Dear Reader, My girlfriend, Jill, doesn't really understand my stepmother. I tried to explain to her a little about our relationship, but of course, I kept my new feelings about her a secret. She doesn't know that I have recently started to fantasize about her. I can't tell a soul about it. It's a filthy obsession that I try my hardest to repress, and I hope that the thoughts I have will soon be distant memories, old dreams that I'll soon struggle to recall until they're eventually forgotten. Watch the story unfold..

There are two women in my life, my stepmother and my girlfriend. There's been a tension between the two, and they haven't even met yet. They both think that the other occupies too much of my time. To be fair to Jill, she's probably right. I told you before that my stepmom needs me, I've been taking care of her ever since she left dad. She can "act out" just as a young girl would when I don't give her enough attention. My stepmother has a tendency to get into trouble, she is an attractive woman, a vulnerable woman, and the two are not a good mix. She needs me to protect her. Watch the story unfold..

Includes: Alexis Fawx, seduction, Tyler Nixon, cum shot

I can't pinpoint when it all started to happen. I know my stepson has always been helpful and attentive to my needs. Whenever I need something done, he's the first to volunteer his help, whenever I am feeling blue, he is around to cheer me up, and when I'm sick, he's the one bringing me soup and tea in bed. I don't know how the flirtations started, but they did, and they were subtle at first. I remember our hands softly touching in a way that is not common between a mother and a son, my glance at his newly masculine body when he has a towel around his waist, a hug that lasts a little too long, and these dirty interactions started to escalate. It was just last Summer I noticed his affinity for smelling me, he loved to wrap his arms around me and breathe me in, he oftentimes held be right under my breast, as if he was allowing his forearm to feel my supple breasts. His face nuzzled into my neck, and I saw the look of intoxication on his face, and it wasn't my stepson's face anymore, it was my man's.

It was a night in late August, we were playing board games and it was storming out. I playfully shoved him, and he shoved me back, hooking one arm around my waist so I couldn't fall down. His face was close to mine, and we began to lean in towards each other, an uncontrollable magnetic force pushing us closer, and closer, until our lips touched. I don't normally kiss him on the lips, but I did last night, and it was soft and sensual. He melted into me and I wanted to taste his lips, his tongue, I was French kissing him with the passion that I thought was well in my past, but now it's here, and I feel truly alive. I felt young and awake, and scared, and then-- he laid me down on the floor and my conscious got the better of me. I stopped it. "Wait...please."

Includes: Natalia Starr, Jay Smooth, desperation, passion, cum shot

Meet Natalia Hawking. She's a modest woman but has recently started to "up her game" with her wardrobe since she sees the other real estate agents at the firm sell more homes than she does. Her biggest rival is Lisa. Lisa has been the best selling agent every month for the last five months. Natalia burns when she hears clients say, "I think I'll check out some places downtown," that Lisa's region. Of course Lisa gets the best selling region, and she dresses so sleazy, her button down blouse unbuttoned to reveal the lace gore of her bra, the black miniskirts, and the ridiculously expensive heels with the red bottoms. Natalia would kill to have the downtown region, but her region is rural. "It's okay," she tells herself, "at least you have dignity."

Her boss calls her and Natalia composes herself before she answers the phone. Natalia has already had a hard conversation in her boss' office last week. Her boss will fire her if she doesn't sell a home this week and today is Saturday, her last chance.

"With all due respect, sir, you oftentimes send clients to me who are interested in modern condos, and I'm trying to sell them large country homes. If we could sort out the buyers by what type of home they are looking for, we could sell more homes. Natalia hears her boss grunt, "Lisa can sell a condo to a man looking for a country home, you just need to find your chutzpa." Natalia hears the doorbell, "that's him! Wish me luck."
"You're going to need it," he says. She says goodbye and shuffles to the door. What did he mean? She feels her heart pound, a lump in her throat, she tries to compose herself as she opens the door. She knows this is her last chance. I will sell this house. I will sell this house. I WILL SELL THIS HOUSE! She opens the door, "Hello Jay! Welcome to the Bryer Estate, come right on in and make yourself at home."

When Jill went missing I was worried. I know that in the past when people have gotten too close to me, they have disappeared. My stepmother does not like competition. She needs to be the only woman in my life. I know that my girlfriend thinks that she uses my emotions to manipulate me, but Jill will never understand. My stepmother needs me, and even though I will complain, there is a part of me that enjoys being needed. She is like oxygen that keeps the fire inside of me burning, and Jill, well, Jill's a moth, and if she gets too close to us...

Includes: Cherie Deville, Chad White, small guest appearance from Lana Rhoades, Creampie

Chad White thinks about his mother, Lana, and how Robby Echo has defiled her. Robby has been dipping his dick into all the women at Mulberry High, and now it appears that he's going after the rest of the beautiful women in the town! But he can not take Chad's mother, not without retribution.

Chad drives to Mrs. Cherie Echo's home. Cherie answers the door and she looks angelic in white, the subtle smell of her jasmine perfume wafts towards Chad, intoxicating him. "Hello Mrs. Echo, is Robby home?" "Oh my! Chad White. I haven't seen you in forever. Hello!" Cherie is taken back by the boy's new masculine body. Cherie is a lonely woman, she has had her mind on sexual fantasies with most men she finds attractive, her boss, the post man, and the man who runs the local Piggly Wiggly, even though these thoughts fill her with shame, she can't help herself from these little innocent flirtations. She arches her back, and juts her right hip out ever so slightly to show off her perfectly toned body in her form fitting dress, she smiles when she sees Chad's eyes glance downward to admire her. Oh no, she has forgot to answer his question, "Robby won't be home for a couple of hours."

Includes: Chad White, Jill Kassidy, creampie

I've been busted, I admit it, "I was watching porn," and I try to tell her that I thought no one was home. She mentions that she knew my habit of watching porn on the "communal patio," and, "that's gross, Chad." She starts to snap pictures of me with my pants at my ankles, a blanket covering my softening erection, and then she grabs the blanket and tries to take a picture of my dick! I try to take her phone away, and she tells me "STOP! The pictures are loaded into Facepage and all she needs to do to post them is tap the screen." I fall backward in a panic. I try to tell her how wrong this is, but she doesn't want to hear it. She puts on her sweet little voice, the same one when she calls for "daddy" when she wants something, it makes my dick twitch. "All I want to do is watch a porn with you, they put a lock on my computer and I can't even shop for underwear online."

Ok, this is weird, but ok, I can watch porn with her. What's the big deal? I push the play button and I watch her breathing slow, she's relaxing, she's focused. She has questions. She wants to see a real penis, in person. She gives me "look" again, and her lower lip pouts, "Can I please see your penis, Chad?"