The last few weeks had been grueling for Trista as she finished squaring all the details for her move. With her sister's help, her nephew Silas and his friends, the hard work had paid off. In two short days and one day before her sister flew back east, Trista would set out on her journey to move her small family. Thankfully Silas had agreed to help his aunt drive so long they kept an endless supply of beef jerky and Dr. P...

Another beautiful day as the morning has broken to a new family home. A baby was crying in the crib. That suddenly awakened the mother who panicked and rolled over towards the edge of the bed only to fall on the floor with her butt first. “Owwww!” Julia Bar, a mother of two, or rather three, had an eight-month-old baby girl, a seven-year-old son and a twenty-year-old step-son. She got up and rubbed her rear while she atte...

We went on several lake trips with them and our little ones, however, this one-weekend dad asked if we could get my stepsister to watch the little ones and have an adult's only trip this time. I didn't even think about it. I agreed and thought no more about it. We got everything ready early and headed up to the lake. We arrived, transferred everything and unloaded the boat. We went out and did all the things you do, look...

After I passed my first semester with flying colors, I decided to start living a little and tanked semester number two and I quit school. I started working full-time at a local body repair shop and rented a house not far from my childhood home. About a year and a half later I met and subsequently married a hot little number that I still cater to today. That brings me to when I started bringing a “partner in crime.” Living...

The next Fall, I started college and these events started to be fewer and farther between. Seeing her naked or, nearly, in person-was not happening as often as before. They still went camping and on short vacations and I would come home and house-sit for them. Now, dad had just got a satellite dish, one of those eight-foot-diameter, big, beastly eyesores, but it got Playboy Channel and many other adult broadcasts on the “...

We had a workshop behind the house. Separating the house from the shop area and neighbors, we had built a privacy fence at the immediate back of the house. It had to be done when dad's workshop took off and business grew. It was fairly high, but you could tell if someone was there if you stood in the right spot. She would lay out in the nude all the time, anytime it was sunny and warm. If dad was home or not, he would be...

I started treating her more friendly than I had before. As time passed and I became more observant of this woman. I would stand near her and “accidentally” bump into her, graze up against her backside moving around the kitchen or hallway. Touch legs as we were sitting on the sofa. Seemingly small things, but incredible for me. She smelled wonderful, even when sweating. She started wearing even skimpier clothes and I start...

When I was sixteen, my father got remarried to this total bitch. I couldn’t stand to even hear her voice. She was pretty enough: blonde, 5’6”, cute butt and small breasts. I could do nothing right in her eyes; it drove me nuts. Her two little angels from her previous marriage were always getting their way and I was invisible when it came to home life. As the years progressed, so did my ire towards the three of them, but w...

The doorbell rang. I sprang to my feet and answered it. Upon opening the door, I was greeted by my husband’s ex-wife, Lucy, and their sixteen-year-old son, Danny. Danny’s eyes locked onto mine. He stared at me with that familiar gaze I’d seen so many times before, a look of longing and admiration. It had been a couple of months since I had last seen Danny, and, I must admit, I was quite taken aback by his adult appearance...

Emma Luca was a middle-aged woman with a sixteen-year-old son and a bad need for a husband, or so she felt. She wanted security for herself and, of course, for her son. She was determined to find a man who could provide what she needed, even if it meant fucking an old man who could still get it up. With time, she was sure she had found the right man, and he wasn’t all that bad. He was a small wiry man who was partially ba...

  ...   New message from Sandra — Don’t forget what we talked about! Go talk to Aaron. Luv you. ... I read the text message from my wife and put back the phone in my pocket. Aaron was her son. After living with his father for a few years when he was a teenager, he came back to his mom’s at the beginning of the summer, as we were living closer to his college. I never had children with my first wife, so kids were not my spe...

My name is Phillipe Andre, and I am thirty-five years old. I am staying at my father's villa in the South of France. I am single and work as a writer for a publicist in London. My mother died of cancer ten years ago, and it took my father a while to get it over it and move on. Six months ago, my father rang me to say that he had met a beautiful woman named Monica Lopez from Scilly and that they'd eloped. Obviously, I was...