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My stories are all about having sex with family members. A sons cock entering his Mothers pussy is one of the most popular subjects written about. This is due to the fact that it is quite rare but has crossed most every sons mind. Tell a true story of sex with your wife might make a reader hot, but tell a tale of how you fucked your wifes mom last Easter, now that will make people cum on the key board. Write about brothers fucking mom silly, people will nut on the monitor before they finish...
ADVICE By Persephone Back in sixteen hundred something Pedro Calderon said, "A woman's advice is not worth much, but he who doesn't heed it is a fool." I wish someone had drilled that thought into my head earlier in my life. It sure would have made things a lot easier on me but no, not me. I knew what I wanted and I was going to have it my way or know the reason why not. Amber was more than up to letting me know why not. Amber is my best friend and has been for some time now. We...
Part of my job is giving advice to groups of around 40 people; the reason for the small numbers is in my field of work and a lot of individuals need to ask many questions and you could be their all night.Last Monday I was in Harrogate doing a talk. In the front row, smack in the middle were this good looking couple in their 40s, he had a very expensive suit on and she had this wonderful short dress showing quite a lot of leg extenuating her figure with a nice pair of black and red high heels....
Author’s Note: First short story in the Love & Disrespect series, a set of short stories focusing on varying types of disrespect in marriages and the resulting fallout. These stories will appear in various categories (primarily Loving Wives and Non-Erotic) depending on the story’s sexual focus and if the story revolves around cheating or not. Warning: These are flash stories, so most don’t end all neat and tidy. The reader will clearly know what the immediate actions will be, but how it...
Copyright 2009 by PostScriptor * It was around 6:00 PM when I walked into the house to the smell of dinner cooking. Nothing fancy, I suspected, but tasty — one of those 5-bone pot roasts, cooked for hours in the slow-cooker with potatoes, onions and carrots. Wouldn’t be surprised if Audrey had picked up one of those salads from the store with all of the fixings including pieces of cheese, corn, taco pieces — the little add-ons that make a salad unique — as well as the dressing. Not that...
Many years ago I was at lunch one day talking to a co-worker about my wedding that was coming up.He was married and a bit older and felt it was necessary to give me his advice.”Don’t let it be the first pussy you put your dick into”he said”try a few of them out before you decide”. Later that day I was driving home and started thinking about all those that already had my dick before my fiancee Deb,C .I started to count them by names in my head before I lost track ,...
Cathy drove all the way home with her jaws clenched. Her headache was throbbing by the time she reached the driveway. Her day began with confidence, and now she was trembling with anger from almost a whole week of battling what she was learning was a good old boy network. The back door slammed behind Cathy and she stomped her foot. She forgot to stop by the store for her husband's favorite cheesecake to go with dinner. She raised the lid of the slow cooker, unable to resist checking on the...
Ken: Aaron was smiling as he told me after our handshake to confirm his thanks, “I’ve said my thanks to you honestly. Your video publication was the most important that I could get rid of that cheating skank cunt in time to find a better woman and now I’m the proud daddy of two kids. As you told us, you weren’t her first lover, but your video was the most important clue to find out her true nature.” After a little pause, one of his friends spoke, “After a difficult divorce, I lived alone...
As it happened, and not quite by chance since they both shopped there quite regularly, they met again in Best’s supermarket as David was perusing the fish counter. Nothing ventured, he thought and said, “Excuse me, but might I ask your advice?” “Mine?” Wendy asked. “Yes. I’m sorry but I’m thinking of making myself a fish pie. I did so enjoy them when my wife made them, and I thought I would try, but I can’t decide which to use, cod or haddock, smoked or fresh, and dyed or plain. Do you...
Amy requested a noon meeting over lunch. She was picking at the last pea on her fork with a napkin placed neatly in her lap. In a dark navy blue dress just above her knees, this nyloned leg jutted in my direction with a feint lilac fragrance. The discussion about her and Bretts weekend skiing trip was about to be muted by a request for advice. She reached across and grabbed my wrist, "I'm thinking of having an affair." 3 1/2 years of faithfulness and marrital bliss, up in flames so soon? Amy's...
