When I was a little k**, my sexual curiosity was already increasing, even at the age of around 7 to 8. At the time, I was curious about one thing and one thing only; breasts. I'm not the i****t type, and no one else in my f****y can actually pique my sexual interest, but my grandmother strangely did, and it was only her at the time. My grandmother was probably about 50 plus or 60 plus at the time, and was pretty much a BBW, and she would usually be my caretaker most of the time, since my parents were always busy with work. So, I would usually spend most of my time with her at home. Even now, I still think that she never actually attracted me sexually, it just happened one night, and it dragged on for quite some time after that… As a little k**, I would usually sl**p with her in bed, I don't know but I always wake up late at night just to caress her breasts. I'd usually do it after she slept soundly, that's when I'd strike. It all started with caressing her breasts slowly, since I didn't want to wake her up, if I did, I'd be in trouble! Her breasts were like any other BBW grandmother's breasts; saggy, soft and always warm, I still remember it like yesterday. At the time, I knew what I was doing was wrong, but the feeling of joy was too strong for me to even feel guilty! First, I would usually grab her breasts whole, and then I would caress and massage them slowly. I would then pull my face close to her breasts to smell and sniff them. Her breasts had this 'old people sweat …
FUCKING MY GRANDMA-IN-LAW!!!
I confronted Janice after she got off the phone with her grandmother. "Why did you fill her in on all the stuff going on around here? Your grandmother is really prim and proper. I don't want any trouble from her or your grandfather" Janice's grandfather had his own energy firm once. He was constantly on the road, mostly overseas. We seldom saw him, even for holidays and I can count on one hand the number of birthdays he's attended. Our interaction with him was primarily thru her grandmother, Margaret. She has always doted on Janice and they have remained a close, often telling each other almost everything. Almost! I continued to push Janice for an answer to my question. "Grandma is going thru some issues now and I wanted to help her out" Janice said. "What kind of issues and how could airing our lives do anything to help?" I asked. "She thinks Grandpa is cheating on her, Janet hissed out. She suspects it has been going on for several years with one of his co-workers who travel with him overseas. She has found some notes and gift receipts for some expensive items." "That sly old dog! But that's no proof. The notes could describe something innocent and as for gifts, could be rewards for good work." "Well all in all, Grandma is convinced that it’s real and she’s started to do something about it, but is not convinced she is handling it correctly. She wanted my opinion and I gave it to her and then I informed her of our unique arrangement," Janice finished. I was puzzled. "What …
Going All The Way from the book: SUGAR IN MY BOWL
Going All the Way By Liz Smith In 1939, my birthplace in Texas wasn’t the metropolis complex that it is today—a huge hub for international travel with museums, art galleries, fashion, insurance, oil, and the cattle “bidness” at the center of it. Back in the 1930s, Fort Worth was still a small town, complete with streetcars and a uniformed cop on every other corner. The country had begun emerging inch by inch from the Great Depression that had crushed America after the stock market crashed in 1929. Even insular Texans were beginning to be aware that this was a dangerous world and a bunch of thugs called the Nazis were about to march into Poland and throw the world into chaos. I even recall some months later, my high school class experienced our French teacher, weeping that the Germans had paraded down the Champs-Elysées in Paris. We cried with her, for Paris was a city of our dreams where American talents such as F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, and Gertrude Stein abounded and impressionist art reigned supreme. We knew about Paris—it was where women danced bare-breasted in the Follies Bergère. On the other hand, life in Fort Worth was provincial and insular, full of misplaced western pride and obsessions with football. Racism and southern paternalism still beset the great state of Texas (Lyndon Johnson’s civil rights advances lay far in the future) . . . A demagogue Catholic priest, Father Coughlin, was forever on the radio preaching hatred. (There was no such thing as …
My sissy son,by his dad and lover Part 6
