Tom and Mary Waters lived happily in the suburbs, in their modest home, with their two fine young children. Mary was a very loving mother and a pretty young wife. She had a small frame with short dark hair and bright hazel eyes. Mary was very well proportioned and worked out regularly. Her pear shaped breasts were just the right size for height and weight. She had a forceful, but not overly dominant personality. She loved and respected her husband but she would be considered the stronger member of the couple.
Tom was a good husband and able provider. He worked hard at his accounting job and loved his pretty young wife very much. His personality though was decidedly weaker than Mary’s was. He mostly went along with whatever she wanted. Like his wife, he had a small frame and dark colored hair. Tom wore those round wire frame glasses that really gave him the typical “accountant look.”
Mary was very close with her mother and her sister Lauren. All three women spent a lot of time together and got along unusually well. Their mom had a very strong influence over the two girls, sometimes to Tom’s displeasure. It was not unusual for Mary to end up doing something for her mother or for Lauren that Tom didn’t approve of. He had learned long ago, however, that he was better off just to be quiet and stay out of it.
Lauren’s husband Larry, was kind of the black sheep of the family. He worked construction during the summer and mostly loafed around the house and drank beer all winter. This was clearly evidenced by his fat beer gut that hung distastefully over his belt. He was big and strong though, and had a crude manner about him. Lauren and Tom didn’t approve of Larry and they both considered him vulgar.
Mary didn’t care to be around her ill-mannered brother in law too much. She always felt he was leering at her, trying to undress her with his eyes. Sometimes Mary would be inadvertently wearing a tight fitting outfit when visiting her mother and sister. She could always count on old unemployed Larry to corner her somewhere in the house and whisper vulgarities like “nice tits sis” or “that’s some nice piece of ass” in her ear. She always tried to wear something bulky to ward off his mocking disrespect.
Mary’s sister Lauren was not too pretty with her buckteeth and pug nose. Her hair was died blond and stiff as straw from over application of dies and rinses. She didn’t have a clue about the uses and purpose of makeup. She was always painted up to the hilt. She had a pear shaped figure with too little on top and too much around the hips. To Tom, Lauren looked just like her mom. He figured that she was perfect for her deadbeat and brutish husband.
Lauren, of course, was very jealous of her sister Mary. She was jealous of her good looks, of her nice […]

Jane Mayon undressed in her bedroom and put on her girl scout outfit, picked up the cloth bag filled with boxes of cookies, and then headed out. She called to her mother as she went through the living room: “Mom, I’m going.” Her mother answered from the kitchen: “Hold on, dear.”
Jane waited impatiently at the living room door. Her mother came from the kitchen and asked her: “Where exactly are you going? Are you selling or are you delivering?”
“I’m delivering,” Jane replied. “I’m going to some of the places on the list.”
“I’ll drive you,” her mother said.
“Oh Mom, no. I’m just going to a few places–four or five–just around the neighborhood. To Aunt Clara’s and Mrs. Wallace and the Simmons’, and Uncle Dick. Just the ones who have placed orders for the cookies and are within walking distance.”
“Okay, dear,” her mother said, “but remember, dinner is at six. Don’t let Aunt Clara trap you into having tea and talking, or else she’ll keep you there and you’ll never get out.”
“I know,” Jane replied. “Well, I’m on my way.”
She left her house and walked down the residential street, planning her route as she walked along. Aunt Clara first, she thought, then the Simmons’, then cross the street and down to Mrs. Wallace, and then, last of all, on my way back, Uncle Dick.
Jane was a typical girl scout, in that she was an adolescent, fourteen years old, full of vim and curiosity, and a virgin. She was well-developed for her age; the girl scout outfit she wore fit snugly around her pubescent body, outlining her budding breasts, developing hips and thighs, and her perky rump. The outfit was short, ending a good six inches above her knees, showing plenty of her soft full legs.