VoyeurChapter Three: Sister's Anal Advice By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Melody Samuels My pussy was burning so hot as my cousin Clint, my lover who I would do anything for, groaned atop his mom, my sexy Aunt Cheryl. He slammed into her, cumming into the very pussy that had given him birth, maybe breeding his Mommy like he might have already bred me last night. I shuddered, pressed against Aunt Cheryl's side, watching the pleasure burning in both their faces, the incestuous passion they...
Minnesota — I guess you could say I underwent my rites of passage in the doctor’s office. I was about 18 at the time and as I laid on the examination table in my jockey shorts I wished I could have been almost anywhere else. It was too late. Our family doctor, a man in his mid-30s, was removing my shorts. My face burned. I was too embarrassed to look down. I didn’t have to look. I could feel him working my ball sac loose and rolling my nuts in his fingers one by one. From...
Being a nurse has it's disadvantages in that friends are always asking you for advice. I was at home when the phone rang caller display said it was my friend Louise. She's a really pretty lady in her late 40's, been married twice and had bad boyfriend after bad boyfriend."Hi Lou what can I do for you?""You watch porn don't you?"Well that was Lou straight to the point, I wondered where this was going?"Yes I do, how can I help?""Brian my new boyfriend can't get a hard on and I thought watching a...
I have been a financial advisor for a number of years. After college, I worked for a financial planning firm, in more of a support role than dealing directly with the firm's clients and moved to a different and smaller advisory group when they gave me the opportunity to build a client base of my own. Well, the income potential was much greater compared with the former salary job and I jumped at the chance. That was eleven years ago, now I have a very nice clientèle which I add to quite...
Wife LoversAs I awoke from my post-orgasmic nap I was filled with a feeling of bliss. Not from the orgasm, courtesy of my roommate Wendy, brilliant though that was, but from the dream I had. In my dream I was clad in leather with Jody on his knees beside me, his cock standing at attention in tribute to me. We were both blissfully happy and that seemed to smile on the direction I had decided to take our relationship in. Although I knew it was the right thing to do, I also knew that it had to be done in the...
The things happen in life but when luck is in your favor, then even wrong things can go in your favor and luck will sing for you. This is what happened to me a few days back. My mom is a bloody bitch, she has a voluptuous body and she takes full advantage of this. I have seen her engaging with many people including many of our relatives itself. Somewhere she is successful and has gone to the extent of even having sex. Dad is a saint, he does not interfere in running the house and that has given...
IncestIt was around 6:00 PM when I walked into the house to the smell of dinner cooking. Nothing fancy, I suspected, but tasty — one of those 5-bone pot roasts, cooked for hours in the slow-cooker with potatoes, onions and carrots. Wouldn't be surprised if Audrey had picked up one of those salads from the store with all of the fixings including pieces of cheese, corn, taco pieces — the little add-ons that make a salad unique — as well as the dressing. Not that labor intensive cooking was normal...
Chapter 1 I have been a financial advisor for a number of years. After college, I worked for a financial planning firm in more of a support role than dealing directly with the firm's clients and moved to a different and smaller advisory group when they gave me the opportunity to build a client base of my own. Well, the income potential was much greater compared with the former salary job and I jumped at the chance. That was eleven years ago, now I have a very nice clientele which I add to...
This story is based on a true person and an actual conversation (complete with the crudities of language that were expressed and a male centric viewpoint that some might find demeaning to women) that I witnessed. It is a glimpse at a type of individual, which is uncommon, but not rare among human beings. This type of person can be either male or female; they have a unique personal magnetism, which attracts people to them. You have probably seen them or have heard of someone like them. In school...
