“Looking good, Joe!” Amy taunts from the porch, almost startling me off the ladder. Is it the Christmas lights I’m stringing up that she’s admiring? Or - yikes - my boner? I've been absentmindedly humming “Stacy’s Mom" by Fountains of Wayne, changing it to "Amy's Mom" in my head. I was so lost in erotic thoughts of Amy’s mom as I worked that I didn't notice Amy herself watching me. And my boner. Amy's boyfriend pulls into...

Dave had been drooling over Bob's new stepmom for months. They knew each other like the backs of their hands, so Dave knew that Beth's big titties had also caught Bob's eye. They both enjoyed watching them wiggle as she walked around the house in her skimpy outfits, flirting with her young men, as she called them. There had been more than one occasion when one or both had to excuse themselves to go jack off, usually when...

It was about midnight, the house was quiet, and I was bored out of my mind. I was only a few months from eighteen, and I was still saddled with the while you’re under my roof thing. So, out the window I went. A quick walk across the laundry room roof to the clothesline pole and a drop to the ground set me free. I didn’t have all that many options available to me. One of my friends who lived within reasonable walking dista...

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...

Dave’s place was an hour's drive from my place, in a little town just off the main highway. I arrived just after he finished breakfast to help him fix his truck, and his mom, Angie, insisted on making me some breakfast. I sat at the table and sipped coffee with Dave while she made me an omelette. The thick white robe she wore hugged her hips, and the sash being tied snugly pulled it in around her waist. Her big tits swaye...

After being given some time to think about the events of the previous weekend, I decided that I had overreacted. It was a pretty fun interaction after all, at least at the end. Best of all, however, was Mother’s reaction. I was glad that I got to see her facial expressions up close as she experienced her over-the-top orgasm. I did my best to keep Derek at bay, promising him a return engagement. I really didn’t want to inv...

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I wondered what Mom could have been thinking as she invited Derek to join us. My initial fear was that it would mean that I wouldn’t get any “alone time” with Mom on the couch. Then I realized that if something did happen, our new relationship could be publicly exposed. Panicked, I jumped in, “Mom, I’m sure Derek has better things to do than to hang out with us on Saturday night.”...

Once again I pulled into the yard and parked while confirming the boat was gone. Cheryl had said to be here for noon and it was now twelve on the dot. I jumped from my truck and strolled towards the pool looking for the lithe tanned body of my friend's mother, my cock already beginning to swell at the thought of her. I stood at the edge of the pool and watched as she slowly swam past and stopped at the far end of the pool...

'I want to fuck you. I want to bend you over the table and fuck you with a strap on so big that it makes Godzilla's dick look small.' This was what I was thinking as I sat casually sipping my double shot vanilla cold brew and listening to my best friend Stacey's mom drone on about inflation and how gluten is bad for everyone whether or not you have an intolerance. "You simply just shouldn't put that poison inside of you,...

A few nights later, our group was back at Julie’s house. Alyssa’s house. I’d be lying if I did not admit I was nervous to see her again. It had been seventy-two hours since our bathroom quickie and I was hoping she was still interested in having a secret affair. As usual, I walked into the house like I owned the place and turned right off the foyer into the kitchen. There was Alyssa at the sink washing a few dishes with h...

As a kid growing up in a typical suburb of Sacramento, I never thought much about my classmates who had divorced parents. In our highly conservative age-based community, it was rare for the 1970s, at least in my family's circle. Sure, there were a few kids in my elementary class whose parents had split up, but maybe three or four out of thirty of us. Julie moved into our neighborhood after her parents split, about the sec...