The Perfect Family, Imperfect Desires (Ch. 1)

The events in this story are fictional, but the characters aren’t. They’re very much real, granted they’re nothing like what the characters below are (at least, I think not. lol). I changed their names but all the physical details (age, weight/figures) are the same. I know the family very well (best friends with “Will”) and often when there’s a lack of inspiring whack-off material, I’ll think of them in scenarios akin to this story. Haha. Kind of pathetic, yes, but because they’re such a close-nit family and “Rachel” has the perfect face to cum on, it makes them so hot to think about.


The middle aged man sat alone on his bed. Frustrated. Not getting enough from his wife of twenty plus years, but getting too much work at his job. He worked early mornings through to afternoons or even sundown, at times. With what little time he did have to relax, he spent making repairs to the family house and whatnot. And when the family had a holiday (which would come around 3-4 times a year), he was lucky enough to be the one who would fork out the money. Yes, Steve was a giver. His wife, Naomi, not so much. She had a full-time job, but it was more just for something to do. She didn’t earn the bucks quite like her husband.

They loved each other, but as married couples know, relationships strain. And for one reason or another, people grow apart. They lose touch of what the other one is thinking, or their physical spark fades. For Steve and Naomi, the sex was non-existent. That closeness hadn’t been the same for two whole decades — especially with three kids at home. They had Will, 20, Rachel, 18, and Abby, 16. There was no real room to get raunchy.

But things were going to change. In no time at all, the Waldron’s were not going to be the same ever again.

Naomi entered the room, night gown on and a biscuit in hand. She wasn’t overly fat, but she had some chubbiness to her. 5’4” and 160 pounds, at most. She bent over and gave Steve a peck on the forehead, before finishing off her snack and lying down with the sheets over her. This is what their marital status had come to. No words, just a kiss (with no real heart to it) and then it was goodnight. Steve stood up, slouching a little, and made his way to the bathroom, down the hall of their ground level house. This was his time – his only time – to jerk off. He locked the door behind him and as he scurried to his usual ‘fap’ corner, he spotted lingerie on the sink counter. His eldest daughter, Rachel’s, lingerie. It barely even skimmed his mind how wrong it was to do what he was thinking. Like an eagle, he swooped in and grabbed the matching bra and panty set. These have to be Rachel’s, he thought. Naomi wouldn’t let Abby buy these. They were black and irresistibly sexy. He was right. Naomi had actually bought this particular pair for Rachel on her 18th birthday and kept it a mother-to-daughter secret. Naomi was an awesome, loving and caring mother, but she wanted Rachel to get some. She knew it would send Rachel’s boyfriend, Tim, wild. If only she could see how crazy it was sending her husband.

Steve pulled his work pants down around his ankles, taking out his wallet from the back pocket first. He adjusted himself on the chair as he scanned through the wallet and pulled out a small 4×6 photo.