Sonia’s Erotic Stories

by JAS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY SISTER RACHEL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Firstly let me say that my sister and I have always been very close.  Our parents were broad minded and brought us up never to feel ashamed of our bodies or shy about being seen nude by each other.  Right up to early adolescence we even bathed together and thought nothing of it. ‘Twogetherness’ in the bath only came to an end only after my mother came into my room one morning.  I was taking off my pyjamas to get ready for school and as had become

by JAS INTRODUCTION “The United States and England are two nations separated by a common language!” or something like that. I don’t know who said that but it sounds like either Mark Twain or George Bernard Shaw.  They’re probably two of the most often quoted writers in the English language after Shakespeare and arguably a lot more humorous. Well, this is another story from England, where in an ideal world ladies wear stockings and use suspenders to hold them up. Here Braces are used by men to hold up their trousers as well as by

I have had desires for my MIL for years. She is in her mid-70’s now, but still a flirt and a tease along with still being very attractive. There are many stories I can share, but we tease each other a lot and very open when it comes to sex. In our joking and teasing, I’ve actually squeezed her breasts a few times over her blouse or nightgown. I’ve let her catch me nude numerous times and don’t try to hide from her. Just need to be careful with the wife around. My MIL has lived with

The phone rang and I picked it up. “Hello Mr. M. This is Tina,” I heard come across the line. “Oh, hi Tina. How are you?” I asked. “I’m fine, but I just got a new client. Would it be OK if I switched to Friday mornings instead?” she asked. Tina was my house cleaner. She came in once a week for 4 or 5 hours and straightened the place up. I used to be in charge of cleaning the house, or rather, I took on the job when I was disgusted with my wife and kids

my first story. true to the word One day when I was about 16 years old my family and I had a dinner over by my aunt and uncles house. My aunt, Marilyn, who had just turned 40 had 2 kids one of which who is only 12 and has a very developed body with the nicest ass I’ve seen on somebody under the age of 14. She took after her mom. Even though Marilyn was 40 , she had an ass that was so firm and round you would think she is 20. Her

Spending the day with my mother inlaw has never been so much fun! Hey there everyone!   My name is Mark and this is my first story that I’m submitting on here.   I have many encounters that I want to put up here.   The majority of them are true.   I’m 6’5’’ 250 pounds, light brown hair, brown eyes, nice build.   The first story that I’m submitting is the first encounter I had with my mother in-law a few years ago.   I am happily married but not faithfully married.   I most of

*** Her friend Ronda needed a place for her son Ron to stay while finishing his senior year in high school and on into college as her husband was being transferred to another city. Having a nice young son around the house would be nice especially considering that her husband traveled quite often and she was alone. *** Rhonda and I were friends before her son was born. We have not had children of our own, as I could not get pregnant. We consider Ron one of our own and his Mom and Dad were grateful as

After discovering the joys of panties with my mother, I began to look farther afield for a source of lingerie. One day, I went round to a friend’s house just to watch a bit of television and do what normal kids do, which is what he thought anyway. After playing football in the back garden for a bit we went into the living room to relax and have something to eat. Realising my opportunity I excused myself and said that I was going to the bathroom. I got up and ran up the stairs and when

When I was 12 years old a friend of mine asked if I could spend the weekend at his house. We asked my mom she said ok. I looked forward to being there. I always loved his mom. She was beautiful and always wore dresses and skirts with white slips under them. I remember one day after school my friend and I were playing in the yard he got angry at me and called me a son of a bitch. His mom came to the door and called us inside. She was angry and said I’m going

I have for some time been writing about a current and ongoing relationship with my partners, 76 year old, Aunty Jean and her daughter Jane. I feel it is time to commit to paper how my attraction for much older women started some 31 years ago when I was 19. Like a lot of young men of that age I was obsessed with girls and sex and spent most of my waking life thinking about and trying to get plenty of the latter. So onto Aunty Elsie my grandmother’s

  My very first introduction to the wonderful world of girls clothes began at the tender age of 7 years old when I was a boy. It was a busy mid week morning in our family home. My Dad was busy getting ready for work, while my older 9 year old brother, my younger 6 year old sister, and myself waited our turns to use the bathroom to wash and dress for school. As my older brother was first in the pecking order, he got to use the bathroom after my

The first time I saw her I was only fourteen. She was married, twenty-two and had two children. She spent the summers on her husband’s boat, which was docked next to my parent’s sailboat. I had often watched her at the pool where she would play with her kids in the water and then sun herself on the deck for several hours. She had a great body; large breasts, a tiny waist and long smooth legs that ended in a perfect ass. She always wore the same black two piece suit that showed off her great tan

*** This is a true story that really happened to me as I was going through puberty. Although I’m twenty eight now, I can still remember it so clearly — as if it happened just yesterday. It started with my sister and then involved my grandmother. And I’m so grateful to her for helping me to satisfy my curiosity through my adolescent years. *** If only I could relive these experiences again with the knowledge that I have now, it would be wonderful. One thing that I have is

My first panties was an erotic event centered around arousal and self pleasure. I have another story detailing my first pair, it’s tame, but this one includes events leading up to that first wonderful experience. I was 13 when my parents divorced, I stayed home with my mother. My mother was pretty hot looking and had no reservations about dressing in front of me walking around the house displaying the various pieces of feminine attire available to a woman in the 70s’. It was during those times my arousal was apparent. Sexy images such as her and

