Sonia's Erotic Stories

It was my 15the birthday, and I had just come home late. I had a couple beers at a party, but was otherwise all right. I went home and my mom and her friend, Mrs. White, were over with a cake. They both giggled when they realized how drunk I was. I didn’t’ care, it was funny. But anyways, I ate some cake and humored them for a while. Then my mom went to the bathroom. I was sitting there, and all of a sudden, Mrs. White shows me her ass, asking, “Do you think I have

My cell phone wouldn’t stop ringing, but I had no time to take any calls as we made our way up to her doctor’s clinic. Bev had called me at work, and when she told me she had fallen, I dropped everything and rushed to her home. Normally Bev would call my wife for something like this, but Kate had been out of town for 3 days and was not due back for at least another two. Bev wondered if it was Kate trying to ring after I had left the message at her hotel that her

From the age of 6 to 18, I lived a couple of doors from my best friend. His dad was a doctor and worked long hours, and when he wasn’t working, he was on the golf course. My friend was an only child. His mom was about 28 when he was born, and she took great care of herself. I’ve posted stuff about her before. This thread reminds me of several times where she’d do housework in the sheerest of nightgowns. Of course, only around me, my friend and one other boy. Never

I was on holiday for the school break for 6 weeks and had no idea what to do for the long summer days. It was only the second day into the holidays when my grandma had taken a fall and badly bruised her hip and fractured her right arm. Me and my parents took the 2 hour drive over to her place, which was remote to say the least, to see what we could do. It soon became apparent grandma could not do anything hardly for herself, she was not the

It began when i was about 13, I was with a friend whose job it was to watch his next door neighbors house and feed their dog.  He asked if I wanted to go over with him, and i said sure.  He showed me where the owners had left the backdoor key for him and we went in.  After awhile he said you know who’s house this is?  No, well its Alice Hawthorne’s house.  You mean the Alice that’s in school with us?  Yep, that’s the one!  She is one bitch that i would love to get

The following began when I was 15 years old and continued until I was almost 18. My grandmother lived nearby and I frequently spent the night with her. I decided she was something of an exhibitionist and in a way trained me to be one too. She would put on a gown at night with nothing on underneath. I knew this because she would bend over my bed to adjust the covers and I could see all the way down the inside of her gown, her aged but ample breasts swaying in front of me. In the summer she would

Bath Time With My Aunt Sex is a strange thing surreal almost at times. First sex is seldom a cataclysmic opening, rather a buildup of various tendrils which will one day flower into full blush. As a teenager I had scarlet fever. Well perhaps more a virgin than a teenager 18 or thereabouts. I had to stay home from school, missing important exams in the process. I stayed at my aunt’s, my great-aunt really; she was deemed to be the only person able to care for me as the scarlet fever ran its course. It was awful

It was Friday night and I walked into the bathroom ready to have a bath. I stripped off down to my thong underpants and waited for my mother. I suppose I better back track here, or you’ll be wondering why an eighteen year old boy is still being bathed by his mother. When I was twelve years old I remember having a conversation with my mother one bath time. “Its about time you started bathing alone Zach.” My mother said. “You’ll be a teenager next year.” I was a shy boy back then, and I suppose to

I was barely 13 when I discovered the joys of masturbation along with a couple of friends of mine. We used to discuss sex and women, and quite often it would lead to a jerk off session. I remember that I was always horny it seemed like. It didn’t take much to get me going. Even in school, an accidental glimpse up a skirt would cause an instant erection. I can remember quite often standing in front of the urinal and stroking myself to relief during the class bells. Today in reading

(M/f, masturbation) OK, so I admit it, I peeked on my step-brother in the bathroom. It wasn’t really like, my fault though. My step-father had been remodeling one of the upstairs bathrooms, which adjoined my step-brother’s room, but not mine. I had to walk all the way down the hall to use the bathroom, and my step-father decided that he could just add a door leading to my room. This incurred some movement of the plumbing, which he stuck in my closet. There, he built a trap that could be opened to service the plumbing if something

I had just graduated from college three months ago. I moved in with my grandmother because she had an extra room and lived in the city. So I thought it would be convenient for job interviews. I got all my stuff moved in and was straightening up my room when she came in and asked me if I wanted to go swimming. I was shocked at how good she looked in her bikini. At 55, she was still attractive. She had short curly brown hair and her face didn’t have

I have had literally hundreds of fantasies in my lifetime and I am only in my twenties. Some of my fantasies are simple and to the point. Some are very detailed and would take hours of preparatory writing just so the reader would remotely understand the point. Most of my fantasies deal with the same topics. These topics are usually incestuous and always include in some relation, panties. This story starts being true. I am sure you will be able to tell when the story shifts from the what really went on to fantasy. Enjoy.

I had to attend a convention and it happened to be in the same city that my wife’s older sister lives. My wife suggested that I go a day early so I could visit her sister and family. I was going to spend the first night with them and then check into the hotel. I arrived around noon and visited with the family that afternoon. That night my sister in law informed me that she was going to let me sleep in her youngest daughter’s room. She said Barbara had agreed to give up her room

*** A husband deliberately exhibits his willing young wife to a group of college boys, and watches them watch her. *** Some years ago I was working at a vacant house near a college campus doing some clean up and maintenance work. The house was right behind one of the boy’s dormitories and had previously been occupied by students. A few of the days my wife had come along to work with me since the kids were in school. It was springtime and we were finally having some nice warm weather

Lori Saunders was a sixteen year old baby sitter for the Daly’s two kids, six year old Jessica and twelve year old Josh. She had been baby-sitting these kids for over two years and found it to be a very rewarding job. The Daly’s were well to do business people who owned their own chain of specialty clothing stores. Both were very busy, and appreciated the way Lori took care of their kids. Lori was paid very well, especially now that she could drive taking their kids to various functions freeing

