Category: Adult Story

My older brother Russell had everything in life, so it seemed. He had been blessed with extraordinary good looks and intelligence. Although he did have a rather quirky side, for the most part you could call him the All-American male, at least in public.Russell graduated from Pitt law school and then joined my father's firm. A couple years later he married his college sweetheart, Laurie. They often talked about having children, many children. Laurie and I became very close. She even confided in me about their wonderful sex life. Although Laurie admitted, with a wink, that Russell liked to get kinky on occasion. And she said she readily indulged his fetish because she loved him so much.Kinky? Well, I did know Russell liked to wear lingerie. I first discovered that fact one day when I came home from school early because I didn't feel well and I found Russell in my bedroom. Naked. Going through my dresser drawers. I watched him pick out a bra and admire it. Then he turned and saw me. He

I was cleaning the bedroom when Brad called me and went with him to the bathroom and held his cock while he peed. Then I went to the kitchen and was preparing breakfast when Brad came and started kissing me on my neck and shoulders and then he cupped my boobs under my top. He was caressing my breasts when Irene walked in, and I tried to stop him, but instead of stopping, he took off my top and started playing with my nipples in front of her."Mom has got a lovely back," she said, watching us."Your mom has got a lovely back, a lovely body, and she's hot.""Dad, why do you take Mom with you to pee?""Because she helps me.""Can't you pee yourself?""I like it when she helps me. Do you want to help me?" he asked her, turning his head toward her, with his hands still on my boobs."Yes.""OK, from now on, you'll help me."Then he removed his hands from my breasts, gave a tight slap on my ass, and went into his room to change. Irene had some work, so she went out, and Brad went out to meet some

I was leading a happy middle-class life. I had a red sandstone house in a lovely part of the city, a husband, two children, and was working as a coach at a local girls' swimming pool. We used to regularly entertain guests at our house, which I had painstakingly decorated, and I used to spend every morning and evening tending to our garden, which had all sorts of flowers and vegetables. We used to go out of town for short holidays. So, all in all, we were living a pretty good life. But then suddenly, and painfully, life took a wrong turn.My husband, who was working at a shoe factory, had a friend who struggled to keep a job and was always short of money. This friend, whom I had never liked, somehow convinced my husband to start his own shoe business. When I heard my husband's plans, I was furious and told him not to leave his job, not to invest all our money in business, and not to listen to that good-for-nothing friend. But my husband's mind was made up; he refused to see sense and,

As soon as I pulled onto our street I knew mom was by the pool. Not that I could see past the wooden fence surrounding our backyard, but I didn't have to. The fact my best friend Jack, who lived next door, was on his porch with a couple of his friends looking into my yard was a dead giveaway. In a way it ticked me off, but then again, who could blame them? Fact was my mother was not only pretty damn hot, but lately had taken to wearing some revealing bathing suits when she went swimming.No, not a bathing suit; that would be the fairly modest one piece she used to don when at the pool. What my mother was wearing these days was a bikini and a damn skimpy one. So skimpy I was getting uncomfortable looking at her. Parking in the driveway next to Dad's red Mazda I shut off the car and frowned at my last thought. Saying I was uncomfortable looking at mom lately wasn't really the right word. If I was to be honest with myself the word was horny.The last few weeks Mom had been dressing much

'So what's this about?'I flopped down onto the couch as my parent's stood expectantly in the middle of the room.'We'll tell you when your sister gets here. Where is she anyway- oh!'Molly burst into the room and took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, tucking her long hair behind her ears as she straightened her back and placed her knees together. She always was a pro at acting the perfect daughter around them, especially when the possibility of us having done something wrong hung in the air.'Okay, I guess we can start.'My mum looked nervously at my dad. This was odd. Usually when we were in trouble they knew exactly what to launch into.'Well, I guess first of all we'd like to thank you for looking after the place while we were away. It doesn't look like a bomb went off.'Molly smiled smugly.'I made sure we stayed on top of the mess.'My parents had been away at a five day retreat. Though it wasn't a normal retreat, and not something I imagine many families would ever have to deal

