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“Why can’t you stay longer?” Beth pouted as she stood in the front doorway of her home on Earth as her mother leaned against its frame wearing her black silk robe. Recounting the moans she heard from her mother’s chambers as Ira took her over and over again. She couldn’t withstand it. She had to feel him back inside of her. She didn’t care if it was perverted; she needed his cock inside her. She was very surprised that Ira wasn’t surprised that she turned it into a mother-daughter threesome.

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Mommy Spanks Her Son

Whatever the occasion, you never forget it when it’s the first time. It might have been decades ago, but the memory stays vivid. That first proper kiss, the one that’s more than lips just touching. The first time when your hand is on a breast, and the girl doesn’t remove it. It might only have been there for the briefest of time, and that small mound had been covered by a bra and top, but it made your heart beat so fast that you thought that you were going to faint. And when it’s anything to do with what’s between their legs, then the memory stays vivid and real forever.

Author’s Note: This is the first time I’ve ever attempted pure fiction. Those who have read my incest stories know I write character-driven love stories and that I try to create a believable reason for the protagonists to engage in such a taboo act. This is by far the longest story I’ve submitted, so expect a long, slow build before the action really heats up. If you’re looking for quick gratification, this story probably won’t be for you. I understand the commitment it takes to read a story this long, and I hope I’ve done well by you. Enjoy- and Happy Valentine’s Day!

Angela Gradually Curates her Exhibitionism

We laid, relaxing for a while, enjoying the afterglow of love well made.

Punishing the Bratty Sister

I guess you would say we are about as normal as you get. My name is Shelly Baxter and I’m forty-two. My husband Derek is a mechanic for an auto dealer, and with the economy the way it is he has been as busy as I can ever remember. I work in retail; I am a shift manager at a local big box store. This last year has been the strangest I, and I am sure you, have ever experienced.

Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is, a fun story. Special thanks to rancher46 for editing my story.