(All characters in this story are at least 18 years old) Joanne Abadila was at a loss. It was not the death of her estranged parents that got to her. Joanne's parents where a very traditional, conservative family. They had very strict, scheduled to the letter life-plan in mind for her since the day she was born. She was meant to go to the same law schools, h...
I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by. There goes a cheerleader-type babe, now a mature woman whose massive breasts practically say "Ga-BONG, ga-BONG" with each step she takes. I take off my glasses to clean them, but am captivated by the sight of a woman coming this way. Even with my fuzzy vision, my cock is getting chubby from che...
I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by. There goes a cheerleader-type babe, now a mature woman whose massive breasts practically say "Ga-BONG, ga-BONG" with each step she takes. I take off my glasses to clean them, but am captivated by the sight of a woman coming this way. Even with my fuzzy vision, my cock is getting chubby from che...
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I grew up in a traditional Italian family. The kitchen was the center of the house, especially on weekends when neighbors and family would gather. Most of the boys would avoid the kitchen but I thoroughly enjoyed being the little cute kid who would be smothered with hugs and kisses by the women crowded into such a confined space. I was attracted to the lau...
Dear Daddy, Almost 45 years ago, I was born. You were already a dad. You had my older sisters. But something between you and I bonded. And over the years it strengthened. It wasn't easy for you, I know. After me, you had my brother and my baby sister. We all grew and had to be clothed and fed. Momma was the definition of homemaker. She cooked and cleaned a...
Disclaimer: This story is pure fantasy, none of it is real, but is based on real people. * * * The name's Jimmy. I'm a high school senior, football star, and pretty soon I was looking to head for college on a scholarship to play. I only lived with my dad who was proud as can be but because we were always so busy with school and work, we didn't see much o...
Nursing home nanas get naked on National Nude Day but for the wrong reason. Ralph was a nudist, but if you asked Ralph, he preferred referring to himself as a naturalist, since he always thought it natural to be nude. His parents were nudists or naturalists, too, and he grew up being comfortable around the naked body. Nudity was no big deal to him and seein...
Note from the Author: This is a story about ABDL. The first word being Adult. All sexual encounters center around Adults, above the age of 18. This story also contains BDSM, plushophilia, watersports, and various other fetishes. For those that are grammar freaks, please don't comment on my improper grammar use. I could care less. I do my best with spell an...
Last of Chapter 11 I walked into the house to find John sitting on the sofa waiting for me. He looked closely at my scanty, disheveled bra and panties. He said, "I hope you had a good time." I smiled and said, "I had a wonderful time." Sitting next to my husband I told him everything that happened, including the fact that I had a wonderful orgasm several ti...