"...it's very different nowadays," Marisa heard John say from out on the porch.Her husband and his friend Oliver were drinking beer, overlooking the backyard. She thought briefly about how there just never seemed to be any time for gardening. Her husband didn't seem to care that much, and in all fairness, Oliver probably didn't mind the mess either. She was pleased to see that her husband had at least cut the grass like she had asked him.She shook these considerations out of her head as she joined them, holding three beers. "What's different honey?""Ah, perfect timing," John said, ignoring her question. He put down his empty bottle on the table and accepted a new one from his wife. "That's my dream girl, bringing fresh drinks just in time.""You make me feel so appreciated," Marisa retorted sarcastically. Her husband grinned and blew her a kiss. Oliver was more formal, getting up to greet her by kissing her on the cheek."Nice to see you."He was one of John's oldest friends, and she had

I remember the first time I saw them.I'd moved to San Diego immediately after graduating from high school. While I wouldn't begin my freshman year until September, I'd found a decent job and I needed the money.As a side benefit my employer provided membership at a fancy local gym, one I couldn't have afforded. I was doing chest presses when a class got out in an upstairs studio. About two dozen women and a smattering of guys came down the stairs followed by several women talking animatedly to a striking rail-thin brunette. Standing next to her was a younger woman with the same color hair and same impressive build. Both wore skin-hugging leotards identical in style, although differing in color. As the knot of women moved across the room I overheard enough of the conversation to understand the older woman had been leading a pilates class.After their entourage dispersed the two women lingered at the front counter talking to the attendant when the younger one noticed me checking them out.

I have to tell somebody about this, and I can't tell anybody I know, so I guess it's gonna be you. My name is Rick, I'm 18, and I'm in my last year of high school. I live with my mom in a two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of downtown Chicago. Mom cuts hair and does facials and waxing for a living.Every morning at 6:00 AM sharp she comes into my room with a cup of coffee and wakes me up for school. She always puts the coffee on my nightstand and then sits down on the side of the bed. "Hey Big Guy, up and at 'em. Time to rise and shine!" Same time, same routine every morning."Hey Mom." I roll around under the covers while she shakes my shoulders, pats my butt and kisses my neck. "A few more minutes?" Same thing, every morning."Sure," she says. "You can get to school late. What college is going to care if you don't get to class on time?""Crap." I yawn, roll out of bed in my boxer shorts, grab the coffee, and head for the bathroom. Same thing, every morning.So one night a few weeks

It was a solemn atmosphere of ritual and worship inside the room with about twenty candles lit on a concrete pedestal, incense sticks burning. I had taken my bath and was brought into the room and made to sit comfortably. A thin white robe covered my body from shoulders to my knees. Two male ascetics in saffron robes were beside me while a third one sat opposite to me. I was asked to fix my glances on his eyes as he talked to me and sometimes made me take the medicines that he offered me at intervals in a copper bowl.Slowly I could feel that I was doing whatever the third ascetic asked me to do. I was conscious at least that I was under his spell though I lacked the desire or strength to get out of that spell. It was not exactly a state of trance either as I was aware of the surroundings but the spell was so strong that I followed whatever the ascetic was telling me to do.Why do I say that it was not a state of trance? Because after about twenty minutes, when they brought in my

Chapter 1My name is Mohan and I live in India.I was born as the only child to my parents when my mother was barely sixteen years old and my father was 27 years old then. He used to work in a hazardous chemical factory in shifts. As the earnings were not good enough we lived in a small studio apartment which is called one room kitchen, where you have a living room a kitchen and a toilet no bedroom.As my mother Sujata had married my father when she was only fifteen and the next year I was born so she had to discontinue her studies to look after me. But she was determined to study further so after 3 years she got admission to a collage and completed her degree in three years. I was also studious as her and always tried hard to excel in school. My mother did a great job to educate me at home I remember she often used to sit with me for hours and make me recite poems, math tables, spellings etc. Her continuous monitoring always angered me. But all this paid off when I got admission to an