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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is copyright 2019 by Ayn Ryan. Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web, provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to, subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b) the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c) proper credit is given to the author at the time of posting. All other rights, including, but not limited to, those of adaptation to other media and formats, reserved to the author. Contact: [email protected] Like Father, Like Son I was nine when my mother died. I was hardly old enough to understand what "breast cancer" was. I remember her growing weaker and weaker. I remember her losing her hair. She still looked beautiful to me even without hair. At first, she wore a wig, then as she grew worse, a long floral scarf. In the weeks before she passed, I am not sure who looked worse, my dad or my mom. When she passed, we both grieved. But I know there was a part of both of us that was relieved. Both of us tried to remember her as she was, rather than remember the end. We both grieved in our own way. Dad focused on taking care of me. I suppose the life of a single father is a lonely one. He threw himself into work. After work, raising me was the only other thing he cared about. I was too young to notice, but he didn't have any kind of social life in the years after mom died. I wouldn't say we were still grieving, but everything seemed "too soon." I discovered my growing sexuality when I was eleven. It was late at night, I could not sleep. It had seemed like every brush of the sheets aroused me. Of course, I didn't know that's what it was. I had this tingling feeling in my privates. I touched myself and felt it grow stiff. It was instinct really, I took hold of my penis and stroked it. It only took a few pulls and suddenly I stiffened, my toes curled as wave after wave of the most amazing tingling feeling washed over me. I was a little scared, all I knew was that it was the most intense feeling, and I wanted more. One evening not long after, I was watching TV with my father. There was a commercial, to this day, I ccouldn't tell you what the product was, but there was a woman in a red and black dress with a large belt accentuating her wasp thin waist. Her legs were clad in black nylons and red high heel pumps. She stood with her legs slightly spread and all her weight on right leg. Her left hand was resting on her thrust- out hip. Her blonde hair in a pony tail. I felt a stirring as my sexuality awakened, I blushed uncontrollably. The show soon started, and I doubted my father even noticed. That night I thought of that woman and what she was wearing, and I stroked myself until my elbow hurt. From then on, I was obsessed. My penis twitched at the sight of high heels. In public, it was the first thing I noticed about a woman. Girls my own age were still wearing flats, I only cared about women's shoes. Their legs in stockings or pantyhose, skirts and dresses. I loved them. I loved long boots and short skirts. I loved strappy sandals and flowy sundresses. I loved tight pencil skirts and pumps. In the night, alone in my bed, my imagination ran wild. I began to envision not only being with the women I saw, but then wearing those clothes. I needed to feel why they were so sexy to me. I was twelve when my father decided I was old enough to have the house to myself until he got home from work rather than stay at the neighbor's house as I had been doing. As soon as my chores and homework were done, I was on my bed stroking into tissues. It took two weeks before I had an idea. I felt terrible for thinking it, but I couldn't help myself. I quietly went to my parent's room. The bedroom set my parents had was the same. I went over to my mother's long dresser with the mirror and opened the drawer. Inside were panties. Soft cotton everyday panties, smooth satiny panties, silky lace panties. I was enthralled, and my penis hard as a rock. I touched them and chose the softest and quickly unzipped my pants took them off and practically ripped off my underwear. Slipping on the silky panties, was a revelation. Before I pulled them over my penis, I came the first time. Any guilt I had in raiding my dead mother's wardrobe was pushed back in my mind. I cleaned up and padded over to the walk-in closet. There inside next to my father's shirts and suits were a row of dresses and tops, skirts and the occasional pant suit. On the floor were racks of heels of all kinds. I just sat on the floor and grabbed a pair of black pumps. They were too large, but I didn't care. I tried standing, and like a new born foal, wobbly stood up on the 4" high heels. Looking around the closet I shifted precariously on my toes, too nervous to put any weight on my heels. I looked through the rack of clothes until I saw it. A red and black dress with cap sleeves. I took it off the rack and turned to the mirror on the inside wall. I held the hanger up and looked at myself in the mirror. My heart pounded in my chest. I could not wait to get these treasures back to my room. I stepped to leave and stepped too far and collapsed. Laughing, I kicked off the pumps, gathered them up along with the dress and headed to my bedroom. Once there I unzipped the back of the dress and stepped into it. I was shaking as I slipped my arms into the sleeves and lifted the dress to my shoulders. The dress was too big on my preteen frame. I reached around and struggled with the zipper. Once it was mostly zipped, I stepped into the heels. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my door. I looked like a boy in a dress and high-heels. The dress was too wide in the shoulders, and too wide in the chest and hips, but I was wearing it. I was wearing high heels. I was tenting the panties, it ached and demanded attention. I hitched the dress up and started stoking myself just standing there. I stroked myself to completion, and for some reason, in heels it felt even better. I collapsed on my bed. It took a few minutes for the high of my orgasm to dissipate. When it did the guilt of raiding my mother's wardrobe hit me. Looking at the clock I realized I only had fifteen minutes before my dad would be home. I kicked off the heels and gathered them up and rushed to the closet. I put the shoes back where I'd found them. Then I tried to unzip myself. I couldn't reach it. Panic started setting in and ended up on the floor wriggled out of the dress from the bottom. My heart pounding, I hung the dress back up where I found it. Stripping off the panties I put them back in the drawer and gathered my clothes and underwear to race back into my bedroom. My father walked into the living room where I was watching TV, just minutes after I sat down with a cold