"I can't believe your parents bought a polar bear rug!""It's not real, Marie!" Leah assured her best friend. Marie's face turned incredulous, her narrowed, skeptical gaze resting upon Leah who was busy decorating her family's massive Christmas tree. It appeared to be as wide as it was tall. Marie felt claustrophobic standing in the same room with it.Leah caught Marie's gaze and laughed her cute little laugh that warmed Ma...

I stood outside of my parent's bedroom, waiting, listening. My mother lie on the other side of the door, touching herself. I knew because I could hear her mewling, could hear her soft voice call out someone's name. A name that wasn't my father's. She was calling out to my brother, Nathan. Her own son. She was a disgusting. She was sick and twisted.But so was I.Why, just days before I had allowed Nathan to take me in his b...

“I saw you... in dad's office. With mom,” I said quietly. I lay across his bed, resting my chin on the back of my hands. It's been three days since I saw Nathan and my mother together. Three days since I watched them in my father's office, my mother bent over her husband's desk while her son plowed her from behind. Her fantasy come true, according to a diary she kept hidden in the attic. We'd discovered it, and was taken...

The leather bound journal lay upon my pillow, waiting for my older brother and I to open it and absorb its potentially juicy contents. We had found the journal while cleaning up the attic earlier that day at dad's request. It had been tucked away behind a myriad of boxes, stashed in an unlocked safe box. The fact that the journal had been relatively new and that someone had made the effort to hide it piqued our interest....

"So, are you going to ask Persephone out or what, man?" Greg, my closest friend next to Zander, let his heavy backpack fall from his shoulder as he slid down beside me on the school bus, the backpack hitting the ground with a dull thud. I peeled my eyes away from the window, where I'd been examining an auburn-haired teacher who shared an almost uncanny likeness to my mother, except with a smaller rack.          "Huh? Oh,...

It's been weeks since me and mom's episode in her bathroom. She'd ambushed me ambushing her, sucked me until I spattered her cum on her face, and told me that later on she was going to "deal with me." That was fucking three weeks ago, and I'd been going insane with anticipation, masturbating like it was going out of style. Seeing my mother exchange stern, yet seductive looks with me whenever dad wasn't looking didn't help...

I watched Faith, my mother, jogging on the treadmill in our sunporch, her chest bouncing some behind her gray sports bra. Navy blue leggings hugged her shapely legs and her firm, round bottom, and her lustrous auburn that fell past her shoulders bounced, shining healthily beneath the sunlight. With her eyes shut and a pair of earbuds blaring Rock into her ears, Mom was in her own little world, unaware of me watching her—a...

"Listen, Vinnie," my dad said, his large hand clutched firmly around my shoulder. "I just don't want to see you going down the same path as your Uncle Xavier... He started doing that stuff when he was your age and it opened up a world of newer and deadlier stuff. I worry about you, y'know."          "I know, dad ... I'm sorry." I lifted my head finally, staring up into my dad's stern, concerned green eyes. The old man rea...

       I took a sip of my Appletini, dancing in my seat at the bar to blaring dance music, watching men and women, masked and half-naked, grinding erotically on the strobe-lit dance floor. My girlfriend Velia, the naughty little thing that'd talked me into attending this swinger's club with her  and her husband, was in the already in the Red Room, probably getting the brains fucked out of her. I couldn't bring myself to g...

I sat on the edge of Zander's queen-sized bed, wearing the sleepwear he'd been kind enough to lend me: a plain white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants. I had run away from home, so to speak, after my getting into a heated and damn-near violent argument with my dad over the weed stash mom found while snooping in my bedroom. I dashed out of there while dad was telling me how worthless I was becoming, nice and dramatic....

"So she actually got the gall to fuck her daddy, huh?" I asked my husband, Jack, who had just finished telling me about his recent escapade with our whore of a daughter Marie. He recanted the event with a grinning mouth, his eyes alight with joy. And from the way his cock strained against his white boxer-briefs, showing me a yummy outline of its shaft and bulbous head, he'd gotten himself excited just talking about it. If...

I noticed the way he'd look at me whenever he thought I wasn't looking. He'd stare for several moments, licking his lips and groping his crotch. Damn-near salivating. He was a sick, troubled bastard, and I loved it. I got off knowing that he desired me, that he wanted to pound my bare, nineteen year old pussy and fill me up with his filthy cum.I decided to tease him one day. A nice, sunny summer afternoon. I sat in the li...

    "Yolanda...Regina?" He heard himself say, taken aback at the sight of his daughter Yolanda's face buried in Regina's—her mother's—muff. The two froze upon hearing their names, stock-still, as if they'd forgotten how to breathe. The two looked up to him with guilty eyes.        There wasn't a single word accurate enough to describe the feeling swirling within him. Was it anger? No. Surprise? Perhaps. Jealousy? Just a l...

"So, is it cool if I come over today?" Frank, her ex-boyfriend, asked as their school bus neared her house. His expression was smug, his intentions very clear. Not that she didn't feel like a good fuck to punctuate her day, it just wasn't Frank's dick she wanted inside of her. She sighed, scooting over to the edge of her seat, preparing to get up and depart (escape, rather).    "No, Frank, my mom is going to be home all d...

For years me and my husband Terry's sex life had been a bit ... lackluster. Sex rarely happened, and when it did happen, it left something to be desired. Namely me. It wasn't long before I settled for masturbating while he was at work rather than let him touch me. I often asked myself if we had reached the stage in our relationship where hot, passionate sex was impossible. But I didn't want to believe that. We were barely...