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

    move somewhere that isn't Crack Alley and... well, we'll figure that part out when we get there." "Glad you've got it worked out that far, at least. Might be a bit harder to get there than that, but we can make it work." I frowned. "We." "Got a problem with that?" Pam's tone was curious, but her face had something accusatory in it. In three steps, I crossed the bathroom and had my arms around her. "Nope," I murmured, my head on her shoulder. "Quite the opposite." She didn't say anything, but her arms tightened up on my back. I still wasn't happy. Still couldn't shake that bad feeling. But I was better, for now, at least. And that dress was awfully thin. Could feel almost everything beneath it. That helped, too. "You know," she said, sliding a leg between mine, "I gave that bitch an awful lot of money to have this room." "And?" "And we've still got plenty of time left. It'd be a shame to waste it." Her hands slid down my back, moving steadily ass-ward. "I picked the restaurant; your turn to call the shots. What do you want to do?" I glanced around the room. Nice, well-decorated, and it seemed clean enough, but I didn't think Pam'd be too keen on lying down on the floor. One place to sit, but no guarantee it'd hold two people—and it didn't exactly suit the mood, either. Oral was great, but it was also one-sided, and I wanted to feel close right now. And then I saw the mirror again. "Here's an idea," I said, taking a step back. "Grab the sink. Or the counter, I guess, not the ...
    sink itself." "Ooh, look at you, Mister Authoritative!" Pam brushed by and stood in front of the sink, her smirk reflected back at me. "Like this, 'master'?" "Oh, fuck off. There's no way you'd be a sub. Way too stuck up for that." I moved behind her and ran my hands over her sides, feeling her warmth through the thin dress. "Not that it wouldn't be nice to not be bossed around once in a while." "Lost that battle when you were born, kiddo." Her eyes were closed, the smirk fading into a more relaxed smile as I caressed her. "You're the younger one. Tough luck." "Only a couple years. Hardly relevant." One hand was under her dress now, and I was trying to undo the fucking second button on my damn suit pants with the other. I pushed, gently, with two fingers, feeling the dampness of her panties. And feeling the panties themselves. "Lace?" "Couldn't find the garter to match." "Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Pamela?" "Like you need lace to get hard." She was relaxing, pressing herself against my hand. "You'd be fine fucking in ratty-ass sweats." "Oh baby, so hot, et cetera." Finally had my cock out; I nudged the lace aside and brushed the tip against the hot, slick flesh beneath. Felt her shiver. "A request." "You're in charge. But no anal." "I get enough shit from you as it is. Look up." As I'd hoped, she got it: her eyes found mine in the mirror. "Now stay like that. As long as you can." And I pushed forward, easing myself into her, savoring the sensation on every fraction of ...