drink. "Hey, kid," Dad said as he dropped his stuff at the door. "How was your day?" "Fine," I answered flied to the show. "Great, good talk," he replied sarcastically. "I'll need your help with dinner in ten." "OK," I said. Once he was out of earshot I sighed and began to breathe again. I'd pulled it off. From then on, my weekday afternoons after school were an exploration of my femininity through my mother's wardrobe. There were stretches of time, sometimes weeks, when I actively avoided going in there. There were other times when the closet called me like a siren. I could not help myself. I learned to dress completely, filling the bra pockets with rolled up socks. The heels began to fit better but were still too large. I discovered I liked wearing strappy sandals I could tighten them around my ankles to fit snuggly. I was learning how foundation garments worked. I also started trying on my mother's old wigs and then putting on makeup. I literally had no clue what I was doing with the makeup. But it felt good on my skin. I was home from school for spring break. Dad was at work and I was looking forward to dressing all day. Dad got me up at normal routine. "What's your plan today?" Dad asked as we had breakfast. "Uh, I'm not sure," I replied. "Well, don't spend the day watching TV," Dad admonished. "I won't," I assured him. Dad's cell phone rang. "This is Kevin Ryan...All right I'm on my way in." He hung up. "I gotta run." I continued to eat my cereal as dad stood, tussled my hair as he headed out. "Love you," he called as he gathered his stuff and left. "Loved you too," I mumbled with a mouth full of food. I went to the living room and watched tv for an hour. I just wasn't comfortable going right to the closet. But my anticipation made that hour drag on for what seemed like days. Finally, I went to the bedroom. I picked out a matching lavender lace bra and panty set. I took these treasures into the bathroom and started the shower. Once warm, I got in and washed all over. Then using my father's razor, I shaved my legs and under pits. What peach fuzz was on my face I shaved as well. I finished, the shower and dried myself off. There was some powder I'd discovered in the medicine cabinet as well as a Secret deodorant. I powdered my body and used the deodorant. Smelling nice and feeling refreshed I slipped on the panties and tried tucking for the first time. Then I put the bra on. A couple of weeks before I'd found a set of breast forms that my mother must have used. These were a fabulous find as they moved so much more naturally than the socks I had been using. I padded barefoot to the closet and picked out a maroon A-line skirt and a pinstripe blouse with three quarter sleeves. After putting them on I put on black knee-high boots with a four-inch wedge heel. I decided that I didn't want to mess with too much makeup, so I simply put on the darkest lipstick I could find, which matched the maroon skirt perfectly. The finishing touch was the long blond wig I put on. I the gathered it up in pony tail. By this point it was about 11 am, and I didn't want to jerk off and ruin all the hard work I'd just put in despite the constant, almost irritating pleasure. I practiced walking in the boots. The wedges were much easier to walk in. I twirled in front of the mirror, enjoying the way my skirt flared out. Then I returned to the living-room and smoothed my skirt udder me as I sat down to watch TV. I flipped through the channels and settled on a soap opera. I figured, I'd watch the actresses and imitate them. The stories were actually engrossing, and it wasn't until my tummy rumbled, I realized it was lunchtime. I was busy making a sandwich when I heard my father say, "Well, don't you look cute," I whirled around in surprise. "Oh my God! DAD!" I cried. "Hi," he said with a small smile. "I thought I'd come home to take you to lunch. I see you already made some." "Dad...I can explain." "No need. I have eyes," Dad said. "Dad, I know I shouldn't be wearing Mom's clothes," I said pleadingly. "You aren't," Dad said. "I know I.... Wait, what?" "I donated all your mother's clothes a couple months after she passed away. It was too painful to have them around. I could smell your mother all around, even..." he said haltingly. "Even in my sleep. Those clothes, they're mine." I sat down on a kitchen chair with the piece of bread from my incomplete sandwich still in my hand. The shock of being discovered was just exploded by this new revelation. Suddenly, things made sense. "Mom's" dresses were still a little too big despite my growing teenage body. The selection of shoes in the closet was still fitting me despite my growth spurt that had required a new pair of sneakers every few months. My dad pulled out a chair and said, "Like father, like son, I guess," as he sat down. "You knew all this time?" I asked. "No, I had a few suspicions, but I didn't know for sure." "So, when do you dress? I never even suspected." "Ah, well every day for underwear and sleeping. I don't own any men's underwear," Dad answered. "Fully dressed? Katrina is a night owl on weekends." "Who?" I asked. "Katrina, is my female name. What, you don't have one?" "Uh, no," I said. "That's not something I thought about," I confessed. "I can imagine what a boy your age does," Dad said. I blushed beet red. "Yeah, I was fourteen once too," he said. "I have to say you were very good at keeping everything clean an orderly, there were only a few little hints, and even then, like I said, I wasn't sure. I also need to compliment you on your makeup today, you look really good." "I'm only wearing lipstick." "Well in the day time, that's usually all some girls wear. I'm glad you don't feel the need to go overboard." I shrugged. "So are you ready to go to lunch? You are dressed for a nice place, I was thinking fast-food originally, now I'm thinking a nice sit-down place." "WHAT?!" I cried. "Honey, there is nothing to worry about. You are at an age where you are completely passable. You'll look like a teenage girl with her father. We will just need to get you a few things to complete your look." Dad went to his room and came back a few minutes later with a black purse with a long thin strap. He showed me he'd put a few things inside. The lipstick I was wearing, powder for my nose and blush. Dad supervised as I lightly powdered my face and nose. Then rouged my cheeks. It was still a very clean and natural look. Finished, he offered his hand for me to stand and lead me to the door with his hand on the small of my back. I walked slowly, and rather steadily I thought, to the door despite my knees feeling like jelly. Dad guided me to the passenger side of the car where He opened the door for me. "You are doing great," he said. "Now turn and face away from the car, sweep your skirt up and sit back in the car." I followed