Keep Me Warm Its cold out, zero degrees fahrenheit, unusually cold for February, and the old furnace finally gave out last night before bed. My brother, Robby, called the repairman but he cant come until morning. The wind is blowing hard, smashing the branch of the tree against my window, the sound and the cold is making it impossible to sleep. I was tossing and turning trying to get warm, this is the coldest Ive ever been my entire life! I wish I was in bed with my brother. Im not supposed to sleep in bed with my brother, my parents tell me Im too old, but this has got to be an exception to the rule. I crawl into bed and he predictably scoots over for me, just like he used to do, and I snuggle in close to his warm body. My brother smells different than he used to, a sort of stink that comes off of mans skin, not boys. I lean in close to his bare back and smell him, not quite like Daddys smell, and it felt like I was in bed with a strange man. I closed my eyes and daydreamt about being in a strange home, with a strange man, and embracing him, his strong arms around me, and I look up into his eyes, and wait is it possible to daydream at night, or is it just plain dreaming? If anyone would know the answer to this question, its my brother so I lightly tap on his shoulder, Robby.. He answers me with an annoyed grunt. Can you daydream at night? Robby told me to go to sleep, his voice was annoyed, its oftentimes annoyed sounding around me, but I dont know why.. I am just a curious girl, doesnt make me bad, after all, asking questions is how a person learns! Imagine if all the curious people of the world didnt ask questions, didnt research, didnt do anything but keep their own annoying inquisitive mouths shut! I was just about to enlighten him with my thought when he turned around nosetonose with me, he said the repairman will be here in just a couple hours, in the morning, try to get some sleep Blair. He mustve felt bad about his tone, I smile at his sweetness, and then I think about the smell of his breath, I liked the smell of it it wasnt exactly a clean scent, but a unique scent and it was laced with moms peppermint toothpaste. I wondered if my own breath had a unique scent, unique like a fingerprint, the idea of that made me smile. I rubbed my hands through his chest hair. Oh wow.. chest hair, just like Bradley Cooper in that romance movie with the blonde, whats it called? My brother doesnt look like Bradley Cooper, he looks like my brother, hes still handsome but in a different way, hes entirely different now that hes back from college, all grown up. I saw his penis once when we were younger, it was pretty big back then, I wonder if its even bigger now that hes all grown up? I touch my foot next to his, to see if hes still annoyed with me. He doesnt move his feet away from mine, even though I know full well that my feet are as cold as ice blocks. Why is it that feet get so cold? Hands too? Is it because theyre all the way down there, a long way away from the heart? Does my brothers penis get cold? It does hang away from his body, it only makes sense, to me, that a penis would get cold. I had better ask, and I can offer, like a generous girl, to hold it in my hand to keep it warm

The Getaway Xmas Edition I used to run my fingers through his soft chestnut brown hair and tell him, “I love you, and I’m always here for you, sweet dreams, and Id kiss him on his forehead.” It was a simple ritual that was just as important as brushing your teeth, and to be honest with you, I needed it as much as him. I’ve always had a special bond with my baby boy, and I know his friends would call him a ‘Momma’s boy,’ but we were more than mother and son, we were more than friends. It’s a special bond that transcends any typical mother and son relationship, we’re close in the way that he can read my feelings just by looking at me, and I can sense when something is wrong in his life even if we’re apart. He married a French woman named Sabine, she looks a lot like me, full breasts, bright red hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin but I knew she was not good for him. She took him away to live in Bordeaux for seven long years, and he never wanted to leave on the Holidays. I knew something was wrong, and Sabine would always find some excuse to interrupt my alone time with him, but when he would leave I would help him on with his coat, embrace him, and whisper in his ear, “I love you and I’m always here for you.” I was elated when he moved back to town four months ago, but saw Sabine and my son drift apart, she never felt at home here and longed to go back. December 22, at 530 in the afternoon I called him and he told me he wouldn’t be going to my sister’s for Christmas. He confessed that Sabine has left him two weeks ago and he doesn’t want to explain to everyone just yet that they are divorcing. He asked, “Mom, can you come over for Christmas? Just me and you?” I smiled warmly, it felt as if my son had come back home, and we began to plan what what wed do to pass the time. I got off the phone and packed my bag. I left in such a hurry, its an 8 hour drive to his home, and I know my boy needs me, he needed me years ago. He opens the door and I see he decorated for me, the Christmas tree was up with the ornaments that I gift to him as a family tradition one each Christmas. He helps me off with my coat and I press his cheek to mine, I kiss him, taking in his masculine scent. He locks eyes with me, I know he is reading my thoughts. We both avert our eyes, our closeness confuses us both, theres a tightness between us, like a jute rope that pulled so tight the strands are starting to pop, dying to be . I fantasize every time I tease him, a simple kiss that will keep my pussy wet for days dreaming about what I could have done, what I should have done if he wasnt my son. Watch the story unfold.

