Grandmother’s Diaries Pt 4 April to July 1896 [FMF]

More than a month had passed since Irene’s wedding when I finally saw her. She wasn’t looking happy. I sat her down, made a nice cup of tea and waited. She said nothing, then it all came out. After they returned from their honeymoon, they went to live at Henry’s parents place. I was right, Father was a martinet and mother a necessary appendage. Henry’s brothers and sisters did not leave them alone, allow them any privacy. Henry’s father was horrified Irene would refuse to resign her position and tend to the family home.

Irene’s logic, presented at the time, was that if she did not continue to work, they would not be able to purchase a home of their own. This did nothing to pacify the father-in-law. He wanted a scullery maid, Irene said, a house keeper. This was the only reasons, she suspects, that he allowed Henry to marry her and he made life more difficult for her than was needed. Having seen some families like this, I can sympathize with Irene. and in the course of our discussion, I found myself suggesting she talk to her mother, perhaps their moving in with her would ease a lot of that tension.

My Step-Son, Daughter and Me [MF][Inc]

I came in the back door, bringing some shopping in, dumped the bags on the table. I knew my daughter was home, her car was parked in the street. We live in a bungalow, not overly large, just a four bedroom home that started out as a two bedroom, and previous owners added extra rooms, bathroom, family lounge.

One room, right at the end of the house was my daughter’s next to hers was my stepson’s, my third husband and I had the main bedroom next to the front, formal lounge with the connected galley kitchen and family lounge, between them. The house was quiet, but then I heard a moan. I knew it wasn’t a ghost, because it was followed by a grunt, a male grunt and some rhythmic thumping. Seems Sandy was getting laid and she’d left her bedroom door open.

I knew she wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been since my second husband, her father, had fucked her years ago, the bastard. He should be in jail for that- but that’s just my anger again, anger at letting my little girl down. Anyway… She must have been enjoying herself, as her moans were getting louder, so I thought I might quietly sneak out the door again and wait a little while, give them some privacy. Go and sit in the car, read something on my cell, it was not a nice day.

My Grandmother’s Diaries (1895-6) [FF][Toys]

Part 3:

From my Grandmother’s diaries
1895-96 October to January

The weather has turned, there is a new heat, dry. The north wind blows and brings heat with it, something I am definitely not used to. The ground cover is already looking a little brown after the rush of growth over the cooler months. Magpies here are a little different than they are at home, or in China. Black and white they have a different pattern than our birds and they have a warble song that can be quite beautiful. The trouble is they are also very territorial when nesting.

I did take my painting things out to the bush and immediately fell prey to a swooping bird. I was lucky in that I was wearing a broad brimmed hat, if I hadn’t been, I suspect the bird would have had a chunk of my hair in their nest. I moved away very quickly but the monster kept coming at me. I had no idea this would happen, so was taken completely by surprise. Eventually, I was far enough away from its nest that it gave up. I did ask about this from my neighbour, Rose when I got home again and she told me it was normal this time of year. My first encounter with real wild life in the colony.

A Change of Pace Pt2 [FF][MFF]

Part 2

I woke, a soft morning light peered around the curtains. I looked at the bedside digital clock and saw nothing. Of course, fuck it! I wasn’t in my bed, I was in her’s, Kim’s. Memories flooded back, orgasm after orgasm, the taste of her pussy, her kisses, everything, and I felt so relaxed and satiated.

I rolled over, saw that she wasn’t there, looking up, I saw the clock, 9:37am! Fuck me! I don’t sleep this late ever! Well, not before now, then it was well after 4am the last time she made me cum. I touched my pussy and for whatever reason, it wasn’t sore, like it is sometimes the morning after a good fuck.

I didn’t feel like I wanted a pee, we had peed a little earlier, like 5:30 or so, but had nothing to drink. I got out of bed, quickly dressing, brushed my hair, used my breath freshener, hoped I didn’t smell of cum, and quietly opened the bedroom door. Moving down the hallway, I could hear the sound of voices coming from somewhere ahead.

A Change of pace [FF]

Okay, ready? Yep, so this is how it went. So, I’m 22 years old, 5’3.5″ (a little over 1.6m, so I understand), 95lbs (about 47kilo), I wear a size 34a bra and my ass is slightly bigger than my tits. And I like dick. Well, no, I love dick. In my mouth, in my pussy, I love it. Tried it up the ass once, messy and hurt, so nope, not interested.

I heard that the first time a girl fucks it hurts, so I thought, no, not me. One day, when my parents were out, I searched through mom’s dresser, wardrobe, then noticed the drawers under the bed mom and dad slept in. I’d found her small collection of dildos and vibrators. I took the smallest one that looked like a dick and used that to break my hymen. I was 14.

Oh it hurt, like on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being a stubbed toe and 10 being doused in boiling oil, this was about a 3, a little more than an injection with a sharp needle but less than a cut finger. No idea what all the noise is about, but then people are all different.

