All Chapters of Steamy Dreams : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Alicia popped into the kitchen and saw us hugging."Mom, Uncle Bob? What's up with you two?" she asked with a knowing smile.Nancy startled a little, but I wouldn't let go because I'd gotten hard as we hugged, and Nancy could feel it. I didn't know if it was her magic, or just me being a horny old man.Nancy started, "Oh, honey, it's kinda complicated. You see, both Bob and I have been lonely and we were just making each other feel happier."I knew this wasn't going to satisfy Alicia. Nancy wanted to treat her like a young child when she was really a young woman.Alicia tilted her head and said, "Mom, c'mon, I'm not some little kid."Nancy slumped a little. "You're right, Alicia, you're not. You're a young woman. And you deserve an adult conversation with me about what you've seen and what's going on between Bob and myself. Could we do that privately?"Alicia nodded.Nancy said, "Ok, go wait in my bedroom and I'll be there in a couple of minutes."Alicia smiled and headed to the bedro

I felt his cock stretch me as my body followed a rhythm I’d perfected over the past three weeks. Sweat dripped down my spine, pooling at the small of my back where his hands gripped my hips.“Are you loving this?” Deuce’s voice was rough, strained with pleasure that made my stomach turn even as I forced my face into a mask of ecstasy.“Yes,” I breathed, letting the word come out broken and needy. “Yes, daddy”My eyes kept drifting to the far wall, to the abstract painting that hung just slightly off-center. Behind it, I knew, was what I’d been searching for. What I’d endured three weeks of his hands on my body to find.“Switch,” he growled suddenly, and before I could, he’d flipped us with his Alpha strength. My back hit the silk sheets, and he was above me, inside me, he was everywhere moving with his punishing stroke. I forced out a moan, arching my back the way I’d learned he liked. My hands tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer even as everything in me wanted to push him a

Aerie's fertility window was open and I knew she wanted it, no...needed it. Her body was ovulating and in prime condition for conception. As usual, I beat her to the hotel but waited patiently. The bed was made and I felt romantic so I decided to cover it in rose petals for some extra decoration. A glass of wine was waiting for her because I know she hates the drive. Butterflies of anticipation filled my stomach; blood rushed through my body making all the right parts tingle and I was so ready to make her a mother. I paced the room in desperation of what both of our bodies needed, breeding. Every lap past the rose covered bed made me lust for her even more. After 15 long excruciating minutes, she finally texts me; "here baby" and I replied "forget your bags for now, get your cute ass to the room."I opened the door, handed her the glass of wine then kissed her on the lips. Then my kisses moved to her cheeks and neck before playfully biting her neck. She shivered as she normally does w

It's late at night and I'm slightly drunk. I'm dressed nicely, coming back from an off-the-books business meeting. I'm a little too tipsy to drive, but my mansion is within walking distance."Hiiii!" I hear a young woman's voice call out to me. "Where you headed, hot stuff?"I turn around. A teenage girl, around 18 or 19, stands with her hands on her hips. She's dressed like a prostitute: her strapless top is too tiny for her big tits, her skirt barely hides her panties, and out of it, a pair of magnificent legs spill out. Her midriff is exposed with the top acting more like a bra than an actual piece of outerwear.My gaze lingers on her sweaty, pale skin. Her cleavage shines, damp. Her nipples poking through.It's hard to take my sight off her body, but I want to see what the owner of these beautiful tits looks like.I look up and an instant wave of recognition hits me. This is my darling princess, my one and only daughter. June..."Cat's got your tongue, huh?" June gets closer while

I stopped for a drink after work, just me and a tall Long Island Iced Tea. I sipped the icy cool drink, letting the week fall away, but I didn't want to go home. Thoughts still plagued me, at work, too many people... too many demands... and my house is too empty... too quiet.I closed my eyes to the big-screen televisions, the football games, the waitresses and bartenders, the boisterous customers placing bets, letting the liquid settle into my bones, and retreated within, seeking the quickest path to numbness.I didn't see him enter the bar, didn't notice him until he took a seat next to me.He was massive, muscular, jet-black hair, and dark, dark brown eyes, almost black. I watched him order a drink and drag his hand through his hair. I was mesmerized but, more than that, I knew he was kindred... wild."Long day," I asked with a sideways glance."Yeah, you know it." He turned to face me and then got up from his seat, staring straight at me. "Where did you come from?"I pointed to th