Mable offered to help his friends Jake and Dean paint their home. He chose a beautiful shadow of mauve to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning, and noticed that they had already started when she opened the door.

Mable entered the living room and saw them engaged paintings. They wore shirts and shorts. He admired the bodies as they shone sweat. Dean talked and told her to take a brush and start. Mable decided it was better to take his mind from what he was thinking. She had been with Jake on several occasions, but never Dean. He wondered how he was, but he had to help bring their house together and not think about sex.

It all started the day I met my girlfriend’s parents for the first time. I was 19 and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she was 5'6" with her crushed hair and the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on a fence with her legs up and had a nice short skirt up. I was hoping that’s when I got up my skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.

It all started a Saturday afternoon when I walked in after sewing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started staring at me mercilessly.

“Gottcha!” she shook and continued to me against a wall. I started rebelling and tried to fight mom’s fingers from their tortures. Knowing that if I didn’t leave early, Mom would make me cry so loud.

We’ve done things like this since I was seven. In the morning, he woke me up at school, jumping on the bed I slept in, and he started teasing me until I begged him to stop. But I usually got here on the next weekend, because then Dad left for work very early, so mom went to bed late. While she was still asleep, I flew out of nowhere and landed on her bed, bouncing both in the air. In the past time, we moved to drop the ice cubes along the other shirts, water balloons from anywhere and when we worked in the courtyard, we would be sprayed each other with the garden pipe (although once we were not out when it happened. What a mess!). We basically acted more like best friends than mother and son.

The first year of Erica after the university was very disappointing for romance. He made friends, but he didn’t find any guy to play with. He crossed his wardrobe and selected a dress for one night in the city. First the black stockings attached to a satin garter belt. Then a pair of almost luminescent white panties, followed by a loose silk shirt and a skirt over the knee. Finally, some medium heels, a custom jacket, some light makeup and perfume. Erica decided to go to the Max Club, a bar north that was not too crowded. That night the crowd was lively, if small. It didn’t take long to attract the attention of a high blond. He was wearing a submissive leather jacket and black jeans. He choked at the table with another bottle of beer he was drinking.

Me and my hubby had always fantasized about me fucking other men. When we were gonna fuck, he’d tell me how much he wants me to get fucked by four or more guys at the same time. In return I told him the times I fucked before we were married and he would really turn on to hear me describe how their dicks felt going to me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.