Taboo Family Stories

The next morning I woke up with my cock already hard and throbbing against my stomach. Sunlight filtered through the old lace curtains of my childhood bedroom, but my mind wasn’t on the familiar surro

The old country road felt longer than I remembered. My beat-up Honda rattled over the familiar potholes as the sun dipped low, painting everything in that soft golden light that always made Grandma’s

Irica stood at the living room window on Wednesday evening, watching Tom’s car pull up with Jasmine inside. Her body was still sore in the most delicious ways. Every step reminded her of the last twen

Irica’s heart was racing as she waved goodbye from the doorstep. Tuesday evening had brought the news she both dreaded and craved more than anything: Tom had been called away for an overnight work tri

Irica woke up Monday morning with a delicious ache between her legs. Every movement reminded her of yesterday’s long, forbidden fuck in the guest room. Patric’s thick cock stretching her, pounding her

Irica woke up on Sunday morning with her body already humming. The memory of Patric’s thick fingers buried deep inside her under the blanket last night, the way she had come so hard she nearly soaked

Irica woke up with a guilty throb between her legs. The memory of last night’s kitchen encounter and the way she had fingered herself to orgasm while her husband slept beside her made her cheeks burn.

Irica stood in the small guest bedroom of their Islington terraced house, smoothing the fresh duvet cover with nervous hands. The late October rain drummed steadily against the sash windows, the kind

I never thought Christmas Eve would end with me on my knees in Max’s basement, collared, dripping, and begging my cousin-in-law to fuck me senseless. But here we were. My name is Poly. I’m 26, marrie

Hey all, Martin here with the last part of my confession. If you’ve read the previous chapters, you already know how deep I fell. My 21-year-old fat, lazy granddaughter Anmika went from being the girl