“Aunty, I need your advice, I can’t go to my mother for this because she would just get upset. You know her.” “What is it my dear niece?” “It’s about sex. My mother won’t talk about it at all. I think she hates it.” “Ah, yes! I am surprised my youngest sister even had a child. I know her husband is unhappy.” “I’m an only child, you’ll notice. That was a good excuse to cut my father off. I do think he has another woman though, but I don’t know who it is.” Aunty got back to the original...
The UK Foreign Office managed to slip an ‘Accountancy Advisor’ into a particular bit of an agreement which had been accepted inadvertently as it was buried in a multi-page agreement which had not been properly analysed by one of Abd-al-Hadi Ibn Wajih’s assistants. When the advisor’s arrival was announced there was there was initial consternation. However it was agreed in Kobekistan that any advice he offered could be ignored and the policy could be, “Show him our ways and insist that nothing...
“Between your computer classes, you two will have to do a few things. Learn to drive, buy a car and sign up for classes at a community college. Take one class like biology or philosophy for non-majors and some fun class like cooking or interior design. I can help you with math. It never hurts to understand algebra. Your classes will keep you from being bored. “As twins, you should be able to share a car. PLEASE resist the temptation to show how rich you will be in less than two years. Get a...
Evan laid back on his bed with a sigh. He was exhausted, stressed, and he missed Cat. He hadn’t seen her in over a week. At least she would say more than two words when he called now. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d done to piss her off, but he was sure that she would tell him. He guessed it had something to do with him being inconsiderate of something. Sometimes, it was easy to forget she had feelings. She rarely showed them. He didn’t feel like things were going so well between them at the...
Cat sat in her spinning desk chair with her knees pulled up to her chest and her elbows propped on her knees. People told her she never looked comfortable sitting like that, but she didn’t see why. Her name said a lot about her nature. While ‘Cat’ was short for Catherine, Catherine Williams, she had the natural grace and light-footedness of felines. She was also standoffish and a little prickly at times, as well as well-groomed, adorable, and fun to watch. She was thinking. And she was...
Cat couldn’t get Evan out of her head. She had been trying since the moment he walked away from the café table the previous night. ‘Damn’ she muttered as she stood up from the kitchen table in her apartment. She walked to the refrigerator to get chilled water. She leaned against the cabinet and stared at the drawing pad on the table. The beginnings of a cityscape were apparent. The foreground was entirely erased. She often used either herself or Ande for the model of any woman in her art and...
It was nice to be able to spend the day grooming, being artistic, and cooking. Cat had just finished taking a pan of cinnamon buns out of the oven and flopped down on the sofa to lounge and think for a few minutes. She had no idea what time Evan would be back. It was still early in the afternoon, so she probably had a little while. He had left her a key and she had wandered the neighborhood around his apartment, going into little shops of various sorts until she had a small supply of grooming...
"Fingercuffs". Okay, I admit it, its all my fault. I was the one who suggested going out for a drink. It was me who thought we could take Mark along as he seems a bit down just recently. It was also me who agreed to going back to his for a nightcap. I gladly accept all the blame for what happened next. Even if none of it was my idea. It had been a fun if low key sort of night. Just three friends hanging out in a local pub. Mark's a bit like me in his sense of humour. He doesnt so much...
This is the mostly true story of how I lost my finger at work in a tragic yet humorous accident. It is up to you the reader to decide which parts are true, which parts are humorous and which parts I'm just blowing smoke up your ass. It was a Monday like any other Monday, but this Monday was special. It was Sewards day. Just to refresh your memories, Sewards day is celebrated (in Alaska anyway) for the purchase of Alaska from those Godless commies bastards, the Russians. Trust me when I say...
For me, masturbation has become a way of life. Its my religion and i am a very observant worshipper. I come to the altar of porn at least twice a day and worship by wanking my little baby penis as i lust over pornography on several screens. As my relationship with porn grows, i enjoy taking on new fetsishes and ways of masturbating. Recently i have gotten very deep into small penis humiliation and have learned to better accept my tiny penis. As part of this acceptance I have realized what a...
