A Wake up FallChapter 5
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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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Incest"...and you can see our year-over-year engagement on this campaign...oh...mmphh..." Nicole's eyes go wide and she freezes in the middle of her sentence. Her lips slightly parted as she stares into her camera. The Lush 3 remote vibrator had started humming in her panties. "Nicole, everything okay?" Don, Nicole's boss, asks. She breathes in and shakes off the sensation. As long as the boys kept to the rules she'd only need to deal with the distraction for a full minute. "N-No, Don, s-sorry, I...
FetishTara under the Banyan Tree. by Tara Richardson. 1. I boarded the plane still a little flustered. I had just made it, no thanks to the end of term party at Redwood College of Art, my flatmates, the late taxi, and the usual chaos on the M25 motorway. Inside the airport there had been the usual female security guard who I was sure this time was a lesbian. Moving the metal loop across my body to the hem of my dress, I felt her feathery fingers touch my naked thighs, and my nipples immediate...
Our first child was born two months after Grandfather passed away. Hortence was twenty and unmarried. Twice, women in the township had met him with obvious intent. One was nearly my age and reeked of desperation, for alcohol not a husband. The other was a cute fireball who expected men to jump when she snapped her fingers. I can’t say who disappointed my son more. He rejected both, simply by not inviting them again. I had kept my pregnancy a secret. A backwoods church is the center of...
She told me to get on her bed and lie down, she stood at the bottom of the bed and got undressed. She leaned over and slowly started sucking my dick. It was my first blowjob, and gawd it felt good. I cried out im gonu cum, she stoped giving me head and said, not yet, and smiled. My dick was twiching, it was ready to explode. She grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up in the air, before i knew it she was playing with my tight hole. I coyld feel her tounge going round and round it felt so good....
From this point on your choices is going to be made to but one end; to get in the pants of the hottest women in ‘Tinsel Town’. So be careful, think carefully and you may reach your goal. To make things interesting it may be best to re-start when so prompted... Ok let’s go. INYOTEF ;...
I did lose my head, but I can’t pretend I didn’t know what happened, or that I wasn’t in control. I could try to rationalize but I know deep down, I had just wanted it, no matter what, and I took it. I figured I would pay the price, but I think . . . . I think I am going to get away with it. It sure had kept me hard. My wife just the other day said I was like a teenager, with how much I had been pushing for sex. She sure seemed happy with my renewed interest. So I guess I owe it all to...
Wendy stepped into the great hall and looked around, the light was fading and she pulled the trench coat around her slim figure. She had been so caught up in the ancient splendor of Castle Doune she had forgotten the time. Although old and rundown, she preferred it to the other castle she had visited which was undergoing extensive restoration. Doune however was just the way she imagined a castle. She pushed a strand of long auburn hair from her face and turned at the sound of footsteps echoing...
these scenes were written back and forth from me to another. Starting with himI am a man of maturity, much older than either of the beautiful women in front of me, but not so old that an erotic scene doesn't get me so horny. As I looked at the young woman's mother astride her daughter it seemed that I had stepped onto the set of a porno movie instead of being on a handyman job. I really don't think the mother knew I was watching, but the young woman, introduced to me as Britt, was looking...
A Visit to SirI arrive at Sir’s house at the appointed time and ring the doorbell. As usual, after a brief pause, he opens the door, sees that it is me , turns around and walks back into the living room leaving me to close the door and follow him.When I enter the living room he is seated in his favourite chair and I stand in front of him, awaiting my instructions.He orders me to remove my shoes and socks and when I have done so he gets up, blindfolds me and orders me to put my hands on my...
I had just turned 18 and it was my first time going to an adult theater. I had walked by the entrance 3 or 4 times afraid someone I knew might see me going in. But the theater was far from where I lived and it was unlikely that anyone I knew would be anywhere close to there. I finally walked in with my ID ready and my money out. The attendant just gave a quick glance at me and told me the price, took my money and waved me in. As I walked in on the left side the section was...
