A collection of five reotic stories with mixed themes.
Mother Knows Best by Landon Dixon
Glen has been looking forward to the pool party at his new girlfriend’s house. At the least, he’ll get to check Lucy out in her tiny bikini, and if he’s really lucky the combination of heat and bare flesh might inspire her to take their relationship past second base. What he isn’t counting on is Lucy’s Mum, Liz. Not only is she the source of Lucy’s beauty, but she’s got the experience and the confidence his timid girlfriend lacks. It’s an irresistible package, but is this taking “keeping it in the family” a step too far?
Changing Objectives by Jeremy Edwards
Alison completely flunks her first test audition for TV quiz show, Think!, but she’s been given a second chance by hunky programme question-master Gavin. This time she’s determined to prove she can pass the test with flying colours. In fact, she’s come up with the questions and she’s going to make sure Gavin gets exactly the answers he wants.
Don’t Quote Me by Lynne Jamneck
A different woman for every season ... He never has a problem with finding his next woman, whether it’s first-time love from next door, to suave bars to the bread counter at the supermarket. The complexity arises once he comes to settle down. No one says love is simple – there are always more lessons to learn – and sex is much the same; but that’s not to say you can’t enjoy it along the way. But can self-destruction become as addictive as pleasure?
I Say His Name Out Loud by Adrie Santos
She fell for Edward the moment she started working at the company, but how do you come on to your boss without losing your job? After several frustrating weeks, an opportunity presents itself: Edward is sleeping at his desk and the rest of the office is empty. Can she really let this chance slip by? It’s time to move beyond the fantasy.
Choices by Kate Franklin
Oliver and Hannah have always had chemistry, but for a long time circumstances have kept them just out of each other’s reach. But this chance meeting is the one they have been waiting for and nothing’s going to hold them back, as they head to the forest for a wild outdoor “reunion”. But, as time goes by, reality begins to creep in and business comes to stand between this fated couple. When Oliver decides he can’t make a surprise holiday to a Greek island that she’s booked to heal their relationship, Hannah thinks it’s over. Then she meets Greek stallion Nikos and the situation gets a whole lot more complicated ...
These stories have been previously published in Sex and Seduction
Lucy was sitting on the edge of the pool yakking with one of her girlfriends, their feet dangling into the water. She was wearing a tiny, green bikini, her perky tits barely covered by the thin material, her nipples clearly indenting the flimsy boob-holders. Her lustrous brown hair cascaded down her sun-kissed shoulders and back, and her entire body glistened with tanning oil.
I sighed, dreaming of what I could do to that luscious body given half a chance, and rubbed my lengthening cock through my jeans. It was going to be one long, hot afternoon of trying to keep my cool. Then my thoughts of sun and sex, and actual stroking, were interrupted by the startling sound of someone clearing their throat. My hand flew off my hard-on and dove into my pocket, and I whipped my head around. ‘Huh?’ I gasped, staring at a woman standing off to my right, in the arched entranceway that connected the kitchen to the dining room. My face went redder than mainland China, and my cock curled up into the foetal position.
‘You must be Lucy’s boyfriend,’ the woman commented, glancing from my crotch to the window, and smiling slightly.
‘Uh, yeah ... that’s right. You’re, um, not Lucy’s mom, are you?’ I spluttered, dreading the answer I knew was coming to that question; you only get one chance to make a first impression on a girl’s parents, and mine had been in my pants.
The woman nodded her head, letting the rest of the air out of my ego and erection. ‘I’m Leslie,’ she said, setting down the paper plates she was carrying on the dining room table and walking over to me, her hand extended.
I took it and shook it, my own mitt as damp and limp as a used condom. ‘Uh, nice to meet you, Mrs Brown ... Leslie,’ I mumbled.
‘Lucy’s told me so much about you,’ she said, cocking her head to one side and studying me from tip to toe. ‘And you’re just as handsome and muscular as she described.’
‘Oh, yeah?’ I gulped, tightening up my chest and arms. ‘Well, I do work out every now and then.’
I eyeballed Lucy’s mom a little more thoroughly, and quickly confirmed the fact that good looks ran in the family, assuming Liz was adopted, of course. Leslie was a mature, fully filled-out version of Lucy, with the same chestnut hair, brown eyes, pretty face and trim body, but with a chest capacity at least twice as great as her daughter’s – her big, heavy-looking tits straining the crimson tank-top she was tightly wearing, her bra-less nipples just about poking holes in the stretched-out fabric. The lady’s curvaceous lower body was spray-painted with faded blue jeans, and her face and arms and shoulders were tanned a deep-dish brown.
