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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 »

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 »

I had to break it to the guys at lunch. My dad was supposed to drive us to the WWF wrestling show next week, but now he has to be out of town, so my mom is going to drive us. At least my dad watches wrestling with me a little bit, and is more of a regular guy, but Mom is pretty conservative, and might put a damper on things sitting with us in the stadium.This was supposed to be really good. Five of us boys going to the WWF live, followed by a sleep-over at my house, and no school the next day because of a teacher’s institute day. It was me, Glen and Kyle, two of my long-time friends, and Al and Cory, two cool guys that we just started hanging with.

“Guys, my dad can’t drive us, so my mom’s going to go with us,” I told them at the lunch table.

“That’s alright,” said Glen, and Kyle and Al nodded.

I moaned, “You guys don’t mind being seen with my mom there?”

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“No!” said Kyle, “Your mom’s hot looking!”"Yeah!” agreed Glen and Al. Cory had never met my mom, and just smiled.

I thought to myself “Hot? They think my mom’s hot?” I didn’t feel so weird now, because I thought she was hot, too.

When I went home, I told Mom what Kyle and Glen had said. “They called me hot?” she asked again. I don’t know if she was amused or flattered or both, but she had a smile on her face. “Do you think I’m hot?” she asked me.

“Yea,” I stammered, although this was the first time I ever said that to her.

“I thought you did,” she said.

 started looking at Mom differently a few months ago. She’s a big-titted brunette, with long legs, and a nice ass for a woman turning forty. I wondered what she looked like naked. I liked looking at her tits hanging free in the nightshirt that she wore to bed. I hung out near her bedroom door, hoping that she would leave it open a little when she undressed. I got as far as seeing her in her bra and panties. That was a turn-on, but I really wanted to see her tits, or her ass or bush. I snuck in her room and looked in her underwear drawers. Her bras were size 38C. Most of her bras and panties were white and conservative, but she had a couple of black silk panties. I wondered when she wore those. Mom noticed me hanging around, and even teased me about it. Once she caught me looking down her blouse when she was leaning over. She just smiled and said; “See something you like down there?” Read the rest of this entry »

I’m a college senior and a dorm advisor. Some of the younger coeds recently told me about your site and I was curious enough to log on. I was surprised to find stories from other girls who had been involved in incestuous relationships with their brothers. Part of me says these stories - 2 Plus 2 and Forbidden Obsession - are the product of a creative imagination. But if there is truth to the stories, then I feel less alone.

I was involved briefly with in an intense sexual relationship with my brother about 6 years ago. It was a time in my life where I had a lot of growing up to do. Admittedly, I was a conceited, self centered brat who could reasonably have been described as a bitch.

My brother and I got involved when I was dealing with the being dumped by my boyfriend. I was devastated. Not so much because he dumped me, but because I didn’t know how to deal with the rejection. We were one of the cool couples. He was a star jock and I was a cheerleader and Junior Class Homecoming Queen. In my mind, we were the storybook couple everybody envied and he went and ruined it.

The truth is we were an on again, off again couple and created all kinds of unnecessary drama. We started dating when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore. I gave him my virginity as an early Christmas present that year and from that point on we screwed at least 3 times a week. One night, during spring break of that year, he talked me into putting out for him and 3 of his friends because he was curious about what it would be like to watch me have sex with another guy. It was my first, but not my last gang bang.

The reason I let the guys do a train on me was conceit. From 8th grade summer on, I knew I had the kind of body guys of all ages drool over. Even at that early age, my measurements were an impressive 35B-24-33 and I was very aware that guys were watching me when I strutted along the lakefront in my bikini. I have a very pretty face with silky blonde hair and big blue eyes. I’m just average in height at 5-4 ½ but I have long pretty legs and a killer ass. Like I said, I was a JV cheerleader in 9th grade and on game days, guys would wait at the bottom of the steps to watch me walk up them in my short, tight cheerleader’s outfit.