My first of many embarrassing moments happened when I was thirteen. If you read my story in “First Encounters” you remember that I had stolen two pairs of panties and a wonderful petticoat from my cousin Bonnie and I kept them under my bed in a storage box intended for preserving dresses. Also in the box were three pairs of my mother’s nylon panties and two pairs of the landlady’s panties that I had stolen from the clothesline. Every night after I finished my homework I would play with these frillies, and I thought

When I was in my last year at school some new neighbours arrived.  It was a couple with baby twins, and the wife, who was younger than her farm worker husband, became very friendly with my mother, who used to look after the twins.  At that age I was very interested and inquisitive about girls and noticed that as Irene bent over to attend to the twins, her rather short dress rode up at the back.  I was intrigued to see the elasticated legs of her white or sometimes pale blue knickers.  These knickers were similar to

It all started when I used to spent time with my grandma as a child where I had access to her bedroom and used to see her undies scattered around her room as well as on the washing line. What really triggered my interested was she took me on holidays (vacation) with her for a few days to a friend of hers and I had to sleep with here. She used to wear nylon knickers over her corset and stockings (no tights then) and had no qualms about walking around the bedroom in her undies when I

Sorry if this is long winded, its my first post and I very much enjoyed thinking back to these experiences!! Please tell me if you enjoy!! my first time exposing myself happened when I was sixteen and it was to a 70 year old woman and this a true story!!! At the time, my mother (parents divorced) had been dating a guy Neil for about 3 months and decided to go away for the weekend. Now my mother, being the spoilsport that she was wouldn’t leave me alone in the house, my father was

My ex got a kick out of me showing my cock off and often set up opportunities for me to show. I was 12 years older than her, and her mother was 16 when she was born, so her mother was fairly close in age to me. Her stepfather abandoned sex when he turned 45 because he didn’t see the need for all that anymore, and it was rather messy. On the other hand, my ex said that her mother was rather lusty and very vocal during sex. My ex told me that before she married her

My ex worked for a company that had an art department, and she was very friendly with a lady that was a really fine artist. My ex discovered that the artist was very fond of cocks and purchased gay magazines that had lots of cock pictures in them. She and my ex were having lunch one day and the artist mentioned that the thing she enjoyed most was seeing live cocks. Since we live in Florida, there were many opportunities for her to get peeks at beaches, fast food joints and parks, but they were

  Some journeys seem so long, almost without end. But there is always a beginning at least, and this beginning sometimes seems like only yesterday… Looking back over the years, I have vague memories as a young lad, of discovering the fascination of browsing through the Sears catalogue, and homing in on the lingerie and corsetry pages. The illustrations were mostly line drawings, and the females depicted appeared alien to any real person I knew at that tender age. It was beyond my undeveloped but rapidly evolving mind to imagine why the opposite sex actually wore

I am not sure exactly what got me first interested in wearing my mother’s panties (and lingerie), but I do know that my fascination with them began when I was about 12 or 13. Perhaps it was the occasional glimpses I had of my mother dressed so sexily in just her panties and bra that aroused my interest in these delectable items of intimate feminine apparel. Anyway, from the first time that I pulled on a pair of mom’s panties I knew I was hooked on wearing them. They felt so good as the nylon silky material

I was in my room trying to get some sleep but the birthday party still going on downstairs made it a little difficult to even try. I lay in my bed wide eyed just listening to the incoherent rambling and loud laughing going on, and not to mention the music, my parents old music. I heard someone stumbling around just outside my room, it was probably one of my dads drunk friends looking for the toilet, so being the good guy I am, I thought I’ll help them out. When I opened the door it wasn’t

It was about 5 years ago. I just started a new job working in an office. It was a small office with about 7 people working in it. Most of the women there were very plain an boring with the exception of one. Her name was Pam. She was a beautiful women with long blonde hair, nice body and great legs. Most of the time she would wear a skirt or dress. They were always very sexy and low cut. When ever I would get the chance I would try and see if she wore a

One summer, when I was 16 years old, my parents went on a vacation.  My parents were going to be gone for three weeks and they didn’t trust me to be alone for that length of time.  So they had my older cousin, Jane, who was in college, to baby-sit the house and me.  It worked out well, because she was able to cook good meals for me, ad she kept the house clean.  Before my parents left they told me, “Jane will be in charge of everything while we are gone.  If you get into trouble,

Even though I was just several months older than my girl cousin “Jill”, when her parents went out of town, I was asked to sleep over her house. Since we both went to the same school, so that didn’t present a problem even sleeping over during the weekdays. I was the normal horny teenager with both voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendancies. I used to talk to Jill about sex in fact, I was the one who told her about the birds and the bees (something she still teases me about to this day). Jill had developed

  CHAPTER ONE I couldn’t wait for the weekend to get here. My best friend had invited me to go along on a camping trip with his family. It would be Steve and I together with his parents. Steve’s mother’s name was Pam. She had light brown hair, a slender, athletic body and a very pretty face. She was a nice lady and easy to get along with. I was looking forward to the camping trip and being close to her because I’d always been secretly attracted to her. In my opinion she was the

My best friends mom… What can I say about her? She made every boy on the block drool. Now to be fair I wasn’t a bad as some of his friends, who were only friends with him so they could be around her as much as possible. But lets just say that I never turned down an offer to hang out either… Although she was only a hair over five foot she was built like a goddess, enormous breasts constantly straining against the tight shirts she seemed to prefer, setting up

