Principles
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Now that Mother had officially called me, I expected her to hang up, and I never would speak with her again. “I don’t want to lose you, Mother.” I pleaded. My well exercised tear ducts ratcheted up to full gear.
“I’m suppose to talk it out with you.” She huffed. “Talk.”
“It’s all my fault.”
“I doubt that. You and Andrew don’t have that dynamic.” Mother knew because my son’s dynamic took after hers.
“Yes, he was complicit.” I backpedaled. “But I never should have involved him.”
“Talk.”
“I-I have a fetish, Mother. You saw it.”
“I don’t know what I saw anymore. It was so wrong, I blacked it from my mind.”
Interesting choice of color. “I finally told Garrick about it. He’s more understanding than I expected.” After you left, I never sought Andrew’s help again. From now on, Garrick will help me.”
“You need therapy.”
“I do, Mom, but I was told at a young age that shrinks are dinks for believing they can mess around with people’s heads.”
“This isn’t about me.”
“You wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t.” I surprised myself by saying it.
“I’m hanging up.” It was the only way she could reestablish control.
I called Andrew and listed everything I’d told Mom. Then I went to work. The three pounds in my ass felt like two, until I actually started working.
Claire inquired. “Is your back okay?”
“Yes.”
“I swear, for the last few weeks, you’ve been assigning all the lower shelves to me.”
“You need the exercise more.”
“Your breasts have been shrinking.” She agreed with a wink.
Seriously? I’d only been on a low poop diet for three weeks! I looked around before feeling my breasts in front of my subordinate. “They fit the same bra like they always have.” I stuck out my tongue.
“Oh, and Mrs. Elgin asked for you. She left a note and said it was private.
“What does it say?”
“Oh, no. I take that shit seriously, Ingrid.” She did. I knew.
I returned to the counter and found Tess’s note: folded, stapled and stuck between pages 104 and 105 of “500 Knots Around the Seas”. It was a manual printed by and for the British Navy.
“Ingrid, I can’t come to the library anymore, but there is a park in my neighborhood. Few people spend time there. You can always find a quiet corner. Henry sleeps late, most days. I could meet you on Thursday mornings around 8am.”
A park didn’t feel at all right. It felt dangerous, but less so than yelling one’s incestual secrets in a parking lot. I had to go at least once. We could decide something else.
The note didn’t say which Thursday morning. I had to trust she would be there this coming Thursday. That made me feel less safe.
That Wednesday night, Mother called again.
“I spoke with Andrew.” She accused. Her voice could say anything as an accusation. “Something fishy is going on. Your stories match too well.”
“Mom, I love you too.”
“Hush! I don’t care what you put up your ass. I want to know how my grandson was involved. I’m willing to call the police.” That would have been either a desperate move on her part or a bald lie.
I improvised. “It got stuck, and I needed help.”
“You go to the emergency room, Daughter, for something like that. They’ve seen worse by a million miles. YOU DO NOT INVOLVE YOUR CHILD!”
There was nothing that could be said. I waited.
She hung up.
I almost called her back. If I had. I would have destroyed the last thread between us.
I slept poorly, anticipating what might happen at the park where Mrs. Elgin offered to meet. I half expected her to bail, the other half to go ballistic.
I made a simple breakfast and borrowed Garrick’s car. Tess lived in a poor but not shit part of town. The park wasn’t crowded because a gang sold drugs out of it. From my college days, I knew. If you ignored them. They’d ignore you.
No cat-calls. These guys were professionals.
Tess was waiting, on the side of the park farthest from the dealers. She ran to me and raped me with a hug. I returned it hesitantly.
“It’s not a cure. It’s just talking.” I reminded her.
That didn’t phase her eagerness. “How do we start?”
“Tell me who you are?”
“I told you. It’s Tess.”
“I mean, who are you?”
She nodded. “I’m Tess Elgin. I’m a submissive to my son. I’m studying to reapply to the bar exam. I wear nipple extenders under my bra. I like Bluegrass.” She shrugged.