So 3 years have gone by since I last spoke to you. Many changes,mostly very good,even my ex is OK too. I got promoted in my job,much more responsibility,longer hours,but a bigger salary to match. I /we had to move as well,from England to America,huge upheavel,but worth it for both of us. Because we live in the States now,Lucy can finally discard all her male attire..and be Lucy ..my 'daughter/my wife' full time.She looks after me/the house,and while other men who work for the company employ maids/servants for their wives..Lucy's happy to do it herself.We've been to parties,bbq's organised by the wives,usually about 20 adults,and 8 or 10 k**s too. Lucy suggested we 'had one' too,i thought it was a great idea and she asked Carol,the wife of the CEO to help her. Carol was in her 50's an ex beauty queen who still looked stunning,had 3 c***dren and was now a grandmother too.We decided (at Carol's advice) to get some caterers in the first time and the bill would be quite reasonable..so that's what we did.They'd organise the seating, the food,even cook the food,all we had to do was buy a new fridge to hold beers,wine,and sodas for the k**s.But I came home one night and found Lucy in tears..and it took me ages for her to tell me what had happened.Carol wanted to change her dress after she'd spilled coffee on hers,so we went to my wardrobe to pick something out for her.She looked in yours as I left to take a phone call..and it was obvious to her that the clothes were yours..not mine! …
My Husband, My Slave
Sophie is a high powered executive who makes decisions that impact the lives of her staff and community every day. When her husband, John, has some problems she does what comes naturally, deciding what is best for both of them. This is a four-part story. INTRODUCTION I think it would be best if I begin at the beginning—back before all this happened–with an introduction of who we are and why I’m telling this story. I’m Sophie—actually Sophia, but I’ve always thought that was much too formal and much too old fashioned. I was, after all, named for my maternal grandmother, I suspect because she was really loaded. She’d inherited millions from my grandfather who was invested heavily in real estate and railroads back when railroads were king. I’m now 34 years old, 5’9” tall, and weigh only two pounds more than when I graduated college—127 pounds. I’m tall and slender with shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes, measuring 34B, 25, 34, and I stay in good shape by either using our company gym or working out at home. I’m an extremely successful executive—a senior vice president–with an international corporation that specializes in developing commercial and industrial real estate even though I don’t need the money. I now own all my grandfather’s investments—millions and millions in blue chip stocks and bonds. I’m now thrilled to be very happily married to John Masters, 36, an even six feet, and 160 pounds although I wasn’t always. John had created more problems with his insane …
The Best Surprise Christmas Gift My Wife Ever Gave Me
My wife and I are both Marines. I am twenty six and she is twenty seven. I was wounded six months ago by an IED and am healing at home on detached duty. I am now finishing therapy and learning to use my leg again. She is still on active duty and just re-enlisted for another four years. She serves with a transportation unit in Afghanistan and it is her second deployment. I am so proud of her for her service to our country, and I love her completely. When we left community college, where we met, we both decided to join the Marines. Being from military families, it seemed the thing to do. It was mostly all we knew. We married just after boot camp fully realizing that married military couples could be separated for long periods of time. I just never thought about Christmas as one of those times. Christmas has always been the most difficult holiday for me. It's a lonely time of year when you have no family around. I was an only child and then lost both my mother and father before I was fifteen years old. My grandmother raised me, and though she loved me and did everything she could, Christmas wasn't the same without my parents. After I met Dani, Christmas became my favorite time of year. For every Christmas since we had known each other, and up to this year, we were together. Christmas Eve was always a very special romantic evening for us, and after our marriage it got even better. The evening usually included a nice dinner with a fine wine, making out before the fire until we …
Sextexting
I was drying my hair in the bathroom and heard my familiar Rammstein ringtone announcing I'd received a Whatsapp message. Wondering whether I should take a look now or wait until I finished getting ready, I continued waving the hair dryer around my head, feeling the lovely heated air wafting through my luxurious locks. Regarding myself critically in the mirror I thought to myself, considering the hectic week I’d just had, I’d come out of it relatively unscathed. Hmmm not bad, could be worse . I reflected whilst inspecting the shallow bags under my eyes. Of course no-one looks their best dressed without make up, long wet hair being blown all over the place by a hair dryer that has itself confused with a jet engine wearing a baggy t-shirt, so big that it always leaves one or the other shoulders bare and cotton panties that would have done my grandmother proud. The mobile sounded again and unable to contain my piqued curiosity any longer, I interrupted the important ritual of getting ready and crossed the hallway to my bedroom. My phone was charging because I was going out tonight, it was a Friday after all, and I wanted to make sure it had enough juice to last the whole evening. As I picked it up, Rammstein once again blared from the speaker, almost making me jump. While my heart settled back into its normal rhythm, I unlocked the screen and saw I had a Whatsapp messages from Victoria, an old girlfriend who'd moved to the states last year. I looked at the time and saw it was …
