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This isn't one of my better stories, but it was something that was bouncing around in my head for awhile so I decided to finally write it down. Fairy Godmother By Morpheus It was late afternoon, close to the evening and I was sitting in the chair by my computer, frowning as I glanced at the clock. It was almost time, not that it was really going to make much difference to me. And though I knew that I shouldn't even be wasting my time thinking about it, I just couldn't help...
Chapter 5 “I think that’s enough Ian. I need a drink badly.” She did up her blouse and sorted her skirt. Her stockings, belt and heels were still in place so we could move fairly quickly to the aisle and up to the front office and entrance. As we rose to go there were the odd comments like: brilliant; lush; fucking gorgeous; do come again (or was it cum again?); thank you; when will you next be down? The last is one I knew not to answer. To be specific on that would have drawn crowds in...
Gretchen frowned at the paper panties that Lula, the waxing technician,had given her. She quickly decided that Sue’s recommendation to just skip wearing panties and go bare during her waxing was the best option. Thankfully, Lula had also given her that option without Gretchen having to ask. Following Lula’s instructions, Gretchen removed her shoes, jeans, and panties and left on her top. She sat down on the end of what looked like a massage table and draped the sheet that Lula had provided over...
Group SexChapter 1: The Cowboy Starts a New Life August 14, 1958 The old, olive-drab jeep rolled down Meadowbrook Road. Might have been doing near fifty, I thought. Not bad for this old refugee. Not bad except for the dust. I’d miss this ugly old girl. Quicker than any horse I ever rode. A fifty dollar wonder at an army surplus yard. I spent a lot of hours getting it to go again, but she ran like new. Better than new, some said. Just a few minutes to town and I’d be at the feed store. Pick up the...
July 25, 1968 We took our time along U.S. 2 and we were both pleased that our trip and our welcome to Bellingham was blessed with good weather. July of 1968 in northwest Washington was mainly warm and sunny and welcoming to us. Within a week, we had found a furnished house to rent. Almost all of our previous furniture had stayed with the sale of the ranch. It was only good luck that the house we found was an elegant, older Victorian-style home with five bedrooms and three bathrooms. It was...
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...
TabooI never knew when I broke up with my boyfriend, that I wouldn't be able to meet anybody after that. I go on blind dates all the time and I just can't seem to meet anybody. I'm starting to lose interest with dating completely. I can't find anybody who I get along with, or any that are remotely good looking.Every week, I go on a few blind dates and they never turn out good. My friends are always trying to set me up and it's a failed disaster each time. My dates are always attracted to me, but I'm...
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...
Chapter 9: Michelle’s Story February 22, 1961 My name is Michelle Dawson and up until recently, I had no hope of living a perfect life. According to my driver’s license, I’m five foot six and weight one hundred and forty pounds. I am the daughter of Florence Toews and Walter Dawson, and I was an accident. My parents married when Florence discovered she was pregnant at age seventeen. Walter, a handyman with some useful skills, made a scrape-by living. We lived in a small rented house on the...
February 22, 1961 My name is Michelle Dawson and up until recently, I had no hope of living a perfect life. According to my driver's license, I'm five foot six and weight one hundred and forty pounds. I am the daughter of Florence Toews and Walter Dawson, and I was an accident. My parents married when Florence discovered she was pregnant at age seventeen. Walter, a handyman with some useful skills, made a scrape-by living. We lived in a small rented house on the outskirts of Sedro Woolley,...
Her 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...
any of the actresses mentioned below. This story is written down for enjoyment purposes only. Reese witherspoon woke up with a headache. She didn't know where she was. All she could feel that she was blindfolded. Not only that, she was tied to the bed with duct tape, unable to move her hands and legs. She also noticed that she was nude. A duct tape covered her mouth so that she shouldn't shout. All she remembered was going to a producer's home for some script reading of a film they were...
Chapter 6 The idea of Gillian being in London for a weekend without the children appealed to me, particularly the notion of taking her to the club. We managed to park our children with their aunt for the weekend. I decided as this was a new departure for Mum that it should be a short weekend, from Saturday afternoon till Sunday evening. Mum had not gone all tight and jealous and I put this down to my new relationship with her. I knew implicitly there was a risk but decided to live with...
Chapter 4 I lay back in the sofa as Mum swallowed the spunk that had gone into her mouth. She fingered the rest from her face and tits swallowing that as well, and then leaned to me to kiss me. I hugged her to me and pushed my tongue in her mouth to share her taste. We were both exhausted from our lovemaking and fell into a snooze with her head on my chest. I woke up to feel Mum still on my chest and I felt a bit cramped and tried to move quietly but she also roused herself realising...
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...
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...
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...
