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  • — Sex Confessions —
    Straight Female / 36

    This is one of my son Will's favorite sites. I think he has every single mother-son incest story on this site bookmarked.

    I found Will's incest collection back in March when I found a strange charge on my credit card. He had used my credit card to open a membership on an incest website. This made me look through his computer and find all sorts of incest pornography - movies, comics, stories, photos. Some of it I think was illegal. I told him that it was wrong and took his computer away from him for a week and made him repay the money. I chalked it up to a young boyu discovering his sexuality.

    My birthday is at the beginning of April, and I got a present from my son. It was a teddy with stockings and garters. He told me "Happy Birthday" and hugged me and tried to kiss my lips.

    Now I was afraid and nervous. My son had an obvious perverse attraction to me. He had made his desires clear. I told him that he was going to stop it. He told me that he was in love with me and that I was beautiful. I am not beautiful. I don't know where he got this idea. I was going to tell him not to do it but I didn't. He asked me to try on the teddy and stockings for him.

    My ex-husband left me because I was like "fucking a corpse". The other two men I had ever had sex with said I was "dull". I guess Will treating me like a sex object did something for me. So I changed and displayed myself to my son. He made me pose in sexy ways. Then he took off his clothes except for his undies and grabbed me and tried to kiss me while he groped me and rubbed against me. He said he was going to "make me his botch".

    I don't know why Will went crazy like this, but I figured that he would do his business and get bored with me like the other men I've had sex with. So I lay there on the couch while he took me.

    After he got off I figured that was it. Instead he dragged me to the bedroom and he used his mouth and tongue on all my orifices. No one had ever done that before and I came from someone 4else's efforts for the first time in my life. I was still cumming when Will got on top of me and entered me again. The rest of the day was the best sex of my life. By the end of it I had forgotten all about forced sex and incest and all I could think of was the two of us having more sex.

    Yesterday was our three-month anniversary. We celebrated with bondage and vibrators. I'm not Will's mother anymore, I'm his love slave. We have some kind of sex every single day. He says he's not like his father, that he'll keep me forever. He actually gives me sexual pleasure, the only man who ever did that. He says that if I try to leave him, he'll tell the police and I'll be arrested for having sex with a minor. Will wants to marry me when I get pregnant.

    I d love Will. I love the sex. I'm ashamed of myself for being a bad mother and letting this get so bad. I'm proud of myself for satisfying my lover.

    #15620 — Comments (3) — Jul 5, 2013 at 8:53 AM — That's Juicy! (16) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Female / 36

    This is one of my son Will's favorite sites. I think he has every single mother-son incest story on this site bookmarked.

    I found Will's incest collection back in March when I found a strange charge on my credit card. He had used my credit card to open a membership on an incest website. This made me look through his computer and find all sorts of incest pornography - movies, comics, stories, photos. Some of it I think was illegal. I told him that it was wrong and took his computer away from him for a week and made him repay the money. I chalked it up to a young boyu discovering his sexuality.

    My birthday is at the beginning of April, and I got a present from my son. It was a teddy with stockings and garters. He told me "Happy Birthday" and hugged me and tried to kiss my lips.

    Now I was afraid and nervous. My son had an obvious perverse attraction to me. He had made his desires clear. I told him that he was going to stop it. He told me that he was in love with me and that I was beautiful. I am not beautiful. I don't know where he got this idea. I was going to tell him not to do it but I didn't. He asked me to try on the teddy and stockings for him.

    My ex-husband left me because I was like "fucking a corpse". The other two men I had ever had sex with said I was "dull". I guess Will treating me like a sex object did something for me. So I changed and displayed myself to my son. He made me pose in sexy ways. Then he took off his clothes except for his undies and grabbed me and tried to kiss me while he groped me and rubbed against me. He said he was going to "make me his botch".

    I don't know why Will went crazy like this, but I figured that he would do his business and get bored with me like the other men I've had sex with. So I lay there on the couch while he took me.

    After he got off I figured that was it. Instead he dragged me to the bedroom and he used his mouth and tongue on all my orifices. No one had ever done that before and I came from someone 4else's efforts for the first time in my life. I was still cumming when Will got on top of me and entered me again. The rest of the day was the best sex of my life. By the end of it I had forgotten all about forced sex and incest and all I could think of was the two of us having more sex.