  This is a true story of my youth. It’s amazing how life takes its shape. I had the good luck to be able to live out my fantasy with a wonderful lady. My aunt Violet. My aunt Violet was the first real love of my life. I was 18 and reveling in the excitement that older ladies were now causing me. A little while earlier, I had been seduced by my teacher, a Nun. But that’s another story. Violet was a young boy’s dream. Long shoulder-length raven black hair, ruby red lips, a voluptuous,

By the time I turned twelve I was constantly horny, so I would always try to find a way to jerk off as often as possible. One day I had to stay with my Aunt. She is not very attractive or anything but she is very cool. She lets me do pretty much anything while I’m there. So she said she had to go out for a while but if I wanted to I could stay here and hang out till she got back. I knew this was a chance to jerk off so I told her

How I got started to love nylon panties. I went to school which was several blocks away from home. I would pass by my aunt’s house on the way to school. one day i had to use the bathroom and didn’t think I could make it home in time, so i stopped by my aunt’s house. She lived alone and never married, because she said she never met the right man. I went into her bathroom and while in there, I noticed two pairs of panties hanging on the shower rod.

I was caught masturbating by my aunt when I was sixteen and when travelling the country visiting all my relatives before joining the navy. She was my mother’s youngest sister and I was staying with her for a couple of days. On the night before I went home she took me out for the evening. She was very attractive, in her thirties and between husbands at the time. When we got back, she threw herself on the couch. (This is where I would be sleeping that night) and as

I got a divorce a year ago and I was looking for a place to live. My two aunts (my dad’s sisters) are retired widows, ages 62, 68 and I’m 51. We were always very close. They called me up one day and invited me to stay with them until I could get back on my feet. I told them under a few conditions, which were that I pay my own way and that I not disturb their life-styles. They agreed and said I could live down in their rec room since they didn’t come down there

  I awoke the next morning naked in my bed, thinking of what had happened yesterday. As I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, I looked into my aunt’s room and noticed her naked on her bed. I continued to the bath room and noticed her bikini bottoms on the floor. I started to take a piss in the toilet. After I was done I washed my hands and went downstairs to get some breakfast. I popped in some toast and looked at the fridge and saw a note.

My name is Mike. This all started last summer when I had just finished high school. I just turned 18 and was soon going to college. The place my aunt lived was somewhat rural, but it was a large neighborhood. This neighborhood was a lot closer to the college I was going to, for it was only a half an hour away from the college. My mom suggested that I go live with her to save money on gas. My aunt was 41yrs old and was still pretty hot for that age; at 5’6″ she had slightly

*** My parents go on a 6 week holiday while I stay with my sexy aunt June. I find it easy to hypnotize her to get what I want from her. (m/F, inc, 1st, nc, ws, mc) *** PART 1 My parents are leaving in 2 days on a month cruise and a 2 week land tour of Asia but due to a run in I had with a fucking cop I can’t get a past port so I am going to stay with my aunt June. I do like June

By the time I was twelve-years-old I was an experienced masturbator, having been doing it for over three years, and by the summer of my twelfth year I was doing it a lot. Some of it was when I got to stay at my aunt Helen’s that year all by myself, without my brothers or sister, during school break. Being the oldest did sometimes have it’s advantages. My aunt Helen along with my uncle Jim lived in a rural area with a lot of fields and woods around them. So during those warm summer days I liked

I had started masturbating at an early age of 14. Mostly I used to imagine and fantasize about newly married couples whom I knew from my known circles and relatives. As I grew older then it was at times some teachers in my school. Somehow I always fantasized about older than me women and never my age or young females and probably this had been the reason for my obsession for older women. When I was 18, I happened to visit my uncle/aunt in a nearby town and had to live there for 2-3 days to

This is a great site, keep the stories Cumming. I am sitting hear writing this in a pair of very sheer pantyhose and typing with one hand, you all know what I’m doing with the other. When I was about 14 I started to like watching women in hose. My sister would leave her hose in the bathroom and I would spend a lot of time there putting them on and getting off in them. Well every weekend my aunt Marie would come to our house and spend the day always wearing a dress and very

  I have never quite known when it started, but from a quite early age I developed a taste for masturbating while wearing women’s (or girl’s) silky underwear or nightdresses. When I was about 12 or 13, I used to “borrow” them from my mother or sister. I remember one day I was in a very horny mood and went to bed early to “play”. I undressed and slipped on a sheer and silky nighty of my sister’s. I loved the feelings as it moved on my body and it was not

Before applying to college in 1963, I spent a number of weekends visiting prospective schools in Ohio and Pennsylvania. I had already heard a lot about Smithson College from my first cousin, Fred who was then in his senior year and full of stories about wild parties, road trips, and other mayhem. As a scholarship kid, he lived inexpensively off campus by renting a room from a widow who worked as a children’s librarian in the public library. In exchange for a modest rent and help around the house and yard, Fred enjoyed the benefits of

I was in desperate need of some fresh air, I tried to remember why I had suggested whisky chasers after every pint in the night club. It seemed a really good idea at the time, but now I was paying the price. Not being able to face anything for breakfast except a glass of water, I chose to walk to the village shop to pick up a morning paper, well it was better than sitting at home suffering. I pulled on an old pair of jeans, a white tee shirt, and my black leather jacket. Opening the

