“Oh Daddy!” I squealed as I hugged him. “I have not seen you in years.”
“I know my little Sweet Sweet,” he looked me up and down. “You’ve grown into a beautiful woman.”
I knew I was not the same as I was when I was nine. My parents divorced when I was 7 and we all ended up moving to different states. I came back to my hometown for I knew home is where the heart is. I bought the three-bedroom house we use to live in from our renters. I am doing well for a girl of 19. (Plus our house was pretty much paid off as it was. Parents were saving it for me.)
“Oh, do come in Daddy. Would you like some coffee?” I asked him.
“I-er- coffee? Yes, yes I would like some,” he stammered. (more…)
I didn’t think I was normal at first, and not for a long time after that. I mean, boys don’t fantasize about their mother, do they? Well, I didn’t think so at the time.
It started about as soon as I was old enough to do it. It’s not hard to imagine why. She was a young boy’s ideal; an intoxicating combination of warm smile, sweet smell, and full breasts.
The pictures that turned me on were the ones that resembled her in some way. Maybe just the color of their hair resembled hers, or they looked more like women than girls. The girls that turned me on were almost always curvy. I was always proud that she was my mother, especially when the other guy’s eyes widened when they saw her.
We always got along and I thought she was a good mom. She worked hard, but she never threw it in my face. I hardly ever asked her for anything after reaching my early teens, because I knew she would get it for me. We didn’t have a lot of money but somehow she would work enough to get me what I wanted. That’s probably why my first sustained sexual fantasy was one in which I did ask her for something. (more…)
I am diabolical. Brilliant, but diabolical. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but I don’t have anyone else to tell now. I mean, why go through all the effort if you’re the only one who gets to enjoy it. You see, my plan was perfect and if it wasn’t for old Saint Nick, I would have gotten away with it. Well, I guess I should tell you the story first, its long and I don’t have much time left now.
It all started nineteen years ago. My wife and I had recently been wed and were living a happy life. There were no complaints from either of us. We made great money, had great sex, and were both young and attractive. That was the life. There was no question in my mind that I was content. It kept going that way, until one year, we went home for Christmas. Although my wife wouldn’t find out, it was the strangest Christmas that I ever could have imagined. I found out that my sisters were having sex with my father.
Honestly, it was a complete accident. I just couldn’t sleep one night with all the excitement of the holidays and went downstairs to get some milk. To my dismay, there were my two beautiful older sisters having sex with my father. They did it for hours, the three of them. He was all dressed up in his red velvet Santa costume for the season and they were busy playing with the package he had for them. My oldest sister, Lucy, was sitting on his head, and Sally, the next in line, was crouched between his fur covered boots giving him a blowjob to celebrate the season. (more…)
Drought is an awful thing. But, Zack had faced this monster before and figured his plant and landscape business would survive even though his shrubs looked very sad at the moment. The drought in the weather, though, couldn’t compare with the drought in his sex life. Watering the plants could help them but there was not much in his sexual future.
It seemed as though every lady he found interesting was already taken. One or two would have given him a quick roll in the hay as at 5′11″ and 180 pounds with a sculptured body they found him attractive. But, he hadn’t grown quite that desperate yet. If nothing happened in about two more weeks he would surely look up one of these lusty ladies.
Zack’s twin sister, Zoey, owned the interior design store next to Zack’s nursery. They had built their businesses on a parcel of land their parents had given them. Both businesses were flourishing and they often referred customers to each other. Also on the same piece of land were their houses which were located behind each of their businesses facing the street on the next block over. (more…)
Zee is my mother. I wanted to say that right up front because I want to tell my story straight. Anyway there aren’t a lot of places you can tell a story like this unless people know what it’s about beforehand so it seems silly to write half the story and then say “Oh by the way…” Who’s surprised?
Zee is what everyone calls Zara Beth and she’s lovely. This is going to sound corny but there is a glow about her. Maybe it’s because of her coloring: fair skin with pinkish hues running from her cheeks to her breasts to her thighs. She has very full breasts. I’m somewhat ashamed to admit this but the first thing I look at in a woman are her breasts. My mother has beautiful breasts but it’s not the first thing even a clod like me notices; it’s her smile. More corn coming: when she smiles at you, it lights you up. (more…)
Life is full of strange twist and turns. Like the twist that brought me back to my hometown to live with my older sister, Cheryl. I never thought a circumstance would arise where I would find myself invading her privacy. But, she had just gotten divorced and was having trouble making ends meet and I had been laid off from my job as the company moved my job out of the country.
