If Jenny Young thought that going to Further Education College after her O-levels would stop arguments about clothes, she was sadly mistaken. At sixteen, she considered herself quite the adult, and one September Saturday she had gone down to Carnaby Street to buy one of Mary Quant’s mini-skirts. The following Monday morning, she put it on prior to going to college. “You’re not going out wearing that!” was her stepmother’s...

I'd not stuck around last night after my dad had joined us, mainly because I was so bloody horny, especially after my fingers had abruptly slipped up inside Molly's silky wet vagina. That happened because we'd been startled by my dad, but thank god for the blanket covering us. I was now totally addicted to Molly and her body. She was still, for all intents and purposes, my step mum and had been since I was a teenager. But...

It had become a typical morning in our household, my dad stuffing his face with his breakfast before dashing out the door without saying a single word. He eagerly wanted to go outside because of his lift to work and his new work associate, Clare. My step mum Molly, who’s been with my dad since I was sixteen, hated this fact. It’s ironic when I think about it, that he cheated on my real mum to be with her back in the day,...

Scott Harris was a nineteen-year-old, good-looking guy with an amazing girlfriend. But he had a secret, a shameful secret. He had the hots for his new stepmother called Lorraine. Lorraine was like Monica Bellucci with long dark hair, huge bosoms, and a perfect body and face. Scott one day heard the shower running and quietly walked from his bedroom to the bathroom and peered inside. He saw the silhouette of his stepmother...

“Are you having an affair?” someone asked her at the gym. Joanna looked up to see her husband Sean standing in front of her. She cursed. She was in the middle of a squat, legs bent, butt jutting in the air, holding a heavy barbell behind her neck and shoulders. Some other gym members glanced at them as they strolled by. “Sean,” she warned him. “Not here.” “Are you or aren’t you?” She inhaled as she rose and lifted the bar...

She was in the middle of an urgent orgasm when the doorbell buzzed her phone. Joanna groaned at the bad timing. A delivery person, she decided. She rolled over on her belly, arm underneath her, hand between her legs, fingers hard at work. Her naked body flapped against the quietly creaking bed. Papers that were on the bed fell to the floor. Anxious to get this done, her moaning and sighing mutated into panting and whimper...

When Joanna, a thirty-six-year-old mother of three, finally opened the door, she greeted her guest with a predatory squint of her brown eyes and glorious cleavage. Target acquired. Her stepson’s face was tight. She could see Kit’s chest heave in a deep breath. And his eyes were squarely on her face, no doubt trying hard not to look down at the breasts ready to burst out of the lacey neckline of her cream white silk camiso...

It wasn’t long after I was married to my new husband that my stepson started using my holes every day. The worst of it all is that I love it. I cry when it happens sometimes but I always cum hard - unless he denies me to cum I’m a small Swedish woman, and my husband and stepson are both black and well endowed. I also think my husband knows about what his son does but he doesn’t do anything to stop it. This is how I was in...