Seducing my elder sister Maha PART-1 [Edited]
Hi every one, I m Naren from Tamil nadu, IN. I always loved incest and especially incest with sisters. Let me start my real life. Our family consists of 7 member; my dad, mom, grandfather, grandmother, my 1st elder sister Surya (elder to me by 8 years), and 2nd elder sister Maha (elder to me by 7 years). As being the youngest I was treated like the prince in my family. When I was about 5, my grandma died. Then either one of my sisters will sleep with my granddad b'coz of his age and health issues. The rest of my family members will sleep in the hall. We 3 siblings had always been so close. When they woke up in the morning both my sisters used to piss together and whenever I saw that I used to touch their butts and cup them. They also used to enjoyed that with a smile. My first incest experience happened at 5. Surya, she was 13 by then and had asked me to sleep with her in our grandpa’s room, b'coz she is getting bored. At 1st rejected since the childhood I didn't slept in that room. But she said if I sleep with her she would allow me to touch her butt for the whole night. And I agreed after that. (Remember at that age I don’t know anything about sex.) The night came and it was monsoon and raining a bit. After finishing the dinner we went to grandpa’s room. He was sleeping on the mat at the one end of the room. Surya spread the mat for us on the others end and turned of the light. It was slightly cold, so she loudly said come Naren, we will share this blanket b'coz it’s …
Naughty Thoughts About My Stepfather
I've been having a lot of wicked thoughts and dreams about my stepfather lately. I’m thinking that this summer, I’m going to try and seduce my stepfather, Michael. I just find him amazingly handsome. My stepfather is very sexual and enjoys sex. I know he likes me because he's always smiling at me and running his eyes up and down my body. My stepfather is 6’2” and has brown short hair. He’s very athletic and has an amazing body. He works out and is pretty muscular in the right spots. I love his arms especially. He has the most amazing biceps. My stepfather owns a car dealership. We all drive really nice cars. Sometimes, my stepfather works from home if he has to go to auctions or if he just feels like goofing off for the day. When you own your own business, you kind of just show up when you want too. My name is Wanda and I’m twenty years old and am home from college for the summer. I'm 5'7" and have brown hair, brown eyes, 38C breasts, and long legs. I have sex on the brain all the time. I’m always masturbating and getting myself off. I love to think about my stepfather fucking me, while I masturbate. I will lie back on my bed and pull my panties down, spread my legs, and play with my bald pussy. I rub my fingers all over my clitoris and squeeze my pussy lips together. I love to work my fingers between my pussy and then when I’m good and wet, I slide my fingers up to my knuckle and fuck myself. As I get more and more aroused, I slide more fingers inside of myself. My pussy …
Work Facial
She had red hair. It was obviously a dye-job. Most likely to hide the natural grey that I'm sure was there. Her figure was voluptuous. A few extra pounds here and there, but in all the right places. She was my next-door neighbour at work. She was a schoolteacher. I'm a teacher. The thing about being a guy in a female-dominated profession is this: you are surrounded by women. Women of all sorts; for every over-the-hill battleaxe, there is a young, nubile, just-out-of-college hottie who thinks nothing of wearing close fitting sweaters or short skirts. There are also the slightly older ones, who've aged well and know how to leverage their charms to their best advantage. This would describe my neighbour. I'll call her Julia. She had shoulder length red hair. She had impressive breasts, probably D-cup and a lovely heart-shaped ass. She had a slight paunch… but I don't know of many grandmothers who don't. She calls herself a 'sexy' grandmother in conversation and I'm not about to argue with her about that. Julia was about my height, 5'6". I'll be the first to admit to being a bit on the short side. It's never bothered me. I figure average height for an American male is about 5'8" or 5'9"… average dick length is 6 or 61/2 inches. If I had to choose one or the other to be short-changed on, take a little off the top, thank you very much! Julia and I have a number of things in common, despite our nearly fifteen-year age gap. I'm just past 30 and she's nearing 50. We both teach, …
Your Pussy Or Your Life 2 by loyalsock