Dear Sonia and Brad: Please review my contribution to your stories and experience showcase. I hope you find it acceptable to publish.  While the event is true, the dialog between Frankie and Mrs Summers may or may not be exactly word-for-word. Warm regards Frankie Chapter 1, “Curiosity” Shortly after my thirteenth birthday, I discovered the appendage between  my legs had another use.  As I experimented with these new-found  sensations sometimes 3-times a day, and usually with the assistance of a  purloined stroke mag), it became very clear that I preferred looking at  pictures of partially clad women

by DreamMaster  I tried to keep my eyes peeled as I walked home from the library.  I just knew that Louie and his pals from the football team would be out here somewhere, looking for someone to take their anger out on.  Problem was, I was usually the recipient of their anger.  I couldn’t help it if I was “undersized”.  I was sixteen, but I looked much younger. I was only 5’4″ and I weighed 120 pounds.  I had tried everything to build myself up, but nothing seemed to work.  So those jerks on steroids decided that

(link to first part “A Lesson with Mrs. Rumsey”) It had been three weeks since Mrs. Rumsey had found out about my interest in women’s slips, shown me the one she was wearing and then sent me upstairs to masturbate with it. The next few times I’d seen her there were other people around, and she said and did nothing to allude to what had happened. Then my mother was called away to visit a sick aunt at the other end of the country, and I was taken to stay with Mrs. Rumsey

  I had known Mrs. Moon since I was probably about 10 years old. The Moon family moved into the town next to ours a couple years after we moved into our town.  They had 2 children – a son about 3 years older than me and a daughter who was my age. Even though we lived about a 10 minute drive away, we didn’t do family things that often, probably once a month.  I even dated the daughter once when I was 12.  It was funny.  I asked her to go to a movie with me,

I have that feeling again.  That heavy clogged feeling in my stomach that always follows a large meal or an excess of less than nutritional food.  And I know that with this feeling always comes my memory of many, many years ago and my neighbor Mrs. Kingsley. I must have been about 12 years old and my parents both worked during the day. They’d arranged that if anything went wrong or if I needed anything, I could go to Mrs. K or another close neighbor.  This particular day, I came home from school with a terrible

  Mrs. Hanson is my neighbor living next to my house. She is a widow and 58 old, a very religious woman. She lives alone and loves to call me to help her do the housework. In her perspective, young people like me should respect the elders like her, and the best way to do it is to help her do everything. She never hesitates or is embarrassed to come to my house, ringing the door ring, and using the demanding tone to command me to work for her. I never tried to refuse, how cruel to

I was twelve-years-old and just starting to be nudged around by the first stirrings of my testosterone storm.  Oh, I was no stranger to my sexual fascination nor to those impossible-to-describe delicious feelings I’d come to seek after, touching myself under the covers at night.  But I’d not been pushed to that state of sexual hunger… that hormone-induced state of arousal that my father referred to as “an ingrown hard on.”  At least not until age twelve. My sexual history to that time was marked more by enthusiastic interest than experience… if you don’t count my indefatigable

  We lived in a neighborhood just like you see in the movies with trees overhanging the streets, kids playing in their yards and people mowing their lawns.  We lived right in the middle of the block with a nice 2 story house that my mother just adored. I was around 15 I think when this all took place …..its an amazing story which I cannot keep to myself any longer.     It was the day after school had let out for summer and we had only been in the neighborhood for about 6 months or so.

I recently helped a friend move out of town and during the process had one of the best masturbation sessions ever. I met my friend at his house and we started to load up his stuff. He then told me we needed to head over to his brothers to clear things out of the basement. My friend had rented a truck and I was driving his car. We arrived at his brothers and entered through the garage. The door led into the washing room. As we walked through I noticed several nice satin bras hanging on a

I have always loved ladies stockings. The way women look in them, lovely long slender legs wrapped in nylon, always get’s me aroused! Black, tan, white, it doesn’t matter, stockings are the best things ever invented. Also the feeling of nylon is so soft and erotic. In our house there’s only me, my brother and my mom. I’m 22 now but at the time of this experience I was 14. My brother had been staying at a friends house and my mother was going out for the evening so I knew I could get some quality time

  As I have read the stories on this board I can’t help but see myself in many of these situations. My modus operandi is like many where it appears to be accidental or that I am not aware of the woman watching and voyeuring me. It is less threatening and to some degree I hope that the woman/women enjoyed it. I learned from an early age from the previous posting about my mother’s friend that it allowed her not to look at me so much as a pervert but that she somehow always caught me with

My Mother in Law has been divorced for 3 years now and she works in the school system out of state. Anyway, my wife wanted her Mom to visit for a week during the Holidays so we bought her a plane ticket and she came to visit for 10 days! Now, the MIL is 16 years older than my wife, is a couple inches shorter and only has B cup breasts, compared to my wife’s D cups. Yes, I looked through MIL underwear,,,sniff, sniff…LOL. For a woman in her late 40’s she still looks hot in tight

A quick story about an encounter with my mother-in-law. She is 63 years old and recently divorced after 29 years of marriage (her husband was cheating on her). She is a very proper lady with great taste and a wardrobe to match. While by no means “sexy”, she has held herself together fairly well and looks good for her age. She has nice blue eyes,(much like my wife’s), gray hair and a noticeable bust (I found out a 36C – more of how I know that later). “Maureen” lives in the same town as my wife and

After I was married I used to go to my mother in law’s house to wear her clothes and lucky me for me my sister in law, who is a knock out, lived there too. Well one day I got there and picked out a nice outfit skirt, blouse, slip, panties, bra and hose. I went down stairs to get changed and have some fun. Well I brought down an extra slip, laid it on the rug and proceeded to rub my cock on it. While doing this and not really paying attention my mother in law