    Yesterday was our three-month anniversary. We celebrated with bondage and vibrators. I'm not Will's mother anymore, I'm his love slave. We have some kind of sex every single day. He says he's not like his father, that he'll keep me forever. He actually gives me sexual pleasure, the only man who ever did that. He says that if I try to leave him, he'll tell the police and I'll be arrested for having sex with a minor. Will wants to marry me when I get pregnant.

    I d love Will. I love the sex. I'm ashamed of myself for being a bad mother and letting this get so bad. I'm proud of myself for satisfying my lover.

    #15621 — Comments (1) — Jul 5, 2013 at 8:55 AM — That's Juicy! (16) Remove This. ( ** )
  • — My Family —
    Straight Male / 41

    My mother and I have always had an unusually close relationship. As a small child she gave me the nickname "Mama's Little Shadow" because I followed her around everywhere she went, and she douted on me.
    My father discouraged our attachment, arguing that it wasn't healthy. I can still remember some of the arguments between my parents. They separated when I was eight years old.
    Mom and I moved into a small apartment in a poor neighborhood, where we got by on the Welfare we both drew. It was a big change from the nice home we'd lived in with my father. Now at night we went to bed to the sounds of sirens, the sheriff's department helicopter passing overhead again and again, and occasional gunshots or the voices of people arguing and fighting.
    I asked mom to let me sleep in bed with her. Our apartment only had the one bed and I'd been sleeping on the couch every night. Mom agreed and we'd snuggle up together every night.
    One night, just out of simple curiosity and a surge of prepubescent lust I reached out and fondled one of my mother's breasts in the dark. She woke up and sent me back to the couch, but didnt seem angry.
    Somehow she got it into her head (maybe from one of her parenting magazines or tv) that the separation and move had traumatized me and that I was regressing to the old comfort of nursing as a means of relieving stress. She decided that allowing me to suckle her, despite my age - would help calm my nerve and allow me to settle into the new situation better. So she reinvited me into her bed at night.
    I still remember that first night. She lowered the strap on the nightgown she wore and exposed a single breast and told me it was ok if I wanted to touch it or suckle on it. I stared at her heavy, fleshy tit for a moment and then touched it, squeezing softly, running my fingers over the nipple. Then I snuggled up against her and began sucking it as she stroked my hair lovingly.
    The nursing continued well into puberty. When she noticed that I was becoming sexually aroused by it, she again considered whether or not to stop. But decided that it was better to offer herself to ease my sexual desires than to let me seek comfort elsewhere and maybe catch AIDs or some other STD. She reasoned that kids my age were going to have sex one way or another and it was safer and better to make sure I had a clean partner than to waste her breath telling me to save it for marriage. And so we became lovers.
    Mom lovingly taught me everything about sex. Numerous positions and how to please a woman. Anytime I felt those teenage hormonal surges she accommodated me, whether it was first thing in the morning as I got ready for school, the middle of the day or bedtime. We both loved making love to one another. Because we genuinely loved each other.
    By the time I reached my middle 30's we weren't just mother and son anymore. We were in love. I considered her my wife and she introduced me as her husband. We had long since moved to a new community and no longer communicated with my father. We had a nice little home, and a dog and two cats we considered our kids. I worked in real estate. We had a good life. But then cancer reared its ugly head.
    Mom fought tooth and nail and I stood by her til the very end, telling her how much I loved her in those final moments.
    I remained alone for years afterward, and have only just recently began dating. I've met someone special and admitted my past to her. She didn't hold it against me or think it disgusting. She told me she thought it was beautiful. So I think she's a keeper.
    I and my mother's love was a beautiful thing. I loved her as a mother, a companion and a wife. She'll always be my heart.