     To say the least I was a bit nervous when I returned to my babysitting job the next week.  Everything seemed fine though once I got there.  After they left I waited awhile, made sure the kids were asleep and went to the bedroom to return her panties.  I could just tuck them back in her drawer and this whole situation would be over with.      I opened the drawer lifted up several pairs of panties and slid them in.  As I held them in my hand, I realized my heart was racing.  I couldn’t close

I cant remember the exact moment that thoughts of lingerie and women wearing them began dominating my sexual being.  Admiring and masterbating over the lingerie sections of moms catalogues was a common occurence at 6 or 7 years old.  A certain event though stands out as the moment my thoughts became a passion. I was 12 years old and often had babysitting jobs.  One of these was a regular Friday night job.  After some weeks there I realized I could set a clock to the time they would return and the kids were already in bed when

A long time ago when I was 17 years old, my mother was awaiting the birth of my younger brother. My father worked 3rd shift so my parents made arrangements for my mother’s younger sister, my 21-year-old aunt Marianne, to stay with us and baby-sit overnight while my father was at work when my mother was in the hospital. At first I thought, why do my 14-year-old brother and I need a babysitter? But then I stopped to think about it, my aunt Marianne is one of those women who looks a little plain but very

Ethan ran upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. He put on a pair of boxer shorts. His thing was not as hard as before, but it hung out the left leg of his shorts. He put on his jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. His thing clearly stood out against his left leg. He sighed and took the jeans off. Somewhere in his dresser was a pair of jockey shorts he no longer wore. He found them buried in the bottom drawer. He took off the boxers,

My girlfriend Diane is an exhibitionist and I am the appreciative voyeur. She is forty years old, very attractive, full-figured, and has very large, pendulous breasts. She wears loose fitting, low-cut blouses and tops and bends over in front of her “victims” giving them terrific views of her hanging breasts. She adjusts her bra straps loosely so that her breasts bulge out of the cups and her nipples peek in and out of view when she bends. She also wears denim jumpers and skirts and sits “unladylike” or squats or bends around men and teenage boys, giving them views up

It all started a couple days ago with Sue. Sue was a friend of mine a fifty year  old woman who I had hung around with for some time. A larger woman with big  slightly saggy tits and a pretty face. She still looked pretty good for her age.  Her and her husband had been divorced for about 15 years and she hadn’t been  with a man since then. Anyway she used to spend the night a lot and always would wear a nightgown. One  night we were sitting around watching a

The last time I saw grandma Virginia was about three years ago when grandpa Harry past away. It was just for a couple of days to attend the funeral. So, now that I had graduated college, I decided to take some time off to go visit my grandma. Rather than calling her in advance, I had decided to surprise her. With what little belongings I own stuffed in my car, which incidentally grandpa Harry had bought me for my 18th birthday; I headed south and drove all day to make it

   I knew that my life was going to be much different.  I didn’t know exactly what to expect but I couldn’t help thinking about the things that had been done to me at Aunty Brown’s and the way it had made me feel.  It was kind of scary but it also excited me a little.  Mommy pulled me out of extracurricular activities at school and insisted that I come right home every afternoon.  And when I did come right home that first afternoon she sat me down and said we had to have a

A few moments after waking up, a smile came across Catherine’s lips. Stretching, yawning, noticing the bright sunshine against the curtains, she pushed the covers aside and stood up, then turned toward the full length mirror.  Pulling off her nightgown and straightening her hair, she studied herself, and decided she liked what she saw.  The two months of diet and exercise, in anticipation of her nephews visit, had certainly paid off.  Her waist was nice and trim, her hips a gentle curve.  Her skin had a nice golden glow, all over.  She

We stopped at the drug store and had my prescription filled which seemed to take forever. The silence between my mother and I was almost unbearable. She didn’t yell at me or even say a word. But I could tell she was upset with me – or maybe disappointed somehow. When we arrived at our house my older sister was already home from high school. My mom told me to wait for her in the front room while she put her things away. “Son, we need to have a long talk. You

  My love of ladies’ silky underwear started when I was still at school.  I went to a co-educational school and at that time girls wore blouses and skirts for the winter term and then light cotton dresses for the warmer months.  They also quite commonly wore slips under their skirts and dresses and I used to spend many a happy time during a boring lesson catching glimpses of their nylon and lace slips and underskirts peeking from under the girls’ skirts.  There was one particular girl, for whom I had a burning lust, who regularly

I was about 11 years old when I first experienced the joys of masturbation. At that time of my life I spent most weekends at my grandparents’ home. My Aunt Mary lived there. She was divorced (and in fact never re-married). The bedroom I used was at the end of a corridor and I had to pass my Aunt’s room to reach the bathroom. When I passed her door I often saw her getting dressed (I could see through a crack in the door)She was a fairly large woman and she used to wear old

When I was twelve I was diagnosed with diabetes and had to spend several weeks in hospital. When I came home I had to make frequent visits back to out-patients to make sure I was getting on OK. On one such visit several months later my diabetes had got out of control and the doctor was trying to work out why. Had I had a cold, had I been eating too many sweets etc. Then she turned to my mother and asked “Is he developed yet?.” Rather flustered my mother replied “I’m not sure I’ve not

It was, I believe, within a week after my eighth birthday that my Aunt Virginia looked in on me one night to see if I was sleeping and ended up giving me my first lesson in the joys of sex. She was babysitting me and my sister (who is a year and a half younger than me), and was probably getting ready to settle in with her book.  As it happened, I was awake, and said something to her when she began to close the door.  I was, at the

Aunt Valerie asked me to babysit her kids last Friday night. Uncle Jim was out of town, and she was going out with some women she works with. Since I go to school in the town where she lives, it wasn’t a problem. For one thing, I could use the money. On top of that, I like to see as much of Aunt Valerie as I can. I’ve been having fantasies about my dad’s forty-year-old sister forever. She had never given any indication of interest in me, her eighteen-year-old nephew, but no matter

