Cathy was thoughtful as she drank her morning coffee. Ken seemed to have changed, the sex they had last night was more passionate than she could remember in a long time. It could have been an accident, but at one point when she was riding him, his fingertip pushed slightly into her little-puckered hole. The thrill she had felt had almost given her an early orgasm. Another first was, as his climax broke, instead of using h...

Ken quietly put his key in the front door and opened it. He had been halfway to his office when he remembered he had left the contract he had been working on the night before on his study desk. He wasn't trying to be sneaky; he just didn't want to wake his wife. He and Cathy had been watching a late show on television and he knew she would probably still be asleep. As he tiptoed down the hall, he hears voices coming from...

Jean watched the teenage girl licking her hand. The hand that minutes before had been wrist deep inside her now satisfied cunt. Although her own sexual appetite was, for the moment, placated, she could see by the state of her son Rory's raging hard on that his was far from it. She also knew as soon as the two teenagers started to fuck she would be getting aroused again. “Time for that cock of yours to find its way into a...

Jean looked at the text on her phone. ‘Becky and I both have a lecture-free afternoon. How about I bring her home for a lesson?’ Jean felt the itch in her groin start. This is just what she hoped would happen, her son, whom she had taught the art of fucking and a seventeen-year-old cock virgin. Rory had told her that Becky had popped her own cherry with one of her mother's dildos, but never had a cock slid up her. 'Bring...

Over the next week, Jean and her son Rory seemed to spend every spare minute either fucking, sucking, or fingering each other. Like a broken dam, every ounce of lust in them seemed to pour out and flood their entire lives. “Penny for them,” Jean said as she looked at her naked son lying beside her on her bed. It had been another frantic bout of fucking, the second that day. “Penny for what, mum?” “For your thoughts, babe,...

After Jean and her son Rory had talked over the embarrassment of their masturbation encounter, Jean knew this was only the start of an exciting period in both their lives. She knew that in common with most boys his age, not only would he shoot his load too soon, he would, without guidance, leave his partner unfulfilled and frustrated. Jean was determined this was not going to be the case with her son. “Let's take care of...

Rory stretched his naked body out on his bed. Slowly he stroked his seventeen-year-old cock. He was careful not to stroke too fast; he didn't want to cum yet. The sounds of his forty-year-old mother masturbating in her room floated through the thin wall separating their bedrooms. Jean was every schoolboy's dream of a sexy older woman. A little over five-foot-three, slim, blond, and with perfectly shaped thirty-four-inch t...

As Sarah started to unpack her belongings, Mary explained her duties to her. “I am the madam’s personal maid, but there will be times when you will have to take care of things she wants to be done. You will have to make the beds and tidy the rooms used by her or Sir Charles, and their guests. Miss Chambers, the housekeeper is in charge of all servants, I usually keep her rooms tidy, but again there will be times when you...

Darrington Hall was an impressive building set in its own grounds and the first in the area to have the new-fangled electric light fitted in some of the larger rooms. Sir Charles Darrington was particularly pleased with himself for that, and as the summer of 1884 turned into autumn he looked forward to outsiders seeing his windows ablaze with its light. “Come,” Sir Charles looked up as following a timid knock his study do...

In common with many university students, Jane had a summer job to bolster her finances. As she let herself into the empty house she shared with her mother, her only thought was to take a shower and get the smell of fried food from her hair. As the naked, showered girl padded from the bathroom to her own room, she heard the phone ringing in her mother's bedroom. Thinking maybe her mum was checking she had got home okay Jan...

Rosie and George had dressed after their fuck and suck session and were sitting together on the sofa watching television when they heard the front door open. “I’m home, and I've got a surprise,” Mary called out as she walked up the hall. Rosie's mouth dropped open as her aunt came into the room. She was followed by a smiling man. If her Uncle George hadn't been sitting next to her, she would have sworn it was him. “I don'...

After their early morning sexual adventures, aunt and niece lay side by side with Rosie’s head on Mary's chest as the older woman stroked her hair. “That was wonderful, auntie, best I have ever known,” Rosie whispered “It will get even better, sweetheart, you have your uncle’s cock to come yet.” “We have him together tonight, auntie?” “Yes, but I have an idea I think you are going to like,” Mary said. Rosie snuggled tight...

“Hi Keith, been a while,” Sandy said as she answered the phone. It had been nearly a year since she had spoken to her ex-husband. “What can I do for you?” “More the other way round, babe. Sorting out the loft, I came across all your old stuff from university. Figured you might want to have it.” Sandy was surprised that the sound of Keith's voice no longer upset her. She now knew they were wrong to have ever thought it cou...

Mary stood up and taking Rosie by the hand said. “Come with me sweetheart, we have a new world to explore.” With that, she led her niece to the bedroom she shared with her husband and stood by the edge of the large double bed. “Time for this to go,” she said and slipped out of her housecoat. Then reaching out to lift Rosie’s nightie off over her head. “Now two women as nature intended. No need to be shy, we both know what...

“I know it’s not what you had in mind for the summer holiday, Rosie, but the company is giving me a chance of a lifetime to see the American arm of the business, and says Mum can come with me, it is just too good to pass up,” Paul Johnson said as he smiled at his sixteen-year-old daughter. “Dad’s right, sweetheart, wish we could take you with us, but you don’t have a passport yet and there is no time to get you one,” Sand...