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  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Male / 18

    Your mom and dad didn't like me from the start. Just because I had a daughter, they assumed I was some sort of pervert who would get you pregnant the second we were left alone.
    Yeah, I've made some mistakes in my life, but my daughter isn't one of them. Did I plan on her?? No. But I sure as hell didn't run from her or her mother when I found out. And even after her bitch of a mother ditched us because her party girl lifestyle didn't include room for a steady boyfriend and a little girl, I still honored my responsibility and took care of my kid.
    But your mom and dad couldn't see that. All they saw was a dumb country boy that dropped out of school to work in a garage and raise the little girl. A little girl he fathered when he was still a sophomore in high school. So they made you break up with me and start dating that fat little rich clown from down the street.
    I'd love to see the look on their faces now that your pregnant. I'd love to see your face for that matter, since your fat little troll of a rich boy packed his shit and ran for the hills when you told him. How does it feel to be knocked-up and all alone??
    Hell, at least I would have had the sense to use a fucking condom and make sure you were on the pill. If all else failed, drop a $50 on some Plan B. I've been there before. I don't want a another kid. I can't afford one. I would have been the safest guy in the world for you to date.
    Little too late for that now, isn't it??
    You say you should have followed your heart and stuck with me, instead of bowing under pressure from your folks. Yeah, you should have. But you didn't.
    Will I help you with your kid?? I'll give you advice. Will I be your boyfriend again and be a father figure for chubby's baby?? Hell no.

    #15679 — Comments (3) — Jul 9, 2013 at 1:56 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Transsexual Male / 42

    Hi all you horney peeps. My name is ******. I've submitted confessions under NAKED BOY before so I guess I'm back. I have to go all out and confess my true desires. Ever since puberty and playing silly naked games with my curious playmates, male and female, I've been obsessed with nudity and self exibition of my hot yummy twinkie candy ass body. I'd always do the most and be the least embarassed, never caring that I was constantly tricked into humiliating naked performing for the laughing, mocking others. I'd fake being mad, cheated out of seeing them nude usually, but I loved it and always purposely let them dupe me into any degrading display of nasty naked exibitionisim with their promises of returning my requests upon completion, knowing they always backed out. Got to the point that I looked forward to the sessions of mocking humiliation and continued with my own freaky ideas amidts the degrading laughter. So eventually, every time our group got together, quite regularly, I'd be the naked slave boy forced to perform all my masters demands. Usually a mixed group of boys and girls that would threaten to tell if I didn't comply. Since I had done everything imaginable allready, I was stuck and wanted to anyway. Besides they all knew every ince of my body and could get me into big trouble with the proof. Every time we gathered unsupervised, publicly or inside, I was forced to be nude. I'd start by dancing and shaking my ass and cock wildly while begging for spankings and then I'd do whatever they said, such as being leashed and walked like a dog, being a naked table for them, clipping clothespins on me and hanging things on my aroused cock. The somewhat innocent fun progressed in time to sexual experiments at my expense as curiousity and nudie mags emerged occasonialy then even alcohol. As usual I was the nude bitch from start to finish no matter what. Drinking and viewing smut led to a room full of boners, hard nip titties, peach fuzzy pussies, and buck naked asses encircling me sharing suggestions and playing dare games with the loser having to do something obscene to me in exchange for then making me do likewise to another. Nothing was left to the imangination as the sessions became more intense with me eventually doing everything to everyone bribed by my past actions. Spin the bottle was their favorite game, forcing me to kiss, lick, or suck the pointee somewhere randomly decided by a body part written that I pulled from a hat. I kissed, licked, and sucked every ear, nose,tongue,nipple,dick,pussy, ball sack, ass hole&big toe in the group before they got bored and turned it up a notch. In the end we played quarters, only I was the one that always had to drink. I got so shit faced that I enjoyed the following drunken gangraping game where coinflips decided my fate. On my hands and knees each person flipped in front of me twice. The first determining my mouth or ass. Second determined cocks or pussy. Guy heads/heads following guy heads/tails meant a face/ass fuck for me. I enjoyed it as much as the masterbating girls watching the two loads eventually exploding in my throbbing holes. They would always lick the boys clean and usually fuck in front of me leading up to the orgy. I was constantly sucking the pussy juice off the cocks as they switched vaginas and to prevent pregnancy I'd absorb the ejaculte. Somtimes I gulped down the goo if the tuna tasting bone pulled out and gagged me in time. Otherwise it shot my face or body and was rubbed in by the fems. Close calls were shot on the girls then lapped up by me as another cock boned my gape. One freakish occassion found me bound on my back tied by the wrists and ankles streached out in a X with a pillow under my lower back propping up my package. Four girls then dropped to their knees, two at each hip and began sucking four hard dicks. One by one they jacked each load onto my cock and balls. As the gooey saturating mess coated me and began slowly dripping on my arched fully spread ass hole they hungrilly lapped me clean while the four half errect cocks slapped my face and smashed thier sweaty nuts in my nostrils, spreading ass cheeks forcing a tongue cleaning while gasping for air being nut nostriled. As I choaked on smothering man ass and ball sweat I felt the multiple nibbling,tounging,and biting of my own balls,ass hole and butt cheeks. An unexpected load shot from me as I moaned euphorically and I engorged myself in the then suddenly delicious succulant juicy balls, vollentarily filling my entire wide open mouth with one entire sack at a time. Slowly sucking and swallowing I gently swirled my tounge around the circumferance of each tasty salty nut in a figure eight motion until each eyepoking dickhole splattered my forehead and soaked my hair. Still gently sucking a wet sounding suction pop made my nips and dick hard as each guy pulled his sack from my salavia filled lapping mouth. Mmmm mmmmm. I LOVE THE TASTE OF BALLS. THERE SOOO DELICIOUS. THANKS FOR YOUR DELECTABLE TREATS FELLAS. Ever since I have craved succulant shaved cocks and balls and cosider them a delicasy. Black, white, spanish. Whatever. Ideally nice plump completely shaved. I'd hungrily devour any and all such cummers any time for hours. Just lay down, spread em and enjoy! I can't get enough. A meaty smorgasboard complete with all my favorite condiments and liabations to smother and marinade them in. Ya know, beer nuts, caramel cocks, whipped creamed dick and balls ect. Yummy. Mmmm mmm suck lick slurp drool lap lap swallow. Dont forget the warm thick sperm. I'm sooo cum hungry right now I could chug a gallon. Well that's my hearts desire and how it got started in a nutshell.