By 9th grade, my breasts had developed even more to a very full C-cup size. I was a tease and the idea of getting naked in front of several guys, and having sex in front of them too appealed to my ego. Like I said, my boyfriend and I were on again, off again. We broke up as summer vacation started between my freshman and sophomore year. He said we both needed our freedom. I took advantage of my new found freedom and screwed 14 new partners that summer. They were all guys I met on vacation, at either tennis or cheerleading camps, or older guys I met at various places. I didn’t want to start screwing guys from school because that would have been setting me up to be known as the school slut. Even though my gang bang was no secret, I was able to excuse it away as something I had done to please my boyfriend.

There was no guilt involved in all my summertime antics because, as Ross and Rachael might say, we were on a break.

We reunited that fall, broke up again for two months mid-year, got together again for 6 months, broke up again for a month, then re-united yet again. Each time we were apart I got banged by plenty of guys, mostly older ones.

So about 3 months into my junior year, my boyfriend dumped me. This time it wasn’t a case of our having a dramatic break up. He just dumped me for another girl. I was shocked and pissed.

I promptly went out and got banged. The first time was with a friend who worked in shoes at the department store where I was working temporarily in gift wrapping. He was older and I knew I could trust him not to talk. The next night I ran into an older 37 year old divorcee whose daughter I used to baby sit. We went to his apartment and I experienced my first really over-sized penis. It was about 10 inches long and really wide. Up until then, I had never had more than about 7 ½ inches worth of penis inside of me. I was intimidated but he was gentle and patient. I couldn’t take all of him inside of me that first night. He fucked me about 7 inches deep and I had a couple of really intense orgasms. After a couple of sessions I was able to take him completely into me and really enjoyed his stamina, experience and concern over my pleasure. Sex was therapeutic; if my boyfriend didn’t want me, other men did. 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.

It is vital that wet dreams are avoided. The only way of doing this is by introducing him to masturbation. I know all this sounds odd and may look as if his privacy is being invaded. But I this is the only way that we could insure his safety”.

On her drive back home with Tim , Sally felt very concerned for her son. She dropped her son off back at school and went back to work. All throughout work I was trying to figure out a way of teaching my son about masturbation. I did know the importance of it and decided to take matters into her hands.

After coming back home that night , as usual she prepared dinner for the 2 kids, gave mat a bath, sent him to sleep and settled down to watch T.V. Now She had stopped giving Tim bath’s ever since he was around 10 because of his longing to bathe by himself, but that seemed to be the only way. Read the rest of this entry »

When the phone rang, Kathy was looking down the street from her living room window, at the teenaged boys carrying beer into her neighbor’s house.

“Is Jeff home?”

“No,” said Kathy. “Is this Randy?”

“Yea,” said the voice on the phone.

“Randy, I thought Jeff was with you.”

“No, he said he was going to Kurt’s house.”

After Kathy hung up the phone, she thought, “Jeff is going to Kurt’s house! Kurt’s house is the one down the street that the beer went into! My teen-aged son is going to a party with drinking!”

She looked down the street at the line of cars in front of Kurt’s house. The party had been going on for hours now. Kathy started to fume. Not only did she not approve of her son drinking, she didn’t even like him associating with Kurt and his friends. Kurt grew up on this street, and he was always a snotty smart-alec kid. He never behaved when he came over, he just talked back. Kurt grew up with that same insolent little sneer as his dad, a spoiled upper- middle-class kid. She remembered the humiliating time a few years ago when Kurt was over playing with Jeff, and she was undressing in her bedroom, and he just opened the door and leered at her in just her panties, staring at her naked cone-shaped breasts. She remembered how angry she was, and yet perplexed at finding that her panties were wet.

Kurt’s friend Mike, who lived behind Kathy’s house, was just as bad. He was a big bully, loud and arrogant, just like his father. Only last year, Mike was in the back yard with some friends when Kathy was pulling weeds, and as she bent over, Mike groaned and made some comment in front of his friends. She went inside in disgust, but again was surprised to find that her panties were soaked.

