1. Teaching two teenage brats a lesson in sex with their mother


    Date: 3/29/2016, Categories: True Story, Anal, Bi-sexual, Cock & ball torture, Discipline, Domination/submission, Female / Girl, Female Domination, Girls domination, Incest, Lesbian, Male / Females, Male/Teen Female, Mature, Pegging, Rape, Spanking, Teen, Teen Female/Boy, Threesome, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 93.4, Source: sexstories.com

    For Sanju and Jessica. I live in an apartement on the fourth floor of a block of apartement buildings. My neighbours are nice and quiet and I mostly keep to myself anyway, though I like to watch them on occasion, from what little I can see peeking across the yard into other people's windows. And there, right across the yard, a floor below me, lived a family that caught my attention. They look slightly foreign, probably indian, a mother and her two kids, a boy and a girl. If there's a father, I never see him around. The kids are older teens, though their age is hard to tell from a distance. The mother looks like she's about my age, maybe a little older, so perhaps around 40 or so. What was remarkable was the horribly abusive behaviour of those kids. During the summer, all I could see was the girl, sunbathing on the balcony and ordering her mother around, having her get drinks and magazines and whatever else the little brat got into her head. And sometimes I could hear the boy yell from inside the house. Meanwhile, the poor woman acted incredibly scared and stressed. I felt really sorry for her. So one day, when I was home early from work and the girl was out on the balcony again, I had enough. Still donning my social-worker-cap, and with a few special items in my handbag, I went over to their building and looked through the row of doorbells. Third floor, probably on the left, I thought. The name was Nadeem, which sounded sufficiently indian to me, so I rang. "Yes?" a female ...
    voice answered the intercom. "Hi, I'm from social services," I introduced myself. "Can I come in for a moment?" Instead of an answer, she buzzed the door and I went up the three flights of stairs. These older buildings usually don't have elevators in them, so by the time I arrived at her door, a round, pretty female face watched me through a gap while I was catching my breath. I introduced myself again and said: "I'm sorry, signorina, but there have been some reports from neighbours about loud yelling from your apartement. Is everything alright there?" She looked at me surprised and a little shocked. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, almost inaudibly. I nodded. "It's alright," I said, trying to calm her, "can I come in for a moment? I hate to discuss this out here in the hallway." She hesitated, but then slowly pulled the door open wider to let me in. I thanked her and walked into a neat, very clean and nicely decorated apartement. The woman closed the door behind me and motioned me friendly into the living room, where a door led out to the balcony. She was small and stocky, certainly a head shorter than me, so probably around 160 cm at the most, with a full figure, a round, friendly face and a warm smile. Her teeth were not too even, but shone clean and white from her tanned face, and her braided black hair hung long down her back. She wore that typical indian dress, the Sari, in a bright red with yellow embroidery and a teal coloured Choli underneath that stretched wide to ...
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