Two early sexual experiences Two short stories based on some voyeur experiences I had while in my teens.Experience 1 We used to live in a very quiet place in the UK – but with quite enclosed gardens. Our next door neighbours had two great looking daughters – one around 16 and the other a few years older. Both were attractive – not stunning – but as a young guy of 14 (at the time) enough to make me take notice. The older one, Beverly, was quite tall, long chestnut-coloured hair, shapely and liked to look after herself. One way she did this was to sunbathe in the garden – and as this was in the UK, this didn’t happen often. Well, one day she was out there, in her bikini, oiled up and on her front. The angle of the garden lounger meant that I had a great look right up her legs to the fabric covering her pussy. I had worked out, by this stage of course, that there was a gap enough to look through to their garden and be quite secluded myself. And as a teenage boy, jerking off was a natural habit. So, knowing no one was at home I went outside, keeping quiet and took up my position to spy on Bev. What a view – and with the crappy binoculars I had taken from the house, I could see her legs, and what I was convinced as the outline of her pussy. Cock in hand I started to beat off, focussed on that patch of fabric. Hope against hope she would also take to some garden wanking, but no such luck. After a few moments she turned over. I do not think she saw me – not even a sly glance to …
Babysitter Gives My Sister and Me A Sex Education
I have a fraternal twin sister, Shelly. As her twin brother we are naturally pretty close. Close age sibling relationships could go either way as always fighting and distant or close friends which is what we were. She’s mild tempered, very nice, not too shy, and above all very curious. She was curious in the way she’d bravely try just about anything without much hesitation. This story takes place when we were young, before puberty. We weren’t totally naive to sex but neither of us had really been exposed to it yet. A few times we did let each other briefly examine each other naked but there is nothing terribly exciting to tell about that. Next door to us was a large filipino family of about 9 children if I accurately recall. One of the oldest was a guy named Raul and he was about 18 or 19 years old. He was a big guy, tall, muscular build, and I remember he seemed so old, adult, and tall to me. He was great with his younger siblings and subsequently really good with us. He was a super cool older guy to me and I looked up to him. Sometimes when we were walking home from school he’d stop and give us a lift home in his car if he was passing by. In the back seat of his car he always had a pile of porn magazines and we would flip through the pictures checking out the naked women, men, and in some cases a graphic sexual act. Raul was a horny sexually liberal teenager and he didn’t hide it. He also told stories about his girlfriends which I always listened to with bated interest. My …
Teenage Daughter Fucks Her Fathers Boss
This is a sequel to a previous story I did which can be found here: http://sexstories.com/story/61669/ It's Friday night and it's Steve's turn to host the weekly poker game with a few coworkers. Sitting across from him is Rick, his boss, who takes great joy in antagonizing Steve. He's an all-around asshole that loves to flaunt his power and authority, especially over Steve who he views as a push-over beta male. A week ago Steve almost got fired due to poor performance. His job was saved by his daughter, who worked her magic on his boss Rick to convince him to not fire her dad. It happened at the last office party. She gave her dad's boss a blowjob in his office. Since then Rick has been loving looking at Steve and thinking about his daughter's mouth all over his cock and Steve doesn't even know about it. He's even told a few of the guys at work he's close with and Steve has been the running joke around the office ever since. The guys are at the table, joking around and drinking beers, as Rachel gleefully trots down the stairs. "Hey guys!" She smiles brightly as she walks past them, her perky chest bouncing, to go to the fridge. They smile back, Rick smirks at her as they make eye contact. Rachel is a very sexy 17 year old. Standing at around 5'4'', thin body, with long legs, smooth skin with a slight tan, deep brown eyes, sultry facial features, flat stomach, tight little butt, perky 32C bust, and long, dark brunette hair with lighter highlights. Combined with an aura of …
Latifa, the hijabi whore, Pt. I
*All character likenesses are coincidental. Please take a few seconds to rate and comment, your feedback determines how/whether I write more stories, thank you!* Latifa Begum is an 18-year-old college student, in her final year of college; she was excited to be finally moving away to university. As quite a confident and assertive woman brought up in a Muslim household, she often rebelled and did not really consider herself a Muslim; nevertheless, she always wore a hijab (head-scarf) and an abaya (long-dress). She accompanied her clothing with a pair of slick, sexy black high-heels. The heels empowered her in a strange way, and at 5ft 4, it made her a little taller too. Latifa had a fair, light brown complexion, with sweet chocolate-brown eyes, a nice nose and cheeks with beautiful pink lips. The rest of her features were covered – her ears and her gorgeous brunette hair were covered by her head-scarf – hidden from view of the many boys in college that took a liking to her. She was slim, with nice perky breasts and a perfectly-sized behind to match. She often chose abayas of a size too small, just to highlight her breasts and her behind, she also made sure her abaya was a little too short – just enough to allow people a view of her feet, heels and a tiny bit of her silky, smooth legs. As she got up from bed and took off her pyjamas in preparation for getting dressed, she realised what a long-winded day today would be – a full day of lessons with no free time in between. Her …
