Mary lay, naked on the bed, her long legs spread wide, knees slightly bent and her hands gripping the edge of the mattress. Widowed at twenty eight with a five year old son, she had devoted her life to the boy and shunned any male contact. Ten years of self imposed celibacy as long as you don’t count her middle finger as sexual contact.

Suddenly her womanly needs had surfaced and she knew she needed a man, not just to hold and be romantic with but a man who would take her, Gently when she needed it and roughly when she fancied it. Take her to bed and make love to her or sneak up on her Continue»

Masturbation is a word that was anathema to my mother when I was a teenager. Nice girls didn’t know words like that and the act itself was sure to confine your immortal soul to the deepest pit of Hell!

Mother was a good Catholic girl.

I was thirty-two before I realised a woman could orgasm. As far as I was concerned, sex was a pleasure for men and a duty for women to endure to produce babies. I, obviously, wasn’t a good Catholic girl because I only produced one baby. A daughter, Imogen - Immy for short.

It wasn’t for any particular reason. It just never happened. Probably because Continue»

“Tom, love! Are you home?”

“Yes, Mum!”

Tom came down the stairs two at a time and took two of the bags that Janice had placed in the hallway. She carried the other two into the kitchen, kicking the front door closed behind her.

“Thanks, love,” she said as he set the shopping down on the table.

“No prob!” Tom said and fished in a bag for a packet of biscuits. “You should have waited. I’d have come shopping with you.”

“You do enough, love,” Janice said stroking his cheek. “You’ve got your exams and you do all those odd jobs for my friends.”

“They do pay me, Mum!”

“I kn Continue»

“Let’s get this straight, Lucy,” Tom said as he closed and locked the door behind him. “You ARE going to do this!”

“And I told you I am NOT, you sick, perverted bastard!”

Tom’s hand flew out and grabbed the nightdress of the girl and pulled her roughly to him. She struggled but he was far too strong for her and , although she twisted her head, she couldn’t stop his rough, unshaven face pressing against her young, smooth cheek as he kissed her. She struggled but he had too firm a grip on the material and she felt his other arm go around her, pulling her body tightly against his. She b Continue»

I don’t actually know how it happened. Opportunity I suppose. But happen it did and it was fantastic.
I was twenty three, a freelance photographer working from home. My 22 year old wife had a good job in the city and she had to go out early and came home fairly late.
When we married, just over a year before, we moved in with her parents. They had a rambling old place with room to spare We had the top two floors. It was a totally separate flat. Below us was my wife’s grandmother and her parents had the bottom two floors. All independant but we all got along so there was no problem.
My mo Continue»

It was a bl**dy hot day and I had skipped the afternoon session at school. It was only arts and crafts and not really my thing so Home I went. I knew it would be deserted because Mum and Dad had won a holiday and they were taking it as a second honeymoon so I was expecting a little b*****r or s****r in nine months time. I was only six months after their first honeymoon so it had either been a bl**dy passionate honeymoon or dear mummy had been free with her favours before the wedding. I know which my bet is on. I love laying in bed listening to them performing. They think I’m sl**ping and I Continue»

It was an awful shock. Nan was 68 and we had a call to say she’d tripped when dancing, fallen awkwardly and broken not one arm, but both. Needless to say she souldn’t stay at home so mum and I brought her back and looked after her.

To be honest, she was a pain in the arse. She is fiercly independent and hates being waited on. She may be 68 but only looks 50. Her hair is always immaculate and her make-up is perfect. She’s slim and turns a lot of head when she’s out. A rich auburncol,our which, amazingly, is natural and only slightly greying at the sides.

Mum had to go out for the d Continue»

“Mum, Can I talk to you?” Carrie asked walking into her mother’s bedroom. Di sat up in bed and pulled the bedclothes up to cover her breasts. She always slept naked and didn’t mind her daughter seeing her but this seemed like one of those serious mother/daughter deep conversations. Also she hoped that Carrie hadn’t noticed the engorged nipples. The result of the manual manipulation of her lower parts.

“Of course, darling. What is it?

Carrie sat on the edge of the bed looking at her mother. Di stroked her daughter’s long hair and brushed it away from her face.

“Danny fucked me l Continue»

HI! I’m Tina. I’m 50 years of age and I have been fucking for 38 of those years but having sex for forty years. Does that give you a clue? Let me explain it all to you. I’ve told the story using diary notes my lover made and recounting my own memories of the events.

My father worked in the oil industry and was posted overseas for a few years but he wanted me to continue to be schooled in the UK so it was arranged that I would stay with my Uncle Gordon and Aunt Anne. I first knew Gordon when he married my mum’s s****r Anne. I was five and fell in love with him Continue»

“I think Colin is a bit bi-curious,” Jean said. I looked up at her reflection in the mirror.

“What makes you say that?” I asked. She had a wistful expression on her face and she just tilted her head to one side .

“I just know it, that’s all.”