his instructions and looked up at him. "Now, sit back and swing your legs into the car keeping your knees together. Always keep your knees together, Honey." "Ok, I'll remember." "Now place your purse in your lap." Which I did demurely. Daddy closed the door and walked around to the driver side. He jumped in. "Ready." "Ha. Are you kidding? No." "You're doing great," he assured me. Daddy drove us to a nice restaurant. My heart was pounding as the hostess led us to our table. I walked slowly, swaying my hips slightly as I walked. Daddy had coached me in the car to walk slow and to sit lightly as if there was an egg on the seat that I didn't want to crush. Once sitting I was to cross my legs at the knee. The restaurant was filled with stylishly dressed women lunching. I knew every eye was on me. I know it probably wasn't true, but that's how I felt. Daddy pulled out my seat and I sat down as he advised and crossed my legs then allowed him to push me forward. Dad sat down across from me and the bus boy filled our glasses with water. I glanced up at him and saw him staring at me. It made me blush, and my Father smile. When he left, Daddy, leaned forward, "Get used to that, you are going to break men's hearts," I blushed all the harder and took a sip of the water to wet my suddenly bone-dry mouth. "Daddy!" I said somewhat shocked. "It's up to you, but I can tell you it's fun," Dad said straight-faced. "Are you saying you've gone out with men?" I whispered incredulously. "Yeah, well Katrina has." "Oh. My. God, I can't take anymore surprises today," I said. "All right, we'll take it slowly," Daddy assured. "I'm just so happy I can finally share this with you." The waiter came over and took our order. I ordered a salad with grilled chicken on it. Daddy ordered a pasta dish. Unconsciously, I shifted my weight and recrossed my legs. Daddy noticed and winked his approval at my deportment. "You're a natural. So, what should your name be?" Daddy asked after the waiter left. "I don't know," I said. "Should you be involved?" "Hey, I helped name you in the first place," Daddy reasoned. "Pick something you like. I happened to choose a name that shared my initials, but you can choose whatever you like." I thought for a while, absentmindedly munching on a bread stick. "Careful how you eat, sweetie," Daddy quietly warned. I snapped out of my reverie and chewed with my mouth closed. "I think I'd like to honor Mom," I said. Dad's eyebrows went up in surprise. "But I don't want to be 'Viki'," I reasoned. "I'll use her first initial though. I think I like Veronica." Dad smiled a big smile. "That's the title of one of my favorite songs from the 80s." "Yeah?" "Yeah. I like it. It suits you," Daddy said. Our meals arrived, and we thanked the waiter. Daddy and I sat and ate and talked over the future. "Well, I can't have you borrowing all my stuff. "he said. "A girl your age should have her own wardrobe. You will develop a style all your own, and I'm in my forties and you are a teen, you can't be using your mother's clothes," Daddy said. "We can take care of that this week and weekend. For now, you can supplement with my stuff, and you can have access to my wigs and such," I nodded agreement, still astonished at the turn of events from the morning. Now we were going to me a wardrobe of girl's clothes of my own. "I'll teach you what you need to know in the evenings, but it looks like you are a quick learner already." I blushed. "I'm already looking forward to it," I said was we finished our lunch and the waiter came over with the check. Dad looked at his watch. "Damn, I've got to get back to work. We are going to have to rush home." Even though we were hurrying, I didn't rush out of the restaurant, not in those heels. Daddy got he door for me, which was strangely thrilling, and once again opened the car door for me. I sat down, ladylike, and swung my legs in without instruction this time. Dad smiled his approval and closed the door. On the drive home Daddy gave me permission to remain dressed the rest of the day. We pulled up to the house and pulled into the drive. "I need to scoot back to work, can you get in?" "Uh, I don't have my keys," I said. "Check your purse, Dear," I opened the purse and sure enough Daddy had placed my key in it. "Never leave the house without your keys in your purse." I smiled and got out of the car. Nervous being dressed in daylight in my own neighborhood, I ran to the door in the tiny steps I'd seen women using when rushing in heels. I'm not sure that I got there any faster, but it was another thrill as I felt the breeze and short hem of my skirt on the bare skin of my thighs. I quickly unlocked and opened the door and turned and waved to Daddy as he pulled back out of the drive. I closed and locked the door as he drove off. And immediately went to my room. I pulled down my panties and relieved my aching penis from the thrill of the past few hours. That done, I cleaned up with a tissue and put my panties back on, then set to work around the house doing my normal chores while still dressed. Vacuuming was simple enough for example, but loading the dishwasher was embarrassing. Every time I bent over, I could feel my ass being exposed by the short skirt. Daddy came home just as I was bent over once more. "A woman bends at the knees, sweetie," he said as he came into the kitchen. "Modesty, honey, unless you are trying to tease a boy." "Daddy! Please don't say that. Ewww," I protested. "You never know," he said. "You might find you like it someday, or not, that's up to you to find out." "Whatever," I said. "Listen, I'm going to change," Daddy said. "I've waited a long time to be comfortable in my own house, and now that you know, I see no reason to hide. In the meantime, Please, put on an apron so you don't ruin my clothes, and start dinner. "OK," I said. I was well into prepping the vegetables when I heard the clicking of heels on the floor behind me. I put the knife down and paused, steeling myself for yet another of the day's revelations. I turned slowly and looked at Katrina for the first time. I gazed down, as was my habit, and saw she was wearing tan pumps I would learn later were called "Nude". They had a low platform and when she turned to show off her outfit, I saw they had red soles. She was wearing black skinny jeans, and a gold anklet. A thin metal chain was being used as a belt. Her top was scarlet top with a plunging neckline that really showed off her...cleavage? How was that possible? I'd later learn and imitate. Her wig was medium length auburn that cascaded to her shoulders. Her makeup was light, just the scarlet on her lips to match her top. I was unaware at the time, just how much makeup she used to look like she wasn't wearing any makeup. At her neck was a dainty gold chain, the pendent resting between her