Kathy wished her husband wasn’t out of town on business. He’s gone so much! And now she will have to handle this alone. Kathy decided to go get Jeff. She stepped into some shoes, and stopped in front of a mirror to brush her shoulder-length blonde hair. She looked at herself sideways in the mirror, in a light blue tank top and beige denim shorts over her still- trim 5′ 4″ frame. Her breasts weren’t large, but they jutted out nicely. Her legs still looked good and her stomach was pretty flat for a forty-one year old woman.

She walked deliberately down the street, and knocked on Kurt’s door. A teen-aged boy she recognized but didn’t know by name opened the door. He had a plastic cup of beer in his hand, and his eyes were slits. Kathy stepped in and asked, “Is Jeff here?” The boy just shrugged. Kathy looked down the hall that led to the family room. The hallway was filled with loud, drunk teen boys. She recognized many of them from Jeff’s school. Not seeing Jeff, she began working her way down the narrow hall, having to press her fanny and her boobs against the boys. Some of them said “hi,” other just smiled. Several hands brushed against her body.

The family room was filled with more boys, but she didn’t see Jeff. She noticed Mike standing next to her, and she asked where Jeff was. “I haven’t seen him,” he said. Kathy didn’t believe him. She stood in the doorway getting jostled by boys for a while, and then moved back down the hallway. Read the rest of this entry »

Vera and her 16 year old son, Alfred Jr. was sitting down on the sofa and Vera began by reaching down and showing Alfred Jr. what she found under his bed.

“Do these pictures excite you,” while flipping through the pages that displayed naked women? Alfred Jr. couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He was totally embarrassed that his mom had found his stash of magazines, but to sit here and have to look at them with her, well it was just too much! He was snapped back to reality when she asked, “Do these pictures excite you?” “I don’t know”, he fairly whispered, “I just like looking at them!” “Hmmmmmm,” she hummed, “do you get a hard-on when you see pictures like this one?”

“Alfred Jr. stared at the photo of a young woman who was lying back on her bed with her legs spread wide apart, which of course offered a perfect view of her young hairy pussy! “I’d think a picture like this would give any man an hardon,” his mom commented, “am I right about that, Alfred Jr.?” Alfred Jr. made an audible gulp and merely nodded his head in the affirmative! “I was sure of it,” she went on, “males are very visual in their sexuality, and a fine young girl like this would give any man an hardon, I’d have been shocked if you hadn’t gotten one!”

“I want you to do something for me,” she asked seriously. “Come over here and stand in front of me!” Alfred Jr. stood up and took his place in front of his mom and wondered what she was up to! In a short few seconds he was about to find out! “Now,” she continued, “what we are going to do now must always stay just between you and me, okay?” Still not sure what she was up to, Alfred Jr. nodded his head and replied, “Of course Mom, anything you say!” “Good,” she responded quickly, “now let me open up the front of your jeans!”
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This is a true story but the names are changed as some members of my family might read this.I am also writting this from a friends e-mail address so do’nt think the name on this e-mail address is the Author because he is Not.

I call this My Baby Sister & female cousins First Fuck Campout.

When I was 17 my baby sister was only 8 Years Old But She had just started to devolpe nice little titties as she was only 4′11″ but her titties were a size 34b and she had a completely Hairless Little Cunt and on this day 3 of our Female cousins age 8 to and a set of twins age 9 came over to spend the night.

Our Parents my Mother and Father and Aunt and Uncle went out for the night and as we were all Naked anyway My Baby Sister and Cousins asked if they coud have a slumber party and Invite some of their friends over and I said “OK But Make sure they all know that they have to be naked while here as it is the rule.” It was a rule my Parents had that everyone went by while at my parents house.

Now Remember I am a Healthy 17 Year Old Male in a House with 4 Little girls all Naked and they invie 15 of their little girl friends all ranging n age from 8 to 11 years of age.

