This is the first story that I’ve written. If you are offended by stories of incest then please don’t read this one. All characters in this story are 18 or older.—–Kelly had left her Daddy in her bed. She walked back downstairs to see if her mother and brother survived.Katie remembers that Kelly had her
Heather came home from sports camp on Thursday. She had had a great time and her body was toned and firm after days of strenuous sporting activities. She had a positive glow about her that Rita noticed when she walked in the door.’Hi sweetheart how you?’ said Rita and gave her a hug. Heather hugged
A couple weeks later on a Saturday my wife and I were doing some light yard work when I saw my daughter’s car pull up. She got out and went to the trunk. I saw her walking up the path carrying her vanity stool, AKA her masturbation stool. She kissed us both hello and said
“Mom and Dad have been fucking for two hours now…”Breanna texted her brother Matt around 1am to commiserate with him after listening to her parents having noisy sex while she was busy editing a masturbation video she had taken earlier. She wasn’t doing herself any favors by staring at porn for this long and not
Be aware: This is a work of taboo fantasy and the characters are fictional and are 18 years or older. Your discretion is advised.Chapter:1A Date NightIt was struck half past six-thirty in the afternoon as I lay on my bed with my head at the end of the mattress opposite of the headboard, and of
“Pregnant Lactating Sister Bang”by J.D. SavanyuI drove all the way from Richmond to my sister’s house in Tampa, in a record heat wave. Playing some smooth jazz and trying to forget all those whiny stories by VCU writing majors. Carrie greets me on her front porch with a big smile, wearing a loose fitting white
All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This is just a fantasy and not a real story. It includes strong themes of incest, romance, BDSM and water sports. If you’re not comfortable, please stop reading.(PS: Search for some clothing terms to get an image and visualize them)_________________________________________________________________________….continued from part 4.
As he lay in bed, he could hear every little sound, his heart beating against his chest, his watch slowly, steadily ticking, the rain against the window, running down to pool at the bottom of the sill. He lay still, waiting. Waiting for what, he wasn’t sure.He quickly thought back to when he got home.
It was the last thing that I would have expected to find after twenty years of marriage, but there was no denying it. It sat there on the kitchen table waiting for me to snatch it up and tear it to pieces or burn it or do whatever it is that you do with things
“Jake,” Anna said, popping her head around the door. “Your sister’s in the waiting room.”Jake looked up in surprise from where he was just finishing off writing notes on a patient’s file. It was five thirty, and he was just about to knock off for the day.“Beth?” he thought out aloud, before telling his young
Hello and thank you for taking the time to read my story. I am a thirty year old bi-sexual woman who became a widow when my husband was killed overseas seven years ago. I have been bi-sexual for many years and I have really gravitated more towards women since my husband’s passing. Recently I was
This story is pure fiction. None of the characters in it are real. As the title suggests it follows on from my previous story, “Offered My Stepdaughter — Part 02”. I’ve tried to make it readable without having read that story though.***Angela thought about what her mum had said about using her tits and her
It was the day of my sister’s wedding, and my priest was giving me trouble. I really didn’t know what was going on. Too much had already happened today, but the general gist of it was that everyone who had something important to do up front had to be there, including my sister and the
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.This is the final part of *this* story though I may come back and revisit these characters later.Comments are encouraged, I honestly read all of your comments and love hearing feedback. Especially if there are stories you might like to
There’s an old saying that goes something like, “That boy’s as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” That’s how I felt when I walked into the funeral home’s large visitation room.Once I reached my thirties, it seemed I only ever saw my family at weddings and funerals. Not my immediate
Here’s the story of how my mom turned into the teams personal cum dumpster.—-EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE of 18 and up——–Let’s start off with me. My name is Paul, I’m undersized in the height department compared to my respective teammates who easily tower over me but I think when it comes
My mother and father have grown apart over the years. Both had their affairs but kept the unit together “for the kids”. I remember being 17, desperately trying to keep my father’s attention and watching him flirt with many young women, wondering, what do they have that I don’t have?Those kind of “daddy issues” got
And The Winner IsMan, I am wiped out. Eight cities in seven days. A rock star concert schedule. I wish we were that exciting. Pitching our new IT product to our top revenue generating customers should not be so exciting. But it was. They loved it! Lindsey was awesome as my pitch person. Didn’t hurt
That day I got home early, thinking that I finally would get something I had desired for a long time, a quiet shower, without a queue of impatient and complaining family members. My wife was still at work, our kids were out doing their chosen activities. I listened intensely as soon as I got inside
[All Characters 18+, Start Part 10, of 12]John felt like he was in heaven, slowly touching his own cock as he sat in a loveseat that formed the base of a U shape configuration with two couches, one on each end.On one couch, his son Kevin was lying on top of his mother, John’s wife