breasts. "Well?" Katrina asked sheepishly hand on her hip. "I...I...You...look amazing," was all I could squeak out. "Thank you honey." She smiled. "So...uh, what should I call you, when..." I asked gesturing to her outfit. "You know." "Call me Mom, silly," Katrina answered. "But..." "I know what you're going to say, don't worry about it. Veronica's mom is Katrina. It doesn't affect Kevin being your father or Viki being your mother," Katrina said reassuringly. "Mom," I said, trying out the word. "I haven't called anyone 'Mom' in a long time. Feels nice, actually." "OK sweetie I've worked you enough, I'll take over dinner, you can go in and watch TV." Dismissed I headed toward the living-room, but I turned as I was about to leave the room, and sat down in the kitchen. I was simply too curious about Mom and how things were going to work now. "Mom, when did you first start dressing?" I asked. "Well, I guess I was about your age," Mom answered. "More or less. I used to steal your Aunt Maddie's panties and jerk off in them. Which is what you've been doing isn't it? Embarrassed about being questioned about my masturbation habits, I simply nodded. "Yeah, I know. Look you will find, that your story is typical. A lot of Crossdressers, transvestites and trans girls started that way. I don't know why some boys are attracted to women's clothing, but suffice to say, it attracts us. If it makes you feel good, then... I'm glad. I don't want you to feel embarrassed talking to me about anything. ANYTHING. We share this secret, nothing could be so terrible that you couldn't share it with me or your Father. I love you no matter what." "Ok," was my weak reply. "So, mom knew you dressed?" "Yes, she knew. I told her," she answered. "I kept no secrets from your mom. Things were different though. For one, I didn't go out once we were married. I also restricted myself to lingerie. Your mom kind of liked it. She loved my smooth legs, and sexy underwear. You should have seen what I was wearing the night you were conceived." "Mom!" I cried. "TMI!" She laughed. "I think you will find I'm more uninhibited as a woman. On a purely selfish level, I guess I can be more open about my dating habits." "Oh?" I said. "Have you always dated men?" "HA! Now who is being nosy. I'm not going to discuss my sex life with my fourteen-year-old daughter. Or my son for that matter. But to reassure you, no, that was something I explored only after your mother died and I couldn't bring myself to date women. But I guess, thinking back, I've always been bisexual," She said. "Eventually, you will find your own way. But not for years," Mom warned. "Ok," I said skeptically. The conversation continued through dinner. I discovered that Mom was seeing a man. She was willing to allow him to come over now that I knew. We discussed what I wanted from my dressing. Was it just sexual, did I feel like there was a girl inside me? Right now, I was satisfied with the situation as it was. Twenty-four hours earlier I was jerking off in panties, now I'd gone out in public and was completely accepted as a girl. It was a lot to digest for a kid. Mom informed me that I had a lot to think about. We cleaned up after dinner and then as mother and daughter we sat and watched some TV. It was interesting that as girls we decided to watch a drama that the day before I would have considered a "girls" show. But I liked it, and I liked the intimacy I shared with Mom. It was different than what I'd shared with Dad. After the show Mom said it was time for bed. I protested, but she patted my thigh and shooed me upstairs. "Besides I have a surprise for you." Reluctantly, I went upstairs followed by Mom. She had me stop at my door as she went inside her bedroom. She came back with a small garment box. "I stopped on the way home for a gift," Handing it to me, she continued, "Once you are changed bring my clothes back to the bedroom, and I'll show you something else." Taking the box I did as I was told. I sat on my bed and unzipped my boots and pealed them off. My toes rejoiced at their freedom. Then I took off my clothes. Naked, I opened the box and took out the contents. I held up the silky nylon cami and the matching tap pants. The cami was pale blue with spaghetti straps, with lacey cups at the breast and a tiny bow between. The tap pants matched and had lace on the hips and another tiny bow at the front. Slipping them on was pure sensuality, and I couldn't help myself I jerked off immediately. I was just, cleaning up with my mother called. "Veronica! Did you fall asleep?" "Ah, No," I said breathlessly. "I'm coming." "I bet," Mom answered. I gathered up the clothes I'd borrowed from Mom and padded down the hall in my cute pajamas. "There you are," Mom said as I entered. "I was afraid you were too busy." I blushed in embarrassment, obviously confirming her suspicion. "Come sit up on the bed with me," Mom said patting the mattress next to her. She was dressed for bed herself, wearing silk pajamas so dark green they looked almost black. "Pick a color," she offered as she swept her hand over a wide variety of nail polishes. "I've always wanted to have a slumber party and do one another's' nails," Not having school for a week, I was game. I smiled and hopped up next to her. "You look adorable," she said. "So, do you, those look very comfortable," I replied. "They are," she replied, subtly adjusted herself. I ignored it. I picked a color, a very feminine pink called "Coral." Mom complimented my choice and I placed my feet in her lap. She used a foam thing to separate my toes, which I found out was called a "Toe separator," And she went to work on my feet. We chatted and giggled as she worked. Finished, she had me sit up and took my hand in hers and did my fingers. First, she filed and smoothed them. I wasn't a nail-biter, so I had a small amount of length. Then she painted them the same color as my toes. Finished she had me hold my fingers apart and my hands up and out. My wrists were limp. Mom reached in between my outstretched arms and took my face in her hands and drew me in for a kiss. "You really are adorable," She said. "Thank you," A replied, blushing. "OK, off to bed sweet girl. But careful with those fingers and toes for another twenty minutes." "What about you?" I asked. "I have to work this week, I can't," she said with a melancholy smile. I kissed her one more time and headed out of the bedroom. I struggled with the door and my toes felt weird as I walked back to my room. Once there, I sat at my desk and opened a school book as delicately as possible. In the quiet of the house, I heard Mom moaning in her room, a barely audible squeal, and then silence. I smiled as I took the separators off my feet and climbed into bed. I was tenting my tap pants yet again at the thought of Mom enjoying her pjs as much as I enjoyed mine.

