1. Oh God


    Date: 1/14/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The day my parents sat me down and told me I was adopted was, admittedly, something of a bombshell. They said that they didn't love me any less because of it, and that obviously in their eyes I was as much a part of the f****y as if I had been conceived in their marriage. Their concern was that I wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. I assured them I did, and that, bl**d or no bl**d, they were my parents and it was my biological relations who were at a loss. My father is a Catholic priest, and as such I had always pondered my conception. I had simply assumed that I was the result of a previous relationship of my mother, or that I was conceived before my father officially became a clergyman. However, with my curiosity now satisfied, I wasn't particularly sure I liked the truth I was presented with, or that, despite my reassurances, I still respected them as parents. My mother is the head of nursing at a local Christian hospital, and as a result was consistently on call, and had minimal time for socializing and getting out and meeting people. She had met my father when she was young and about to undertake a nursing internship. Their courtship was lengthy, but they would often sickeningly reminisce about how they had known immediately how perfect they were for each other. Marriage followed, and subsequently my adoption. They were both 23 – young parents, but with a nurse and a priest as guardians, they were undoubtedly responsible enough to raise a c***d. They were now 42, and ...
    Dad's hair was beginning to thin, and he started to use the more generous holes in his belt. Mom on the other hand, had so far retained the looks that haunted the dreams of her high school class. She wasn't "hot", but by God she was beautiful. She had pointed features which complemented her slimming figure beautifully, big baleful green eyes and a little point on the tip of her right ear which gave her a somewhat elfish appearance. She wore her dark brown, almost black, hair cropped close to her head, and that wasn't all about her that was little. She stood a head shorter than me, with a stereotypical hourglass figure, and a strict exercise regime she adhered to meant her breasts had so far retained their youthful perkiness. There wasn't much of an ass there, but plenty to fill out a pair of jeans and look a million bucks. But I digress. Our story starts in the summer holidays the year after I finished my first year at college. I was home for the summer as a fresh-faced, idealistic 19 year old, with the world as my oyster. I had arranged to meet up with some old friends, but after 10 minutes of walking to our agreed meeting place, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text saying that unfortunately my friend had agreed to help his father with various errands, and had absent-mindedly double-booked his afternoon and would I mind terribly meeting up another time. I set back a quick reply, saying of course not, before turning around and resuming my walk home. I took my time, gazing at ...
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