    #15700 — Comments (1) — Jul 10, 2013 at 2:45 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — My Family —
    Straight Male / 28

    I am a twenty-eight year old divorced male, and mom has been divorced from my dad for oevr ten years. Dad and I have never gotten along very well, but mom and I have remained close and have become pretty good friends. After my divorce I was suffering from financial hardships, and mom suggested that I move in with her for a while. It was nice and fun for both of us, and mom and I enjoyed the arrangement. It was about two months after I moved in that mom and I started joking around. It was summer and warm, and one morning mom made the comment how we could always just go naked around the house. It was one of those modestly amusing ideas, and we laughed about it, and agreed that maybe it would be fun to try. So mom and I got naked. It was the first time that we had seen each other completely undressed. I was impressed to discover how attractive my mom was with nothing on.
    It was not entirely unexpected, and seeing her naked gave me an erection. I was naturally a little embarrassed about having that happen, but at the same time it felt so incredibly exciting having my dick hard like that in front of my own mother. Well, mom wasn't shocked, and said that she was quite thrilled by my having a boner with her. We did some affectionate hugging and touching. Mom told me that she had been fixed, so I didn't have to worry about getting her pregnant if I wanted to acutally do it with her. I had never thought about doing anything with my mother, but right then it sounded like the most wonderful opportunity. We went into her bedroom and spent the next two hours having the most enjoyable and wonderful sex. It was so exciting and satisfying to give her an orgasm and then to ejaculate in her.
    Now it has been almost two years, and mom and I have been enjoying the pleasure of sleeping in the same bed and making love whenever we feel like it. We've discussed moving somewhere and just living as husband and wife. Something that we both find quite appealing.

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  • — I Did It For The Money —
    Transsexual Male / 55

    :)Mr. Dan Brown, sir, please allow me to laud you in describing Manila, the Philippine capital, as âthe gates of hell.â

    Even though inferno is a work of fiction, you were inspired and nailed the truth on its head.



    It s political leaders are extremely corrupt and treat its citizens with contempt.

    Your cause is lost when you run afoul of its elected leaders or their minions.

    They are only looking out for their own selfish interests.

    The y even ridicule people who approach them for help when the media is not around.



    Altho ugh it informs the masses,the nation's media itself is compromised and the underworld's denizens have infiltrated it.

    It primarily serves the interests of the elite and their minions.

    There are even rumors of blackmail.

    The chances of getting help from the media is akin to winning the lottery.