The Gwinnett Braves were in the first series of an early-May homestand against the Durham Bulls, the triple-A affiliate of the Tampa Bay Rays of the American League East. Tampa Bay was known for its solid pitching, and their AAA club was loaded with exceptionally good young pitchers eager to move up to the majors. They threw hard, showed a lot of confidence, and the starter I’d seen the day before, from my position on the bench, seemed to have a mean streak to go with his wild, inconsistent...
It was after our return home from another road trip before I again even considered Rollie’s stupid plan for meeting women. Going to church had never been something I chose to do with my Sunday mornings. Staying in bed, maybe nursing the previous night’s mild hangover, was more my speed. But it was getting lonely, living in a strange town like Lawrenceville, not knowing any of my neighbors, not really being part of a community when I was in town, and then being out of town half the damned...
I gave Tad my phone number and left the Unitarians, probably forever. But still, there was no denying that I’d just had a profoundly religious experience. There had to be a God, with creatures like Peggy Gabriel running around loose! I wondered how old she was. She sure didn’t look old, but her boy, Tad, looked like he could be eight or even nine. She could be, like, thirty, even. Not exactly over the hill, but maybe too old to give a second look to a kid like me. Still, I knew I looked...
Okay, so Peggy and I had cleared up, pretty quickly, the fact that we were very interested in each other. Like a couple of adults, though, we didn’t do anything about it right away. Well, not that night, at least. After an open date Monday, the Braves were playing at home for the next three days. Monday was Peggy’s other day off. But she had a couple of classes at the university in the afternoon and she explained that Monday night was traditionally her big night for homework. We concluded...
Reluctantly, I followed Peggy’s instructions and didn’t contact her all day Tuesday. She had left for home in the early hours of the morning, helped get Tad off to school, slept a few hours, went to her classes and then back home for a quiet off-day evening with her mom and son. I slept most of the day, showed up for pre-game workouts, went hitless in four trips that night, and went out with some of the guys for a steak Tuesday night. Despite the bad day at the plate, I had gotten enough...
Things went better for me at Coolray Field on Wednesday night. I slapped two line-drive singles and a homer, and we won handlily, 8-3. After the game, I showered and dressed and headed straight for Peggy’s house, arriving around 11 p.m. Sarah invited me in and we headed for the kitchen. She had a very attractive tuna casserole waiting, and I dug in, explaining that anything with pasta was on my list of favorite things. Sarah was easy to talk to and we got along great A little after midnight,...
The road trip was only 9 games, but it seemed like 19. In my short time with the Gabriel family, it felt like my whole life had changed. Sure, I was having the best sex I’d ever had, but strangely, that was far from being the sum total of the changes I was experiencing. I had something to do every day – something I really wanted to do, besides going to the park and playing baseball. Peggy was the new center of my life, but in addition there was Tad, and his lovely grandma, Sarah. All three of...
It took me most of the day to get to Louisville, find the hotel where my new club, the Norfolk Tides, was staying, and report to my new manager, Rick Dawkins – a retired Orioles’ infielder who’d been manager at Norfolk for three years. “Game starts tonight at 7,” Dawkins told me. “You’ll probably start at DH.” “Okay. Listen, you mind if I ask a question?” “Shoot.” “You have any idea why Baltimore wants me? I hear they gave up a good prospect for me, and, shit, they’ve got the best DH in...
The dog days of early August came and went, and after lo these many weeks (only five weeks, actually, but it sure seemed longer) we were scheduled to head for Gwinnett for the final three-game series of the season with that club. There were only sixteen games left in our International League season. We were tied for the Division lead with Gwinnett, but I was secretly kind of hoping we wouldn’t make the playoffs. All making the post-season would do would be to delay my return to Lawrenceville...
The Orioles were still in contention for a wild card spot in the post-season when, finally, we got to Atlanta for the mid-September three-game series with the Braves. I knew I was unlikely to get much of a shot at being a factor in that series, and that we needed some wins – most preferably a sweep – to stay in contention. But despite all that frustration, the main thought I had flying down to Atlanta was that at long last – after more than a month – I’d be seeing Peggy again. She was going...
