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The mom and son from India, their incest story continues.
Jason's ready to jump on cam for a few.
She wanted dick, and now it's coming at her from all angles.
She wanted dick, now dick is approaching her from all angles.
Two castaways get hot and steamy on a deserted island.
Layla and Jaxson fuck and Layla shares with Grindle & Sheba.
A woman writes about Will and Cindy's sex encounters.
Suzie enjoys Max's dominating side.
She just needed a thorough fucking.
Two people connect online, in person, in bed — in life.
She becomes the dirty little slut she writes about.
Brother's wife discovers his erotic writing.
It's not just an adventure - it's a job.
Linda gets down with everyone possible.
Linda learns something new & exciting about Bill.
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Closeup view of Her daddy filling her pussy.
Daddy picks Princess up from work & takes to a posh hotel.
After wiping off my face, the night continues...
Daddy saves his girl and she saves him.
Antoni finally confesses his feelings to Scotty.
Emily gets in a spin when meeting some new people.
Tom and David share my mouth and hole.
Moaning, dirty talking, orgasm, verbal. [M4F]
I fucked her pussy and made her taste her cum off my dick.
Young twink is warned away from his friend's father.
A quick view into a full year of change for a bank teller.
C— is delighted to be collared by Daddy.
Father falls in love with the daughter he never knew he had.
Nina and Daddy play with the magic wand.
Daddy edges kitten as he reminds her just who is in charge.
I love the way I go all the way down your throat.
The "Fuck Buddy Dad" series continues.
Are my impure thoughts sinful Daddy, opps sorry, Father.
A father and son give in to their deepest desires.
Tom introduces me to his friend David.
When the bus is too late, the flying saucer is on time.
A daughter discovers what she really wants.
Grace learns about a daughter's duty.
Emily discovers a new side to a college friend.
Colin is forcibly feminized and disciplined by Daddy Justus.
My bf gets me to go wear a bikini in public and rewards me.
Reality sets in as Caitlin and Dad continue their affair.
An abusive landlord harasses his teen tenant.
My cum strengthens a bond with a junkie.
Heidi and her Daddy continue their sexual lessons.
I'm hooked on Mr. Carpenter's cock...
A sweet baker stuffing his naughty, curvy girlfriend.
Daughter discovers her father's secret fetish.
An air traveler finds a sympathetic daddy to help him.
To seduce sexy straight CEO, twink decides to hire gunman.
Lindsay's goal in life is to please her rich sugar daddy.
Emily has a number of surprises sprung on her.
Daddy teaches stepdaughter to suck all night long.
Mary helps inspire her Daddy to be more rough with her.
A man pursues his desire to take a woman by force.
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A young adult finds himself at his new Daddy's mercy.
Steven and Damian enjoy the company of older men.
Step father gets time with college age step daughter.
Things Heat Up Between Kiara And Her Daddy.
Steven catches his daughter masturbating, and it escalates.
Daddy has to discipline Cat and Emily for wanting candy.
Presentation is very important to Him.
Tom and I have a talk, then he takes my ass in the shower.
May, John, & the Dr. P have fun on and off the golf course.
Catelyn gets some special bonding time with her Daddy...
A gardener tends to more than the bushes.
A full-time mommy becomes a part-time babygirl.
Baby girl gets what is cumming to her.
Daughter needs more from Daddy on Valentine's Day.
A dom feeds me poppers for breakfast.
My submissive brings a new friend over.
Edgar and Colleen strengthen bonds with the kids.
A very interesting trip to the gloryhole…
Wedding day dawns bringing happy ending?
Valentine's Day for Father and Daughter continues.
Father and daughter discover hidden passion and romance.
Carrie shows Mike that Liv isn’t that innocent… for a price.
Amy pushes Tom's and her relationship to the next level.
Boyfriends uncle becomes our personal bull.
A sissy's first encounter with a New Daddy.
A futa's journey to losing her virginity.
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Young nerd tries to get over his crush by getting fucked.
A young woman resorts to drastic measures to get her way.
I'm aching for your cock every minute of every day, Daddy.
I've been a naughty girl, touching myself without permission.
The past and present life of a middle-aged man.
Older daddy gives son his meat to worship.
Reminiscing with my stepdaughter about yesterday…
'It's how we was made to be. You ain't wrong for liking it.'
A femboy missing his Daddy gets an unexpected phonecall.
Real texts I sent my boyfriend to jerk off to.
This is the second chapter of my story "Manhandled."
Lisa devises a plan for her mother to be happy!
My first ever erotic massage from an older man.
She introduces her cousin to fun with both Daddies.
Mark wakes up with his boss and has a strange interview.
Remembering a very dirty girlfriend and her daddy.
Jenny discovers her true self; volunteers to take a caning.
After a night of passion, Jack needs to see Devin once more.
