Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapters 11 to 20
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A cool autumn breeze blew yellow and red leaves through the air, rustling gently as they passed Daniel down the sidewalk. Daniel’s shoulders tensed as he turned down his brother’s street. A pit formed in his stomach as he imagined Brad’s truck parked in the driveway. But it wasn’t there.
Daniel walked up the drive, down the little path to the front door, and knocked.
“Danny!” Penelope squealed when she opened the door. “I’m so happy to see you. Come in.” She wanted to play it cool with her brother-in-law, but that wasn’t as easy as it sounded. A great big, bright smile wouldn’t leave her face. She wiped her palms on her yoga pants to remove the sweat. “Want something to drink?”
“Actually, I was thinking...” Daniel stepped inside and she closed the door behind them. She watched him closely with expectant, blue eyes. “I want to ... um...” He reached up and pushed back his messy, blond hair. “Do you want to go back to the mansion? We could spend some time there.”
“What’s wrong?” Her smile fell. “Brad won’t be back anytime soon, I promise.”
“It’s not that.” He didn’t want to tell her the truth. That a ghost had asked him to have sex with her back at the Palmer House. Despite what they’d already done, he didn’t think that would fly. “It’s just, I think it’d be exciting to ... do stuff ... in my room.”
“Are your parents home?”
“Yeah, but they’ll never know. It’s a big place.” Again, he didn’t add that a ghost would help keep their noises concealed from the rest of the house while they fucked like bunnies.
“You really want to do this?” Penelope raised an eyebrow, hoping he’d say no. She restlessly adjusted her blouse and looked down into his sweet eyes. She’d waited all weekend for this moment, of course she was going to do whatever he asked. But she had to try to keep him at her place. She wasn’t a teenager anymore to be sneaking behind the backs of her boyfriend’s parents. Good God, she now thought of Daniel as her boyfriend.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, sure. Not a problem. If it’s what you really want.” She grabbed her purse and car keys and shepherded him into the garage. “But don’t expect me to do this all the time. It’s a little crazy. Even for this...” She kissed him on the cheek. “This thing we have, whatever it is.”
About a half hour later, Penelope sat cross-legged on Daniel’s bed making eyes at him. She really felt like an awkward teenage girlfriend at that moment, sending all the signals for him to make a move. She’d had many moments like this over at some boy’s house years ago. Some of those moments, in fact, were with Brad in a different Anderson home. Her heart beat fast and her palms clammed up. Was she really so close to feeling that amazing cock again? Was it really as good as she remembered?
“And Cassini went right past Ceres here.” Daniel stood by his space exploration poster and was pointing out the various probe courses. He never had girls in his room and it was fun to show off his interests.
“Uh huh.” Penelope nodded her head and smiled.
“Of course, it was on its way to Saturn.” He traced its voyage with his index finger.
“Of course.” She was growing impatient. This boy liked to make her wait.
“Speaking of Saturn –”
“Danny?” Penelope gave him a mock grumpy look and put her fists on her hips as she gazed up at him from the bed. “Get over here.”
“Oh, okay.” Daniel hopped on the bed and let Penelope remove his shirt. “Sorry about that.” She gave him little kisses on his meager chest. “It’s just, I get excited about ... oh...” He watched her head move lower and lower and he felt her tugging off his pants and underwear. “That feels ... really good.” She swallowed his dickhead and quickly worked him deeper and deeper down her throat. Daniel praised God for the invention of yoga pants. The flare of her hip as she leaned over was perfect. Of course, it would be even better without the pants.
Penelope gagged a little and reached for Daniel’s enormous balls. Her fingers curled around them. Such powerful, precious things. And she felt powerful holding them. Before all this insanity started, she never would have believed she could deep-throat a dick, especially one as monstrous as Daniel’s. But the teenager had a way about him, and she wanted to do whatever she could to make him feel good.
A little while later, Daniel stripped his sister-in-law and placed her on her back on the bed. She spread her legs for him, showing off her gorgeous, blonde pussy. It was spectacular, but it wasn’t what Daniel had in mind. “Put your legs together.”
