Familiar Confessions (non futa, yuri, incest)

Here's a fun yuri/incest story that I've been thinking of for a while. Although this is a yuri fanfic, it has its roots in American porn comic artist Rebecca and her wonderfully perverted series Housewives At Play. This is another monster story at forty three pages. Downloadable files included, please comment if you like this story.

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FAMILIAR CONFESSIONS

By Hardcover

“I like the way that they giggle

when they walk up and ask you to dance.

I like the way that they wiggle

wrapped up in the skin tight pants.

They got style.

They got smiles.

They drive me wild!

Yeah I really really really really really really like girls.”

--George Thorogood

The building seemed completely empty as forty one year old Bonnie Wilkenson made her way through the hallway of the general office which was lined on either side by doors leading into exceptionally bland office rooms, the kind of thing that was rather standard at the religious retreat her husband had dragged them along on. It wasn’t like the family was particularly religious; they hardly ever attended church and never prayed before meals or any of the other regiments. In fact, Peter had agreed to come along with some co worker in order to make some business connections. It was, actually, a good idea and Peter was already making those said connections, but Bonnie hated this place just the same, although she hadn’t let anyone know that. As usual, she played the role of the dutiful wife.

Bonnie was still quite a stunner at her age. A few of her old friends had let themselves go, but not Bonnie. She had remained as pretty as she could be. She was average height, but had a nice shield shaped face, wide brown eyes over a well shaped nose, and full lips. Her face was dotted with a few age lines at the ends of her eyes and along her nose and mouth, but nothing too intrusive. She’d never be mistaken for twenty, but she could pass for mid thirties quite nicely.

She had a woman’s body, the kind of bodies most girls starved out of existence these days: Full, well shaped breasts, a curvy rounded set of hips that led to fine, luscious legs, all wrapped up in smooth white skin that was still as soft as it had ever