Freak Stories Novels & Stories

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

Connor admitted shyly and some of the other guys chuckled. “My prick is so tiny. I never swim or get into water in public because it'll reveal my true size through the wet swim pants. The last time I did that, the guys there made a ridicule of me.” Peter said “I attended a frat party sometime last year and there was this badass bitch. Long story short, we went upstairs to a room and when she pulled my trousers down and saw my dick… prick, she laughed for a good twenty minutes. Even when we got downstairs, I'd turn impulsively and find her laughing still. I had to leave the party earlier than usual.” Dominic admitted.

My quiet neighbour was Red Fox. That was the day I became her number one fan. I threw myself into a school project, and it unexpectedly sold for billions. The money gave me freedom — I could stay anonymous, hide behind the hamster avatar and fire emojis, and support her without her knowing it was the shy nerd upstairs.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the kind that said he already knew exactly why I was really here. “Freya. You actually showed up. Figured you might chicken out and text me some lame excuse.” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing. “Nah, I’m here. This scar has been messing with my head for years. I fell off my bike when I was a kid, ripped my thigh open on some rusty fence. It’s ugly as shit and I’m sick of covering it up every time I put on shorts or a bikini. I just want it gone.”

"That is what I am here for. Do you feel ready to tell me what happened?" I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly. I struggled with the words in my head for a long moment, trying to find a way to explain the crazy mess I was in without sounding completely insane. Finally, I looked up at her, my eyes full of fear and confusion. "Dr. Evelyn... can a person sleepwalk and have sex with someone without knowing it is real?"

Jake made me lie on my back with my legs up and pushed two fingers into my pussy, fucking their mixed loads back inside me. “Keep it in there,” he ordered. “We want it to take.” I was shaking. My body was exhausted. But I was also more turned on than I had ever been in my life. They stayed for hours after that. They made me clean their cocks with my mouth. They fucked my ass again while my pussy leaked cum. They took turns pissing on my tits and in my mouth while I knelt in the shower. They recorded videos of me begging them to breed me.

“What?” “You look like you ran a marathon. Are you sick?” “No…no, I’m fine,” Megan lied, flashing a shaky grin as she pulled out her notebook. She tried to focus, but she couldn't. She was on edge and her thighs still trembled, the ache between her legs throbbing with every shift in the seat. ‘What am I doing? What am I doing? I just allowed a stranger fuck me, and not just a stranger, my professor. This is insanely insane!’

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”