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Written by Blk_AlphaI want to dedicate this story to my Son/Bitch/Slut (Bottom694) Jay. Bottom line is this Bottom694 is My Bitch. Bottom694’s pussy is MINE!!!!.There is a blog I put up, which explains the special genetic makeup that is responsible for certain sexual bonds between Father’s/Son’s. I never knew that the unique dad/son love that we share is actually a very special and beautiful thing. 11/14/2020I Blk_Alpha (Joseph) and my son Bottom694 (Jay) we make love to each other very...

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Unique Bond between a Father and Son

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It all started in the hotel bariAs the duty manager I got called to the bar to deal with a complaint. When I got there I was sent to you, a very good looking mature woman who said your 1982 bottle of chateau neuf was corked. As I apprached you I noticed you had a figure hugging pencil skirt on and i took a sharp intake of breath as I noticed the suspender belt outlined and a panty vpl. I was aware that my dick was getting hard I sat down oppisite you hoping you hadnt noticed the bulge in my...

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It all started in the hotel bariAs the duty manager I got called to the bar to deal with a complaint. When I got there I was sent to you, a very good looking mature woman who said your 1982 bottle of chateau neuf was corked. As I apprached you I noticed you had a figure hugging pencil skirt on and i took a sharp intake of breath as I noticed the suspender belt outlined and a panty vpl. I was aware that my dick was getting hard I sat down oppisite you hoping you hadnt noticed the bulge in my...

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Sex Like Real aka SLR VR! You’re ready for the future, aren’t you? Hell, you’re already living in the future. That’s why you’ve got your VR headset all set to pump hot sex directly into your eyeballs, letting you live the dream of fucking your favorite pornstars. Your only problem now is deciding which of the VR porn sites are worth your hard-earned spank money. Today, I’m going to take a look at Sex Like Real.SexLikeReal.com is fairly new to the sex movie industry, but so is VR tech....

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Mom and dad divorced when I was still fairly young. I saw him every other weekend for a few months after that until he landed a new job out on the West coast. After that, I saw him once a year for a couple of weeks during the summer. Obviously we didn't spend a lot of time together, and because of that, we never were very close. Though I continued to get a card here and there from him on birthdays, or a parcel with presents in it around Christmas time, dad became for me nothing more than one...

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Thank you for reading my story! I hope you enjoy it! This is only my second attempt at story writing so please be gentle and constructive criticism is welcome. Now, this story is not for everyone. It contains strong sexual scenes, incest and "very immoral" behavior. If this is not your cup of tea, you were warned. Thank you and please enjoy! My name is Reese Witherspoon and this is my story. It was a pleasant evening in late spring when I pulled my car into the driveway of my parents'...

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FATHER AND SON

Alex pulled up in front of the gated driveway. His little Toyota was diminished by thestone walls lined with statues. He felt a mix of fear and excitement course through hisslender body as he pulled up to the call box. Sure, this was just another yoga lesson, and the money would be good (he always charged a higher hourly rate for upscale clients), but he had never met this one. Almost all of his students were word of mouth: referrals from friends, other students, or teachers. This was an answer...

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Marg with father and son

I have found that my mature wife is getting bolder the older she gets. She is more willing to talk about fantasies and much more willing to act on them. A few days ago we had overnight visitors. An old friend was driving through town taking his son to a nearby university so we invited them to stay. I had noticed that both of them checked out Marg’s tits and that she had left a couple buttons undone to show a little cleavage. This is something she is doing more often and something that I am...

