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Alex said and walked away from Joanna. She walked gently and sat close to Serena. "How are you my dearest twin?" Miles and Lara were both stunned to see Alex talking to Serena, and acting all nice. "What are you up to bitch?" Lara muttered ~~~~~~~ I got out of the restroom and saw my mother talking to a few of our business partners. "Hey, son. Meet Mr.Greg, he is one of our top clients." "You're welcome Mr. Greg…" I said and we continued our conversation.

... Billy Stone glared at me like I was the worst kind of criminal. "You killed Alicia and left her in pieces. I'll make you feel her pain," he spat, rolling up the car window. Beasts tore into me, ripping out my insides. I died in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day his mom got kidnapped. "Isabel, what do we do? We have to save Mom!" sobbed my sister-in-law, Emily Stone. "Where is Billy? Where did he go?"

But then the screams and moans became louder from our room. I stood close to the slightly open door, desperately looking for the courage to peep inside. I waited, in and out, and gathered courage after a while. I placed my hands on the doorknob, and after peeping into the room, my eyes saw the worst and most shocking sight. Sean didn’t even notice someone had come inside the apartment. He was deeply engrossed in the sex while the lady was busy stroking him, giving him a blowjob. She continued to urge Sean as he pumped in and out of her mouth while I stood watching in shock.

They were all stories about incest, with titles like Backseat Mommy, Making Mommy Mine, What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her, Riding on Son's Lap, and Mom's Stocking Stuffer. I jotted down the titles, not wanting to leave behind any evidence of my violation of his privacy, erased my history and logged off the Internet. Still curious, I searched the word 'mom' on his files and found a plethora of stories he'd saved. I was shocked by the obvious conclusion that my son wanted to have sex with me, or at least that was his favourite fantasy. Yet I couldn't even begin to fathom how to deal with this knowledge. I shut down his computer and realizing the time, rushed out for my first showing of the d

“Mom, I would rather fuck you than any one else in the world. Even the top movie stars. But are you really serious, are you going to let me fuck you?” “I feel like the worst slut in the world and on the one hand I’m ashamed that I am doing these things with my own son. On the other hand I haven’t been as excited about sex since I was sixteen and looking forward to having a cock inside me. As long as you want me, I have decided to have any kind of sex with you that you can dream up. For this whole week, while your father’s gone, I want you to sleep with me. And anytime he is gone you can treat me like your girlfriend or your wife. You don’t need a condom to fuck me, I had my tubes tied long a

My mom had a special way of using her sharp teeth to play with my private areas, making me feel intense pain and even more intense pleasure. One day after school, Anna and I were ovulating and we decided to take the sex to my house since there was no one around. We got very carried away, forgetting to lock the door and my mom walked in on us, as we were rubbing our clitoris against each other. She was shocked at first that it was Anna, because my mom always thought she was straight but she did not care after some time. In fact my mom brought up the idea of a three some and not just any type of threesome. The type where we use sex tools and use sex cards to do.

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"It's a story about sex." "Depends on what?" My erection, which had softened, swelled again, and I made no attempt to conceal it. "I like sex stories." "It depends on what you're comfortable with," Mom said as she turned and looked out to sea. The sky had darkened; rain was on the way. She turned back and spoke just above a whisper, "This one is about her and her son." We weren't going to talk about Brooke and Rob. Well, we were, but we weren't. I looked into my mother's eyes, letting my fingers lightly brush over the bulge in my shorts, "I'd like to hear it."

"Can't admit that you've been wanting my cock just as bad as I've wanted your tight little cunt?" He reached down, wrapping his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow stroke that made my mouth water. "I know the truth, stepmom. I've heard you." My cheeks burned with humiliation. "Heard me? What are you talking about?" He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Those nights when Dad's not around, I've heard you moaning my name, fingering that wet pussy of yours, pretending it's me inside you. Fuck, it's driven me crazy. I've jerked off to those sounds more times than I can count, imagining burying myself balls-deep in you. But I waited. Waited for the right time. And today?