Robert Carlyle was enjoying his Saturday morning; he was lying on his bed with his earphones on listening to some music on his mp3 player.
Jean, his mothers younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning.
The Schaffer family was all smiles on this particular Friday afternoon. They were leaving for their annual summer vacation. Their bags were packed, the SUV loaded, and all that remained was for them to load themselves up. Every year they took a weeklong road trip with no fixed destination. They just simply picked a direction and went. As they pulled out of the driveway Amanda Schaffer noticed out of the corner of her eye that her son Ryan was starring at her.
It was my first time visiting Africa. First, my name is Suzy Karol. I stay in Bretford, England, with my old husband, who is fifty-eight. We have produced three sons in fifteen years of marriage: Ryan, Dean, and Peter.
When I was a teenager my parents divorced and my new StepMom started to drink a lot. I would find her around the house half undressed or completely naked drunk passed out cold sleeping. This is the first time Ive ever seen a grown up woman nude. The first time I tried to wake her up and tell her to go to bed but StepMom never woke up or moved a muscle. I went back to bed but couldnt sleep thinking about how much different her body was from my little sisters. I got back up and went to the living room to see if Mom was awake. She hadnt moved at all and was snoring away. I got my car and took some nude pictures of Mom. I realized that I was sexually excited for the first time in my life and had an erection from looking at her nude body. After I got up the nerve I slowly reached out and touched her boob and was amazed that her nipple got really hard and long while I was feeling it. It was the coolest thing Ive ever seen. I looked between her legs and saw her pubic hair something I didnt have yet so seeing her pubic hair was cool. I touched it and liked how soft and fussy it felt. Thats when I noticed the slit between her legs and how warm it felt there. As I was exploring I was able to put two fingers inside of her vagina. This was so cool she was warm and slippery. I took my fingers out and smelled them and tasted them. I like the taste a lot. I tried some of the things I hear from the older kids in the neighborhood like sucking on her nipples and fingering her. I even tried eating her out. I really hated it when Mom got drunk until I discovered that she wouldnt wake up after she was drunk. Now I loved it when she got drunk Bec I could learn and explore the opposite sex. Back then I couldnt even get to see a Playboy magazine and here I was being able to experience the opposite sex without anyone knowing what I was doing. After about a year of this I was able to experience sex for the first time in my life even if it was with my drunk mother it was the greatest experience in my life. All my first sexual experiences were with my drunk mother. She never woke up or said anything about it to me. This is absolutely the truth about when I was a teenager.
Work was not easy to come by in our small town. Dad lost his engineering job when his firm closed down and, although he was not a natural salesman, he was lucky to get a job selling office furniture. This meant that he was away from home Monday through to Thursday, but at least he was with us for weekends.
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.
Im not going to use fancy words to try to tell this story. There may be many grammatical errors but I dont care. Im just going to be straight forward and truthful about this story that I am about to share with you. So sit back and relax. I hope you enjoy
While I was growing up, I made friends pretty easily. One of my best friend’s growing up was Omar. He and I were the same age and always got along. He had a pretty big family, typical of a Latin American family, with three older sisters and an older brother but his parents were divorced and his mom kept all five kids while his bastard of a dad left to go marry his new wife. All in all, things weren’t horrible. As the kids came of age, they all pitched in to pay the bills.
The plan was I would pick Karen up from her office at about 8:30pm after the office party and we would head off for a meal and a drink.
Sex between adults and children is a long-standing taboo which has abhorred decent people while secretly fascinating many of them.
Help your Grandma with shopping, okay hun? My Mom said as we were driving to Grandmas. My Mom was nice, I hated my Dad so much. Like whats wrong with a 16 year old getting drunk on a Friday night? I returned home before midnight, I didnt have work or school today, and whats wrong with a little fun?
Ive known MOM and dad to for that matter since high school! We grew up in the same town, the same neighborhood, and ran with the same crowds, per say. And in those years Mom certainly was herself a damn fine beautiful woman! But as years has its way of taking its toll on not only mind, it certainly rearranges the body as well; I guess of course after a woman has raised three beautiful daughters certainly she should have lots and lots of wear and tear on her mind and body! Oh I remember the numerous times Id get called to come over and run some horny boy off to keep the virtues of her daughters in tact!!