Chapter 3: The New Owner August 30, 1968 My first act as the new owner was to call a meeting with Shelly, Jurgen and my mother. We met for supper at the house. Mom had prepared a typical Sunday dinner of roast beef with plenty of potatoes, beans and corn. Shelly devoured her portion as if she hadn’t eaten in a week. I wondered if perhaps she hadn’t. Jurgen was more refined with old-fashioned table manners, much like my mother. We talked during the meal with my telling them a little bit about...
Kelly was the first to wake up in the morning with a slight headache, and was staring at her father’s sleeping face upon opening her eyes. He’s so cute. She smiled and reached out to touch him, but stopped as the previous night’s images flashed through her mind. We… had sex last night, after coming home from the hoedown. I had sex with my own father. She sat up against the bed’s headboard and looked out at nothing in particular. As much as I’d like to blame the alcohol again, I WANTED what...
IncestChapter 5: A New Year December 31, 1968 I was invited to a New Year’s Eve celebration sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce. At first I declined, stating that I had my employees to entertain. When they were welcomed along with my mother, I quickly accepted the invitation. It seemed that I was a welcome new face in the downtown, and I was starting to be recognized among many of the businessmen of Bellingham. The party caused some brief consternation for Shelly. She didn’t have a dress and...
Chapter 10: Unexpected Events September 5, 1970 My head was still swimming from all the events that had happened since Shelly had her accident and we got engaged. I was still having trouble coming to grips with it. The previous four months saw us open a new shop not far from the service station. Duke was running it, and almost right away I could tell he was going to be a success. Shannon was right there beside him, helping him in every way she could, answering the phone, ordering parts,...
Chapter 7: Commitment and Crisis May 19, 1969 The conversation with my mother stuck with me. I knew she was right. It was time to tell Shelly how I felt about her. It was the next morning when I hung back to talk to Mom. Shelly and Jurgen had already left for the garage. ‘Mom, I need some advice.’ She turned and looked at me with a knowing smile. ‘Go ahead.’ ‘I … I want to ask Shelly to … marry me.’ ‘I guessed that,’ she said, continuing to smile. ‘You did?’ ‘I think you’ve picked a...
August 30, 1968 My first act as the new owner was to call a meeting with Shelly, Jurgen and my mother. We met for supper at the house. Mom had prepared a typical Sunday dinner of roast beef with plenty of potatoes, beans and corn. Shelly devoured her portion as if she hadn't eaten in a week. I wondered if perhaps she hadn't. Jurgen was more refined with old-fashioned table manners, much like my mother. We talked during the meal with my telling them a little bit about my background and...
December 31, 1968 I was invited to a New Year's Eve celebration sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce. At first I declined, stating that I had my employees to entertain. When they were welcomed along with my mother, I quickly accepted the invitation. It seemed that I was a welcome new face in the downtown, and I was starting to be recognized among many of the businessmen of Bellingham. The party caused some brief consternation for Shelly. She didn't have a dress and wouldn't attend...
January 2, 1969 The station reopened on Friday, January 2, 1969, at the normal time. Mike was out of school until the following Monday, so I gave Shelly the day off while Jurgen would have Saturday off. Mike would work from ten am to nine pm, Friday, with an hour for breaks. On Sunday, Mom and I huddled to discuss the manning and expenses for the station. We had added some costs with the car and hiring Mike. My concern was over how much staffing we could take on and stay profitable. It was...
May 19, 1969 The conversation with my mother stuck with me. I knew she was right. It was time to tell Shelly how I felt about her. It was the next morning when I hung back to talk to Mom. Shelly and Jurgen had already left for the garage. "Mom, I need some advice." She turned and looked at me with a knowing smile. "Go ahead." "I ... I want to ask Shelly to ... marry me." "I guessed that," she said, continuing to smile. "You did?" "I think you've picked a fine young woman...
September 5, 1970 My head was still swimming from all the events that had happened since Shelly had her accident and we got engaged. I was still having trouble coming to grips with it. The previous four months saw us open a new shop not far from the service station. Duke was running it, and almost right away I could tell he was going to be a success. Shannon was right there beside him, helping him in every way she could; answering the phone, ordering parts, mailing out invoices, taking the...
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 an instant message conversation between Charlie Evans and his dad, Bob. Charlie: What the hell is this?! Bob: Ahhh. Sounds like you finally got my letter. Charlie: Yeah ... you could say that! What’s with “The Breeding of Erika”? Bob: Basically, that’s my invitation to you to join me in a wild, unpredictable adventure. Charlie: I hate to even ask, but what kind of adventure? Bob: Before I tell you ... quid pro quo ... did you get hard reading that first...
I closed my computer, still in shock at the surprising conversation I’d just had with my father. Not only had I learned that he had somehow found and read my “Reconnecting” postings online, but I also discovered that he wanted to collaborate with me on writing a fictional account of him and me breeding my nubile Japanese wife. Needless to say, I was buzzing with testosterone and nervous excitement as I sipped my afternoon coffee and pondered it all. My face (along with my cock) flushed...