Sisters Distraction I told you I have a boyfriend now... That means we cant mess around anymore. We shouldnt anyway, Im your sister. What if we got caught... Stop it, you have a girlfriend too... Fine, you can look at me and jerk off if you want. But thats it...

Mom Teaches Me About Sex Scene One Boys are wired wrong Early in the morning my mom sits me down for a talk. Weve had talks like this before, all about how to be a gentleman. “I want to make sure you never mistreat a woman” She tells me. But this lesson is different. She opens up her robe and rubs my leg. “This is how you should treat a woman” She smiles at me. Sliding her hand up my boxers her hand slowly grasps my penis. Im confused and shocked as my penis gets hard in her hand. “Are you ready?” She asks, getting to the floor and putting me in her mouth. The feeling of the blowjob, her warm lips around me, makes me explode in her mouth with a stream of hot cum. “Its ok honey” She whispers to me. Scene Two Boys are moms stress relief Mom comes home after a long and stressful day at work. She tells me all about her asshole boss and how demanding he is. She just needs me to sit next to her and help her destress. “I want to show you something” She whispers to me. Mom spreads her legs and pulls her panties to the side, giving me a look of her pussy. I cant believe this is happening. She guides my hand to her hairy pussy lips and lets me feel how wet she is. She has a very special lesson for me on how to treat a woman. Spreading her legs she guides me inside of her. Her warm inviting pussy feels even better than her mouth. “Im going to cum all over your cock!” She screams at me. As her pussy tightens around me I cum deep inside of her. Ashamed I run out of the room as my mom smiles, completely content and happy. Scene Three The last time Mom calls me into her room. Shes laying on the bed dressed in tight clothes that make me feel strange, and make my penis get hard. “wasnt yesterday nice? I think we should do it again” She tells me. Getting on all fours she puts me penis in her mouth and makes my vision explode in white ecstasy. She bends over and I slide her tight panties down. Pressing my penis into her I rock my hips back and forth. “Yeah I like that” She moans, closing her eyes and letting the rhythm make her cum. My young body and hard dick are just too much for her. But I dont want to stop and she makes me cum all over her face. “Were not going to be able to do this anymore, we just have to stop” She tells me, realizing how wrong what shes doing is. Scene Four Forcing on mommy I dont want to stop fucking my mom. After she tells me its over, I lay in my bed awake and horny. I sneak into her room while she sleeps and pull the covers off her body. My dick needs her, it needs to fuck her. When she wakes Im already inside her, thrusting into her pussy. “I said we couldnt do this anymore” She gasps. But I dont stop fucking her. She tries to push me off, but Im too strong and too horny. “This isnt right” she begs me. I just fuck her harder until she cums on my raging cock. “I want your cum” She says desperately as I give her another big load in her mouth. Even though she knows it should stop, shes going to keep fucking me forever

I Thought We Shared a Moment Dad Hunny...what are you doing? Is that moms robe? Yeah you said you only want to be with mom, so I thought this would help you think of her... No honey, this isnt right! I told you the other day, we cant do this! Dad...yes we can. I thought we shared a moment together? That was an accident, I wasnt in my right mind... Come on dad, I cant stop thinking about you... Since that night Ive been wanting you so bad. Last night I was touching myself to the thought of you inside of me. Sweetie this is so wrong, but I cant stop thinking about you either. Fuck.... I am so hard for you right now! Dad...is it okay if I feel you through your shorts? Your mother can walk in at any time! We have to be quiet if were really doing this... One more thing dad, I want to fuck you in the bed you share with mom... Watch as I lead my daughter into my wifes and my bedroom, and let go of my carnal desires to feel every inch of her soft young body....until I explode my fatherly load deep inside her pussy! Real Creampie

