We had just crossed into new and uncharted territory. We had gone from little flirtation games to actually touching each other in a sexual way. "Well, I guess theres no going back now, is there, honey?" said my Mom. "I-I dont want to go back," I stuttered. The fantastic blowjob that my own Mom had given me in the kitchen, just a few minutes before, had me weak in the knees like a drunk, and stumbling over

There was a stir in the restaurant that caused me to look up from my menu. My sense of pride swelled up as well as my cock. The woman that was causing the mini commotion was my very own 45 year old mother! "Sir, would you like to order now?" I dismissed the waitress with a wave of my hand. All I wanted to do, right now, was drink in the sight of my mother. So did a lot of other guys but that was o.k. with me. I liked it when other men stared at her.

Everything started the day I got the phone call from Mom. She finally got up the nerve to walk out on Dad. All the years of abuse had finally prompted her to act. I was living on my own in a 3 bedroom condo in a "trendy" area of the city. I was doing ok for a batchelor. Work all day, chase girls all night, sleep occasionally. But my Mom needed a place to stay until she could get set up on her own so of

It all started at the carnival. Its the summertime carnival season and it seems everywhere you go theres a carnival somewhere. I asked my Mom if she wanted to go to the carnival down the street from our house. My Mom needed a break from Dad and the bullshit he was putting her through. He was having an affair with a woman who was his secretary who was half my Moms age.

My Mom cried into the phone as she related another story of how her latest boyfriend was abusing her. I patiently let her "cry it out" as I put her on "speakerphone" so that I could "surf the net" while we talked. I know that sounds uncaring, but you have to understand that my Mom made a habit out of getting involved with bad men who used her or worse yet, were downright abusive physically, mentally or even sexually. A little background on my Mom is in order. Dad left her not long after I was born. He ran off with his much younger secretary.

Mom threw several of my bondage magazines onto the coffee table in front of me with a sound that snapped me out of the late afternoon nap I had been taking. I was completely flustered. I didnt think she would ever find them. "I asked you what the hell are these?" I sat up on the couch and tried to shake myself awake. "Magazines. Just magazines, Mom. Why are you so mad?" "Im mad because you graduated college last spring and its now fall and youre still living at home with me, taking naps on the couch and youve got the weirdest magazines hidden in your bedroom closet.

Im a single Mother, years old. My Son is years old. After my husband left me for another woman I was devastated. I felt so unattractive and unwanted. I still wanted a physical relationship with a man but I no longer trusted them. I resigned myself to going without the sex and kinky bondage fun that I had once enjoyed with my lousy, no good, cheating husband.

Pam tried to scream but it was no use. There was a large black mans hand clamped tightly over her mouth. All she could do was make some "mmmppphhh" sounds in a desparate attempt to call out to her husband, Jim, who was just backing his car out of the driveway. Pams heart sank as she saw her husband drive away. Now, she was at the mercy of the foot inch pound black man who just walked in

It all started at the Halloween party. I went dressed as a hooker. All I had on was a pair of high heels, a halter top, and the shortest shorts I could find. My son dressed up as a pimp. He wore a "zoot suit". My son and I were clearly the hit of the party. I got compliments on my outfit all night. So did my son. We won a pair of movie tickets that night in the big costume contest. We had a wonderful time.

Being a member of the "idle rich" isnt all its cracked up to be. The weather turns shitty and cold for us as it does for you. We get bored when we run out of things to do just as you do. The only difference is we dont have to work so we have a lot more time to come up with things to do. This is the story of one of those days when the weather kept us indoors and the clock just had too much time