“Good. But I think we can keep the non-submissive parts of our lives private.” I tried to sound grateful. “Let me try.” I cleared my throat. “My name is Ingrid Mulderhoek, I have been under my son’s control for two years, give or take a few incidents. I nearly lost my Mother when she discovered my son and I, removing a three pound, cock shaped butt plug from my rear. Yesterday, she called. I have a chance to redeem myself, but to get that chance, I lied to her. I’m terrified she’ll discover the lie and leave me and my family forever.” I cried as I said that.
“Huh. I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t.” I recalled. “We’re not looking for advice. This isn’t for solving our problems.”
She smirked. “I guess we’d be the worst to ask, since we’re all trapped.”
“I think it’s more about getting shit out in the open. Thank you for listening.”
“Is that it?”
“We take turns, until we don’t have anything left to say or an hour goes by. It’s your turn.” I interrupted her before she began again. “You don’t have to say who you are each time.”
That earned a brief smile, however guilty. “Ahem. I married my high school sweetheart, but we waited until after college. He worked for a tool foundry. I was a public defender. He was a strange man. He might have been bisexual, but the thought of any gayness enraged him. He never struck me, but I endured hours of verbal abuse. I learned to tune him out. Despite it, he was a good provider, and an okay father. We had one son. Henry’s sixteen, small for his age. When he was eight, he heard his dad berating me. He’d heard it before, but something silly happened soon thereafter, and he ranted at me blaming me. For an eight year-old, I was stunned by how well he could put words together. He’s some kind of shit-talking genius. I could tune out my husband, but Henry’s words always stuck in my brain, like cheap music. I’d screw up on oral exams for the bar, because I’d suddenly be reciting my son’s abuse.”
She stopped, and looked worried. “Am I talking too much?”
“No.” Her tale fascinated me. It was entirely different than my own.
“When puberty hit, at thirteen thank the gods, his verbal lashings turned sexual. I was a cunt, a piece of junk fit only for cocks that didn’t give a shit. He’d complain about the clothes I wore, calling them slut suits. They were modest business dress. I found myself donating them to thrift stores. He complained about my whore make up. I tossed all of it in the trash. He said I was trying to make him into a mother fucker. He said my bras were too loose, my panties too vulgar. I took him to a fine clothing store. I dared him to find clothes he approved of. He raped me in the changing booth. He had just turned fourteen.”
She stopped to wipe tears from her eyes. She had been so lost in her story, she hadn’t felt them.
“I-I’m sorrry.” She blubbered.
“Do you want me to talk?”
She shook her head. “No! I need to get through it.” She gulped and continued. “Henry impregnated me that day. I didn’t guess for the first six weeks, I was too worried about him raping me again. As soon as I knew, I sought an abortion, but Henry guessed. His father hadn’t a clue. Henry called me a baby killer. He gave some stupid, elaborate reason why a mother had to deliver an incest child. I canceled my appointment. I told my husband, he was the father.
I delivered a healthy boy, Jerry. I remember his grandfather saying how much they looked alike. He hadn’t said that about Henry. His father’s half-hearted parenting gave Henry plenty of time to press his luck with me. I went on the pill after delivering. I avoided getting raped regularly, but every month or two Henry caught me off guard. My tenth rape happened on his fifteenth birthday. He and his friends were playing a kissing game in the closet. He rigged the game and raped me, while his friends tittered from the living room. That night, I was cleaning up. He sauntered in and claimed me. ‘Ten fucks makes me a master mother fucker, Mom. From now on, you can’t deny me.’ He never had to rape me again.”
She sniffed and paused. “Am I shutting you out with all this?”
“No, there’s plenty of time.” I looked at my phone. I had to be at work by 9:05 at the latest. It was 8:27.
Tess resumed. “My husband caught us fucking, twice. The first time, he couldn’t believe his eyes. We made up a story about falling down together. He didn’t believe that either, but it was either believe it or believe his son was cuckolding him. Our sex life was terrible. After delivering my second child, I complained about post birth pains. I slept with my husband about twice a month. When he was horny but didn’t fuck me, he would rage at me.
“The second time he caught us, he beat me and Henry. Henry blamed me for ‘wanting Dad to find us’ again. His father set his terms to avoid my going to prison. I agreed. He must have guessed that Jerry wasn’t really his, but that would be a second, painful thing to live with. He left us with his grandson. I suspect Henry told him before he left, but he never called the police.
