A story in the Pounder Gott Universe
A festive surprise turns into a lesson on respect when Kathy Joy's son presents her with an unexpected gift, leaving her embarrassed and questioning their relationship dynamics. Can she find a way to teach him a valuable lesson without damaging their bond?
Widow Kathy Joy Schmitz, age 39, discovers her 18-year-old son Eric Jay's explicit journal, filled with erotic fantasies and sketches about her. She also later finds plastic jars of his semen in the fridge's freezer hidden in the back of his basement bedroom, leading to a deep arousal. As part of his masturbation ritual, he had been preserving his loads of semen for nearly five years. Kathy begins to indulge in secret forbidden desires, creating a dangerous cycle of lust and guilt.
Mariel must complete a full year of "decision orientation" on land before she is admitted to the underwater kingdom. She can't wait until she is rid of her long beautiful legs and her deliciously shaped ass that framed her plump little pussy lips whenever she bends over.
Trigger warning: Suicide and dark themes. Krystal, a young adult girl, is depressed and has lost the will to live. She has tried to have her life ended several times and she wants things to end her way, but that requires some assistance, and that assistance requires time. To keep the depression at bay, Krystal masturbates frequently, uses sex to fill the void inside her, spends time at work, and socializes, even though she doesn't feel like doing any of those things.
Sex Contents: Much Sex | Genre: Drama Tags: Ma/Fa, Fa, Fiction, Tear Jerker, Rough, Black Female, White Female, Cream Pie, Facial, Masturbation, Necrophilia, Small Breasts Downloads: 1082 Votes:* | Score:* Size: 122KB | 22,741 words |
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My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.
The funeral parlor was a large operation. They processed dozens of bodies every week for final resting places. Some were cremated and didn't need the heavy duty cosmetic work to make them look presentable. Sometimes the dirty and hard work had certain benefits when pretty young female corpses were stretched out on top of the metal tables like slabs of meat ready for a night worker with a yen for the ultimate submissiveness possible.