Ladyboy Memories
I must admit that I went kinda far with "artistic license" on a few of my personal stories. i really was a skinny, pretty lil ladyboy whore when I was, um1…young3 My little titties looked very big on my skinny little body too. It's my fondest memory. I was beautiful. Yes, I did a lot of prostitution too. My step f-ther made it possible by using estrogen cream on me because he wanted a fuck toy. He was a sick, selfish fuck. He taught me to suck dick, he trained my ass pussy and I continued training my ass and using the estrogen on my own. I did a few neighbor men and they gave me money and gifts like weed, liquor, jewlry. The neighborhood boys didn't have much to offer except for weed and cool knives and stuff but I would do them free sometimes. Everyone kept it secret because they weren't "faggots" but they kept coming back for more of me. 😉 Yes there was a club where they'd let me in to service the old pervs who wanted a cute little titty boy. They got most of the money though so I had to beg my clients for extra money and gifts. I went to their private homes when their wives and k!ds weren't home, I did some private parties and they made me do really gross disgusting things. I was so foolish putting myself in danger because any one of them could have strangled me and dumped me somewhere but I was careful to get doctors, lawyers, engineers, all educated professional men. Yes I did have an old army foot locker that I painted blue where I kept my dr*gs, money, liquor and …
03. Orlas Research
03. Orla’s Research People call me BC. Big Cat. I have had this nickname all my life except for a period of 3 or 4 years at Art College, where I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer’s time. I lived in a house by the sea, almost on the beach, with this other guy from my course. He was a moron but in the holidays I had the place to myself because he moved back home. I was really looking forward to the long summer break, when I would have six blissful weeks to myself but, annoyingly, his sister, Orla, was looking for somewhere to study during the summer hols. However, Orla was way more attractive than her brother. I simply couldn’t believe my luck when this beautiful girl turned up. Slim with long blonde hair, these bright eyes bursting with humour, and a wickedly cheeky mouth. One of these really smiley happy people, not like her miserable fatass brother. And I was single too! But unfortunately she wasn’t. And on top of this my flatmate embarrassed both of us by barking, “Do NOT fuck my sister,” as he left. As if she wasn’t there, as if this wasn’t up to her anyway. She was seeing some old friend of his as it turned out and was pretty frustrated, not that I knew that at the time. The first couple of days went by innocently enough. We both studied together in the lounge with these big doors open and a warm sea breeze blowing in. I worked at my drawing board (angled up between us so I could concentrate!) and she worked on the sofa with her books …
A Hot Teen Prescription 2 – Cocktail
Let's just say Adrianna was very often running through my head ever since her first session. I had exhibited better self control and had been able to do more detailed sessions with her. I convinced her mother to let me do hour and a half sessions with Adrianna, that she needed extra "help." It gave me longer to stare at her, longer to try to get details of her escapades. Plus it left me a free half hour until my next patient. Every session lead to a masturbation session in my private washroom, and God knows it didn't take but two or three minutes. It was those fucking legs and that angelic face. I just couldn't help myself. I had tried over the last month, with our twice a week visits to get more details about the teacher or the encounter with her father's friend Ian, but she never got specific about him. She was willing to talk about the two guys from school she had been with but her stories were so un-detailed. She shied away from specifics in every way to the point I got very frustrated. It was selfish but I was tired about fantasizing about her and her teacher from the first visit we had, she had never been as detailed as that again, and I needed more masturbatory material. I also thought more details from those experiences, might get me some inspiration to get what they got, and what I so desperately wanted, to cum deep inside her teenage twat. After a month of no success I did have an idea. I brought her mother in and told her I wanted to try hypnosis and got her …
A Reluctant Daughter 3