We left Atlanta and resumed our confrontations with our fellow AL East contenders. The Orioles were still not out of it, but Boston and New York both had slight leads on us within the Division, and at the moment, we were a game and a half out of making even the second wild card position. The way the wild card playoff system operated, one of the two also-rans who wedged their way into the post-season was heading for an ignominious quick exit by losing a single post-season matchup. It felt...
After the talk with Sarah I resolved to be as sensitive as possible with Peggy about my long absences, and to try to reassure here constantly, just in case what her mother had told me was the true reason for Peggy’s strange behavior. I still found it a little hard to believe. Peggy was intelligent and pretty swift on the uptake. She had a great sense of humor and when we were together, there was no sign of any attitude except warmth. Maybe my trade to Norfolk while the Braves were on the...
The next three weeks were everything I had hoped they would be. I got up each morning and helped launch Tad. We’d skip the bus most mornings and I’d drive him to school. I looked for little projects around the house to help Sarah keep the place in great shape. I’d never been much of a do-it-yourselfer, but if it was something that looked undemanding, I would take it on and, if unsuccessful, I’d call in a professional. Peggy continued her busy schedule, driving east three days a week for...
We rented a car at the airport in Albuquerque and I treated Peg and Tad to a brief driving tour of downtown on our way to my parents’ house. As I expected, my wicked stepmother was waiting for us at the front door when we finally drove up. Maria was slender, had long, jet-black hair with attractive bits of grey. She was still, in her late 50s, a beautiful, somewhat distinguished-looking woman. It was easy to see why my dad had seen fit to end his widower status after he and Maria had gotten...
The remaining days of our brief trip to New Mexico were relaxed and fun. My dad finally got his opportunity to show me off to some of his friends and faculty colleagues, and they were appropriately admiring of his oversized son’s athletic accomplishments. Peggy and Maria became fast friends, and nothing more was discussed about Peggy’s unusual occupation. Tad got the attention a prospective grandson would expect to receive, and the boy really liked Albuquerque. The Friday morning after...
The new year arrived, the holidays ended, and Peggy resumed her studies with a beefed-up class schedule. I rented her a room in a private home in Athens, near the university, so that on some weekdays she could sleep over, avoid the commute, and spend more time in the school library. Most nights, though, she was back with us in Lawrenceville. And she religiously adhered to her two-nights-a-week performances at The Naked Truth. The new schedule suited all of us. Peggy could focus more on her...
I’m 5’3” with dark red hair and hazel eyes, athletically built, spent my youth as a runner and a gymnast. I’ve always had a tendency to ask “why not” and just do things rather than ask “why”. While it can cause trouble, it can also lead places that make me wet just thinking about the experience. I’ve noticed y’all seem to like stories about teenagers, and families. Never fucked any of my family, but I did have a best friend in high school that had a big family… Georgia and I spent a lot...
The light breeze made the September leaves give off soft rustling sounds and sent a small shiver down my back as it cooled the sweat between my shoulder blades. I pulled more closely against Tom and he responded by cupping his hands more tightly around my bottom. The air wasn’t really cold, in fact it was fairly warm for this time of year. The soft cotton blanket below us provided some insulation from the leaf covered ground and while our shirts were unbuttoned we were otherwise clothed. Tom...
I have been a financial advisor for a number of years. After college, I worked for a financial planning firm, in more of a support role than dealing directly with the firm’s clients and moved to a different and smaller advisory group when they gave me the opportunity to build a client base of my own. Well, the income potential was much greater compared with the former salary job and I jumped at the chance. That was eleven years ago, now I have a very nice clientèle which I add to quite...