After proofing Chapter 2 and making a few alterations, I took a deep breath, attached it to a brief email, and mailed it off to Dad. It took about a week before his reply found its way into my email inbox. My heart (and cock) leapt seeing the message waiting for me one afternoon with an attachment of its own. “Nice work, Charlie!” he began. “A little on the tame side, but you’re building up the story nicely. I especially liked how you had Charlie catch Dad and Mom in the act when he called....
I came twice in the span of about 30 minutes, fueled by the content of Dad’s latest chapter in our literary collaboration. It was indeed a hot piece of work, and I found it uncanny how he was able to mimic my own writing style so thoroughly. As I read, it felt like each sentence had come straight from my own hand. I guess Dad and I were more alike than I had imagined. Once the groggy satisfaction of my two huge ejaculations had worn off, I decided to ring him up on Skype to share my feedback...
It didn’t take long for Dad to get back to me with his thoughts on the latest chapter. But instead of the praise I was expecting, I received some pretty harsh criticism. “Well THAT was a pretty pansy-ass attempt at a chapter. What happened to getting into the breeding session featured prominently in our title?! I mean, what purpose did this chapter serve? Please enlighten me.” He was right, of course. I had let the focus of the narrative get away from me and ended up writing a pretty shit...
“BAM!” I texted Dad after reading his latest chapter. “You definitely put the throttle down on that one, old man.” “Well, somebody’s gotta pick up the slack in this little literary venture. ;)” he replied. “Needed to throw a little oil on the embers to make our readers remember that this ain’t a Harlequin novel that we’re putting together, my boy.” “True, but if it were me, I’d have developed the transition to the farm a little more ... maybe worked on a jacuzzi scene with some actual...
I was able to finish Chapter 6 after two days of torrid writing ... letting the story take me wherever it wished. As I wrote, my cock generally remained in a state of abject distress, and a precum drool was my constant companion. Lucky for me, I had a full box of tissues and time to devote to my muse. When the last word had been typed, I took the time to actually reread what I’d produced in that testosterone-filled blur of creation and was able to catch and correct both major and minor...
Reading through Chapter 7 of our collaboration, it was clear that Dad’s erotic imagination had been thoroughly rejuvenated during his trip to the nudist beach with Mom. With his words illuminating my computer screen, I couldn’t help but milk my cock of two loads before finally finishing the last line. As soon as I could clean up and replenish lost electrolytes, I rang him up on Skype to touch base and give him his due props. “Glad you go a lot out of it!” he proudly beamed over the screen....
After devoting two nights (and sacrificing nearly a box of tissues to my healthy precum flow during the writing process), the next addition to our father/son erotica collaboration was complete. I couldn’t wait for Dad to wrap his eyeballs around what I had put together, and as usual, wasted no time mailing off the attachment. I was certain he would be able use the final image I’d provided as a springboard for his twisted imagination. Later that night, I received a simple text from him with...
(This is the penultimate chapter for this series. Enjoy!) That week, I just couldn’t help myself and took a daily pilgrimage to the link displaying Dad’s debaucherous video. Each time, I was greeted by the sight of my mother ... the woman who had loved and nurtured me ... being thoroughly ravaged, and finally bred, by Dad’s well-hung companion. And each time, the viewing experience had the same explosive effect on both my psyche and my loins. It made me recall the similar scene five months...
I made the mistake of opening Dad’s latest chapter while enjoying a cup of Costa Rican blend down at the local coffee house ... a BIG mistake! There I was with a raging hard the whole time, and when I tried to get away to the bathroom, I noticed that a huge wet spot had materialized very conspicuously on the front on my khakis. Just my luck! Using my computer bag as a strategically-placed shield, I was able to make it to the restroom, but all attempts to expunge the mark of indecency were...
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...
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...
Note : This story is completely fictional! 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...
IncestPerhaps it was Katlin's seeming frailty that initially attracted the eye of Teresa Robinson, the housemother at Willow House, where the new co-ed had just moved in for the semester. Teresa had been in that position for several years, and the large black woman truly enjoyed her work taking care of the house and preparing meals for the girls who lived there. Secretly, she had something of an eye for the young women, but had never gotten up the nerve to act on her feelings. It was late on a...
Althea Amberhearth sat at her usual spot in the Black Crab tavern. Few windows and a scarcity of candles meant the establishment rarely rose above dim light. Probably so that the customer base would fail to notice the numerous stains littering the wood floor. A shame the lighting did little to stymie the stench, as the sickly sweet scent of old ale trickled into the young woman's nose. She idly flipped her loose, blonde braid from one shoulder to the other and glanced back toward the wooden...
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