This is a story of my love of my Mother-In-Law’s panties. After getting married over 20 years ago we moved in with my wife’s parents and I always had a thing for my Mother-In-Law. Of course I had easy access to her intimate apparel drawers and would go thru them often, beautiful bras, camisoles and panties and slips of all colors. I have cum in almost all her panties at some time over the past years and also have seen her in just her bras and panties many many times. One time after a fancy family party

I have read many mother-in-law stories and never would have believed any of them had I not experienced it first hand with my mother-in-law, Charlotte. It started long ago when I was first married. Back then, my mother-in-law was an attractive 40-something-year-old and I was a horny 20-something-year-old. My wife and I had a third floor apartment in her father’s 3-family house. Living on the third floor was great because it gave me access to the roof where I would go to tan in the nude. Since this was the tallest structure in the neighborhood,

My mother in law caught me at home one day jacking off into a pair of her panties I got from our laundry room (she is retired and lives with us). I thought she was still asleep so I was lying on our bed rubbing my cock with her nylon “grannies.” She watched through a slit in the door (I had not shut it tightly) and waited until I came, then she burst through the door and demanded to know what I was doing, it was pretty obvious since I was holding her dripping panties in one

This is a second encounter with my mother in law. Again, she is an older Latina woman with nice big breasts and a big butt to go with it. We usually meet on Sundays for brunch at a restaurant by our houses. It has been several months since our swimming pool encounter and we have never had much time together since then. I was always nervous that she would tell my father in law or my wife of our encounter or something to let the cat out of the bag. Every time I see her

This happened over a just over a month ago. My mother-in-law needed to have some household items fixed up for a party she was going to have a couple of weeks later. She lives a few hours away and my wife being eight months pregnant, I went alone. I arrived on a Friday morning and starting working on the back yard. My mother-in-law was working that day as a substitute teacher. So I was able to get quite a bit done. After I finished with that, it was early afternoon and I was hot, tired and extremely

Like a story written on here not too long ago I also have a story about my mother-in-law. Margaret has lived with my wife and I for the past two years after a messy divorce. We have a nice size home, and she has a great set-up on the bottom level that includes her bedroom and a bath/shower. Despite the potential nightmares of a mother-in-law living with you, things have actually worked out quite well. Margaret is 62 years old and in decent enough shape. She is slim; I would guess about 135 lbs, with gray well-styled

Hi guys I’m from the U.K and I’ve been a lurker for some time and let me tell you I’ve had some great wanks over some great stories. So now its my turn to tell a few of my experiences. First of all. When I was in my early 20s I used to stay at my girlfriends house (she’s now my wife). sometimes I would sleep on the settee and her mum would get up really early to let her dogs out. I would always make sure the covers were off and I had

My wife’s parents and I had been planning a trip for many month to Texas, and when the time came to go, we had some interruptions that worked in my favor. When the time came to leave my Father in law could not fly out with us due to urgent business and my wife had a friend die. I did not know the friend, my wife wanted to show up out of respect, we had reservations, so she said “you and Mom go, we will show up tomorrow”. Trish (Mom) is a bit of a pill

When in my sophomore year in college, I took advantage of a co-op job through college to get some managerial experience for my business degree. The a job as a shift manager of small motel. It didn’t pay much but it offer a free room to live in during the summer vacation. I had been the manager for about a month when I found that the guest in unit #12 could look into my apartment from a shared heating vent! I had notice sounds from the adjoining room coming through the vent on the wall in

(more) If you recall from the earlier story I have been enjoying my Mother-In-Law’s panties for years now. She usually wears the very sheer about full cut nylon brief with a little lace on either side of the crotch area, I find these very sexy, they are almost see thru and can always see her ass and pussy thru them. One of my favorite things is when she changes into her bathing suit to swim, we usually all go in together, I will wait and change after they are all in the water. I go

My nap lasted about an hour and a half. As I walked down the hallway to the bathroom to take a leak, I could hear Pam snoring and it sounded like she was in a pretty deep sleep. I took a peek thru the crack in the door and I could see she was laying on her side/stomach and wasn’t facing my way so I pushed to door open to get a better look. She wasn’t entirely under the covers, her top leg bent and her bottom leg stretch all the way out with her foot off

The fact of the matter is that all women’s underwear is sexy. But, normally, it seems as though black or red panties are talked about the most often as being erotic. When I think of sexy panties there is another color that can be equally stimulating. One might think of sun bathing under the hot yellow sun or picking pretty yellow daisies. You might even think of the sour taste of lemons. But, yellow is also the color of warning. Don’t cross the yellow line on the street or run a

   It was the summer of 1970.  I was a twelve year-old boy with an over-developed libido.  I was becoming fascinated with sex and fascinated with my Mother.  Mom was attractive -platinum blond hair; blue eyes; 5’2″ tall; C-cup breasts; thick, dark nipples; tan lines accenting a nice reddish blond bush.  She favored slacks and blouses or shorts in the summer. Demi-cup bras and hipster or lacy high-wasted panties.  Frosty pink lipstick and pink or red nails.  I wanted all of that so much!    I fed my fantasies by spying on Mom or catching glimpses of

I happened to pass by the laundry basket this morning when I saw my mom’s pink silk slip lying just on top of it. Then I remembered there is a story here about a guy jerking off with pillows and his aunt’s slips, my folks just left for work and nobody’s at home, so I thought I would try it out too. I took the slip, and to my surprise, it was rather warm, meaning that my mom had just changed out of it not long ago. This got me very excited