“But you won’t be able to reach if I do that.” She closed her legs and let him mount her with his knees on either side of her thighs. “Ooooohhhhhhh.” She looked down past the rolling hills of her boobs and watched him stick it in her. “I was wrong ... ugh ... you can reach from there ... so deep.” She had to stop thinking about what was possible with Brad in mind. Daniel had changed the paradigm. “Oh ... God ... it hits a spot ... like that ... oooohhhhhhhh.” She was already cumming.
“I wanna try something new.” Daniel then spread her legs and put his hands under her, cupping her butt cheeks.
“That ... wasn’t new?” Penelope looked on in shock as he pulled her upright, and then carried her off the bed, still speared on his dick. She circled her arms behind his neck as he stood next to his bed, holding her up in the air. “How ... uuugggghhhhhh...” She felt his hands clutching her butt as he pulled her up that long cock and back down. She was so open and exposed to him like that. “How are you ... lifting me? I’m so much ... bigger than you.” She hated to admit it, but she did outweigh the teenager by a lot. Especially since her boobs had grown.
“I’ve ... been ... working ... out.” Daniel bounced her on his dick in the air and watched her eyes roll back in her head. It wasn’t a believable answer, but Daniel didn’t think she was listening to him anymore anyway.
Penelope’s boobs shook and rocked back and forth. Her head rolled side to side. “Daaaannnnyyyyyyyyy.” Her brother-in-law gave Penelope her first orgasm while being carried by a man. He was giving her so many firsts.
A couple hours later, Penelope rode Daniel backwards with her knees up and her feet planted on the bed. Each stroke was so ridiculously long. When she looked down between her sweaty, hanging boobs, she could see her belly bulging every time she hit bottom. She felt like a sex goddess. They were sex gods. This was a religion that spoke to her with more force than anything she’d ever learned in church.
Daniel slapped her left butt cheek and listened to the little cry of pleasure Penelope made in response. He decided to try some of Eloise’s dirty talk on Penelope. “Are you ... a slut, Pen?” He slapped her again, and enjoyed the red handprint on her pale butt.
“Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... I didn’t think so ... until you ... showed me your cock, Danny.” She moved her hands in the air, unsure where to put them. Eventually she gave up, and just held her hands out above her shoulders, her fingers making odd gestures, her ring bright and obvious on her left hand. “But now ... I’ll be your slut, Danny. I’m a slut ... only ... uh ... uh ... uh ... for you.”
“Really?” Daniel hadn’t expected that answer. He looked at the frothy mess on his dick from their combined cum. He admired the wiggly way her hips moved and the way her thighs tensed with her effort. She was right. She was a slut. And she was his. He had her now in a way Brad never had. “What about Brad?”
Penelope looked over her shoulder at Daniel with an expression that contained either pain, or lust, or both. “I love Brad. But ... but ... but ... ooooohhhhhhhh.” She shook and came on that magic dick again.
The thought that she was cumming on him while thinking about his stupid brother sent Daniel over the edge. “I’m cummmminnnngggg.” He unloaded his balls in her tight pussy for the third and final time.
A minute later, she shuddered, leaned forward, and kissed him on his sweaty thigh. “There is ... nothing else ... like that.” She rolled off him, turned around, and they lay shoulder to shoulder panting. She turned her head to look at his youthful face. She was smiling like an idiot. Penelope gave up trying to play it cool. “When do you want to ... get together again?”
“Later this week?” Daniel sighed and gave her left boob a friendly little smack. “We don’t want ... Brad to figure out what we’re up to.”
“Right.” Penelope nodded and pulled herself off the bed. The thought of Brad catching them sobered her up a little. They both dressed, and Daniel led her back to the front door. She could hear Julie working in the kitchen as they passed the main hall. Penelope didn’t know what she’d do if her in-laws caught her. Say she was tutoring Daniel? But no one stopped her, and soon she was driving home with a great big, stupid grin on her face.
