Things were awkward. No matter how hard we tried to cover things up with pleasantries…I’d fucked my girlfriend’s mother. Memories kept me up at night…and questions. Was she planning it all along? When she offered to pick me up that day was it just kindness or did she know her husband would be out? Maybe she knew I’d be able to see through her dress when she returned from that shower? Maybe she knew I’d look in the wrong draw? Questions. Questions. Questions. Of course the more I pondered it, the clearer the memories became and the more they turned me on late at night. Every time I masturb… 続きを読む

Three years in and there was nothing. No love, no happiness and very, very little sex. We’d been through tough times before but our relationship was literally at breaking point. A part of me wondered if it was just a lack of release causing all the problems but bear in mind, I was the first man she’d slept with… she was not the first woman I’d slept with. Not by a long shot. For this reason, I constantly found myself comparing the little sex we did have with my past experiences and becoming horrifically bored with the routine. Kiss, clit rub, missionary, cum, tissue for her and relax. Her… 続きを読む