1. The Mayflies.


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Taboo, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    this is a big story folks a slow starter, so dont expect sex on every line to start! The Mayflies. The tea trolley rattled loudly, the ward assistant clattering and banging the cups, indifferent to the feelings of the patients, slopping tea into cups she knew she would have to collect and wash later. Jane lay uncaring, no longer did the daily drear interest her she knew at last what she had, the diagnosis had been given this afternoon it had been swift and hard to take, the bl**d tests and so on had confirmed it all, a couple of months of life followed by a lingering degenerating death, painful, degrading they had said, just as her mother had all those years ago, that dreaded word hereditary being mentioned. She had been a happy c***d, followed by a happy teenager; she well remembered she had not been allowed to see the beginning of the sudden degeneration of her mother, busy with boyfriends, dancing and her studies perhaps she just hadn’t noticed. Though she had had a feeling something was wrong But suddenly it had been downhill, almost as if to a timetable her mother became distant, vagueness took over at times slowly sliding her into a world of her own, a woman desperately losing contact with the daughter she loved, at times unable to remember even the name of the husband she had known all these years, the mother they knew, the wife, vanishing in front of them, dwindling away mentally, though in lucid moments weeping from the pain of this hideous slow death. It had taken ...
    this wonderful loving woman most of the year to finally die, Jane taking over her mother`s role in those final months, meals laundry the house, took the place of study, boyfriends, and dancing. Each breath towards the end a struggle, accompanied by the wishes of her f****y that it be over, when the end came it was a release, a relief, even a joy in some strange way. Father and Jane had been f***ed closer, clinging to one another for support, the long quiet evenings after his work a drag, a long quiet period of silent homage to the dear departed. For the first time since she had been told, she smiled, as she remembered the first touch of that poor lonely man as they sat tearfully on the sofa together, facing the world without mum a month before she died. Things had escalated gently, day by day they had grown just that little closer, the final days with mum in the hospice the worse, each night when they returned from visiting, him laying on the marital bed praying for sl**p to dull the pain, her in her room doing the same, finally silently sobbing she went to him for that reassuring cuddle holding one another tearfully. Ever a realist by the end of the week, they had both begun to share the bed, at first not in any sexual way just for the mutual support the situation demanded. Till then the few times that he and his wife had enjoyed sexual adventures they had been a couple, together in all things he had never cheated on his wife, though they had tried swinging, a threesome with ...
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