    Media personality Ted Failon even said on radio that a supreme court justice told him that he passed judgements to spite other fellow members.

    Not by merit, but just to contradict a foe.


    Media personality Korina Sanchez, claimed on radio to know that prosecutors treated their position as a means for monetary gain.

    The justice system here is blind to the truth.

    You own justice if you are influential.

    Those who are influential flaunt their power by extending it to their minions.



    Law enforcement oftentimes is the perpetrator of crimes.

    Top law enforcement officials usually are implicated in crimes.



    The victims in this country are in danger from the authorities.

    The people in power abuse their position.



    Manuel L. Quezon once said, "I'd rather see a gov't run like hell by Filipinos than a gov't run like heaven by Americans."

    Its since become a self fulfilling prophecy.

    The country all this time has been run by sociopaths.

    Godly criminals are everywhere and infect all aspects of life.

    FILIPINOS, WAKE UP.

    YOU NEED TO OUTSOURCE YOUR GOV'T.

    FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, ACCEPT THIS TRUTH.

    THERE IS NO OTHER WAY OUT.

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  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Male / 39

    I've never relayed this story before but feel the need to tell about it.
    Several years ago the GF, MIL and about ten others were on a weekend trip to the cottage where alcohol became involved around the fire. My MIL was about 45 at the time and been divorced for many years but had seen some men on and off during that time. She is a great lady with a nice body and stunning personality. We were all drinking heavily when an embarrassing moment came to light for me and the MIL. The MIL was sitting to my right when I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra as she bent down in front of me not once but several times which I don't think was accidental at all.

    As the night went on it grew colder and the MIL was wearing only a thin old t shirt that made her nipples very prevalent. I asked her if she wanted my nylon jacket to wear because I could tell she was cold. She replied with a "Why do you think I'm cold????????" and just then she pulled my right hand with hers and placed it on her left breast and nipple. No one else could see as her own hand was tucked under her shirt and my own jacket was very baggy. I went to pull my hand away but she kept ahold of it while looking to make sure no one could see. Keep in mind that my then GF was only about 10' and this was her Mom!i

    She eventually released my hand and then accepted
    my jacket offer but only so that she could use it to conceal my hand all that much better as she reached behind her back pulling my right hand to cup her right breast. I was wearing loose fitting shorts with no underwear when her left hand then went cautiously up my thigh to my shaft when I immediately felt the surging of blood to my penis. I'm sure she could have taken my pulse by grabbing it as it became rock hard. This went on for quite some time and I could feel the load building. The night was wrapping up and the GF went to bed leaving the MIL and a few others by the fire when I had to pee so off in to the woods for a tree I went. As I finished up I noticed she had been watching the entire time and came over to give me a shake and few quick pulls. I tried to push her away
    but she said she would yell out and cause a scene so I just let it happen. Apparently she wasn't satisfied with a few pulls and proceeded to give me a half and half until I blew my load which the first stream went in to her eye and the ones after in to her mouth. As she was wiping her eye a relative came out to look for her as she had been gone for about five minutes. I snuck around to other side of the fire so that no one would suspect we were together and claimed I had gone to the cabin for a sandwich. As her and the relative came back to the fire she was asked about her whew hitch was red a d glossy. She said a bug had flow. In to it but the female relative didn't seem to believe her story. We then all went to our rooms and woke the next morning.


    So the next morning I'm totally hungover when the MIL walks by the living room where I had recently laid on the couch praying i would live through the pounding headache. No one else was around when she leaned over and asked how I was and then leaned down and kissed me while she placed her hand on my package which then grew to attention. I loosened the waistband for her so she could have easy access to my almost 8" as she then leaned down and took the head of it in her mouth for a few seconds. She then slapped it against my stomach and laughed as she walked away. Seveal weeks went by and I felt remorseful for what transpired so while we were out to dinner with the MIL I waited until the GF went
    to the bathroom to discuss it. i started by saying I was sorry and that i truly loved her daughter but also explained that her late 20's daughter was acting like she was 60 and didn't like to have fun. She understood and she too apologized and nothing more be said or mentioned to anyone.