“Henry found my birth control pills, three months ago. He threw them out and told me how bad they were for my body. I begged him to let me get an IUD or use female condoms. Henry said those weren’t natural. Pregnancy is natural.” She almost shouted.
“How long-” I clapped on hand over my mouth. “Sorry, I shouldn’t pry.”
“I’m two months. I told the doctor that my husband and I had a brief reconciliation. Henry loves to tell me how this child will be his! I haven’t told him. It’s a girl.”
“I-I can’t go on.” She deflated in front of me, but her nervousness had vanished.
I filled the resulting silence. “Uh-um, I don’t know why Andrew hasn’t fucked me yet. I don’t think impregnating me is a thing for him. Maybe he respects his father just enough to let him have that part of me. For a while, I couldn’t have sex with my husband, except hand jobs and blow jobs. I even tried a foot job. Andrew’s anal, obedience training had to be hidden from his father. I figured out a great solution. My son doesn’t know it, and it should stay secret from him. I have sex with my husband, now whenever I want. Still, every couple weeks, Andrew takes out my plug so I can make love to his father. I pretend gratitude.
“Mostly, I’m worried about my Mother. I just know I’m going to lose her.” I reiterated.
“You have to get over the lie.” Tess said without meaning to.
“You need to get an abortion, to save that girl from your son.” I countered.
“You’re right.” She sighed. “We shouldn’t try to help.”
“Thank you.” I remembered the women in the other town, saying that often.
“Thank you.” She came in slow for a parting hug.
I returned it. “Next Thursday?”
“Maybe.”
“How will I know? I mean, I’m not sure I can get out of the house every week at this time. It’s too obvious at my home.”
“I don’t have any other good time of day or week. Is a month too long?”
“Yes! But it’s better than every other month.” I agreed.
I told her I’d leave first. That way I wouldn’t know which direction led to her house. If my encounter with Lila’s Eric, had taught me anything, never get involved in another mother’s troubles. I hurried to my car and drove to work. My phone pinged during the drive. I didn’t check it until I’d checked in at the library. It was from my mother.
“You and Andrew will visit as soon as you are able.”
I tried texting back, about how impossible that was for any time soon. She never replied.
Claire arrived late that day.
“Sorry, Ingrid. I had a date.”
“You don’t look dated-”
“I look late.” She completed the saying. “Ha, fucking ha.” She signed in late and went straight to work. I caught her up on the day’s tasks and left early.
Andrew wasn’t home when I arrived from the library. His mechanic sideline was picking up. If he ever went online and studied to pass a few auto manufacturer’s, technician qualification certificates, he could charge twice as much.
He arrived while I was sixteen browser tabs deep in planing a trip to Mother’s. I told him.
“We can’t go, Mom. She’ll tear our story apart.”
“If we don’t go, she’ll never talk to us again.”
“What will Dad say about it? Oh. Yeah, you have him wrapped around your little finger.”
“I might not, if you weren’t taking that lump out of my butt regularly.”
“It’s pretty much served its purpose. I think you like it in there.”
“Bullshit!” I pounded the computer desk.
He responded to my defiance by collaring me. He led me to my bedroom and fucked my ass on his parent’s bed after I got him hard with my mouth.
“Shit, I love to cum in you, Mom! I can’t decide if I like it better down your neck or up your butt. Variety rocks!”
The moment he took back the collar, I scrambled to wash and dry the comforter before Garrick returned from work. I had been more than sufficiently punished.
I told Garrick at dinner. “Mother wants Andrew and I to visit as soon as possible.”
“Is she well?”
“Well, yes, but not as she was.” I answered cryptically, in front of our son.
In our bed, after a satisfying fuck. (I hadn’t cum from Andrew’s attentions.) He asked me. “Is there something you should be telling me, now?”
“This trip will probably make it worse between Mother and I, but I have to try.”
“I worry about Andrew. She has a stronger influence over him than I ever had.”
“She lost most of that when she overdosed. Andrew doesn’t think she’s Superwoman, any more, just super human.” I quipped.
“I thought you had more time to keep an eye on him. He’s spending an awful amount of time at the university.”
“He’s fixing cars and racing on a proper track.” I covered for my son.
“Something doesn’t add up.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. You have to make up with your mother, but is there any way Andrew can stay?”