I posted these stories before and now I'm posting them again. This particular one is dark and twisted, not for the faint of heart. All characters are eighteen years old and legal. The remorse I felt over my whole situation knew no bounds. When I had banged my dad with my mother on the bed jealously had overridden my addled brain but now, with a clear conscience, I began to realize the severity of my actions. I had desacralized my parent’s marriage bed and disrespected my mother’s role as the woman of the house. Further still I had permanently broken things off with Ricky, giving up on the idea of trying to develop a healthy, intimate relationship with someone other than my father. Things were going really sour really fast. As I said before the sex between my father and I had reached an all time peak. We fucked like rabbits. I couldn’t get enough of him. There was literally no place we hadn’t screwed in the house. We had banged in the shower, on the living room carpet, on the stairs. Everywhere you looked we had touched. Less than a day ago I let my dad take me as I draped myself over the bathroom sink. We had been getting ready for our day, me for school and him for work, when he slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. My mom was downstairs making breakfast and we were upstairs doing it doggy style. That was another frightening aspect of our relationship, the voyeurism of it all. We had found that sex was ten times better when we risked getting …
Jakes Magic Remote XI – Misdirection
I'm so thrilled with the responses here! If anyone is on Reddit, I've also been posting in /r/timestop and /r/sexystories. This is a long chapter, but I think it's worth it! ————- Jake and Sarah were reading in the living room when the doorbell rang. Petra answered, knowing it would be Katie arriving, and welcomed her in. “Did you eat, Kat? We already did, but there’s some snacks if you want. Oh, you remember my parents.” Katie came around the corner with Petra and smiled. She was wearing a white tee and a tight pair of jeans, and Jake could swear that she’d grown a cup size since he’d seen her last, although that might just be the work of a really impressive feat of bramanship. Her hazel eyes, strikingly incongruous with her dark skin and hair, locked on Jake as she spoke. “Of course I do. Hi, Mrs. Stevens. Hi Mr. Stevens. Thank you for having me.” Petra’s eyes widened a little as she tried not to laugh at Katie’s accidental double-entendre. Then again, the way the girl was eye-fucking Jake, he wasn’t so sure it was accidental. He smiled as Sarah greeted her, then replied. “Hey, good to see you again. What have you two got planned?” Katie shrugged. “A little studying, maybe a board game… you know, whatever comes up. Girl stuff.” “Well, you two have fun then,” Jake replied. “Oh, we will. Thanks again.” As they left, Katie whispered something to Petra that sent them both into a giggling fit. Sarah watched them and frowned. “I’m starting to regret this,” she said …
InCorrections
From the author of Another Yard and Driven Lust Wayne Stewart INCORRECTIONS Copyright © 2014 Wayne Stewart As with any fictional story, this is for entertainment only. Please direct any complaints regarding character words or actions to the fictional character portraying the offense. WARNING: This book contains adult language and depictions of adult sexual acts, which may not be suitable for teenagers below the age of 16; or for anyone who does not wish to read stories containing written descriptions of explicit, erotic sexual behavior. It does contain serious, humorous, and interesting stories of contemporary literature and fictional tales of both romance and adventure; and is intended for a mature audience. Chapter 1 Ok, I’m no macho man. Call it metabolism or genetics; I’m just not bulky like most guys. Maybe I’m just a late bloomer. That’s the reason I was picked for the heist. The plan was simple enough. All I had to do was climb into the ventilation, drop into the jewelry store, and unlock the damn door. The guys would enter, grab the loot, fence it, and split the cash with me. Now, before you listen to them tell you what an idiot I was, let me explain. The cheap shoes I had was all I could afford. They weren’t gripping the metal the way I needed them to and my ponytail, past my shoulders in length, got caught by the hinge on the screen cover at the end. I know, cut the hair, pull or yank it out; all sounds great on paper. But you can’t do that when you’ve knocked …
The Life that is Dreamt of: Chapter 1
I have never been the type of person to express myself very much in the verbal way. Since elementary school I always knew in my head that I would do as best as I could academically and live the life I had always wanted to live since I was little, a big house, pretty wife, cool kids, and a wealthy, successful lifestyle. So I put my head down, achieved the grades I wanted to, participated in many championship sports teams, and enjoyed my life as the “popular” teenager so many kids long to be. So now, as I sit on my front porch in the Florida Keys, let me tell you the story of how I Giovanni Belettzo accomplished everything in my life I had dreamed of for so long, and everything in between. So I guess in my introduction I left out the fact that I’m a sex addict. Not in the way that you’re thinking however. I’m not one of those crazy fucks who are attracted to anything with a pulse. I am a very selective individual when it comes to what I will and will not shove my cock into repeatedly for a set amount of time until I shoot my load onto it. I guess to put it in a nutshell, I just enjoy having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body a little bit more than not having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body. To be completely honest, this literally all started in fifth grade, I can’t believe that was almost eight years ago. I received one of these weird snowboarding brand magazines for Christmas, and in the very back there …