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Hello, I'm Anne and until recently I'd never slept with a 'young' man. When I married my husband Harold he was already forty two, while I was only seventeen; the reasons behind that are a whole other story and not one I wish to repeat here, or indeed dwell upon.
Despite everything, I like to think of our marriage as a success; we raised four children, all sadly now scattered due to work and/or partners to the four corners of the earth, two in Australia, a third in Japan and our youngest daughter is in Canada.
When Harold retired in 2008 we moved full-time to what had until then, been our weekend cottage in the Yorkshire Dales, but once his health began to deteriorate ten years later, we returned to our home town near Leeds, leasing an apartment in a, Seniors Community; I was still only forty-nine!
The age difference with my neighbours wasn't an issue; that was something I was long used to accommodating, so I've quite enjoyed the place. With a warden always on call and easy access to public transport -- Harold never permitted me to drive -- I was able to get out and about secure in the knowledge that Harold would be OK.
What I did especially miss from living in the Dales though, were Carol and David: It was Harold & David who'd met first -- both members of the Rotary Club -- but when Carol and I met, we got on like a house on fire from the very start. Carol and I were of an age, with David being rather older, though nothing like the age-gap between Harold and I, but that was never relevant, we all seemed to just 'click', regularly socialising and on a couple of occasions going on holiday together too; I consider Carol to be the best and closest friend that I've ever had.
Like ourselves, David and Carol have a now grown family -- four boys, how did she cope? - though they've perhaps been more fortunate than we, in that all of their boys, along with their partners and now grandchildren live locally. That's not entirely true; their third son Robbie and his wife Gillian were abroad, though even they visited for two or three weeks each year to catch up with family and friends.
Rob & Gill have no kids, so after both had acquired the professional skills and reputations which allowed them -- for outrageous remuneration! - to work wherever they could find a decent internet connection, they simply 'travelled'; working freelance and on-line for a few days or weeks whenever their coffers need to be refilled.
Just during the years that I've known Carol they'd travelled widely through SE Asia on a motorcycle, then seemingly everywhere between Alaska and Panama in a motor-home -- the inevitable motorcycle on a trailer towed behind -- and finally aboard a yacht on which they sailed to the Pacific Islands and on to Australia; even that had small scooter aboard! Two carefree vagabonds whom everyone seemed to love, despite the envy that they must have undoubtedly garnered; I'd met them only twice, but I could easily understand why.
Robbie's tall, slim and even to my jaundiced eyes, a very good looking young man; washboard stomach -- OK, I've only discovered that more recently-- burnished tan and flowing locks of sun-bleached hair; perhaps unsurprising given their lifestyle? And of course, those eyes; expressive and a deep brown; I once overheard a young woman suggest quite accurately, that 'you could drown in those eyes'.
But it's more than skin-deep with Robbie, he's very intelligent, well spoken and old-school polite, as indeed are all of David & Carol's boys; only latterly have I become 'Anne' rather than Mrs Price. He possesses a wicked and charmingly flirtatious sense of humour, irrepressible optimism and seems always to see the best in everybody and everything.
Robbie's now in his mid-thirties - younger than all of my own kids! - but one flash from those eyes as he delivers some flirtatious complement can still give rise to a shameless shiver in an old crone like me, so I can imagine how it effects the younger girls. Gillian knows it too and guards him jealously; I can't say that I blame her, she's got herself a catch and gives short-shrift to any young woman who to tries to trespass or even looks too closely in Rob's direction; thankfully, we older ladies are given a little more leeway.
Then 2020 arrived, upending everyone's lives, including Robbie & Gill's. They were back in the UK for a visit when the world locked-down and couldn't return to their boat -- and yet another motorcycle! - in Australia. My own tribulation -- though already long expected -- was the death of Harold; he didn't go to Covid, but the pressures that virus put on the health service perhaps accelerated his demise?
More shocking and even to me more upsetting, was David; in his late-sixties, admittedly, but as fit and healthy as many men half his age. He contracted Covid early on and died within a week; in some respects it was perhaps fortunate that Robbie and Gill were back home and staying with Carol, so able to afford her some support in those days of lock-downs,
Barely a day passed during the following weeks when Carol and I didn't speak on the phone, to offer mutual support and sympathy. Then on the first day that restrictions eased, Carol came to visit; we chatted for a couple of socially distanced hours in the garden beneath our umbrellas. Carol doesn't drive either, so it was Robbie who'd brought her the fifty miles by car, though I didn't see him beyond a distant wave and smile through the rain-smeared car windscreen as he waited patiently for his mother and I.
It was during that conversation when I discovered that Robbie and Gill were back for the duration: They were already arranging the sale of their yacht and the motorcycle, negotiating to buy a small house for themselves near to Carol's and both back working to pay for it.
Both Robbie & Gill were as ever working remotely and at hours to seemingly suit themselves; so it was generally one or the other, on a couple of times both, who drove Carol across for her weekly visits. Even when restrictions eased and overnight stays were permitted, it was still far easier to have either Rob or Gill drive one of us back and forth to stay for a few days, rather than trust to public transport.