It was the first time the twins had made to their aunt’s house in over four Years, and not since they were ten years old had they been back to Omaha to Visit Aunt Valerie, their mother’s older sister. The train ride had been a real Adventure for the two eighteen year olds, since it was the first time they had ever traveled anywhere without their parents! Both Tommy and Tony had been a little nervous at the thought of traveling a thousand miles by themselves, but their fears quickly dissipated as they settled down in

This story is based upon actual events…. Feeing a slight dose of desperation the summer after I turned eighteen led me to wondering, wondering about what pussy might smell like. That summer before my senior year in high school, I remember lying in bed one night thinking I’d never, ever get the chance to find out. Girls were still pretty foreign to me then, different and unattainable. Boys on the school bus would say “pussy smelled like tuna fish” but considering the sources, how could I believe them? They didn’t know,

Last year my mother’s sister came to stay with us for a few weeks while my mom was having an operation. Aunt Suzanne was real nice to us all, helping out with the housework and stuff. One afternoon when after getting home from work, I just happened to walk down the hallway past her bedroom when Aunt Suzanne was undressing. I could hear the shower running through the half-open doorway of the guest bathroom. It had been a long time since I had seen my aunt naked; since when I was

After my parents got divorced, I lived with Mom. She had a good job and apparently was well paid because we never seemed to lack for any necessities. She got a recent promotion, though, and now she has to travel quite a bit. Although she seems to really like her job, having to leave me alone bothers her a whole lot. I’ll have to hand it to Mom– she’s very conscientious and seems to worry considerably about being a good parent. More than anything else, she worries that I won’t get

The story from the guy about masturbating with his mother-in-law’s panties brought to mind an experience I had when I was 14. My family was visiting my aunt & uncle that summer and we were staying at their house for two weeks. They had a very nice home with a large pool and backyard, and it was a great place to spend part of my summer vacation. I had no brothers or sisters but did have two cousins: Tom, who was 13, and his sister, Sue, 10. The very first day we arrived we were

A few years back when I was sixteen, my parents went on a European vacation, so I had to stay with my aunt at her house. My aunt is around 5’3″, in her mid forties and a little plump, but she has very large beautiful breasts. She is divorced and has no kids, so it was just me and her in the house. I’ve always been very close with my aunt, and could tell her anything, she even said if you have any questions about sex or anything you could ask me. I’ve been there for around

My parents were divorced when I was 12. The following year I was sent to my Aunt’s house for two months during the summer. My Aunt was 40 years old and had been divorced and living by herself in an old house for about 10 years. She was quite matter-of-fact about life, and did her best to make sure that I felt loved and confident that things would work out even though my family life was in turmoil. She worked until 4:00 each afternoon during the week but would always be home by 4:30, and make

As an only child in a dysfunctional family I got beaten up a lot by my dad and ignored or scolded by mom. By the time I reached my mid teens I had a serious masturbation problem only then I didn’t realize how bad it was. I masturbated frequently and compulsively, and was also an exhibitionist. All I got was punishment. My only friend was my aunt Marge, who was in her early fifties then. I would have liked to visit her more often, only she lived too far away to permit more

My aunt by marriage to my uncle (my mom’s brother) lived with us while he was living in Europe for 4 months on a business project. She was 38 and I was 15. She was also a larger woman… like my other aunt, she had huge breasts. She did not dress sexy but in fact dressed very conservatively… dresses and sweaters. She did not give sloppy kisses but she was affectionate and loved giving lots of hugs. She had a very contagious laugh and was very happy to be around. She slept in the guest room

*** It really is hard being a 13-year-old boy and being horny all the time. The thoughts of seeing my Aunt Polly naked was driving me crazy so I decided to find out what she really looked like. She likes to take a shower and get freshened up before supper each evening and I decided to hide in her closet in the hope of getting a view her treasures. I never dreamed that I would see more than I could ever imagine and become Aunt Polly’s Toy-boy. *** It has been three months since my parents died

The phone rang early the next morning, it was still dark. I woke up but didn’t bother opening my eyes, I was so tired. After 4 or 5 rings it went away but then started ringing again right after. Either my aunt didn’t hear the phone or she was ignoring it, but I really didn’t want to get up to answer it. Another 5 rings and it stopped, but then it came right back. Annoyed, I got up out of bed to answer it. It was somebody at Pam’s work wanting to speak to her. It

My aunt came home later that night with a box of pizza and a couple rented movies. I was still unsure of whether or not she knew what I was up to before she came home earlier that day, but I could only suspect she did. I tried to act as normal as possible but I could tell she was looking at me differently, giving me smiles that suggested she knew something I didn’t think she knew. We ate first because she said she was really hungry, then afterward she went to her room to change

The next morning I woke up around 11, walked into the living room and turned on the TV. Nothing but soaps were on so I tuned it to MTV and walked into the kitchen to look for something to eat. On the table was a note from my aunt. She wrote that she worked from 6 to 6 that day and she wouldn’t be home til close to 7. She said I could eat whatever I wanted in the fridge as long as I was careful not to spoil my dinner. She asked I not use

by StockingTops After Aunt Mary left the walk-in closet, I removed the cum soaked panties and slip she had given me to wear.  My erection was subsiding.  She had told me to find something else to wear, and to come out to the kitchen for breakfast.  I looked around her closet and was drawn to her full-length nightgowns.  As I looked through them, my amazingly resilient teenage penis returned to attention.  I wasn’t sure how many times I could cum in one day.  But I had already cum twice, and my penis was growing hard again.  I knew that Aunt

by StockingTops Aunt Mary never mentioned the cum soaked panties that I had placed in her hamper.  So I don’t know for sure that she noticed.  I would think that it would be hard for her not to notice!  I’m sure they were good and wet and sticky, having just been freshly soiled.  Nevertheless, she could have just grabbed a bunch of things out of the basket, and not noticed.  I go back and forth on this – telling myself it’s possible she didn’t notice.  But deep down, I know better. Things were a little different with Aunt Mary after

by StockingTops After that first experience of seeing Aunt Mary’s panties inadvertently exposed, and then finding the same panties, or a pair like them, in her hamper and masturbating with them, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.  An hour after masturbating with the panties I found in her bathroom hamper, I went back into the bathroom to find them again.  I opened the hamper and pulled them out.  They were right on top where I had left them, and where Aunt Mary had left them originally.  I held them up by the waistband.  They were full cut nylon briefs and