“Pen, why isn’t dinner ready?” Brad dropped his work jacket on the dining room table and looked around the dark kitchen. There was no reply so he walked around the house until he found his wife stepping out of the shower in the upstairs bathroom. “Pen? Dinner?” He had to admit, even if she was on her way to being a fatty, she looked damn good at the moment.
“Oh, hello, Bradley.” Penelope smiled at him. In fact, she couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m sorry, I’m running a little late. I’ll throw something in the microwave.” She snatched a towel and dried off.
“Okay.” Brad nodded. It was good to see how happy she was to see him, but something about that smile unsettled him. He looked around the bathroom and noticed her little circle of pills sitting under some makeup on the bathroom counter. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Are you taking your pills? That case hasn’t moved in a while.”
“Well, aren’t you observant.” Her smile faded. “Um ... I switched to a different kind of pill, so I don’t need those anymore.” Panic set in. She had forgotten to take them. How could she forget something like that? She counted her cycle days in her head.
“Good. Because we’re not starting a family until it’s time.”
“When will it be time?” Penelope finished counting. It might already be time.
“When we’re ready.” He reached a hand out to her and took her by the wrist. “Dinner can wait, I want to spend some time with my wife.” Brad led her to their bed. While they fucked that night, her pussy felt extra wet and sloppy to him. He figured she was just happy to see him.
“What’s wrong, pumpkin.” Julie found her daughter in the main living room. She was sitting on the sofa and trying to read, but it was clear she’d been crying.
“It’s just...” Brittney looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes. “Ted and I broke up.”
“Oh, sweetie.” Julie sat next to Brittney and patter her thigh.
Brittney put her head on Julie’s shoulder and then melted into a hug. Sometimes she just needed a little TLC from her sweet mother.
“Tell me about it.” Julie stroked her daughter’s long, brown hair with one hand and hugged her around the shoulders with her other.
“Things were going good.” Brittney sniffled. “And then he started acting so crazy. And he said he saw Danny do something horrible. Which wasn’t true. And I told him to shove it.”
Julie’s blood froze. “What ... um ... what did he say about Danny?” Her hand stopped in her daughter’s hair.
“He said that he saw Danny having sex in our house with a woman.” Brittney wiped her tears on her mom’s dress and nuzzled into her side.
“What woman exactly?” Had Ted somehow seen Daniel with Julie. That would be a disaster of biblical proportions.
“I don’t know. Some black woman. Does it matter? It isn’t true. Danny’s a virgin.”
“Did the woman have a hijab?” She stroked Brittney’s hair, slower this time. “You know, a head scarf?”
“I know what a hijab is, Mom. Mrs. Samatar wears one.” Brittney craned her neck and looked up at her mother. “Why do you ask? Do you think Ted was telling the truth?”
“No, no.” Julie shook her head and caressed Brittney’s smooth cheek. She looked into Brittney’s eyes and did her best to lie. “Our Daniel would never do something like that. Ted is a bad apple, Britt. You deserve better.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Brittney snuggled into Julie’s side again and sighed. Her tears dried up. “There’s plenty more fish in the sea. Right?”
“Right, pumpkin.”
A clock struck eleven somewhere in the house. “Before I take care of this.” Julie squeezed Daniel’s thick penis. She sat on the edge of the tub in Daniel’s bathroom and looked up at her naked son. “I have a question.” She didn’t mean to, but her hands started moving along the shaft. She could feel his protruding veins under her fingertips. She wanted to keep his focus on the conversation, but it was just such a nice penis. So hard not to play with when it was right in front of her.
“What’s up, Mom?” Daniel looked down at Julie and reveled in the sight. She wore that powder blue corset and chemise for him. She looked lovely. The corset pressed her cleavage together and accentuated her curves.
“Well...” Julie looked down at his thing, and then back up to his blue eyes. “Have you been having sex with other women? You promised me that you and Penelope wouldn’t happen again, and I trust you. But other women?”