“Garrick, I won’t lie to my mother!” Another one would be a disaster.
The next day, he texted her. Such a thing had never been done. She actually replied.
“Both of them, Garrick. You stay put.”
It was at the airport, I realized how jauntily Andrew was taking this trip. He tried to bring my collar in his carry-on. The x-ray technician asked him about it. I tossed it in the rejected items bin. Later, I nearly drubbed his shoulders into bone fragments, waiting in line to board. “How could you, even think of that?”
“Optimism?”
I dismissed his reply as sour grapes. “Dipshit.” I called him just before the boarding attendant scanned our tickets.
He didn’t try anything on the flight, and I thanked my lucky stars. The x-ray technician hadn’t mentioned the giant, black, fake cock in my carry-on. Modern airports offer everything. At our destination, I found a jar of coconut oil in an incredibly overpriced market.
Armed and ready for the apocalypse, I met my mother at the waiting area. She sized up Andrew, stone faced. She didn’t hug me. She led us to her car in short term parking. We put our things in the trunk, sat ourselves in the back seat, and she drove us to her house. Other than calling our names, she didn’t say a word. I was fine with silence. Andrew’s knee bounced. If only a semi-truck would crush us into bloody asphalt sealant, I wished.
“Put your things in my room, Ingrid. Andrew you have the guest room.” She switched on lights, preceding us into her home. Mother sounded very well indeed. The moment Andrew and I separated, she locked me in her room and grabbed my hair. “What kind of fool do you think I am?”
“Ow! Mother!”
Angry but quiet, she accused. “I know you, bitch daughter. You had that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“Obedience.” She had taught me its fullness, after all. That quickly, my lie was undone.
“Andrew is abusing you. Isn’t he?”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t say anything. It’s all over your face.” She warned. “I tried to believe you, Daughter. I desperately tried. I bet you brought that horrid simulacrum to try and convince me.” She released me. “Fetch it. If it’s not in your rolling case, I’m not the woman who raised you.”
I wanted to cry, but in front of my mother, that was only allowed when she punished me. It wouldn’t be a long wait until I could ball like a baby. I unzipped the inner compartment within an inner compartment. I dragged my giant, black cock facsimile and the unopened jar of oil before her.
She looked sad. Not mean sad or disappointed sad, just sad. “I wish I could have given you a better upbringing, Ingrid. Maybe you needed a father after all. Maybe you’d have more balls now.” She shook her head.
“What are you going to do to Andrew?” I had to know.
“Ingrid, I don’t know what to do with you, other than what I always did when you failed me.”
I swallowed and nodded.
“That wasn’t a promise. I honestly don’t know what do when my daughter has fallen under a sexually abusive son. It’s out of some insane fiction.”
“It happens, Mother. I’m not a victim. I’m just as responsible as he.”
“Were you responsible for raising you?” She raised her voice.
“None, starting out.” I tried. “Later, a lot.”
“Remember his fifteen birthday?”
“You gave him a car.”
“I gave him a challenge, but he already had one.” She eyed me like a demon totem.
“You called him a man.”
“He is, but now I know he’s a bad one. I want to blame Garrick, but that would be like blaming the dark side of the moon for being dark.”
I cracked. “My husband is a wonderful man and father! Andrew has never fucked me because he respects his father too much!”
“Are you trying to provoke me, Daughter?” Mother’s whisper intensified. “What are you, regressing to childhood? Andrew is a product of you and your father’s incompetence! A grope is as bad as a fuck, Ingrid Mulderhoek!”
“Say it, Mother!” I shouted. “I’m worthless!”
“You are my most loved treasure.” Mom’s eyes glistened. “I spent too much time polishing you instead of treasuring you.” Her voice faltered. I’d never seen my mother cry, not even when she begged for drugs to stop her cravings.
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Last summer I finally talked my mom into letting me and Dave go to Africa for the vacation. When we arrived there we found there was little we could do. Sure there was the beach but it was all littered and full of stones. After four days I was feeling sorry I had taken the trip. One day I and Dave decided we would go and see all the day trips available. Well we looked around, but what looked good had a nice price tag on it. Finally Dave found a brochure. He read aloud, “One day stay in a native...