I was 18 years old and still in High School when my parents went on an extended vacation to Europe.  Since school was still being held, and this was my senior year, I was left behind and  I was told that I had to stay at Aunt Martha’s house.  My parents were going to be gone for two months, so they gave Aunt Martha full rights to discipline me any way she felt needed.  My parents hadn’t spanked me since I was 15 years old, and lately, I had been grounded

Chapter – 7 When Art arived home with Jerry the next afternoon Aunt Mable was at the door and It seemed to Art that she wanted to embarrass him.  His aunt kissed him the way she had been doing all week.  She rubbed tongues with him and rubbed her cunt against his cock.  Jerry watched and got a hard on just watching what she was doing to Art.  Mable looked at him and pointedly looked at his crotch making him blush right along with Art. “What’s the matter,

Chapter – 6 Art’s mother and Aunt Mable went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.  Art had to run out to the store to get some bread.  His father handed him a five dollar bill and Art walked the two blocks to the store, bought the bread, and returned.  He went around to the kitchen door and overheard a strange conversation.  His mother was asking a question when he arrived. “Well, how is he?” “As he would say, ‘Wow’.” “Is he as scared as Herb was?”

Chapter – 5 Art spent another interminable day in school and ran home without waiting for Sally again.  He hadn’t jerked off all day and his prick was sticking out like an iron rod.  Art couldn’t see his aunt and guessed she was up in her bedroom.  Just like yesterday his aunt was waiting in her room.  Art shed his clothes on the way up the stairs. His aunt got up and met him at the bedroom door, hugged him, kissed him, and rubbed his tongue with hers.

Chapter – 4 Art took one look at his parents and wished he could sink through the floor.  What if they found out his aunt had sucked his cock and he had lapped her cunt.  He wondered if they could look at him and tell something important had happened to him.  He sure didn’t feel the same as he had before he’d lapped cunt and had his cock sucked.  It must show somehow and he knew his parents would be able to see it. Art’s guilty conscience was

Chapter – 2 Aunt Mable arrived and Art ran out to help her with her bags.  It seemed that things were disorganized around his house.  His mother usually didn’t let things happen like this.  Jane was still out shopping and Milton had an unusual Saturday morning appointment at the office that he couldn’t get out of. Art was the whole welcoming committee.  It almost seemed as if it were arranged that way.  He carried her bags into the entryway, put them down, and waited for Aunt Mable to pay the taxi driver

Prologue   Art hadn’t seen Aunt Mable, his mother’s twin sister, in four years and he could hardly wait to see her again.  Aunt Mable was a real looker.  She had long blond hair and blue eyes and he remembered her as having a figure that didn’t stop.  His mother had the same kind of a figure and her features were the same as his Aunt Mable’s except she had brown hair. He loved his mother and thought she was beautiful but his mother didn’t do the things that his Aunt

Lisa Lorraine Bishop-Sullivan sat across from Bill on her white leather loveseat, her deep tangerine skirt riding high on her long shapely tanned legs. Her full breasts were straining at the thin material of her tight stretch top, her nipples plainly visible, hard, erect, shouting “touch me, Bill” mockingly across the room. Her tiny feet and ankles were framed in a beautiful pair of white stilettos with very thin straps around the ankles. Her face was radiant and lovely as always. Yeah, OK, she was getting to be a pain in the ass for him, but what

As a youth I was somewhat shy and just listened as my friends talked about sex I never got up enough courage to make a move on a girlfriend. The furthest I had ever gone with the girls I dated was kissing and hugging. I had fun with them, at dances, parties and such, but nothing sexual. Some of my friends would tell me that they had done it their girl friends. Naturally, I would fantasize about it and masturbate but that was as close as I came. One day in the fall of my senior

When I was probably around fifteen, my parents were planning to go out with my Aunt Judy and her friend. Judy had a dog so my parents brought me over to watch the dog while they were out. I had seen Aunt Judy many times dressed up and tonight she looked as incredible as she ever did. She was wearing a white blouse and a dark blue skirt and nylons. The high heels that she wore were closed toe pumps so I didn’t get much of a look at her feet right away. She had about size

I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had gone. She had left me a note; it read: ‘Wear this………AND ONLY THIS!!! After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall and wait!’ The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged with lace. Underneath the apron was a set of clean sheets. I

Auntie’s Saturday morning bath was a ritual that I will never forget. By this time (age 14) I was sleeping in Auntie’s bedroom (alone- it’s a long, dull story but Auntie was aware of my attraction to her panties and slips so she had more than an inkling of what would happen). After a while I began to look forward to these mornings and began planning little things such as arranging her drawer and putting my favorite panties and slip on top of her neatly folded piles so that Auntie would unintentionally model them for

Well I was 15 years old at the time and my grandmother was 58.  She had a younger sister who was only 50 and had an incredible body. I discovered this when she came over to my house for the weekend while my parents were gone.  She had to come over because her house was being fumigated and she had to stay somewhere close by.  The first day she was there she came to the door with a large suit case which I took up stairs.  My parents had

