Friday Night at The Globe

[This my first submission to literotic.com so any and all feedback is welcome! Also, a huge thanks to the editor WokeUpOneDay for all the help!] Matt's Mom Melissa is a gorgeous 45-year old MILF with an incredible body. She has legs up to her armpits and 36DD tits that she isn't afraid to show. She was recently divorced and was trying to settle back into the dating scene, but surprisingly wasn't having too much luck finding the right man. Oh, she was dating (and fucking) regularly, but to hear her talk about it there are too many scumbags and not enough good guys. I woke up late one morning, and from my upstairs room I could see Melissa sunning herself in her bikini next to her pool. I immediately got a hard-on just fantasizing about her. Gawd, what I would do with her given half-a-chance. Her son Matt was supposed to come over so we could head off to our part-time landscaping job. I got in the shower and jacked off thinking about Melissa. I wonder if she knows how much I...

Like Mother, Like Daughter... by Alex Barton [Author's note: this story includes explicit descriptions of incest and anal sex. It also includes reference to unsafe sex practices such as ass-to-mouth, rimming and felching. If you find this offensive please do not read it. All characters are aged 18 or over.] * "Matt, are you sure about this?" Chloe asked, pausing for a moment from chopping vegetables. She turned to her husband, her face showing her concern as she watched him open a bottle of wine, pour two glasses and hand her one. "Sweetheart, we discussed it all last weekend and again before I rang your father. We both want Katie's first time to be a loving, enjoyable experience and who better to introduce her to anal sex than her own grandfather? I know you're worried about the size and thickness of Stephen's cock, but he's assured me he'll take his time about working the full length into Katie's rectum. There's no way he'd ever hu...

"I bet you can't do it." "I am sure of it," Twyla said. Her hazel eyes shone. I shook my head. "You doubt me, Rob? My abilities?" She questioned me, her long, caramel-colored hair moving as she arched her eyebrows. "No. Not you. Me." I waved a hand. "My confidence is rarely misplaced," she said. I knew there was no point in disputing with her when she was determined, when she had a letch to do something, especially sexual, but I also knew long odds when I saw them. Twyla and I had been an item for a year and a half, in that delicious stage of a relationship when all was still new, everything exciting, and we actually had time to devote to each other. We'd rented a sunny two-room flat together, not far from the University of Michigan which had done both of us well for career preparation, now in our rear-view mirror by only a few months. Twyla worked in a downtown finance office, assistant to the office manager, and was paid wel...

The apex of Ingrid's second year residency in Vienna resulting from her participation as member of der Höllenfeuer Verein came during the second weekend in June. It was the three day event of Boundcon at Munich, Germany. This international BDSM convention is the largest of its kind in Europe. Exhibitors present a wide range of fetish clothing, BDSM toy's, tools, and many more on five thousand square metres of exhibitors. In addition, unique shows and acts with great models and riggers, of well-known performers from all over the world as well as exciting young talents are there to entertain the visitors. The entertainment consists of intricate bondage and sparkling spanking sessions. In addition, there are workshops which give visitors the opportunity to gain knowledge, tips, and tricks from experts in the field of BDSM and international top riggers. They are orientated towards beginners as well as advanced participants and offer the possibility to get to know many assorted st...

Being in your 20s is a strange time of your life. With the onset of adulthood you can't help but face your distant but inevitable end, realizing it's nothing but work and taxes from there on out. Jack had his bucket list in mind. He wasn't planning on dying any time soon, but he had a lot that he wanted to do so he figured he's make a start after his 21st birthday. For this particular item on his list, however, he was going to need to request a little help from a friend. Particularly, a friend's mother. He walked up the flower-laden pathway to a cream door with a little frosted window to see Patty inside. They knew each other well, since he'd grown up with her son as a friend. She was a short lady with large breasts that always filled out whatever shirt or dress she was wearing, and she was probably the reason he turned out to be a boob guy. "Oh, Jack! Hello!" She began. "Hi, Missus Walker." He answered politely, but bashfully. He knew why ...

(A new story of young girls enslaved after the passage of the Female Slavery Law). (All the main characters are over 18 years old, and these stories are figures of my imagination). (My language is Spanish and I am not very fluent in English, so I sincerely apologize for any possible mistakes that may occur). Alexandra was the General Manager of one of the most important hotels in New York, at 27 years old she had reached that position leaving everything aside; her personal life, her sex life and her friends; the few who knew her said that she was a heartless bitch, and her employees talked behind her back saying that she was an ambitious whore who did not mind stepping on anyone who got in her way to achieve her goals. Those comments did not bother Alexandra in the least; firstly because they were completely true and secondly because thanks to that attitude, she had managed to turn a decaying hotel on the verge of ruin into one of the most important hotels in the city. To achieve tha...

We might as well get right to it right away. I was that irritating brother everyone knew growing up. The thing in my town was for the girls in the family to have friends over, and it usually ended up with them in their brothers bed. The friends did that is. Although all three of my sister's ended up there too at one point or another. Those sleepovers were things I looked forward to back then of course. They always occurred after graduation, so the girls were 18 and horny as hell. That's where I came in. Those summers I'd spend at the old family home. I'd worked my way over the years through Susan's friends, and Susan herself. Susan was a closet slut, and when the opportunity arose, she willing took it. We did it everywhere. Susan was adventurous, so it wasn't just in the dark and under the covers for her. She wanted to try me everywhere her little heart desired, and I was more than up for that. Of course she'd come to my room at night and strip down in the...