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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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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. Read the rest of this entry »

“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.

The first couple of weeks weren’t that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I’d always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, “Hey, look at that ass, don’t you want to fuck her?”. 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 »

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.” Read the rest of this entry »

I was waiting in my room when my mother called me.