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"Harder, if you like." "I don't want to hurt you." "It's all right now. Please do it." She was astride him, her eyes drawn momentarily to a small bead of perspiration running from his forehead to the grey flecks at his temple, then looking down on the finger tips tightening their grip on her nipples. At the start this would have hurt but now, with her juices flowing, she liked the added stimulation, supplementing the hardness of him inside her.

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We were all in the lounge - me, my wife Carol, our 22 year old daughter Zoe and our 19 year old son, Tom, with various bits of the Sunday paper and its numerous supplements spread around us. I was in my usual armchair, Tom was sitting opposite me, Zoe was sprawled on the sofa and my wife was lying face down on the floor.

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There are no characters under that age of 18-years-old in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18-years-old. Twenty-three-year-old Albert loved reading incest stories on Literotica. His favorite incest stories were about hypnotizing sisters and/or mothers to have sex with their brothers and/or sons. Every time he read such a story on Literotica, he imagined hypnotizing his nineteen-year-old, virginal sister, Emma, and/or his mother, 45-year-old MILF of a mother, Linda.

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This story is entirely fictional. ***** She was beautiful. Eighteen years old and stunning with her petite little body and long brown hair, just like her mother. When she was six years old, her mom had taken off with a friend of hers (whom I was always right not to trust) and she never looked back. She never called or asked about our daughter. She was just gone. It broke my heart but I got to keep Lacy.

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The twins could see the distant vehicle coming up the mountain road towards the house. They looked at each other, grinning. "What do you think he'll be like?" said Anne. Her sister snorted. "Much like last time, but four years older. How the hell would I know?" "He was good-looking then. He's nineteen, now." Anne glanced across at Beth. "I wonder if he's got a steady girlfriend."

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"Hey Zack, when did you get home?" Katie had seen her brother passing by her partially open bedroom door. Zack was Katie's older brother and they had always been pretty close. Zack was a senior in college and Katie a junior. "Last night, late," her replied as he walked through her door a sat down on the bed. "How come? I thought you and Allie were going skiing this weekend."

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This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote. * What does roses, yellow roses, booze, lots of beer, incestuous sex, sex with mother-in-law and sister-in-law, and pigeons, toy pigeons and real pigeons, have in common? Husband confesses his sexual transgressions and finally apologizes to his wife in hoping for her forgiveness. "Hi Sweets. Happy Valentine's Day," said John giving his wife a loving smile.

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Caution: Contains violence against men, incest, and abuse of a very small penis. If this offends or does not interest you, please do not read. ** My wife had gone away for a weekend naturists convention, but I refused to ever attend them because although at 38 years old, 5'5" and 132 pounds I am not in horrible shape, I am lacking and very very self conscious in one area. Flaccid, my poor pink penis stands at only ¾ of an inch and has the circumference of a Vienna Sausage. I was constantly taunted in gym class as I was growing up, so I vowed never to be naked in public again.

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Damn, I hate it when nothing goes right. It was one of those days. Nothing I did today seemed to work out the way I planned. I got up this early this morning so I could take a few extra minutes getting ready for work. While putting on my makeup, I discovered that I was out of my favorite eye shadow, the color that really makes my eyes stand out. Then I discovered that the blouse I had planned on wearing was wrinkled, so I had to quickly iron it. And then I ripped my pantyhose.

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He had hoped that by taking a long, hot shower that he would somehow be able to shake off, or at the very least reduce, that dreadful feeling of shame that had overcome him that night, but as was to be expected — it did not. He still felt dirty and had only found that feeling getting worse and worse by the second.

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