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“Beep, beep, beep.” The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn’t looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn’t required to take.

My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn’t look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5′5″, 120 lbs, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I’ve ever seen.

An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor’s name. If I had, I wouldn’t have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.

” Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39…” She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn’t happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.

After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn’t tell anybody I was her son. She didn’t want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class. Read the rest of this entry »

Bert Bayne sat in the rear of the darkened club and watched his daughter perform on stage. She was naked, sandwiched between a man and a woman. The man rubbed his cock on her rump as the woman sucked her breasts.

Bert’s prick stiffened as he watched his daughter. She was in her early twenties, quite pretty, with curled blond hair and brown eyes. She was big-boned and full-bodied; not chubby, just firm with a full body. She had big tits and a big ass.

He stroked his crotch as he watched his daughter being licked. The woman, an attractive redhead, now had her face buried between his daughter’s thighs and was licking her pussy. The man had his dick at her mouth and she sucked avidly on it.

Bert’s peter was now stiff and throbbing and he openly rubbed it. Most of the other people sitting in the club did the same. The threesome on stage were putting on a hot show and all the spectators were affected by it; Bert most of all.

It had been two years since he had seen his daughter. He had served a stretch in jail for certain “underworld” offenses. His daughter Tammy had periodically written to him when he was in jail. In the last letter he had received from her, she had informed him of her move to Los Angeles, and the letter bore a return address that Bert guessed was a film or media location.

Upon his release from jail, he headed for Los Angeles.

The address indeed turned out to be a film company’s location: Firecum Productions, one of many XXX film production companies in the Los Angeles area. At Firecum Productions, Bert learned that his daughter had recently appeared in a film, but that she was not under contract to the production company and her current address was unknown. But he also learned that she, like a number of other “porno” actresses, worked in certain clubs when she was between films. He obtained a list of the clubs.

He would go to each one till he found his daughter, but he first wanted to see the film in which she had appeared.

It was easy enough to see it. The film was playing in a number of X-rated movie houses…

Bert sat in the movie theater and watched the film. It was hot and arousing. His daughter had a major role in the movie. He stroked his prick as he watched a man pump his dick from behind in Tammy’s cunt as she licked a woman’s pussy.

I’m going to fuck you, Bert silently said to his daughter on the screen. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to fuck you. He rubbed his rock-hard cock. And that’s not all I’m going to do. I’m going to ride you…You’re going to carry me…You’re going to work for me…You’re going to make me money–a lot of money.

After watching the film, Bert began his search in the clubs. It didn’t take him long to strike pay dirt. The third club he entered featured his daughter….

After the show was over, Bert went backstage. He saw the attractive redhead who had licked his daughter’s cunt in the show, and told her he was looking for Tammy. “Tell her that her daddy Bert is here and wants to see her,” he said. She smiled knowingly and cocked her hips. “Okay, daddy, I’ll tell her.” He watched her prance away to a door, open it and go in. She was dressed in a brief shift, and his mouth literally watered. She was one sexy fox, and Bert’s peter hardened even more. He hadn’t had any pussy in two years, and his dick was hard as a rock; it throbbed and ached.

A moment later she opened the door and called to him. He went over and she motioned toward the inside, “Tammy’s in there.” Bert entered the room.

His daughter was dressed in tight shorts and a halter. She smiled uncertainly at him and murmured “Daddy…”

“Hi, baby,” he said and went to her and took her in his arms. He pressed his stiff throbbing prick between her legs.

“Oh, Daddy,” she said softly. “I can’t believe it. When…when did you get out?”

“A few days ago,” he answered. He pressed his cock harder between her thighs and stroked her back. “I saw the show here.”

She looked down and said, “You did?”

“Yeah. It was good. Real good.”

She was clearly embarrassed. She hadn’t seen her father in two years, and when she did see him, there she was–working in a live sex club. The last time he had seen her, she wasn’t a “harlot”; now–she was a paid sex performer. Read the rest of this entry »

Tom and Mary Waters lived happily in the suburbs, in their modest home, with their two fine young children. Mary was a very loving mother and a pretty young wife. She had a small frame with short dark hair and bright hazel eyes. Mary was very well proportioned and worked out regularly. Her pear shaped breasts were just the right size for height and weight. She had a forceful, but not overly dominant personality. She loved and respected her husband but she would be considered the stronger member of the couple.