When mom had one of her birthdays, dad got her a satin bathrobe. It was real shiny and made her already big boobs look even better. She is average looking but has a big butt and boobs to match. When she started to wear it in the morning before I went to school it was difficult not to get hard even though it was my mom. I never thought of mom in that way before until I saw the movie Taboo. The actress that played the mom wore the same kind of robe as my mother

As I pulled in to the driveway, I was already hard, because I knew what I was going to do when I got in, to where I lived with my mother. She was working, and would be working for another couple of hours, at least. She never came home before five o’clock, no matter what, so if I put away all her silkies by four-thirty, well, you see what I mean. It may have started with her panties, and her panties, my mother’s panties, were always the sexiest, the most beautiful, but she also had pretty

I’m fourteen and I like to snoop in my mother’s panty drawer. First off I like rubbing her silky panties on my face, I like to jerk off in her used panties, and I never know what I’ll find in her panty drawer. I have found dildos, vibrators, and even X-rated DVDs in there. I have found love letters from old boyfriends, nude photographs of Mom, and dirty books that she had read many times. I watch the DVDs when I can, read her love letters, and scan her nude pictures.

42 year old Helen Walker crouched in her son’s bedroom closet peering out through the inch or so crack between the door and the jam. Her skirt was up around her waist and her right hand was jammed down into the front of her bright blue Vanity Fair nylon panties, working her incredibly swollen clitoris as she witnessed the scene before her. She had come home early because she had dropped off her car at the shop and decided to have the driver bring her home instead of taking her

Anonymous      I love hearing how others started wearing their mom’s panties and lingerie! I began wearing panties at    the age of 6, when I first saw sis’ panties in her drawer. A strange feeling came over me which I    couldn’t understand. I found a a pair in the hamper days later and instinctively tried them on and    masturbated with them. Sis married and moved out shortly afterward and soon I discovered mom’s    panties while going thru the drawers out of simple curiosity. They were all plain white nylon briefs-    rather

When I was young around 18, I discovered how fabulous it was to jack-off into my girlfriends panties. WOW this is nice! I did it whenever I got the chance to steal a pair. I enjoyed it many times and then one day while I was at home, I got so damned horny that I decided to see if I could find a pair of moms to get it done as it were… Well when I looked into the hamper in moms bathroom, I was lucky to find a pair just waiting for

I want to share an experience I had two years ago when I was 18 and a senior in high school. My dad was going on an out of town trip because of his work and mom decided to go with him. Although I was 18 they did not want me to stay home by myself. I had thoughts of having a great party but they must have known. Since they were going to be gone 3-4 days they decided I could stay with mom’s best friend Dolly. I wasn’t too happy with the decision but I

I remember the first time I tried on womens clothes so vividly. I was about 12 at the time. I remember seeing my mom’s panties in the bathroom one time and touching them and they felt so silky smooth and I was really curious about how it might feel if I were to wear them. This went on for awhile, I would fantasize about her underwear but did not have the courage to take a pair. One day, I couldnt take it anymore, I had to try it. I waited for my mom to get

  With all the text available on incest today, I am reminded of my own childhood and what transpired from when I was about 9 or 10 years old, until I’m not really sure but it seems like eleven or twelve or so. I can’t remember what brought it about as I said, but I had taken some of my baths kind of alone, with the door open and my Mom looking in on me from time to time. One day all of a sudden, mom was in there with me and was washing me. At

  Chapter 1 -The Beginning- “Your hair is getting so long now.” Mommy says as she smoothes Erin’s wavy blond hair down. “I think we should take you to get it cut.” “No Mommy, I like it long.” “Before much longer it will start getting into your mouth when you eat. It might get annoying. “ Erin thought a moment. His head down, hesitantly, not wanting to upset Mommy, he says: “But, I like the way it feels when it’s long.” “How does it feel, Erin?” “It makes

It was as they say a dream come true. I was alone in the house with my mother…I had long planned what was to transpire but had never had the opportunity to fulfill the dream…to see my mother nude…until this evening. My father was out of town on business and my sister was at a pajama party with her friends. I knew my mother would take a long hot tub after dinner and that was when I would take the opportunity of my young sex life…actually I was a virgin so

 Chapter One – All He Had to Do Was Ask “Mommie, how come girls get to wear such pretty underwear and boys get stuck with plain, ugly cotton ones?” When he asked that fateful question one morning, he was taking the panties his mother had worn during the night and putting them in the laundry. That was one of the tasks he loved doing for her: picking out fresh panties for her to wear every morning and evening. The pair he was holding at that exact moment were made of pink satin and had lavish white lace

While covering second base in a high school baseball game, a player on the rival team managed to spike me high on the inner aspect of my left thigh as he was trying to break up the double play. I completed the throw despite the fact that I had a 5” bleeding gash on my leg. Coach pulled me out of the game and sent me to the nurse’s office to have the wound attended. Since it was a home game, the school nurse made a big deal of the injury and

When I was 13, I was sent to stay with my 75-year-old grandmother for a two-week visit, while my parents went on a long-planned anniversary vacation in Europe. Grandma lived in a small one-bedroom cottage, so I was relegated to a sofa bed in the tiny living room. This cramped living arrangement was a pain in the ass, and was tolerable only because my grandmother was a kind, patient and loving person. She also had a wonderful sense of humor and a bright outlook on life. Grandma looked every bit of her 75 years. She was rolly

