Peeping Son_(3)

CHAPTER THREE.. So after aunt Deena & I got finished with our breakfast, we cleaned up the kitchen and the living room where we ate, slept & fucked the night before. It took us no more than 45 minutes to get everything done. Then she suggested that we take a shower together, because of what we did overnight. But I also knew that aunt Deena might still be a little horny, because she was getting a little frisky with me. But what did I care, I just made sweet love to my mom's younger, sexier sister I called my aunt. So...

She was trained to be a slave. Her name was Claire, her new master just calls her a bitch or cunt and other dirty things. *** “Claire!” her boyfriend called upstairs. “Are we still goin’ to that party tonight?” “Yeah!” she yelled back, “Go out to the car, I just need to grab my purse and piss.” She heard the door shut, she went to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, rubbing her thighs when she’d pulled down her mini skirt. Claire’s only intention was to make herself wet, her boyfriend was huge when he got hard and without...

My soon to be wife Annie had taken a job out of town and I only saw her every two weeks or so. I was so missing her. She and I had become long distance lovers. She was scheduled for a flight home on Friday night. I was going to pick up her son Zakk from his dorm and the two of us were going to pick her up at the airport and enjoy the weekend together. Zakk is in his first year of college he is studying to be a make up artist for stage and screen. He and I...

It started early Sunday morning on Memorial Day weekend when I got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. We were renting a beach house in the Outer Banks and I was really thirsty from the veggie pizza we had for dinner. I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen. I heard the living room TV on and assumed the two girls had come back late from their meet up with the boys they earlier teased at the beach, watched some TV and had left it on. I caught a glimpse of the TV from the...

Apple parked her car about a block from the beach, and strolled towards where her friends said the party would be. Rebecca had invited her earlier in the week, and said that she had some friends she “really wanted her to meet,” whatever that meant. Apple was just looking to get out of the house after a long week, so any excuse worked. The party was at Rebecca’s friends beach house, and was rolling pretty good by the time Apple showed up. She had gotten on the beach about a half mile up, and walked to the house from the beach...

My name is Hunter Silvan. I am nineteen and had just finished burying the last of my family. We have lived here at the base of the northern mountains for ten generations. I have grown up learning to fight, track and hunt, my mother had made sure I could read and write as well. Life around the only pass out of the north was always hard. Besides the King’s Keep filled with soldiers, there were constant raids by Dark elves, orcs or goblins, there were occasionally trolls or long toothed lions. I straightened and looked across the fields in the valley...

Officer Dan responding to a call from Angela (a police dispatcher), saw them in front of the alley, congregating again. Jesus, these hookers are like cockroaches; you just can't get rid of them he thought to himself as he turned on the red & blue lights of his patrol car. Dan thought about calling it in, but decided against it; he wasn't very well liked by his fellow cops these days. Nothing good would come from mentioning this to dispatch. Officer Rosita, his former partner had just been assigned desk duty, pending an investigation thanks to testimony that Officer Dan had...

Wow, got some nice comments, thank you to all those who are reading my work, I’ll try to put out more. And I apologize for the lead up in the story if it takes too long. After a Wednesday that would make most people want me dead for my luck my Thursday was actually boring. Get up, eat, do school, come home, and enjoy time with my family. “So your mother and I are heading out of town this weekend,” my father says as we’re eating dinner. I freeze solid; my internal clock is racing a mile a minute. My loving...

I have described it as Fiction, but most of my writings are semi-biographical. Not that I am embellishing, more like I'm toning down the reality. I was home alone when I got the call that my Uncle George was dead. I went to the funeral and met some relatives that I never knew I had. George was my dad’s older brother. I had to fly alone, my mom and step dad didn’t want to come. My dad died when I was two, so I never knew him. My mom remarried one year later to a traffic homicide cop who was investigating...

Ah, but if you'd seen her you'd understand... To be honest, the tutorials were starting to get a little on the dull side. Don't get me wrong, I was enjoying the course on the whole, but I was into my second year now and I was still yet to come across a tutor who inspired me. Most of them seemed tired of their work, biding their time until retirement. Week in week out, I was set difficult but hardly stimulating tasks, and each week I would come back feeling I had gained very little. History is a passion. I had fallen...