Mike and Dana spent several nights over the next couple of weeks sleeping together in Dana's bed. They didn't always fuck and sometimes they just held each other softly as they drifted off to sleep.
One night Mike commented that he was thinking of inviting Gina over for dinner at their apartment. Dana said to just let her know what night they picked and she would clear out and give them some privacy.
The sun was high in the sky the next morning before Jim finally stirred and woke up. In those first moments of being awake all the happy memories of the previous night flashed back to him. He rolled over hoping to find her beside him but found that he was alone in bed. He looked around the room and heard the water running in the shower. He settled back in bed and reflected back to last night.
This is a work of fiction and nothing more. Enjoy the fantasy, but keep it away from reality. Also, all characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older! The term 'teen' can refer to somebody who is 18 or 19 as well.
Ruth dropped Julie and Johnny off at their house, then drove quickly home. She knew her son was curious able why she had done what she had done and excited. He was quiet all the way home. She had not wrapped her beach robe about her body, but drove in her bikini. her son looking at her in a way he never had before.
After a long time, I wrote another Chapter of Carol's Series. Hope you will enjoy it!
After the long sex session with Carol and her son, John needed a refreshing bath. The large swimming pool in the backyard was the ideal site to recover his energies.
Jake's mother had just begun rubbing her sons cock through his shorts, which were now tented by his 8 inch member. Jake and his mother locked eyes for a brief moment before Jake winced with pleasure. Breaking the silence with a moan, Jake finally said:
"Don't stop Mom..."
Jesus Christ! Had he just said that? Really? He couldn't believe it. Here he was, 64 years old, and he finally couldn't prevent blurting out a yearning which should have stayed private for ever. It was a cliché, sure, but at that moment time just froze. He was conscious of no other sound or movement; perhaps his heart even stopped beating. The room was a photograph.
Due to her jet lag and the incredible fucks the previous day, Cindy slept in much later than Jim. When she finally woke up Jim was sitting on the balcony reading a book. He came in to greet her and teased her playfully about wasting the day away in bed. Cindy laughed when she heard her own words come back to her. She used to say that to Jim nearly every weekend and summer morning while he was growing up because he would sleep into the late morning or early afternoon on a consistent basis.
It all started when I was eighteen after graduation ceremony I took part in the all night party that the town puts on for all the seniors. I'm not really into the party scene mainly because I'm in a wheelchair and most homes aren't easy to access and with thirty to forty drunk people stumbling around it isn't really that safe for myself or them. I spend most nights at home either on the computer or watching television. My father died when I was a baby leaving mom and I to fend for ourselves which was hard on us both.
Summer vacation was winding down fast, taking with it the last vestiges of freedom that my sisters and I had been so thoroughly enjoying. All too soon, I would be starting my senior year in high school and it would be back to dull grind of boring routine.
"Samuel T. Young, you need a haircut, young man!"