Like virtually every young man growing up, I was a raging mass of hormones during my late teenage years. As a result of my upbringing and the heavy-handed morality of church and society, I was likewise conflicted. This was the sixties. Ozzie and Harriet slept in separate beds on their family TV show, and their sons Ricky and Eddie were pillars of wholesomeness, unlike anyone I knew. But at the same time, sexual boundaries...

Nick stared in wonder at the painting before him. The Kandinsky was an amazing chaos of color and stood out from the others in the museum. As he studied the random paint patterns, he felt a presence behind him. He turned slightly and quickly glanced over his shoulder. A tall redheaded woman was similarly gazing at the masterpiece. "Incredible, isn't it?" Her beautiful face was a study of concentration as her eyes roamed o...

Erin Lovejoy's invitation for Jerry to move in with her and live more or less as a married couple was exciting and a cause for concern to him. At seventy, he had settled into a mundane and slightly boring lifestyle. But recent events after meeting Erin had turned his world upside down. After the death of his wife, Grace, the year before from cancer, it had taken him months to get over her death and resume a normal life al...

So the Rubicon had been crossed. Trish had sex with a total stranger while Dan, her husband, watched. Everything had worked out as planned, except for one thing: Trish wanted more. She found that she loved the role of a hotel slut. It was an acting job that seemed to flow naturally once she started. Her victim, Vince, had left with a smile on his face and despite the brevity of their encounter, Trish had gotten off with t...

Dan and Trish lay like spoons in their king-sized bed. The fan above them provided little relief from the summer heat, but their sweat was caused mainly by the sexual gymnastics they had just completed moments before. The bedcovers were still bunched at the foot of the bed and their naked forms glistened in the dim lamplight. Trish felt exhausted. She had experienced an orgasm some twenty minutes into their copulation. St...

When Thomas finally joined Janet in bed, he tried to avoid waking her. He harbored guilty feelings about fucking his neighbor, Kate, and hoped to avoid a confrontation. His stepmother had seemed nonplused upon his arrival, but she also had a knowing smirk that could have meant many things. It wasn't as if Thomas and Janet were in a romantic relationship. Even though their bond was as a stepmother and stepson, it was more...

Janet felt her stepson's thick cock snuggling against her backside as she awoke in the middle of the night. As is sometimes the case, she fought to get back to sleep, unsuccessfully. Her brain was flooded with thoughts as she tried to dismiss the guilt that seemed to be creeping under the covers. Since arriving at this pristine, tropical location, much had transpired. What started as innocent flirting progressed to fondli...

Janet slept soundly but her stepson tossed and turned as he anticipated the surprise that awaited him the following day. His lesson in cunnilingus had been so successful that Janet had promised him something special. He could only guess what that might be, and he hoped it would have something to do with fucking his stepmother. He looked over at her naked body next to him and marveled at her perfect form. In the moonlight...

So their storybook vacation was off to a good start for both stepmother and son. The combination of tropical beaches, warm Caribbean water, and gorgeous sunsets provided all the ingredients for a "pinch me if this is real" experience. Of course, when one adds in the sensual element of guiltless sex, the picture is complete. Or, almost so. Both Janet and Thomas enjoyed carefree days by snorkeling along the coral reefs, kay...

Thomas lay on Janet's bed, marveling at the recent chain of events and catching his breath. His thick cock glistened with a mixture of saliva and cum from the fellatio he had just received. An hour before he had never had a blowjob, but that bucket list item could now be checked off. His stepmother had taken the initiative, and his wildest dreams and prayers had been answered. When she related that she had seen him mastur...

Janet sat up in a daze. She had awakened from a vivid dream and was momentarily unfamiliar with her new surroundings. A tropical breeze blew through an open window and colorful birds flitted about the jungle vegetation outside the bungalow. It was only seven in the morning but already the temperature was in the high seventies. Thank goodness for a breeze. The air smells of fetid earth and tropical flowers. She rolled out...

Thomas studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror critically. He looked down as his erection continued to rage despite his attempts to make it disappear. His embarrassment when his stepmother noticed it was palpable. Fuck! I can't believe I got a visible erection in front of my stepmother. His Speedos could barely contain the large sausage seeking escape. He rolled the waist down and exposed his thick cock. It swung ob...

The funeral was officially a thing of the past. That didn't mean that the mourning was over, but Thomas was happy to have the last few weeks done with. The death of his father, Glen, and subsequent events surrounding his sudden illness had exhausted both him and his stepmother. Despite the kindness of friends and neighbors, the preparations for the funeral and memorial had been emotionally and physically draining for both...

For the time being, I felt reasonably secure that Vivian and I could proceed without worrying about age baggage. Our gap in years disappeared as our relationship progressed, at least in our eyes. Others probably wondered what she saw in an old geezer, but the few men and women my age who frequented the pool area must have thought I was either loaded or hung like a horse. I did nothing to dispel any mythical viewpoints the...

So, after seven decades of life on earth, I suddenly found myself at least temporarily in a relationship with a gorgeous and voluptuous twenty-something-year-old. Of course, in my younger days, I had a bit of a wild side, but those memories were mere shadows now. Before marriage, I had tasted the pleasures of probably a dozen or so women, especially during the seventies when attitudes opened up and the "free love" movemen...