Happy 18th Birthday – The Next Week [FFM]

“Hi Dad,” Lena said into the cell phone, with Will and Katie sitting at the table, semi-dressed having a light meal.

Pause.

“Yes, she’s fine, all grown up.”

Pause.

“She had a great birthday, we ended up not going out, stayed in and made our own fun.” Pause, “Hi mom,” pause, “Yes, I’ll tell her. She wanted to thank you for her birthday present, but later,” Pause, “Okay, in the meantime, can you put dad back on please,” pause, “Yeah, bye mom,” pause, “Yes, dad, something came up last night about the upstairs bathroom.” Pause, “Yeah, Will and I were wondering if you could come over one afternoon during the week and take a look.” Long pause, “Yeah, remodel it, we need a bit more room in the shower.” Pause, “Yeah, it’s a bit small plus middle age spread is starting to hit us, Will in particular,” Pause while there were howls of outrage from Will and laughter from both Lena and Katie. “You can, great,” Pause, “Tuesday afternoon, that won’t be a problem at all.” The conversation continued and Lena’s dad put her mom back on the line and some more family talk continued. Eventually it petered out and goodbyes were said.

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Happy Birthday Pt3 [FFM][Inc]

Will was half-dressed when he realized that Lena was taking a long time talking to Katie. He quickly finished dressing and made his way to the other end of the hallway to Katie’s room. The door was slightly ajar but rather than just barging in and disturbing their conversation, he craned his neck to listen. The first thin he heard was a long, low moan and immediately recognized that sound. He only ever heard it when Lena was seriously sexually aroused. Pushing to door a little more open, Will peeked inside, and what he saw made his dick harden in his pants. Lena and Katie were naked, Lena, on her back, Katie between her knees furiously licking Lena’s cunt and fingering her pussy. Will dropped a hand to his bulging crotch, staring at his daughter’s naked body, watching the way she tongued Lena’s swollen, juicy pussy. Then Lena came, spasms that Will was familiar with, he watched Katie as she sucked her fingers, cleaning Lena’s juice off them, then kiss up Lena’s body kissing and cuddling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. His cock was hard as a rock just looking at this tableau of naked flesh. He struggled to get his cock out and he began to stroke his engorged cock.

Happy eighteenth, baby! Pt 2 [FF][Inc]

“Yeah?”

“It’s me, can I come in for a moment sweetheart?” she heard mom ask.

“Yeah! Come in, Mom!” said Katie, hastily wrapped a towel around her naked body and sat on her bed.

Mom entered the room, she had dressed and was fully composed, except for the rosy flush of the recently satiated.

“Can we talk about what just happened?” asked Lena.

Katie was afraid mom was going to give her a good chewing out for spying on them and felt the heat in her face as she blushed in embarrassment.

“I’m really sorry, Mom!” she spluttered, “I couldn’t help but notice you and Dad fu… um.. doing it! I’m really sorry, it won’t happen again! Promise”

Lena sat down on the bed next to her hugging her daughter affectionately.

“Hey… You’re not in any trouble, babe,” she said softly, emphasizing her words with a gentle squeeze, “I’m not going to get mad at you for being curious.”

“You’re not?” Relief grew in Katie.

I’m not a slut, really! [FF]

Okay, I’m not a slut, that is, I’m not gunna to spread my legs for any guy that comes along. I am, actually quite fussy with males. With females, however, I am not so fussy- well, okay, I am a slut. Don’t get me wrong, I love a decent cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, occasionally up my ass, I love it. I also love a tongue, in my mouth, in my pussy even up my ass, it’s a lot of fun. I gotta say though, I love a woman’s body next to mine, her pussy under my mouth, her touch on my breasts, everywhere. I love a dick in me and I love the fingers of a woman in me, pleasuring me. I guess that makes me bi, which is okay.

I gave my virginity to the first guy I dated, way back in high school. It was uncomfortable in the back of his dad’s car. It was also messy, it hurt, but I can say that he was considerate, came quick and got off. At first, he was embarrassed, I think, but then after that, he turned into an asshole. I had no say in it, he wanted sex, I was expected to give it, until I just got fed up with his bullshit. When I told him “no” he wasn’t going to accept that, so I got out the car and walked and jogged the five miles home. Next thing I knew I was being abused at school for being a slut.

Ricky or Rikki? [MF][Trans][Rom]

We grew up together, Rob, Keri, Ricky and me, close neighbors so we gravitated together, easily. Ricky and Keri were – are twins, so wherever Ricky went, Keri was always there. We were the Four Musketeers. Rob was Athos, analytical, a planner, always behind our mischief. Ricky was Aramis, really good looking guy, but always seemed at odds with himself, in a perpetual dilemma. Keri was D’Artangnan. Being a girl, she was the outsider always proving herself, not that she needed to, to us, but to others, they underestimated her all the time and she wasn’t prepared to put up with any of their bullshit. And me, Greg, I was Porthos, loyal to a fault sometimes, and like the original, didn’t always get conversations, mainly because I had a hearing problem which I didn’t know about until I was in my teens.