Blackmailed by her cheating stepda

Sinkcest Includes Megan Rains first mother role, two cum shots, romantic I was a young mother, just living on my own when I had him. His father was a handsome guy I met at a club, Im embarrassed to tell you I dont even remember his name. I was different back then, a party girl, and it was such a shock when I missed my period. I spent nine months trying to turn my life around, get my GED, enroll in the local Community College. I could not abort my baby, even though my mother begged me to, I would prove to everyone that I would be the best mother a boy could have. Eighteen years later everyone loves to ask me, how do you stay so youthful? Its easy. I have a son who takes care of me, as soon as he was able to take steps, hed waddle around my bedroom in his diaper, picking up my crumpled up clothes on the floor, and carrying them to the laundry basket. I picked him up, kissed him repeatedly, youre my little helper boy, I cooed to him, Mommy loves you so much. Its not like I asked for it to be this way, but this is how it is in my home. When a mother carries her son for nine months, the son picks up on the mothers moods, her worries, hes perceptive to what gives her happiness, and my son proves this theory to be true. He knew that I needed help without me asking for it, and it pleased him to take over chores around the house, small chores at first, vacuuming, doing the dishes, then larger, helping me manage my finances, and fixing the constant stream of problems with my old car. My sweet baby boy is amazing, hes a senior in high school now, and I dread the summer when he leaves for college. I wake up in the late morning to get ready for the third shift at UnitySquare Health. My boy will be home from school soon, I know hell want to use the shower. I had better fit in my shower before he gets home. I turn on the water and I hear the pipes bang and struggle, no water comes out. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I go to the sink, the pipes rattle and a spurt of air comes out of the nozzle. I text my son, water isnt working. He texts me back, the water in the sink works, plumber is coming tomorrow. Damn this old house. I need to at least take a little bird bath before work. I grab my body soap and sponge from the side of the tub and move to the kitchen sink. I see the sprayer next to the sink and my recall my very first orgasm in my parents house. It was late at night and I took the shower handle and placed it between my legs, bucking my hips back and forth against the firm spray of warm water until I came. I know I have time before he comes home, at least a couple hours. Itll just take a second, I hear my mouth try to convince my body. I peel off my clothes and hop onto the cool, granite counter top. I test the water, it works, and its warm. I start to wash myself, treating it like a sort of foreplay, I let the warm water run through my fingers, up my arms, focus on the water dancing on my abdomen, my breasts, my nipples, yes it feels good, it feels wrong. I feel a pit in my stomach, the same sense of this is wrong when I would feel as a young girl trying not to get caught masturbating with the shower handle. I smile, reminiscing feels good, Ive been so tired lately, but today I feel awake, and shameless. I hear the door open, and my son tiptoe in. I prop my ass up so he could get a view of my body, I point my toes as I let the water wash over my legs, splashing onto the ceramic floor. I know hes watching, and I pretend hes not my son, but a handsome young man like the gorgeous young man I met at a club when I was just a naughty carefree girl with a fake ID. I pose like a pinup girl, I feel the water get warmer, steam rolls up from the sink, and it helps me pretend that Im having a sex dream, filthy and shameless. I hear him walk towards me, and I feel wet.. Im not thinking, but allowing my body to take over, he walks into the kitchen and I pretend to be surprised, pouting out my lips in the sexiest way, the way Ive perfected in my mirror. His eyes are dreamy and entranced by me, but something takes him back to reality no, Im not ready to go back to reality. I convince him to take off his clothes, to pretend with me, pretend that Im not his mother. He predictably pulls down his pants, my young man wants to please me. I smile. Im letting my body take over, I dont think, I just let it happen. Its been so long. Ive been so good. I want to be bad, and why not..? Dont judge me, just watch what happens next and youll understand that sometimes, in some circumstances, you must surrender to your instincts. From his words When I was very young, before I could even get a hard on, I would tug my penis dreaming of my mother. My mom is a goddess, sweet an innocent, but if you spend enough time with her you will see slivers of the bad girl that she used to be. Mom has me wrapped around her finger, all she needs to do is furrow her brow and it sends me jumping to satisfy whatever is frustrating her. Im only happy when she is happy. I dream of satisfying her in other ways and Ive failed several times in getting close to her. Last month I was feeling brave and horny, I stole her dildo and put it in my dresser drawer, unfortunately it smelled of soap, not dripping in her sweet, wet juices, as I had fantasized. I knew shed want to have a talk with me about that. It failed. She ignored the incident. She just took her dildo back, but kept her top drawer locked. She was quiet around me for days, she made me so nervous, but slowly we went back to our old loving motherson relationship, the incident was forgotten and silently forgiven within a couple of weeks. Ive devised a new plan. I know mom takes a bath at night, and a quick shower in the morning. What if I turn off the water in the house before I leave for school, shut off all water except the kitchen, and wait for her to climb into the sink? The old farmhouse sink is big enough for my mothers petite body. If I put Tactile brand, waterresistant glue in the bottom of the sink, then mom would have to beg me to help her get her perfect, naked body unstuck, out of the sink. I could put my hands all over her perfect, nude body. Its the perfect plan! I waited outside our entry door with my ear pressed to the thick wood, I think I hear a soft moaning, is it sexual moaning, or a frustrated let me out sortof moan? I creep in and see my mother bathing freely in the sink. Shes moving around, the glue doesnt seem to be working, but shes putting on a show for me like a Las Vegas pinup dancing in an oversized martini glass. Her raven black hair is piled up in a high ponytail, shes soaping her body with a sponge, I focus on the sponge gliding over her hard nipples.. oh the soap, its got to be ruining my plan, its removing the glue. Im hiding behind the doorway, with a clear view of my perfect mother. My cock aches, throbs, and I squeeze it over my jeans. Theres no time to be disappointed when my mother is arching her back, and I can see her perky ass, the pink pounds of her pussy.. shes a goddess. I feel brave, Im magnetically drawn to her, the pull is so tense that I feel like Im floating to her, and Im helpless to her pull. She sees me and... Watch the story unfold.