This is Rehan working as a software professional in Bangalore. I am narrating an encounter with Tanya whom I met through a common friend. One evening, I was having snacks at the stall outside the office. My friend came along with a hot girl Tanya who happened to be part of his previous project. Tanys was a pretty smart Bengali girl and introduced her self. Since I relocated to Bangalore from Mumbai, she was very curious to know how much I missed the social life in Mumbai. We had a few chit...
Sandy's latest video went out last night and it was amazing to make. We fucked the night before last, nothing too kinky, just good old fashioned love making. It was nice for a change. Afterwards instead of showing she put the blue thong she was wearing on and went back to bed. When I was up getting showered for work yesterday morning she came in stripped naked and joined me in the shower. After playing with my cock until I almost cummed on two seperate occasions, she got out and...
Betty didn't really consider it breaking the agreement with her girl friends when she told Rod about her exciting experience in the barn. She'd always told her brother everything and she was anxious to get his reaction. Rod got very excited while listening to Betty's tale. He did pretend more interest in Kathy than he did in the girls fucking the horses, but he decided that he'd like to see the action with the animals at the first opportunity. Their parents didn't have a swap session...
You have to read this till the end. It’s so true. And little to do about Golfing. THE BACK NINE I first started reading this email & was reading fast until I reached the third sentence. I stopped and started over reading slower and thinking about every word. This is very thought provoking. Makes you stop and think. Read slowly! AND THEN IT IS WINTER You know ... time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years. It seems just yesterday that I was young,...
You are Kyoko, a high school student with a secret super power. By day you are a normal girl, with a very athletic body gained from years of weight training and gymnastics. By night you wander the streets as Midnight Rose, a masked vigilante superheroine. You possess the strength of ten normal men. You never need sleep, and your body heals injuries at a faster rate than normal, though not so fast that it seems like regeneration. You live with your younger sister Michiko in the suburbs. Ever...
FetishI caught up with Maggie as she neared the stairs. I knew I was smiling after my encounter with the Laird. I couldn’t help it. Maggie held her elderly arm out for me as she waited for me to begin climbing the steps. I don’t know if it is because she is elderly, or because she just wanted me to hurry up. I glanced covertly at her as we climbed the steep steps, out of the corner of my eye. How is it that she could possibly have known so much about me? I ‘d heard one of the soldiers whisper to...
I hadn’t lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everything: birthdays, holidays, shopping, lunch with my folks when I felt like it. Of course I’d spend the holidays with my family. And I had...
Author's note: Thank you so much for all the feedback. I'm equal parts humbled and excited that this has been received well. I would've loved to make it an SWI as I think images make the story more fun to read. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to locate appropriate non-copyrighted images to do so. If you find one that you think can enhance the story's experience or have any sort of feedback please email me at: [email protected]. Thanks...
After our exertions through Wednesday night and through Thursday when Rachael and I had enjoyed a torrid sexual romp with Jess – Rachael’s ex-husband’s girlfriend - we slept well on the Thursday night and I had been awakened on the Friday morning in what was becoming our customary way. Rachael’s soft lips had brought my cock to life until I shot a load of cum into her willing mouth before we shared a deep searching kiss.When I returned home on Friday afternoon Rachael greeted me in her usual...
Maria took a deep breath and felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder. She was electrified by his touch and the strength with which he seemed to know exactly what to do. "Are you sure you want this because it might be a little more than you can handle?" With that, Rick took Maria’s hand and put it on his growing erection. Maria’s eyes widened, thinking of what it would be like to have it inside her and reflected momentarily if she would become a “slut for black cock” like she had seen so...
My name is Jack, I am 27 years old and I live by myself. I've been in a few relationships but none of them pleasured me as I liked. I didn't really blame the girls I guess cause they didn't really like my over-active sex drive. I was in a chat room one chilly morning when a girl named "Emilylove22" entered the chat. She came in asking for someone to talk to. As always numerous people IMed her but from the way she described that morning to me she said it was a click. *****Five days after meeting...