Well all their friends are called and my Sister comes out of my parents bedroom with a tape and put it in the VCR and she is Playing with her Cute Little 8 Year Old Hairless Cunt and so are my cousins as they are watching a Sex Tape From Europe that shows Family members Fucking and my Baby Sister says to me “I want to be Fucked like that by My Big Brother” and as she says it she is looking at me and m cock which is Nice and Hard by now and she says to our cousins “Hey Gils look ay how big Danny’s cock is and how hard!”

THen they all come over and kneel front of me and then said “Danny can we play with it and suck it then will you fuck us all? and how big is your cock?” Here I am a 17 Year Old male in a House with 4 Naked little Hairless Cunt girls and they were asking me to fuck them only and Idoit would say NO and just as I was getting redy to say YES YES I would the door bell rang and I went to answer it and standing there at the door was 20 other little girls standing there in the doorway(vestible)completely naked with their little titties and hairless little cunts all in plain sight, So I told them all to come in.

They all came in the door one at a time and as they did they all reached out and jerked on my hard cock and squeeze and jerked on it 2 times each and I amost came right then and there till I heard my Baby sister yell out “Hi everyone guess what My Big Brother is going to Fuck all of our tight VIRGIN cunts tonight and maybe make some of us Pregnant BUT I am FIRST as he is my brother.” Then my cousins said “Then we are next as he is our cousin and youall can take a number on who is next after that.” Read the rest of this entry »

Dear Diary,

I just turned thirteen a few days ago and I had my party at my best friend Stephanie’s house. It was so much fun! I have the biggest crush on her dad. Mr. Mitchum is tall and so handsome. He has broad shoulders and he is so strong. He is totally perfect!!! He lost his wife about 10 years ago and never remarried. He loved her so much. I want him to love me that much. I thought I saw him staring at me but I must be imagining things. I just wish he would notice me!

Dear Diary,

Today I walked over to Steph’s place to pick up my backpack and this is what happened:

I knock on Steph’s door. Mr. Mitchum answers it. My heart bounces in my chest and I feel my nipples get hard at the sight of him. Oh my, I forgot to wear a bra. I see him staring at my hard nipples. I’m sure he notices. He must be about Brad Pitt’s age but he is way cuter. Mr. Mitchum says that Steph is not home. That’s okay I tell him. I just need to grab my backpack. Do you know where I left it?

“Let’s go find it,” he says. I lead the way upstairs in my little short plaid shirt and tight white tee. He follows behind and I feel him looking at my white panties. We get to the top of the stairs and go into Steph’s room. The bed is unmade and her clothes are all over the floor. I’ll never find it. I bend down and look under the bed. My ass sticking high in the air and my little skirt raising up. I feel Mr. Mitchum bend over me. I jerk up and turn around. His eyes are dark with lust and I lick my pouty lips as he lowers his head and kisses me softly.

“Do you want this,” he asks. I nod my head. I feel my panties getting wet with excitement as he lowers his mouth to mine and savagely devours it. I fall back onto the bed. He lifts my skirt and touches my wet softness. “You are so cute,” he says. “You are really developed for your age. I swear you look about 16 or 17.” “I know,” I say as he starts to grab my big luscious boobs. He sucks on my tight nipples through the shirt and they get so hard. My shirt is almost see-through and he tells me how beautiful my tits are. Then he presses himself against my little pussy. He is so big and hard straining against his jeans. The power of his cock is so evident and makes me crazy for him. He thrusts his jean clad dick against my teeny twat. “I have been wanting you since you were ten,” he says. “Your breasts were getting so big and I knew that little pussy was growing soft baby hair. I have been wanting to touch it and feel myself inside you for so long.”

I couldn’t believe he feels the same way I do. I always felt like he might like me but now I know he really does. He wants me and thinks I am beautiful. “I always liked you too Mr. Mitchum,” I say. 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 »

Riding the bus home from school, Amanda looked out the rain-streaked window. “It’s not raining too hard,” she thought to herself, “maybe Mike won’t cancel out on me.”