Trudy is a 14 1/2 yr-old experiencing her first sexual encounters with her brother, girlfriend and others as the story moves forward. Others like students, teachers, mothers and wives are included. Much sex.
Due to the economic downturn a newly unemployed suburban father steps in to the role of house husband. When he does he realizes how out of touch he has been to his daughters, and the world they live in. The more he interacts with that life, the more he learns about them, his wife, and the people he thought he knew.
This story is about how my mother and I discovered the passion we each had for each other and became lovers when I was 14 in a torrid sexual relationship that endured for many, many years.
Son and his best friend end up going on mom and her friend's girls only vacation. Son finds out mom and her friend's vacation is a fantasy vacation for them. Son and his best friend end up joining the fun.
In a quiet English village lies a pub that time forgot, presided over by a mischievous and unconventional landlady. When she discovers an ancient book recording the customs, secrets, and curious sexual traditions of generations past, she finds herself drawn into a world where old rules still cast long shadows. Part orgy organiser, part agony aunt, and part keeper of village secrets, she is happy to share her stories with you—if you dare. It's going to be a bizarre and bumpy ride.
A son finds a way to work out his mother's frustrations. NOTE: This story is a lot slower than my other works, much more tender. Its (intended) progress is petting (Ch.1), oral sex (Ch.2), then finally actual sex (Ch.3). It has been written with an overwhelming amount of help from one of my readers, and is intended for her eyes first- but not, with her blessings, her eyes only ;)
**UPDATE: I have recorded this story in audio format. Links are at the end of the story.** / (Reviews)
Holidays With Chloe Hi. My name is Chloe, and I've read what Dad wrote about my Thanksgiving weekend at home with him and Mom. Cute daughter? Well, yes, some people consider me cute (she said, modestly). They think Sylvia, my roommate, is cute, too. She and I look a lot alike, except she's blonde and I'm brunette. Several of you asked Dad what happened at Christmas, and he told me I had to write it since it was my story. So, it's my turn now.