All characters are at least 18 years old.——ZachSunday mass was boring as usual, unless I got creative. I was sat between Keith and mom, heart thundering in my chest because of what I had planned. This was definitely crossing a line, right? But crossing lines was exactly what made it hot. I was going to
I was very happy for my mother when I found out that Cindy was coming to visit. It was late June. I had finished school for the year and had not found a summer job yet — although I was in no hurry to accomplish that. Mom was still getting over her divorce from my
***Legal Disclaimer***The following is entirely a work of fiction. Any similarity to real persons, alive or deceased, including but not limited to names and/or personal descriptions is purely coincidental. Nothing in this story is intended to be defamatory or metaphorical. This work was produced entirely with the intent to entertain the reader. Nothing more. All
Hello reader; this is chapter 5 of my Family Traditions series. This one is a long one! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.Oh and as always, while each chapter can be read on its own, I suggest at the very least, reading chapter 4 prior to this
As soon as I realized something was wrong with my body, I locked myself in the bathroom. Time passed without me realizing as I tried understanding why mirror’s reflection showed my girlfriend Rose instead of me. It all felt like a dream, or a sick nightmare, but I was definitely awake. To make matters worse
Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen.My friend Tony got his girlfriend pregnant and has to marry her. At the last minute, some of his friends threw together a bachelor party at Tony’s mom’s house while she was out of town. Being a teenager himself, Tony still lives at
Clark leaned out off the curb to look around the bend in the street, then looked the other way just for something to do. He checked his phone. She was twenty minutes late, no missed calls. He considered calling her, but he was nervous enough about this trip. He always got tongue tied around Auntie
I suffered a rather disturbed night’s sleep, processing and replaying what had occurred with my wife and her mother; I still struggled to believe it’d actually happened! Beth meanwhile quietly snored without a care in the world and my suspicion was that Sarah would be doing likewise in the room next door; I further suspected
I’d known Holly her whole life. From the day my friend Rachel announced her shock pregnancy to the day eighteen years later when Holly moved out to college herself, she had been like a niece to me.Rachel’s pregnancy came as a surprise for several reasons. We were in our final year of college; she’d never
She was 18, she was small for her age, she was beautiful, and she was a flirting and sexual little thing. I always watched her as she moved her hips while walking past me, teasing me with a smile on her pretty little face. Her Mother had taught her how to attract the opposite sex
I was in my first year of college when Pearl Harbor was attacked. By the end of the following summer, I was drafted. My name is Harry is this is my story. I grew up in the south suburbs of Minneapolis with my younger sister and parents. I was still living at home when I
Author’s Note: All Characters are over the age of 18This story begins in 2022Main CharactersJack-18, 16″ cock, light brown hair, blue eyes, 6’3″ tallSara-Mom-36, GG-sized tits, black hair, brown eyes, fit but very tone and curvy.Rita-Aunt-37, FF-sized tits, blonde hair, blue eyes, similarly amazing body to Sara but not quite as hot, works too muchJosephine
The sun was shining brightly as Chris and his wife Sarah walked up the driveway towards Phil and Gwen’s sprawling house. Chris strode confidently, his parents’ house like a second home to him, his athletic build showcased by the tight-fitting shirt he wore, while Sarah trailed behind him, her long blonde hair falling in loose
Some summer break, huh! I was on my knees, my fast shrinking cock sharing space with the load of cum I’d just pumped in to Julie’s vagina. And, I was grinning down at her best friend, who just happened to be my apparently utterly uninhibited, and right then anyway, supremely satisfied looking sister Tracy! And
This is about a family reunion after we had moved to St Albans. All people involved are well over the age of 18.God I’ve missed your beautiful ass, look at that lovely pink rosebud of your anus.”Well it’s always been yours to use Daddy, now stop talking and fuck your daughter.”My Mum squirted some lubrication
***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, male domination, fem humiliation and water sports. If you’re not comfortable, please stop reading.***_________________________________________________________________________(Please read all prior parts for the story to connect and make
On Friday morning I decided to go down the main stairs through the entry hall of the fraternity. I was just about to leave when I heard, “Good morning, Claire.”I turned and saw Max and chirped, “Hi Max!” with a little more enthusiasm than I intended.”You don’t have to sneak down the back stairs,” he
“Still no luck, Cam?” Tyler, a man in his late 30’s asked with a tone that knew the answer.”I just don’t know,” responded Cam, a woman in her mid-to-late 30’s. “It seems like Lucas just can’t get the confidence to try.”This conversation was one Tyler and Cam had about their son, Lucas, more than once.
It was early in the morning and Jim was in bed. The sun was just coming up and it looked to be the start of a very beautiful spring day in May.Suddenly, Jim heard a knock. The door of his bedroom opened revealing the site of his beautiful mother standing there before him. 46 year
The soft trill of the bedside telephone startles me awake. I roll over and blearily un-dim the time display on the clock radio. Jesus! 12.10am! Who on earth…?The ‘phone is still ringing. I pick up the handset.“Hello…?” I say warily. I never give my name. A woman living by herself is always vulnerable.There is no