Nursing School
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To say that having my entire summer holiday plans wrecked was annoying would have been a vast understatement; I was fuming about it and what was worse was the fact that I couldn't really blame anything but fate for it. It was one of those ironies of life that could not be helped, but as a 15 year old I felt that it was all aimed at me personally.
What had happened?
Simply, my mother, who I loved very much, had managed to break her leg right before the school holidays. She came out of hospital the day before school broke up with her leg in plaster and instructions to keep off her feet for a few weeks. Since my father had long gone, I was an only child and we hadn't the money to pay for a home help the choice of 'nurse' was extremely limited. I suppose I could have called one of the few relatives I had, but since most of them were well past 70 it seemed to me that I'd spend as much time looking after them as I would looking after my mother.
So I was 'it', and I was not at all happy about it. My summer plans had been made well in advance, they'd involved time away from home in the company of friends of both sexes and were aimed at getting my virgin leg over. Now those plans were in tatters and I had a summer of work ahead of me. Of course my mother wasn't too pleased about the situation either, every time I did something for her she'd apologise to me and look depressed. I think what was worst for her was having to use a bedpan, which the hospital had 'kindly' provided it embarrassed both of us.
A week into the holiday's things came to an abrupt head when Mum took the bedpan, put it under her, had a pee then spilt the contents of the pan as she tried to get it out from under her.
"Oh DAMN!!! Damn, damn, damn!!!" I heard her shout as I waited outside the bedroom door.
I went into her room quickly to see what was wrong; she looked at me with tears of frustration and embarrassment in her eyes as she explained what had happened. Sighing I lifted my mother out of bed and placed her on the dressing table chair then turned to the bed. Quickly I stripped it and sighed with relief when I found that the spill hadn't been that bad, about the only evidence on the actual mattress was a small damp patch. Nevertheless I had to wash off the mattress then turn it over before I could remake the bed; all the while my mother sat fidgeting in her damp nightdress and muttering under her breath. With the bed at last made I went to the dresser and took out a fresh night-dress for my mother, she took it from me, looked at it then back at me.
"I need a wash!" Mum declared with force, "I'm not lying there covered in my own piss! It's over a week since I had a wash and I feel dirty and sticky!"
I wondered how we were going to manage this feat since my mother could only stand on one leg, which was not ideal for a shower, and was under strict instructions not to get the cast wet so a soak in the bath was out. The only thing left seemed to be a bed bath and I knew Mum had had enough of them in hospital, on the way home she's sworn never to go through that indignity again.
"But Mum how...?" I started to ask in confusion.
"I don't know!" she snapped before I'd finished, "You work it out instead of just standing there uselessly!"
Her words upset me, especially after all I'd had to do for her so far, add to that all the housework I'd had to do and I felt hurt by her angry words. I think she must have realised that her comment was out of order because she put her hands to her face and wept.
"I'm sorry Tom," she said, her words muffled by her hands, "I shouldn't lash out at you. I know how much you've done and that I've spoilt your summer holiday."
There was nothing I could say in reply so I kept my mouth shut, at the same time I tried to work out a way for her to have a wash. While I thought I was looking in my mother's direction, unconsciously I let my eyes rove over her, noting the wetness where her nightdress had taken the bulk of the spillage and the swell of her breasts against the material. Two things happened at the same time, one was me coming up with a possible way to let my mother have a wash, the other was a sudden realisation that looking at my mother was exciting me. Chiding myself mentally for getting turned on I left the room and went down to the kitchen; delving into the kitchen cupboard I grabbed a bin liner then made my way back upstairs to my mother's bedroom. She looked at me with red-rimmed eyes as I re-entered the room.
"Tom, please don't be angry with me." she said softly, "I didn't mean what I said."
I was confused for a moment before it dawned on me that she thought my non-response and leaving the room had been to do with her calling me useless, though it had hurt I knew it was her frustration that had been speaking. Shaking my head I held up the bin liner.
"If we wrap this around the cast it will keep it dry." I said, "It would be best if you had a short soak rather than a shower though."
