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My sister Cathy is only a year younger than me and is a year behind me in school. Because we are so near the same age, we have always been very close to each other, confiding our secrets and presenting a united front in our relations with other people. I’ve always been the protective big brother, and she has been the supportive, adoring little sister. We respect each other’s ideas and thoughts and depend on each other for advice and support. This has been particularly true with respect to my dating. Because Cathy is either a friend or a classmate of almost every girl I date, she is able to give me advice and fill me in on almost all of them. Since Cathy and I don’t have secrets from each other, she knows me …

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My father left us when I was ten. He was a nasty fuck, so while it was tough financially (which I didn’t understand then), it was for the best. My Mom worked long hard hours, and I brought in an extra twenty or thirty bucks a week doing odd jobs with my friend Sal. Anyway, when I was thirteen my Mom met this guy Chris, who was pretty cool. He had a son named Jason. Jason was two years younger than me and was a real pain in the ass. A year later they were married and Jason moved in. I used to kick the shit out of him. All the time. I was mean, aren’t all big sisters?? When they weren’t home I’d make strip him and make him do things around the house. …

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Chapter 1 In retrospect it’s clear that she was in the throes of depression. Hell, so was I. Things hadn’t been stable for either of us in as long as we could remember. We just had different ways of dealing with things. By the age of 20 I had lost my lucidity and the personal sense of right and wrong that I had known in my youth. Clearly she had sunken as low. The following is a story I often look back on with a longing. As destructive as it proved to be for my mother and myself it was and remains some of the most exciting and erotic material my life has known. I experienced a power and control I cannot ever know again. I’ve relived these memories over and over again and some …

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She was leaning over the sink looking intently into the mirror as she carefully applied her mascara. She was not finished dressing yet. She wore a silky white half slip through which he could make out the faint outline of her girdle. On top wore a cream-colored brassiere with a floral pattern. The underwire cups lifted her heavy breasts high and barely contained the overflow of abundant flesh at the top of her bra. He studied his mother’s body as he had done many times in the past. It was plump, almost verging on fat, with soft billowing curves, large breasts, and a big fleshy butt. His mother’s body never failed to excite him, and he felt himself growing hard. Since he was a kid he seized every opportunity to secretly observe his Mom’s body …

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“Unzip me.” Mary stares into the crotch of her son’s jeans. Her surprise at seeing Tommy standing in front of her is so complete, she is temporarily rendered mute. She is on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor like a dog. Waiting for a bone. Mary is speechless. With trembling fingers, Mary Drummond fumbles with the zipper on Tommy’s pants. After pulling it down, she stops. “Take it out.” “No, I can’t.” “Why not?” “It’s wrong.” Mary knows her position is ridiculous. Saying mother-son incest is wrong while on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor with one breast hanging out of her bra is strikes her as absurd. But she knows in her heart that it is wrong. She wants Tommy to stop pushing her. She wants him to stop tormenting …

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“I want you mother…” Tommy says firmly leaving no doubt in Mary’s mind that his desire is sexual. With trembling fingers, Mary Drummond fumbles with the buttons on her cream-colored silk blouse. Undressing is a small price to pay to keep custody of Tommy and an equal share of the divorce money. Standing in front of the large screen television, she glances down as her fingers undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing the lacy white cups of her bra. “Only for you Tommy, just for you.” Mary tells him without looking up. All pretense of Tommy video taping her for an initiation is gone. This time, she is disrobing for Tommy, taking her clothes off for her own son. At the same time, she knows that nothing she does is for her son. She …

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“Well, I see you found the Hartford Military Catalog,” Mary says, approaching her son cautiously. Tommy looks up from the catalog as his mother, Mary Elizabeth Drummond steps onto the Persian carpet and into the library. She is an attractive, tall, redheaded woman, fond of wearing formal ankle length dresses. She has the erect posture of an equestrienne. She is thin, but prominent breasts help round out her figure removing any doubt that she is female. Her pale white face with a light scattering of freckles contrasts nicely with her radiant sunset-red hair. There are a few wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and mouth but no other signs of her forty years of age. She is still wearing her wedding ring. Tommy knows this is for his benefit. The ring will come off …

