I woke up disoriented. I was extremely confused. I wasn't totally awake at the moment. I was still half asleep. The place smelled like raunchy feet. My pole became so stiff, I felt someone gyrating on top of it. A contraction squeezed hard. I felt hot flesh over my 22 year old face. I couldn't see. Sweat dripped over my face. I started to sniff uncontrolla...
Today I found a grey eye lash. No crisis, no world changing event, just a single, tiny lash devoid of colour. I guess that means I'm getting old. Not that getting old ever held any fear for me. Somehow, I always imagined that I would one day wake up and feel old *and* grown up. Almost like a magical graduation ceremony had taken place during the night and...
Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * "Wehiloooooo." "Oh my, oh my," said Kuruma and chuckled at herself. Her mouth was watering as if she were a little girl and not an old toothless crone. "What is it, grandma?" asked Tobi, her f...
The alarm clock beeped incessantly, startling her awake as she groaned, slapping her hand against it repeatedly. "Shut up!" Tiredly, she regarded the time, snuggling comfortably under her blanket in preparation to fall back asleep until reality dawned on her and her brown eyes popped open in surprise. 10:25 A.M., she read then reread, turning over on her si...
This is the eight part of the series and takes place after the last part. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. ***** Karla and I walked into the dining holding hands. Anne, Bob, Mistress Emma, and Hans were sitting at a table and they waved us over to join them. Karla and I were naked. W...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a true story as told to me by my friend, Jeff. So, there I was, a guy in his late twenties, in love with an eighty year old woman, who was also his grandma. I thought things might have slowed down a bit for her, but she seemed to be as rampant as ever, in fact she couldn...
When I was born was always a mystery to me. My Pa never talked of my mother and so all I remember is being. He told me I looked like her when he was drunk but gave no hint how. My two little sisters, big brother, my Pa and I took care of the farm up in the Mountains of Kentucky. Pa and Sam worked the fields. I worked the house, raised the twins. Terry and Me...
Jason's Mom and Grandmother stood naked in the archway between the kitchen and the living room with their arms folded. Sensing the seething synergy coming from the woman of the house, the room went suddenly silent while one by one, but for Susan, they all looked towards the archway and her. Still poised on her knees in front of her father, Susan hung her hea...
Your response to the first part of "Keeping it in the Family" has encouraged me to keep it going. A lot of people expressed an interest into Maxwell, so some of the questions will be answered here, but keep your shirt on, because there's more to come, and it may just surprise you. Part IV My little escapade with grandpa really had me going. I was lying i...
Aylar Radulescu was a beautiful girl. Half Arab half Romanian, she had golden skin, large brown eyes and long, dark brown waves of thick, bouncy hair. Her 18 year old body was hot to say the least, small and athletic with smallish, perky breasts and a firm, round ass. The thing is, Aylar knew she was hot and used it to her advantage. She could have any guy s...