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Hi all! Here’s another story for you, and I hope you enjoy it. I just put up a website of all my stories, including the ones not appropriate for IQ, and I’d be honored if you’d visit and read my stuff there. The URL is not allowed to be posted here so email me for it if you want. My email address is at the end of the story. Now enjoy the story below!

Tryst

by Spectreofhell

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Nina my 19 year old sister returned home after he husband deserted her. She got a note and all his things were gone when she returned home from a visit to the doctor. Nina is a pretty girl tall at 5′9″ and very slim at 118lbs with short dark hair and a pixie face with green eyes. I had harbored a secret crush on my sister since I was 10 years old.

If you live with a sister you get the right to look down her blouse and see her walk around in her bra and panty. As a teen Nina never seemed aware that if she bent over while wearing a low cut house dress I could see all the way down to her panties. Once she bent over to get something and her thong was there before my eyes and her round ass cheeks. I never gave myself away.
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Favorite Uncle

I’m just scooter trash – that’s what I’ve been called most of my adult life. I work a steady job, always have, and always will. But still nobody respects my biker lifestyle. That is what makes this story so interesting – some respect and from an unexpected corner.

I was cruising the other day, nice early summer day, 80 degrees and sunny - wonderful weather to ride. I’d been on the bike for about five hours when I first spotted her walking down the road; cute little ass swinging side to side in some jean shorts and a white t-shirt, brown hair blowing in the breeze. She wasn’t thumbing a ride and I saw her blow-off one driver who stopped and offered. I turned the bike around and rode back by for a better look – not bad. Didn’t have huge tits, but she was cute – looked to be in her mid to late teens. Anyway, she smiled at me when I rode by and waved. So – I turned around again and stopped. She said she’d just had a fight with her boyfriend and needed a ride.
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Favorite Uncle – part 2

To say that I was surprised is an understatement. Here I am in the shower with this young girl, she’s on her knees sucking my cock and her mom walks into the bathroom. …

Her (mom’s) first reaction was to scream “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” and “Who the hell are you?” – then she stopped in mid-sentence and said “ Mike? Is that you?”

Brittney looked up at her mom and said “Mom – he looks just like Uncle Mike, rides a bike and I wanted him – and I know you do too.” Her mom – Cathy slowly closed the door and just stood there, watching me in the shower, her young daughter on her knees with my cock in her mouth and she smiled, and said “Yes baby, I know you want him and I do too.”
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Hi all! Got another story for you to enjoy, hope you like it. I know I sometimes get ragged because so many of my stories involve romance between the people fucking, but that’s just how I am. I don’t get off on BDSM or slutty chicks who’d as soon fuck a busload of immigrants as they would dear old Daddy. I like emotional committment. Sorry if this bothers anyone, but I think the sex means more when there’s a deeper connection. For those of you who’d like to read something non-romantic, I write that too and it’s on my website. Can’t give you the URL in the post, but if you message me I’ll gladly fork it over. Enough blather, here’s the story!
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Mom’s Wedding Gown

By Spectre

Mark tried not to shiver as his mother leaned heavily against him, tried not to enjoy the softness of her body or the flowery smell of her hair. Tried not to get a hard on again. She looked up at him, smiling, and giggled drunkenly as he fumbled with her keys and opened the front door. “You’re so sweet to help me home,” she said, then lifted up on her toes to kiss his cheek dangerously close to his lips.

“Mom, you’re drunk,” he said, more to remind himself than her, to convince himself that she was flirtatious because of the liquor and because she was angry at Dad. “I couldn’t let you drive home like this. Come on, let me get you inside.”
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Even though she was my daughter, I couldn’t help staring from under the
brim of my cap as she walked out the patio door, across the tiled surface,
around the deep end of the swimming pool toward her favorite sunning
chair. She had blossomed over the past year, transforming from a tall,
scrawny, awkward girl into a bouncing, curvaceous goddess. No matter how
many times my mind screamed, “She’s your 15 year old daughter!” My cock
twitched each time I saw her - no matter what she was wearing. And right
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This story is made up by me, based on bits and pieces from historic things I’ve read years ago.

It’s the late 19th Century and there lived a man called Edward. He was a gentleman in his late fifties and he had a proud large grey beard and handlebar moustache. Edward was a respectable man, and he was also an artist and he painted nude portraits of women during his spare time. Photography was new in those days for someone like him, coming across it took learning. He soon mastered it and photographed people, and in private he took pictures of naked ladies he had met. These women were not common prostitutes but wives and relatives of other respected gentlemen. Money was exchanged, but no sex.
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One from my collection…

Mom Takes Advantage

I had just graduated from college, age 23. I was seeing a pretty
wild girl, Susan, who was very into bondage and control. Things
had not been going very well between us, and I had a feeling that
tonight would probably be our last date.

I was living at home with Mom, Dad died about 5 years before, and
the expenses were much cheaper than having my own place. Of
course, this meant having to be more careful when having a
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FALL BREAK WITH BRITTANY

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Early Wednesday afternoon I arrived home from school for Fall break. Seven weeks had passed since starting college to study journalism. I wasn’t feeling homesick, but I did want to hang out with some old friends and maybe go out with Angela, a girl I’d dated over the summer. There were plenty of chics at school that appealed to me, but I hadn’t been able to hook up with any of them yet.
With both Mom and Dad working and my sister in school, I knew no one would be home. Carrying my things thru the back door, I saw a note hanging there for me. It read: Welcome home Brandon…Please pick up Brittany from cheerleading practice at 3 PM and stop at the store for whatever soda and snacks you want. There’s money on the kitchen table. Love, Mom. This wasn’t the best way to spend the first afternoon of my break, but Dad gave me his old car, so I didn’t mind when they asked me to run errands or pick up my little sister.
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