1. Jake Foster


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, School, Teen, Teen Male / Female, Author: MrDarkFantasy88, Rating: 72.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Hey there, my name is Jake. Jake Foster. I was adopted by a lovely couple a few years ago when I was 16. I was originally from England, you know... the place where they drink tea and eat crumpets. Oh I wish I was like that; I came from the streets of London to a mansion in LA. To be honest, at first I wasn't nice to the Fosters for what they did for me. I grew up fighting for survival, drug dealing, beating people up for money. Even took to underground fighting at the age of 15... this wasn't the life of a kid. Mr. Foster, Kevin or dad as I call him, offered me a life away from everything. I knew who my parents are by the way... if you're wondering. My mum died during childbirth and my dad was an abusive alcoholic and died of liver failure when I was 10 years old. I'm glad he did though, the guy was a complete cunt. Anyway, back to Kevin. Me and Kevin went fishing, bike riding, swimming and he even taught me boxing. I have serious anger issues and he told me it would be a way to help them, it did. My mum, Susan, is amazing woman. She took care of me when I fell into depression and cooks me meals every night, her and dad were amazing together. She didn't work, unlike dad who was a banker. He wasn't one of those snobby cunts of a banker, he was down to earth, gave his money towards my college fund. I should describe them. Dad has short brown hair, has a fairly muscular body, is about 6ft 2, mum on the other hand has long blonde hair, nice figure (don't judge) and is about 5 ft ...
    5. Sorry for the long introduction, but I thought it would be easier to get it all out the way. So how about we talk about me? I'm around 6ft, I'm 89kg of muscle (not trying to brag), I have short brown hair, brown eyes, scar going across my chest from being slashed with a knife when I was 15 from a fight, I don't have a six pack (I have real muscle) and seeing and about 8 inches down stairs. Onto the story... So I woke up to my alarm going off, I could smell pancakes cooking. They smelt absolutely fucking beautiful, so I grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt and shuffled them on. I ran down the stairs and saw my mum standing in the kitchen cooking pancakes, I snuck up behind her and grabbed her waist. She screamed and shouted "WHAT THE FUCK" and as she turned around I burst out with laughter, she gave me a playful slap on the arm and told me to "sit the fuck down" and being the good boy I am... I sat the fuck down. She dished out the pancakes and covered them in syrup, as she did so my dad walked through the door. "You need to help me with that bike boy, your old man is getting old. Still get it up though, ain't that right sweetie" I looked over at mum (don't forget I'm English, we spell it mum) and she was blushing and didn't answer him. I looked at the clock on the wall and decided to get dressed and go for a jog. It was a Saturday so I had no school. I came back from my jog and as I got through the door I saw mum sitting there watching TV. "whatcha watching?" I said staring ...
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