Blk Gorillaz
This IS NOT a story,…. Its a blog!!! I'm finishing up my first story here, it will be done soon. And, its all about the interracial domination of a white boy by me. Its also a true story. Nearly every story I post will be true stories but, for now I would just like people to get familiar with me,… check out my profile, and especially my photo albulm!!! And, just to clarify, I'm not gay… fucking white sissy boys is just like fucking girls, I fuck bitches plain and simple. The white boys on the other hand,… Well, they may not start off that way but, they turn gay REAL FAST and they never go back!!! I'd love to know what you think!!! The rest of this is the word narrative for my photo albulm read this and, check out the albulm,… tell me what you think!!! This albums is abaout the interracial SEX between young WHITE boys and their rightful BLACK masters! Who are born to dominate,… these White sissy fuck boys who were made to be sucking black dick, and being fucked by dominant black men. White boys are the ideal whore for the black man. There just as beautiful as their female counter parts and, probably JUST as feminine, and are twice as insecure, and 10 times as submissive. And, no matter HOW MUCH you fuck,them they NEVER get pregnant,…"but don't put your clothes back on yet white boy because that's NOT going to stop us from trying!" And, its not going to stop them either. You see white boys are the ideal whore for the black man Jut look at all these Nigger loving …
Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember
I have a little dirty confession to make. The Château le Comte is the scene of one of my oldest, almost compulsive and permanent erotic fantasies. I remember a stifling summer day, just a few months after I turned sixteen. In spite of the glaring sun and the heat wave my girlfriends and me would walk around the city during the weekends to celebrate our freedom and spend some money we have gained out of our temporary jobs. Our lean, blossoming bodies, flowing summer dresses and short skirts on the border of propriety attracted the appreciative male gazes. We basked in the attention and ran our tongues over the melting surface of our ice creams cones, pretending to be oblivious of the passion we stirred. One of our favorite destinations was exactly the Château le Comte. We'd stand outside and gape at the magnificent building that stood out against the hovering skyscrapers. Even at that hormonal age in which our sensuality was waking up and we were making our first insecure steps on the road to womanhood we seemed to harbor typical girly fantasies. During that summer those wet dreams were all set there, at that unreachable castle. When we would gather at my house for a sleepover party I suggested that we dressed in the sexiest underwear we had and tell each other of our naughtiest daydreams related to Château le Comte. At first the girls got a little embarrassed and even claimed that the idea was stupid. Finally they agreed, albeit reluctantly. I could tell they were curious …
dildo surprise
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies – you choose which you think they are! If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! Many, many years ago, long before the internet allowed us all to discover ‘things’ in the luxury and quiet of our households sex education consisted of talking to mates (god help us), embarrassed parents (if you were lucky) or flower power ‘60’s experimental teachers . It’s truly a wonder any of us made it! One day as a teenager I found my dad’s stash of porno’s. Until then the only woman I’d ever seen naked was my mum. I was from that point hooked into women – cheers dad. So it goes I was interested in how girls found out about themselves. My first love/shag was great. We made a mess of shagging weekly, but we also learned a lot. Sadly though as both of us were still living at home, everything was rushed and opportunities had to be taken when they arose. But one summer my girlfriends parents went away on a short break, so we took good advantage of having the house to ourselves. We dived into her parents bedroom and bed! After shagging for what seemed ages we led there in post sex bliss. As Sue cwtched in she asked me how I knew what I knew when it came to sex. So I mentioned mates, porno mags and what we been told at school. So I returned the same question to …
Fade to Black
Aidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t cutting it anymore. ‘I like how ur girls get it ruf and dirty. Its hottt!’ He leaned towards the computer screen with a grin. ‘And how ‘ruf’ do you like it, Kelly?’ A quick movement at the door of the bedroom prevented him from awaiting a reply and he quickly clicked offline. Aidan brought up his emergency default window about scuba diving and cleared his throat as his live-in girlfriend Lauren walked into the bedroom and threw her gym bag into the corner. She smirked at the flustered clicking of keys on his laptop. “Talking to another one of your online sluts again, Aidan?” “Nope, just planning some fun stuff for our upcoming vacation, babe.” She lingered over his shoulder, scrutinizing the laptop suspiciously. Her long blonde hair fell forward, veiling her pretty face as she moved in for a closer look. “Uh huh… right. So you wouldn’t mind if I checked your ‘history’ files right? I won’t find any links to some sex site or chat windows with a girl named something like slutbunny69 or …