Rene DeLong heard the bicycle rattling down the road in front of her house. She jumped out of her easy chair and raced to the window to peep through the blinds. There, peddling down the street toward the house directly across the street from her own, was Tommy Avera. Just barely thirteen years old, Tommy was returning from his paper route, a job he had just begun a few weeks earlier. In spite of his young age, he was physically well-developed. He was 5 feet, ten inches tall with sandy blond hair, and broad shoulders. Like many

In 1950, when I was 12, we moved across town into a nicer rental house. It was an older 2-bedroom house, with a small house in the backyard. This backyard house was rented by a lady who was about 55 years old. Her name was Lucy Granger and we met her when we looked at the house with the landlord. She was very nice to me on that first meeting asking all about school and telling Mom and Dad they better watch me because all the girls were going to chase me

Miss Haversham. The most beautiful teacher in the school, even the world. Or, at least, that was what my adolescent hormones were telling me. She was always immaculately dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, her hair tied in a bob, and her glasses giving her the classic schoolmistress look. Today was hot, too hot to wear a jacket, so Miss Haversham had hung hers’ over her chair. Her blouse was expensive looking, and my beady adolescent eyes could track out the lines of her bra. She looked up from the work on her desk at me, I

Miss Foster was my home room teacher in the seventh grade, and she alsotaught English.  She was twenty seven years old and was unmarried,although I’m sure that she had received many proposals, because she wasslender and beautiful.  She had dark hair, and at school she alwaysdressed conservatively.  Still, one could see her bare calves and lowerarms, which were so perfectly shaped that one could imagine, as I did,that she was perfect all over.  She had modest breasts, and when shewore a jacket over her blouse, one could not detect any sign

Kara, wasn’t exactly my mother-in-law since my girlfriend, Anne, and I weren’t married at the time, but we lived together and had a child together, so for all practical purposes Kara was my MIL. Anne was from a large family with 8 siblings, including two younger sisters, 12yo and 16yo, and one younger brother, 17yo. Two of her older sisters and one older brother had children of their own, and the remaining brother was single. Her mother was in her early 50’s and had been widowed for about four years. Anne grew up very Catholic

I’m a 34-year-old married male and the story I’m going to tell you happened to me last week. My wife and her mother have and will always be close; her father left her and her mother when she was just a baby. My mother-in-law is a very sexy 58-year-old, with curves in all the right places and very large breasts. Anyway, My wife works for a company that sends her out of town to fix companies computers when they crash. One night she gets a call and has to leave in the morning, but she will be

When I was 12 my auntie and I were struck with tragedy. My uncle died of a heart attack at the age of just 32. It was a really difficult time but I guess it brought my auntie and I closer together. I started giving her a lot of hugs and began sleeping in her bed to keep her company. This was all perfectly innocent and we were just supporting each other. However, being in that situation meant that we saw each other naked as we got changed in the same room. She hadn’t seen me

I learned to masturbate when I was about 11 years old. I was in the bath tub and for some reason I had a hard on. I was soaping it up and it just felt better and better until I came. From then on there was no stopping me. My mother had an old maid aunt who was about 62 years old. One day while she was visiting us she had to use the bathroom which is right across from my room. I had my door closed part way and was laying on

Many months had past since the previous episodes of this short saga, during which time normal relationships were resumed. Sandra and I kept bumping into each other at various family functions and would occasionally speak on the phone, but for some reason my masturbatory efforts on her behalf were never discussed or even referred to. There were highlights of course. At a drinks party for my birthday at a local bar, Sandra came over to the table where I was sat with a beer she had just bought for me. Nothing unusual in that, except that she

When I was 20 years old, I once went to a normal massage therapist (which was actually in a beauty salon). Not being used to seeing men walk in there, I got the most curious looks as I stepped in to ask about their therapy sessions. The young woman took my name down and gave me an appointment. When I came back the next day for my appointment, I was greeted by the mother of that same lady. I was not too happy because the mother was clearly in her late 40’s early 50’s. I decided to

(This was written in English by a spanish speaking writer.  I have elected to leave it as it was written.  His English is much better than my Spanish, I’m sure!)   My wife love’s to wear  stockings with garter belt, and she loves to show them.  It was my brother wedding, and we seated with some people that I never saw before. I smoke a lot red Marlboro and my wife always keep the box in her purse (handbag or I don’t know the name) and when I need one, she give it to me. She does

I just wanted to add my story and discovery of my one true love in life: Panties I started when I was a teenager. For some reason, I got aroused thinking about my mom’s panties. I would see her walking around the house, with nothing on but her panties and bra. They were big, silky, soft, and had lots of lace around the leg openings. They came up about two inches over her navel. One day when I was alone, I tried on a pair and had an instant erection and my first orgasm. I have

  I remember back in the fifties, my mother had a black teen-age maid who would come over once a week to clean our house. We lived in an older house probably built in the 30’s or 40’s with high vaulted ceilings. Over that year I remember the girl, who was 18 if I remember right, got very friendly with me when my mother was gone. I was 14 at the time. I had a nice thick cut cock that had been worked since I was about 7 – maybe even

This is my true story, of my life long lust for my aunt, and her nylon covered legs. It began as a young boy.  I was about 8 at the time, and when my parents went out to dinner, or away for the weekend, my aunt Helene would usually volunteer.  She was the youngest of my mother’s sisters, and was about 17 years old when she first began to baby-sit for me when the parents went out.  From my youngest years I always had an eye for the legs of a woman.  I could care a less

