My Apologies, apparently it has been seven years since I penned and didn't resolve a particular story. I never planned on resolving it, though I still could if I can find it, but I always planned on writing more! This is a Different Story. It is True, it actually happened last night. Let me first describe how the buildup took years. Background. I had impure thoughts about my Cousin from the moment I started having impure thoughts. Family functions, Days at the Beach or the River. Sporting or Music events! Once I started noticing girls, she got my leers and glances, occasionally even inno… 続きを読む

I know, I know. Its been a while. A lot of things were certain to me by know. First, and foremost, my cock had never been harder nor needed release more than it did at that moment. Second, I could absolutely be *******! Thus, thirdly, my cock was going to have to wait. "I dare you to help me put your mom to bed", I said, standing up slowly, stretching, giving this snowbird an unhindered, close-up view of my full-on fire hydrant. "What?" was all she managed for a reply, hints of sadness, regret, and perhaps even a twinge of relief seeped through her quietly screeched word. Up to this p… 続きを読む

If I had written, in Part One, that it was a long weekend, by now you would believe me? I can only relate this tale as it occurred, whether or not it titillates you, or helps you find your happy ending, I cannot control. Having said that, believe what I am telling you, I REALLY wanted to FUCK something at this point. My cock was seeking more, always more. It was furiously engorged, blissfully gripped in Shelley's fist of fury, and purple-headedly pointing and her sweet young girl, DanyAnne. I stood proud between the two of them, DanyAnne seated with my left leg between hers, her mother the… 続きを読む

Yes. I am sitting in a small four person hot tub with my (former) sister-in-law Shelley and her *********** DanyAnne. I had reached, and maintained, my Zen level of inebriation, perfectly plowed. All of my normal reservations about participating in events such as this, were long since departed. Even under normal circumstances I wouldn't have had THAT many worries about this situation, and currently my only one was that there were three empty glasses in the room. I had decided to accept a dare from DanyAnne. She was still giggly, bouncy, and generally having a great time. She should have bee… 続きを読む

Dinner had been just okay, it soaked in some of the alcohol anyways. I hated the idea of anyone sobering up, but since the three of us (yes, Shelley quite obviously is a terrible mother as well as conversationalist) had full drinks, I doubted that was going to happen. Shelley locked my cabinet before dinner, I found out later that DanyAnne planned on dumping my tray in the toilet, so I was glad she had. The monster bong sat on the floor, smoking lazily, off to the side. The three of us were sprawled on my thick fake-fur (I assured DanyAnne) rug in front of the crackling fire. Shelley had… 続きを読む

Shelley sat sideways on my recliner, her left leg dangling. Her camel-toe had returned but, mercifully, she was silent. This woman, sister of my late-wife, essentially spread-eagled on my la-z-boy in white yoga pants (with a visible black thong) and tight red University sweatshirt, simply annoyed the fuck out of me when she spoke! Bossy, Know-it-All, mean bitch. The kind of person that lets someone else speak for two reasons: she's either catching her breath or waiting for the speaker to remind her of something else she wants to say. Then, she promptly interrupts the speaker for more of her se… 続きを読む

Part 2 is on my blog right now. "Mom, I think the roads are closed" DanyAnne looked up from her phone as she said this. "No Way" Shelley looked out the front porch. Snow was coming down in thick clumps, and it was a little darker outside than it should have been for early afternoon. "Doesn't seem that bad" said Vagina Knievel. Her ass looked so amazing in those white yoga pants as she leaned out the front door. I knew that the tree cover around my cabin absorbed much of the snow, and if that much was coming down, even the road below my driveway would be buried. The weren't going anywh… 続きを読む

Understand a few things. As I leaned against my ( now closed) bedroom door, silk pajamas around my ankles, I was shit-faced. It's easy to sit on your porch, alone, listen to Dylan, drink booze and appreciate the landscape. Functioning around other human beings? Well, I hadn't tried much of that lately. The glaringly annoying errors, typos, etc. in this story, as well as its very presence, also owe allegiance to sweet, sweet alcohol. I wasn't spinning too much, but the top of my left foot, the thin spot with lots of bones underneath, hurt like hell from where the .32 had quietly, but pain… 続きを読む

I gave up on the real world. The reality of 40 hours a week; 9 to 5; Monday through Friday lockup no longer interested me. I used to wear a uniform, provide a service, vote, pay taxes, serve on jury duties and so many other things. I worried: about the bills, advancement of our careers, what I drove, etc. Now: simply put, I have none of those problems. My wife was killed while being driven by her drunk boss, whom she was sleeping with I was to find out, to a work mandated conference during a terrible storm. I took a very large settlement from her company and her boss's lawyers, cashed ou… 続きを読む