It happened yesterday May 1st, at Helen’s house for the Labour Day party. The sun was blazing, the garden was full of people laughing and drinking, but we girls had taken over her big bedroom upstairs on the second floor. It was just the five of us—me, Helen, Mia, Sophie, and Lena—locked away from the rest of the world with bottles of cheap wine, music thumping low, and the kind of dirty talk that only happens when you’re a little drunk and a lot horny.

We were sprawled across her huge bed and the fluffy rug, skirts riding up, tops unbuttoned, laughing about the worst fucks we’d ever had. Helen kept refilling our glasses. By the third round we were all flushed and giggling, trading stories that got nastier with every sip. Someone confessed she loved being choked. Someone else admitted she’d let a guy cum on her face in a club bathroom. The air felt thick, charged, like something was about to snap.

That’s when Helen got that wicked little smile on her face. She sat up on her knees, wi... continue reading

My aunt broke the kiss between her and my father. My dad laid back against the couch. My step mom and aunt leaned in, over him. Becky, Annie and I watched as my mom and aunt’s lip's met. We watched as the two sister's lip's wrestled with each other, their tongues slipped and slid against each other's.

“Why are our mom's kissing?” Becky whispered.

I was too mesmerized by the sight to even speak. I felt all the blood in my body rush straight into my cock. My cock stiffened inside the tiny closet. I felt my sister and cousin's naked supple bodies against me, they both were squirming and rubbing their leg's together like grasshoppers.

My mom and aunt were still making out, I saw their large, fleshy breast's pressed up against each other. My cock was throbbing hard. I couldn’t help it. I had too. I reached down and grabbed my hard, throbbing cock. The feeling of my own hand, while watching my busty mom and aunt make out sent shivers down my spine. I started to slowly jerk the length of... continue reading

I’m already wet again just from writing all of this down. The second I slipped back into my room and locked the door after filming Mom on her knees sucking Alex’s cock, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. My phone was still clutched in my hand, the new video paused on the exact moment Mom pulled off with that soft, wet pop and licked her shiny lips. I could still hear the echo of her husky voice telling him how good he tasted.

The next afternoon Dad was at work and Alex had soccer practice until late. Mom had gone to the grocery store and said she would be gone at least an hour, so I thought I had the whole house to myself. I was still so turned on from the day before that I couldn’t wait any longer. The second the front door clicked shut behind her I ran to my room, locked the door, and stripped completely naked. I threw my clothes on the floor, lay back on my bed, spread my legs wide, and opened the hidden folder on my phone.

I started with the newest vid... continue reading

The next morning we were woken up by my aunt Lisa calling down the inside staircase to the basement.

“Hey! Breakfast!” She shouted.

Annie my step sister, Becky my cousin and I, all woke up. We each felt fuzzy, confused, hungover and awkward from the previous night's events. None of us said a word. We just took turns using the bathroom and headed upstairs.

We ate breakfast with our parent’s at the kitchen table.

“So, what did you guy's do last night?” My mom, Amy asked.

“Oh, just took a walk by the lake, then hung out in the hot tub for a little bit before bed. Nothing crazy.” Becky lied.

Annie and I just nodded in agreement.

“Good, well the plan today is to hangout by the lake, then later us adults are going out for dinner. After dinner, we're seeing a comedy show. Becky, you can join if you'd like but unfortunately Annie and Jake aren’t old enough to get in.” My aunt said.

Becky thought for a moment and replied to her mother, “It's okay, I'll hang back and spend some more tim... continue reading

Every summer my family which includes my dad, step mother and step sister travel to my aunt's lake house. As a kid it was always a fun time, playing in the lake, roasting marshmallows and what not, but as an 18 year old horny teenager. Not so much. I don’t know what had gotten into me at that time but I was hornier than ever. I was masturbating twice the normal amount. As much as I hate to admit it, I found myself staring at my step mom and step sister, a lot. I was very shy and didn’t talk to girl's, my stepmom and sister were the only vice I had at the time.