"You marvel!" Mum laughed in a sudden swing of mood, "Wouldn't a shower be better though, it would take less effort."
"Can you balance for that long on one leg?" I asked.
"I'll have to." She declared, "Come on, get that thing on my leg!"
Crouching down in front of my mother I slipped the bin liner onto her foot then started to roll it up her leg, as my eyes rose I was greeted by the sight of my mother's panties, gulping I tore my eyes away and focussed on the bag. Even then I found myself feeling a growing excitement as I got the cast covered then tied the bin liner closed around her upper thigh. It was the feel of her warm skin under my hands that caused the excitement in me, but I did my best to ignore this as I helped my mother to stand. Using me for support my mother hopped towards the bedroom door, eager to get to the bathroom, then, without warning, she stopped.
"This is no good." she sighed.
"Why?" I asked in puzzlement.
"I need to get undressed" she sighed again, "and I won't be able to get myself into the shower once I do."
"Well," I answered after a moment of thought, "why don't you get undressed, wrap a towel around you then I'll come back in to help you into the shower."
So we adopted my idea, I helped Mum hop to the bathroom, parked her on the toilet with a bath towel to hand then left the room. A few minutes later I heard her call out to me and I went back into the bathroom to see my mother perched on the toilet with the towel wrapped around her. Although the towel covered her form from boobs to knees I felt excited by the larger expanse of flesh on display above the towel. Getting my eyes sort of under control I helped my mother into the shower stall and got set to leave the room, only things weren't going to work out quite as planned.
"Oh lord." Mum gasped as I closed the shower door.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I forgot how slippery the tiles were," she sighed loudly, "I don't think I will be able to stand up for long."
God knows why, but I suddenly remembered a similar situation from a film on TV, the film itself had been rubbish, I couldn't even remember the title.
"Uh, Mum," I said hesitantly, "if we leave the door open a little you could lean on my shoulder."
I may have felt hesitation about making the suggestion, my mother certainly had no hesitation about taking up the idea; I think she was so desperate to feel clean that she would have said 'yes' if I'd offered to get into the shower and hold her up. So in the end I stood outside the shower like a lemon with my mother leaning quite heavily on my shoulder while she stood under the spraying water. Although I had my back to her I felt very much aware of the fact that my mother was stark naked only an arms length away from me, in fact I felt a faint stirring in my cock as the minutes passed and I felt shocked at myself. Then I happened to raise my eyes and found myself staring at the bathroom mirror, what I saw had my cock doing more than make faint stirrings. For the very first time I noticed that you could see the shower in the mirror, in the foreground was myself, but behind me I could see my mother and part of her body. Gulping I ripped my eyes away from the mirror, but I could not get the image of my mother's left boob and pert nipple out of my mind. By the time she got round to turning the shower off my prick was like a poker in my trousers. Feeling ashamed of myself for getting excited by my mother I handed her the towel over my shoulder then, once she'd wrapped it around her, helped her to the toilet.
I left the room so that she could dry off and change into the clean nightdress, it was at this point that I realised that I hadn't given her a clean pair of panties. Willing my cock to go down, uselessly I might add, I called out to my mother and asked her if she wanted me to get her some panties.
"Don't bother," she called out, "I can put some on when we get to the bedroom."
A few minutes later Mum called out that she was ready and I went back into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet looking fresh, clean and cheerful, the clean night-dress had been the first that had come to hand and seeing her in it made me wish I'd taken the time to choose a different one. I had just about got my cock back under control when I re-entered the bathroom, but one look at the semi-sheer nightdress changed that in an instant.
"I feel so much better." Mum smiled as I tried not to stare at the shadow shape of her boobs.
Shaking inside I helped her to stand then acted as her support back to the bedroom, it was not a long journey, but I was very aware of my mother's nakedness under her skimpy night-dress throughout. At last I had her back on her bed; by that time I had only one thought in my mind, to get to my own room and jerk-off!
"Don't you think you should take the bin liner off?" Mum asked as I turned to leave.
"Oh, yes, I suppose I had." I muttered as I turned back to the bed then knelt down in front of her.
