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My Aunts

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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 often, only to […]

My Aunt Nancy (part 1)

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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 wavy black hair […]

Mrs. Sutton’s Hangover Cure

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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 door to the […]

Mrs. Fascione

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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 voyeurism.  For several […]