“Um...” He didn’t want to lie. “In 2 Samuel 12, God says to David I anointed you king over Israel, and I delivered you from the hand of Saul. I have given you your master’s house and your master’s wives into your bosom. King David had eight wives, Mom.”
“So, that’s a yes?” Julie wanted to take a firm stand with her eighteen-year-old son, but that was hard to do that while she pleasured him with her hands. She should have had this conversation elsewhere. But it was a private conversation, and anywhere the two found privacy these days her hands found his monster.
“Sorry, Mom.” Daniel nodded. He figured he wasn’t going to get in too much trouble, the way Julie stared at his dick.
“Well, I did say you could try out other women.” Julie sighed and her face inched toward the flared head as she worked him. “Was it a girl from school?”
“No.”
“Was it a black woman?” Julie knew Brittney’s ex-boyfriend had been telling the truth.
“Mrs. Samatar.” Daniel put his hand on the back of Julie’s brown hair, but she resisted his gentle push toward his dick.
“How is that even possible?” Julie licked some precum off him. “She’s married. And ... her religion and everything.”
“My winning personality?” Daniel flexed his penis in her hands.
“I’ll get you some of those condoms we talked about.” She breathed in deeply, his scent was so disarming. “Until then...” She finally let the pressure from his hand guide her mouth onto his penis. She sucked eagerly. A little while later, she rose, lifted her chemise, dropped her panties, and put her hands on the edge of the sink. “Go ahead, Danny.”
“Remember what you said about your butt?” Daniel got behind her.
“Yes, I remember.” She grabbed a little bottle she’d brought with her into the bathroom and reached behind her to hand it to Daniel. “Use this oil.”
“Why do you have lube, Mom?” Daniel squeezed some out and spread it all over his dick.
“Sometimes, my vagina doesn’t respond to your father the way it used to.” She felt him place his penis at her rear entrance. She was tense with expectation. “So, your father and I use that oil to ... ow ... ow, ow, ow.” She had never felt so invaded and stretched. Her poor butthole strained as he sank into her. She willed herself to relax. “Is it all the way ... in?”
“Almost.” Daniel basked in the glorious sight of his mom giving him her ass. She’d told George never in a million years, and yet she’d given it up to Daniel in a few days. The whole thing was spectacular. “There, it’s in.”
“Go ... ow ... ow ... slowly, pumpkin.” Julie’s knuckles turned white on the edge of the sink. She looked up into the mirror and wondered at the sight of this hedonistic woman surrendering to her infidelity.
“Okay.” Daniel accelerated gradually, until he was humping her with about half his normal ferocity. Her butt squeezed his dick perfectly. “How’s ... uh ... uh ... that, Mom? Does it hurt?”
“No. It ... ugh ... ugh ... doesn’t hurt.” Julie’s own words surprised her. But she was correct. In fact, a completely new kind of pleasure had started emanating from her once tight butthole. “Oh, gosh. You’re doing me ... doing my ... Oh, my ... It feels good, Danny. Really, really good.” The Julie Anderson in the mirror looked like a wild harlot, humping her rump back at her own skinny son. Her hair fell about her face and she grimaced as a powerful orgasm swept through her. She knew in the future she’d give him her backside anytime he asked.
They humped like that for a good long while. Neither of them noticed Eloise open the bathroom door a crack and check in on them. The redheaded woman wore a long nightgown and cradled her pregnant, swollen belly. She watched for a few minutes and then closed the door.
Chapter 5 “Danny, you in here?” Brittney poked her head into the library. “I’m here.” Daniel looked up from his book. He sat in an old upholstered chair. One leg dangled and swung listlessly over the chair’s floral-print arm. “Just reading.” “Man, it’s impossible to find anyone in this house.” Brittney walked into the room and sat down facing her brother. She smiled at him and brushed her long, brown hair behind her shoulders. Her modest, floral print dress almost matched the chair she...