That was a big mistake, as my mother lifted her plaster encased leg the night-dress opened and I had a clear view of her bare pussy, for a moment I stared at her pussy, taking in the sight of her pouting lips and the short hairs surrounding them. Then I pulled myself fully together and fumbled at the bin liner in and effort to get it off. It was almost impossible to keep my eyes from drifting back to her pussy time and time again, and my hands shook as I worked the black plastic off the cast. At last though I was able to make my escape and as soon as I was outside my mother's room I dashed for my own. I was barely inside my room when I fumbled open my trousers, pushed my hand into my pants and started to wank. It took only a few strokes for me to shoot my load; I'd never felt so excited before.
Leaning against my bedroom door I gasped my way towards recovery before stirring myself to get out of my now wet and sticky underpants. It took a moment or two to clean myself up somewhat and another few moments to change into some clean underwear, but by that time my cock was once again hard. Slipping out of my pants I lay on the bed, wrapping my hand around my cock I slowly began to wank again, in my mind I was seeing my mother's boob and pussy and though I knew it was wrong I could not help using my mother's body as my fantasy object. It was the most amazing wanking session I'd ever had, thinking about my mother's body and imagining the things I would do to that body had me hornier than I had ever been before; as I built to another climax I felt my whole body burning with lust. The moment was shattered by my mother's voice calling me, guiltily I got dressed quickly then, with my cock aching as it lay crushed in my pants and a frustrated lust inside me, I made my way to my mother's room to see what it was she wanted.
"Yes Mum?" I asked as I put my head around the door.
"Tom I need to pee," she answered, "and bad."
"Okay, I'll get the bedpan." I sighed.
"Don't you dare!" she retorted, "After today's fiasco I refuse to use that thing again. If you help me to the bathroom I can go to the loo properly."
Once again I found myself acting as a support as I took my mother to the bathroom and once again I was all too aware of her nudity under her flimsy covering. Parking her on the toilet I went outside and waited for her to finish; when she called I helped her back to bed. This time when I turned to leave my mother asked me to stay and talk to her, all I really wanted to do was get back to my room and get my hands on my boner, but I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to keep her company. To be honest my mind was not wholly on talking, thankfully Mum was more than able to talk enough for both of us and all I needed to do was nod and comment occasionally. As the time passed I found myself looking more and more at my mother's breast-line, staring at the outline of her boobs where they pushed at the thin material of her nightdress. At first I was not positive that I could make out the shape of her nipples, but gradually they seemed to become more distinct. It was almost as though they had grown, either that or my imagination was running amok.
"Tom," Mum said into a momentary silence, "would you be a dear and rub some oil into my back?"
"Pardon?" I asked coming back to reality with a start.
"Some oil, could you rub some into my back." She repeated.
I remembered that the hospital had suggested rubbing baby oil or something similar onto my mother's back to help prevent chaffing and bed sores, though this was the first time my mother had asked me to apply it. Even as I rose to get the bottle of lotion from the dresser my mother was wriggling out of her nightdress and rolling onto her stomach. Returning to the bed I pushed the bedding back to her waist and gazed at the creamy expanse of her back thus revealed, I swear my hands shook as I squeezed some oil onto her shoulders and began to rub it gently in.
"Mmm, that feels nice." Mum hummed happily.
Slowly I worked my way down her upper back, dripping a little oil onto her skin then rubbing it well in before moving on. The smooth silkiness of her skin under my hands was doing nothing to relieve the sexual tension I was feeling, quite the opposite, it made it a hundredfold worse. Nearly cross-eyed with excitement I finally reached my mother's waist, after rubbing the oil in I sat up and looked longingly at my mother's bare back. I'm not sure what the hell came over me, but I reached down and rolled the bedding down to my mother's knees, I held back a gasp at the sight of my mother's bare buttocks and gazed longingly at her exposed pussy. Dribbling oil onto her lower back I started to rub my way downwards slowly and gently stopping only to add a little more oil as my hands worked their way down onto the swelling globes of her buttocks.
"Mmm." Mum hummed dreamily.
