How humiliating. Here I am, a once-successful thirty-something, happily married, or so I thought, two kids, great house, great life, blah, blah, blah. And now…I’m looking up at the façade of my old childhood home, watching the moving men carting in the few boxes I have, the remnants of that successful life that’s now wrecked to hell and back. Ye gods, does anything spell “loserville” like moving back home with your mommy???
I grabbed another box from the back of
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.
Twice in the last
All the characters in this story can vote in Federal elections
I’d not been home in over four years.
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As my folks had divorced while I was in my senior year of college, I’d gone straight to work at a hedge fund in Connecticut. I guess I chose the job to put as much distance between all the family pain and myself as I could. I of course sent the obligatory greeting cards on holidays and birthdays, both to my parents and my sister, but other than a few phone calls from my mother,
It’s Dayna’s fault again.
It’s Dayna’s fault that I’m up at 3:30 in the morning on a Thursday, struggling to keep my eyes open, nursing a bourbon, sitting in my office. That girl is nothing but trouble.
I’ve raised three kids now and two of them turned out fine. Julie is in med school, dating a handsome venture capitalist who knows exactly how much to kiss up to me. Tommy is a little bit of an introvert, but studying computer programming at MIT is an
NakdSalr’s “Mom Takes a Ride” (1 & 2), and byRetired04’s “Sitting On My Son’s Lap”, are both slightly absurd, fun and erotic situations, with a Mom going for an extended ride sitting on her son’s lap, with others in the car. IMHO “Mom Takes a Ride” sets a high bar for this kind of story, being a quick easy read, and the car scene ridiculously erotic.
I thought I’d take a shot at a similar story, from the Son’s point of
As might be expected, dinner that evening at the DeVries household was somewhat awkward. Christopher picked hesitantly at his pasta, not trusting his stomach. He just couldn’t settle down. His heart would palpitate for twenty minutes at a stretch, and just as he’d start to relax he’d think of the delights he might earn in the next few months, and the whole process began again. He was getting exhausted just sitting.
“So mom, I’ve been thinking.”
“Hm.
For a moment when she woke up the next morning Dana was confused. She was alone in her bed. Had the previous night been just a wild, intense dream? From the aching of her head she knew that her drinking hadn’t been a dream. It had all seemed so real, but where was Mike? Had he been so freaked out when he sobered up and woke up beside his mom that he ran out of the apartment?
Dana’s fears were quickly put aside when she heard a rattling noise from the kitchen. She felt a little
This is another Chapter of Carol’s Series.
I’m an “amateur” writer and, in addition, English is not my mother tongue.
To write a single Chapter requires a big effort, from me: long time and language’s difficulties.
Therefore, let me ask, please, to judge my writing on the basis of its “contents” (if you like it or not) and not from an aesthetic or “formal” point of view.
Please, read my “Note” at the end of the Story.
All the
I am sharing my history with you for fun not trying to get a good grade for English class. I did a spell check that’s good enough. Enjoy my story and comment on the story, not the grammar.
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Last night was fresh in my memory, I had seen Ben’s sleeping erection and then later I awoke to him having a wet dream and shooting his load on my bare back.
I look at Ben and think, he is 18 it would be fun to see how a little teasing might affect Ben. If your just reading this second story
It was a warm night as Emma was lying in her bed. Resting peacefully, her thoughts gently strayed into a gentle sex scene with another woman. Her breaths quickened as the heat slowly built, these thoughts came more and more often now. It was only ever in the mornings that she felt any amount of guilt about her thoughts the night before, however during the night, nothing stoped her. She had never, not once, had touched herself when thinking about women daring not to take that step, but this time