I have often pondered the manner in which society has changed in its view of sexual relations over my lifetime. It is now quite accepted that older people, for example grandparents, still enjoy sex. It has not always been that way. There is no doubt that Grandparents used to to do it back then, but it was simply not acknowledged. Today of course, one could make a date with a grandparent online and be screwing that evening. I learned about mature sex from an older woman when I was about 21 years old. They say that men’s brains differ from […]
Every week I go over to my grandmother’s house to mow the lawn and generally fix up and clean up her yard. She tells me how much she appreciates the help, now that her husband is gone. One day this summer I learned just exactly how much she appreciated me! I walked into her kitchen that afternoon all sweaty, and drank a glass of lemonade she made for me. She noticed how hot and tired I was and made me sit in the kitchen while she fixed me a snack. I sat and watched my grandmother move around the kitchen, […]
Exploring Mrs Miller Note – this story is about two English boys and the drunk mother of one of them. As such you will find a few English phrases as the boys use English expressions and names. For American etc readers: – Mum = Mom, Fanny = cunt Knickers = panties. This story is almost certainly a work of total fiction. I had my first fuck when I was just turned 12. Most guys get their first experiences with their girlfriends the same age but mine was with the mother of a school friend -and he was watching and encouraging […]
I’d been renting a room from Mrs. Gray for almost 4 months. She was an older lady, a divorcee who looked similar to my mother in many ways. They were both tall, almost a full head taller than I stood. They were both sturdily built with broad shoulders, big boobs, wide hips, and thick thighs. And like my mother, they were both kind, but strict at the same time and could become firm if the need arose. Affectionate is not a word I’d choose to describe either of them. Even more, Mrs. Gray never liked to repeat herself or be […]
Nick lived a typical lifestyle in a typical medium sized North American city. He had recently celebrated his 16th birthday with his loving parents, Jim and Sandy. Nick was a pretty average kid, normal looks, good grades in school, lots of friends of both gender. However, Nick had always felt at odds with the fact that he had so many close female friends yet none of them ever wanted to move to another level. Why was he so close to them yet unable to date them? It was a question that bothered Nick frequently and caused much stress in his […]
My mother wasn’t thrilled with my choice of moving to a nearby city. She worried about me constantly. But I finally convinced her I was old enough to take care of myself. I packed up my meager belongings and took a bus into the city. Luckily, it didn’t take long to find my new home. I began renting a room in the home of my landlady, Helen Taylor, a woman a few years older than my mother. She was a full-figured lady with wide hips, huge boobs, thick thighs, and broad shoulders. She stood almost a full head taller than […]
Jack waited on the corner for the car that picked him up every afternoon. As usual, he was impatient and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He looked through the chain-link fence into the schoolyard which was empty at that time of day, but suddenly turned his head and smiled when he heard the car pull to the curb. The woman quickly got out of the car and almost ran around it to the curb where she took Jack’s bag and gave him a peck on the cheek. She then opened the car door for him and […]
This is a little embarrassing. No, it’s a LOT embarrassing. I have this fetish for ladies’ slips. For as long as I can remember, I absolutely loved seeing my mom in her slip before she pulled on her dress. Somehow, it seemed the nicest thing she could wear. I got to see that a lot when I was very young. Mom had a job that required her to wear dresses to work and I loved to be in her room as she got dressed for work. I loved to touch her through her slip, too. The silky fabric felt wonderful […]
Today started out just like any other day in my life: with one exception. Today I wore girl’s Panties for the first time. My Mommy decided to punish me for acting like a sissy , so she pulled my pants down, ripped off my jockey shorts and into a pair of pink, frilly panties I went. My mommy was hysterical laughing at the site of me all dressed up in my cute little panties. She said that she couldn’t wait to tell all of her girl friends that her little boy looked great in panties. I shuttered at the thought […]
I used to spend a lot of time in the bathroom of my parents’ bedroom, peering through a crack in the door as my mother undressed. She’d call to me not to come out until she said so, unaware that I could see her quite clearly. I’d watch as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her large breasts, always in a basic white bra. The mere fact that I was spying on her was enough to arouse me, but the sight of her bra made me even harder. I’d continue watching as my mother took off her slacks, revealing a […]
John had been at the library studying and when he left the building he wasn’t watching where he was going and hit his head on a low hanging branch. The next thing he knew he was walking on an inner-city street. He was still dazed and had no idea where he was. It was raining so he found an entrance to an apartment above a shop that was sheltered. Mary is a 40-year-old single woman who lives in the apartment. She was coming home from work when she found the young teen boy huddled in the doorway. She […]
Aunt Rita was my mum’s oldest sister and although she lived at the other end of the country she was always very close…. In fact I always thought of her as my second mum… She was married to Harry who was a lovely man and who I was also close to…. A bit like my best friend in fact. When they were sixty uncle Harry died suddenly… I went to the funeral with my mum and we stayed for about a week…. Rita was in bits…. Before we left to come home my mum told Rita that if she wished […]