First TimeThe following Thursday I got asked to come to Dean Winslow Phillips’ office for a one p.m. meeting. I was there five minutes early, feeling about as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I did have one card up my sleeve that might help or hurt my case; only time would tell. Dean Phillips secretary escorted me into his conference room and got me a diet coke. He came in a minute later. “Professor Clark, I’m sorry to meet under potentially adversarial conditions today....
My old friend Omar called me from Boston, saying he would spend a couple days in Savannah, assisting to some boring conference.I told him that he could stay at our home instead of being alone at the hotel and he was glad to accept my invitation. My sweet Ana was also glad to know Omar would visit us.I knew my sensual wife had always been horny about him; but I was sure that my good old friend had never fucked her…Omar arrived and he went from the airport directly to the conference and we could...
It was a beautiful sunny day so I deceided to go and see an old friend who used to live next door at our old house. As I knocked on his door there wasn't an answer, "Typical" I said to myself. I knew the couple next door and probably knowing they might be at work, her mother usually comes up to the house during the day, so they may know where he's gone.I went to his neighbour and knocked on the door, no answer. I went round the back and knocked again, no answer. Odd I thought, so I had a...
Soon we are sitting in the car which has 2 or 3 black guys looking inside,they look a bit on the rough side but we can't move or leave the car.One of the guys says you better open the door or it will be ripped off.Things are starting to look very tricky indeed.Fuck it you say lets get out of here,as you open the car door one of the guys grabs your arm and pulls you out of the car.I jump out the drivers side and get grabbed by 2 of the guys and told to keep quiet or I would do some hospital...
THE TRIBEBy CPart ITotal confusion was the only way to describe Tom’s bewildered mind as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was anticipating the exciting prospect of sleeping with a young and beautiful Polynesian woman that, after getting her intoxicated at a bar in a plush resort on Fiji Island, had taken to his room. Sex was only thing on his mind as she seductively mixed a drink and handed it to him. He recalled starting to feel dizzy after drinking it and then nothing...
Hi, my name is Stephanie, I’m 38 years old, and I’m the mother of an 18-year-old daughter, her name is Katie. And I have never been married. I don't even know who the father is. ************ My life-changing that Sunday afternoon, I was 17-years-old, My dad was having a poker game at our house with 7 of his friends. They were watching a football game on tv as they played. I was watching the game as well. The guys were in the dining room, at the kitchen table. Our house is an open house...
Of course, that’s not what the tenants are told. They are told that I am allowed to live there because the owner has a soft spot for me because I am legally blind and pretty much blind as a bat. My picture is also posted around the complex along with an explanation of my condition and my special relationship with the owner. And that's why the rent is also insanely cheap. The owner wants to give young women a way to save up their money or not go into debt any more than they already...
It was the first day of high school for Alice and her brothers Josh and Mathew. They had heard that their scared. Finally its was time to MEET her and get to KNOW her. When they got there it was time.... When they walked in and shook her hand. she had this devilish smile. They found their seats. They had a POP QUIZ on the first day of schoundiesce said what the hell to her on accident. She madly yelled to them WHAT DID YOU SAY? Alice quickly said nothing miss sorry and tried to run but was...
Erotic-1- "I can do this. I can win. This is my chance!" Sandrah said, at the gym, pushing herself farther than ever before on the smith machine. It was ass and leg day. Seconds earlier, she surpassed her record for number of squats she could do. "Come on!" she thought. "Two more!" She struggled with those last two, squeezing her muscular ass, pushing the weight up. "Yes! Ah! Yes!" She screamed in her head, gritting her teeth. She did it. Sandrah put the barbell back on...
Skye and Miguel left for the night and went directly to Skye's apartment to pack Tatum's things. They were able to take all of her clothes and some of her toys before calling it a night. She took her lingerie and cloths as well, with Miguel joking that he'd love to see her dance for him. At Miguel's apartment, she did just that. She put on some music and danced for him, with Miguel in a daze over Skye's amazing abilities to show her body while moving gracefully around him. He was left...
Marge awoke to an empty bed, the preacher being an early riser. Staring up at the ceiling, she thought back to the previous night when her husband pumped his cock into her. It was quick, not passionate, and definitely not enjoyable for her. She knew he would never satisfy her sexually. And that thought caused her to realize she wanted -- no needed -- what Jack gave her. She liked sex and liked the way it made her feel. For the first time in her life, Marge consciously moved her fingers...
