1. Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son


    Date: 5/9/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Hardcore, Incest, Interracial, Male/Female, massage, Masturbation, Mature, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 58.3, Source: sexstories.com

    chuckling when he saw Patrick discreetly attempt to grab her ass. After a few hours, Diane was ready to leave, “Let’s go,” she took Elliot by the arm and said goodnight to sister. Stephanie watched them leave together, holding hands. Diane slapped Elliot’s butt just as they walked out the door, “You were very nice tonight, thank you.” Stephanie witnessed the exchanged and her mouth dropped. ******** Elliot stood looking out his hotel balcony window at the city lights below. No other lights were on in the room, but it was practically fully illuminated from the lights of the signs on the Strip. His mother was showering. Elliot smiled, thinking nothing had happened on their trip, they’d be home tomorrow night. He took a sip of wine and sighed. A few minutes later he felt his mother slide her arm around his at his side. She was wearing the same large, white, bathrobe from the other night, her damp hair slicked back. “So gorgeous isn’t it?” Diane asked. “So are you,” Elliot replied, Diane squeezed his arm. Elliot placed his empty cup on the table next to him and turned to hold her. They both smiled in each other’s arms. “Elliot, there’s something I want to tell you,” Diane said, ending their embrace. “Sure, what’s up?” “I was 37 years old when I met Bob. It was shortly after we moved to Charleston. I was secretly dancing at a seedy club and he came in. He was in town on business,” Diane explained. “I gave him a private dance, it was normally like $10 or so back then. Well,” she ...
    paused, snickering, “he had me reach into his pocket when I was done and pull out what was in there. It was a roll of cash. $10,000.” “Whoa. Must’ve been a great dance,” Elliot teased. “Well, he wasn’t paying for just the dance. He was paying to spend the night with me. So I went back to his hotel room and I spent the night with him,” Diane said. “Ah, I see,” Elliot nodded, slightly surprised. “There was something about Bob that I found odd. I couldn’t place at the time,” Diane said. “Really?” Elliot asked, he too, feeling the same about him. “Yes. Over time, things became clearer and clearer. I would see him every once in awhile, a couple times a year, maybe once a year if things were busy. But as I aged, I could put pieces together. Wrinkles formed on my face, my lips were no longer as full, my hair was turning white,” she said, running her hand through her dyed blonde locks. “When I visited Bob in February this year, we had sex in the shower. When I looked at him I saw something familiar. I saw myself. As I aged, I began to look more and more like my biological father. Him.” “He’s your dad? Are you serious?” Elliot asked in shock. “I am.” “But grandpa – ” Elliot said. “Will always be your grandpa. He will always be my daddy. Bob is a grandfather, yes, there is a difference. I sometimes call him ‘dad’, but he’s not my daddy, like your grandpa was.” “I don’t know what to say,” Elliot replied. “Bob is building a neighborhood on some land not too far from my house. He’s building ...
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