All Chapters of Unholy Cravings-a Sinful Obsession: Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

She sobbed and moaned instead of speaking. Her pussy clenched and gripped my cock. I realized happily that she was already cumming. It was the first time she had truly submitted completely to a man, and she was just understanding how much she needed it. I felt an overwhelming wave of love for her then; that she would trust me that much to give me that gift. Later she'd say that she wished she'd lost her virginity to me, but I told her that her supplication to me was far more special.This time I didn't give her a chance to recover. I sped up my rhythm, increased the intensity, ran my hands down her back and reached around and felt her lovely breasts. My hand found her hair, and I gripped it, but did not pull. I did it simply to show my ownership of her, as I knew she needed. She gasped and moaned and pushed back against me. Eventually, I began to feel my own need grow uncontrollable."Becky, honey, I'm going to cum in you now," I gripped her waist tight with both hands as I said this,

Around my 18th birthday. That was when things shifted. I remember the day. We'd gone camping for the weekend. It was a family tradition. August couldn't make it because of a school trip, so it was just Mom, Dad and me. I did what I usually did; go exploring by myself. Just wandering the paths, watching the wildlife, thinking. When I got back it was late afternoon. I didn't see Mom or Dad at first. Then I heard Mom's laugh, clear as a bell. She had a great laugh and it made men turn their heads, if they hadn't already noticed her. But only Dad could make her do it on demand. She insisted to me that he'd made her laugh the whole time that she'd known him, and that she was foolish for not going after him sooner.So I walked in the direction of the laugh. Unsurprisingly, it was at the river, near the our campsite. It was hot, and we swam or just hung out there pretty often. I came close and then I stopped. It was obvious that Mom and Dad were, uh, "having a Moment".They were never really

That didn't last, either. My parents like to watch movies with us at least once a week. We all are supposed to eat dinner and talk and a lot of the time Dad picks bad movies on purpose so we end up making fun of it together. Its wholesome fun. So one night, I'd finished my homework and none of my friends were available. Mom had also been pressuring me to spend more time with everyone before I went to Caltech next year. So I did. Dinner was fine. More than fine. We all spoke openly about what was going on in our lives (well, mostly), we laughed at Dad's stupid jokes and Mom got us talking about things that were changing in her field of science. August told a long meandering story that ended with some of his friends almost accidentally getting arrested for armed robbery that still managed to be hilarious.Then we went to the living room and things changed. We watched the first movie, which was kind of an action/thriller and we all enjoyed it. Then took a quick break. It was early so we

I was walking down the hall and I noticed that she didn't go into her bedroom, where they have a bathroom, but went down the hall to our guest bathroom. It doesn't get used a lot. I was curious. And I wanted to watch her shower. So I followed. I got to the door, and I was moving very quietly. It was only because I was moving so silently that I could hear her crying coming from inside.I felt a very strong protective urge then, stronger than even my urgent hard-on. I knocked, knowing now that there was no chance of catching any glimpses."Mom? Are you ok? I heard...crying."I heard what sounded like a very soft swear word from inside. It wasn't like her to hide her feelings but she was trying very hard."Yeah, I'll be out in a second."Then she opened the door and I could see her eyes were red. She hadn't changed yet. What happened?"Mom, are you ok? I mean...you can tell me anything, you know that right?"She smiled. It was good to see."I'm fine, I just had a...a Moment there. It's n

--- Julia - Evening after Movie Night ---The next day was a blur. I know that I must have gone to the bathroom and eaten and maybe even gone outside to get the mail. Mostly I just slept and tried not to think. I don't have a lot of specific memories. Eventually I decided to just find Dad and let him know that I was leaving the house. I didn't have much of a plan but I thought that I might stay with friends for the rest of the year.I wasn't right. I don't mean my desires, either. It was like I was outside myself, watching things happen. I left my room. August walked by on the way to his, said hi. I didn't want to say hi back. I never thought about doing it. But I did. I watched my brothers brow furrow in worry. I knew that I had spoken to him, but I guess my expression was probably empty. Dead.My mind was spinning futures, trying to find one with hope in them. They all started with me leaving my family. And that's as far as any of them got.After a minute i realized that someone was