First a little back story, my dad and step mother married when I was very young. For as long as I can remember they were together and Annie had always been my sister. Annie and I were the same age and were always very close growing up. Annie and my step mother Amy were younger and older versions of each other. Both had long, luscious and wavy blonde hair. They each had pale skin with tiny freckles as well as the same sized brea... continue reading

A few days ago I caught my little brother jerking off to my private pictures and honestly my whole world flipped upside down. I was supposed to be out with my friends that afternoon but I felt kinda sick so I came home early. The house was super quiet, mom and dad were still at work, so I just wanted to go to my room and lay down. But when I walked past his door it was cracked open just enough for me to see inside and what I saw made me freeze right there in the hallway.

There he was, my little brother, sitting on the edge of his bed with his shorts all the way down to his ankles. His phone was in one hand and with the other he was stroking his cock really slow, like he was savoring it. I recognized the pictures on his screen right away — they were mine. The ones from last summer at the beach where I was wearing that tiny red bikini that barely covered anything. Some of them were the private ones I only sent to my ex, the ones where I was posing all sexy with my tits almost spilling o... continue reading

I loosened my tie as I drove through the gates of my estate, grateful to be home early for once. After a week of mind-numbing meetings, all I wanted was a drink and the comfort of solitude. But as I rounded the corner to the terrace overlooking the infinity pool, I found something else. My nineteen year old daughter Sophia and her friend Bella lay on adjacent loungers, their skin glistening with oil, both of them completely topless under the California sun.

My first instinct was to retreat, to give them privacy, but something rooted me to the spot. Sophia’s perky C-cups looked smaller but perfectly shaped next to Bella’s fuller D-cups, their nipples darkened by the sun. I swallowed hard. The rational part of my brain screamed that this was wrong, these were girls half my age, and one was my daughter, but my body responded with heat that pooled in my groin.

I stepped back into the shadow of the terrace, partially hidden by a large potted palm. She was a stunning young woman lounging c... continue reading

My name is Alexander, and I was 19 years old when this happened. Anna, my older sister, was 24. We had always been close — closer than most siblings, I guess. Growing up, we shared everything: secrets, late-night talks, even the same bathroom when we were kids. But after I turned 18, something shifted. I started noticing her in ways I never should have. The way her tank tops clung to her full, perky C-cup breasts when she came out of the shower. The curve of her hips in those tiny sleep shorts. The soft sway of her ass when she walked around the house in just a T-shirt and panties. She had long, wavy chestnut hair that fell down her back, smooth olive skin, and these big hazel eyes that could make my stomach flip.

Our parents had gone on a two-week anniversary trip to Europe, leaving the house to just the two of us. It was the middle of summer, hot as hell, and the AC in our old house barely worked. That Friday night, everything changed.

I was in the living room watching some min... continue reading

I woke up with drool trickling down the corners of my lips, and a massive tent right in front of my eyes. I remembered clearly well what me and my sister had been up to. It was the first time we’d crossed that line, but something told me she wanted more, especially now that we had the house for ourselves.

my bedroom door swung open. Luna stood in the doorway, wearing that same purple silk nightgown from yesterday. The morning light streaming through my window caught her silhouette, outlining her curves against the thin fabric. Her hair was slightly tousled, framing her face in a way that made her look both innocent and alluring at the same time. Those blue eyes behind her round glasses seemed to sparkle with mischief.

“Morning, Chase!” she bounced across the room.

“Luna, wait—“ I tried to warn her, but she was already airborne, launching herself onto my bed.

She landed half on top of me, arms wrapping around my shoulders in an enthusiastic hug. “Surprise attack!”

I froze as he... continue reading

It was summer break, and yesterday I’d gotten home from college. My eighteen year old little sister, Luna, was also home, but our mother was at work.

I was barely conscious when my bedroom door banged open and Luna threw herself onto my mattress, shrieking, “Surprise hug!”

“Jesus, Lu—” She landed right on top of me, her arms wrapping around my neck in a stranglehold.

“It’s so nice to have you here again!” She mashed her face into my shoulder, which would have been cute if not for the fact that she had me in a sleeper grip and I was currently pitching a world-class morning wood beneath the sheets. This became a very pressing issue when I realized two things at once: (a) Luna was wearing a flimsy purple nightgown, and (b) said nightgown was currently doing an Olympic-caliber press against my hardon.

“Air … need air,” I said, which only encouraged her to hug tighter. Her tits, which had recently advanced to natural Ds squished right against my chest.

