Albert was sitting in front of the living room TV when his mother came home from her date. She glanced at him suspiciously as she stepped in the front door closing it behind her. “Were you waiting up for me young man?”
The sixteen-year-old looked down at his lap sheepishly and smiled. “Sort of,” he replied honestly.
Moura laughed and ambled behind him ruffling his hair playfully. “Worried about me Honey?”
“Well Jeez Mom, there’re a lot of crazy’s out there and it’s past midnight. Besides, I don’t trust that Dave guy.”
“And why not?” she asked stepping around sitting in the sofa next to him.
“I just don’t like the way he looks at you, like he’s mentally undressing you.”
“I hope he’s got a good imagination because that’s about as far as he’ll get,” she said grinning. With that, she unbuttoned her Pierre Cardin jacket and removed it tossing it on the sofa.
Albert’s eyes almost popped out of head as he glimpsed at his mother in her dress. “You went out in public like that?”
The Greenish liquid looked ugly. The small bottle was given to him by some filthy hobo after he gave him some loose change when he saw him in the alley near his house as he came home from school. He only wanted the man to go away.
“This is the answer to all your problems.” The man had said.
“How would this bottle solve my problems?” Jim had enquired, surprised that his coins actually reaped something in return.
“You’ll see, just spray it sparingly on yourself.”
Right after my wife died, my oldest daughter, Annie, who was thirteen at the time, came and climbed into my bed one night and gave me the surprise of my life.
"I know all about fucking and stuff, and I know that since Mama isn't here anymore, you need someone else. Since I' gonna go out and get it done to me pretty soon anyway, I thought that I should just take Mama's place in your bed."
I was too stunned to say anything, and before I could react, she had pulled off her nightgown and was snuggling her naked little body up against me. My body, or should I say one particular part of my body, betrayed me completely, and before I knew it I was on top of my little girl pounding my prick into her cunt.
The bloody mess on the sheets between her legs sort of scared me, but she told me that I hadn't really hurt her that bad and that after I really got going filling her little belly with my hot cock meat that she really loved it.
Date: January 4
To: Dr. R. Anniston
From: John D. Connors
RE: Essay/Letter For The Friday Night Group Session
Dear Dr. Anniston,
As per your request, and as required by my parole officer, I am writing to you to tell you of the events that led up to this writing. At the outset, let me reiterate that I am doing this under protest. The best way that I can explain all of this is to write it in story form so I can keep the events straight.
It began two years ago when I was sixteen. I was living my life of semi-normalcy just fine. Then it happened, as an accident, I think.
I have three sisters, a mother and a dog. Dad left when he 'found out' that he was as queer as a three-dollar bill. Now there is the one you need in these sessions instead of me.
Kat was home alone studying for a trigonometry test, both her parents were at a wedding in Florida for the week and had left her and her brother Jake alone as she was 16 and he was 17. She shut the book, she already knew most of this, and decided she fancied a hot shower to get her mind off the sine cosine and tangent.
She undressed herself in her room, shedding her tee-shirt, jeans, bra, and underwear before making her way to the bathroom. Once there while waiting for the water to heat up she looked herself over in the mirror: she was 5 foot 4 inches, had shoulder length blond hair, and a slim body with C cup breasts. Kat moved her eyes down to her virgin pussy, her pubic hair was completely gone thanks to regular waxing with the help of her girlfriend Dani. Turning she entered the soothing, hot water.
Eddie can very clearly remember when he first thought of his mother as an object of his desire. Oddly, it wasn't even his idea: it was his father's. Eddie normally didn't get along very well with his father, who often seemed cold and distant. But he was secretly very grateful for everything his father taught him that day.
Eddie's father had taken him out for a father-son camping trip. The camping trip wasn't his father's idea, but was Eddie's. It was Eddie's mother, Patricia, who cajoled her husband into taking their son out for the trip. It was to be a short overnight stay in the mountains. Once they got to the camp site and set up, Eddie's father had started into the liquor, and shortly became fairly drunk. Eddie had heard that drunk people told no lies, so he started testing the situation by asking his father questions about Eddie's favorite topic: women.
It didn't take long for Eddie's father to become visibly frustrated, and start into a long, rambling, drunken lecture about what women want. At least it started out that way, but Eddie quickly realized that it was actually about his mother.