Brian Wark was in a little bit of bother, he knew he had a way out and his only option was to take it, so he was. He had been trying his luck with his best mates mother, he had been under the impression that she liked his surreptitious spots of innuendo, flirty touches, kisses on the cheek. His lewd eye contacts, letting her know that he was up for a bit of fun if she was.
My name is Carol. This story began about twelve years
A man visits his daughter and granddaughter and finds both are willing sex partners.
Jack and Sharon were always close. When in their teen years, they explored sex, but never went all the way, but 30 some years later, fate put them back together and finally made love
Ummmmmmm, I want all three of you guys to fuck me at once! Bambi said.
Come on, Don, baby… the boys wont see… well go into the garage! Carolyn anxiously tugged on her future husbands sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch-style house toward the garage.
I had never thought of my Old Grannies in a sexual way, but for some reason everything changed.
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There is no doubt that my mother was beautiful, she was 41, looked at least 8 or 10 years younger, with almost the same body she had when she was a high school cheer leader. My father had died in an auto accident when I was 6 and she had not remarried. Mom had a well paying job in the finance department of an international electronics company and with a substantial inheritance from her father we lived comfortably. It was the summer when I had graduated high school and turned 18 would be entering college in the fall; I had just turn 18. I had been born with a powerful sex drive. Everyone said I was handsome so I guess I was; I had also been the star of the high school hockey team so growing up I had no trouble attracting girl friends it. But I had begun to have an unnatural lust; it was to have sex with my mother. The fact that it was impossible didnt dim my desire and lately I was almost consumed by it, she was the star of every sexual fantasy.
Mom and son finally make love, incest stories, My parents divorced while I was still in high school. I did go off to college and found a job after I graduated. I didn’t get home very often. My mother call me and asked if I could take a few days off and come visit her. I told her I would ask for some vacation time and then on Friday I drove the three hours to my Mom’s place. Mom greeted me at the door and gave me a big hug.
I hadnt been laid in 3 years.
It was a smoggy, overcast day, and that partially accounted for it being so quiet, though it was the beginning of Christmas vacation. Whatever the reason, Donna Howell was just glad that the day had been so quiet, and she hurried to switch off the lights in her classroom before the usual last minute gossip wandered in, keeping her from leaving on time. It happened often during the school term and ordinarily the attractive blonde teacher didnt mind in the least, as she wasnt happy about going home to an empty house. But this day she had good reason to get home early, as she was expecting a phone call from her daughter.
I was meeting Anne for a drink to celebrate the end of the week. Like every Friday afternoon, we met in the bar across the street for margaritas and salted pretzels. I had already ordered cocktails for two and was waiting for my friend to arrive. I have known Anne practically my whole life, but we had kind of lost contact after we both got married. But, a couple of years ago, the company I worked for had outgrown the office building it was in and moved to a new location in one of the high-rises that had been erected as part of an urban renewal project. It turned out, Anne was working in the very same building.
Lisa and Patrice are best friends, have been for years. They have shared there lives, family, friends, desires and feelings for quite some time now. But, Lisa was about to see how far Patrice was willing to go.
Now to coming to the story, which is a true story I hope you all will enjoy it. My husband died 10 years back in an accident leaving behind me and my only my son Jaydeep who was a 10 year old then. My husband’s family did not like me because ours was a inter caste love marriage. My husband married me against the wishes of his family and his family members virtually threw me out of their house and family. We are basically from Bangalore.
Beneath the outward serenity of small country towns run the same passions that we find in big cities and sprawling suburbia. Criminal acts are more apparent in the cities, but the same forces that drive urban man to crime are at work in our rural areas. So too are the forces that drive people to the pleasures of the flesh.
The onset of puberty invariably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a childs inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective.
As this story comes to commence, my brother had been doin’ the nasty with my mama for a couple of years. Now, I know in a lot of circles, that this kind of activity is frowned upon in the extreme and extended periods of jail-time are meted out to the practitioners. But I believe it is incumbent upon those who would condemn such societal outliers to weigh all circumstances before striking the gavel of justice down upon them. Fer instance, we reside on a farm in the middle of goddamn nowhere. Out here in the boonies, as they are so quaintly referred, all we’ve got for collective intercourse besides our immediate relations are chickens and a very misanthropic goat. Our mother had suffered from loneliness somethin’ terrible after dad passed and she had taken to tippling on the weekends. She was never a mean drunk but sometimes she would get a little sad.
I was meeting Anne for a drink to celebrate the end of the week. Like every Friday afternoon, we met in the bar across the street for margaritas and salted pretzels. I had already ordered cocktails for two and was waiting for my friend to arrive. I have known Anne practically my whole life, but we had kind of lost contact after we both got married. But, a couple of years ago, the company I worked for had outgrown the office building it was in and moved to a new location in one of the high-rises that had been erected as part of an urban renewal project. It turned out, Anne was working in the very same building.
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
Donnies Mother is named Karen and he inherited her blonde hair and blue eyes. His winning smile and friendly personality was inherited from his father, Robert (Rob). Donnie is always invited to all the high school parties, but never hooks-up with the girl of his choice. He can never understand how he manages to turn off all likely prospects. His frustration is so strong he turns to his Dad for advice.
I woke up with my head pounding, my own fault I might add, drinking was not something I was very good at and by the feeling that even the dim light of the room I was in was giving me, Id do my usual vow of never drinking again after about 10 aspirin and 2 gallons of water. I opened my eyes a little more and the confusion set in, I was not on the couch I was sleeping on for the week, I was in my sisters bed! I looked over and she was fast asleep with her back to me, I looked to see where my pants and shirt were and found them on the floor along with my boxers. I went to try and sit up and the room started spinning so I flopped back down on the bed again.
I whistled with cheerful excitement as I drove down the quiet, suburban road towards the home of my sister. Married with three kids, my sister Melanie had a nice, white-collar existence in a respectable home, though her and her husband were not quite as respectable as they seemed!
The Sisters Savoy they were known as, when they had their nightclub act. They sang and danced and told funny stories about growing up triplets. They were each as beautiful as the other, even though they were never that famous. I broke up the act you see, when mom became pregnant with me. That bulging belly broke the symmetry of the three and they never got back into show biz after that. Susan, my mother, married my dad, a local hardware store owner. Shortly after, Aunt Sylvia wed a rich man, who died when his private plane went down, a few years back. Aunt Sally hitched her wagon to a long distance truck driver, who was seldom in town.