"Reading Part 1 will help to understand Part 2"
Amy and I both slowly looked up, dreading how our mother would react to her daughter giving her son a blow job."Mom, I'm sorry. I can explain. But first look in Alisha's room, before getting mad at us," I pleaded with...
"Mmm, smells like MILF spirits out here!"
Melanie accompanied me home after cheer practice and what did we find? My mom laying out butt naked on a towel beside the pool! I was so fucking embarrassed! The first thing we saw were her sagging breasts, her aged...
"a boy discovers long hidden photos of his mom"
This is a work of fiction. Thirty-six exposures It was just a simple manila envelope, my name and address labeled dead center—the words “photographs, do not bend” stenciled across the bottom. I’d grabbed it out of the mailbox with a...
"I learn more about my horny family"
My name is Jay. Before telling you about my story, I should probably tell you a little about myself. I'm 16, have light brown hair, bright blue eyes, about 6', and somewhat muscular. I play basketball on my senior high...
"My mom gave me my very first fuck in a very different way."
It was my sixteenth birthday as I sat alone in front of the TV. My mom worked most nights and this was one of those nights. My older brother Joey was at his summer job but had told me at...
"Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret - Ralph Waldo Emerson"
Part 4 I woke up the next morning and groaned deeply as I felt a pair of lips sliding down my morning erection. Even before I was fully awake I was thrusting my hips upwards to meet that willing mouth....
"A new mom becomes his new friend and his new, tasty obsession."
DULCE DE LECHE (dool-say deh lay-chay) “You paid a lot of money to look homeless. It was the first thing Dalia had ever said to Cody. It was a whisper in his ear, a shared secret, in the noisy, art-viewing...
"The boy who can't be tamed, about to receive some good old fashioned parenting."
Her lips were wet against mine, our tongues dancing. I fel ther warm hand under my top as it slowly made its way down toward the edge of my jeans, she teased me for a while. I smiled as our...
A Saturday shopping spree It is a lovely Friday afternoon as I drive home from work. I am thinking about you and the last time we were together. I should be concentrating on the traffic and my driving, but I...
74% of 368....Emma was sat in the front room doing her math homework. "74% of 368" she said to herself whilst tapping her pencil on knee. She just could not concentrate, her mind kept thinking about the crystal light shade...
