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“I am sick and tired of being treated like some little girl,” Dawn complained, stamping her 18-year-old foot in frustration. “Why can’t I go out and stay until midnight like David?” she asked. “He’s only 19.””Honey, I know you’re impatient to grow up and do all the things that go along with that,” Sara, her

Note: All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.Pulling up to my high school, my mom puts the car in park. I unbuckle my seatbelt and steal a quick glance at her cleavage before looking up at her smiling face. We lean towards each other and exchange pecks on the cheek. Mine, as

Florence knew she shouldn’t be doing it, at least she was fairly sure she shouldn’t. She couldn’t quite be sure that the parcel was addressed to her the name was slightly obscured by a smear of ink, it could have been for either of her sisters, Maxine and Beatrix. Opening the parcel Florence screamed.”Wow, where’s

I sat there stunned. Starring at the frozen screen. My niece, cradled in my mom’s arms.I looked down at the mess my orgasm had caused.”FUCK”! This time it was an expression of irritation, not shock.I stood up, still holding my deflating dick in my hand. I reached down pulling my jeans and underwear just above

Weekends with my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne were fast becoming the highlight of my college years. I was becoming very addicted to the sex I was experiencing at their home. I found myself increasingly eager for the week to be over so I could stay with them.Sometimes I would be thinking of them and

All characters are over eighteen years old.DELIVERYThe rain outside had been falling all that day. It was a misty, free-falling type that seemed more annoying than useful. The sun only broke through the clouds for seconds at a time. Catherine’s plans for home and yard cleaning while her husband was at work were put on

She was dressed and ready to enjoy her family when they returned. He was on the beach watching the sun sink on the western horizon after a couple of bumps on a bowl. It kept him ‘chill’ as the younger folks might say, plus it dulled the aches and pains he’d collected over the years.

A quick note: My stories aren’t for everyone. If you don’t like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word “mommy” in a sexual context), totally unrealistic scenarios, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! Vote and leave a comment if you want.