In the corner of a shadow-soaked bedroom, the pile of blankets stirs. From within, the long breaths of a sleeping 20 year-old can just barely be heard. The air is dead and silent.Footsteps grow louder outside the door, which then swings open. A woman has already crossed half the span of the clothing-littered floor. Her

Sudden nausea washed over me as I knocked lightly on the door of the hotel room.After waiting for a few moments, I reached for the phone in my handbag, beginning to wonder if I had the right room number. As my fingers closed around it, I heard movement from the other side.Oh shit.I watched the

“Good morning, beautiful,” my dad smiled at me, showered and dressed, with a cup of tea in his hand.”Morning. What time is it?” I wondered, rubbing my sleepy eyes and yawning.”It’s early. Go back to sleep if you like. I’m helping our neighbour Mike erect that fence of his.””Can’t you stay with me?” I complained

This story is based in fantasy in many ways, but also a few truths. The funny thing is, this wasn’t the first thing I’ve had in my head to share now for years. It just landed up flowing out, though–so here it is. I would greatly welcome constructive criticism and perhaps when I get to

***All characters are over the age of 18***Danielle closed the door to the bathroom, her body still tingling from her fathers touch. ‘I can’t believe that just happened. I just fucked my dad’ She had fantasized about him before, but she never thought she was capable of that. She reached into the shower and turned

Prudence Tailleferre entered the D’Enfer home where her niece Justine and her nephew Justin lived with some trepidation. Justine’s return from Europe had been almost two months ago; Prudence had been left out of their lives almost from the instant Justine returned. There was one magic night with the three of them together right after

Julie couldn’t believe her eyes.But there it was, right in front of them.At first, those soft, brown and green tinted doe eyes couldn’t even blink. Her mouth was slightly open and crooked ajar. She was frozen. She couldn’t breathe. And finally, she swallowed the lump in her throat and lightly inhaled.Was she really looking at

My Daughter1It happened before my divorce. My wife as usual was not at home. Out again on some important trip to who knows where for her job. I had been cleaning the house all day and my daughter had not made an appearance. At eighteen, still living under our roof, I thought she should at

Lilly and I start to build a profile for this dating site POF. We start with my description first. Ok, first line, hmm. John Brown, age 56, 6′ tall, 230 lbs. interested in? Hmm? Women, for sure. Casual hookups, nothing serious. Casual hookups? Lilly said I don’t think that casual hookups are allowed to be

Lindsey wandered up a winding set of stairs toward the pool outside their guest villa, brooding over her confrontation with her mother. It had been the latest of many such arguments. Most arose from the same provocation, and that was her mother’s devil-may-care encouragement of promiscuity.Elaine insisted that what Lindsey needed to heal from the

Most of this chapter is a bit of a diary of Ellen’s visit. So, it does progress a bit slowly with details. Until….Six months later, I found myself standing at the arrival gate of Ellen’s flight at LAX late morning on a Thursday. We had kept our promises to each other. Letters describing our lives…

Kelly tried to come up with an explanation for why her 18-year-old sister, Emma, had just found a pair of their mother’s panties with a damp crotch on her bedroom floor and the room smelling of sex. The reality was she and their mother had just had sex and her mother had missed her panties

All characters are at least 18 years old.——KeithI hadn’t met up with my friends since the night I’d cum down my brother’s throat. Part of me was terrified that they somehow knew, that I would be exposed as a freak. I mean, it was pretty twisted, right? My brother dressed up as a cute girl

A Gift for Scott – by 6EroticWanderingMind9 — Copyright © 2023During the period when our son Scott was growing up, I continually told him how handsome he was and he would always respond by saying thank you, but that he didn’t think he was any different from many of his friends.I lightheartedly told him, that

‘The little bastard!’Amy snuck one hand across his mouth, the other under the waistband of his jeans, and jerked him backward from the cracked open door he’d been peering through. Tim jumped with shock and tripped over his feet because Amy pulled him so hard. Still, she managed to keep him upright, and stifle the

It was then Kathy found herself thinking about the one thing she just now realized she missed the most.Standing up, she told Maria to grab a glass from the cupboard. As she held it under her mother’s breasts, Kathy expressed milk into the glass, almost half full. “Hmmm” she thought “that should do”.Telling Maria to

It has been a few years since writing Brotherly Duties: The Next Day and many years since the original Brotherly Duties was submitted. Both accounts of when my sister and I first got together seemed to be well received and should probably be read prior to reading this installment. I finally took the time and

Uncle Bobby could not wait for my mother to leave each night to work before he would come to my room. Honestly I could not wait either, the thought of his thickness still makes me throb with want. Tonight however was going to be something I had never expected. He left me a note this

Yes, this is another Mom (Mum) and Son story. If you want a quick story and climax do not read this story. It starts with a small stakes poker game that escalates into much more. If you are under 18 or easily offended do not read any further.I am 19, my Mom is 41 and

“Foster! No! Don’t you… Frick, frick, frick!” Nev hissed, leaning forward beside and pounding the buttons of the controller harder or much louder.I grinned at her, she was cute, really really cute actually. (Not quite the “type” I’d gone for in years past but cute enough and cool enough that I didn’t think I cared.)