Son Stories

Her words still in my head as I follow her up the stairs. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass. From left to right she wiggled it. I thought she was giving me a show. I could feel myself growing quickly. There was no hiding from her. Time to make my move. As reached the top of the stairs and unlocking the door, I took her advice and went for it. A firm slap on her ass, with such speed she turned around with a look of shock she realizes. I whisper, "Sometimes you just have to go for it".

This is basicly a 2nd chapter to "Loving Mom' with the same story line and characters but it is easier putting in as a new story than a Chapter. In this chapter, mom finds Gus dressing like her and likes that as well as his fetish for her half-glasses and a new larger pair of round style she gets. They shower and spend the week-end together and are growing much closer and both are so much happier.

I never really liked her, but now she was married to my son and I had to make the attempt.

The office had been situated in a low budget prefabricated building on a temporary basis, and was I had been daydreaming of a cool shower since two in the afternoon, now at last, my reward for a day of drudgery was about to be mine. In wartime the small pleasures become much valued.

A teen boy recounts the story of his cousin's first ejaculation. We learn about him and the dominating nature of his Mother and Aunt. There is some m/m content in this story. If that's not appealing to you, I suggest you skip this story.

Two teenage boys whispering and wondering about the pussy smell of a gorgeous woman.

It's the onset of COVID-19. I am Jean Henri Parma. I'm responsible for the Orient 3rd of the globe spanning business that my Great Grand Father started. This is a day in my life. This day will change the lives of: me, my life long love, my ex-wife, my paramour, my official office wife (w/benefits), a baby momma to be, my illegitimate daughter (& my aunt who is raising her), and a host of foils, friends, & others. What came before makes this day and this day makes what comes after.