I'm not sure my mother was really aware of where my hands were or that she was opening her legs even further giving me both greater access and an even more breathtaking view. Trembling all over I ran my hands over her upper thighs, rubbing oil into her skin on both legs then moving both hands to her unfettered leg and continuing my downwards massage. Pushing the bedding completely off her I massaged her calves then her feet working the slippery oil deep into her skin. Putting the oil aside I continued to massage my mother, slowly working my hands back up her body until once again I was rubbing her upper thighs on both legs, my eyes glued to her pussy as it opened before me. With slow, firm movements I massaged every part of my mother's thighs that I could reach, then, expecting my mother to shout at me, I let the backs of my hands rub against her pussy as I continued my massage. To my surprise and joy the only noise Mum made as the backs of my hands pressed and rubbed against her pussy lips was a low hum of enjoyment. Her reaction made me more daring, gradually I let my thumbs stray from her thighs to her pussy, and pressing them in between the pouting lips I gently rubbed them along her inner flesh.
"That is so relaxing." Mum sighed dreamily.
It may have been relaxing for her, but for me it was exciting, so much so I thought I was going to cum in my pants. As the minutes passed I became ever more daring until the point came that my hands left my mother's thighs to stroke her pussy lips, parting and spreading them to reveal the pink moistness of her pussy to my hungry gaze. When I pressed a finger to her hole my mother seemed not to notice or object to what I was doing and for some minutes I stroked her pussy under the guise of giving her a massage. Even when I let my fingers slide a little way into her wet hole my mother made no objection, no comment and no motion to indicate that she had even noticed what I was doing. Then, after almost ten minutes of my caresses, my mother stirred, she slowly started to turn over and I guiltily took my hands from her pussy.
"Do the front now Tom." Mum breathed as she settled herself onto her back and closed her eyes.
I could not believe it! Not that I was about to question her request for one second! With an eagerness that would have shocked me if I had thought about it I dribbled oil onto my mother's upper chest and started to rub it in, my hands slowly working down to the swell of her breasts. A few moments later I dripped a little oil onto the upper swell of each boob and placed my hands on those gorgeous mounds, slowly, so as to savour each slide of my hands on her flesh, I began to rub her pliant mounds with my eyes riveted to the course my hands were taking. For ages I rubbed, pressed, stroked and even squeezed her boobs while my mother lay with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips; when I started to rub and squeeze her nipples the smile just grew. I was in seventh heaven as I played with her tits, nor was there any way to pretend that I was doing anything other than playing with those wondrous orbs, and still my mother made absolutely no move to stop or even hinder what I was doing.
Eventually I moved on, pouring a little oil and rubbing an area of skin lustfully as I headed down towards her pussy again. When my hands began to rub on my mother's pubic mound I was half expecting her to stop me going any further, but she made no move and no comment other than a low hum of pleasure. The whole situation was unbelievable, so much so I thought for a moment that I was actually dreaming what was happening. If I was dreaming I didn't want to wake up!
Slowly I worked my hands downwards and as before I gradually eased open her pussy lips to let my fingers stroke the warm, enticing inner flesh revealed. As I ran my fingers over her flesh they passed over a small mound at the top of her pussy, each time my fingers touched on this mound my mother would let out a sigh and her legs would open a little wider. After a while it dawned on me that the small mound was my mother's clitoris, with that knowledge I let the fingers of one hand linger on her clit while the other pressed to her wet hole. Daringly I let one of my fingers slip into her pussy while I pressed on her clit, mum gave a little gasp then moaned and with this as encouragement I slid more of my finger into her.
Within me the excitement had reached a fever pitch, I could feel my cock twitching and straining in the confines of my pants. It felt so hard that it was almost painful and I knew that in a very short time I would be shooting my load into my underpants. With the growing pleasure I was feeling I became even more daring and added a second finger to the one sliding in and out of her pussy and as I finger fucked my mother openly she was responding with low moans and gentle movements of her hips. Then suddenly she gave a little gasp and a long low moan, her pussy tightened unbelievably around my fingers as it pushed up on them and her whole body trembled. In a surge of excitement I realised that my mother was climaxing from my attentions, with a low groan of my own I shot my load into my pants in one long burst of bliss as I climaxed as well.