This is my memory of actual events as they happened. I was born in the late 1940’s not too many years after the end of World War II. When I was younger, I remember seeing mom’s panties drying on the towel rack in the bathroom. In those days girls usually wore cotton briefs (bikinis and thongs were many years in the future) while adult women commonly wore nylon briefs. I have another story about a cousin getting her first nylon panties from her mother when she had her first period. But back to

My wife and I had been out to dinner in a resort town an hour from here one evening in September. We were fairly well dressed for a night out. She was wearing a leather skirt, knee length, but with a zipper up the back to the waist band that I like me to leave open to mid thigh, with a pair of black patent 4″ pumps and stay-up stockings and a button front silk blouse and a matching push-up bra and thong set. After dinner, we stopped at a couple of bars for an after dinner

I used to spend a lot of time at my grandparents house when I was a kid. My mom and I had lived with them when my dad was in Korea so I was very close to them, especially my grandmother. I discovered masturbation in my grandmother’s bathroom around age 12. She would put her panties in the bathroom hamper every night. I always had to take a bath when I stayed over there. One night my curiousity got the best of me. I picked up her pink cotton panties from the top of the

by JAS VI – AFTERNOON when I entertain the Tax Man to tea and crumpet. Consummation I go into the guest bathroom to gather up Ian’s damp clothes when he’s returned to the den after showering.  Checking the wash cycle for his pants I see they’re made from a blend of polyester with acrylic and that they’re washable.  This means I can wash and tumble-dry them together with his shirt and shorts in less than a couple of hours. It’s his shorts that are the really intriguing item though.  They’re quite tiny and look as though they

by JAS V – MORNING (CONTINUED) when the Tax Man comes after I resolve my puzzle and shave myself. Recapitulation If you have read the first four parts of my story you will know that my name is Samantha and I’m called Sam for short.  You will know also that I’m a young woman with Titian Red hair and an appetite for sex that I have difficulty in satisfying.  In search of satisfaction I have to admit that I’m inclined to be promiscuous.  So much so that when I’m in that mood I’ve been known to screw

by JAS IV – LAST EVENING when I play with my new toy. Substitution After our afternoon together, Rosemary had said to me, “There you see!  You can manage to achieve satisfaction without John.” I wasn’t sure.  “Yes, but can I manage it when I’m just by myself?” “Of course you can, especially as we’ve found out how erogenous your breasts and nipples are and that like most women you have a G-spot just inside your vagina.  I think you know I’d like nothing better than to spend the evening with you but I do have a

by JAS III – YESTERDAY AFTERNOON when Rosemary puts on a show and offers me comfort. Demonstration At the end of the last episode (Loose Screw II) I was just trying to pull myself together.  I had managed to quiet some of the first sexual craving I had experienced since my partner John’s departure when the door bell rang. I went to check who  was at the door through the observation glass and I was delighted to see my neighbour Rosemary standing in the porch.  Opening the door I invited her inside. “Come in Rosemary.  Goodness, I’m

by JAS II – THE EVENING BEFORE LAST AND YESTERDAY MORNING In which we have a farewell dinner and a randy evening together before I say goodbye with a feeling of foreboding. Celebration The night before last was our final evening together before John was due to leave and I had prepared a special meal for us.  I had planned we should have Smoked Salmon, followed by John’s favourite Beef Wellington and finally a Pavlova Cake filled with fresh fruit laced with liqueur. I dressed specially for him in one of my most revealing dresses.  It’s cobalt

BY JAS I – MORNING In which I wake with a hangover, a puzzle leads me to review my libido and I receive some helpful advice. Desperation Suddenly it’s morning and I’m wakened by the strains of a Mozart symphony on the radio in the next room.  I can also hear the echo of a voice in my head repeating desperately, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” and I realise that I’m the one crying out for more. I don’t remember what it was that I wanted so badly but I can guess.  I’ve been having that

I had always been attracted to older women. As an elementary student I had crushes on my teachers. In high school I lusted after my girlfriends’ mothers; fantasizing about them while I was screwing their daughters. In college I hounded, but never caught, my older professors. I regularly bought the various “Over 50” magazines and jerked off to episodes of “The Golden Girls.” I never had the guts to ask an older woman out. I guess I was hoping that, sooner or later, it would just happen like the stories in the granny porn mags. Luckily for

I had an experience with my mother in law last summer that I will absolutely never forget. I’ve always fantasized about various older women in my life (particularly my big bosomed Aunt when I was a teen…) but never thought I would be able to fulfill my dreams. I also suspected (and wrongly so) that “older woman” don’t have much of a sex drive so even if I ever did find someone I was attracted to that she likely wouldn’t be interested. My mother in law and I are quite close. She is a very nice lady,

Justin began reading his journal.  His mind wandering back to a few years ago. Monday Journal Entry Well here I am. It has now been six weeks since I moved into Mrs. Harwood’s home. My parents now somewhere on their round the world excursion. I haven’t had any letters from them for a few weeks, so I have no idea where they actually are. But I do know that I won’t be expecting them home for another eleven months, give or take a few weeks. Mrs. Harwood lives just a few streets away from our own home.

What a great year this was turning out to be. I had just completed my internship with a company and was offered a full time job with a sister company in another state. I was excited about moving to a new city , but because of my reckless spending I did not have much money in the bank to afford a big move like this. It was depressing to know that after just turning twenty-five, I did not have much to show for my hard work. I was scheduled to begin my new job at the