1. Fifteen Years without Parole


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com

    The guard didn't bother to hide her yawn. Non-contact visits tended to be the dullest part of her day; tearful families, hands pressed to either side of the glass partition, a stream of apologies and pleas and I-love-yous and all manner of horseshit. Much better to be stationed in the main visiting room. There, at least, was the occasional fight, or a screaming kid to corral. Still, the Senator was here today, and her stiff-backed contempt was refreshing. She hadn't said a word as they escorted her in and settled her in her booth, and she hadn't yet said a word to the good-looking guy—a little older than her, maybe; formal, but not quite as cold—seated opposite. Not much point in visiting, the guard mused, if all they're going to do is stare at each other. Another silent minute passed. "Dear," the Senator said at last, her voice tight with anger, "you won't believe what the kids have been up to lately." *** "This was a stupid idea." Pam's smile stopped somewhere well below her eyes. "Someone's going to recognize us." I lowered my wineglass. "So what? Nobody's going to call us out. The staff would throw them out for ruining the atmosphere—and, besides, nobody in this room would admit to watching Springer or knowing the details. All they know is what's in the papers, and most of that's not about us. Of all the places to go enjoy a night out, a super-fancy place like this is probably one of the safest." "Yeah. But we can't talk loud enough to actually hear each other—" "What ...
    was that?" Her expression was murderous. "Sorry. Go on." "Don't make fun of me right now, Carl. I know this was my idea, but I really don't like this. It's hard to talk, and I hate censoring myself, and it's stuffy, and this dress—" She plucked at the red silk wrapped around her "— is horrible, and we're the youngest people here, and I'm just..." Pam shook her head. "I dunno. Just uncomfortable here. This is Mom's sort of thing, not mine." "Hm." She really did look miserable. "We can go, if you want." "Nah, it's fine. I'm just whining." "Well, if it's any consolation, I'm as unimpressed with the company as you are, aside from you. And you really do look great in that dress." She rolled her eyes, grabbed her water glass. Wait for it... When she was in mid-swallow, I added "But not as good as you look naked." She was quick; most of the water didn't make it past her napkin, which she had against her mouth in a split-second. But her cough, and her furious expression, drew a few looks from other diners. "You're gonna pay for that." "Yeah, I know." I smiled at the predatory glint in her eyes. "Later, though. Not in public." "But it would make dinner so much more interesting for everyone." "Hey, if pleasing the public is your thing, that's totally fine. Hell of a lot less controversial than what we're already doing. But let's not get ourselves kicked out of a restaurant trying it." "Spoilsport." "At least not until after we've eaten." The food was almost worth its exorbitant price, I ...
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