I would like to tell you about my Auntie “N”.  This is a true story and happened in the 60’s. When I was about 15, my Auntie “N” came to spend a couple of day’s with us.  As was the rule, I was moved to a mat in the atic, and Auntie “N” slept in my room.  I had to wait for her to leave the room to get my clothes and get dressed. One Sunday morning as every one was getting ready for church, I slipped into my room to get some underwear and clothes

At 13 I babysat the neighbor ladies kids, she would be about 40’s petite, black haired. small busted big assed, nice legs. When I got over there to babysit, nobody home..no kids, nobody. I called out….then she appeared, dressed in black panties and bra., heels. no stockings, nothing else but a smile!! My little cock twitched!!! Hello I said, ‘Hi honey,” she replied, acting embarrassed…”come into my bedroom while i get dressed, I’ll only be a minute!!.” I didn’t wait for a reply, like a rabbit I was in the bedroom, eyes agog….little prick stiff and at

  Billy Spencer had mixed feelings when he was accepted at Lutheran Baptist College. His favorite aunt no longer lived in Roanoke and the only person he knew there from past summers was Aunt Dalia’s neighbor, Mrs Mae Osgood. The propect of moving into a dormitory far from the security of home weighed heavily on the shy high school senior. Except for summer visits with Aunt Dalia, Billy had never been away from home. Small for his age, the unatheletic boy was painfully introverted and teased at school as a “mama’s boy”. He was also frightened

On occasion I visit my 60-year old widowed Aunt who lives in the southern US.  She has a slender figure with fair skin, red hair and a 34c chest. She is very loving but domineering. One time as we chatted in her home, the conversation drifted to my health. I told her I was feeling fine and she asked when the last time I had a physical? I replied that it has been about 5 years. She reprimanded me in a childish way. Even though I’m 40 years old she still remembers me as her cute 10

Burdened by two suitcases. Robert stumbled up the stairs to AuntJanice’s front door. He dropped them on the pavement and caught hisbreath. His arms ached and the exercise, combined with the warmspring day had caused him to sweat through his shirt. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Robert heard steps behind the door; he straightened up and tried to look his best. The lock turned and the door swung open. His Aunt did not smile as she stood aside and waved her hand to invite

Let me describe my auntie Grace. My auntie is 42, shoulderlength blonde hair,  5 foot four inches and 115 lbs. My auntie Gracehas an hour glass figure. My auntie has very nice legs. Myauntie  has a beautiful face, and lovely  green eyes. My auntie Grace is also a very sexy sensual smoker. I was about 25 when this happened. I was staying at my auntie’s house on vacation. It was summer and most of the family were spending time outside. My auntie always dressed in tight shorts. My auntie always wore nice fitting blouses. My

Thanks to a stupid play I was in back in 8th grade, I have had a major fetish for panties. I was playing a role of an Aussie detective who went undercover as a woman to solve a case. It was a lame part and at first the idea of having to wear a dress did not thrill me, but the night before the dress rehearsal my auntie, who was a slightly plump large breasted woman, was ironing my costumes. She asked me to try on the dress and I obliged. I went into the

Tommy hung suspended from his wrists in the punishment room set up by his Aunt Eileen to correct her own daughter’s naughty behavior but now used for his benefit.  He had been caught voyeuristically spying on his older sister while she undressed to bathe and his mother couldn’t tolerate any more of this ongoing behavior so she packed him off to her sister’s stern care.   Eileen looked at the boy and licked her lips.  The 11 year old boy looked innocent, almost girlish with milk white alabaster skin and

School was just out and it was the beginning of another one of those long hot summers.  A rather shy 16-year old at the time, very much aware of girls, but too scared to do much about it, I just sat back and watched, and wondered. Kind of quiet myself and not to prone to doing things with the guys, not really interested, I liked to stay home.  More than anything, I just really liked being with Auntie as much as I could. This was especially so lately.  She and My uncle had separated after

 We got Alice home sometime late Sunday, she was now moved into Gladys’s house using the bedroom where I used to sleep.  Everything went well, except moving her in a car was a real hassle.  Her broken leg was in a full cast from her upper thigh to her ankle.  Her badly broken right arm, was encased in plaster from her arm pit to her wrist.  Her other arm, the cast went from below her elbow to her hand, her thumb was immobilized.  She was in a lot of pain and on some pretty strong medication,

Thursday: Alice had already left for work, when I arrived Thursday morning.  I found a note on the kitchen table.  Dear Bobby: Had a good nights sleep, can’t wait to see the look on Jack’s face!  I hope I can pull this off.  Your my rock and I know you’ll be there for me.  You’ve been a very big help to me.  I couldn’t have hired a better painter, you’re doing a super job.  The house never looked this good before.  Thank you so very much!   Love and KISSES   XXXXXOOOXXXX    AUNTIE ALICE P/S   I

TUESDAY: Gladys’s sister Alice was four almost five years younger than Gladys.  Alice, had curly shoulder length black hair, the same dark complexion as Gladys, they always looked like they had just come from a tropical island where they had spent the whole time sunbathing. Alice and Gladys look very similar, except Alice had finer features she was slightly better looking.  Her figure a tiny bit slimmer than Gladys’s, Alice never had any children.  They both had long straight legs, Alice was slightly taller, of the two Gladys’s breasts were a touch bigger. I arrived at

Helen Strangers was a fine-looking woman in her mid-thirties.  A woman of independent means, she lived in some style in a large Edwardian country house set in its own grounds.  Inside the house was exquisitely furnished, and she was served by a cook-cum-housekeeper, the taciturn Miss Pring, and the handyman-cum-gardener Allan. When Darren’s father got the Consul’s job, Helen offered to look after her nephew.  It seemed the ideal arrangement since Helen lived not far from Darren’s exclusive private school and already saw the boy on a regular basis. Above all

