Hank Foster was approaching the end of a long day. His company’s construction project downtown kept spawning problems. After leaving the work site, he stopped by the nursing facility where his wife, Hazel, was a patient. She had been in a coma for over tw...
“When will you be back?” Monica Bronson asked her husband Ralph the question with a well-practiced evenness in her voice. “I can’t be sure,” he replied as he pulled on his coat. “It depends on how well the negotiations go. But don’t expect me until mid-we...
Angie Prescott glanced in the rearview mirror as she drove her minivan along the interstate toward her hometown. She smiled to see her seventeen-year-old son Zach sleeping on the bench seat where, not half an hour ago, she and he had fucked. Zac, in many...
Zac read the text when he got to the locker room after his second workout of the day with his school’s football team. He had expected it after being away from home for a week at a premier clinic for star high school players. The organizers of the camp had...
Tony Gleason relaxed, his head nestled in a mountain of hotel pillows, and let his breath slowly return to normal. He was in good shape, only forty-two years old, but sex with a seventeen-year-old (eighteen in two months! she would say if she could read h...
I took the opportunity of getting out of bed to slip into the bathroom and relieve myself. Mom hadn't put on any clothes so I saw no need to do so either. I looked with amazement at my groin and thighs, covered in dried cum and pussy juice. This was indee...
Mom collapsed onto my chest, exhausted from her vigorous riding of my cock. I stared up at the ceiling, getting my own breathing under control. Her tits felt incredibly erotic pressed into the hair of my chest. My dick, still half-hard in her pussy, was a...
Before we go any further, let me set the scene for everyone. Our family lived in an average suburban development near a mid-sized city in the Midwest. My dad, Todd, was a bit older than Mom. He was forty-five years old, an engineer, with an above-average...
I admit that the sight of my mom fingering herself to orgasm was pretty distracting at school that day. I ended up jerking off twice in the restroom. As the time to head home drew closer, though, I began to feel nervous. Certainly Mom would confront me wh...
I can't tell you what started it. Maybe hormones. Maybe, as we'll see, genetics. Maybe just dumb luck. But something sparked in my mind one day - I suddenly saw my mother as a sexual being. I had experience with girls, but was still a virgin. Yet I was ha...
