As we wound down again together in the shower the two men have their hands all over each other. They have little interest in my naked body as they hav... a hand on each others cocks. Huge sexual tension without a word being spoken. I was in my early twenties when I first watched one man blow another man’s cock. It was an incredibly exciting event for me and a huge turn on. Since then I have watched numerous men blowing another man, including men I have been in a relationship with. Earlier today I. She experienced a whole-body thrill of girlish excitement. This was her day. Headache quite dispelled, she got up, wrapped her dressing gown around her and headed for the kitchen.“I was just about to come and wake you.” Her mother was already busy at the stove, dressed in casual blouse and slacks and busy with the traditional Greendale family breakfast. “Sit down, dear, I’ve got a plate all set out.”“I only want a coffee, thanks.”“You need to eat something,” her mum insisted. “And if I can’t. I felt so embarrassed that he had seen me so undressed."What's the matter?" he asked. "You look really good! You're real pretty! You've got nothing to be ashamed of!" How... how long have you been watching me?" I asked, horrified."I dunno, five, maybe ten minutes I suppose. I was worried about you so I came to check on you. I knocked, but since I thought you might be sleeping, I knocked quietly. When you didn't respond I figured you were sleeping and opened the door to make sure everything was. I shall explain why having and/or writing about incestuous sex is much like being bitten by a vampire. * * * * * ‘Being that I’m a woman, a beautiful woman, and a modest woman, why do I write erotica, especially incestuous stories?’ Having been asked this question many times before from readers, and for those who’d like to know why I write erotica, especially incestuous stories, this story is my answer. Only you’d better pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable, smoke ’em if you have them,.