"Bet you never realised how good sex between consenting relatives coule be, eh my lady?" said McCabe. "I admit I was horrified at first but you'd have shot us, wouldn't you, if we hadn't agreed to your crazy demands," replied Lady Sarah, meekly. "Too fucking right, I would," replied McCabe. "I think it's time now your grandson gave you a good hard fucking." "Oh no," said Lady Sarah, "I draw the line at that." "Too fucking bad," said McCabe, "nobody gets away with not doing what I tell them to. Hugo, that thick cock of yours looks great in your hand but you'll find it'll feel so much better once you get it in your granny's nice warm pussy." "No," said Hugo, "I won't." McCabe aimed the gun, his finger round the trigger. "Oh yes you will," he said. "OK, OK," said Hugo, quickly. "Don't shoot me, please." "The only shooting I want to see this afternoon is you shooting your spunk in your grandma's pussy," replied McCabe. "Go for it, boy, else I might just …" "OK, OK," said Hugo again, moving in with his cock at the ready and nudging it against the entrance to Lady Sarah's fuck box. "I'll do it. Sorry, grandmother," he added, smiling apologetically. "Just fuck me, sweetheart," said Lady Sarah, bending over, ready and willing to take it doggy-style, "he ain't gonna leave us alone until you do." With that, Hugo slid his rod into Lady …
Gaby and the Tutor (Chap 2)
Gaby – my little niece. By Fireengine8 (Foreword: A series of adventures with my preteen niece. If you are opposed to preteen sex; do not read) Gaby (Chap. 2) Gaby has a one-month anniversary. (Part I) My first weekend with Gaby was a totally unexpected blast when the little darling French kissed me to no end. She really loves working her soft lips against mine and slipping her tongue deep into my mouth. Before the weekend was over she kissed and licked my cock and sampled my cum. Her sexual awakening was a glorious thing and I gave her a real treat by bringing her to an earth shattering orgasm; more than once by the time Monday morning came. Life is good. The three following weekends were near copies of the first with a few adjustments; and today is weekend number four. Our one-month anniversary. During the past weeks, by the time I picked her up after school on Fridays, I could tell her sexual frustration was climbing like a monkey going up a tree. She wanted to kiss me when I picked her up and I nearly had to restrain her because she would never give me a chaste “Uncle” kiss. I imagined she would lip lock to me like an extra horny girlfriend right in front of the school. A promise to fix her little problem when we got to my apartment made her calm her jets until the door closed behind us. Then it was almost a race to see who could get naked and into my bed first. Afterwards we would laugh and giggle about it and promise not to be so crazy; except it never worked. Gaby …
Lord of the rings:Hope for the future pt 3-Eowyn.
Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters depicted in this story. Chapter 2,m:Eowyn. Galadriel had been delivered safely of two strong and beautiful half-elven twins,both girls to the joy of many who saw great things in there future.Galadriel fairly glowed with love for her children and would often kiss her husband deeply for this precious gift.Arwen was happy for her fellow wife and grandmother as their children brought them closer together. Harvey,on the other hand,was trying all means necessary to get Arwen and Galadriel to find other lovers to take as husbands.He could not understand why two of middle earths most beautiful elves would take him as a husband,let alone carry his children. The two elves had grown in power,beauty,magic and physical strength.There beauty was second to none even within their own race,their bodies and beauty seemingly entering the realm of the divine. Arwen's magic was so powerful that it now allowed her to fly.With a thought she could freeze time and a word from her could turn day to night and vice versa.Those who tried to fight her would find themselves dead just by looking in her eye. Galadriel's enchantments had grown as well.Her aura of light so great it could heal any injury or sickness just by being in her presence.She could bring whole forests to life just by walking in them,create weapons of great power by just thinking of them and giving life to new creature of myth and legend with a wave of her hand.Just by looking at a person she …
Accounting Fun
Hey Guys, here's a new story for you all. I've been keeping busy with work and studies so I haven't had much time to play or meetup with anyone unfortunately. However, i know you all enjoy my stories, so I've made on up here for all of you to enjoy. As I'm writing this I've got some smoking hot chocolate cooling down and i've got three mini marshmallows stuffed up in my pussy, warming them up to eat 🙂 I arrived home yesterday from work around 3:30PM when I was changing out of my work clothes. I slipped off my navy blue jacket and skirt revealing my black frilly panties, my white shirt and underneath it, my black bra. It was a tiring yet productive day at work. I was getting ready to take a shower as my thoughts were flooded with eroticism as I began to think about this cute couple that were enthralled with one another on the Subway. They had gotten on the subway heading east from Woodbine station. They sat directly opposite me on the subway as I watched them snuggle and passionately kiss one another. The woman seemed to be a bit more reserved but thoroughly enjoying herself while her boyfriend was clearly in heat and needed more of her as he caressed her thigh. The home phone rang bringing me back to reality, it was someone downstairs looking to come up. "Hello?"…I answered. "Good Evening, Guildview Pharmacy Delivery" came the reply from a male voice. I forgot my grandmother had ordered her medicine but she was visiting another f****y member at the time. So I let him up …