    Fast forward two years ago and we were now in a
    similar situation but at the same relative that suspected something other than a bug flew in to the
    MIL's eye years prior. I was challenged by this relatives 50 year old hubby to a drinking contest which I reluctantly accepted. I must add that I'm a non drinker and didn't want a repeat of event with the MIL. So around 10pm the challenger had given up and went to bed leaving a few of us around the
    pool. We didn't bring any extra clothes with us because we weren't planning on attending so I had no swimwear. I thought F it no one was around as they went inside so off came the pants and in to the pool I went. Several minutes later the MIL and the relative who I'll call "Lois" came out and noticed my clothes on the deck and me in the pool. They had their suits on an enetered the pool so I was concerned about the relative seeing my junk as the MIL had seen too much already. The pool is about 5' deep so there is no real place to hide but I thought to heck with it so of she wants to look let her look. They huddled at the other end of the pool whispering and giggling like young girls before they swam over to me. I had a lump in my throat as they drew closer and Lois submerged to
    get a look at my package. I didn't attempt to cover it up at all and after a few seconds she poked her head out of the water with a grin on her face. She then told me she knew that the night at the cottage my MIL didn't have a bug fly in her eye but rather a load from my dick. I was floored as the MIL promised not to say anything to anyone. The MIL then said she pried it out of her and Lois wouldn't say a thing...yeah right. Lois also added that on that night my MIL had missed cleaning some of my load from her eyebrow and throat which she could plainly see. Lois asked to hold my junk and I said "What if I say no????????" She replied with "I'll tell your GF that you stripped down in front of the both of us and were flashing us" I quickly agreed. Now keep in mind that the GF doesn't act her age and
    again went to bed early. Lois took it in her hands and then asked me to jump up on to edge of the pool so she could take it in her mouth so I obliged. This was strange for Lois as she openly said to everyone that her husband could go and pay a hooker for oral as she didn't like it. The MIL watched intently as in to the mouth of Lois it went until
    she gagged as she got a taste of some pre cum. The MIL who is obviously not shy then jumped in to take up the cause and began to deep throat my 8" like it was a breakfast sausage. Just then we heard the screen to the patio door open so I quickly slid back in to the water and the two ladies glided away from me to not draw attention. A second or so after the screen opened my GF popped out and asked me to come to bed so I told her I'd be in there in fifteen minutes ask had just gotten in the pool. Thankfully she was sleepy and didn't realize I was in there with nothing on. She went back inside and after a few minutes to get hard again we took the party to the hot tub where I received the attention of two ladies by getting a half and half with a happy ending. This time the load was shared with Lois getting the first stream on her bare chest and the MIL eagerly swallowing the remaining portion which was my largest to date.

    The night didn't end there as I then went to bed with the GF on a pull out couch in the basement. The MIL put her sheer nightie with no panties and went to other pull out about 12' away. The GF was sound asleep but I woke her by pretending to be sick and asked if she could get me some water but before she could the MIL offered to get it. She brought it to me and I drank it while she sat on the edge of the mattress. To my surprise the GF asked her to just to hop in to our bed as I continued to ask for more water. I was now a mother daughter sandwich but the GF rolled to the left and went back to sleep as I rolled to spoon the MIL. I placed my now rigid dick firmly between her ass cheeks and she shuddered slightly. I then parted her moist lips and began stroking her clit which made her that much wetter. After several minutes I plunged my middle finger in to her and then slid two more in there. It was hot, sticky and flowing when I then removed my fingers and then cupped her breast and stroked her nipples. U then placed my fingers in to her mouth and she sucked on them making the same seal she had earlier made on my dick. Things were getting heated and I was afriad that the GF would wake up or was already awake. The MIL then reached around and began to stroke me gently before guiding my cock to her vagina. As I slowly enetered her again trying to be discreet I could feel the heat of her hole which now slowly engulfed my entire shaft. Maybe it was the thrill of the GF being right there or just that moment in time but I blew my load almost immediately after my pubic bone hit her ass. I slowly pulled out and shot two more streams on her ass and back. When I was finished she went to the bathroom and went to her own bed.
    The next morning I lay there on the couch thinking about everything and what could possibly happen. Moments later I heard Lois come down the stairs closely followed by the MIL who paused cautiously before each of them kissed me on the cheek while grabbing my semi hard on.

    It was an unreal night and I can say I haven't touched any alcohol or been to the cottage or the house belonging to Lois since because of the shame I feel to this day. The GF and I are still together and as far as I know not one mention of these incidents has come to light and none have happened since.