“Oh my god, you’re such a baby,”... continue reading

The sun hammered down as I dragged myself up the driveway, sweat clinging to my back after a double shift that had stretched my patience thin. But my mood lifted instantly at the sight waiting in our backyard: my sister Chloe and her friend Ava lay on lounge chairs by the pool, their skin glistening with oil, barely covered by bikinis.

Chloe lay face-down, her bikini top untied to avoid tan lines, the round curves of her ass barely contained by a thong that disappeared between tanned cheeks, and she wore her blonde hair in a ponytail. Beside her, Ava was on her back, one arm draped over her eyes. She was Chloe’s opposite in every way, pale where my sister was golden, curves where Chloe had athletic lines. Her breasts strained against a top that seemed two sizes too small, rising and falling with each breath.

I peeled my sweat-soaked shirt off, tossing it over my shoulder as I pushed open the gate to the pool area. The metal latch clicked, and both girls turned.

“Hey, big bro,” Chloe... continue reading

I knew this wouldn't end well. As soon as Lenka called and said her best friend had arrived and they were hanging out in the city until the morning, leaving her mother and I alone at the dacha, I immediately sensed something was wrong. But Victoria Mikhailovna, my mother-in-law, just chuckled into the phone: "Well, that's good, Sasha, I was so eager to go to the bathhouse after my long journey. Would you like to join me? I'm bored alone." I would have refused. Claim a headache, or the football game on TV. But she was already standing on the veranda threshold in her light robe, which was translucent even in the sunset. She had a figure, I must admit. For a forty-five-year-old woman, she was a real bombshell. Lenka, my wife, took after her father—slender, petite. But Victoria Mikhailovna was a force of nature. Tall, busty, with wide hips. Just like a Russian beauty from the epics, only modern and well-groomed. "What are you standing there for?" she said, wa... continue reading

It happened in July, at the dacha. It was hot, and there was no escape from the mosquitoes. My wife, Lena, and her mother, Nina Sergeyevna, were in a state of drunken euphoria from the moment they arrived. They'd opened a bottle of homemade cherry wine earlier in the day, and by evening, when I'd finished sawing wood and mending the old wattle fence, they were both already well-fed. I sat on the veranda, drank cold kvass, and simply stared at them. Nina Sergeyevna is a whole other story. She's fifty-two, but in great shape. Not skinny, no, just... shapely. Heavy breasts, wide butt, and in a tight sundress without a bra, her nipples just poke through the fabric. Lena takes after her, only my wife is slimmer, more athletic. But damn... there was something wild, animalistic about her. She never hesitated to change in front of me, she could walk around in just a bathing suit, and I'd catch myself staring at the dark hairs peeking out from under her panties, at the way he... continue reading

Yesterday I was coming home extremely horny. Since it wasn’t too late and our parents weren’t home yet I decided to have some nice time to myself. My sister had gone to the mall and my brother probably wouldn’t be home until late because of work.

I dropped off my bag and went straight to my room. I usual lock the door but since no one was home I forgot to. I took off my bra and turned on the TV. I put on some Brother/Sister porn where he dominates her (I fantasize it’s me getting dominated).

As I slid my skirt down and my panties to the side I was so wet. I turned up the TV and watched through the foreplay of him staring at her while getting ready for a shower. I started to just rub my clit, edging myself waiting for some action.

I moaned loudly as I pushed my finger into my slit. I swear the whole neighbourhood could hear me fucking myself and that turned me on more. As the guy in the porno slid into her I needed something bigger. I reached into my drawer and grabbed my dildo.

I p... continue reading

“Uhhhh what… are you…  talking about?” I stammered out. Suddenly I was extremely nervous and couldn’t help but fidget in place.

“Jack come on, don’t play dumb” Diana responded. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“No really! I don’t! What happened to your bike?” I asked as genuinely as I could. I almost believed it myself as I heard the words come out of my mouth.

Diana narrowed her eyes and stared hard into mine. She took a step closer to me without breaking eye contact.

“You want to play like that? Fine” she said. “You lie just like your father.”

I put my hands up and tried my best to seem dumbfounded.

“Wha.. what? What?” I repeated.

Diana burst out laughing. Not with a laugh like she’d heard a joke, but with a laugh like something inside her had just cracked. She bent forward and held one hand to her stomach while she cackled.