The Summerhouse – Annes Story
As my husband Bill wrote, it all began with a chance remark. At least, that was what we thought at the time. I found out later that my friend Ellen had planned it from the start; it just went a little further than she intended. I am certain she didn't expect me to be the mother of her first grandchild. Reading my husband's description of that night so long ago, when I seduced Oliver, has brought it all back to me as if it were yesterday. It makes me feel all young and girlish again, just the way I felt when Oliver bent down to kiss me for the first time. Mind you, in his account I am inclined to think that Bill gave away too many of our secrets. I am still not sure that our daughter Eleanor would really want everyone to know who her real father is, although that is not to say that Bill has not been a proper father to her too. That would be unfair, because he has loved her as much as our other two daughters, Gemma and Nicola. But Eleanor is nineteen now and a grown woman, and she has said that she is quite happy with Bill's account of our rather unusual family arrangements. As you must have guessed, I am Anne. I am no longer the young girl whom Bill married, or even the early middle-aged woman who took Oliver as her lover. I am now a pensioner, and I am soon to become a grandmother for the first time. I think I still look pretty good for my age, and I pay great attention to my appearance, just as I always have. Of course my figure has filled out, and my boobs have sagged a …
How I Started being an Exhibitionist
I was in my early forties when I finally succumbed to the urge to show myself naked to a strange man. I was always proud of my body, with my large breasts, thanks to my Greek grandmother, and my not-too-big other parts, thanks to my French grandmother, who I suspect also gave me my appetite for sexual adventure. I always enjoyed surprising my lovers by letting a house-gown fall open when they least expected it, or let my tits show as I leaned over to pour their coffee at breakfast. Even after a night of being naked in bed together, the brief flash of my big tits was a great turn-on, for me as well as my partner. My long-time best-friend and occasional lover was Alex, a great exponent of all things kinky. He was a good bit older than me and not always able to get his cock hard enough for a real fuck, but he still needed the regular relief of a good ejaculation, and sometimes I would help him with my hands and mouth. If I was really lucky I might get him hard enough so that I could straddle him and take his penis into my vagina. When that happened, I could feel him getting really hard as he neared his climax and the feel of his cock spurting inside me would make me cum. In those years, my only approach to exhibitionism was when we did a role-play in which I pretend not to know he is peeking while I undress, posing to admire myself in the mirror while wearing panties and bra, knowing how much he loves seeing my breasts supported by the 36D cups and my panties enticingly hiding …
Raising Peter Chaptr 14
Raising Peter, Chapter 14 (Mom has a great MEATING) ****************************************************************************************** This is a total work of fiction. The story includes incest bi-sexual, group sex, and water sports, among other things. If any of these offend you, this is not the story for you. If you’re reading just to make smart remarks about the errors in the story, save your time, they are there. I just do the best I can and try to improve with each story. To those who have given constructive criticism, thank you for your advice and your votes. ******************************************************************************************As soon as we were all in the bedroom Mom told us there was one more thing she wanted to clear up before we got started with the sex. I could see her eyes water up a little and I knew she had something serious on her mind. “Kay you told me you intended to marry my Son and give us grand babies. It’s no secret that I’ve been a piss-poor Mother to my son but I can promise both of you that from this day on I’ll be a better Mother and when you do have children, I’ll be a good Grandmother. I gave Mom a kiss then told her, “From this day on, our lives as a family starts now. The past is just that, the past and that’s where it’ll stay. Mom looked over at Susan, giving her a little girl pouty look, “I’ve never been with this many people at one time; I don’t know what I ’m supposed to do. I guess I’ll have to put myself in …
Johns Dream Girl (chapters 21 through 22)
* * * * * Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The author holds exclusive rights to this work. Author's Note: This novel deals with extremely taboo situations and events in a very graphic, no-holds-barred manner. It covers a myriad of taboo sexual categories, ranging from "incest" to "rape," and beyond. If taboo thoughts, ideas and fantasies are not your sexual "cup of tea," then by all means, please feel free to bypass this story entirely. Consider yourself warned. * * * * * JOHN'S DREAM GIRL An Adult Erotic Twisted Tale About Taboo Relationships by rat_race * * * * * CHAPTER 21 2006: The Two-Timing Twat * * * * * "So, how did everything go? Was it how you thought it would be? Come on. Spill the beans. Tell me everything," Susie urged Trish, as she was lying in bed with her, naked under the covers, and playfully tweaking Trish's left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It was a Saturday night, and a whole week had passed since Trish had intentionally lost her virginity to her Grandpa John, right after she had scissored on a 12-inch-long, double-dong dildo with her grandmother. The two girls usually had their sleepovers at Susie's house, but tonight Susie was sleeping over at Trish's house for a change. It …
Porn Star Roadtrip with OHGirl, Velvet and Denise
I spent the week finishing my work demands and packing my things for the road. I’d be staying at a hotel with my mom and grandma as we traveled and that included while we were in LA, my hometown. My boyfriend, Ryan, and I had a great round of sex before I stopped to visit my dad and siblings to let him know about my new gig. He had kept up with me via texting, so he knew the story, but it had been a while since I had been home. I spent the evening visiting and then drove back into the city to join my newest porn star road partners. I hadn’t seen much of my mom, since she was visiting her many c***dren, whom she had conceived, birthed and raised with my dad and a handful of other men. She had also gone to visit my twin siblings, whom she had with a Hispanic lover who she had gotten pregnant by years before. I had seen the postings on her website and was actually a bit envious when I saw that she had fucked a large group of gang members, with whom the father was associated. I knew that she was once a member of the gang and had been their whore. I would have to talk to her about it in the future and maybe get an invite too. My mom was sucking off my grandfather when I arrived, so I sat and joined my grandmother as she smoked a cigarette and watched. I lit up and felt myself getting wet while my mom deepthroated his hairy tool. I found myself licking my lips as my mouth filled with saliva and I knew that I wanted a taste too, even though I had just tasted him two nights before. I …
Denise becomes Brandy Crush
Denise: I was so happy with my dad and I respected him even more for his understanding. I didn’t want to disappoint him so I made sure to remember everything he had told me about my mom and her mom’s failures. He had never hid the truth and it helped to know it or I may have ended up pregnant when I was only 11 years old. My clit was hard and throbbing as I rubbed it in the shower and masturbated with the shower head until I came. The news was exciting and it made me so horny to know that I would be back in Japan in two weeks, sucking cock and getting fucked my large groups of men for money. What more could a young girl want, I thought while I combed my hair and got ready for dinner with my f****y. I knew what I wanted and it was another round with my 5 black classmates, who had nailed me the night before. I smiled and licked my lips as I rehashed the night in my mind. I would have to find a way to get laid soon or I was going to be playing with myself all night. I opened the window in my bedroom and sat in the frame to smoke, blowing it out so that no one would know. My one hand held my cig as the other settled under my long tank top to finger my tight slit. It was still daylight out, but I didn’t care if the neighbors saw me. All they would notice was a girl straddling the window sill with her hand under her shirt while she smoked. I couldn’t wait until I flew back to Japan and could get back to having sex on a regular basis. I phoned my grandmother and her husband later …
The Plumber by loyalsock
Jake was just about finished installing the new hot water heater for Mrs. Drake, as the old one had been leaking like a sieve and must have cost a fortune to run. Jake lit the pilot light and waited for the familiar whoosh that came when the burner fired up. Mrs. Drake leaned around the corner and asked if everything was O.K. “No problem Ma’am, all finished,” Jake said, as he wiped his hand with an old rag hanging from his tool belt. “Be upstairs in a minute!” After gathering up all of his tools, Jake headed out to the truck to make out the bill. After all the parts and labor were included the total came to $450.00. “Not to bad,” thought Jake, as he went back into the house. Mrs. Drake took the bill and looked it over for what seemed to be a very long time. “Is there a problem Mrs. Drake,” asked Jake. “No, there's no problem. I was just thinking that maybe you would like to add another $550.00 to make it an even thousand.” Jake eyed her a little suspiciously and wondered why she would make such an offer. Jake had found out that Mrs. Drake had been widowed about twelve years ago and lived alone.He guessed she must have been about sixty five years old give or take, and while not especially attractive, after all she was in her sixties, she had a pleasant enough appearance and had a slightly husky build. “Well Jake, as you know I have lived alone for a long time and I, ah well, well I–oh forget it!” she stammered. All of a sudden it dawned on Jake that the old biddy wanted to …
