I was eighteen years old when my mother died in 1999. It left me and my dad to carry on life without her. She was only forty and my dad was forty-five. It was tough for both of us, as you can probably imagine, but for dad it left a hole in his heart, burdening

The events I’ve narrated, took place over 30 years ago. I’ve recollected them to the best of my ability. The names have been changed for privacy. I’ve also explained cultural context, describing hidden customs and meanings, in family dynamics.# Abbreviations:1: Bhabi (Brother’s wife)2: Devar (Husband’s younger brother)3: Jeth (Husband’s Older brother)4: BIL (Brother in law)5.

Characters:I, Steve, 18 years oldMy Dad’s soon-to-be-wife, Irene, 43 years oldIn the first part, Miss Irene had poor Steve jerk off in front of her as she played with her huge silicone tits.In part two Miss Irene’s lesson intensified and turned into a cock-craving MILF, and she signed up to do webcam shows. In the

Jack and Jena were the only children born to a very wealthy family. Jack had recently graduated high school and Jena, two years his senior, had been away for college. That summer their parents pulled them all together to vacation during summer break, christening their newly purchased super yacht.Although the siblings got along for the

I don’t know how to categorize this. It’s a stroker, but it’s also psychological? Very niche. Very fetish. Freud would have a field day with this one. Buttstuff. Buttstuff everywhere. But, also not?Also, I very much want to clarify: This is in no way endorsing fucked up cult shit, and this is a very fucked