Here is chapter 2. I apologize for the wait. I'm still looking for an editor, but hopefully I will find one in time for the next chapter. Thanks for all of the words of encouragement and the feedback. They are much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~ Connor pulled his car into the garage. He leaned back against the cool leather seats and sighed. His wolf stirred impa...
Morgan Fletcher fled to the south of England to seek revival, staying with his maternal grandmother and husband. He'd been squeezed dry by his demanding job as new business manager for an ailing firm manufacturing sanitary disposal units for workplace toilets while socially attempting to anally satisfy his new stepmother as well as performing like a stallio...
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...
This one is a little personal; my father in law was a Japanese-American GI in WW2 and there are a lot of echoes of my family in Doc M's family. The Battle of the Lost Brigade happened in October 1944. Like the Light Brigade at Balaclava, the 442d was ordered by incompetent generals to do a militarily impossible task and did it on sheer courage, at great los...
I was very excited when my friend Bijoy told he was going to be my neighbor right opposite my house at Rupa Apartments. He and his mom were shifting from their old house. I was living with my grandparents and was bored on most weekends. Now I had a friend to talk to and play with. I am 19 and he is the same age, and expected his mom to be quite old. To my su...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. "I'm sorry. Am I in your way?" The speaker was a woman and judging from her completely white hair and fine wrinkles aro...
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...
*Author's note: After seriously looking at just how many gorgeous women there are who are over 60 a few months ago, I'd planned to write a trilogy of stories dedicated to what I'll call 'much-older women' but forgot to mention it. I meant to share my idea when I wrote House Swap but forgot. Then I forgot again when I wrote Ticketed. So I'm finally rememberin...
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...