Anniversary Trip ch.5 – The Party
This is the fifth and final installment of the story of our Tenth Wedding Anniversary. Earlier installments are Tenth Wedding Anniversary, Stripper, Paula's Turn, an Paula's Bi Interlude. At the end of our week in Vegas, I gave Paula her anniversary present, a diamond and blue sapphire dinner ring. The 14 diamonds were inherited from my grandmother, but even with that, the gold setting and sapphires brought the cost of ring to over $1000. Needless to say, Paula was elated with the gift. That night, she dressed in a very exotic outfit, a mini skirt, thigh-high stockings, 4-inch "fuck-me" pumps, a very tight blouse with a thin bra, eye shadow and eye liner, fire-red lip rouge, two rings on one hand and the diamond-sapphire on the other. Notice that I did not say she wore panties. Underneath her short skirt, she was totally naked. Her trimmed bush made a delightfully wicked dark strip above her clit that was easily visible when she opened her legs ever so slightly. Her big 36D-cup breasts thrust the thin material of the tight blouse outward, her nipples indenting the material to reveal both their location and their large size. I was hard just looking at her in our hotel room. We made a night of it. First a superb dinner in the 5-star restaurant at the Hilton and then a show and dancing. As I held her on the dance floor pressing her big tits into my chest, I told her about the other part of her anniversary present. "There's a second part to the anniversary …
Family Moves Forward Part 5
CHAPTER 10 Well mom was right. We no sooner finished fucking when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be?” Mom said as she crawled off of my wilting cock. She pulled her summer dress on over her head and headed for the front door. “I’ll get dressed.” I said. “No you don’t have to do that. This is your home, and I’m not going to let anyone in.” She went into the living room and opened the front door. “Mom!. I thought you just called.” “I did, honey, why didn’t you pick up?” “I was busy. I was going to call you back.” “Well I called from the car, I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop buy. I don’t hear from you,” she said as she walked into the family room, where I was hopping around trying to pull my pants up over my wet cock. “Oh, what’s going on here?” “Nothing Grandma. How are you?” “I’m fine. I was just going to talk to your mother about Sarah. Your Grandmother Wilson called and told me that she came over for a visit.” “A visit Mom?” mom said. “Come on really?” “Well a bit more than a visit,” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “Are you going to offer me some tea or coffee?” “Plum out,” mom said. “Really? No tea?” “Okay, Stevie get your grandmother some hot tea. The tea bags are in the canister.” Then she directed my grandmother to sit. “So you’ve been talking to Dave’s mother?” “Yes, and such an idea, no sex except only to have babies?” “That’s what she wanted.” “And you sent her to the Wilson's for advice, and not to me?” “Actually it …
The Truth About Wolfie and Little Red
Introduction: I am here to set the record straight. The story of Little Red Riding Hood has been told as one with threats and a big bad wolf. Well, I am the wolfie but that is not how it all went down. Listen, I didn't want to eat her, okay? Hell, I'm not a cannibal. Might be a little pervy on the sniffing thing but I mean, I'm a canine so what do you expect? Anyway, what follows is the true story of what happened on that infamous day. __________________________________ She didn't have red hair as many have suggested, nor did she wear a “riding hood”. In fact, she didn't wear a cloak-like garment because it was a warm Spring day. Instead, she wore a thin, red hoody. Can you see already the distortions that have amassed? Those impostor story tellers just don't care enough for fact, not like me. I'm telling you the TRUE story! Yup—100% fact! Let's take a look at other misinformation the impostors have spread. They called me “the big bad wolf”. Well friends, I am anything but bad and when you see pictures, hell, the lumberjacks and even granny were bigger than me. I wouldn't hurt a soul. Perverted—yes; but mean? No! I didn’t want to eat that little girl and have her all gone. Those storytellers claim that I stalked her through the brush one day while she made her way to her grandmother’s house. Bull-whorky! That is so wrong! You see, I stalked that little girl for MANY days, not just one, and I stalked her through every imaginable flora and fauna. And pity me for the …