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  • — Anything Goes —
    Straight Male / 29

    I'd just gotten back home from Iraq and I wasn't in the best place mentally. My father had passed away while I'd been gone, and my girlfriend had been brainwashed against me at the little Oregon college she attended. Her last letter called me a "racist corporate murderer for oil" or some bullshit like that. I had no idea what it even meant. And to prove she was totally unlike people like myself, I guess - she started dating some ugly little Yemeni art student at her school.
    Well, fuck her and him both I thought. It was just a small portion of a whole plate full of shit on my mind at that moment. I was coming home by train. I had a mild aversion to flying and never did it more than was absolutely necessary. The second I reached the States, I'd left the airport behind and found an Amtrak station. It took a little longer but that gave me time to get my shit together mentally before reaching home and seeing mom and everybody else.
    The California Zephyr wasn't quite full this trip and I'd enjoyed relative peace and quiet between Chicago and Omaha. Yeah, there had been an old vet from 'Nam who had sat across from me and traded war stories and shook my hand. But I didn't mind his company. He was a brother, no matter how many decades ago he'd served.
    I took a nap as we pulled out of Lincoln, so I'm not sure where she got on. But when I woke up there was a gorgeous blonde sitting beside me. About eighteen, long curly blonde hair the color of cornsilk, big blue eyes. A country girl, in boots, jeans, white western style sleeveless blouse and a ladies Stetson. She had her eyes closed and was gently rocking out to whatever was playing over her iPod. An older couple were sitting across from us.
    "Omg, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up??" She asked, too loudly. She pulled one earbud from her right ear and I could clearly hear Jason Aldean. She had the volume cranked to the moon.
    "No," I replied, yawning. "You're good. I'm not that tired."
    She smiled back at me and popped her earbud back in. "Oh good. My name is Laurel. What's yours??"
    "David," I said. "But everybody calls me Bud."
    She laughed. "Why does everybody call you Bud, if that isn't your name??"
    "Because of an old Budweiser cap I used to wear all the time," I told her. "It was sort of a good luck charm." I shrugged.
    She held one slim hand out and we shook. I loved how her hand felt in mine. Soft, warm, but strong too. Surprisingly so.
    "Just get back??" She asked.
    I nodded and left it at that. I really didn't feel like discussing it with someone that would have no real concept of what I'd been through.
    As if picking up on that she dropped it and asked "Going home??"
    "Yeah," I said. "California."
    "Oh, awesome," she grinned. "Me too. School. What part??"
    I told her. She blinked, looked surprised. "Seriously?? That's where I'm going."
    She named the college and I nodded. I'd once thought of attending that school myself, before enlisting. Now I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. But I had time to figure it out. We talked for a while. Just enough to encourage the older couple across from us to start jumping in to our conversation. It annoyed the hell out of me, but I did my best to remain polite.
    By Salt Lake City Laurel and I were alone in our section.
    "I thought that old couple were your parents," I said.
    She laughed, made a face "Eww, no. I have no idea who they were."
    "I shouldn't have been so nice then," I grinned. "They just about took over every conversation we tried to have didn't they??"
    "Mhmm,&q uot; she smiled. "I would have said something. I wanted to. But I didn't want you thinking I was a bitch."
    "Thought would have never crossed my mind."
    "You're cute," she said suddenly. "For a soldier."
    It was my turn to laugh. "Um thanks. I think."
    "Sorry if that came out wrong," she smiled.
    "No offense taken," I said. "I think you're pretty cute too, for a civilian."
    She laughed and pushed me playfully.
    "You have a girl back home??"
    I shook my head. "Not anymore."
    I told her what happened.
    "What a bitch," she swore, agitated. She wasn't putting on a show either. I could see she was really hot, her eyes fairly smoldered. "If she was here right now I'd snatch her damn hair out of her head."
    "I believe you just might," I replied, watching her and smiling.
    "My whole family are military," she said. "All the boys anyway. My paw paw, my daddy, my brothers, except for my little brother - he's just sixteen, but hes dying for his turn to come."
    "Nice," I said.
    We talked a good while, then she leaned over and hugged me, pressing her face into my neck. I felt an immediate warm flush throughout my body and eased my arms around her, hugging her back.
    When she pulled away we looked at one another for a long moment. A sudden, wolfish gleam in her smokey blue eyes. "How long has it been??"