I stood there, uncertain what I was supposed to do.

“Diana what’s going on?” I decided to ask after a bit longer. She perked back up.

“What... continue reading

I've always been a very submissive woman and, after my divorce, I've been actively dating, having sex with lots of different men, and, in the process, rediscovering my submissive side. I have two sons (age 18 and 19) and both of them have grown up and gone to college. I'm still a slut and a whore and in my spare time I love showing off my naked body to people, and exploring my sexuality.

The man I'm currently dating is a professional dom and we have gone to BDSM clubs, swinger parties, and other sex events where he stripped me naked and showed me off to strangers, and in a few instances, even invited other people to have sex with me.

Recently we went to a sex event in another city (the same city where my son attends college). My dom and I were chatting with another couple and that was when we heard some commotion and cheers in the back room. I was wearing high heels, a pair of nipple clamps, and a dog collar around my neck and was otherwise completely naked. My dom decided to drag m... continue reading

Diana came into the entertainment room again the next day to ride her bike. I was already an hour deep into a multiplayer FPS with some buddies and hardly noticed when she came in. My nerves were on edge today though after what had happened yesterday. I was continually doubting myself and what I had done.

She didn't attempt to say hi to me which was expected since I was in game chat with my teammates. In the reflection of my monitor, I watched as she set up her things and got on the bike. She sat there for a moment while she picked out something to put on the screen.

My stepmom was wearing black workout shorts and a blue tank top. Though her shorts mostly disguised the shape of her ass, her top hugged her breasts tightly. Part of me thought I could make out the faint outline of her nipple but it was hard to tell in the reflection.

Diana began pedaling once she had chosen what to watch. It looked like some 90s romcom I'd never heard of. Not long passed before I noticed she had begu... continue reading

My stepmom Diana has pretty much always been in my life. She married my Dad, Patrick, when I was young, five years old to be exact.

The whole time I’ve known her as far back as I can remember she has been a quiet, mousey mom-figure in my life. She is never too overbearing, never yells at me, never grounds me, nothing. If I ever did something to upset her, she would leave the room with a disappointed sigh instead of trying to control me.

I remember purposefully testing her patience over and over, yet she never cracked in front of me. She would shake her head, turn away from me and then disappear to another room. Yes, I did try following her a couple times to continue my annoyance. During those attempts I was met with her stone cold face and silence. The lack of emotion did its job to scare me away.

I stopped being a menace to Diana when I was a bit older. We got along better and she continued to be a supportive stepmom, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and pretty much all the other... continue reading

That trip to the forest to pick berries hung over me from the very beginning, like a heavy premonition. Summer, heat, mosquitoes, and company: me, my wife Katya, her mother Irina Vitalyevna, and my brother-in-law, her younger brother Andrei. My mother-in-law always treated me... peculiarly. Not hostile, no. Too intently. Her dark eyes seemed to probe me, and her smile was always slightly ambiguous. At forty-five, she looked her best, but in a good way: a curvy figure that she didn't particularly hide, thick chestnut hair pulled back into a casual bun, and that way of dressing—summer dresses a little too tight, a little too short. We arrived at the edge of the forest and parked the car. The air smelled of pine needles, rotting leaves, and freedom. Katya, my sweet, naive Katya, immediately became captivated by blueberry picking. She'd always loved it. "Pash, let's split up, it's faster!" she suggested, handing us each a plastic container. "I'll go over... continue reading

I always thought our family was a typical mix of old grudges and new habits, especially after my father married Helen. She was in her late thirties, with those curvaceous figures she didn't hesitate to accentuate with tight dresses, and eyes that I sometimes caught looking at myself when she thought I wasn't paying attention. I, a twenty-two-year-old guy, had just graduated from college, returned home for the summer, and there we were, all in the country house—my father, my mother, and I. Vacation, supposedly. My father would disappear all day fishing or into the garage with the car, leaving the two of us to hang around the house, and Helen would flirt with me so subtly that I couldn't believe it—she'd brush my hip as she passed, or smile out of the corner of her mouth when I helped with the dishes. That evening, after dinner, when my father was already snoring in front of the TV in the living room, she approached me in the kitchen. "Listen, Alex," she said q... continue reading