As if Sunday morning started off good Aunt Gina and i decided to go swim in the pool for a little bit and take in the afternoon’s sunshine. Aunt Gina was wearing her just there white bikini and i in my swimming trunks. When we got out of the pool Aunt Gina laid down a blanket on the concrete and covered up by and 8 ft fence surrounding our area of view asked me to lie down with her and revisit her body.”Kiss me, Chris,” She said. “Kiss me as your girlfriend, not your Aunt. Kiss

  My mind was still reeling over what had happened with my Aunt last night. So much in fact, that I stayed up a lot later than I wanted to thinking about. I thought about it so much in fact, that I jerked off just to relieve the pressure, thinking about her gorgeous body sliding up and down on me. It was a feeling that was foreign to me. Because my Aunt and I had always been very close, and to be inside her was dirty. It didn’t hurt that she was super sexy too! At the

  I quickly tried to wash all of the soap off of myself as I came back from my heart pounding orgasm I just had looking at my aunt out at the pool. I quickly turned the water off grabbed for my towel and dried myself off and threw on a pair of underwear and some shorts and lay on the bed in my aunt’s room. So this is where she sleeps at night huh I thought. I got up like most 15 yr old boys have an urge to look at what she wears under her

  I was a young man of 15 when I was invited over to my aunt Gina’s house for the weekend. Aunt Gina was never married 43 years old and lived alone, she also was very wealthy and had recently had an in ground pool installed. I was included in being able to use the pool anytime I wanted granted I kept it clean and was in on the maintenance of it during the summer. No problem I said. My aunt was a very attractive older woman with blondish hair short around her shoulders, her body was

Women’s panties have always aroused me. I have a fine collection that I have collected and wear to ease my frustration. My wife even enjoys helping me with my fantasies, but that is another story. When I was in the Navy, I was trained to be an electrician. One day, after moving back to my hometown, my Aunt Gerri called and asked if I could come over to her house. She said her garbage disposal was not working. She said her husband had just left to play golf. He would be gone

*** True story of a young boy coming of age in 1950’s small Georgia town. *** I was born in a small town in Georgia in 1940. My Mom and Dad owned the only grocery store in town and worked 6 days a week from 7 in the morning until 6 at night. I was an only child and was cared for by my Aunt Estelle. Aunt Estelle was not really my aunt. She was a black lady who took care of me before and after school, cleaned the house, washed clothes and cooked supper every day.

One summer early in Peter’s teen years, his mother sent him to stay with his Aunt Emily, who ran a boarding house for young men in the north of England. Peter was quite excited, both at the novelty of the trip and at the prospect of being more “on his own” for the summer. He had onlyrecently discovered the boyish pleasures of masturbation, and he waslooking forward to having opportunity to explore them out of thesupervision of his parents. Little did he know that his mother’ssuspicion of his secret activities was the prime motivation for sending

Three months later my Aunt Dot came back to visit me again, I welcomed my Aunt with open arms and a kiss! Aunt Dot told me my Uncle Bernard is back in the hospital again, this time for a back surgery. Uncle Bernard been suffering with back pains for several years, but this time he’s getting it taken care of. Aunt Dot and I was sitting on the my couch talking and talking. Then she asks”Carlyle, I have to pee can I use the restroom”? Isaid”Aunt Dot, your my guest  you can do what ever you want, you

I come from a rather close, extended family in the Northeast part of the U.S. Both my mom’s sisters lived within twenty miles of us when I was growing up, and we would see each other frequently. My Aunt Delores was about five years older than my mom. She was divorced when I was fairly young and never remarried. Despite being older, she was the “cool” Aunt in the family, and I looked forward to her babysitting me or spending nights at her house when my parents went out. She was pretty loose with the rules. She

I liked to go over to my Aunt Charlene’s house, and watch her work in thegarden. She seemed to work out there quite a bit, and one day, I was there allday with her, from early morning until late in the afternoon. Wearing only ahalter top, it wasn’t long after she quit and took a bath that I noticed how red she was. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked. She nodded. “I got way too much sun, huh?” “You need something on that,” I said. “We have some aloe stuff in the medicine chest, I think,” she said.

My mom left me with her old friend Cecilia. Her boyfriend got her in trouble and she had to go away for six months. At first I would cry a lot and Ceci told me to call her auntie. She would try to get me to relax and started to give me baths to help me sleep. One night she wore a low cut top and I got a boner. She acted like nothing but kept looking at it. I never played with it but it felt good. After she washed my hair she rinsed me

by Christopher **This story is affectionately dedicated to Miss Juliette Anderson and director Henry Paris, two pioneers, never to be forgotten.                                 ****** ‘Understanding women’ is an oxymoron. You never really understand them. If you’re lucky you survive them. Take exhibitionism for example. Why do some women, maybe even a co-worker or the wife of a neighbor, get pleasure from flashing hapless shoe salesmen or “surprising” pizza delivery boys  wrapped in just a towel? Power? Danger? What possesses some women to perform sex in front of others or even before a camera? What is the drive

My Aunt Carmen was the stuff young boys’ wet dreams are made of. She’d been widowed for several years by then. While she’d been married she’d been rather dumpy and unattractive, but when she became single again she ditched her frumpy wardrobe in favor of tight jeans and miniskirts, which made her look irresistible even though she was well past forty. Gone were the “sensible” flats in favor of tall stiletto heels. No more erotic woman ever lived! To Mom and my other Aunts, Aunt Carmen was the subject of endless gossip. They never seemed to

By BOB  Sitting in my aunt’s living room I patently watch TV.  I was waiting for my Aunt Betty to come home from work.  Aunt Betty was my mom’s oldest sister.  Aunty and her husband Uncle Cam lived in a lower one-bedroom apartment.  They never had any children, but you could tell that they both loved kids.  Uncle Cam would always walk me up to the corner store when I came to visit.  He’d buy me candy, comic books and any junk food I wanted.  His specialty was to buy a brick of vanilla ice cream and