    "How long has what been??" I asked, genuinely not knowing what she was getting at.
    She rolled her eyes and giggled. "You know. How long since you've been with a woman??"
    "Oh," I laughed. "Well, um..."
    "It's been a while right??" She asked, running a hand through my short hair. I shrugged.
    "Do you want to," she asked. "With me, I mean."
    "What, here??" I looked at her.
    "Well not here in our seats no," she laughed. "There's a bathroom downstairs."
    I thought about it. "That's a really small bathroom."
    " I thought soldiers loved challenges??"
    I laughed. "Yes, ma'am."
    She stood up and reached for my hand. I followed her down the stairwell and into the john.
    We had just enough room to both squeeze inside. She sat on the toilet and undid my trousers, working my flacid cock out. She stroked it with one hand and looked up at me with those gorgeous blues, pausing to kiss the shaft or head every once in a while, sometimes flicking just the tip of her pink tongue out to tease under the cap. Little electric jolts ran all through me. I got hard in no time flat.
    Someone tapped on the door. Laurel and I both said "Busy" at the same time, and the person on the other side - sounded like an old woman - went "Oh.. excuse me!" We laughed.
    With my cock now hard, Laurel began giving me head. I leaned back slightly, sighing. Words don't exist to describe how good it felt. She really knew what she was doing. I could feel her tongue sliding along my shaft and her throat opening up to allow me deep inside, where she'd hold me for a moment... two, before flexing her muscles and pushing me back out again.
    Before I could cum, she stopped and stood up, undoing her belt and jeans and working them down to her calves along with the panties she wore. Turning her back to me and bracing against the wall, she wiggled her perky little butt and said "come and get it soldier boy."
    She didn't have to ask twice.
    I suppose as loud as she moaned and as hard as I was thrusting into her, just about everybody on the first level of that car heard us. I was beyond caring. I lost myself in the steady rhythm of pumping my cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy, my hands gripping her slender hips. When I finally came it was explosive, a real gusher. I filled her with my cum and then sagged slightly, as she straightened up to lean against me, her hair in my lowered face.
    "That was fun," she giggled.
    We cleaned up and went back to our seats upstairs. About an hour later we did it again. And again the next morning.
    By the time we got to our stop in California we had exchanged phone numbers and e-mail. I really didn't expect her to keep in touch, but she did. And we started dating. Within a month she was my girlfriend. And today, several years on she's the mother of my first child, my son Little Bud (David Jr).
    As for my former girlfriend. Well, her Yemeni boyfriend treated her like crap (imagine that, an Arab guy that doesn't respect women) and left her high and dry. She tried to apologize to me. I wouldn't even talk to her. So she began over eating to deal with her emotions. I saw her a few days ago. She needs the word "Goodyear" printed on her ass.
    My sexy little Nebraska farm girl is just as pretty as ever, and she hasn't left my side since we first met. Adjusting to life at home hasn't been easy, even now it's still a struggle. But Laurel makes it easier. Meeting her made all that other shit worth it.

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  • — My Family —
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    I feel so guilty and confused about what i have done recently and i am disgusted with myself, I am a mother of a beautiful 16 year old daughter who i adore above all others, I was tidying up our home when i found a pair of her panties on the bathroom floor they were a pair i had seen her wear often purple with a cute little bow on the front, I dont know what came over me but i found myself lifting them up to my nose and sniffing them deeply filling my nose with the soft musk of her crotch, I felt myself getting wet i locked the door pulled up my skirt and thrust my hand down my panties feeeling my soaking wet pussy my clit was very hard as i slid my finger over it, I rubbed and fingered myself hard as i sniffed those panties deeply i even licked the gusset tasting where my daughters pussy had been images of her wearing them flooded my mind and her beautiful body that i had seen many times, I furiously rubbed myself to a shattering orgasm soaking my hand and panties, I was shocked at my behaviour i have never looked at my daughter in any sexual way before and i am so disgusted with myself but i cant stop thinking about what i did and have to stop myself from doing it again, And i feel so guilty evertime i look at her and i still dont know what came over me or why i did it.



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