My Dad is such a fucking horn dog that it isn’t funny. I cannot believe the bimbos that he brings home to fuck.
I was always curious about sex with my mom. She was drunk a lot and it was easy to look. Id look at her shapely breasts and shaven pussy and jerk off while she was passed out nude on her bed. I was eighteen and had sex with girlfriends but sex with mom was burning me up.
Abby swirled the amber liquid in her glass. It was a fine scotch, full of aroma and spice. A nice finish, not much kick on the back end – overall very smooth. She always felt sexy drinking it. It made her very aware of the way the silky, navy blue fabric felt on her skin. She also liked how little of it there was and how Darin looked at the smooth contours of her naked back.
My sister is a great girl, and always has been. She is the life of the party, but has a sweet disposition, and a wonderful natural charisma. Her only real personality flaw is that she has a tendency to binge drink. Not in the way that most college students do, not when she is at a party or hanging out with friends. She binge drinks alone when shes bored.
Emily and I had been best buds for the 20 years that it had taken me to get from the tender age of 25 to the ripe old age of 29. She’d seen me through a long succession of shitty relationships and I’d seen her through an even shittier marriage. Gordon the Goofhead was long gone but the fruit of their union was still around and about to finish up high school.
This all started after my daughter Sophie rang me to ask if she could come and stay after breaking up with her boyfriend.
After the newly converted-to-sex daughter Peggy left for home, it was back to just me and horny ole Helen romping in her boudoir every day or so. Peggy stayed around long enough to have my baby-making sperm fill up her still fertile, egg producing womb. She wanted to have another child, and Grandma Helen wanted another grandchild. Helens other child, a son a few years older than Peggy, was as gay as Hollywood hairdresser and was not about to populate the earth anytime soon. So, I was the sperm donor designate, as well as the hunky guy to sex-up Peggy as her mother Helen taught her a bit more of how to attract other cocks to meet her needy pussys desires. We spent a lot of time together in bed for two weeks under Helens watchful whorehouse madam-like supervision. When Peggy had to get back home to work, and figure out her new life with impending child, Helen and I just went back to our senior love nest life on the beach. I was beginning to think I might just like to quit work up North and stay here, but I wasnt sure how to make the finances work. Helen was generous, but not real wealthy.
Blackjack clung like a beachside fishing village to the ash gray desert that sprawled as far as the eye could see toward the craggy-hewn peaks of the Kingston Range, a motley collection of sun-parched ridges in the southern end of the California Sierras. To the north lay the natural furnace of Death Valley; less than a hundred miles beyond the mountains, Las Vegas nestled like a multicolored jewel in the parched wilderness of the Mojave. It was almost mid-day, and today, like every other day of the year, most activity had ground tediously to a standstill so that men and machines could be replenished. A dozen or so of the men huddled under the tin roof of the open-ended maintenance shed, talking quietly so as not to exert themselves in the scorching heat, waiting for the signal to shuffle back over the powdery wastes and return to their jobs on the oil derricks. Blackjack had a long, if not glorious, history as a mining town. First as a base camp for fruitless gold hunts in the killer mountains, later as a home for borax miners, and now, though mostly in ruin except for a few unpainted cabins that were still inhabitable, as the temporary hometown for nearly twenty roughnecks and whatever families they possessed. Blackjack had been invaded seven months ago by Benny Terrell and his ragged crew of fortune hunters, in search of an elusive reservoir of crude oil that might or might not exist, in hopes of a fortune that might or might not fall into their hands. And all of them, including Jamie Olsen, working for wages that seemed as elusive as this tricky oil field they were searching for.
Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts werent on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn — only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) Shed only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
My hips swayed in time with the music as Maya did her best to match me. Cocktails were 2 for 1, and wed been here long enough to be on the verge of buzz drunk.
Lisa Stiener was cleaning her sons room when she