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Father Fucks Son

Casey's mom had left at 5am that morning for a business trip and wouldn't be back for a few days. Casey was watching TV on the couch when his dad came inside. He had been working on a project in his wood shop for a while and just had to do some finishing touches today. He was in blue jeans, a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscles and work boots. Casey noticed his dad was hard when he came back in from working on his project. He sat on the couch next to Casey. “Hey Casey, can we...

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Andersonville 21 Sins of the father Sins of the son

"Good morning, Miss Anderson," Crius said in a formal tone. "Please, call me, Linda," I replied. "Only if you call me, Crius," he answered. The Titan God smiled, but I detected no warmth to it. "Okay, Crius." I returned his smile with some reservation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I didn't feel at ease with him. When he had asked me out to breakfast, I had been tempted to say 'no', but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "So, what can I do for you?" "Nothing,...

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Fathers and Sons

Fathers and Sons Adam looked down as he pushed his cock in and out of Alex's lovely smooth ass, her black stocking encased legs were rested on Adam's shoulders as he fucked her. Her stockinged legs were attached to a garter belt that framed her 4 inch clitty cock, over her chest was a padded black bra. Alex's face was made up sexly, Her skin was smoothed with foundation and power, Her eyes were lined with liquid liner and brown shadow tapered out to her thin eyebrows and her...

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First of all Id like to begin by giving some background information on the various members of my family.Firstly there?s me probably best described as a poorly endowed wimp.There?s my 39 year old wife Sheila, her 59 year old Mother Ann, and completing the trio of females that live in my house my 19 year old Daughter Pam.Finally last but not least there?s my 18 year old Son Robert, who?s small in stature like me, and can sometimes by a bit unruly.My story begins in earnest some 2 years ago...

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The Count of Monte CristoChapter 2 Father and Son

We will leave Danglars struggling with the demon of hatred, and endeavoring to insinuate in the ear of the shipowner some evil suspicions against his comrade, and follow Dantes, who, after having traversed La Canebiere, took the Rue de Noailles, and entering a small house, on the left of the Allees de Meillan, rapidly ascended four flights of a dark staircase, holding the baluster with one hand, while with the other he repressed the beatings of his heart, and paused before a half-open door,...

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DunrossiterChapter 4 Father And Sons

In the six months of her marriage, Katherine Dunrossiter had learned much of her husband’s household and way of life and had begun to suspect that her marriage had been a mistake. For one thing he was incredibly high-handed with the servants, indeed, with anyone of Irish blood. He taxed them unmercifully, worked them piteously, and was prone to chastise any errors, whether real or imagined, fiercely. Her attempts to alleviate the suffering she witnessed were only partially successful. The...

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There are many studies and competing arguments out there taking both sides of the debate on whether bisexual and homosexual behaviors are due to nature or nurture. I’ll admit that I don’t know the definitive answer, but as you’ll learn in this story, I do have my suspicions that a significant part of it must be due to nature.My name is Ed, and at the time of this story my wife, Susan, and I were thirty-nine years old and living in an Atlanta suburb near where I grew up. My son, Jason, had just...

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Fathers and Sons

Fathers and SonsMy sister was getting married in Vegas and had invited my father even though Mom was dead set against it. Their divorce had not been amicable and it was years before my sister and I knew the reason for the divorce in the first place. Dad was gay.I am sure Mom still took that as an insult to her womanhood and even though she knew it was not a choice he had made she still would not let it go. My sister and I argued with her and pointed out he had always been a great father but...

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Son Gone Girl Father Gone Son

"Damn I look good!" That's what I tell myself every time I get undressed and look into the mirror. My name is Meka. Two years ago it was Michael or as my family called me, Mikey. That's right, I'm your friendly neighborhood Tranny. Some like to say "Shemale", "Tranny", or for the sexy little Asians,"Ladyboys". In five minutes I will be arriving at my parents house in Atlanta, Ga. This will be the first time I've seen them in nearly two and a half years. And this will be my "coming out party"....

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The Count of Monte CristoChapter 12 Father and Son

M. Noirtier--for it was, indeed, he who entered--looked after the servant until the door was closed, and then, fearing, no doubt, that he might be overheard in the ante-chamber, he opened the door again, nor was the precaution useless, as appeared from the rapid retreat of Germain, who proved that he was not exempt from the sin which ruined our first parents. M. Noirtier then took the trouble to close and bolt the ante-chamber door, then that of the bed-chamber, and then extended his hand to...

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"Are you doing well in school , son?" Ron asked. "Yes dad, got a A+ on my Health Final!" Drew said. Drew was the blood-born son of Ron. "That's great son! Speaking of health....can I talk to you about something?" Ron asked. "Anything, dad." Drew said. "Son, you're 16 years old. Now, we've had the...."biology" talk of sex, but...." Ron said, but he was interupted. "Woah, woah, dad.....you've already explianed this." Drew said. "No, son, listen. Like I said, we're already had the scientific talk...

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Like father like son

We first met Doug and his wife in 82 on a P&O cruise, coming from Adelaide gave us something in common and though we never went out of our way to meet up with them we seemed to always bump into each other on the ship or tourist trips. Doug and Beck were straight to the point that Sunday church services were obligatory even on the cruise, we found out later that was Beck more than Doug. After the cruise we went round to their home for dinner and drinks on occasion though saying grace wasn't...