Tom was a good husband and able provider. He worked hard at his accounting job and loved his pretty young wife very much. His personality though was decidedly weaker than Mary’s was. He mostly went along with whatever she wanted. Like his wife, he had a small frame and dark colored hair. Tom wore those round wire frame glasses that really gave him the typical “accountant look.”

Mary was very close with her mother and her sister Lauren. All three women spent a lot of time together and got along unusually well. Their mom had a very strong influence over the two girls, sometimes to Tom’s displeasure. It was not unusual for Mary to end up doing something for her mother or for Lauren that Tom didn’t approve of. He had learned long ago, however, that he was better off just to be quiet and stay out of it.

Lauren’s husband Larry, was kind of the black sheep of the family. He worked construction during the summer and mostly loafed around the house and drank beer all winter. This was clearly evidenced by his fat beer gut that hung distastefully over his belt. He was big and strong though, and had a crude manner about him. Lauren and Tom didn’t approve of Larry and they both considered him vulgar.

Mary didn’t care to be around her ill-mannered brother in law too much. She always felt he was leering at her, trying to undress her with his eyes. Sometimes Mary would be inadvertently wearing a tight fitting outfit when visiting her mother and sister. She could always count on old unemployed Larry to corner her somewhere in the house and whisper vulgarities like “nice tits sis” or “that’s some nice piece of ass” in her ear. She always tried to wear something bulky to ward off his mocking disrespect.

Mary’s sister Lauren was not too pretty with her buckteeth and pug nose. Her hair was died blond and stiff as straw from over application of dies and rinses. She didn’t have a clue about the uses and purpose of makeup. She was always painted up to the hilt. She had a pear shaped figure with too little on top and too much around the hips. To Tom, Lauren looked just like her mom. He figured that she was perfect for her deadbeat and brutish husband.

Lauren, of course, was very jealous of her sister Mary. She was jealous of her good looks, of her nice home, and her loving obedient husband, Tom. She was particularly jealous of Mary’s two children, a boy and a girl. Lauren wanted children of her own but the clinic told her that she was not able to conceive or carry any. To make matters worse, because of Larry’s irregular work habits, the couple was unable to qualify for adoption.

Lauren’s inability to have children would, from time to time, cause quite a bit of friction between the two. Lauren, it seems, found it offensive that Tom had a vasectomy after the two kids were born to prevent any unexpected surprises. Lauren would fly into this jealous rage over the fact that Mary had everything and how she was “as fertile as a freshly tilled garden” while Lauren was as barren as concrete. Read the rest of this entry »

Jane Mayon undressed in her bedroom and put on her girl scout outfit, picked up the cloth bag filled with boxes of cookies, and then headed out. She called to her mother as she went through the living room: “Mom, I’m going.” Her mother answered from the kitchen: “Hold on, dear.”

Jane waited impatiently at the living room door. Her mother came from the kitchen and asked her: “Where exactly are you going? Are you selling or are you delivering?”

“I’m delivering,” Jane replied. “I’m going to some of the places on the list.”

“I’ll drive you,” her mother said.

“Oh Mom, no. I’m just going to a few places–four or five–just around the neighborhood. To Aunt Clara’s and Mrs. Wallace and the Simmons’, and Uncle Dick. Just the ones who have placed orders for the cookies and are within walking distance.”

“Okay, dear,” her mother said, “but remember, dinner is at six. Don’t let Aunt Clara trap you into having tea and talking, or else she’ll keep you there and you’ll never get out.”

“I know,” Jane replied. “Well, I’m on my way.”

She left her house and walked down the residential street, planning her route as she walked along. Aunt Clara first, she thought, then the Simmons’, then cross the street and down to Mrs. Wallace, and then, last of all, on my way back, Uncle Dick.

Jane was a typical girl scout, in that she was an adolescent, fourteen years old, full of vim and curiosity, and a virgin. She was well-developed for her age; the girl scout outfit she wore fit snugly around her pubescent body, outlining her budding breasts, developing hips and thighs, and her perky rump. The outfit was short, ending a good six inches above her knees, showing plenty of her soft full legs.