I love this site and I am a regular reader of ISS. This is my personal encounter which I am going to narrate today . Let me describe myself , I am Megha from Delhi. My stats is 36-28-36 , a great desire for every man . I am just 33yrs married women , but my husband is every time busy with his work and never gives me time . He is very rich . Once while going through this site I had found a guy who had written a great sex experience with his GF and I had sent him mail regarding his story as I...
Good morning/noon/night (I don’t know when you l read this, so this type of Initiation). Myself Joe (nick name-original name- sorry I’m not supposed to reveal obviously it’s just because of privacy) This is my real time story which happened one week back (i.e. 30/7/2016) About Myself: Name: Joe (CEO of a Startup) Age: 19 years Old Extra Things: 5.8 in height, 62 Kg weight, fair skin, and doing my final year of engineering in Chennai, Tamil Nadu reputed college Contact details : [I didn’t...
The corridor was a dark length, ominous at this hour of the day. But that was good, what I had hoped for. I clutched my fist around the caddy that held all my supplies, the bottles and cloths nestled snuggly adding a familiar weight to my left hand.I had been avoiding this task all day, choosing to stay in the main parts of the house, out in the open space with its open curtains and easy escape. I had even avoided Sophia, though whenever I look into her crystalline eyes I have a feeling she...
VoyeurIntroduction: A True Story When She Was 11 Almost 12 About Amber written by MorethAntwOlesstHanwHole. Ambers First Time A True Story When She Was 11 Almost 12 About Amber written by MorethAntwOlesstHanwHole. It was a summer day, the sun beat down heavy-handedly, it was a hot day. Jason he was in High School at the time, I remember watching him get out of his car with his sunglasses and his school jacket one time he looked so hot and cool. I used to watch him all the time he was so hot and...
Chapter one ? The Brothel Chapter one ? The Brothel??????????????????? Pete?s view I looked around the room and couldn?t believe where I was.?? It was not the sort of place I would normally visit; in fact I had never seen the inside of a brothel before.? I had always imagined that there would be a line up of underdressed girls with too much makeup on but this place was like a luxury motel.? I was on a night out with the boys and after a more than a few drinks at the club my friend had...
Note: This is a real-life true story that is happening to me personally at this moment: Several months ago, my dearest friend in the world revealed to me that she has come to appreciate the sensual, sexual intimacies of another woman in bed, and that her feelings are very strong for me that way. From then down until now, she's been patiently, gently, lovingly inviting me into her arms and her bed. I have come to want it very much, and yet I'm so nervous and afraid. These are my feelings -- my...
LesbianI leaped out of my 2015 Ram 3500 Laramie, and made my way up the sidewalk. I walked through the automatic doors, and into the pharmacy I've just so recently called my job. I've been working here for about two weeks now. I loved it. My coworkers were great, especially my boss. He is tall, and sexy, has black hair, blue eyes, and the brightest smile I've ever seen. Most importantly, the way he makes me feel is indescribable. I knew I shouldn't have felt this way about my boss, but I couldn't help...
Straight SexSo it’s my birthday and I still haven’t decided what to do today. Sitting here on my couch, I realize that this is the first time that I hadn’t made any plans. At that realization I laugh to myself, apparently I have been working too much. Reaching over to grab my phone, I hear a loud knock at the door. Not sure who it would be I slowly get up and head to the door. After hearing another loud knock, I open the door. Standing there is my neighbor, Anna, from across the hall. “Happy...
Maya Kendrick helpfully returns a parcel to her new neighbor, Jenna Sativa, that was mistakenly sent to her. Jenna is thankful, assuming it’s a moisturizer she ordered, and invites Maya inside for a chat to get to know her. But as they idly chat about the moisturizer, Jenna begins opening the parcel… then quickly realizes it’s NOT the moisturizer but a strap-on she’s ordered instead! Maya is startled but intrigued, and grows increasingly flustered as Jenna admits that...
xmoviesforyouFugue By Liam Slade Originally posted to Fictionmania, to be reprinted only with author's permission http://www.liamslade.com Part 3: The Memory of You One morning, Jane Doe lay in her bed as Nurse Barton came in to serve her some breakfast. "Morning," the nurse said cheerfully. "You're half-right..." muttered Jane Doe, not fully awake. "Hm?" "It's not so good," groaned Jane Doe. "I didn't say 'good,' just 'morning,'" answered the Nurse. "Are you sure?" "Uh,...