Jane delivered the cookies to Aunt Clara, the Simmons’ and Mrs. Wallace, collected the money, and reflected on how many more boxes she needed to sell to win the computer. She had already sold a total of eight dozen boxes of cookies in the past three weeks, but she figured she would need to sell at least that many more to have any chance of coming in first in her scout troop, and winning the grand prize: a brand new pc. But time was running out. There was only one week left in the cookie sale. I need to find people who will buy more than one box, she thought. Maybe Uncle Dick will…
She made her way to her uncle’s house, thinking about him. Over the past year, he had become more attentive to her, calling her “sweetie” and “honey” (but only when no one else was around), and touching her. Whenever they were alone, he would find some way to touch her, to place his hands on her shoulders or arms or back or hips. Once, he had come to her house when her parents were gone, and he had finally pulled her onto his lap. He had stroked her hip and flank and nuzzled her […]

Lonnie Matlis undressed and slipped on swimming trunks. His bathing suit fit snugly around his hips, buttocks and crotch. The cloth material pressed upon his cock and balls, and he felt his prick stirring and growing stiff. It strained upon the bathing suit. He now had a full-fledged hard-on. But then it seemed he always had a hard-on. His dick seemed to stay in a constant state of stiffness.
Lonnie had recently undergone puberty, and his balls and cock tingled constantly and his thoughts dwelt almost entirely on his hard throbbing straining dick. He stayed in a state of arousal.
He stroked his peter and masturbated a lot, but no matter how often he beat his meat, it seemed to be ready to spring up at a moment’s notice. Especially when he thought about or saw his mom. Lonnie’s mother was in her early thirties, a film actress, attractive, and divorced. Summer had arrived, Lonnie was out of school and his mother was between films, so they spent most of their time together in the house.
Lonnie’s mother knew he was ‘at that age.’ She had seen him occasionally rubbing his crotch and had twice seen him masturbating. Once, she had passed his bedroom door and had seen him lying on the bed, on top of a pillow, pumping away at it. Lonnie had looked up and seen his mother, and knew she had seen him pumping the pillow. And once, she had opened the bathroom door and there was Lonnie standing by the commode, jacking his prick, rubbing it hard and fast. Again, Lonnie knew she had seen him. But she hadn’t said anything about it, so Lonnie had grown quite bold. He now masturbated openly in the bathroom and his bedroom.
He thought abut his mother a lot. She was so sexy, such a fox; and she was so casual and uninhibited around the house. She was somewhat flirty and free, occasionally kissing Lonnie on the cheek and touching his shoulders and arms. She tended to dress scantily, wearing a short silky robe or shorts. And she usually kept her bedroom door open. Lonnie had seen her in various stages of undress; once, he’d seen her naked. He had passed by her bedroom and she had been changing clothes. She was stark-naked. But she hadn’t acted embarrassed when Lonnie saw her. She had simply smiled at him and proceeded to dress….
Lonnie walked through the house to the rear and stepped out onto the patio. He saw his mother standing by the diving board of the swimming pool. She wore a red bikini.
Kathy Matlis was in her prime, and despite having a thirteen-year-old son was quite attractive with a pretty face and a nice body. Her chestnut hair fell in full shimmering waves past her shoulders, her eyes were big and violet, her skin was peachy tanned. The bikini she wore served only to cover the ‘bare necessities.’ Half her breasts, most of her rump and all of her legs were exposed.
Lonnie watched […]

It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The suburban neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing touch football in the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising. Yes, life was beautiful that day — just as life is ALWAYS beautiful at the Brady’s.
Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan and Cindy had come home in Mom’s car. But, just like it does every weekend, the Brady household was cumming alive.
Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike’s clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty of time to PLAY!
Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him and Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room.
“Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?” Greg decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household needed that night.
“Everyone up to MY room! Time to start the evening!”
Everybody ran up the stairs to Greg’s room, even Alice and Tiger. They all KNEW what Friday night meant up in Greg’s room. Not only speed and dope, but if they were lucky, maybe a bit of a “family affair” might start up, like it did LAST Friday. That would be great! Groovy!
Once everybody had sniffed a bit of Greg’s magic powder, Peter asked the group if it wanted to play “GQ Model”, like they did last Friday. “YAAAAAAY!”, said Cindy. She loved this game. So did Bobby! Oh yeah… Bobby LOVED GQ Model! Because it was always Bobby that got to pose for the group.
The rest of the family never told Bobby (cause they figured he’d be upset) that the pictures of him were sent to that strange man down the street to be used for some magazine that none of them had ever heard of. Yes…. In fact, Peter once said that he SAW some of the Bobby pictures a couple of weeks after playing GQ Model. Peter was in a drugstore, and he saw the picture that HE took of Bobby outside on the jungle jim. It was the picture where you could see Greg’s hands doing something to Bobby’s privates. It was making Bobby hard for the camera.
