*Thanks to the advice of all, I am going to try and make this chapter easier to read than the last, so I am changing to first person while designating at the beginning of a section who the first person is for. I don’t want it to be difficult for you to read, plus I wanted to make sure people won’t get confused during the dream sequence to come* Patrick I could hear the alarm clock blaring at me that it was six-thirty in the morning. I opened my eyes and looked at the bastard wanting to throw it across the room. Instead, I slapped at it before it created…

by Jean Lambert An alarm went off at 6:00 am. I had been sound asleep and felt bewildered as I woke. Penny shifted her naked body from atop my bare chest and grabbed her phone to shut it off. We had slept naked together after our sex the night before. “Sorry, I have to go,” she said. This was good news to me, though unexpected. I recalled the events of Saturday night, and knowing Penny, I was convinced that she would want to spend all of Sunday together. I didn’t work weekends, so I had no excuse to blow her off. However, it seemed as if I wouldn’t need one,…

“I’m sorry you did what?” I asked, feeling a little embarrassed. “I talked to the girls about our sex life. I was a little drunk, it’s fine they don’t care.” My wife laughed. “I care Sara.” “Ollie it’s fine, we were just swapping stories a little, it made the girls feel better. Vicky thinks it’s hot to share Ideas. Zoe really likes it since her man’s been neglecting her. She thinks I’m lucky how generous you are.” Sara smiled. “What exactly did you tell them?” Sara bit her bottom lip. “Well, you know, I talked about our recent trip, how you licked my ass.” Despite my embarrassment I smiled thinking…

I slept well that night, and woke up in plenty of time to get something to eat and get to school— I woke a little earlier than usual, in fact. Fucking your twin sister and having her suck you off, both in the eight-hour period before you go to bed, works wonders for your sleep. In spite of the good night’s sleep I’d gotten, I was still groggy. As I stumbled out of my room into the hall, on the way to bathroom, I heard the usual noises of Mom and Dad’s breakfast from the kitchen. I was halfway down the hall when the bathroom door opened and Maddie stepped…

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex. a BBeane Creation©, version 1.0 This story is a complete and depicted piece of fiction meant for reader amusement. All characters portrayed in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the consent of BBeane. Our Characters: Becca Billings — A 38-year-old, 122 pounds, hazel eyed mother of Michael Billings and married to Clark Billings. She is 5 foot 2 with 27-inch waist. With a butt the revivals her sister Brooke. She angel like blonde hair…

Thank you to all for the comments on this story. A huge thanks goes out to WA001 and MaximusTheMad for editing this story All those engaged in sexual acts are 18 years or older Enjoy ########################################## Chase was the first to shower since he would be the main one cooking. As he came out of the shower, wrapped in only a towel, he passed by Jenna who was headed to the shower, also covered by a towel. “See something you like?” Chase asked, smirking at her. Her face went red and she could just barely nod. He turned around and walked up to her bringing them face-to-face. “Maybe later, we…

“Mom died last night.” My daughter’s tearful news over the phone hit me like a fist to the midsection. “The funeral’s on Friday. Will you…will you fly out to Denver with me?” Monica asked. “I don’t want to be alone.” “Of course I will, sweetie.” I would have gone anyway. There was still a warm spot in my heart for my ex-wife. Celeste and I had been divorced for—how long? I had to count up from Monica’s twelfth birthday. That would make it eighteen years ago. We were both at fault for the collapse of our marriage. In my defense, she strayed first. If I’m going to be honest, I…

Willow: My Mother, My Lover As the door to their bedroom was half open, I barged in without pausing. My mother, Rowan, was standing with her back to the room talking into her mobile, her naked body reflected in the mirror of the dressing table. My heart gave a jump. It was like looking at a reflection of my newly found lover and, true to its reaction to that reflection, a reaction acquired over the past week, my cock began to stiffen and grow and thrust against the flimsy confines of my lacy nylon panties and the light summer skirt that I’d exchanged for my jeans on my journey back…

I’d tried hard not to let Stephen push the whole dress up thing, but old habits die hard. He hiked up my skirt as I lay flat in the backseat of his car and pushed into me with little resistance. I loved the way he slid inside of me, the way he caressed my body as we made love and most of all I loved his deep passionate kisses he used to punctuate each full thrust when he was deepest inside. More than anything I loved him and I think that surprised us both. I had certainly never expected to be in love with a man, and he… Stephen pulled…

Finally it was Friday! I tossed my car keys on the kitchen counter in frustration. I just sat through a painstaking 40 minutes of traffic, which always seems to occur when I anxiously wanted to get home. Feeling the dull pain of a headache, I popped two Advils and sorted through my mail. My mind started to wander as I flipped through the Macy’s flyer. It seemed like forever since I felt your touch, but it had only been two days. Imagining how you looked up at me as you slowly traced your finger around my swollen clit caused a wanting, aching feeling to develop in between my thighs. Oh…