13 RULES FOR DATING A TRANSGENDER WOMANGreetings, Ariscestocrats!How are your dating lives? Any single transgender women out there? Not too many, eh? Well, I’ll attest to that being the reason I keep running into the same type of guy. He’s Mr. Uninformed, Mr. Inexperienced, and he has a million questions, none of which have anything to do with who you are, but “what” you are. And it’s not that these men don’t mean well, it’s just that they’re hurting their chances by remaining ignorant to a...
Though both of us had been divorced nearly two years now, we seemed to have very different approaches to our life style paths. Megan, having not had c***dren, had been dating regularly since she had, as she put it, found her freedom. I, on the other hand, devoted my time to raising my eighteen year old son Ryan. I suppose my focus on his up bringing was to compensate for his fathers complete absence but it also filled a void in my life that for several years, lacked any sincere company of a...
so this is how it goes. i had not been talking to pranay because we had had a fight lately. he was not talking to me because he thought i went behind his back and talked some shit to his girlfriend. he thought i talked his girlfriend into breaking up with him. instead i had kissed his girlfriend and she really liked it. she wanted to leave him for me but she obviously did not tell pranay this. when i saw how he reacted with it i decided to leave her too because my friend was more important to...
PART IJack's tongue probed his mom's cunt. He relished her sweet tender flesh that provided the juices he craved. She never failed to provide him the pleasures of her flesh. Her whimpers and moans thrilled the young man as he gave the love and attention she so desperately desired. One more flick of her clitoris and another shower of her nectar. Then he moved up and slid into her connecting them as one. His cock throbbed inside her. Her arms and legs wrapped around his body and their tongues...
Thick red lips moving up and downOn a hard throbbing erection Sternly querying eyes seem to wonderWhen are you going to shoot? You can only softly whisper:“I’m sorry, mom, but not yet.” Her head starts bouncing fasterThe rhythm stays steady Your mother is staring at youBut it still isn’t the time Whenever you will fireYour mother will be ready Don’t you worry at allShe will swallow it too Mom hasTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
IncestJackie was a beautiful blonde-haired exercise fanatic. I thought we had a good thing going. We met after work almost every day after work to go out to the archery range and shoot. I was twenty-two, she was about thirty-five. After seven weeks I asked her to marry me. I was ecstatic when she accepted! At the reception her uncle Bill met me in the bathroom. He looked awfully sad. "Be careful. She's been married five times before. It's never lasted over two years." Well shit. I had my own...
The light breeze made the September leaves give off soft rustling sounds and sent a small shiver down my back as it cooled the sweat between my shoulder blades. I pulled more closely against Tom and he responded by cupping his hands more tightly around my bottom. The air wasn't really cold, in fact it was fairly warm for this time of year. The soft cotton blanket below us provided some insulation from the leaf covered ground and while our shirts were unbuttoned we were otherwise clothed. Tom...
His closed eyes shut even tighter, his body went rigid and arched, his breathing stopped as the first spurt of his come landed on his chest, the second just above his navel, and the third and last simply slid out and down his cock onto his thumb. For a moment he stayed thus, motionless, but then, with a sudden gulp of air, his body relaxed onto his bed. He heard a noise, or thought he did, and his eyes shot open. Nothing! Except "Why is my door open?" he thought. And then he remembered that...
"Welcome, Miss Harter. Have a seat." Still unsure of why I was here, I made my way across the room and sat down on the plush tan sofa that is the trademark of a psychiatrist's office. It wasn't the first time I had entered my parents' counselor's room, but I was surprised when he asked to see me and my parents separately. Surprised since I wasn't the patient. Unfortunately, though, Mom was. She had undergone a huge metamorphosis in the last few months, ever since her bookstore had...
Copyright© Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Susan's mind was still fuzzy as she struggled to wake. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and looked at the old woman seated in the chair. "Grandma?" "Yes dear?" "What are you doing in here?" Here was the bedroom that her Grandmother had put them in last night for their stay. It was an extremely beautiful room within an enormous old mansion. The queen size bed took up a very small portion of the room. There was a sitting area with a love seat,...