The wrong bedroom drunken one night stand with daughter
Fictional story all characters are over the age of 18 and incest fictional story After a demanding and tiring week at work, Simon decided to unwind at the local pub with a few of his…
Taboo incest Porn
Fictional story all characters are over the age of 18 and incest fictional story After a demanding and tiring week at work, Simon decided to unwind at the local pub with a few of his…
The silence of the house pressed in on me, thick and heavy like the summer air outside. I am Lily a 24 year old and pent up pretty bad during lockdown. Covid had turned our…
The wipers were already working overtime, slapping rhythmically against the windshield, but it felt like they were losing the battle against the thickening snow. White flakes swirled and danced, blurring the evergreen forest that crowded…
The morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of my kitchen, casting a golden glow over the countertops. I wiped my hands on the apron tied around my waist, the scent of freshly baked banana…
The afternoon light slanted through the kitchen window, painting stripes across the worn linoleum. Sarah stood by the counter, wrestling with the stubborn clasp of her dress strap. It was a simple sundress, floral cotton,…
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Mia was feeling restless. The 19-year old beauty lounged around the house in a skimpy white tank top and tiny denim shorts that hugged the mouthwatering curves of…
The house was quiet, as it always was these days. The kind of quiet that settles into your bones and makes you feel like the walls are closing in. I sat on the couch, curled…
The lazy Sunday afternoon stretched before me like a yawn, all slow and still. I was sprawled out on the living room couch, my laptop balanced precariously on my knees. The house was quiet, Mom…
I had just finished getting ready, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my shirt. I looked good—not to brag, but I’d put in the effort. Tonight was important. Kelly and I had been planning…
“Another one?” Mike slurred, holding up the almost empty bottle of tequila. His eyes were already glazed over, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Honestly, he was such a lightweight. “Duh,” I drawled, snatching…
As the warm bathwater gently lapped against my body, I couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to relaxing in my soft nightgown,…
It all started with a buzz from my phone. Mom? Texting? That was already off the charts. She was a phone call kind of woman, and even then, only if the house was burning down…
I was scrolling through my phone, half-asleep, when my thumb accidentally hit the “send” button. My heart stopped as I read the message I had just sent to my dad. “Oops, sorry Dad! I meant…
Sunday afternoon. The digital clock on the microwave mocked me with its slow, agonizing tick. I was sprawled on the worn leather of my armchair, scrolling through the endless abyss of Instagram, desperately seeking… something.…
My name is Mom. I am 46. My husband is Mark, he is 55. We have a son. His name is Richard and he is 18. Richard has a girlfriend. Her name is Molly, she…
I was just in the kitchen getting a beer and going back in the living room to watch tv. My phone buzzed and as I sat down it was from mom. She’s only upstairs what…
The glow of the phone screen illuminated my face in the dimness of my bedroom. Eighteen years old, and my life revolved around the familiar digital hum of notifications, game updates, and of course, messages…
I sat next to my mother on the couch, a blanket draped over us as we watched Friday the 13th. I felt a sense of unease wash over me as the sex scene began to…
It’s me, Sarah. I’m 48, and lately, things have been weird with my son, Mark. He’s 19, glued to his video games, and honestly, a bit of a slob. But lately, I’ve caught him looking……
I went to see Nan on Friday. She lives by herself now. Granddad died ages ago, when I was little. She’s really old, like eighty-eight. She’s always happy to see me, but I can tell…
Mum was sad again. I could tell. She always got sad when she talked about men. She’d say things like, “They just don’t see me, Al.” Or, “I’m just old news now.” It made me…
Dad was always a bit sad, I thought. He was 51, which is old, but not like really really old. He never had ladies round. Mum left ages ago, went off with some other man.…
I stood at the living room window, leaning my hip against the armrest of the couch as I watched my parents’ car disappear down the street. My hands played idly with the hem of my…
The snow started subtly, those delicate, almost hesitant flakes that barely dusted the ground, but by late afternoon, it was a full-blown blizzard. Christmas Eve, and we were properly snowed in. Mom and Dad had…
I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my robe as I gaze at my reflection. It’s a typical Friday morning, and I’m already feeling the weight of the day ahead. As a widow in…
Mum drew the car up outside the therapist’s surgery and leaned across to plant a kiss on my cheek. “Have a good session, love,” she said. “Whatever,” I grumbled, still feeling like a right prat…
The rejection stings, always. Another casting call, another dismissive glance, another whispered, “She doesn’t have it anymore.” Doesn’t have it. What it even was, I wasn’t sure anymore. I used to have it. Back when I was Marie Dubois, the girl…
It was a typical Friday night for the three siblings. Simon and Ben, 18-year-old twins, and their older sister Kerry, 20, had spent the evening consuming copious amounts of alcohol at their favorite local bar.…