Chapter 17 Welcome back to another episode of Case Study 301. So, the last few chapters we’ve been dealing with Kristen Foster reliving a dark moment in her life eight years ago. While her father in the present day is six thousand miles away at his estate in Portugal as Agent Murphy and Detective Porter reveal to him that is long lost daughter Kristen is alive and well. The pace of our story is going to pick up now so hold on as we start to jump from one place to the next across the...
It had just gone quarter to midnight and Diane had reduced her pacing up and down the hallway to a small shuffle in either direction. Where the hell is that girl? She thought. It wasn’t even a Friday or Saturday night, but she still decided to break her curfew.Any more of this nonsense, young lady and you will never leave the house again. Toni, her eighteen-year-old daughter was in trouble more often than she cared to admit, and Diane was sick of telling her to be in by curfew. She had set...
Incest“I like the way you kiss” Alexis smiled at DeanLeanne and Ben had disappeared upstairs leaving Dean and Alexis on the settee.“I like the way you kiss too” replied DeanThey moved closer together and embraced each other and began to kiss. Dean felt Alexis’s soft lips against his and felt how soft and smooth and warm they were, Alexis felt Dean’s firm and hot. The couple began to snog passionately and start to explore each others body’s with their hands. Alexis felt Dean begin to stroke her neck...
The concluding part of the story of the capture of two English virgins in an Apache raid. Obviously, this story will make more sense if you first read Parts 1 and 2 which can be found here - https://xhamster.com/stories/captured-part-1-994471 and here https://xhamster.com/stories/captured-part-2-998710***********************************It took over an hour to get their hair clean of the oil. Finally, as they stood inside the flap of the wikiup, Dahteste looked them over. Their blonde hair, tied...
I woke suddenly, I’d felt something on my arm and when I opened my eyes I was startled to find someone vaguely familiar standing over my bed. She was stunning, red hair the colour of Dawn, eyes as green as emeralds, skin as pale as the moonlight streaming through my window, with a delicious spray of freckles, cheeks as sharp as a knife, a nose that would be the envy of any Hellenistic Sculptor, and a chin with a dimple that was so innocent yet held danger. However what held my attention about...
“That is a gorgeous city,” said Linda. “It looks like it was built from crystals. This is the first city I have seen where so much of it is above ground. I love the spires and liquid shapes. Those buildings look miles high. The colors are lovely. The buildings look like they were made from crystal.” Jason with Ooryphyon glued to his side looked at the city as they drew closer, the sky began to lighten and the colors changed from blues to pinks and orange. The city was awakening. Shuttles...
Part Two - TrainingBy the end of the first week, I had almost mastered walking in heels and had gotten more adept at doing my makeup.Jessica continued to tease me. “How about it, bro? Do you want to give up yet? You could end this by admitting that being a girl is better.”“Hell no, I won’t give you that satisfaction.”“OK, but remember, you have another week of this to go.”“That’s difficult to forget.”“You know, I bet you secretly like this.”“Yeah, right.” I already realized that, but I wouldn’t...
CrossdressingIt was 10am which was 10pm back home but Ying knew she should try to stay awake or she would be unable to get adjusted to the new time. Her daughter (19) would be at class until at least 5pm and had left her small, old car for Ying to use. Ying's problem – she had no clothes other than what she wore on the plane and those were sweaty now. She was wearing her daughter's spare pajamas but she needed proper clothes to go out. Ying (43) was a conservative and proper woman. She must be...
(episode 6) Over the Christmas Holidays after that hike in the mountains I hooked up with Jennifer two more times and we decided that we would see each other exclusively. Once back in Athens, I found myself spending most nights at Jennifer’s apartment that she shared with her best friend, Brittany. I found myself experiencing sex on a regular basis over the next several weeks and it was absolutely fantastic. That winter semester I pledged the fraternity that mt friends Nick and Bob were in and...