1. My Sleeping Older Sister part 2


    Date: 8/31/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Drug, Hardcore, Incest, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Rape, Teen Female/Boy, Young, Author: Somnophiliac, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    some pizza, and NOT destroy the house this time.” She smirked. Last time I tried to make pasta, the noodles had caught on fire before they could soften. Perhaps I wasn’t the most talented chef in the family. I’ll leave my mother to that. I continued my book from last night from where I had left off, but yet again focus was out of my reach. My eyes couldn’t help but dart up every once in a while to scan my mother’s buxom thighs. God knew I was a good boy with straight A’s and a loving family, but I was a teenage boy with needs. It was only a matter of time before I had my way with my mother as well. When she bent down to retrieve plates, he must have caught me staring, because she quickly got back up and served the cakes. Embarrassed, I looked down and gobbled down my food. Cumming so many times had really famished me. I had to replenish the nutrients I had lost in my jizz. Mom looked at me curiously as she ate her pancakes slowly. She had never seen me devour my food so voraciously before. Just then, my dad came down to join us. He grabbed a plate and scooped a hearty heap of pancakes and sat next to me. “That’s my boy. Eating like a man should eat.” He beamed. He matched my pace, and soon we were in a violent competition that would make every child in Africa jealous. Jamie’s soft patter of footsteps came soon after. She wore a pair of grey yoga pants and a sweater like usual on the weekends. She had less pancakes than my dad had, about the same as my mother. “Good morning ...
    Jamie.” my dad said between forkfuls. She ate her pancakes similarly to my mother. It almost freaked me out how similar the two were. I was at my last cake when all of a sudden my dad’s fork clanged against his dish. “Not a match for your old man yet you little rascal!” he laughed. He patted me on the back, almost making me choke as he put his dish in the sink. Of course I wasn’t a match for him. He was the polar opposite of me. 6’2, 210, with a strong chiseled jaw. He was a successful man by all means. He made plenty of money running his own accounting firm. He drove a Jaguar and had a beautiful wife. What more could a man ask for? Perhaps a manlier son. “Say, how would you like to play a round of golf with your old man today?” he chimed in. Normally I wouldn’t have gone, but I felt energized and invigorated for some odd reason. I wanted to try something new. “Sure thing pop, I’ll get dressed.” I finished the last of my plate and got dressed in a pair of slacks and a polo. Dad waited in his car as I put on my shoes and jumped inside the shotgun seat. Our conversation to the course was filled with laughter and joke as we discussed recent world events. Looks like things were turning around for me. I usually never had anything in common with him, besides his genes, but today was different. I felt like I made him proud by partaking in a common activity as he did. When we arrived, I gave an impressed gaze at the course. It was beautiful and full of ponds, trees, and sand traps. We ...
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