Daddy took Viagra and I helped him out while mom slept
I looked over at my dad, who was now settled back into his recliner, the blue blanket conspicuously draped over his lap. The movie on the screen was a blur, the dialogue a distant murmur.…
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Camping with my son
The sun was just beginning to dip below the treeline as I knelt beside the campfire, carefully arranging the kindling. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, mingling with the faintest hint of…
Sharing hotel bed with mum
The windscreen wipers smeared the lashing rain across the glass, turning the familiar landscape into an Impressionist blur. It was well past nine in the evening, and the promised two-and-a-half-hour drive home from Gran’s had…
Worrying about my fat mom went to far
The soft creak of the floorboards under my feet echoed as I padded down the hallway. The scent of vanilla body lotion and something warm—maybe cookies?—drifted through the air. Mom was home, like always, probably curled up…
Halloween Mom thought I was dad sex in the toilet
The annual Halloween party at the Miller residence was less a party and more a full-blown spectacle. Derek, my dad, always went all out. This year, our suburban mansion was transformed into a haunted carnival.…
Virgin son with Drunk Mom who wants it bad
My name is Tom, and I’m 18. Life felt hard. My dad left six months ago for a much younger woman. That already hurt. But now, my mom was acting like a teenager. She’s grown,…
Drunk mommy
It was a Friday night, and I had just turned 21. My mom and I decided to celebrate my newfound freedom with a bottle of whisky. We settled down in the living room, the fire…
Bumpy car ride with son I good hard ride
It was the summer of 1996, and I was in the shower, soaping up my 36DD breasts, when I heard the front door slam. Nathan, my 18-year-old son, had just come home from his summer…
The drunken one night stand with my son
It was Friday morning. In bed, I stretched my body long. It felt good. I got up. I only had my bra and small panties on. Most of my skin was showing. You could see…
Wrong Text Message
It was a dreary Monday, April 1, 2016, and I was truly wading through the trenches of late-night work. The office was quiet, the city lights twinkled outside, and my desk was buried under a…