Incest - Page 170



There is a hole in my wall, it has always been there, however it is only recently that I discovered the potential it holds. Usually it is hidden behind my bed board, but this summer when I rearranged my room I found it and I also discovered what was on the otherside



My parents have always been divorced. My dad married my stepmom who had 2 kids. My stepmom Jami had curly blonde hair, a big butt and a nice body. She was about 50 so her body wasnt as nice as it used to be, but she was the definition of a milf
I knew there were problems in her marriage and I patiently waited for it to collapse. My neighbor Angie was a beautiful young mother that I had admired (lusted over) for 3 years. I always timed my yardwork when I knew she would be in her yard mowing and triming
Dad to use the bathroom first on Sundays, it gives me time to get breakfast under the way, Dad had had his shower and was now sitting at the breakfast table reading the Sunday paper, once breakfast was over I’d take my shower whilst he cleared away and putting the dirty crockery into the dish washer
SISTAH TO SISTAH Connie had left my house at about three o’clock and it took all of my strength to climb up into my bed for what I thought would be a quick nap. Around six thirty, I was suddenly awakened by my mother’s voice
Saturday morning after breakfast I walked out of the kitchen and up to my little sister, held my finger in front of her face and told her, “Taste this and tell me what you think.” My kid sister and I get along well and she is very trusting



Leni and Lana were 12 now. The still liked being twins. They dressed the same, wore their hair the same, had the same mannerisms that made it hard to tell them apart for people that didn't know them well



My name is Michael, and this is a story about me, and my exploits as a teenager. I’m 16 years old, I’m in the 10th grade, and I’m fairly average in every way. I look average, I’m pretty average at sports, and I’ve got an average popularity in school. I’m just average
VII. A New School Year That September when school started Bobby was in the 11th grade, I was in the 9th grade, and Donny was in the 7th grade. We all arrived home on the same bus so Bobby and I had no private time any more
Info: My mother is old and a bit chubby.. but so sexy.. this does get a little tabooish and perverted.. so if your not up to it, this isn't the story for you. Also, this is my first story, constructive criticism is appreciated. I'm your average 16 year old guy
First a little background I'm a man in his mid forties. I met the mother of my oldest kids when in me early twenties. After dating just a few months, we decided to move in together. At first, everything was great



TO THE READER: This is the final installment in the 'Hoosier Taboo' series. This one is not to disappoint. There's also an epilogue that follows right after the story. If you haven't read the first five chapters or don't remember, go back to those first five before you read on
This time it was my birthday coming up and I decided to throw a party at my place and invite just my two sets of neighbours and maybe get a party going that would be something to look back on for a long time
LETTER XII Another break in the narrative: Harry resumes his correspondence with Charlie where he joins Louisa's family at breakfast. As you may well imagine, my dear friend, after the wild excesses I had just experienced, I was ready enough to sink into the arms of Morpheus
I attended a friends party last night and got my 16 year old body drunk. I hoped my parents would have been sleeping when I returned home all boozed up, but Dad was awake and smelled the breath of alcohol in my breath. Of course, he was pissed