This is the third part of a story about a niece, Sarah, who goes to live with her Uncle, Aaron, to work over the summer. I'd recommend reading the first two, but you don't have to listen to me. Sarah has now become Aaron's complete and utter slut: Ass. She has a tattoo on her ass of the sign for being submissive and has been trained over the last few weeks t...
Chad stood, biting his lower lip, outside of the door that had once been the guest room. However, its more common purpose had been his grandmother's sewing room. He felt guilty as hell about not clearing all that shit out of there before she went to bed last night. It was not just the mammoth table and fancy sewing machine against the window. The chest of dr...
After I "confirmed" (two months after the actual insemination) that I was pregnant all sex between hubby and I ceased; no blowjobs, no fucking, no kissing... nothing. It even got to the point that I told him if he touched me I'd do a Bobbitt on his puny little dick. Mike, Jim, Kathy, and I continued to see each other, sometimes as a group and sometimes as s...
The vibrating of my smart phone woke me up on Tuesday morning. Since I had it set on "Do Not Disturb", that meant that the caller could only be my immediate family, a select few of my best friends, or my Aunt Beatrice, in whose bed I had been sleeping. I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and looked at the screen with dreamy eyes. It was Aunt Beatrice. "...
Part 3 of the Aunt Matilda series: "Aunt Matilda" is part 1, and "Aunt Matilda to the Rescue" is part 2. ***** Sara was excited and intrigued. Excited, because Aunt Matilda was once again coming to visit. Intrigued, because her aunt had said she was planning to give Sara some special training, but wouldn't say anything more than that. Given the wildly rau...
1969 The Summer of My Life I was doing lunch dishes as I watched him make the long walk up my drive, the dust billowing from under his shoes with every step. It reminded me of when I was a girl and Uncle Clarence would let me take the reins as we rode the hay wagon. I would be mesmerized as I watched their hooves hit the ground, a puff of dust flew each tim...
I think the first moment I became attracted to my aunt was several years ago, during a New Years party that we were holding at my house. She may not be my blood aunt per say (my uncle married her), but that doesn't mean she can't get my blood boiling as she wore a yellow low-cut shirt that caused me to become a deer in the headlights as I marveled at the gif...
********** PLEASE NOTE: My previous submission "Kissing Mum's friend goodnight" and submitted on April 2018 should have been flagged "Ch 3" -- an omission on my part. Sorry for any confusion, and the story will make more sense and the characters be better understood after reading the first two chapters. Although I've referred to the main female character...
Ch 1: Violet is the Color of Lust A girl, a blanket, and a night-flight to Paris Somewhere between NY and Paris. The girl in window seat 23A is beautiful. Silky black hair. Piercing violet eyes. Full crimson lips. Flawless complexion. The cabin is dark, except for the flickering loom of the entertainment system. The hum of turbine engines drowns out eve...
"Hey Paige, guess who's staying at your Aunt Karen's house?" My mom teases as she sets her work things down. "Who?" I ask curiously. "Isaiah." She wiggles her eye brows at me. My heart just about stops as my jaw drops open. I can't believe it, Isaiah will be at my Aunt's house! My heart begins to race, wondering what I should where to go over for my cousi...