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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.

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 »

When I was 16 and my sister was 14, she was constantly a bitch to me. No matter what I did, it pissed her off. We lived on a farm and had played doctor and fooled around bunches until I got a girlfriend about 6 months before. I didn’t know that Amy was just jealous of the time I was spending with my girlfriend.

One afternoon, I had just put the tractor in the barn, when Amy came out and started in on me.

“Jesus Christ, you almost ran over the dog when you came through!.”

I had had it. I reached around her and pulled the door shut. We were alone in the barn. “Why have you been such a bitch?” I asked.

“You have ignored me ever since you started dating Mary.”

“THAT’S your problem??”

“We used to have so much fun together and now you don’t even talk to me,” she whined.
With that, I picked her up and turned her over me knee and pulled down her jeans. “You are acting like a child and I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Amy struggled as I tugged off her jeans, fought so hard that I also pulled off her panties. Her bare white ass was set off by the magnificent tan from working in her bikini. Read the rest of this entry »

It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The suburban neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing touch football in the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising. Yes, life was beautiful that day — just as life is ALWAYS beautiful at the Brady’s.

Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan and Cindy had come home in Mom’s car. But, just like it does every weekend, the Brady household was cumming alive.

Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike’s clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty of time to PLAY!

Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him and Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room.

“Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?” Greg decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household needed that night.

“Everyone up to MY room! Time to start the evening!” 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 »

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 »

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. Read the rest of this entry »

It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The suburban neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing touch football in the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising. Yes, life was beautiful that day — just as life is ALWAYS beautiful at the Brady’s.

Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan and Cindy had come home in Mom’s car. But, just like it does every weekend, the Brady household was cumming alive.

Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike’s clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty of time to PLAY!

Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him and Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room.

“Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?” Greg decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household needed that night. 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. 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. 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” . 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. 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.”