Neither seemed to begrudge providing this taxi service for us, indeed Robbie seemed to delight in making the trip across the hills and it was during those journeys that I fully discovered his boyish and flirtatious nature; Oh God but he was dishy!
I soon finished mourning for Harold -- did I ever really start? - and found myself more often than was perhaps decent, contemplating Robbie as I lay in my lonely bed at night. Hell's Bells! Robbie was married, barely half my age and the son of my best friend in the world; so contemplating him even once would've been indecent!
What Robbie thought I'd no idea; I'm past sixty but clean-living and a big win in the genetics lottery has stood me in good stead; even though I say it myself, I don't look my age. I've always been 'elfin' and having remained slim, nothing droops too noticeably, my fair hair disguises the encroaching grey and I've retained -- or at least Robbie drew out -- a still youthful outlook.
On the good days -- and most especially those nights! - I was sure that Robbie found me attractive too, but on others I felt that I was just imagining it and that he actually saw me as some ancient harridan to whom he ought to be polite in deference to his mother. But he did touch me:
We invariably greeted and parted with a gentle kiss to the cheek and on those drives across the Dales he'd often lay a hand gently upon my shoulder or thigh to emphasise some point. That was why I began to eschew slacks in favour of a skirt over bare legs for those journeys, if said skirt 'just happened' to ride up my thighs as I got into the car, then Robbie's touches would be flesh upon flesh.
If that wasn't enough, those greeting and departure kisses -- or mine at any rate -- became a little heavier, lasted a little bit longer and strayed a little closer to Robbie's own lips; how could he not realise? He must've thought me a salacious old whore, even before my clumsy invitation:
On the way back from Carol's one day in late September 2021, Robbie mentioned that he & Gill often passed close to my apartment on their way to a motorcycle club -- yes, they'd bought another one! - that they'd begun attending. I immediately suggested that they should 'call in whenever you're passing - no need to call ahead -- my door's always open - you're welcome any time'.
All well and good you're thinking, but when Robbie then said that with autumn approaching, Gill would probably not be going there again before the spring, as she didn't like going out on the bike once the weather turned cold. That was the moment of my Freudian slip: "Even better, just come on your own and I'll soon warm you up..." during the pregnant pause which followed, I felt my colour rise, before I stuttering out "I... I... I could turn up the heating... or perhaps make you some cocoa."
Robbie was giving me his flirtatious smile as he pushed a hand toward me and replied: "Or I could just hold my hands close to your cheeks and warm them up on those?" I didn't respond and my eyes lowered before his teasing grin; Robbie's hand lowered too, directly onto my naked thigh, where it rested for far longer than it ever had before, gently stroking it, before returning to the steering wheel.
We barely spoke for the rest of the way home, but when we arrived Robbie's farewell kiss too seemed to last longer than usual; when I returned it -- aiming indecently close to the edge of his mouth as ever -- either I misjudged things, or Robbie moved, whichever, our lips met and I felt Robbie's tongue tease at my mouth before I could withdraw -- Oh my God! A kiss like the youngsters share! I kept my eyes lowered as I stumbled from the car and rushed away; I didn't even make the usual invitation to 'come in for a quick coffee'.
A couple of weeks later it was Carol visiting me and I saw Robbie for only a few minutes and in the presence of my best friend -- his mother! On my next trip over It was Gill who came to collect me and while Robbie took me home afterwards, Carol came along too 'just for the ride out'. Had Robbie been playing games, giving the old granny a bit of a thrill; but now felt that things had gone a little too far?
He was probably right! Robbie hadn't been gone five minutes on that fateful evening before I'd been on my bed, knickers around my ankle, with legs spread and fingers positively plunging into the soft and already wet channel that lay between them. My mind reeled with dreams of his tongue pressing deeper between my lips, that hand on my thigh sliding ever upward, rather than it returning to my knee as my own hand tugged at the buckle on the heavy belt which Robbie always wore...
That was as far as I got that first evening before my world had exploded, but there hadn't been many nights -- and indeed quite a few afternoons -- since, when I hadn't similarly pleasured myself. It was always Robbie in my thoughts and those pictures which I painted in my mind became more graphic with every canvas. I frigged myself most especially silly on those nights that I spent at Carol's; the bed which I slept in there being the same one that Robbie and Gill had used until they moved into their own place.
It was very early afternoon on a mid-November Tuesday, when the intercom from the outer-door buzzed; I'd just settled myself onto the bed with some recently purchased toys handily arrayed. With dreams of Robbie already clouding my mind, I tried to ignore it, only yielding on its fourth insistent ring. I reluctantly pulled up my panties and trousers, scooped my armoury of toys into the bedside drawer and went to answer its call.
I knew it would most likely just be a friend from an adjoining apartment block, but as all were elderly the
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