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For everyone who was waiting on this third installment, I'm sorry about the delay. I've had a wicked case of writer's block that finally seems to be gone, for anyone who didn't, feel free to check out parts 1 and 2 if you like this one. Thanks again for all your suggestions and comments. They really mean a lot. Enjoy!

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"I should call the cops and charge you with rape," Kristi said. "I'm not sure it's rape when you beg me to fuck you," Ryan replied. "Temporary insanity." Ryan laughed sarcastically. "Insane with lust." Mother and son were sitting in Ryan's college apartment, less than twenty four hours since the nineteen year old student fucked his thirty nine year old mother on the lawn of a nearby house.

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Part 2: Burning Girls Sandy's pretty sure that Mum's fucking her best friend. I'm not so sure. My name's Sally. Sandy's my twin sister. They say that whenever twins are born there's a sensible one and a not so sensible one. I'm the sensible one - or at least, that's what I tell myself. She'd disagree. But whoever's the sensible one Sandy's the one that jumps to conclusions. That we can agree on. She's actually pretty good at it, too. Well, most of the time. *****

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You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! I don’t know what pervert said it to my sister but I wish I could find him so I could shake his hand and thank him. I was home from college when my stepsister, Jenny, came home from high school in a huff. We were not really tight as her mom and my dad had only been married four years and I had been gone 2 of them at college. But she looked at me as a confidant and older brother. She felt she could come to me when she had problems and needed help.

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Chapter 1 Roxanne had had enough with boys. The eighteen-year old blue-eyed redhead slammed down the phone. Frankie was just like all the others. She had caught him flirting with Jennifer again, and this time it was more than playful. Last night at the party when she saw him touching Jennifer's arm, and then saw her brush her hand by his crotch, that was it. The phone call only confirmed her suspicions. He didn't even try to deny it, just said that he still wanted to see Roxanne and to please forgive him. Fuck that.

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This is the sequel to 'I'll just borrow Matt, sweetheart. Pure fantasy, so you don't need to tell me it's unlikely! Anne sat for a while after Matt left, with a smile on her face, remembering the taste of him in her mouth, the feel of his lips at her pussy as he ate her to climax, of the sensation of his rock-hard prick as he took her from behind, taking her over the top to another climax. After four years without any sex after her husband's untimely death, Matt's teenaged virility had certainly reminded her of the pleasures to be found.

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One for the contest schedule. Margot and her son find a nudist beach, which leads to the mother's desire to have her pussy shaved. Who's going to help her? What happens after? I hope you enjoy the piece. If you do, vote for it in the story contest by clicking the stars below. Send feedback if you like. Feedback can be given in public comments below, by PM on Lit forums, or email. If you want a response, email is best. I've re-read this a few times and 'corrected' as I went - there are probably errors that remain; if there are I hope they don't detract from the overall enjoyment. All characters depicted are above the age of 18. GA - Cancun, Mexico - 13th June 2012. He dropped the used razor into the bowl of water and looked up from his handiwork. His mother smiled. Picking up the fresh towel he dabbed the corner into the water and then wiped the residual mess of shaving foam from her smooth vulva. Margot Barry looked at her son. She smirked and said, 'We really shouldn't be doing this, Mark.'

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I struggled not to run home from school. It would arrive and day now and just the thought caused my heartbeat to quicken. Typically I got the mail before my mother, so I was not too concerned that she might discover it. If she did, I had a good excuse prepared, a reaction which I had practiced many times, for why an 18-year old boy would receive such a thing.

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Stephanie made me feel like a stud that afternoon. We woke slowly from our nap wrapped in each other's arms. She rolled me over on my back and went to the bathroom. She returned looking refreshed and had a hot washcloth in her hand. She used it to wipe our combined juices from me. The heat felt great and her touch was wonderful. The steamy heat and her touch were bringing back to life. Before she had finished, I was again sporting a formidable erection.

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It was becoming a regular habit now. Once for sure, more often twice, and once in awhile, 3-times a week I would go by Cathy's early in the morning to say "Hi". To maintain protocol, I would even go by the dreaded week and get terrific blow jobs. Often, I arrived even before Bill pulled out and headed for work. We would chat, then I would head in to lay some meat between my sisters thighs.

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