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Stories for my Mom pt.2

Part 2

It wasn’t the next day, or even the following week, Lucy’s anticipation building as she wondered when they would finally be together. She continued to read the stories online, and the last one he had made for her, in each of them she substituted the names of the characters for her own and Nathans, becoming nervous the more time that went by. She thought about what she had decided to do, starting to doubt her resolve.

Was Nathan going to be disappointed? She was no longer young like his girlfriend; her body had changed as the years mounted. Would she see it in his face when he saw her naked, his desire diminishing when confronted with the fact that she was an older woman? Would he no longer desire her the same way as she knew she now desired him? She had always kept herself in for shape, but for the last week she had been working out harder than ever before, the punishing workouts helping her to relieve the anxiety building in her. Read more »

Stories for my mom

Lucy sat at the computer reading, engrossed in the document she had come across. Under normal circumstances, she may not have given it a second glance, but the name of the file had caught her attention. “My Mother, My Lover” sounded intriguing, and curiosity had got the better of her. It was a pdf file, hidden in plain sight amongst the other shortcuts on the desktop, so many that it now took her ages to search through them all to find the one she wanted and would have been quicker just to go straight to the program index. She had stumbled on it purely by accident while scrolling.

Her eyes had skipped past it and then returned as her brain processed its name, wondering what the document contained. Opened, it appeared to be a story and Lucy had started reading, momentarily forgetting what she had initially been about to do.

It had only taken her thirty minutes to complete the story which covered about twenty-five pages and at the end of it, she had felt breathless and if she had dared to admit it, slightly aroused. It had been about a mother and son, a daring story of love and incest, the sex scenes graphic in their descriptions. The story had been erotic, her body responding to the words and making her feel excited as she wondered how it had got there. Who had written it? Read more »

Reflections

It would happen again tonight she knew. It had happened every night for the last two weeks, she was certain it would again, in her heart she knew she was even hopeful for it now. That’s when she had first learned about her son’s nightly ritual, 2 short weeks ago. A ritual which had in turn led to one of her own as well. She waited, like a virgin school girl, anxious for the bedroom door to open.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror next to her bed, the moonlight revealing her naked form to the mirror. She had always slept naked, even as a child reveling in the soft feel of the fabric. She saw the look of anticipation and excitement on her face, amazed even after weeks now, at the physical responses of her body, while no longer concerned as to the reasons why.

She had thought of removing the mirror not that long ago. It had been a constant painful reminder each night of the times she had watched herself, and her late husband David make love in the mirror. Those had been happy times, she had thought they would never return. That was until the night she saw her son in the mirror. Read more »

The men in my life

(WARNING: This is a work of fiction that contains non consensual scenes, if that bothers you stop reading now!)

Mary and Sam had always been close growing up. Twins, with the normal closeness associated with such things. Three years ago when they were fifteen, their mother had died suddenly of an aneurysm. Despite them being the same age Mary had always felt the need to look out for her often timid and self conscious brother. An instinct only further enhanced by their mothers passing.

To the outside world their father James was a good man. He was salt of the earth, and appeared a good dad to the two kids, but the outside world didn’t know what went on behind closed doors. He was violent and petty man, and he ruled Mary and Sam with a relentless iron fist. He looked after them of course, they always had nice clothes, the better to hide the truth to the outside world, but he was a sadistic, mind controlling tyrant and a pervert. He would often tormented them both over the years. Read more »

Aunt Keri gets a new Master

Watch out for Boots!”

“Oh shit!”

The cat screeched as my nephew stepped on its tail, running wildly between his legs. He tripped and dropped the dresser he was carrying into my bedroom, it’s contents spilling wildly onto the floor.

“Sorry aunt Keri, I didn’t see him there.”

I was a bit shocked no one came to see what the loud thud was, but the family Christmas party downstairs was as raucous as ever. My family is a big one, and our parties tended to get wild enough we’ve had neighbors complain before.

“It’s OK Sam, you couldn’t have seen him with that big thing in your hands.”

Sure enough the dresser was a large one, but my sister’s son has always been an athletic boy, his 6’1 frame lean and muscled even as a boy, something his recent time in the Marines had only amplified. He was a veryhandsome slab of muscle these days, on leave for the holiday. When I had mentioned to him I was thinking about moving the dresser out of the guest room, he had simply lifted it up; and asked where I wanted it. Read more »

New Year’s surprise

My wife and I were in Chicago, visiting my family for the holidays and we were spending New years eve at a party at my aunt and uncles house. My younger cousins were in the basement having their own little party while the older folks were doing their thing. I’m not much for champagne so around 10:30 I told my wife I was going to go find a bed. She said she was still wanting to watch the ball drop would join me later. Knowing my wife I knew it was likely to be much later, she’s always been a nightowl, I went upstairs and into the first empty bedroom I found.

A bit later I heard my wife come in, she took off her pants and slide into bed, she generally sleeps in panties and a shirt. I felt her tight little ass bump into my hand, and gave a little squeeze to let her know I was still awake. She pushed into my hand and I got a bit excited as she generally doesn’t like to screw around in other people’s homes, much less relatives. I squeezed her ass check and started to run my other hand against her chest moving up to her firm but small breasts, I could feel her nipples were already hardening at my touch. I slipped the hand I had been using to squeeze her ass down into her panties, using my fingers to spread and play with her asshole, something she really enjoys. Read more »

The Father Daughter dance

He watched her come down the stairs to him. Her black hair in pigtails reaching her shoulders. The blue and yellow dress she wore stopped a good bit above her knees. The neckline of the sleeveless dress dropping seductively, luring the eyes to her high and firm 34Ds. His eyes tracked down her lovely legs to the light blue heels she wore.

“You look amazingly beautiful baby girl” he said to her.

“Thank you, daddy,”, she replied with a coy smile he knew was only for show.

“I’m so excited for tonight”, she said.

The look in her eyes causing a mix of excitement, pride, and arousal in him. She had been his since the day she was born eighteen years ago, but recently she had shown him just how much she belonged to him. He pulled her to him in a hug, giving her a light kiss on the lips, his hand moving down to her lovely ass, feeling that she wore no panties under her dress. He gave her a knowing smile, and she responded in kind. Read more »