All characters are over eighteen.Thank you to all the people who replied in the comments and by email. Out of those replies I have come up with a storyline that I hope you like. Keep the comments coming and tell me where you would like the story to go from here. Again, I have not

My name is Sarah Temple. I want you to know, as I write this down, that I never intended for any of this to happen. I never sought any of this. It was curiosity, and an innocent curiosity at that. I also want to preface everything by saying that I don’t consider myself a gullible

“Honey, why did you sleep on the sofa?” She leaned down to plant a kiss his forehead, but he pushed her away. She stood staunch upright. “Maybe we need to talk.””I’ll say,” he sat up and placed his head in his hands.She sat down next to him and put a comforting arm on his shoulder.Rather

“Hey, I’m home”No answer”So, what’s the plan for dinner.”Again, no response.”Hey!””What? I already ate.” She replied with a dismissive tone, her eyes plastered to her phone.”Alright… so, what about me?”All I got in response was a half-hearted shoulder shrug, still busy typing away, her eyes laser-focused on the device in front of her.I didn’t bother

Chapter 1: The ApproachA few months had passed since my fantasy with Paul and Zoey manifested in reality. I was reflecting on the experience and how that one encounter had brought us closer than ever before. About a week after that first night, I setup the opportunity for Zoey to have sex with Paul. I

Considering that my marriage has just been eleven months old, I think I still qualify as a newlywed. I married a very kind and pragmatic man who was also incredibly generous. He did everything on his own to develop his property and business, rather than taking inheritance. He has recently purchased a brand-new 5BHK apartment

The road was just beyond the woods, the pub a hundred yards further on, and a few minutes later we were sitting at a table looking at the menu. “What do you fancy, Amy?” I queried.”I think… the gammon,” she judged.”And I’d like fish and chips,” Beth requested.I went to the bar to order —

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. This was to teach him a lesson, nr 1 of many. Here we continue Miss Irene’s teachings.The series is about a

“I’m coming! Uhhh.”I was on top of Paul in our bed. His rock-hard cock buried deep inside my pussy in the last throws of pumping out his cum inside of me. My body was slowly relaxing from my second orgasm of the night. I looked to my left where Zoey had been only a few

Author’s note : Hey guys! This is my first story here and I’m excited to share it with you. If you liked the first chapter please leave a comment with your thoughts and suggestions. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, but please be kind and respectful.*All characters are over 18*It was 10 pm on a Friday

Music and laughter filled The Banshee’s Mule — our local pub. Dad belched as he returned with another round of tall, frothy ales. Our cosy corner was slightly shielded from the noise. It was good to have spent some time with the old man. I didn’t live that far away, but I seldom visited home

Everyone is 18+ A young man falls in love with both his sister and mother crossing a line.Crossing a Line.It was the last week of May 2015; we had our nineteenth birthday party lined up like we do every year for June seventh, just after the school year; our birthdays are four days apart. However

Jesse’s Story — Pt 02I woke in the morning to the feel of soft hands running over my back and ass. Slowly, lying on my side, I opened my eyes. Mother was lying beside me, facing me, my eyes looked into hers. She smiled and said, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?”.”Mmm,” I moaned.

My little sister, Joan, was kneeling over me, her hands on the bed, either side of my abdomen. She supported herself in an arch over my groin, terminating at the shapely vulva between her spread legs. She gazed intensely into my eyes. It was her turn.”If it’s pure practicality we’re talking about,” I said, “I

Her painted red nails slide further over my thigh, goosebumps rising as she gets closer and closer. She smirks as I hold my breath and rests her head on my shoulder in a move that might have otherwise been interpreted as familial affection. But after the last few days, we know it’s anything but platonic.

The biggest mistake I ever made was not listening to my mother when I was twenty years old and marrying Belinda. I guess that’s two mistakes. Belinda was so sexy but had clear ideas on how our marriage should work — ideas that left me with no say in the matter. She insisted I work

It had been a long stressful day. My mother, my Grandma and I had put my father to rest. Dad had been sick a long time but it was still very stressful for Mom. So it was understandable when I heard her crying at one AM in the morning. I stood out side her bedroom

Let me start by saying that I never intended to have sex with my mother.I was raised as a bit of a momma’s boy. I was always close to my mother, but never looked at her sexually, at first.I’m not sure when I finally noticed that my mother was an attractive person. We often went

2023©Smuttyandfun All Rights ReservedHope you enjoy this next chapter. And thanks for reading! As always, your votes and comments are very much appreciated.Just so you know, everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen.I noticed the three of us were all smiles as we watched the parents board the cabin cruiser, to start

Is that the Truth GranddadGwen Davis shut the front door and walked up the street. She had shouted to Trevor her husband that she was going but as usual got no response. She had about a quarter of a mile to walk to her grand fathers cottage at the other end of the village it