Mom was a beautiful woman, and all my friends had the hots for her. They all wanted to fuck her. I did, too. She was five-foot-three inches tall and one-hundred-twenty pounds. Her measurements are 34/24/35. I went through her underwear drawer all the time and sniffed her dirty panties when I jacked off. Mom's hair had turned white as a teenager, and she had not bothered to color it. She was beautiful, and I saw all the men staring at her lustfully when we were out. And so did my teammates, many
Debbie fell during cheer-leading practice and broke her wrists. Her mom's on assignment so dad provides all the help she needs. Turns out he assists in all the right ways! Then mom arrives home and...
Short and sweet - this story contains what it says on the tin. Is it incest? Well, we never had sex per se, but we used to make out like any ordinary teen couple would. It was nice. Read about it here.
A White Genocide Story (2) The black boys swap their recent white girl conquests. This story deals with racist themes of black men superiority. If this isn't your cup of coffee, don't pour yourself a cup, because the females in this fiction like their men like their coffee - black and hot.
Dead people live again only when some descendant is having sexual intercourse. Ancestors can talk with each other during the act, but the living have no clue. Then Adam dies and can talk to his living descendants. There are interesting implications.
After an online affair, he finally travels to meet her. She wants to meet in a public place for her safety, but that does not stop him from turning up the heat.
Matthew celebrates his 16th birthday in a unique and exciting way: he gets wasted, hallucinates Godzilla and his mom (not together, silly), blacks out, experiments with a sex toy, gets drunk, and oh, yeah, becomes a girl. Happy Birthday Matthew!