A few minutes later my mother reached down and gently moved my hands from her pussy, reluctantly I moved my hands away then went to stand up, I was increasingly aware of the damp, sticky discomfort of my cooling seed as it soaked into my underpants. Much to my surprise my mother patted the bed indicating that I should sit by her so I sat down again a little further up and twisted so that I was looking down at her happy smiling facing.
"Why don't you get comfortable?" she asked in a low voice.
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We moved, my daughter and I. We loaded up the a U-Haul ourselves. Everything was going great. We unloaded everything at the new house and returned the truck to the dealership in our newly adopted hometown.But then my daughter fell face-first from a few feet up from the back of the truck with an arm full of moving blankets. You know, the kind that are used to protect furniture. She was carrying the blankets to their U-Haul office so that the dealer could count them.But the fall broke both her...
PART III *Note: I apologize for the long wait between chapters. I'm currently in college and don't get a lot of time to write the fun stuff between all my school papers and homework. The story is being written with three month gaps, but now I'm heading into summer break and will have more time to finish this. If you're just joining us, it would help greatly to read the first two chapters. Also, this wasn't exactly the way I had planned the story to go, but sometimes the characters...
Little Jimmie!"Twenty year old James Middleton ignored his stepmother's call. He had one more kill to make on his X-box game and he could advance to the next level."James Middleton! I know you can hear me!"James groaned loudly, put down his controller and stood. He knew when his stepmother called him by his first and last name she meant business. He left his room and walked slowly toward the kitchen."Yes, Mai?"Her voice softened. "It's been ten years since your father and I married. And you...
My father recently married my stepmother. She’s a very sexy looking woman. She tells everybody she's a dancer, but she’s really a stripper. I think that’s where my father found her. She’s my father’s third wife. My father is always getting married. He’s a player and loves to have a sweet piece of ass on his arm. My mother left him years ago, because he couldn't keep his zipper up. He cheated on her with his secretary. My mother had a nervous breakdown and was unable to take care of me. I live...
TabooHer name was Maureen and she was the most beautiful woman that I’d ever known. She was my stepmother. We were a blended family. My step-mom had three children and my father had five children. I was the oldest of all the siblings. My father was an alcoholic and worked late hours with his job. He'd always stop off at a bar, when he finished his shift for the evening, and then pass out in the spare bedroom. So my stepmother was always alone when she slept. My father was also very abusive to her. ...
TabooMy boyfriend and I were out at a party and I was a little drunk when he drove me home. My father was away on a business trip and my stepmother was asleep. I snuck my boyfriend into the house and we fooled around on our living room couch. We really didn’t have the money to get a hotel room. We had to be quiet, so my stepmother didn't hear us. We kissed deep and passionately. Eric stood up and removed his shoes and his pants. He pulled my skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties down to my...
TabooWhen I was still young my mother died in a car accident, and for the next few years it was just me and my father Ted.My father did his best for me, but he could never fill my mothers shoes, but then as I reached my late teens he met another woman called Mary.Mary was a tall redheaded woman in her mid thirties, she had an amazing figure that she looked after with regular trips to the gym, and the few times I saw her in a bathing suit I could see why my father liked her so much.It wasn't long...
I'm a sixteen (nearly seventeen) year old son of farmer parents on an island of the west coast of Scotland. I'm homeschooled and as long as I keep up my studies, I am excused farm work.It's quiet here and most of my friends attend boarding school on the mainland so I don't see much of them. When they come back for holidays, we like to get together and hang out. Some of them steal porn mags or porn novels from their parents and we all take it in turns reading sections out loud to the group. It's...
First TimeThe Dairy Godmother by Throne Artie was crashing at his buddy Joe's apartment. He had been living at his girlfriend Belinda's place, but she had tossed him out the night before. First, she accused him of being too bossy. He didn't have any good defense, mainly because it was true. Then she told him she was tired of his focus on her boobs. She said it was as if she didn't exist, above the neck, for him. Well, those knockers were magnificent, not only humongous, but also so round,...