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A shiver ran down Julie’s spine. It was cold in the hall as she stole out of her bedroom wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. She put her hand protectively on her stomach. She could just feel the growing bump there. She wasn’t going to be able to hide it forever. Softly, Julie closed her bedroom door. She didn’t want to wake her oblivious husband sleeping in their marital bed. Also, Brad and Penelope slept right across the hall. She didn’t want to wake them. But more than...
Saturday afternoon rolled around and Daniel found the perfect moment to try and follow through with one of Eloise’s requests. George had just left to do some work on the Samatar house. Brittney left a few minutes later to go on a date with her boyfriend, Ted. So, it was only Julie and Daniel in the house for several hours. Daniel found his mother moving briskly around the kitchen as she prepared dinner. “Hey, Mom.” Daniel leaned against the door. His heart thumped like it always did when...
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“Wow, Mom. I missed your tits so much.” Daniel looked down at Julie from the edge of his bed where he sat. His puppy dog eyes were filled with adoration. “Gosh, Danny.” Julie pressed her breasts firmly together around her son’s penis and moved them up and down with steady rhythm. “First, don’t call them tits, okay?” “You just said ... tits, Mom.” Daniel smiled. “That’s ... ugh ... so hot.” “And secondly, we did it this morning. How can you miss me so much already?” Julie smiled back...
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“Danny, you in here?” Brittney poked her head into the library. “I’m here.” Daniel looked up from his book. He sat in an old upholstered chair. One leg dangled and swung listlessly over the chair’s floral-print arm. “Just reading.” “Man, it’s impossible to find anyone in this house.” Brittney walked into the room and sat down facing her brother. She smiled at him and brushed her long, brown hair behind her shoulders. Her modest, floral print dress almost matched the chair she perched on....
The exhaust fan hummed in the small bathroom. Khadra turned off her shower and pulled back the curtain. Steam hung in the air, but the fan pulled enough moisture that the mirror hadn’t fogged. Khadra ignored the reflection of her dark, slim figure. She ran her fingers through her curly black hair and let it fall around her shoulders. A bath towel hung to her left. She grabbed the soft cotton and wrapped herself. Khadra stepped out of the shower and was about to take another towel for her...
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“I’m thinking of going to the library this weekend to see what else we can learn about this new house of ours.” George looked around the table with a twinkle in his eye. He still had some dust in his messy blond hair even though they were sitting down to dinner. “Who’s with me?” “Sounds interesting, Dad.” Brittney chewed her Kung Pao chicken takeout thoughtfully. “What do you want to find?” Both Julie and Daniel kept their eyes on their respective plates of food. They’d been...
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The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
Chapter 2: Admittance Kelsey pulled her car up alongside the little gravel clearing that existed outside the east side of Licension Manor. She was surprised to see hers was the only car there and not for the first time she thought about just ignoring the invitation and the party. The incident with Helen still burned inside her. All she had felt was regret at ruining the moment – there was no satisfaction in denying her own needs. She didn’t plan on going crazy. But she did want to let go just...
SupernaturalLong day. It was the end of a long day, at the end of a long week, and Rachel was tired. Worn out, feet aching, she had opted out of the Friday Club-a-thon with work friends, riding home to her small flat, grabbing the fixings of a quick dinner at the corner market next to the bus stop.She was shimmying out of her knee-length blue skirt even as the apartment door was closing, kicking it toward the bedroom door as she placed her groceries on the kitchenette counter. She undid her white, slightly...
Long day. It was the end of a long day, at the end of a long week, and Rachel was tired. Worn out, feet aching, she had opted out of the Friday Club-a-thon with work friends, riding home to her small flat, grabbing the fixings of a quick dinner at the corner market next to the bus stop.She was shimmying out of her knee-length blue skirt even as the apartment door was closing, kicking it toward the bedroom door as she placed her groceries on the kitchenette counter. She undid her white, slightly...
