My name is Maddy, age 25. I have this “relationship” with Kagney, my sister. She is two years older than me and goes by Kags. We live together in Chicago about 100 miles from where we grew up. After moving in together at first to save money, we somehow became lovers. Nearly everyone that knows us in the big city thinks we are a married couple. Kags is 5 feet and 8 inches tall, 121 pounds, 27 years old. Long blonde hair. B...

The next day, the air was thick with anticipation as Ashlee, Brett, and Georgia gathered in the living room, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and mischief. Becky, clad in a silk robe that barely concealed his ass, stood in the center of the room, his heart pounding in his chest. The transformation that had begun weeks ago was about to reach a new level, and the women in his life were determined to push him...

The sun was just coming up, but the household was busy-busy, centered around Becky, age 38, who had been dressing as a woman for the last two years. His wife, Georgia, age 37, was the first to tend to him, applying makeup, her eyes critical as she ensured he looked as fuckable as possible. The bathroom smelled of expensive cosmetics and Georgia’s morning coffee. Becky sat on the edge of the bathtub, his legs crossed delic...

The sun dipped below the LA skyline as Uma Thomas, attorney-at-law and the youngest full partner in one of LA's largest law firms, stepped out of her sleek convertible Jag. The evening air on Sunset Boulevard was tinged with the promise of adventure. Uma had meticulously planned this night, and as she approached the entrance of the "Rhythm Room," her heart raced with anticipation. The bar was a beacon of west LA sophistic...

Mom's hand brushed against mine as we placed the cookies on the baking sheet, and I felt a jolt of electricity. It was more than just a touch—it was a connection, a silent understanding of the love we held for each other. Her skin was softer than soft, and the heat of her touch melted my heart, filling me with love and warmth. As we placed the cookies into the oven, Brianna sauntered into the kitchen, her giggle echoing d...

"Come on, you two," Mom said, her voice a siren's call to action. "We've got a full day ahead of us. New clothes, new makeup, new... everything!" Brianna's eyes lit up with excitement, and she grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. "Let's go, little Mister," she said, her voice a mix of affection and amusement. "Mom's got a whole new wardrobe picked out for us!" Mom and I followed her down the hallway to my room, where s...

Breakfast at 16-year-old Kota's house was always a little unusual. Kota’s mom, Lara, the epitome of a modern MILF, age 36, with her auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun and an apron hugging her curvy figure, bustled about, serving up breakfast for her children. Her sweet, nurturing smile never wavered, even when the conversation took a rather... intimate turn. "So, Kota," she began, placing a stack of fluffy pancakes in...