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“The Mom Next Door” – another tribute to 1980s porn paperbacks by Tad Overdon – Chapter Five of eleven [MF. Incest]

# “The Mom Next Door” by Tad Overdon

**CHAPTER FIVE**

After two weeks of living on Midwood Road, Ben Jacobs wished more than ever that he was back in the city. His mother had at least managed to make friends with Sharon Thompson, but other than the few other stay-at-home mothers in the neighborhood there was no one around during the long hot days. Without a second car he had no way to get into town when his father was at work, which seemed to be always, and Ben hadn’t been able to find a summer job.

He missed his girlfriend, Billie.

He was sitting on the front steps of the new house with his laptop one morning when C.J. loped across the lawn from next door. “Your mom home?” C.J. asked.

“She’s out shopping somewhere,” Ben answered. “What’s up?”

C.J. flipped the pastel green envelope he held in one hand and rolled his eyes. “Mom’s got me passing out invitations to some ladies yard party of hers. What you doing?”

“Looking for a job.”

C.J. glanced at the laptop. “Online? Nah, man, you got to look in the Gazette.” Read more »

Tangled Up Puppet (part one) [MF] [Father/Daughter] [Incest] [Fingering] [Toys] [Facial] [Photos]

I was completely unprepared the day my best friend approached me about a proposition that I never thought I’d even entertain. I noticed how he watched my daughter at the last pool party I’d held that summer, but I chalked it up to an old man taking in the view of an eighteen year old in a tiny tight bikini, not my best friend contemplating fucking my daughter. But here we were, in the living room, drinking beers and watching a football game when he put his hand on my thigh and said, “Have you ever wondered if Cora is a virgin or not?”

I scowled, “I don’t need to know about my daughter’s sex life,” I snapped at him, “I raised her, I trust her to make the right choices for herself, or at least to learn from any mistakes she might make.”

“Izzy isn’t,” he said, referring to his own daughter, “I was there when she lost it. Held her fucking hand when Mr. Carter bled her. Once the pain of it settled she was fucking him on her own and I went over to Carter’s daughter and got fucked by the most skilled girl I’ve ever been with.” Read more »

Daddy’s Naughty Daughters, Chap 4 [Incest]

Crissy was thrilled. She crawled up into her father’s arms, rubbing her hot virgin body against his hard powerful frame. “Am I as good as Mommy before she left us?” she asked.

“Better, baby,” Douglas rasped, cradling his child in his arms.

“Oooh, Daddy.” She tingled all over, found his mouth and gave him a wet hungry kiss.

Douglas groaned and sucked on her tongue, his wet limp prick mashed against her soft belly.

Crissy pulled her mouth away from her father’s lips. “Suckin’ your cock was the greatest, but I’m so hot. Will you help me, Daddy?”

Douglas rubbed his child’s lithe naked body. His hands cupped the firm cheeks of her ass, kneading her pliant assmeat. He felt her small tits mash against his chest, her nipples like hot pokers searing his skin.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he groaned.

“Oooh, Daddy,” she sighed. She showered him with kisses, then dropped her hand down to his limp prick. A hot shiver raced up her arm. “Will you fuck me, Daddy? I wanna be fucked so bad.” Read more »

Pastor Rick – Hallelujah (Noncon, Hypnosis)

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*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.

**Pastor Rick – Hallelujah**

“There’s no escape from God’s love!” Pastor Rick screamed into the microphone. He looked out into the sea of teen girls and even he was shocked at how well this was going. He had never had this big of a crowd before and it went to his head, making him feel larger than life. It hadn’t always been this way but as he’d honed his skills at hypnosis he had gotten greedy. Anyone would have. He pushed away his doubts and silenced the little voice of conscience in the back of his head that was telling him that this was wrong. He already knew it was wrong. He thought he had made his peace with that a long time ago. Read more »

Daddy’s Naughty Daughters, Chap 3 [Incest]

Crissy laying quietly in bed, the curtains on the window parted, the moon lighting the room in erotic shadows. Her legs were spread, the sheet kicked off her slim body.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, rubbing her hands over her nightie, squeezing her tits through the thin sexy material. “Whatta day.”

She slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms, stroking her pussy while thinking of her sister’s mouth sucking frantically at her cunt. “Ooooh, God.”

It had been a fantastic day of sex with her sister. They had made it together in every room in the house after their father had gone out. Crissy squeezed her thighs together. Warm pussy-cream oozed from her fuckhole, coating her fingers as she wondered if she should go into Tammy’s room and wake her up. She decided not to. Tomorrow would be another day and their father would be gone again.

Douglas tiptoed down the hall, and he peeked into Crissy’s room. His gut churned as he watched his youngest teenaged daughter play with herself. In seconds, his prick was throbbing, aching painfully in the tight confines of his pants. He found that his breathing was raspy, shallow. He fought his lust and hunger for his young daughter, but couldn’t tear himself away from the door. He had to watch. Read more »

Daddy’s Naughty Daughters, Chap 2 [Incest]

Tammy, Crissy’s older sister, stood in the doorway separating their two rooms. She was wearing only a pair of panties. Her tits, larger and fuller than Crissy’s, were tingling. She swallowed the lump in her throat and giggled.

Crissy lifted her head, her face filling with shock as she stared at her sister. Quickly, she rolled over, a sheepish grin on her face. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to watch you cream all over the fucking’ bed,” she said, coming into Crissy’s room. “Damn … I heard the bed squeaking from my room.” “You gonna tell Daddy?” Crissy asked, a tinge of fear and excitement skipping through her young body. “Why should I tell Daddy?” Tammy said. She plopped on the bed, her large tits bouncing erotically.

Crissy leered jealously at her sister’s plump creamy tits. She began to tingle all over. She also became aware of her own naked body and her sister’s leering looks. “Is your pussy all wet?” Tammy asked, her voice husky, her bright green eyes glassy and dilated. Read more »

Daddy’s Naughty Daughters, Chap 2 [Incest]

Tammy, Crissy’s older sister, stood in the doorway separating their two

rooms. She was wearing only a pair of panties. Her tits, larger and

fuller than Crissy’s, were tingling. She swallowed the lump in her

throat and giggled.

Crissy lifted her head, her face filling with shock as she stared at

her sister. Quickly, she rolled over, a sheepish grin on her face. “How

long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to watch you cream all over the fuckin’ bed,” she said,

coming into Crissy’s room. “Damn … I heard the bed squeaking from my

room.”

“You gonna tell Daddy?” Crissy asked, a tinge of fear and excitement

skipping through her young body.

“Why should I tell Daddy?” Tammy said. She plopped on the bed, her

large tits bouncing erotically.

Crissy leered jealously at her sister’s plump creamy tits. She began to

tingle all over. She also became aware of her own naked body and her

sister’s leering looks.

“The Mom Next Door” – another tribute to 1980s porn paperbacks by Tad Overdon – Chapter Four of eleven [MF. MFF, Incest]

# “The Mom Next Door” by Tad Overdon

**CHAPTER FOUR**

“You feeling better now, honey?” Sharon asked.

Melissa sat hunched forward on the edge of a deck chair staring fixedly across the still surface of the Thompsons’ pool. She took a long, slow sip from the moisture-beaded glass cupped in her unsteady hands. She couldn’t bear to look either Sharon or C.J. Thompson in the eyes.

“I-I’m so sorry,” she stammered after a long while. “I didn’t mean to spy. I just…that is, I didn’t…” She gave up trying to find the words. Her head swam, and not from the rum.

Sharon gave a little laugh and tossed her head. “Hon, we saw you as soon as you came out through the glass doors. I kind of owe *you* an apology, for throwing you in at the deep end that way.”

“Throwing me—you *wanted* me to see you together?”

“Did you really think us Mayberry folk just leave our doors unlocked all the time?”

Melissa lifted her head to peer curiously at Sharon. The blonde sat cuddling with her son in a double chaise lounge, she wearing a short terry cloth robe and he with a beach towel wrapped and knotted loosely about his waist. Read more »