This is a true story. It is the story of my first incest experience with my brother. It happened when I was 14 years old, my brother was 17. I hope everyone enjoys the story. If you do, I will be sure to add more later on. I just wanted to get this one off
Newly divorced mom has to deal with her difficult boy.
It was late and the house was quiet and dark with the exception of one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room was awash in the pale glow from Nate's lit up laptop screen. He had just gotten back from bar and was in need of some relief. He had just logged on to his favorite forum and began to skim through the long list of the latest posts when he saw it. It was a p
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
"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.
"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
Steffi housesits with the dog.
Inspired by a true event that happened during my recent holiday stay at my parents’ house...
Meet Chad a sixteen year old American jock boy, and Mindy his sweet little girlfriend who with manipulation he would eventually fuck up beyond repair. Comments welcomed.
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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
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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
Funny, I wound this site on Daddys PC and now I just cant tear myself away from it. I though I would post our story and see if Daddy is ready to come back and fuck his little girl again. It was a back in 04, mom was out on one of her drunks and daddy and me were at home wathing TV. Daddy was on the couch and I was on the floor in front of hin. Well I was allready ready for bed and had on a daddy\'s shirts on. Nothing else as thats how I sleep. I was there sort of rubbing up and down on the floor as it kind of made my vagina tickle. Well the tee shirt was moving on up and I knw daddy could now see my my thing. I looked back over at him and sure enough he was looking right at it and I saw a big lump in his pants. Daddy asked me to come over to him and sit on his lap. I alwas did what daddy w
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anted because I just hated mom for the way she treated him and wanted him to love me more than her. Daddy put his hand down the front of his pants and moved his thingy so I could sit on him. My vagina had one little lip on one side of his thing and one lip on the other. Daddy reached down and started to move me up and down on his thing. It felt nice and it tickled a lot. Then daddy moved me over and pulled his pants down. I had never seen a thing before and daddy let me have a good look before he pulled up my shirt and put me back on it. Now daddy was rubbing me back and forth again. It really felt good and I really didn\'t need him to help any more as now I was doing the up and down on him. All the sudden daddy sort of jirked and all this stuff came out of him. All sticky and white. It was all over me and made the rubbing go even faster and feel better. Now I was tickling good and I never felt that good when I do it myself. Daddy let me do it myself for awhile and it wasen\'t long before he was all hard again down there. This time I know what I was going to do. I took daddys hard cock and pushed it up to the little hole that I alwas put my finger in when I played with myself. Daddy was going nuts and I just pushed myself hard down on him. It hurt so much but I could see by the look on daddys face he really liked it. I went up and down with him inside of me and I could feel my vagina getting tight on his thing. All the sudden daddy shot somthing hot up inside of me. It dripped out a bit and sort of had some blood mixed up with that white stuff. Daddy picked me up and told me how much he loves me now. Now more than ever. He took me to the bathroom and got a warm cloth and washed me off. You never guess what he did then. He kissed me right on my vagina!. Then he put his tongue right inside of me and moved it around. Boy did that ever tickle and after just a few moments I felt the biggest tickle I ever had before down there. Now daddy and I do it all the time when mommy goes out. We dont even miss her anymore. I love when daddy kisses my hole and he seams to love it when I get on top of him and put his big hard thing inside of me. Sometimes he just lets me lay there while he rubs up and down on his thing with his hands but some times he lets me help to. I love my daddy and all the new things hes showing me. In fact he told me he was going to invite some of his friends over to see what a big girl I am now. I can\'t wait to show them everthing daddy has showen me. I would show you to, if you were came over to my house.
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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
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
