During 2015-2017 I happened to have some amazing times with a mature lady fondly called “Auntie Lynda”, This Is how it all started she's not actually an Aunt but a really close friend of the family her and my mother have been close friends for over 35 years , At the time I worked in a pub. It was a good place to meet girls and have a laugh. I was still living at home at the time and mum used to go out regularly with her friend called Lynda. For a woman in her 50’s Lynda was stunning. They were as close as sisters, she was with her almost every day and we all used to call her Aunt because of this.
One night both my mother and Lynda stopped off in the pub where I was working for a drink before they headed off downtown for the night at the other pubs and clubs in town. Lynda was wearing
I came up and stretched. "Lena?"
I heard nothing back, so I got up and looked at the bed to see I was alone. I wasn't sure where she went, but I put my bra and panties on and went to the door.
I opened it and walked through it. "I still have no idea where Lena went, but I need some white pussy now. We still haven't told our moms we're fucking each other. After doing it with you so many times, I wonder what it's like doing it with your mom. She's definitely a MILF too, and I'm sure her pussy tastes just as good as yours," I ranted, walking through the hallway. "Is there a light on, though?"
I saw that, but wasn't sure what was going on. I stay quiet, not to startle anyone, and quietly made into the living room where the light was.
'Do I hear kissing?' I thought before I looked
"Hey, Mr. Elis," I said as the door opened.
"Hello, Amanda. I swear, you look prettier every time I see you, and I see your brown hair is getting long now."
"Thank you, Mr. Elis, is Chase here?"
"No, didn't he tell you, he's got some things to do with Brian and Sal now. Probably shouldn't be more than a couple of hours, but you know where his room is, though, so you're welcome to wait for him if you want. I tried texting him a little while ago, but he didn't answer. You could also hang out with me, but I'm just an old dude."
"I'll just wait for him in his room, but I'm sure you'd rather spend time alone, rather than with your son's girlfriend," I replied, coming in the house with him. "Unless you really just want some company," I put out there, turning back to him.
"No, rea
(This story was inspired by and is a tribute to “Grocery Boy’s Helping Hand” by Omega Prime, one of my favorite erotic stories.)
Marc’s story began with an unexpected shift at work. He had gotten a call from his manager at the store asking if he could fill in after school. Marc agreed, having nothing else planned and wanting the extra spending money. At 15 the after-school job suited him well.
His shift had ended and he was ready to go home. Unfortunately his mother wasn’t answering her phone. He had tried calling three times but to no avail. He sighed deeply. Apparently he would be walking home, a fairly long walk from the store. And to make matters worse it had been raining heavily all day. As he stood there contemplating this frustrating turn of events, he heard a voic
It had been a whirlwind year. From graduating at University up north, to getting married, the arrival of our son and then accepting my first position in a job in the Big Smoke. And so it was, as a young family we headed excitedly down to London to start our new life together…
One of my first tasks in my new job was to appoint myself a Secretary. We interviewed three girls, myself and my boss, all very well qualified, though one woman was a good fifteen years older than me, so it would’ve felt a bit like having my mother at work.
Which left a choice of two. One girl had slightly more experience, but in all honesty was a bit of a plain Jane, frumpy, with big NHS glasses and spots around her mouth. The other girl, less experienced but oh my, those dark brown eyes, raven hair and hour
That peach glow on my skin , I inherited it from my mother. If I were to travel back in time to my mothers youth , I would find in her the same toned belly, broad hips and tightly shaped breasts that I so openly flaunted in all my social media pictures.
I threw on a beautiful top, I had purchased from zara on my first date with Faizan. I met Faizan on a chatting website after I broke up with Sean . Faizan helped me through my emotional rollercoaster and soon our conversations progressed on to explicit content, like role playing. I got good at it and Faizan was smitten with me. Then he insisted on taking me out shopping and I readily agreed. He turned out to be the same handsome lad he claimed to be. He spent a lot over me and I thought he deserved something in return, so I took him to
This is a true story but names have been changed for obvious reasons...
I am a 29 year old guy called Tony and I would describe myself as a guy who likes to work hard but play harder. I have a boyfriend called Dan who is a little older than me (by 8 months to be precise) and we have been together for five and a half years. To say he is the settling down type is an understatement.
Throughout our relationship, I am always the one who likes to go out partying and if I'm honest with myself, I probably do have somewhat of a drinking problem as I would always want to get wrecked but really feel I am just trying to escape my boring routine. My boyfriend enjoys a good night out but always wants to go after five drinks as he struggles with really bad hangovers if not.
It was our friend's
Colin knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. The man who opened the door had to be close to 6 feet tall and well muscled, and towered over Colin who was merely 5'5''.
"Hi, I'm Colin," Colin said firmly, trying not to look intimidated by him.
"I know who you are," Jake replied. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you."
Jake gave him an annoyed look, but then stepped back and gestured to the couch. "Have a seat."
Colin walked in and sat on the edge of the couch. Jake came and sat down a bit further from him.
"I guess you know what I wanted to talk about." Colin said.
"No, not really." Jake replied in a bored voice.
Colin clenched his teeth. What an asshole.
"I know you and Michelle have been seeing each other."
"And
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
Waking up the next morning, I was determined to get Laura to masturbate with me, face to face. The pulsing of my insistent cunt gave me no other choice. I had to lay back, and finger fuck myself wildly, letting out a howl of climax as I imagined Laura, doing the same thing right in front of me, my orgasm washing me in a blissful rush of pleasure, befo
My next door neighbors had just sold their house, with 2 children, and a third one on the way, the two bedroom bungalow was getting too cramped. The new owner moved in a few days after the sale was completed, I got a quick look at her, and decided that I would pay a "good Neighbor" call, and welcome her to the neighborhood.
