MasukI could make out a small but thick bush nestled between her plump cheeks as she worked on her hands and knees with the trowel. I don't know if she caught me looking, but my pants began to stir and I had to excuse myself to go to the toilet. I sat on the toilet for 10 minutes waiting for my erection to go down before I could go back outside. It was a weird feeling, I was realising that I was attracted to
Ch-2---------------------Back to the fight. The two women, both over 40, were huffing and puffing as the digital camera whirred away. When mom grabbed her hair, the wig came off, the other actress totally bald! When she yanked at her bra, it came off, along with the padding that had made her seem so busty. It turns out that actress Vivian was over 40, and over 50 for that matter. As her rather elaborate girdle was exposed, she made a final lunge at my mom. I saw mom, unused to fighting, draw back with her right fist. It came forward with surprising speed and power, hitting that other actress, and old bag, Vivian, square right below the eye. After each of mom's three punches, you could hear a crack, then a snap, and a crunch. That actress with the true figure of a char lady had fought for a man in a struggle almost primeval in its nature and ferocity. In the event, Viv
Ch-1---------------------[Father forces son to be star in his adult film; mom inserts herself into film; they become a couple. Mom has primordial fight with another actress for right to do sex scene with son. Mom and son end up with studio after divorce. Father doesn't fare as well.]Growing up as an only child, I always wondered what my parents did for a living. Most kids know what their parents do; it is so important to understand what they do for role modeling and other things. As for me, I was only told that my father was a filmmaker and my mother did support work, such as make-up, etc. Later I learned that he had control over their joint bank accounts as well as a nice business inherited from her parents. Unknown to mom, he had traded all their money and that business for a film studio. Rumors at
Ch-3---------------------Still wearing that big condom that just barely fit over the doorknob sized end to my cock, I now had to finish in the missionary position. He had the filming pause to ensure that the condom was still securely on (not knowing that mom had put a huge cut in the condom's cap, making it totally useless.) Then he said action and I proceeded to enter mom. She moaned in pleasure. As he filmed this, he assumed that all of the action and emotion was contrived...little did he know that mom and I were not acting. Every time that I elicited a moan of passion from mom, it was real. Every time it appeared that she had the big 'O' it was real. We were now set for the climax, in every way.My big cock was withdrawn from mom as we took the positions, mom on her back, legs spread, pussy drippin
Ch-2---------------------That was my opening; as he stood there, a dumpy 50 year old, next to my sensuous mom, 43 with an incredible figure barely concealed by a skintight grey leotard, I ripped off my shirt and flexed my muscles. They had not seen me since I worked those two very labor intensive jobs, and I was now less a punk and more a hunk. My sexy mother was standing in front of him, which was fortunate. Mom even wiggled towards me, putting her approving hand on my broad shoulders and then sliding them down to my bulging biceps. He couldn't see mom's leotard, as her nipples popped and a huge damp spot appeared down in her blessed crescent. While mom's upper hand was having a field day feeling the super charged muscles of her strapping son, her other hand (unseen by him as it was between her and me) sought out my cock; she squeezed that too, feeling it also expand
Ch-1---------------------[Father trusts son foolishly; son maneuvers situation in his favor to secure money and his gorgeous mom from father; hatches plan, which works.]*If there was a villain in this piece, then surely it was me. My name is James, call me Jim. I had a good relationship with my father, Mal, and my mother, Sue. When I say 'good', I don't mean that they were doting parents, spoiling their only child. I was over 18 now and ordered out of my little bedroom offset from the house, separated by the garage. I managed to do some jobs around town and paid rent for the right to stay in that room as if I were a boarder.My parents were both from wealthy backgro
Ch-5---------------------We had caught our breath again. I defiantly took that nubile brunette into the huge, lavish, hotel bathroom. We had one of the best showers together any couple has ever had. We came back out.Me: "Mom, are you looking, mom? Patricia and I are going to go downstairs and get married, tonight, right after we annul our marriage. I know in your purse, where is it, oh here. [I grabbed a piece of paper.] Your divorce left us, I mean YOU, with some $600,000. Among that is this check for bearer from that fund for $100,000. I know that you want Patricia and I to get a good start, so the three of us will go down and get the marriage annulled; then you can be a witness for my marriage to Patricia. Then, best of all, we will come back up here to the wedding suite. At that time, you will he
Chapter 3After our dessert, Kim asked me, "Want to stay the night?" I was quick to accept the offer. I was also correct -- Kim had a spare, unused bedroom that she allowed me to use."Oh, sorry, this is a bit messy. Let me organize and clean it up for you," Kim said.It was only the two of us that
Chapter 2Both of her mouths watered.She collected the cupcakes in the tin as she went up the staircase. At the top, she turned down a short hall. Hanging from the knob of a linen closet, she found a frilly, yellow, and blue costume along with another note that read, "Please put this on."Tasha ca
Jean had been married for 20 years with twin boys aged 19 who were away at university, her husband was a total prick, and he was the captain of the local golf club and a former Ryder Cup golfer and was very big headed about it. Jean herself was head mistress of the
I woke up in the early hours and found that my hand was now clasping her breast, I tried to move it and she just mumbled and held my hand on her breast, her breathing got heavier as she felt my fingers tweak her nipple. "That's nice," she whispered and I kissed the