Jane delivered the cookies to Aunt Clara, the Simmons’ and Mrs. Wallace, collected the money, and reflected on how many more boxes she needed to sell to win the computer. She had already sold a total of eight dozen boxes of cookies in the past three weeks, but she figured she would need to sell at least that many more to have any chance of coming in first in her scout troop, and winning the grand prize: a brand new pc. But time was running out. There was only one week left in the cookie sale. I need to find people who will buy more than one box, she thought. Maybe Uncle Dick will…

She made her way to her uncle’s house, thinking about him. Over the past year, he had become more attentive to her, calling her “sweetie” and “honey” (but only when no one else was around), and touching her. Whenever they were alone, he would find some way to touch her, to place his hands on her shoulders or arms or back or hips. Once, he had come to her house when her parents were gone, and he had finally pulled her onto his lap. He had stroked her hip and flank and nuzzled her cheek and neck. She had felt him moving his crotch up and down and around on her rump, and she had felt a stiff lump throbbing and pressing upon her butt. Her uncle’s lips nuzzling her cheek and neck, his hand stroking and softly squeezing her hip and flank, and especially his rotating crotch and that stiff lump throbbing and rubbing upon her rump, had sent a warm tingly fizzy feeling shooting through her body. She wondered what would have happened next had her parents not come home at that time… Read the rest of this entry »

Lonnie Matlis undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness.

Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal.

He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment’s notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his mom.

Lonnie’s mother was in her early thirties, a film actress, attractive, and divorced. Summer had arrived, Lonnie was out of school and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house.

Lonnie’s mother knew he was ‘at that age.’ She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Lonnie had looked up and seen his mother, and knew she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Lonnie standing by the commode, jacking his prick, rubbing it hard and fast. Again, Lonnie knew she had seen him. But she hadn’t said anything about it, so Lonnie had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom.

He thought abut his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky robe or shorts. And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Lonnie had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he’d seen her naked. He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark-naked. But she hadn’t acted embarrassed when Lonnie saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress….

Lonnie walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a red bikini.

Kathy Matlis was in her prime, and despite having a thirteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her chestnut hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and violet, her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the ‘bare necessities.’ Half her breasts, most of her rump and all of her legs were exposed.

Lonnie watched her as she stepped up onto the diving board. God, she is so sexy! he thought. He felt his dick start to grow and stiffen. She stood for a few seconds on the board and then dived into the pool. Lonnie’s cock stood at attention. It throbbed and ached. Read the rest of this entry »

I HAVE TO ADMIT I HAD A REAL GOOD SUMMER ONE YEAR AGO. I NEVER EXPECTED IT BE SO INTRESTING. THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I SPENT MY SUMMER WITH MY AUNT.

IT ALL HAPPENED BECAUSE MY FAMILY THOUGHT IT BE A GOOD IDEA FOR ME TO SPEND TIME WITH MY AUNT MARY. I WOULD HELP HER OUT WITH HER BUSINESS. AT FIRST I DID NOT WANT TO GO. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE A REAL BAD TIME. WHAT WOULD I HAVE IN COMMON WITH A 38 YEAR OLD DIVORCED TEACHER. AFTER A FEW DAYS OF THINKING I DECIDED WHAT THE HELL I ARRIVE I STILL HAVE MY DOUBTS. WHEN I WALKED OUT OF THE AIRPLANE I GOT MY FIRST VIEW OF MY AUNT MARY. SHE LOOKED REAL GOOD. MARY WAS WEARING A HALF SHIRT AND WHITE SHORTS. SHE WAVED AT ME AND I WENT OVER OT HER AND GAVE HER A BIG HUG. MARY GAVE ME A HUGE SMILE. SHE WAS SO DAMN CUTE. I GAVE HER STOMACH A SMALL TAP AND MY AUNT GAVE ME A SMILE AGAIN. WELL TO GET TO THE JUICY PART/ IT ALL BEGAN ON THE 3RD DAY. I WENT UP STAIRS AND AUNT MARY WAS IN HER KITCHEN AND WEARING A SHIRT AND PANTIES. I JUST STARTED AT HER. LET ME TELL YOU MY AUNT MARY WOULD GET A LOT OF EYES. SHE HAD AN AWESOME BODY FOR A 38-YEAR-OLD. NICE MEDIUM SIZED BREAST, AND A GREAT ASS. SHE HAD NICE LIPS, A GREAT TONGUE. EVERYTIME I SEE HER NOW I WANT TO GIVE HER DEEP PASSONAITE KISSES. I WALKED UP TO HER AND I PUT MY HAND AROUND HER AND I SAID GOOD MORNING.