“But he’s well into Shelley isn’t he?” I said. “She’s a bit wet but they seem to be OK together and I’m sure he’s fucking her.”

“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t fancy a bit of cock.” she looked back at me in the mirror, her e Continue»

Tina was, and for that matter still is, my niece. My s****r-in-law’s daughter. She was a stunning girl from an early age and no, I did not take advantage of her at all when she was young and vulnerable but I must admit to having stirrings in the loin when she sat on my lap and wriggled when I tickled her, or when I read her a bedtime story and she would sit, enthralled, listening, her knees pulled up to her chest exposing herself. It was very tempting but I resisted.

I used to tell my wife and it always got her excited as I described the view.

Anyway, back to the present. Tina Continue»

Ask me how it happened and I’ll tell you I have no idea.. I still don’t really believe it.

Toni and Lena are my twin daughters from my first marriage. I don’t know why I say ‘first’ in that way. There won’t be a second. Not that I don’t love my ex wife, I do and always will and she says she feels the same. But we can’t live together. We’re amicable. Very! She still comes round for nookie and has no-one else. Neither do I. We live apart but are still lovers. Yeah, I Know. Complicated.

The one thing we do have in common is the Continue»

It was a long while ago. I was seven and so was my girlfriend. We loved to play together and because my parents worked, I would be looked after by her mother, a widow, who had to do work as and when she could. On these days, Val and I would be left to our own devices. It would be frowned on now but then it was just life.

We would be told that on no account were we to leave the house and we were good k**s and did as we were told and would only be left for a couple of hours at most during which time we would play in Val’s bedroom.

We would play mums and dads and as such would need to Continue»

“You have a hidden camera in your k**s’ bedroom?” Della said, sitting up on the bed.

“Sorry, Have we shocked you?” Carrie asked. She worried a lot about what her mother thought of her but the evening we’d just had should have gotten rid of any worries.

“Shocked?” Della said almost licking her lips. “No I’m not shocked. I’m bl**dy horny. Let’s have a look at the pair of them!”

“Mother!”

“Daughter!” Della grinned. I slid off the bed and opened the drawer of our dressing table. I Continue»

“Oh that’s good!” Della said as she entered the room.

“Oh shit! Turn it off Bob.” Carrie almost jumped up, rearranging herself hastily.

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Della said taking a seat and gazing at the TV.

“Mother!” Carrie said. “I thought you were asl**p in bed.”

“I was but this looks far more fun,” Della said with a wicked smile. “Don’t let me stop you from what you were doing.”

“Mother!”

“Oh come on,” Della said. “I have watched porn mov Continue»

I’ve heard all the mother-in-law jokes and I’m here to tell you that they’re not all old dragons who resent the marriage of their daughters. Mine was only too happy to plan the wedding and on the day very nearly eclipsed the bride.

If I tell you she’s would give Honor Blackman a run for her money. Her blonde hair is always perfect and her make-up subtle but striking. She always has a smile on her face.

All right. I fancied her! My wife, Helen, used to tease me about it when we screwed and I never dared tell her that I was really fantasizing about her mother.
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This is a true story about the first girl I lived with.

We met at college. Her name was Eileen. She was 5’2” tall with green eyes and a 36” bust. She was studying cookery and I was studying journalism. We met on a bench in the grounds of the college. I had sandwiches and she had a small box of fantastic cold salad the like of which I’d never seen before. She sat next to me and we got talking resulting in me asking her out for a drink. It turned out that she lived just three miles from my flat and after the drink I walked her home as slowly as I could manage. We& Continue»

From a very early age I can remember my mother being a hard woman to please. She’d been put in the club at the age of 18 and had no idea which prick had done the trick. In short, as a teenager, my mother was a slag.

But not only as a teenager. I remember her bringing guys home on a regular basis and, as I grew older, I would sneak from my bedroom to watch her perform with them. She loved to give head and I was fascinated to see her, sitting on the floor with a guy’s prick in her mouth and even more fascinated when he shot his load. They would laugh and she would clean him u Continue»

Saturday morning and I was standing by the kitchen window looking at the peaceful garden I had created. The cash win hadn’t been a fortune but it was enough for me to give up work and, at 45, give up work and take life easy with my twin sons, John and Paul.

“Morning,” they said as they came into the kitchen. I smiled at them. At twenty they were tall and well built and each sported a nice nine inch manhood. We never wear clothes around the house and I watched as they bobbed and swung before them. It was Paul who came over to me first and put his arms around me. I lea Continue»

Connie and Dave had been our friends since we were at school. We’d paired off. I paired off with Claire. We enjoyed the same things, laughed together and I guess just fell in love. Both girls gave up their virginity at the same party and as soon as we were able, we married, within six months of each other. I guess you could say we were best friends. We would holiday together and took turns in having the others to dinner.

In our mid twenties, Dave and Connie moved away so, because of work commitments, we could only get together about once every six months and we’d make a week Continue»