Ever since he had returned from the farm, Donny had watched his mother for signs of sexuality. Until that point, Donny hadn’t even thought about her having a sex life. She was simply his mother, a person who was always there. As far as he had been concerned, she might as well have been asexual. Of course, he knew that she and his father must have engaged in sex to conceive him, but beyond that he hadn’t thought about it. That his mother might have a sex life, that she might, in fact, be having a sexual relationship with some man even that point, was now very much of interest to him.

Heretofore, Donny hadn’t paid much attention to how his mother looked. Now, though, he did. He realized that she was very pretty and that she had a voluptuous figure. He started (more…)

Let me start off by saying that this story is meant for adults only. I hope you enjoy it.

Kim always wanted a little boy and now she finally has one and she thinks he’s adorable, as a mother should. Although, Kim can’t help but think just how cute her son will turn out to be as a teenager, because he is already so damned cute as it is.

Kim herself is 5′6″ with long dark brown hair to the middle of her back and she has put on a few unneeded pounds over the years but not too much, weighing 140 at the age of 24. She was a model in her spare time as a teenager and she came in second place as prom queen in her senior year at high school. Those years have past and she doesn’t dwell on it, she just thinks (more…)

I entered the hallway to find a man fucking my mother. She was in her bridal dress and leaned against the table. The man had lifted her dress over her hips and he was pumping his huge member in and out of my mother’s big, juicy cunt. In a couple of minutes she was about to be married to another man and here she was getting fucked! I walked over to face her and saw her eyes almost closed as she thrust her hips back almost reaching her orgasm.

“Mom!” I said, “Its time!” But she didn’t seem to care and I knew that if I don’t give her what she wanted, she won’t cum and if she doesn’t cum, it might get real ugly. So I grabbed my mother’s huge, sagging tits and yanked them out of her white bra. Her tits had totally sagged and were swinging freely as I pinched her nipples. I started milking my mother’s breasts and (more…)

I liked going though my mother’s things when no one was around. She had enormous tits, and I liked looking at the massive bras she wore to hold them up. Just touching them gave me a hard on, and sometimes, I would sneak one into my room and hold it against my face and jack off. Sometimes, I even went so far as to wrap the strap around my hard dick, and stroke myself.

I was very careful to get any cum on her bras. I would always hold my palm out and catch every drop of my cum as I shot my load. Then, I would sneak back into her room, and very carefully put the giant brasserie right back where it had been, exactly as it had lain there. (more…)

Thunderstorms always gave Edward Adams the frights. Even now, at the ripe old age of twelve, he became frightened at the claps of thunder and the sudden bright flashes of light from the lightning. In the dark of his bedroom they seemed to take on a more frightening quality. He was ashamed to admit it, but he wanted the closeness of his mother. She would comfort him with soothing words and hold him until he went to sleep or the storms would pass as they always did.

Tonight was no different than any other story summer night. The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled in great, window rattling blasts as the storm vented its fury on the surrounding countryside. A sudden vivid flash filled the room in a flash bulb effect, freezing everything like a photo. The thunder crashed and Edward cowered under the blankets. Finally he gave in (more…)

I grew up in a small town with my mom, dad, and two sisters. At the time of this story, my younger sister Lea was 12, I was 14, and my older sister, Kim, was 16. I was at an age where I was getting very interested in girls. I was constantly trying to see what I wasn’t supposed to see and with three women in the house I had plenty of opportunity. We lived in a good-sized house just at the edge of town. Everyone had their own room, with all the kids rooms down stairs, and our parents room upstairs. Up to this time my only peeks into the forbidden consisted of looking up skirts or down tops, with not too much success. All the females of the house seemed very modest, but I would take advantage of every opportunity I could as long as I wouldn’t get caught. (more…)