MY AUNT MARY FROM MY POSTION WAS LOOKING GOOD. AFTER WERE STARTED TO TALK AND KIND OF FIRNEDLY FLIRT BUT AFTER A LITTLE WHILE IT KIND OF JUST HAPPENED. MARY AND I WERE JOKING AROUND AND I COULD NOT CONTROL MYSELF SO I JUST KISSED HER ON THOSE AWESOME LIPS. I DID NOT KNOW HOW SHE WOULD REACT. SHE BACKED AWAY AND AFTER A FEW MINUTES SHE MONTIONED ME OVER AND TOLD ME SHE REALLY WANT TO BE A NAUGHTY AUNT NOW AND PLAY. MARY TOLD ME SHE WAS GOING TO TEACH ME HOW TO PLEASE AN AUNT. MARY GRABBED MY HANDS PLACED THEM ON HER CHEST. MY AUNT MARY SAID YOU LIKE HOW THEY FEEL. I NOD MY HEAD. Read the rest of this entry »

This is a story about my to my mother’s best friend’s place, Who i’ve always called aunty Sue even though we’re not directly related , the story is about how my visit to spend my summer holiday’s at aunty Sue’s place turned out to be the most memorable experience of my life.

From the age that I can remember, I’ve always been really fond of aunty Sue. She’s about 30 years old, with short blonde hair which falls upto her shoulders, really slim and terrific body.Aunty Sue also had dimples when she smiles, which makes her really cute. She’s about 5″6 tall and really is cute. She’s married with a 7 year old son and a 2 year old daughter. She and her family live’s in the city, which is about 200 miles from the country town where I live in. It had been a habit of her’s to take me to her place to spend a couple of weeks each school holiday. Her son Richard, though 6 years younger to me was really close to me and we enjoyed each other’s company inspite of our wide age difference.

These christmas hollidays were no different. Two days into the hollidays aunty Sue drove down in her station wagon with her 2 kids to pick me up for the hollidays. She looked really great. She came in wearing a sleeveless white blouse and jeans. I felt really horny just looking at her. She had been in my masturbatory dreams ever since i started jerking off, but it really did make me feel guilty all at the same time for thinking of aunty Sue in such away. But I just couldn’t help it.

“Hi Rick, my , are’nt you growing into a hansom young man”. She pecked my cheek and ruffled my hair. I was still a couple of inches shorter than her, but she always made a similar comment each time we met.

She stayed the night and the next day we packed her wagon and went back to her apartment in the city. Her apartment building had a common swim pool , which meant that we could play in the pool, which myself and Richard did each time we got together. “You can take your stuff upto Richards room Rick , I’ve arranged the bottom bunk bed for you, Richard insists on using the top one caus he wants to see santa clause coming through the window” Aunt sue grinned. Read the rest of this entry »

33 year old Sally worked as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. She was 5″7 tall, had Auburn shoulder length hair , nice and shapely body and was very attractive. She was divorced from her husband and lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in New York, with her two sons Tim 12 and Mat 8. Actually Mat was her own son and Tim was adopted when he was a kid. She loved both of them just the same.

However, she was very concerned about Tim, as he was in a car accident when he was just 9 years old ,and needed to be taken for a checkup once in every 3 weeks. The accident was very nasty and doctors feared that when he entered puberty that he may have problems with sexual functioning and may need a fair bit of help, and may even need surgery in the future.

This week was the same. Sally got off work early, picked Tim up from school and took him to the children’s hospital for a checkup. After the checkup she was just about to leave with Tim when the doctor wanted to speak to her and was called into his office by her self. “Sally, i’m aware that Tim is just about to turn 12, have you spoken to him about sex and so on?” he asked. “Well doctor, I have spoken to him about the birds and the bees” .