Anyway, everybody at this point was shaking and sweating profusely cause of Greg’s great speed. Alice was already pulling out her vibrator, and nervously fingering the switch. Everytime she made it go WRRRRRRRR, Tiger would start to wag his tail. Tiger KNEW what Alice’s “Love Gun” could do to a feisty beat up mutt.
Marsha walked over to Bobby and grabbed his crotch. “No!”, cried Bobby, “unbutton my shirt, and I want Peter to pull my pants down, like last week!” OK. Bobby got his way. Like he always did. They knew that if they let Bobby call some of the shots early in the GQ game, Bobby would owe each of them a few favors. […]

I HAVE TO ADMIT I HAD A REAL GOOD SUMMER ONE YEAR AGO. I NEVER EXPECTED IT BE SO INTRESTING. THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I SPENT MY SUMMER WITH MY AUNT.
IT ALL HAPPENED BECAUSE MY FAMILY THOUGHT IT BE A GOOD IDEA FOR ME TO SPEND TIME WITH MY AUNT MARY. I WOULD HELP HER OUT WITH HER BUSINESS. AT FIRST I DID NOT WANT TO GO. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE A REAL BAD TIME. WHAT WOULD I HAVE IN COMMON WITH A 38 YEAR OLD DIVORCED TEACHER. AFTER A FEW DAYS OF THINKING I DECIDED WHAT THE HELL I ARRIVE I STILL HAVE MY DOUBTS. WHEN I WALKED OUT OF THE AIRPLANE I GOT MY FIRST VIEW OF MY AUNT MARY. SHE LOOKED REAL GOOD. MARY WAS WEARING A HALF SHIRT AND WHITE SHORTS. SHE WAVED AT ME AND I WENT OVER OT HER AND GAVE HER A BIG HUG. MARY GAVE ME A HUGE SMILE. SHE WAS SO DAMN CUTE. I GAVE HER STOMACH A SMALL TAP AND MY AUNT GAVE ME A SMILE AGAIN. WELL TO GET TO THE JUICY PART/ IT ALL BEGAN ON THE 3RD DAY. I WENT UP STAIRS AND AUNT MARY WAS IN HER KITCHEN AND WEARING A SHIRT AND PANTIES. I JUST STARTED AT HER. LET ME TELL YOU MY AUNT MARY WOULD GET A LOT OF EYES. SHE HAD AN AWESOME BODY FOR A 38-YEAR-OLD. NICE MEDIUM SIZED BREAST, AND A GREAT ASS. SHE HAD NICE LIPS, A GREAT TONGUE. EVERYTIME I SEE HER NOW I WANT TO GIVE HER DEEP PASSONAITE KISSES. I WALKED UP TO HER AND I PUT MY HAND AROUND HER AND I SAID GOOD MORNING.
MY AUNT MARY FROM MY POSTION WAS LOOKING GOOD. AFTER WERE STARTED TO TALK AND KIND OF FIRNEDLY FLIRT BUT AFTER A LITTLE WHILE IT KIND OF JUST HAPPENED. MARY AND I WERE JOKING AROUND AND I COULD NOT CONTROL MYSELF SO I JUST KISSED HER ON THOSE AWESOME LIPS. I DID NOT KNOW HOW SHE WOULD REACT. SHE BACKED AWAY AND AFTER A FEW MINUTES SHE MONTIONED ME OVER AND TOLD ME SHE REALLY WANT TO BE A NAUGHTY AUNT NOW AND PLAY. MARY TOLD ME SHE WAS GOING TO TEACH ME HOW TO PLEASE AN AUNT. MARY GRABBED MY HANDS PLACED THEM ON HER CHEST. MY AUNT MARY SAID YOU LIKE HOW THEY FEEL. I NOD MY HEAD.
SHE TOLD ME TO REMOVE HER SHIRT. I TOOK OFF HER SHIRT AND SHE WAS WEARING A REALLY SEXY BRA. I GAVE MARY A SMILE AND SHE SAID YOU LIKE THEM HUH. I GO YEA I DO AUNT MARY SHE SAYS WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY WITH THEM. I GO YES AUNT MARY. SHE TOLD ME TO GO BEHIIND HER AND REMOVE HER BRA AND RELEASE THE STRAP WITH MY MOUTH I GOT BEHIND HER AND I PUT MY TEETH ON HER BRA STRAP. I THEN GAVE HER BACK A FEW LICK. I THEN WENT BACK TO REMOVING […]