Chapter 1: Sissy and her Momma

Sissy groaned softly as the call of nature gradually pulled her from a blissful sleep. She rolled away from Momma and rose groggily from the bed they shared. With a low moan of her own, Momma turned over and snuggled deeper under the covers. Sissy stumbled across the one-room flat and entered the bathroom. The white tiled floor was cold beneath her bare feet. Blinking in the morning light, she caught her reflecton in the mirror over the sink as she stopped in front of the toilet. Brushing back her wild mane of sleep-tousled black hair, she yawned hugely and lifted her plain white nightdress above her waist, then paused as she looked down with a frown.

Her shame-stick stared right back up at her with its one slitted eye.

An irritated sigh escaped

    Monday morning Mary was back in Beck's office. He rose from behind his desk as she was ushered in by the smirking Amber. Thankfully, he waved the smug little bitch back out the door as he motioned Mary to come stand before him. He grinned in satisfaction as he scanned her up and down, nodding in approval at her attire.
    Today she was dressed in a black sk

Chapter 3

    Mary did not get called into "work" the next day, nor the day after that. She dressed as Beck had commanded--short skirts, stockings and garter-belt, no panties--and  stayed home, jumping every time the phone rang, butterflies in her stomach until she learned it was not the dreaded Amber calling her into "service". And after each fa

    The next morning Mary found Walter, as she had expected, passed out in his chair. She rousted him out, coldly ordering him to get ready for work. He obeyed without protest, his guilt weighing on him as much as his hangover. Mary made breakfast for the kids then drove them to school in her nightgown and robe, as she often did. Back home, she was clearing the breakfast dishes whe

    Mary Conley checked her makeup in the tiny mirror of her compact. Her ruby-red lipstick was perfect, thick mascara and smoky eye shadow, light blush across her high cheekbones all checked out fine. After applying a light dusting of powder across her nose, she snapped the compact closed and slipped it back into her purse. She hoped she looked all right, dressed in a dark green p

Still being difficult.

    Gretchen Chambers awoke to a pounding headache. She buried her face in the pillow against the painful brightness of the morning sunlight, cursing herself for the amount of booze she had put away last night. Last night...

    Slowly it came back to her. Her Birthday. Her divorce. The crowded nightclub. The pretty young guy on the dance floor. Making out in a

Newly divorced mom has to deal with her difficult boy.

    "Suck me," he ordered.
    "Yes, Master," Mary replied with a smile as she reached for his cock.
    "No hands!" Sean commanded forcefully. “Just your mouth.”
    A thrill ran through her entire body. "Yes, Master," she repeated breathlessly. She dutifully opened her

Molly becomes her son's willing sex slave for the day.

Steffi housesits with the dog.

part 3

Mom laid off the booze and did not go out again for the next couple of weeks. I don't know if she felt guilty about bringing that guy home, or jacking me off, or whatever, but she paid a lot of attention to me: cooking my favorites, buying me stuff, etc. Unfortunately for me, however, she also refrained from laying down with me, too. And that's the attention I was craving. I purp

Part 2 of 3

Over the next several days I put my newly learned technique to good use, whacking off every opportunity I got. I could almost feel my mom's hand guiding mine. I went back to her underwear drawer many times to ogle her naked pictures as I masturbated. I tried to leave everything just as I had found it so she wouldn't know, but looking back, she had to have known I wouldn't be

Part 1 of 2

I was 13 when my dad left. Then it was just Mom and me. That was also about the time I started going through puberty.

After the divorce, Mom was pretty depressed. She started going out to bars with one of her friends, not often but maybe 5 or 6 times a month at first, a little more frequently over the next year or so. Consequently, with her working during the day a

Molly woke early the next morning. Her flimsy negligee was bunched around her waist and her legs were still spread wide from the night before. After giving her son a killer blow-job she had been in such a hurry to frig her pussy that she hadn't even removed her garter and stockings. She had merely flung herself on the bed and fingered herself to orgasm before finally falling into a fitful sle

Molly parked her car in the garage and carried the groceries into the kitchen. She dropped the bags on the table, anxious to check on Sean. Today was the first time since his accident that she had left him on his own.

Over the past several days they had established a certain daily routine. Sean would wake her in the morning and she would "relax" his morning erection by giving him a

"Mom? Mom, wake up."

Molly came awake slowly, blinking her eyes in the bright morning sunshine. She looked up to see Sean standing beside her bed.

"It's time to wake up," he said.

"Mmm, morning, honey," Molly murmured. She yawned and stretched her body languorously. She'd slept wonderfully, after that delicious orgasm... Her eyes popped open as the events of las

Molly stood at the bathroom mirror, fixing her makeup, arranging her auburn hair just so. She was a little nervous. Sean was coming home today.

Sean was her 15-year-old son, and she was finally going to bring him home from a long stay in the hospital. As she was putting the final touches to her appearance, her mind recalled the terrible day of the accident. He had been mowing the la

"Shit!" You check your watch for the hundredth time in the last hour. It took Marie weeks to finally call and ask you to sit with Timmy again. Your little cunny has been creaming for the last three days in anticipation of a repeat performance of last time. But here it is, after midnight and not a hard cock in sight.

Even if they did show up now there wouldn't be enough time for them to give yo

You are summoned to the phone late on Friday afternoon.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Kim. This is Marie."

You recognize the voice of the lady who lives down the street a few blocks from your house. "Yes?"

"Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"No, not really."

"Could you possibly babysit Timmy for me?" she asks anxiously. "I'm desperate. I've got a date tonight and his regular sitter quit. The girl