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“I’m thinking of expanding my staff,” my friend Christina says from her side of the table. It’s the first time in months that we have been able to sit down and talk with one another. “Oh, why?” I ask her as my attention was pulled from the windows and to her face. Of course, we were seated in the sunroom. This was the room I was be found occupying until a temperature drop forced me to the library. “Our Marissa is on vacation, and Paul is having a hard time adjusting,” she says. “Paul?” I ask. “Your son?” to clarify. “I only have one child Trisha,” she said, sounding a little offended before a visible chill went down her spine. She never wanted children, but it was one of the conditions of her marriage that she produced a male heir for her husband’s family estate. She was forever grateful that she only had to go through pregnancy once. “Some of the kitchen staff have,” Christina pauses as she looks for the right word. “Concerns about his actions and it’s only been two day...

(Original post date - 4/12/14) Ok, I've made a decision and a cover. First the cover, since it was part of my decision.  Yes, I have decided to put all those little bits that I may come up with in this theme, into one 'book' so to speak. So some will be incest stories, but not all will be. But they will be about or centered around shota.  Shota or Shotacon =   D escribes an attraction to young boys, usually from an adult individual.  The usage of the term in both Western and Japanese fan cultures includes works ranges from  explicitly pornographic  to mildly suggestive, romantic or entirely nonsexual.  A cutoff of "about 15" has been suggested as the dividing line between shotacon and  shōnen-ai . Shonen-ai aka yaoi.  The boy in the first story is 15, so I haven't really gone any where yet. I don't really think that I can go younger than 15 myself. So if I don't, I'll take out the word shota before putting up the c...

“Mom? Are you in here?” Julie called out before she turned the corner. “Yes dear,” I answered as she looked into the room. I was seated in a straight back chair with my dress collected around my torso leaving the rest of me accessible for my current activity. “A new one for Dad or Frank?” Julie asked as she leaned against the door frame watching us. “He’s an anniversary gift to your father and kinda for myself also,” I explained as I slowly pushed the dildo into his mouth. He’s been doing great all morning. He could almost swallow the whole thing. It is a little bigger than my husband’s, but this way he will be more than ready. “You wanted something Julie?” I asked my second oldest as she continued to stand there looking on. My arm that went around his neck held his head up as he sat on my lap. As I got the head past his lips again, I stopped as I felt him shake a little. I looked down and saw as some cum bloomed from his stiff cock. “Oh yes,” Julie remarked as she remem...

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@ suckmydickdad : Dad was soon gonna come into my bedroom and wake me up, so I pulled down the sheets and pretended to be asleep… When dad opened the door he didn’t yell “HEY, WAKE UP” as usual. He was quiet. I don’t know what he was doing. Then he came up to me and whispered “hey, are you awake?,” very softly. I just lied there breathing with my eyes closed. He shook my shoulder a little bit. I didn’t do anything. Dad’s hand went from my shoulder down to my back. Then he continued down to my bare butt. He gently squeezed it. Pressed against the bed, my dick got so hard. Dad unzipped his pants. Then I heard the sound of him jacking off while feeling me up. After a while I heard him whisper to himself, “I gotta stop this.” He tucked his dick inside his pants and zipped them. Then he took a deep breath and just sat there on the bed beside me for a while. My butt was still bare. And my dick was rock hard. Dad got up and stood in front of the bed. “Hey, kid… time to wake u...