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Not with tight shorts

Here I am smiling a little nervously.
We are a very close family, but this was too much. My daughter, the one with the too short white shorts, was traveling abroad alone for the first time. Of course, I was worried I’m her father. Read more

Can’t Control Herself: Part II

Chris was hanging around with Mike and Jake when Stacey came stomping down from the cabin, steam practically shooting from her ears. She grabbed Chris’s arm and yanked him off where they couldn’t be heard. “Who the FUCK is that slut you left in there, and why is she stealing my clothes?” She snapped, punching him in the chest for emphasis. Read more

Oh my god, Mother pt. 4: Acceptance

“Annie,” my mother stood in the door of my room, “We need to talk.”
“Oh my god mother, what now?”
“I want you to tell me the truth. Are you happy? With the – well, you know, since your changes?”
Blood rushed to my head. “Happy? I went to bed one night and everything was normal. I woke up the next morning – and well, just look. I didn’t ask for this. It just happened to me.”
My mother had tears forming in her beautiful blue eyes. But I wasn’t really sure why
She looked away. “I had hoped – I mean –you seem happier sometimes– when you’re with Jason or Cheryl, and I had hoped – “
I put my arms around her. “It’s fine mother. I’ll deal with it.”
“No!” my mother turned to face me. “It isn’t right.. I don’t want – don’t ‘deal with it’. You don’t have to be the person anybody else expects. Not Me or Jason or Cheryl or anyone else but yourself. There are things that can b done. Either by magic or science. I will help. Just tell me what you want and I will put everything I have into helping you ”
As she got ready to leave the room, she hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head. “It’s so strange,” she said,”before this happened, I sometimes thought– I don’t know. Get some sleep.”
I buried my head in my pillow and cried myself to sleep. I didn’t really have a choice. It just happened. I didn’t have a choice and I didn’t want one. Read more

The Sanskrit Spellbook: Finale

I worked myself into the dress and made the last finishing touches on my makeup. ‘Perfect,’ I thought, finally content with my look for the evening. Now to get the opinion that really matters. Read more

The Sanskrit Spellbook: Pt VI

Adam barely required any convincing this time to help me finish this. Just a few moments of me slowly grinding my ass over his dick, which was fast returning to form for the fourth time that night. Without any warning, he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. Read more