Luckily I had found a lower paying job back home but neither of us could make it on our own so Cheryl invited me to move in with her. We had always gotten along very well and as a kid I had always looked up to her as she was three years older than me. Even in my college years she became the girl of my fantasies when I masturbated.
Her clothes clung to her five and a half foot frame accenting her wide hips and large ass perfectly and usually showing a fair amount of cleavage between her large grapefruit sized titties. Cheryl never had trouble getting a date. In fact, she often would have a waiting list. While the guys ogled her body her personality was even more attractive to them. (more…)
I was living in my parents house one winter because I was in between locked ward confinements, and, though not enough of an outlaw to have an actual price on my head, I was enough of a one to make living outside the family milieu difficult at best. I was in my 20’s and had a neuroses now widely known but unrecognized back then by the quacks. I also suffered from a small number of other disorders but nothing really physically disabling, in fact, for a neurotic young man of aesthetic temperament and criminal tendencies my physical health has always been robust.
In the circumstances it was the safest and cheapest place to live. It was a disorderly house. That is to say I was not the only habitant with antisocial tendencies. I was once in the recieving cell down at the local police station awaiting transport to the nuthouse and overheard 3 coppers telling a new chum about us lot. Someone’d left the passthrough slot (belts, shoelaces, wallets & whatnot) open and they were chatting in the next cantora over, bragging to him about the fact they’d once had a situation in which there’d been outstanding arrest warrants against all - of us, individually, mother & father included, and had’nt done a thing about it other than occasionally watch us go about our daily business of dealing drugs, drunk driving, driving sans this and that bit of paperwork, fracas and assault, fraud et alia. (more…)
Daddy had shown me something new, something exciting, and every day I would crawl into bed and play with myself. I had never done it before, I was hesitant at first, but quickly I became more comfortable with running my fingers through my pussy, settling firmly on my little clit. I learned what made me feel good, how to grind my hips into the bed, to let myself moan and call out, to slip my fingers deep into my pussy. I used the handle of my hairbrush in my cunt as I rubbed my clit, pushed it in and pulled it out, as deeply as felt comfortable. Over the course of the week, when I first got home from school and went to do my homework, and at night after everyone went to bed, I would furtively rub myself, and pull at my nipples, until finally I became more and more comfortable with letting myself go, letting orgasm slip over my body, rush through my brain. It was such a wonderful feeling I wanted it all the time.
That Saturday night, I made myself cum, my fingers slipping between my small, wet pussy and my firm clit, bouncing and grinding against the bed, small pants “oh..oh..oh” issuing from my lips, softly so my family couldn’t hear me, and then I fell asleep deeply, the satisfying slumber of orgasm. And then I was gently waking up. It was happening again. I was cold, I could feel the airconditioning across my body, and my legs were being pulled apart. It was daddy.
Alice was tired of daddy’s girlfriends. Yes has been two years since mommy died and in all that time she never got used to some of the women whom he had wanted to be his next wife. Her father worked as an elevator engineer during the day and usually fell asleep on the couch in the evening. He was 21 and in college when he met her mom Kelly. Kelly was 16 and lovely. He did not expect to fall in love with such a young woman but she was too sweet not want her hand. Despite their difference in age, their lovemaking was wild and before Kelly turned 17 she was pregnant with Alice. They were both happy with the upcoming birth and despite their family’s objection they got married. Life was good for them. Her father’s income was handsome and they bought their first house when her mom was only 21.
Life was wonderful for her parents. Like all good marriages they worked and saved, traveled and stayed home and both wanted more children. When Alice was 12 Kelly informed her daughter was going to be a big sister. Alice could not be happier and helped prepare the house for her new sister. All was going to change in their life until one terrible afternoon. Alice was to be picked up at school after cheerleading practice, but mom never made it. At a stop light a few blocks from Alice’s school an eighty year old man hit her mom’s car head one. He was driving a new huge sports utility with only a few miles on it. His previous car had been demolished in an earlier accident with a tractor trailer. It was not his first accident. He had been a more that a few in the last few years but he believed his right to drive was more important that other people’s safety. Kelly paid the price for this man’s right to drive when he hit her head on. She was killed instantly but the old fool luckily walked away with out a scratch. (more…)