It was supposed to be a normal wanking session. I would skim through videos until I found one to my liking. I would preview the video from the thumbnail. If I like the woman in it judging only from the thumbnail, if the woman is a plump brunette with what I describe as 'housewife curves', I would open it to take a look. I followed the same process at that time. But I would never imagine the woman in the video would be my...
My name is Carol. I am currently fifty years old and I am entering a new phase of life. My son has recently married and he has started his own life. His wife is now there to support him. But for the past few decades, I have been a loving mother to my son. I made sure he was always happy and content. I had been fucking Tom’s school friend, Jake, for several weeks (see Part 8). His stamina had improved a lot and I was enjoy...
Jessica I drove my Land Rover Evoque into the garage, pushed the button to close the door, and walked into the house. After I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine, I went upstairs to my bedroom. When I got there, I kicked off my heels, took off the skirt to my suit, hung it up, unbuttoned my blouse, and unhooked my bra. I slipped on a tank top and a pair of shorts, added the blouse and bra to my hamper, and th...
Friday, June 7. Memorial Day had come and gone and summer went into full swing along the coast. Kids were freed from school and beaches filled up with people, traffic, noise and chaos. Linda Anderson, as was her habit this time of year, managed to back away from a stressful job as a senior legal secretary to take her son Billy and kid sister Sarah to the small coastal village of Port Edmund for a four-day weekend. This fa...
The events from the previous night were a bit fuzzy. I didn't really remember much after calling Dad a pussy. When I woke up Sunday morning, still on the mattress in the guest bedroom, someone's arm was draped over me. It was Beth's. Her naked body pressed firmly against me as she spooned me with her arm wrapped over my side. Her hand slid down the front of my body and grabbed my morning wood the moment I stirred. "Mornin...
The following Friday evening I again sat down with Johnny. He looked nervous. “Are you ready for this?” I asked him. “I think so,” he said with a tremor in his voice. “Don’t just think so,” I cautioned him. “You have to know so, you have to be confident. You’re going to be the Master, so act like it. Don’t ask, just tell her what you want her to do. Understand?” “Yes, Sir, I do.” He was wearing jean shorts, a polo, and sa...
I was at my favorite position, to the right of the stickman, at the craps table in my favorite casino. My long-time Significant Other/submissive was at home, as she usually was on the Friday evenings when I played craps; the game was only open on Friday and Saturday evenings. It was fairly early in the evening and the table wasn't crowded. A woman came up to the table and took the spot next to me. I noted absent-mindedly...
I saw the flare of a cigar in the darkness behind Mom and Beth's seats. Dad's face glowed red as he took a long draw from his cigar. An ear-to-ear smile was visible on his face. He had been peeing in the bushes and heard what Beth had said. The ladies had joined me on the outdoor sofa. It wasn't much bigger than a loveseat, so Beth threw her arm around my shoulder, and she squeezed in. When the men returned, Dad started p...
My name is Michael, I'm thirty-five, and I live in the hottest part of the South. About five years ago, my parents unexpectedly split up after nearly forty years of marriage. My Dad moved out and my aunt Jodie, my mom's unmarried younger sister, moved in. There's always been rumors about why Jodie is still single in her sixties, but I always saw it as none of my business. Last year on my mom's birthday, I decided to take...
All this happened during summer break of my sophomore year in college. I was back home for the summer until fall semester started. I'm not sure why I spied on them that night because I'd never had any sexual thoughts about any of my family members. It just kind of happened. I still think about it sometimes, and the memory is still fresh. It was a little after midnight on some random July Wednesday night in a suburb of a l...
Beth and I were awakened by her phone buzzing. She answered, "Hello, Bob." "Good morning, hun," Bob replied. "You've probably heard that we'll be home around five." "I'll be here when you get in." Beth slipped when she responded, saying here. "Um. If you're saying what I think you are, I'm okay with that," he said. "He's a good kid, and after last night. I am okay with anything. See you tonight." "I love you, Bob," Beth s...
It's been about a month since that weekend with Mom. She and I were playing it safe because Dad wasn't working overtime, so he could make most of my practices and games. The other reason Mom had been keeping me at arm's length was it was their upcoming anniversary. She didn't want to have to explain her lack of libido and sore private parts to him. Apparently, she was quite sore after that weekend that we spent fucking. M...
The warm afternoon sun slanted through the living room window, creating a streak of golden light across the floor. Ben lounged on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through his phone while the muffled hum of vacuuming drifted from the other room. Brooke, his mother, appeared in the doorway, her sleeves rolled up and a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. With a hand on her hip, she called out over the noise of the vacuum...
On Sunday, I was going to mow the lawn and then help Mom clean out the garden, but by sheer luck, one of Dad's buddies called to ask if he could go golfing. Dad stood there with his phone in his hand, staring at Mom for permission to go. "That's fine," Mom said, giving me a look. We knew that he would be gone till dinner time, if not later. "Call on your way home to see if we need anything." My dad scrambled to get change...
Normally, I would have driven to school, but it was my last football season, and I chose to ride my bike instead for the extra workout. I rode my bike home from high school after football practice Friday night, covered in dirt and sweat. I was immediately suspicious when Mom tried to hug me at the door when I walked in. We hadn't hugged in years—not since I hit puberty. I definitely didn't hug her after I started having w...
