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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 »

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 »

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 »

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… 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. Read the rest of this entry »

Wendy braided her hair into two pigtails, and tied pink ribbons on the ends. She thought it was a baby hairstyle for her eighteen years, but she knew he liked it and wore it that way on purpose. She loved the heat that came into his eyes when he looked at her. Her panties got damp just thinking of him looking at her that way and knowing the thoughts running through his mind when he did.