Sissy Stepmother A Pantyboy Profile INTRODUCTION Cheryl here. You remember me. The 20-year-old pantyboy extraordinaire. Every man's naughty, secret, wet dream. Raconteur without equal. In "Service" and "Test Driven," I told you about Amy and Judy, two of my lovely roommates, fellow pantyboys and like me, covergirls for "Panty Boy," the only publication worth buying, besides some of those Spermco comic books about us "special boygirls" and the "Sunday New York Times." And Panty...
It's was my last summer before I was supposed to start college. I had the house to myself most the time and had been wasting my summer playing video games. My dad was always gone on business trips, and my stepmother was usually out shopping, or at the gym where my dad met her.On the Saturday afternoon in question, my stepmother had just gotten home from whatever or 'whoever' she was doing, and my dad was out of town on 'business' again. I didn't really care how screwed up my dad and...
TabooYoung Stepmother Chapter 1 By Mark Dayette Looking back on it now I had an easy life when my parents were still alive, I was their only son, their special boy Nathan, they called me Nate. I had a childhood like any normal boy, I wasn't exactly one of the cool kids, I wished, but I never felt like I was a loser. My family lived in Philadelphia, PA. For many years Dad took me to the Flyers games. As a teenager I had a few dates but I wasn't too successful with the ladies. I hate to...
There I was, eighteen years old and laid out at home after an accident while racing motorcycles, one arm broken, the other fractured above the wrist, cuts and bruises all over. My stepmother was a nurse at the hospital that I was admitted to right after the accident. She checked up on me until I was staying awake more and then began keeping the other nurses out and tending to me herself.It was just as well. I hadn't been able to jack off in a week, and I was getting hard if the fan blew across...
TabooChapter 1 The big German shepherd sat back on his haunches with ears erect and eyes aglow, watching the shapely blonde girl move busily about the kitchen. Her visible, soft white flesh, even that hidden beneath her skimpy bikini, like the tossing of her shoulder-length golden hair, pleased him with its quivering apples to her every graceful motion. Her aromatic feminine scent filled his keen nostrils, stirring his interest more than the smell of the foods she prepared, and...
I threw caution to the wind and jumped head first into my new role as housewife and stepmother with open arms. The only problem was that not everyone else's arms were open.My first official morning as a member of the Norton household began at the breakfast table. I woke at daybreak to make a huge feast for my new husband and my growing boys: eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage, pancakes, real maple syrup, waffles, fresh strawberries, whipped cream and fresh-squeezed orange juice. I didn't even...
TabooI had secretly lusted after Alice, my sexy red-headed stepmother, for a long, long time. She had a habit of walking around the house late at night in a silky, nearly see-through, light blue nighty. It was obvious that she was completely naked underneath because I could clearly make out her dark nipples and the little tuft of hair that was just above her pussy. I was convinced that she knew I could see everything and that she wore the skimpy nighty to intentionally drive me crazy. Many a night I...
IncestMy name is Eric and I was thirty-five years old when my father died. To say his death hurt would be an understatement. It was truly devastating. Although it was a difficult time, I was fortunate in that I had my stepmother Janice to help me through this period. As I'll say more than once in this story. My real mother had died when I was young. Even though Janice married my father many years after my mother died, I thought of her as my mother not a stepmother. That's important to this story. I...
Eolfica hid behind the dense tangled brush and watched the small gray hare leap away. “It is your lucky day, little one,” she called after it. “I am not so hungry today that I would kill—” She stopped herself in mid-sentence when she saw the blood on the leaves of the thicket. Looking down, the lone huntress saw the impression of a large boot on the mossy forest floor. She discovered another footprint nearby. After drawing an arrow from her quiver she followed the trail deep into the...
I attended a seminar in Rome, Ga. I had been wearing skinny jeans and form fitting tops the entire time and noticed that one of the security guard had been checking me out. On the last day I approached him and asked him if he would be interested in a little party in my room later. He said he gets off work at 10:00pm, which worked for me. I told him that if he wanted he could bring a couple friends. About 9:00 pm I went to my room to get ready, I always pack lingerie since you never know what...
