed out loud. Suresh, who still had a 1% hope that Varsha would fight for him and stop this, groaned in sadness. He
My son and I have always been close.Ever since his father left us when he was young, it’s been just the two of us living the most enjoyable fun lives we can.Now at nineteen, he’s grown to be more handsome, intelligent, and kind than this young forty-year-old mom could have ever imagined. I’m really proud
I couldn’t wait for my super-hot weekend. Snowboarding with a bunch of wild sorority girls. I hoped to ride snowboards all day and ride sorority girls all night.BUT NO. FUCK NO.Mom left town on an emergency. And I was stuck at home and babysitting my eighteen-year-old sister. Bonnie’s eyes got burned by teargas after a
The night that I was raped started like most others. My name is Christy, I’m a twenty one year-old nurse and I live with my mother Maria, my brother Will, and my Aunt Lori. My father passed away a few years ago, but his insurance allowed us to live well. Mom didn’t work and my
Jealous DaughterChristine looked at her picture with her daughter Amber. They were hugging and smiling while they were sitting in front of Champs Elysée in Paris on one of their nice trips together. Christine’s ex-husband had taken that photograph when the couple still lived together. The woman sat on the couch thoughtfully as she caressed
A howling wind sent a pair of bundled up figures darting towards an old cottage, following the path that was being increasingly covered over by a dusting of snow. They tightly grasped their packages and wrapped boxes as they reached the brightly lit porch. Eager to escape the biting cold, the slimmer of the two
As I remember it now, life was not easy for me or my immediate family.My dad and mom lived in Bosnia and got married at a young age (21 and 19, respectively).I was born a year later.Unfortunately, this was during the 1990s war in old Yugoslavia.My father was drafted shortly after I was born. He
Out here, family’s what it’s all about.My name’s Ellie Rose, and I come from a farming family. Farming blood runs through our veins. My family’s got near five thousand acres. Three quarters of that is prime farming land, and we’ve kept the Rose Farm going strong and proud for generations. Have since way back, when
All characters depicted, are eighteen,or above.The interview.Gloria was very excited. Today would give her the opportunity to achieve her ambition.She was nineteen,and from the day of her eighteenth birthday, she had wanted sex,as often as she possibly could.She had spent the most part of the year, selling herself to wealthy clients, specializing in playing a
If you want 10″ cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I’m sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines