1. Attitude Fix: The story of my half brother, our sleazy mom and the alternative to pain in life


    Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cheating, Female Domination, Hardcore, Sado-Masochism, Wife, Author: Alpha_Male_NY, Rating: 64.3, Source: sexstories.com

    KYLE: Was he a good dancer. Mom stared him down and said: "Oh, yeah", her eyes widened and brightened as she reminisced. ELSA: And you know what they say about good dancers... KYLE (intrigued): No, what do they say? ELSA (teasingly): That they're great lovers. Since they know how to move so well... Dancing is like fucking with your clothes on. KYLE (with excitement): And, did he move well, baby? ELSA (enticingly): Yes, daddy. Boy had some moves... KYLE (chocking): Was he young? ELSA: (reassuringly): Yeah, he was very young and virile -mom said, and as soon as she burst out laughing. Look at the things you make me say! Kyle had grown silent again. Then he picked up the pace, as if introductions to the characters were no longer necessary. As they spoke, she began to untie his pants and let his manhood loose. -How do you know that he was virile? -You could tell, he was built and tall, handsome... She was now graphically gesturing in front of his manhood, implying that the stranger dancing with her was well-endowed, in possession of a much bigger manhood than his. The conversation continued picking up in pace, as if there voices were in unison. Kyle wanted to know the details, so he played aloof: -What else? -What do you wanna know, daddy? Mom then put him in her mouth. -How did you know that he was "big"? Mom stopped sucking him and answered: -You could see the bulging under his pants... -Did you touch him? Then she stopped what she was doing and engaged him. -No. Of course ...
    not. I just saw... -What? What did you see? -His thing, underneath the pants... -Maybe he had a sock in there... -Oh, no, daddy. That was no sock... -How do you know? -Well, you can't help but to come into contact when you dance at one point or the other -mom said, darting her eyes around the room. -So he got close. That close, eh? -Yeah, he did. She lowered her face, like a girl caught doing something bad. Kyle raised her up and pushed her face against the wall, then lifted her skirt and penetrated her. -Is this what you wanted? -Yes. Yes. Kyle may have been passive, but he was by no means naive. Long before the night his young gorgeous wife had gone out, he hired a private detective, cheap as dirt, to follow her and keep him informed as to her whereabouts, the people she associated with and whatever transpired around her every step of the way. The detective, Hector, had advertised himself as an affordable, trust-worthy, effective agent who'd keep his clients satisfied in small case columns on local newspapers. But as the saying goes, cheap things come out to be very costly. Hector had little patience for thorough follow-up, his ethics were questionable, to say the least, and in more than one occasion he'd resort to extorting the unsuspecting victims he was hired to keep an eye on. Tired of working in the unrewarding field of security, first as a supervisor and then as a Fire Safety Director, he knew there was no way he could ever make a decent living making less than twenty ...
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