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  While getting settled into my new office, the man from Human Resources came over to congratulate me on the promotion, along with offering me a friendly handshake. "It's nice to see some fresh young faces in charge around here," the man said. "I've heard some great things about you. And I also saw that Sandra was recently hired back and will be working for you. I just wanted to be the first to let you know that you're probably in for a real treat." There was a sly grin on the man's face and I didn't know how to respond. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought this asshole just made a suggestive remark about my mother, not knowing that I was Sandra's son. Let me explain: My mother has spent her entire adult life working as a paralegal for different firms and companies. She paid for my education and she pulled a lot of strings to get me this job. After a few years of working here, I managed to get a promotion to a managerial pos...

  dfasf Amanda Carpenter was in the kitchen when her son, David, arrived home from school. She smiled as he walked into the room and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Then he kissed her on the neck and she could feel a little chill run down her spine. She giggled and said, “You know that gives me goose bumps,” she said with a smile. “Yes and they are lovely goose bumps too,” David joked as he rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms, feeling the bumps on her skin. They shared that joke almost everyday. But Amanda loved the affection her son showed her. Affection was something she sorely needed lately, having separated from her second husband several months earlier. The divorce had been difficult for her because she was an affectionate person and needed the closeness of a man. In fact, sometimes she thought she might be a nymphomaniac. Before she threw out her second husband, Roland, they had sex almost everyday, but now she had to use her battery operated vibrator …...

Hey Larissa, I have a date tonight, would you mind walking my dog sometime before you go to sleep?” I hadn’t heard my roommate Wendy open the door but I heard her request. I jumped up in my seat a bit as I noticed her voice and quickly closed the browser on my computer sitting on my desk. I was pretty sure that my body was blocking the screen from her view and I was very thankful I hadn’t taken off my towel yet (I’d just gotten out of the shower). If Wendy realized that my plans for Friday night were, once again, sitting in my room and masturbating to illegally downloaded pornography, I was just going to die. I turned and looked at Wendy as she moved inside my bedroom door. “Yeah, uh… I am not going anywhere. I can walk her,” I said and then realized that I had basically admitted that I was a loser and didn’t have any plans. So what was I worried about in the first place? Wendy caught sight of the mirror on the back side of my desk and walked over and looked at herself over my shoulder...