“Well,” Jessica said, “they’re tiny, but they’re growing! I think that’s the important thing. Maybe.” “Mine aren’t much bigger,” I said, pointing at my chest. “Stupid boobs.” We were half-naked on my bed. Sitting on our butts, Jessica with her legs out, me with my legs crossed, we giggled. We were both sixteen years old, Jessica a little younger than I, and this happened twenty-one years ago. A long time, but I can still...

Mom came into my room a little after 9 pm. I’d been texting two friends, but I stopped and told them to have a good night. “What’s up?” I asked. Mom was just in her robe, which was totally normal for her after dinner and dishes and a little TV. Her hair was mussed up, but she looked lovely, with a big smile. She had an open box with her, which she put on the floor by the nightstand. She sat on the bed, by my shoulder. “No...

It had been almost three months since I’d had sex with Kellen, the guy I’d had to the house so he could cuckold my husband, John. John had been all for it and had even masturbated while I fucked Kellen. But that had been just about it for sex and three months is a very long time. I’d spent a lot of that time thinking and masturbating about who I wanted next. I would have been happy with John, but he just didn’t want me. “...

Mom and I were in her bedroom just one day after daddy had made love to me for the second time. Daddy was taking a shower. Mom was talking in a soft, quiet voice that sounded just about normal for her, maybe a little bit softer or a little bit quieter. “You had sex with your father yesterday, didn’t you?” she asked. She unbuttoned her blouse as she spoke, getting ready for bed. It was sometime after ten p.m. “Well, no, wh...

I was really horny. I’d gotten this way often enough before, but the sensation of wanting some kind of sexual contact had grown by an order of magnitude since dad had “taken” my virginity two weeks earlier. Given this opportunity, I just walked into the bathroom where dad was showering, pulled down my shorts and panties, and sat on the toilet to pee. I did all that before dad had a chance to say anything. “What are you do...

“Baby girl?” Dad asked. He also knocked at the door to my bedroom. It was about ten o’clock and a school night. I was sixteen, not very tired, and had just turned out my light. I turned it back on. “How’s mom?” I asked back. “She’s fine. She’s asleep now.” Mom had a bad cold and took a fair amount of medication for it. I remember I was wearing my red zippered Minnie Mouse pajamas. My hair was longer then, but I looked pre...

I was thirty and John was thirty-two and Toby was only nine. Toby was away for the weekend with a friend, so we had little to worry about with him. We had plenty to worry about with each other. I’m not going to badmouth my ex-husband, the self-righteous prick. We’d been married quite a while, ten years, but things were not going well. In fact, we’d be divorced less than two years later. It was a hot Saturday afternoon, I...

It was Sunday after lunch and everything at my house was quiet. Haley was in their room, presumably doing homework, more likely on her phone. Danny was on my laptop, doing who knows what, but presumably not masturbating. Presumably. I was reading, my usual nothing special reading, and wondering every once in a while whether or not I’d ever work again. Of course I would, I figured, although the thought of returning to bein...

The twins who lived next door were sixteen years old, like my son, Toby, but they were a year behind him, about to become juniors in high school. One was a boy, one a girl, and they spent zero time with Toby. It seems a school year makes a big difference at that age. You might already know me, Lauren, from what I’ve written in the Mom’s Laptop series of stories. And from the pictures I’ve posted and refuse to blush about....

Well, Katie had had a good idea, to play a sort of Truth or Dare that was all dares that had already been written by somebody, somewhere, not Katie. Basically, an app on her phone would present the next dare, increasing in sexual activity as time went by. In practice, while it was fun to play, it wasn’t much to write about. For instance, the first round was kissing, lips and thighs, necks and feet. The second round was ma...

I’d just come into my bedroom and my son, Toby, was on my laptop. Again. I glanced at the screen and asked, “You’re masturbating to a cartoon?” He paused for a second. “It’s not a cartoon, mom, it’s an animated video.” He paused. “I guess that’s the same thing. Although it’s really a video of a game somebody played, so it was an interactive cartoon.” “Well, anyway, if you like it, it’s fine, I guess,” I said, looking at h...

I opened the front door before Tony could knock. “How’d you…?” he started to ask. “Shhhhh,” I whispered, a finger to my lips. “Come with me.” Tony, Jen’s husband, and I had had sex before, twice if you included a hand job on the Fourth of July at their swimming pool. We both expected this to be time number three. I should probably add that Jen was OK with it, long story already written. I led him upstairs by the hand. “Wh...

Toby stood at my laptop again, naked except for a t-shirt, masturbating. His shorts and underwear were on the floor. This wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last in these stuck-at-home COVID days. He’d pushed my chair out of the way and positioned himself to the left of my computer. He’d moved everything out of the direct path his cock was pointing to. Toby watched a video and I moved next to him to see what it...

It was the Fourth of July at Jen’s house. My friend Jen and her daughter, Katie, and her husband, Tony, were in their backyard with my son, Toby, and me. At least three of us had been together fairly often the past month or two, our COVID-constrained friends and us. You might have read about them already. Their backyard put mine to shame. Mainly, they had a pool, but also a nicer grill and some lawn and some plumeria tree...

Yes, baby, cum for me! I’m rubbing my cunt so fast now. Fingering my clit. Cum for me! I want it! im cummmming I’d been chatting, so to speak, with Mike in Lushstories and, well, what I wrote was mostly true and I was pretty sure that what he wrote was entirely true. We’d been doing this for about a half an hour. After we were both settled down again (I hadn’t cum, but the night was still young), I posed my question: So I...