I called her “Aunt B” but not in any sarcastic way, for she gave me a gift I will always treasure. She was nothing like the Mayberry matriarch at all. Not at 35 years old with abounce in her walk and a figure that caught the eye — and threatened toblacken it — of every man who entered the downtown Birmingham library where she ran the reference section and taught creative writing at night. And unlike Sheriff Taylor’s aunt, my Aunt B had raven hair, worn in a style Inow see silhouetted on expensive cameos, caught

My Aunt Anne came to live with us after her divorce. She had a part time jobas a hair dresser, and was at home most evenings. I had no idea why she didn’t date. She just seemed to like to stay home and read. She had quite a collection of magazines. Some of them were women’smagazines, and one in particular, I noticed, show pictures of naked men with hard ons. One day while she was out shopping, I went into her room, slowly goingthrough the drawers, looking for the stash of nudie magazines she had hiddensomewhere. I

One summer, I paid a visit to my aunt in Illinois. Now she was in her early 40’s and pretty with short close cropped blond hair. I usually got to spend a week with her, usually doing chores and generally helping out. She was very encouraging of my personal interests, and seemed enthusiastic about many of my teenaged hobbies.(I soon found out that she was enthusiastic about other things as well!)One afternoon I was helping out in the yard when it started raining, and as I was running towards the house, I slipped and fell, landing

My mother has been a widow for about five years. We have a nice house in a goodneighborhood. I’m an only child and mother and I have always been close. I guessour loss brought us closer. I am big for my age (16 years old) and a goodstudent. About a year ago, mom’s sister Beth moved in with us after she left herabusive husband. At first I didn’t like having her there, but I soon learned tolike Beth and enjoyed her company. She helped mom around the house andfrequently helped me with my homework. Beth is very

I had just graduated from college with an engineering degree and had taken a job in the same town as my aunt Alice. We had been very close when I was a kid as her family lived in the same very small town as I had. Her oldest boy was my age and I spent a lot of time at their place because we lived in the country and they lived in town. Her youngest had graduated from high school last spring and she divorced her husband during my freshman year in college and had

The following story is true and deals with things, whichhappened involving my Mothers Aunt and me during WorldWar II. I will be 73 years old in December, 2001and havethought about these events frequently over the last 60years. I can tell you two things of which I am certain.First, I am convinced that none of this would havehappened if it wouldn’t have been for the war. Second, Idid not then, nor do I now feel as if I was abused in any way. I had just turned 13 when the war broke out in Decemberof 1941.

Unless your mother dresses you up in girls clothing at age 3, I would assume about age 11 or 12 years old for most boys .  I was probably an exception.  I wore my first pair of panties at age 5. I was staying at my grandmother’s for the summer.  One day, she left to go to a neighbor’s house to borrow some flower and chat for a few minutes.  At this time I saw my chance to go into her room and look in her undies drawer.  Since I’d been think about wearing girls undies for

Through the years, Trish has become more modest. Perhaps it was the fact that age is creeping up on her, it’s hard to say, but she has exposed herself less and less in public. She is still a good looking woman, even though she’s put on a little weight over the years (she’s at 118 from her younger 108 lbs and her breast size has increased to 36C). I never stop telling her how good she looks and keep on encouraging her that she could dress for her age and still look sexy. She still

My fetish for slips all started when I was 5 years old. I awoke one night to my first raging hard on. I realized that touching it felt good but my fingers or the sheets just didn’t do it for me. It was about 3:00AM in the morning and I was frantic, my cock sticking out of my underwear bobbing and throbbing. I made my way into the bathroom where the clothes hamper was, shufffling through the clothes I found a pair of my mother’s panties. Rubbing my cock with the back silky area of

      I remember when I was in 7th grade and my sister was a junior in highschool I would hurry home from after school everyday before my sister got home so I could go in her room and go through her drawers looking for her underwear. I couldn’t wait to relieve myself of the hard-ons I used to get in class  thinking about rubbing my penis with her white nylon panties.      Most of the time I would run home and knock on her door to check if she was home.  When she wasn’t I

She answered the door wearing her usual evening attire, an old worn cotton print bathrobe and slippers. Mrs. “B” was busy hanging drapes, and wasn’t sure what time Danny, her son would be home. He had gone with his father to a friend’s house for a game of cards and pizza. I had stopped by to see if Danny was ready to go. He and I had talked about shooting some hoops at the park and then cruising the local burger joints and hangouts tonight. “While you’re here, would you

I have always been attracted to my aunt. She is rather attractive and is always open with me about nudity (probably because in my family I am the one everyone thinks of as innocent). She would often take her bra off in front of me showing her gorgeous breasts. She would undress completely in front of me and put her night clothes on. She didn’t wear anything underneath her night clothes so I often saw her vagina when she laid just right on the bed. She used to bathe me and of course had to wash

Auntie put the paddle ball paddle and the bath brush down on the bed and smoothed her short skirt over her bottom as she sat down. The boy moved to her right side. He could see the tops of her breasts that were bared by her low cut blouse. He wished that he could nuzzle them, burying his face in her cleavage. “Over my lap, honey” Auntie told him, as she hiked up her skirt, baring her thighs. He could see that she was wearing black lace panties. The boy lay

A few years ago, I worked with a beautiful young, divorced lady.  Ann had long blonde hair, was 5’10”, slender, and had legs that went on forever.  She always wore 4″ heals and skirts that were dangerously short.  In the mornings she would come into my office and we would do a “skirt check.”  She would stand by my desk and see if the hem of her skirt would touch the top of my desk.  More often than not, the hem of her skirt was higher than the top of my desk. After her skirt check,

Jimmy O’Rourke sat on the living room couch as he and his parents watched the movie of the week. It was a hot summer night and the O’Rourke’s apartment didn’t have air conditioning. The outdated wiring of the old Brooklyn apartment house just couldn’t handle the load. Instead the 16 year old had to settle for sitting around in his gym shorts and trying to cool off with the large fan over in the corner. The movie was pretty boring, but his mother seemed to enjoy it. His father had dozed off in his

