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This is a complete story, although there is a sequel possible if reader interest is there. *** To the rest of our family, Grandma Rose was - let's be charitable and use the word "eccentric". In the words of my mother, my father's mother was a "nuttier than a fruitcake" and often suggested that she be put in a rubber room somewhere.

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All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old. ***** **TUESDAY 1 to 8 P.M.* The trio moved through the halls onto the campus. "I think we'll all easily fit in my Taurus," Carter suggested, "I can run you girls back to campus later, as you like." He looked at Peri on his left, giving her a wink.

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I got the call from my sister at six this morning, Mum had passed away, now both our parents were dead. Dad had died just last month, now Mum heartbroken had simply switched her life off to join him. She had refused all medication and barely ate, she had lost the will to live and just stole away in the night. Jess, my sister had been there, but I had walked away too hurt to stay. With both parents gone my anchors in life had started to drift.

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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. * Albert hypnotizes his sexy sister and his MILF of a mother when she walks in unexpectedly. "After I suck your cock Albert, after you lick my pussy and make me cum, and after you make brotherly love to me, will you give me my sexual fantasy? Please?"

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I didn’t think I was normal at first, and not for a long time after that. I mean, boys don’t fantasize about their mother, do they? Well, I didn’t think so at the time. It started about as soon as I was old enough to do it. It’s not hard to imagine why. She was a young boy’s ideal; an intoxicating combination of warm smile, sweet smell, and full breasts.

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This happened not long ago. I was twenty at the time and I just got home for summer break from college. One day my mother said that my aunt Sue wanted me to stop over at her place. I thought it was a little strange. I hadn't seen my aunt in a few years. Sue was my Mom's younger sister. I was guessing she was around thirty years old. I think she was considered the black sheep in the family. She had never been married and was a bit wild in her twenties.

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It was supposed to be wonderful. Patricia's son -- her pride and joy -- was only weeks away from attending college. The freshman semester would be starting soon and they were both overjoyed. So it came as a complete shock when she saw Tyler coming home that Saturday morning with a frown on his face. He had just returned from a fraternity meeting in which eligibility for new membership was explained.

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The summer was always prime time for teenage boys, especially finishing up your spurt of puberty. 18-19 years old, looking to college girls who want to get drunk, party and experiment, with you gladly volunteering to be their guinea pig. The summer was time to head to the pool, to the beach and to water parks, to enjoy all of the girls running around in skimpy bikinis who want nothing but approval on how sexy they look. For some reason though, this summer, the summer before I head to college, there was only one girl who caught my eye, better yet, one woman.

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*Author's Note: Any and all person's engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** "Daddy, will you come read me a story?" Tina asked as she peered into the living room. "What?" Burt looked up from the news. "Will you come..." his eighteen year old daughter repeated. "Tina, for God's sake, you're eighteen years old; aren't you a little too old for such foolishness?" Burt asked.

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Okay, so a little about me. I am 48 years old, 6'1", 185 lbs, single (divorced many years ago), live on Cape Cod but love to travel and am an independent investor. Last September, I drove to one of my favorite North American cities, Montreal. My intent was to research several local companies and as well as to soak up the local culture. I am convinced that many of the most gorgeous women in the world live in Montreal. Unlike most parts of the States, many of them dress in a sophisticated manner and show real outward personality. Their accents also drive me crazy. Unfortunately many of them smoke cigarettes but that is a complaint for a different venue.

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