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His Fathers Son

Sometime in the past... There was light drizzle falling through the high dark clouds as the limo moved slowly down through the cemetery and by the graves of the hero's who were buried at Fort Rosecrans Veteran's Cemetery. John Richard sat in the rear of the limo with his mother Mary. The coffin, secured in its place in the black hearse directly in front of them contained the body of his father, John Richard Henry, Sr. The hearse pulled off the main road and drove down a side lane then came...

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I was in the office of Harriet Jones Realty and had an itch that needed to be scratched. In other words, I was horny as hell. I had my hand down my skirt rubbing my pussy through my panties. Panties that were fast becoming very moist.I needed to get home and get my favorite vibrator, nicknamed Charlie, and get some much-needed relief fast. I made an I’m feeling bad excuse to Harriet and headed for the parking lot. I told Harriet, that if I felt better, I would be back that afternoon.As I headed...

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Like Father Like Son

I was in the office of Harriet Jones Realty and had an itch that needed to be scratched. In other words, I was horny as hell. I had my hand down my skirt rubbing my pussy through my panties. Panties that were fast becoming very moist.I needed to get home and get my favorite vibrator, nicknamed Charlie, and get some much-needed relief fast. I made an I’m feeling bad excuse to Harriet and headed for the parking lot. I told Harriet, that if I felt better, I would be back that afternoon.As I headed...

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Titan Like Father Like Son

“All of this for a dog?” You might ask, and my response would be, “yes.” It felt as if my best friend had died, the feelings and emotions were strong and honest, and I could feel myself slipping each day deeper into suffocating darkness of desperation, depression, and despondency. Unfortunately, out of embarrassment and shame, I couldn’t bring myself to confide in anyone, and I sank deeper into this abyss . . . until Titan. Titan, in many ways, was like his sire, an extremely handsome dog,...

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Becca and Jayson

Jayson woke up on Thursday and realized that he had sixteen missed calls. They were all from his mom. He texted her and said that he had just woken up and she didn't reply. He laid there in the bed for another before the phone finally vibrated. " WHY CANT YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE????" said the text. It was his mom. He simply replied with, " I was asleep sry". Another twenty minute rolled by and then the phone finally vibrated again. " Me and your father decided to spend the weekend in Aspen!!!!...

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A Weekend at Sonyas

By: DamonX ([email protected]) I rested my head in my hands as I stared up at the clock. "3:48?" I muttered in disgust. I was twelve minutes away from beginning my weekend, but it seemed as though time was grinding to a halt. I had finished with my last client an hour earlier and was simply waiting out the rest of my shift. I groaned again and looked out over the gym. To further my disappointment there were not even any half decent women to look at. I dropped my head...

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You are your fathers son

This story was motivated by the sight of a very pretty Indian college girl in an atrocious bikini at the pool this summer. Once it started though, it became an exploration of power exchange.All characters in this story are completely fictional.I welcome all suggestions and comments on the story. It’s not what might be considered ‘hot’ just yet. It’s because the explosive scene I have in mind will now appear in the 2nd chapter. It’s not written yet, but I will certainly work on it if there is...

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Office Ki Sexy Ladki Sonam

Hello dosto, Ye meri pehli chudai story hai, main ISS ka regular reader hoon par maine kabhi socha nahi tha ki main khudki kahani likhunga, par itne stories padhne ke baad mujhe laga ki mujhe apni story bhi share karni chaiye.Iss kahani mein maine saare real name use kiye hai kyunki sirf naam pata reh ke sonam ko ya mujhe koi haani nahi hogi. Iss kahani mein main aur mere office ki colleague sonam dono shamil hai. Pehle main aapko apne baarein mein bata du, main 26 saal ka punjabi ladka hoon...

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Jayson

This is my first story, so i hope you like it… If you dont please give me advice! thanks!! My name is Kelly and this is the story about me and my cousins best friend Jayson. I was headed over to my cousins house one Friday which was common for me. I was best friends with the girl, Stacy (16) and her older brother was just like a brother to me, Dakota (18). Dakota constantly had hot friends coming over which made their house a common hang-out place for me. But my by far favorite of his...

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Origins of the Personalia

Personalia: their origins and development [The following paper, ( amended from a talk given to the Rehome Historical Society, which later appeared in the "Journal of the Rehome Historical Society", issue no. 73), is a brief historical review by Robert Kempe, junior, of The Personalia from their ancient origin to their present interactions with the human race.] Author: Robert Kempe, eldest son of Governor Bob Kempe and his first wife Diane Enloe. Background of the author: My father has...

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from the last story father like son

it was late at night and i sat there in my blue panties and black leggings and black tight shirt. there is this older black guy sitting next me naked, high and asleep. as i sat there i found my self wanting to suck his cock again. i heard him mumble in sleep saying "come on white boy suck my black dick" i leaned back over to him and kissed his soft cock and started making out with it. i treated like a tongue and french kissed it. i took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it until i felt it get...

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Adventures of Lionel Sondra

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Sexy Soni

Three years back a friend of mine invited me & all our close friends for a get together at her house. She had arranged for a party on her terrace for her friends. I reached at the decided time. I met those whom I knew, because there were few whom I didn’t knew. After sometime the friend who had arranged the party introduced each & everyone to others so that all will comfortable. There i got introduced to a girl call soni (changed as she requested me to do so). She was pretty, long hair till her...

