Jeff Middleton is nineteen years old and I lives in the North of England, near Manchester, with his mother Joan. His father died four years ago but he and his mother are doing ok and making the best of things. He's starting to go out more now he feels his mother is coping ok. On this night he’d fallen asleep drunk while watching incest porn. His mother came into his room the next morning as she always did when she knew he...

Gwen and I were lying in bed, bathing in the afterglow of a particularly strenuous fuck; Aunt Gwen is a changed lady these days. "I've been thinking about it, I've decided I want to get something going with Fiona," she said. "Fiona?" "Yes, the woman in the choir, you know, the one I told you about." "The one that fancies you? Her name is Fiona?" I said. "Yes, we've been to lunch." "Have you indeed, well good for you, you...

Aunt Gwen’s life had changed, and it wasn’t just the amazingly satisfactory rekindling of her sex life. Sometimes momentous happenings just come out of the blue, this one certainly did. Her husband, Miles, had sat her down and announced he’d been offered a new post, one he was minded to accept. An opportunity had occurred to open a new Church school in Johannesburg. Miles had experience of missionary work before entering...

I'd fulfilled a lifelong ambition and moved to the county of Suffolk, in the southeast of England, the place of my forebears. My pension as a senior aircraft engineer, and my share of the house I shared with Barbara, just about ran to a broken down cottage four miles out of Ipswich. The place was still in the family, owned by an aunt Gwen, whom I barely knew and was related by marriage and no blood relation to me. It was...