“I don’t mean to alarm you Sally , but he is quite likely to start masturbating in the near future. This is healthy for a young boy, but in his case, their may be a slight problem. See as a result of our previous operation , though the operation as a whole was a success, Tim may initially incur pain , when masturbating. This would only result in his initial attempts at it. Now don’t be alarmed, but it also is possible when he starts actually ejaculating, that may not be now itself, but will happen, the initial time may cause blood to come. Now don’t be alarmed, this is only a possibility”. The doctor looked at Sally who looked alarmed , and gave her a reassuring smile. ” Now what i’m going to say may sound highly unusual, but then again Tim’s case is just that. Unusual. It is very important that when he masturbates for the first few times, meaning for atleast the next year or 2, that somebody be present with him. This is absolutely vital for his safety. Read the rest of this entry »

For the past four years, since Ginger’s husband, Jerry, died she had been walking the walls for sex while getting off only by fingering her saliva moistened slit. But sex with an eligible male adult is very difficult to come by when a women is 35, with two teenage children living at home with her. Though Ginger and Jerry had been married 12 blissful years, their ravenous appetite for each other had never diminished. They just loved to eat and fuck each other. On an almost daily basis, there was cock sucking, muff diving, 69ing and a follow-up fuck for good measure. While not enthusiastic about it, once in a while, Ginger let him bugger her tight bung. But in order to get to fuck her asshole he had to do 30 minutes of begging, pussy lapping, asshole licking, and afterwards reward her with dinner out at some very expensive place.

Ginger’s 32-year old brother, Roger, was experiencing a similar sex-starved situation since his bitter and expensive divorce and his wife Ruth’s remarriage. He lost the house and his kids in the divorce, and for the past few months he and Ginger had been celibately living together in her spare bedroom with her two children, sharing the kitchen, TV, and living room. Unbeknownst to the other, in the privacy of their respective bedrooms, both Roger and Ginger resorted to frequent bouts of self-abuse.

Roger had taken to renting XXXX porno movies, which he played in his bedroom with the door closed and the volume turned way down, so that Ginger would think he was asleep. When the hour arrived for Ginger to retire for the night, Roger would slip off his robe and stand naked facing the TV and a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Some nights he could get his balls off two or three times before giving in to the sleep fairy and a night of turning and tossing. His regular morning erections made a tent out of his top sheet.

Little did he know at the time that Ginger had sneaked one of his erotic movies to the TV in her room and spent hours massaging her firm boobs, fingering her juicy twat, and sucking her tasty cunt flavored fingers. This particular cassette showed explicit sexual frivolities between actors posing to be brothers and sisters, interspersed with scenes displaying daughters fucking and sucking off their fathers and sons fucking and going down on their mothers’ pussies. Read the rest of this entry »

For those not familiar with the wild gyrations between Roger and Ginger, brother and sister, he being divorced and 32, she a 35-year old, four-year widow, a brief resume is in order. To wit:

Roger, the moralist of the two, had been firmly convinced that incest, i.e., any fucking, muff diving, or cock sucking between close relatives like brother-sister, father-daughter, mother-son, etc., was not only immoral, but also constituted felonies in the criminal justice system for which they could both go to jail. Ginger took a much more practical position and figured that, with her two teen-age children off to summer camp for the next two weeks there was certainly nothing wrong with their sharing some adult physical, i.e., sexual satisfaction, even if it had to be with her younger brother. Both of them were walking the walls for sex, Roger not having had it — other than hand jobs — for more than two years and Ginger celibate — certainly not by choice — for the four years since her husband, Jerry, died. It was only in her frequent dreams that she could mesmerize re-joining him in one of their frequent bouts of 69ing, which always preceded their good night fuck.

Having lost his house and children in his bitter and expensive divorce, Roger had moved into Ginger’s three-bedroom house. The morning after her kids had been shuffled off to camp for a two-week stay, Ginger was not willing to beat around the bush with Roger any longer. He was either going to put up, shut up, and fuck her, or get his useless ass out of her house. She could no longer accept his old crappola about no-sex between relatives. She needed some regular fucking in the worst way and if he wouldn’t give it to her, she was determined to leave the house in broad daylight, naked with only her bedroom slippers on, and beg the first stranger she met to fuck her. Ginger was so tired of having to finger her cunt for relief that she would have become a street whore if necessary to get her twat probed with any willing stiff prick. Read the rest of this entry »