When I moved to the city for a job, there was no way I could afford my own apartment. I finally found something I could afford but it was only a room at Mrs. D’s house. The woman is crazy and yet I don’t want to move out and do like her. I was only there less than a week the first time she walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower. I know I locked the door but she came in anyway supposedly to put clean towels in

When I was 15 years old, I was not experienced with the opposite sex and my only sexual experience was solitary masturbation. On a given Saturday morning, “Diane,” a long-time childhood friend, awakened me early in the morning. (We had been friends since first grade-she and her younger brother often played kick ball and rode bikes together.) On this particular morning, she knocked on my window outside my bedroom-the window was open-and I was laying on my twin bed dressed only in my boxers with the sheet barely covering my privates.

As you may remember from the last four parts, I had a sales call with a woman client that ended up not only giving me the best lingerie massage I ever had, but introduced me to one of her associates, Gerry, with beautiful long legs and an offer that excited me to the greatest depths.  I was supposed to call Gerry to show her the new prototypes from my company and also to meet her for lunch. I called Gerry to setup a date for lunch but my call was forwarded

I called Beverly the very next day to meet again with Alena; however, due to her schedule conflicts the appointment would have to wait for 8 days.  During that time, I reminisced over and over about the day with Alena at work and again at her home.   A slip massage!  How could it get any better?   Being a typical man, I was in bliss. The days went very quickly until our meeting on Thursday and I made sure that I looked my best hoping for another memorable moment.  I’m sure my

Just as I was ready to blow completely, she got off me and pulled me down further onto the bed.  She reversed her position so that her pussy was right in front of my face and her head was down by my cock.  She handed me a slip and told me to massage her while she massaged me.  I could smell her own fragrance between her leg as I placed my face on her stomach and reached underneath her slip where my hand felt her silky underwear that was so wet

As Alena and I left the office, she told Beverly that she would be out the rest of the day.  Alena told me to follow her home and that she would make my afternoon the most enjoyable ever!  Now, here I am wondering how could anything be better than what I just experienced. All the way to her house, I replayed over and over about my experience at her office.  The shimmering and softness of her beautiful slip on my face and on my cock.  How absolutely sexy she looked.  Her

I have been in search of finding my first apartment and what happened today helped me make my decision on a particular one. As I walked into the main office of a local apartment complex, a beautiful girl walked up to me and asked if she could help me with anything. As I told her that I was interested in an apartment she delightfully told me that she could show me around the complex and a few available apartments. This girl was amazing; she had brown medium length hair, short stature, beautifully shaped ass, and a sexy

Attached is a wonderful experience from sixty years ago. I hope you find it interesting. My first experience with panties, stockings and garters was also my first experience with sex. It was during the war in 1943 when I was thirteen. All the men were off to war. I was a paperboy, and the Sunday paper was delivered in the morning. The last stop on my route was the apartment of a very attractive nurse in her early forties who worked the night shift at hospital. She arrived from work

When we were visiting my mother-in-law, I was in the bedroom. My wife had already gotten up earlier and gone out to do some shopping. I had an erection And decided to take care of it before getting dressed. I got out of bed and stood in front of the dresser mirror, because I enjoy watching myself. It didn’t take me long to get to the point where I was about to come, because basically all I wanted to do was relieve myself. But at the moment my mother-in-law walked in, bringing some fresh

My panty love began when I was a young boy, delving through my mother’s collection of silky delights. I can’t remember the details of the first encounter with panties, that first caress and scent, but I do recall sneaking up to her bedroom when she was out or pre-occupied, and sifting through the pairs in her drawer. It was a feast to the eyes and to the hands. However, easily the most memorable and sensual time in my panty experience was with another mother’s panties – my best friend’s mother’s, Margaret… She was an

My Mother is old, 89 last October. She knows just about everyone and has uncountable friends….friends of all ages. Me, being a single, under-sexed 38 year old (I never married, content to help my mother in her aging years, she is almost blind) always enjoyed the company of Mum’s numerous friends. One old friend is about 20 years younger at a sprightly 68. Judith is a kind hearted lady, much like my Mum. Nothing is ever too much trouble and she is always willing to help those in need. One evening

Way back when I was a lad and living in California I shared an apartment with a friend. Across the way was an older woman who kind of adopted us and looked after us. We were in the service and at the time it was hard for servicemen to be accepted in San Diego and she was very nice to us. By older, I mean she was older than us at the time. We were almost 20 and she was late 30’s. My friend had duty one night and I was home alone. Our neighbor had

Ann had been having a relationship with James for nearly two years now. He was very dominant and had of couse spanked her on many occassions. He required her total obedience at all times. However lately he had been even more demanding and had started to humiliate her whenever he could, more and more in public places. For example he insisted that she wore very short skirts and dresses when they went to the cinema or worse still the pub for a drink. As well as the mini skirts he insisted that she always wear

            I am the branch manager for a national parts distributorship. My store manager’s name is Anita. Anita is 35, single, and German. She is a size six with a beautiful hour glass figure. She dresses very conservatively, usually slacks and a blouse. Anita is very conservative and somewhat of a prude. She has made it known on several occasions that even the slightest off color joke or discussion will be reported to HR.             Three months ago, my boss showed me where we have been losing inventory dollars every month. The strange point

            It has been a few months since our first encounter. Anita has kept up her promise to be my little whore. The thefts have stopped and my boss is happy. Anita now wears a dress or skirt to work every day. I know that underneath she has on matching panties (size 6), garter belt, stockings, and bra (38D). I know the sizes because I bought them for her on our many trips to lingerie departments and shops. Later I find out that today’s set is black.             At work, Anita has loosened up.