My name is Rebecca and I am 34 years old and I have a story to tell. I was the only child of small town parents whose names I cannot bring myself to say. My father was an accounts clerk for the large major employer in town. This company was owned by another family whose
I always thought it was a strange profession but apparently there are actual PhDs in this field. Mom even had a team of surrogates that she’d recommend to certain people with different sexual complications (always joked that she was running a legal brothel). We lived in the city, my dad was never around due to
“C’mon Big Guy, it’s almost noon! Are you ready to do this?!” “Ugh, Mom, I’d rather do just about anything than this.” “Oh it won’t be so bad,” said Mom. “A few hours of hard labor, and I will be forever in your debt.” “Really? Forever in my debt?” I teased. “Hmmm… I do like
The warm water poured over me as I lathered my body with soap. It was morning which meant that mum would be out at work. Or so I thought. A loud knock brought me back into reality and I quickly switched off the water. “Yeah?” I shouted. “Are you going to be much longer?” It
The night my mom first experienced a hit of molly, it was slipped in secretly by me. She was leaving the steakhouse with me arm in arm, then I noticed her jaw grinding. It was the first time in years we had a meal together, and we had some drinks at the bar and grill.
My name is Jason. I’m 18 years old and I live with my Mom, Laura, in a small, one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building that has seen better days. She has the bedroom and I sleep on the sofa, which pulls out into a bed. It’s not my Mom’s fault we live
The mid-summer heatwave enveloped the city for seven days straight. It drove everyone a little crazy. Evening brought some relief, but even as night fell the heat lingered, hours past sunset. With heat so constant and so intense, everything loosened up: clothes, morals, and passions that otherwise would have stayed buried deep. Maddy Ryerson had
Dad hadn’t been dead a year when Mom started going out again. I didn’t begrudge her that because she still looked pretty nice for her age, and besides, I figured she had her needs just like I did. What bothered me was the way she went about filling her needs, or maybe I should say