The Facepage Incident Lana just created a FacePage account two months ago after her friends tell her its the best social media outlet to stay updated with old friends, make new friends, and share pictures with. Lana is super excited to see her friends list grow the more and more she adds pictures of herself to her profile. In High School she was not very popular, a late bloomer with acne, and the bookworm introvertedtype, but now that she is a young woman, she is finally feeling confident about her look. Shes a ton of vacation photos, her wedding last Spring, her girls trip in Acapulco, and shes excited to see her friends increase. There is one little problem with her newfound FacePage popularity, and thats her stepson. He is a little obsessed and pressed the heart button on all of her photos. She worries that people might think that she has an unhealthy relationship with him, some of her photos are a little racy for a stepson to be favoring, there is one where she is bent over to pick up a towel in her bikini top! Shes even considered deleting any sexyish photos online. Last week she had a little talk with him about how people might get the wrong idea, after all they are similar in age, and his father detests having his photo taken. Do you think that people will think we have a sort of unnatural relationship? Robby assured her that he would stop clicking the heart button on her photos, and that he absolutely wouldnt want to offend her, his father, or let anyone think hes being creepy when hes just trying to be a nice guy. Lana smiled. She wouldnt have had the courage to ask him but she knows full well that hes been masturbating after his FacePage nights. Shes seen the crunchy spots in his tshirts on the floor in the morning. Its been getting to be so routine that the question of his attraction to her is hardly a mystery. Its Friday night and Robbys father is away on business. Lana is in her work skirt and blouse, drinking a glass of wine, and so happy to dig into her latest book when she hears her phone notification bingbing! She looks at her phone excitedly, did someone heart my latest photos? She sees Robbys name, yet again, hearting any photo of her in a fitted dress or bikini. She rolls her eyes, she has to be strict with the boy, a simple request didnt do the trick. She goes up the stairs with her mind filled with how to present this problem to him in a way he will understand, he probably wont, hes going to have to delete his Facepage account. Shes his mother now, and she has the authority to make him do it. Watch the story unfold.

Bros Before Hoes Jmac, Diamond Kitty and Tyler Steel returned from the hospital. Do a to a surgery performed earlier that day Jmac’s vision will be impaired for the next 2 hours. While he was sitting on the couch visibly impaired, his wife, Diamond Kitty, decided to come on to his brother. After a little bit of convincing she was chocking on his cock behind Jmac’s back. Soon they were fucking all over the living room. Eventually, Jmac pulled his bandages off and realized what was going on. Instead of getting mad, he decided to run a train on his new wife with his younger brother. Both brothers fucked Diamond Kitty in several different positions before busting huge loads all over her face and mouth.

The Getaway IV Includes Jessica Ryan in her FIRST Missax performance, Mommy seduction, cum in mouth, creampie, masturbation, JOI I come into my sons bedroom, the oldest boy is in the lower bunk and I wake him up. He is used to me coming in to wake him up. I have a special affection for my young man, he and I are very similar in spirit, he keeps me company when I am lonely. He is surprised to see me packing my suitcase and I tell him that we are going away! Yes, I know its the middle of the night, but lets go on an adventure! His father and I are getting a divorce and I really need out of the house. I already called my sons school to tell them he will be gone for a week. Ive been planning this surprise for a little while now.

Alison De Vore

Mommys secret night oral pleasure!!! My baby boy...are you sleeping? Oh...mommy is so sorry to wake you....but.....your father just feel a sleep now....and mommy will think of you so much! I missed you all day....I cant help my self baby boy.....I need you....feel you. Oh really.....you been just dreaming of me and thats why you start to getting hard....mmm....you know mommy love it! Let mommy blow you baby. Just playing and teasing your beautiful cock. Yeah...mommy knows what you love!!! And now....this night is our....but we must be quite baby.....not to wake up your father. Ohh sure, you know mommy love to feel you....sucking your balls and licking all your nice and swollen cock. And when you cum....so tasty so young....mmm....just lovely. I wish to have this kind of night secrets more and more often baby boy!!!