Father Flanagan slowly woke up as the morning light crept through the bedroom window. His head hurt. He looked around. That's not my dresser, he thought. And this isn't my bed. Where am I? Turning, he saw a woman lying next to him, on her side, facing away from him. She was naked, and had long blonde hair. She looked a lot like his late wife. Then he remembered. The woman turned toward him. "Daddy!" she said. "You're awak...

Maria stood before her son's bedroom door. She held her fist up, ready to knock. She paused, a tiny twinge of guilt crossing her mind. For the last two months, she had spent every Sunday morning draining Matthew's balls, helping him to relieve his raging eighteen-year-old's erection so that he could go to Mass with her. At first, handjobs had been enough. But for the last month, it had taken blowjobs to get him to cum. Sh...

Maria knocked on her son’s bedroom door. “Matthew! It’s Sunday. Time to get ready for Mass.” Without waiting for an answer, she swung the door open. Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, sporting an enormous erection. “I’m ready for you to help me get ready, Mom!” He leered at her with an evil, lascivious grin. Maria sat on the edge of the bed, and traced one finger up and down the underside of her son’s cock. “How would y...

Maria knocked loudly on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass." Matthew's muffled voice came through the door. "I'm not going to Mass, Mom." Maria's eyes shot up. We'll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door. Matthew was lying in bed, covered with a blanket. His eyes were open, but he said nothing. "And just...

My cell phone rang on my way to my morning class. It was Jane. “Hi, Donny. You coming over tonight?” “Of course,” I said. “I have to study, and, well, I have to jerk off, too, you know.” “Great! I just wanted to let you know what tonight’s theme will be, so you’d be ready.” Jane and I were Beat-Off Buddies, you see. We never had sex with each other, or even kissed or touched each other or anything. My girlfriend, Donna, g...

I dropped my backpack on the empty desk in Jane and Britney's dorm room. Britney never used it. She was always out whoring around all over campus. "Do you have a lot of studying to do tonight?" asked Jane. She was standing across the room from me in her usual study outfit: a long floppy t-shirt, shorts, and her sexy librarian glasses. She was barefoot, and her toenails were as bright red as her fingernails. Her long, thic...

Jane was sitting on her dorm room bed, naked, furiously rubbing her clit with her middle finger. Her perky breasts were jiggling on her chest, and her pussy was glistening with her moist juices. Her gaze was focused: she was staring across the room at my erect cock. I was sitting on the other dorm bed, also naked, and stroking my stiff dick with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other. My eyes were glued to Jane'...

"No! Not in my pussy! I told you." "Awe, c'mon, Jill," I whined, standing there naked, my cock stiff and throbbing. "I'm horny! And besides, I love you." Still lying on her back on the spartan dorm room bed, Jill clamped her knees together and hugged them to her naked chest. "You don't love me. You just want to fuck me." "What's the difference?" I asked, waggling my hot pink prick at her. "Look at this thing! How can you...