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 […]

“Beep, beep, beep.” The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn’t looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn’t required to take.
My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn’t look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5′5″, 120 lbs, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I’ve ever seen.
An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor’s name. If I had, I wouldn’t have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.
” Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39…” She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn’t happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.
After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn’t tell anybody I was her son. She didn’t want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class.
The first couple of weeks weren’t that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I’d always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, “Hey, look at […]

Bert Bayne sat in the rear of the darkened club and watched his daughter perform on stage. She was naked, sandwiched between a man and a woman. The man rubbed his cock on her rump as the woman sucked her breasts.
Bert’s prick stiffened as he watched his daughter. She was in her early twenties, quite pretty, with curled blond hair and brown eyes. She was big-boned and full-bodied; not chubby, just firm with a full body. She had big tits and a big ass.
He stroked his crotch as he watched his daughter being licked. The woman, an attractive redhead, now had her face buried between his daughter’s thighs and was licking her pussy. The man had his dick at her mouth and she sucked avidly on it.
Bert’s peter was now stiff and throbbing and he openly rubbed it. Most of the other people sitting in the club did the same. The threesome on stage were putting on a hot show and all the spectators were affected by it; Bert most of all.
It had been two years since he had seen his daughter. He had served a stretch in jail for certain “underworld” offenses. His daughter Tammy had periodically written to him when he was in jail. In the last letter he had received from her, she had informed him of her move to Los Angeles, and the letter bore a return address that Bert guessed was a film or media location.
Upon his release from jail, he headed for Los Angeles.
The address indeed turned out to be a film company’s location: Firecum Productions, one of many XXX film production companies in the Los Angeles area. At Firecum Productions, Bert learned that his daughter had recently appeared in a film, but that she was not under contract to the production company and her current address was unknown. But he also learned that she, like a number of other “porno” actresses, worked in certain clubs when she was between films. He obtained a list of the clubs.
He would go to each one till he found his daughter, but he first wanted to see the film in which she had appeared.
It was easy enough to see it. The film was playing in a number of X-rated movie houses…
Bert sat in the movie theater and watched the film. It was hot and arousing. His daughter had a major role in the movie. He stroked his prick as he watched a man pump his dick from behind in Tammy’s cunt as she licked a woman’s pussy.
I’m going to fuck you, Bert silently said to his daughter on the screen. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to fuck you. He rubbed his rock-hard cock. And that’s not all I’m going to do. I’m going to ride you…You’re going to carry me…You’re going to work for me…You’re going to make me money–a lot of money.
After watching the film, Bert began his search in the clubs. It didn’t take him long to strike pay dirt. […]

When I was 16 and my sister was 14, she was constantly a bitch to me. No matter what I did, it pissed her off. We lived on a farm and had played doctor and fooled around bunches until I got a girlfriend about 6 months before. I didn’t know that Amy was just jealous of the time I was spending with my girlfriend.
One afternoon, I had just put the tractor in the barn, when Amy came out and started in on me.
“Jesus Christ, you almost ran over the dog when you came through!.”
I had had it. I reached around her and pulled the door shut. We were alone in the barn. “Why have you been such a bitch?” I asked.
“You have ignored me ever since you started dating Mary.”
“THAT’S your problem??”
“We used to have so much fun together and now you don’t even talk to me,” she whined.
With that, I picked her up and turned her over me knee and pulled down her jeans. “You are acting like a child and I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Amy struggled as I tugged off her jeans, fought so hard that I also pulled off her panties. Her bare white ass was set off by the magnificent tan from working in her bikini. My cock was stiffening as I spanked her pretty little ass. Amy stopped struggling and her pussy was dripping as I felt my hand warming her ass. Our dog, Tony, was a large collie, he was great bringing the cows in for milking, but was now sniffing the air. He could tell that a juicy pussy was nearby.
“So Amy, you haven’t been getting enough attention, eh? Well that’s going to change. Here, boy.”
Tony came over and immediately put his nose into Amy’s sticky twat. “Don’t let him do that!” she yelled.
I just smiled as I spread her ass cheeks for the dog. He licked from her clit to her asshole and back. Amy was reacting to the rough tongue going where only I had before. She climaxed as I held her immobile.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I told Amy.
“Enough is enough. You’ve had your fun. Let me go!” She protested.
“No Amy, enough is not enough. You came, but Tony didn’t. If you take good care of him, maybe he’ll eat you again.” I pushed her off my lap and onto the barn floor. Pulling her shirt and bra up over her titties, I reached down and sqeezed her nipples hard. Amy was crying when she realized that the dog was going to fuck her, no matter what she wanted. My own cock was stiff as her face pressed against my pants and Tony began riding her leg, masturbating furiously.
Laughing at her predicament, I grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled him forward. His sliver like cock was thrusting in the air, but soon found pay dirt. Tony soon had worked his entire dick into my sister’s tight little pussy. Despite herself, the friction soon had Amy panting […]