This happened a couple of years before Nicole and I were married. We had been dating for about 3 years and had always enjoyed a great sex life. Both being very open with each other, we had discussed our fantasies freely, often trying them out in the privacy of our basement apartment.
We experimented with anal sex, which we both enjoyed and had a gel dildo we would use on Nicole to give her the sensation of having two
So, maybe based on true events. Several years ago while attending a conference for my then employer, had a presentation by a Mom and son team as described in the story. As the day long presentation went on, it seemed to me as if there was a very complex relationship going on…lots of touches, looks and caresses and so the idea for a story began and now I’ve finally set it down on paper. I hope you like it. As always, this is a work of fiction…inspired by real life events,
My Name is Robert Walsh and I have been through some significant transformations in my life and I need to tell someone about them; “I need to tell my story”.
How it began…
I am 49 years old now, but this all began for me about 39 years ago when I was a boy living with my mom in a 1 bedroom apartment in the basement of the Babylon Shores Motel. I didn’t know this at the time but my mom had been divorced because my dad had caught her several times in our house screwing her
My Name is Robert Walsh and I have been through some significant transformations in my life and I need to tell someone about them; “I need to tell my story”.
How it began…
I am 49 years old now, but this all began for me about 39 years ago when I was a boy living with my mom in a 1 bedroom apartment in the basement of the Babylon Shores Motel. I didn’t know this at the time but my mom had been divorced because my dad had caught her several times in our house screwing her
I remember when I took you off on a romantic get-away. At our one year anniversary I stole you away to a vacation cabin nestled away in a secluded valley of Hocking Hills. We spent time hiking through the trails hand in hand, observing the beautiful scenery, and listening to the sounds of nature. The sounds of birds singing in the trees, bee’s buzzing, and the wind sifting through the leaves all added to the delicious adventure.
At one point on our excursion we even kicked off our shoes
A few years ago I was 18, and like many 18 year old guys I wanted to “get big” so I went to the gym pretty often to work out. My Stepmom was married to my dad not long before my 18th birthday, and recently she had been coming to the gym with me. She liked to stay in shape. She was more than 10 years younger than my dad; she was forty years old and my dad was in his early fifties.
She was an attractive woman with a great smile. She had a surprisingly nice figure for her age, her
I suppose a lot of people would consider me to be a slut now. But I don’t think it’s my fault, really. I mean, what else could have happened?
I was one of those girls who started to flower into womanhood early. I was a skinny young girl who wore a B-cup brassiere when I was still in the sixth grade. I was completely embarrassed by my development. I dressed to avoid showing my rapidly blossoming femininity. Layered clothing became the norm along with a shoulders-hunched-forward
It was a stressful day. My first time travelling for work. It was 10:30pm already and I had just got back to my hotel room after a day at the client followed by a dinner with my workmates. My light blue suit was feeling uncomfortable and tight. I needed some time for myself to bath, watch TV, just unwind and not thinking about work.
I placed the laptop on the desk, took out a mineral water from the bar fridge, turned on the bedside lamp and as I got up to go and turn on the bath tap I decided
I am a manager at a local manufacturing firm and spend most days at the factory, working in the office or walking round the shop floor. I enjoy the work but often wish I could get out more and meet different people. I was therefore delighted when my boss suggested I might go to London to meet some customers and visit their factory. It would involve spending a night in a hotel, something I rarely got the chance to do.
My wife was not too happy about me staying away but I assured her it was only