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I love jerking myself off. Always have. Always will. Fucking has never gotten me off so good. Neither has sucking. I’ve been fucked by some mighty fine pieces of ass, too. I’ve had some expert suck-mouths work on my dick as well, but the cums I can give myself are much better. My dick gets harder and bigger when I jerk off. The orgasm itself is stronger, lasts longer, and my cum shoots harder and there’s more of it. I learned to jerk off sniffing the crotches of panties. I have two older sisters and we all lived at home until they got married and I finished school at the local college. I’d just get some panties out of the hamper. Jean always wore cotton panties. Barbara wore sexy, skimpy things. My mother wore white …

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Hello, My name is Kalyani, I am fifty-five years old but not more, women of fifty years are Sudha Sundar. Anyway, today’s story is about how my son fucked grandma and me. So now coming to the point. My name is Kalyani, I am fifty years old, my height is five feet three inches but I am not fat, my figure is normal, my breasts are not big but like a virgin girl, my figure is 32, I am like thirty three I wear bras, they are like virgins who have become adults, waist of twenty-five and buttocks slightly bigger than forty. I look quite good anyway. I am very shy, sanskari, Haji but I am dark skinned, I will tell you about my figure later. Our house is in a chawl, now you know …

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My name is Seema. I am a housewife. My husband is a paralysis patient. We have our own business. Ours is a ladies garment shop. I take care of that myself. I hired a maid in the morning and evening to take care of my sick husband. That’s why there is no shortage of money. My age is 44, I have a son, his age is now 23 years. Now I have sex only with my son. We started having sex when my son turned 18, I was 39 at that time. Today I will tell you this story of the day we had sex for the first time on his birthday. Let’s move towards the story. It was morning, I was doing household work and at the same time thoughts were coming to my …

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I’m 45 years old and got a divorce after the kids were grown up. Even at 43, I was attractive enough to date a lot, and I made up for years of little or no sex, so for the last two years I’ve been quite a sexual dynamo, trying out all sorts of sexual kinks. I am now bi-sexual, having gotten involved with a woman right after my divorce. I’ve also been ass-fucked, been fucked by black men, played some bondage games and other stuff I never used to imagine. Not long ago I found out about a club for women which arranged for the women to meet men with big cocks. The local chapter had eleven women in it and there were nine men in the registry. The smallest cock size available was a …

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I’m Anna I’m 15 and I’m very shy. My father has contacted the local government across our town. They have people who stand up for young people who have various problems. I’m a geek who loves computers and computer games; my big passion is aquariums and fish. I have an aquarium of 1000 liters with Malawi cichlids. However, I have become more interested in small aquariums. In any case, I left a wish for someone who wanted to be my support person. After 4 weeks there was an answer, the problem was that I was a girl. He refused and after much discussion, the father asked the guy directly, please, why don’t you want to be a support person for my daughter? He said it’s not your daughter it’s wrong it’s the new rape law. …

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The following Friday, Cathy had a date and I didn’t. It seemed that every girl I asked had some excuse. I suspected that Cathy had a hand in it, but I had no way of proving it. If she did, then she must have had a reason for it… there must have been some method to her madness. Just in case that was the situation, I talked with the boy Cathy was dating and warned him that if he so much as touched Cathy’s nipples, much less anything worse, I would wipe up the floor with him. If I had to stay home, I wanted Cathy to come home to me the same way she left… horny. Sure enough, about 10:30 pm, Cathy’s date brought her home. Since I had threatened mayhem, I guess he …

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To begin with, let me introduce myself. I am Vivan, a twenty year old boy writing about how I had sex with my stepsister. I was nineteen when my mom remarried after my dad’s demise. Although I wasn’t initially too enthusiastic about her marrying another man whom she met at a club and had been seeing for a couple of years. Honestly, I thought it was unfair to my birth father. I admit that I was not over with his death. The other man, Ron, was a great man, no doubt but I just felt that he was not worthy enough to marry my mom. However, after a prolonged tussle, I gave in. My mom had successfully convinced me that Ron was the best choice for her. He was divorced with an eighteen year old …

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