Son of a Dream
The Earth rushed towards her faster; the clouds exploded and on both sides like a tunnel and the ground revealed its patchwork of cities and farmland. She folded her body further, hitting the speed limit for Jumpers and exceeding it. The air was colder...
The Orc's Son
The orc looked at his son, his anger melted away, his expression falling into a worried frown, “i'm sorry.”
Father and son love
His father slowly near him sniffed his son's ass it had a scent that was drunking and exciting but he needed to repress his feelings towards his son and hide his thick erection that was growing between his legs so enclosed his son and pushed him from the back
The Blanket — 4
Funny how little anachronous thoughts burrow their way into a mind at the strangest opportunities, little out of place happenings to the conscious. 'Koda's home is really cool' is one such thought, and it occured to Ed as the fourteen year old girl...
The Blanket — 3
"hey, son." she said soothingly. both pairs of their legs sit hanging over the bedside, bot only his moms touch the floor. ed was scrawny and small and he prayed for growth spurts that he thought would never come.
The Blanket — 1
She was overcome with a sad form of pride as she saw her son giver her love, trying to take some of the emotional burden from her shoulders.
The Blanket — 5
Living in a suburb was a good thing, at least if you had angst and friends. Ed had measures of both of those things, and whether or not they were equal amounts was a question up in the air. He'd pulled away from most of his social circles, now that...
The Day That I meet a Hero Chapter 01
The really only thing that can stop him is his children, his son dave and michael both 19 and their sister nicole who is 17.
Johns New Son
John walked closer triing to see what else his son is doing but sas he stepped closer he tripped on one of his sons toy cars and lnded inside the room."
Sons of the Wind
He called out to his son desperately, but his words fell on deaf ears, able to only watch as his son flew as fast as he could away from their home.
Prologue: The loss of a son
I do not blame her; i would cry if i was her and my son was dying from an incurable disease. she smells...like lavender wrapped in mint, a combination that puts a small smile to my tired face.
Sons of winter chapter 8: Aleks of Nothing, Son of No One
"sons of winter" is a bit of an experiment on my part.