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A Gradual Affair With Soniya

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The Debts of the Father shall be Borne by the Son

Now, about Rosemary's social and sex life, first of all she didn't care much for socialising. Probably among her colleagues and friends were a few who would love to fuck her, but she just didn't think they were worth the trouble. The reason was that she got to know someone who was working for a sperm bank company. That entrepreneurial bitch had a sideline going. She ran a call-man outfit. This friend got some of the sperm donors to sell their sperm in a different way, so to speak. They were...

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Bobby8217s Friend Sonal

Dear Friends this is Bobby Bob here again. I am 37/m from Delhi. I am tall 6’1” and people say I am handsome. I am thankful to the ISS and the readers of ISS who have reverted back with a positive note. It was around 15 days back I met a very old friend Sonal nearly after 13 years. She was the receptionist there and I was into sales. We were very close friends and share our problems and happiness. She was a tall girl with nice features. We also got many opportunities to fondle with each other...

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MALE ESCORT FOR SONDRA

A few minutes later I am impressed and turned on as I flick through her pics. Most attractive size 12 brunette, average height, with a sexy smile. She has an all over sun tan, standing topless legs apart, hands on hips, wearing killer heels and dressed in crotchless black leather slacks. Modest, though attractive tits and I do like the way her pubic hair has been waxed. The third pic shows a rear view of her in the same leather slacks without any covering over her magnificent ass. “Did you...

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MALE ESCORT FOR SONDRA

A few minutes later I am impressed and turned on as I flick through her pics. Most attractive size 12 brunette, average height, with a sexy smile. She has an all over sun tan, standing topless, legs apart, hands on hips, wearing killer heels and dressed in crotch-less black leather slacks. Modest, though attractive tits and I do like the way her pubic hair has been waxed. The third pic shows a rear view of her in the same leather slacks without any covering over her magnificent ass. “Did you...

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MY FIRST COLLAGE GIRL ALYSON

                                       So back to my past, it’s 1985 and I have started collage. The occupation I was pursuing isn’t relevant, so I will not elaborate on it. My intention here is to share my sexual adventures with likeminded adults, like yourself, so I will not bore you with the irrelevant. I had broken things off with “Spankie, my first submissive girlfriend” (See story for details.) and was making a fresh start on life. What life I had anyway. You see, for those of you who...

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Enjoyment with two friends neetu and soni

At present Soni is married & has a beautiful daughter like her. We had sex after her marriage also, but the frequency has reduced. Anyway this time I will tell you my sex experience which took place because of Soni. She dint help me by purpose. But her act ended in helping me eventually. Soni still now have no idea about this. Because I feel that such relations are better when they are kept a secret.This is about having sex with a friend Neetu who had introduced me & Soni at her party....

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Teaching Lesson To Sonali

Hi friends this is Deepthi again… this is my second story in ISS… Thanks to all of you for a Very good Response from u all… To the new one’s my 1st Story was First Lesbian Experience With Hostel Warden… No continuations for both are different stories…Coming to the story….. Life is going normal in the hostel and suddenly comes the Sonali Mam she was the only strict faculty in whole college she joined in the hostel suddenly and for my surprise she was my roommate too… My normal life was totally...

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Father and Son

“Try to understand, please,” she answered with a soft voice, “he only was a teen when he made the wrong choices and this is it. He needs help, his parents were not there when he needed them, we are his only hope.” This was back in June when my nephew Greg was soon going to be released from jail. It’s true, he only had some misdemeanor offenses, but I did not want him in my house. I agreed to give him some temporary shelter for no more than a month until he finds his way to a halfway house and...

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Alyson

There was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone but opened it just the same. There stood my step-son’s fiancé: Alyson. They were to be married in three days. She was cute and we hit it off the first day we met. She stood about 5’5”, weighed about 120, and had a full “C” cup. It was those blue eyes and full lips that always had my attention.She came bounding into the foyer and told me that she had something that she wanted to talk with me about. I had been like a father to her from the...

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Alyson

There was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone but opened it just the same. There stood my step-son’s fiancé: Alyson. They were to be married in three days. She was cute and we hit it off the first day we met. She stood about 5’5”, weighed about 120, and had a full “C” cup. It was those blue eyes and full lips that always had my attention.She came bounding into the foyer and told me that she had something that she wanted to talk with me about. I had been like a father to her from the...

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Sonali

Hi this is Sonali my friend Paul wanted to post this story to other site but in between that I saw that he is sending story in which heroin is I but he still doesn’t know that I sent this story to ISS Michael picked Viplove and Sonali up in his car at ten o’clock that morning. “You understand,” he said as he drove them to the Supermarket, “that if you wish to become members of the club you have to do exactly what I tell you to do during the next twenty eight days?” Viplove and Sonali sat in...

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Father allow son

I am a young guy. Middle class family, consist of four members. Me, father, young brother and mom. Father is physically disable for the last ten years. Mom is housewife. Her age is 40.I am 26 and only earner in the family. As mom is not getting sexual satisfaction for the last 10 years, I think she is very hungry to have it. I am a very well build guy. She always look at me. She wear sarees below her navel. Her boobs seems to me the largest in the world. After the age of twenty my only dream...

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