So now I had sucked Judy's lactating tits, fucked her mouth and pussy, then sucked Debbie's tits, taught her how to give a blowjob and licked her pussy to orgasm. Wow! I thought I was the nerd of the neighborhood.A couple of days had passed, and as I was getting home from school, Judy called over the fence to me, asking if I had forgotten about her. I stammered a little and told her that of course I had not, but I figured she was busy and I didn't want to be a pest.Ten minutes later, I was...
My Styles1-Breathtaking Faucet trick...it's great. I lie on my back on my bed, spread my legs and use one finger on my clit and wiggle it from side to side until I cum. It's really great.2-Inner lipsI start by slowly stroking my clit....enough to get myself just a bit wet...then slowly stroke my inner lips, letting my fingers slide down the sides of my lips....then back over my clit and back down the sides...it's amazing.3-ThrillingWith my index and middle finger of my left hand, I pull up my...
After the fun of the previous evening we all slept late the next morning. When we eventually got up, Hazel had to make her daily visit to her see her mother and David said he wanted us go into town, he said he wanted to buy Hazel a present as a thank you for last night. When we got back, Hazel was relaxing, watching TV. We both gave her a peck on the cheek then said we had a present for her but needed to fix it up. As we left the lounge I could see that Hazel had guessed we were up to...
I loved this story and wanted to share it, the writer is "horrorotica" here is a link to the main story: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-stepmotherAs eighteen-year-old Dale Barrett travelled home by train, he felt excited about seeing his stepmom for the first time since spring break. Nervous energy made his heartbeat fast, his stomach feel funny, and his fingers tingle. The reason he felt so nervous about coming home is that his stepmother had told him that she knew about his little secret.She...
The following is a true story however certain details have been omitted for secrecy and protection:I'm a 21 year old man living in Cambridge, 3 years ago i went travelling around australia with my best friend, (let's call him T)anyways we were travelling up the east coast doing the usual tourist spots as well as a few ssmall surfing locals we were recommended.Eventually my friend ran out of money and had to return to England.By this point i was nearing cairns and decided to visit my godmother...
My girlfriend Lilly and I have been living together for almost a year and in my opinion things are great. Due to this pandemic I have been laid off from work while Lilly has only gotten busier at work. If i'm honest I may have taken advantage of the situation and taken a little vaction from all types of work including all the house work. Normally Lilly would take care of all the cooking and cleaning, and I guess I still expected this. So one day just like any other I was home alone just playing...
FetishMy name is Kimberly. I tell our family’s story not out of a sense of depravity but instead as an opportunity to share our family’s unique solution in accepting the realities of a challenging situation which required living with unconventional sexual relationships. Some other families may find themselves in the same predicament someday. To be candid and upfront, I have to say that my fiancé, Randy, agreed to become a surrogate to his father’s new wife, Margarita, in order for her to accept his...
IncestMy Shemale Stepmother by Richard-to-Rachel My parents split up when I was eighteen, I was a little distressed by it but we had never been as close as some. Still, I didn't really see what had driven them apart so quickly and so thoroughly that they never even spoke any more. I guessed maybe one of them must have had an affair and that was really all that I thought about it. I went off to college and life went on. That following summer, when I was nineteen, I moved in to live with my...
My 18yo Stepmother I have a really strange family. I was fourteen years old at the time, my mother was thirty-five, and my father was thirty-eight. A couple of years before that, my mother and father decided to have an open relationship where they could date other people. Then of course they fell in love with those other people. After the divorce they even had a double marriage where they stood up for one another. The funny thing was that Mom married a guy that was twenty years older...
My parents split up when I was eighteen, I was a little distressed by it but we had never been as close as some. Still, I didn't really see what had driven them apart so quickly and so thoroughly that they never even spoke any more. I guessed maybe one of them must have had an affair and that was really all that I thought about it. I went off to college and life went on. That following summer, when I was nineteen, I moved in to live with my dad for the summer. He had bounced back quickly...