A Glory Hole View
Without having any access to a gay group, I could only continue visiting toilets in the city where I knew I would get attention sexually from older men. It was very infrequently that I saw a young man present in these toilets. I think I stated in my previous encounter that I was like a honey pot to these older men by just being a teenager. Well, I think I need to add that these mature old men were all like honey pots to me. I was drawn to them as soon as I entered a toilet where they were. I just couldn't resist them. As soon as I joined them at the urinals my cock was hard and stiff in anticipation of what they would do to me. I would have my hard cock out in a few seconds and flashing it for all to see, desiring it got attention from them as quick as possible. I loved their cocks also and couldn't wait to get my hands on them. I remember on a number of occasions that there were up to seven or eight men around my young body all doing different things to me. My favourite was to be pushed up against a wall, my trousers and pants pulled down by them, my shirt raised up over my chest, and hands and mouths doing the most delightful things to me and giving me pleasures which had my head in a swirl. I used to stand and arch my back and thrust my buttocks forward so that my cock was out to its extremity. What a feeling that was, standing there, eyes closed, lapping up the gorgeous pleasures of hands, mouths,tongues, cocks, all heightening my sexual senses to the point where I …
The Handsome Man Next Door
A/N: I wrote this for women like me who are gettin' kinda sick of all the cliche man stories on here featuring the older man/younger woman thing. It has a bit of a long start to it, but it's a nice kind of build up, and hopefully it flows well and gets you off nice and easy. I'm thinking this will be a series but it took me a couple of months to put this together so it won't be a quick updating piece, just when I'm 'in the mood', I guess. Constructive comments always welcome and no advertising your kik, or your email etc, in the reviews section. Also, positive votes show me that I've done a good job! 🙂 ———— Mum and dad had been friends with the Harris’ for five years before I had gotten myself into my little predicament. They had moved in next door when I was 12, just before I delved into the most awkward stage of puberty anyone could have fathomed. At the age of 17, I felt I had kind of levelled out, after five years of getting taller and wider and cinching at the waist, bursting out of my brand-new bras every few weeks. I honestly felt sorry for my mother – she could never keep up. My body was continually turning into that of a woman’s, and it was getting very obvious to the boys at school. When I was younger, they used to make fun of me because my boobs were big for my age. They’d laugh and tell me I had ‘big jugs’, a term that made them laugh even more. By the time I was 15, however, they began to realise that their teasing had been a mistake, because I started …
Anjali The Amazing Doctor
Anjali was a c***d psychiatrist living in a posh area in Mumbai along with her live-in partner Amit. They weren’t married but in a live in relationship almost like any other couple. Her patients were usually teenagers who were involved in crime and she worked in a government hospital by day dealing with juveniles and then spent her evening in her own clinic at home, dealing with c***dren brought in by anxious parents so her evenings were usually turned into counseling sessions. She was in clinic when she was visited by Mrs. Sharma who was accompanied by her son. He was scowling and looking away and Anjali made them sit. Mrs. Sharma: I wanted counseling sessions for my son…he-err-he recently broke up with his girlfriend and attempted suicide twice. And Mrs. Sharma started crying. Anjali assured Mrs. Sharma that she will do her best to bring back the positivity in Rohan and get his life back on track. The day went dull as Rohan did not speak much. Anjali was disappointed and she wondered whether Rohan will turn out to be her first defeat in the field of psychiatry. She was going to call it a day when she noticed that Rohan was ogling at her breasts. She frowned and thought over it. Anjali: Let’s get one thing straight. Rohan did not respond but as it was how he had dealt with her all say Anjali continued. Anjali: I am a doctor for you and I want to help you Rohan. If you do not reply then how can I help? I know that girlfriend problem is something you cannot discuss freely …
Accidental Daddy – Chapter 1
Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective fiction. 3. something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story: We've all heard the fiction of her being in delicate health. 4. the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. 5. an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation. 6. Law. an allegation that a fact exists that is known not to exist, made by authority of law to bring a case within the operation of a rule of law. All of my works are works of fiction. Meaning they are made up. The characters, though sometimes loosely based on a real person, are fictional. Why did I find the need to change my introductory note? Because people seem to not know what fiction is. Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It in no way reflects actual events that I have seen or been in anyway a part of. The people within, though may have been based on actual persons, are in no way real. The story is made up, it’s fake, and any confusion with real life events means you should go get your head examined. Warning: This chapter may include topics that people are uneasy with such as but not limited to: Beastiality, Incest, Rape, Forced Sex, Sex with a virgin, Sex with a person in a status where they do not have normal cognitive abilities, or sex with objects. If you do not like to …
A Hidden Lesson
Simon was despairing about when exactly he was going to lose his virginity. At eighteen years old, he was the only left in his social group at college who hadn’t lost their virginity. In fact, he had rarely experienced any sexual contact to speak of and he was getting pissed off listening to his friends stories about their carnal exploits. It wasn’t as if Simon wasn’t attractive. With deep frustration, he would look at himself in the mirror on a daily basis and wonder where he was going wrong. Simon was tall, approaching six foot two in height. He had a nice broad chest and shoulders and his physique was leaning more to that of an adult rather than a teenage boy. His shoulder length dark wavy hair framed his face and complimented his almond shaped brown eyes. He had been complimented once on his brooding appearance saying that he reminded them of Heathcliffe. Okay, that particular compliment had been delivered by his Aunt Mandy but she had slept with over a hundred and twenty eight people and she was only twenty eight years old. With that kind of fucking success ratio, surely she must know what’s she’s talking about? In fact, it was Mandy who had awakened Simon’s sexual thoughts. There had been a party held at home to celebrate his mother’s fortieth birthday. Mandy was his mother's younger sister and she point blank refused to let Simon call her Aunt Mandy. “God, just call me Mandy,” she’d exclaimed. “Aunt makes me sound positively prehistoric.” Simon’s mother, Alison, …
Art class Feeling
My name's Luke. If you've read my other stories you'll know who I am. This is another true story that happened to me, this time with a different people. Katherine was a girl that I had been class mates with the start of high school. We had always been pretty close and I had always thought she was attractive but nothing really happened until my 3rd year at high school. It all started with a harmless conversation over snapchat. If you don't know what that is, it's an app for mobile phones that allows you to send pictures that disappear after a certain amount of time. Katherine and I had been chatting for a while when she had obviously become bored. She sends me a snapchat saying her shirt changes colour when wet, this snapchat is followed by another of her in a shirt that is exactly the same style but grey instead of yellow. Me being the horny teenage boy that I am, said it'd be cooler if it disappeared when water touched it. Her reply was her in her bra captioned "like this ;)". This to me was like the starting gun of a race, I knew what I wanted now and noting was going to stop me. "does the bra do the same?", I asked over my next snap. "Depends, will you screenshot?" "No, of course not." Of course I was lying. After a moment of waiting, there it was. A notification popped up on the top of my phone screen saying I had received a snapchat from her. My heart was pounding and my dick throbbing. I opened up snapchat and saw the little icon you press to open a snap. Certain apps, …
A maternal Affair- Part 2(finale) by crazytownfuck
A Maternal Affair: Part II My Mother's, My Girlfriend (This is the sequel to maternal affair fully updated..) Forum: i****t Chat > Mothers and sons New Topic >> Hi everyone Posted by Debbie at 3:23PM GMT July 1, 2004 Hi everyone, I've been a bit of a lurker at this forum for a while, just reading other people's stories. I can't describe how fantastic it is to find that there are not only mothers (and sons!) who share my love of i****t, but also that there are those who indulge in such a relationship. One of the principle features of an i****tuous relationship is that it is 'taboo' and 'secret', but paradoxically it is the taboo – and not to mention i*****l – nature of the relationship that makes you want to speak out about it, to proudly boast that you've gone beyond the tedious limits of most other people. Some of my friends feel sorry for me because they think I'm single and I have to bite my lip to point out that I'm quiet sexually sastisfied, thank you very much, all thanks to my son, Jake. Luckily, there is the internet! Here, like you other regulars, I can safely and anonymously make my proud decleration that I fuck my own son, that we have an extraordinarily intense relationship, both sexual and otherwise…whilst not creating a scandal out here in the real world where I'd dare not give rise to any suspicions as to what I get up to with my boy! Just to introduce myself, my name is Debbie and I am aged 31. I had my son Jake when I was only a teenager. Jake is 15 now …