FetishMan do I have many to share with you.I have to start somewhere but I am 55 yrs old and have been going to Asian massage parlors since my older b*****r stared taking me when I was 13 for my 8th grade graduation present. But I still cant get enough of them!.I seek out the full service places,who care about hand jobs,that’s for pussies and I can jerk myself off if I want..Now that I’m a bit older I have a routine and a local place about 20mins away I go to. I usually take half a Viagra so I get my...
On cold, bitter days, such as the day it was when I first met her, business can be pretty bad. This isn’t wholly surprising for my occupation, which is a car salesman. Winter is the slowest sales season for us- no one really wants to be walking around the car lot when it’s cold and windy and raining. Summer and spring are our best months when it gets warmer and approaches Memorial Day. It's about then that people decide they need a change, which is where we come in. We talk all the necessary...
InterracialA few days ago I had a surprise encounter with the hottest girl I’d ever seen. Up until that encounter, I had never met her. We passed each other in the halls, but didn’t take any classes together, so I never really had the chance to speak to her. My roommate Ashton labeled her ‘Triple B’ because she was a busty, blue-eyed brunette. Ashton had objective nicknames for all the ‘7-UP girls’, anyone he considered at least a seven or better on the hot scale. What a charmer.Despite his blatant...
Acclimatization The contract looked intimidating, but Laura was determined to do anything to hold on to her current newfound youth. If the Gods were this good, then she was sure that they wouldn’t shower this much goodness for naught or for a caprice of their baser selves. It was thick, and Laura knew that there would be fine print aplenty. She went over it the next several minutes. The devil usually was in the details. It seemed to be a standard contract, and it stated that Laura had partaken...
NovelsHello guys, this Shekhar and I will be sharing my first story here with you. I am a little dusky and decently build guy. I workout regularly and also have a tool of 6.5 inch. I’m open to suggestions and discreet fun. Pune, Mumbai, and Hyderabad are fine as I have a lot of business trips there. Ladies/girls can mail me at Coming to the story. This happened in my college life where I was going out on a trip with my old friends. There I met a hot girl named Swathi who was also doing MBA from my...
Evening hung quietly over the Croft manor, Lara's cup of coffee steamed gently in the cool air of the open-windowed study. As a global traveler, it was very rare that she ever stuck to a consistent schedule of sleep. It was still several hours before she wanted to be in bed but the jet lag was hanging just as quietly but oppressively over her. She could use a vacation, after all, she'd just thanklessly saved the world again. She was starting to lose track of how many times it was by now. It was...
A bright sunny day I had awoken to. I could hardly sleep a wink. Only one more day until my eighteenth birthday.My mom and my friends have planned a big celebration for me. They invited all my friends from school and my boyfriend. My great grandmother was even coming, and I have not seen her since I was around ten years old. In a few months, I will be off to college, so this may be the last time I see all my friends together.My boyfriend William was taking me to lunch today, knowing about the...
Fantasy & Sci-FiWhat’s the 300 stand for in MILF 300? I assumed right away it didn’t stand for the number of videos in the collection, as 300 ain’t a very impressive number for a free tube. On the contrary, this cougar-loving free tube has well over 3,000 MILF movies in its archives. Maybe it’s a reference to that 2006 Frank Miller flick about the Spartans and the Persians, though there’s way less violence here and the sex scenes are considerably more explicit.Honestly, I don’t know what the 300 in MILF300.com...
Mature Porn SitesHi, my name is Donna. I am a twenty-two year old erotic dancer who recently moved into my first apartment. These apartments occupy separate buildings within the complex, sort of like town houses. There are two apartments per building. One is on the left, and the other is on the right. Each one has a small kitchen, a living and dining area, and bedrooms that abut each other. They are very clean, and in a nice area.On my first day, I met Robyn, the girl who lives next to me. She's of average...
VoyeurAfter days of waiting, the doorbell rang. Ben almost ran to the door, but didn’t want to appear too eager or anxious. He opened the door, trying to act casual as the delivery guy asked for his signature for the package. The box was huge! But then again, the Tech Company had indicated that the item would come fully assembled. The crate was heavy, but he certainly didn’t want to open it out here where the nosy neighbors would surely get an eyeful. As it was, Ben was sure that if any of them saw...
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