SupernaturalThanks as always to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her guidance and of course her editing. Nathan woke up in a cold sweat. He had the dream again. THAT dream. The endless lines of grey people: men, women, children, shuffling past, casting their accusing looks at him. He was frozen in place, unable to turn away, as they moved past, gradually moving closer until he started awake. The dream started soon after the liberation of Buchenwald. At first, it was very vague, just snatches of...
Chapter 1 "I just don't think it's a good idea, Andrea. I remember how it was, right before he left us that night, furious over your infidelity. He was boiling with rage. He could well have crashed specifically because of that. In any case, there's a terrible aura in this house. For once, listen to me- I am a Wiccan, you know! Don't hold that seance tonight!" Andrea Wallace had always been somewhat reckless, and this seance idea was just her newest, and worst, idea at that. She had...
Having been unable to hear what their mother and the strange hermit-looking man talked about, curiosity consumed the twins and they waited impatiently when the mumbling stopped and yet, the adults still didn’t appear. Debbie craned her neck, trying to peek around the corner without being seen. As the adults suddenly walked into view, Debbie saw that the man was holding her mother’s hand. He dropped it and then looked directly into Debbie’s eyes. This stranger looked ... stranger and...
"I just don't think it's a good idea, Andrea. I remember how it was, right before he left us that night, furious over your infidelity. He was boiling with rage. He could well have crashed specifically because of that. In any case, there's a terrible aura in this house. For once, listen to me- I am a Wiccan, you know! Don't hold that seance tonight!" Andrea Wallace had always been somewhat reckless, and this seance idea was just her newest, and worst, idea at that. She had shoplifted, committed...
Group SexDo you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...
Vintage Porn SitesI should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...
Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...
Porn Pictures SitesI always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....
Amateur Porn SitesWhat is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...
BBW Porn SitesHave you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....
Voyeur Porn SitesThe Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...
FantasyWoah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...
Creampie Porn SitesNo matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...
Cuckold Porn SitesI browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...
Extreme Porn WebsitesIncest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...
Incest Porn SitesAre you a spiritually-deaf thrill seeker, or an unlucky, future doll owner who moves into an 'occupied' house? What if the forest calls out to you, hoping to entrap you? And you willingly venture in, confident... so confident that you can tame those flesh-hungering fairies and not be tricked into their illusions... Suppose you succeed. By now, you may feel it is not enough. You remember hearing of succubi that roam abandoned churches, raising alluring moans and spreading mind-fucking scents of...
FantasyMum died when I was 11. I can't say it was especially traumatic, just the normal, standard trauma of a young girl losing her mother. I lost about 6 months schooling and my weight see-sawed; unable to eat one month, unable to stop another. Things settled back down and I guess now I'm about the right weight, right height, right IQ, right everything. Little miss average (apart from having no mum). That's largely down to Dad. Dad was great, he was a high flier, no question. As soon as you met...
Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...
Chapter Seven by Simon Fear Detective Lawrence made her way through the woods towards the Selmer House. Every now and then she turned to look behind often hearing a twig snap or the sound of leaves being tromped on but she never saw anything. Finally when she got to the edge of the woods and the house in site she distinctly heard a growl not too far behind her. She quickly turned around but nothing was there. “There’s nothing there, you’re just scaring yourself,” she said to herself....
Chapter Five by Simon Fear Ashley was laying on the hospital bed her legs spread and up in stir-ups. The small hospital gown she was wearing was pushed up to right below her tits her whole bottom half exposed to the doctor and nurse who was in front of her. The doctor who was female had some kind of tool inside her pussy which had her spread and kinda hurt. He was peering down into her pussy hole with a small light, and then one occasionally probe his finger inside her vagina moving...
I have a hard time recollecting the memories of my childhood, and I would think that the majority of people would feel the same. Most of it seems to be a fuzzy haze, save for one instance that has haunted me for the past fourteen years.I was four at the time, traveling to Okinawa with my mother to visit an old college friend of hers. While I cannot recall her name, I do remember that she lived in a somewhat rural area near a forest. As my mother was in the process of catching up, I was allowed...
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