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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was eighteen when we moved, that is my father and me. My mother had left a year or so ago. I don't know why they split, they never talked to me about it, but I think my mother had been seeing someone else. My Dad met Rosemary soon after. She was in a similar position to him, bei...
THE LAUNDRY HAMPER I had been spending an inordinate amount of time during my relationship with Denise sneaking into her laundry and inspecting the contents of her dirty washing basket. It was not in the least bit difficult to gain access when Denise was not in her apartment and the nature of our relationship was such that I didn't think she would even min...
After my session with the girls the previous night I was almost relieved when I found myself alone the next day. Not that I hadn't enjoyed myself, I was just overwhelmed with what was happening lately. As the day wore on I began to wonder where they had gone and then suddenly remembered one of them saying they would be out all day and wouldn't be back till...
I would like to tell you about an experience I had some twenty years ago, as a young man of eighteen. First, I should explain my background and give you an idea of the lust that had been building in me since I was much younger. The first clue that I was to become a world class pervert was at about the age of six when my uncle brought his new wife to our ho...
I had been living in the coastal town of Warhurst for about 2 years when Kasey moved in next door about 12 months ago. Warhurst is a community of about 30,000, so if you wanted to keep to yourself you didn't need to get to know many people, but if you went out there, most people at least knew who you were. I'm 52 and claim to be 'semi retired'. While I did...
This is a variation on a theme dear to the hearts of many (or at least some). If you feel like voting – vote. If you can't be bothered – I don't care. If you feel like giving me feedback – then do. If you can't be stuffed – then pour yourself another glass of wine and skip on to the next rollocking yarn. The fishnet pull-up stockings were stretched up over...
Helen's Kinky thing © Alex Carr 2010 "I caught Helen sniffing your underwear." I was flabbergasted, Helen of all people? "Perhaps she was just seeing if it was dirty washing." I said in trying to find a feasible explanation, I mean, well women don't do that do they, dirty old men yes - and younger - but women? And women like Helen!?" I don't think so," my...
My sister Dorene was on the phone asking me if I could accommodate her friend Ruby during the Summer holidays. "She's a really delightful woman, generous and easy going, I wouldn't ask you otherwise," said Dorene. Ruby was studying theatre and dance and had to attend a six-week contemporary dance course at the local university. I was certain that my girlf...
"I caught Helen sniffing your underwear." I was flabbergasted, Helen of all people? "Perhaps she was just seeing if it was dirty washing." I said in trying to find a feasible explanation, I mean, well women don't do that do they, dirty old men yes - and younger - but women? And women like Helen!?" I don't think so," my flat mate John advised, "the way she...