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It was a 400 mile drive from my home to the Penn State campus, where for whatever reason they chose to accept me back in 1977, and while I could have made it in one day my mother convinced me to stop en route to spend a night at my Aunt Paula’s place. Convincing might not be the proper choice of words because I sort of planted that seed of thought when I asked Mom about the best route to take and she said that Aunt Paula’s house was about halfway to the college. “Tommy, I would feel so much […]
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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 sounded pretty urgent so […]
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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 out of her uniform. […]
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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 the pool without her […]
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This story took place over 10 years ago. I was 14, well experienced with self-satisfaction and my panty fetish was in it’s infancy. I had just “graduated” from junior high in Northern California. The graduating class took an overnight field trip to an amusement park in Southern California. We all piled into a bus and made the drive down to the LA area and after it was over, we were all supposed to get on the bus and drive back. However, my family had planned to start our own vacation to Arizona in a rented car several days afterward so […]
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It was already hot by late morning. I woke back up to noise coming from the kitchen and the smell of bacon. I got out of bed and walked over, Pam was making eggs and pancakes. She was wearing a grey fleece sweatsuit and I could see her pantylines. I tried not to think about it and told her the food smelled good. She said it was almost ready so I jumped in and out of the shower real quick. By the time I got back my food was waiting for me and I joined my aunt at the table. […]
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* * * * * “Alvin! Aunt Mildred fell and hurt her back. She’s in the hospital.” Those words started a sexual adventure that is still going on today. About two years ago, my mother’s sister took a bad fall. Aunt Mildred had always been an extension of our mom. Sharon and I were kids to a single mom. Our dad took off soon after Sharon was born. I was three at the time so I don’t remember him. Like I said, Aunt Mildred helped mom in raising us. In fact, she was there more than mom was most of […]
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I could hear my mom getting ready for work and I tossed and turned in bed with the huge erection that I had kept hard all night. I wanted to jerk-off more than once at just the thought of the past evening’s events with my aunt and her nylons. I could hear the two of them talking and laughing so I knew my aunt was already up and about. My Mom came into my bedroom to check on me and told me to keep my aunt company until she got home from work and we would all go out to […]
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My story takes place in the summer of 1966. A time when the fashion called for women to wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heels pumps or mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! Aunt Mary had stopped to visit us on her way back home from a week’s vacation. She was going to spend a couple of days with us even though my mom had to work and could not be home during the day; I was a freshman in college and off on […]
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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 […]
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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 […]
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by StockingTops Aunt Mary appeared, at least on the surface, to be a modest woman. She wore relatively conservative clothes – generally dresses to the knee or lower, with slips, stockings, and low to medium heeled pumps. But she seemed also, to have an unselfconscious way about her when she was in the comfort of her own home. This became more apparent as my stay with her continued. For example, on my first evening with her, I was sitting watching TV in her living room, when she walked through to the kitchen in a half-slip and a bra. I’m sure […]
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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 […]
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by Stockingtops My panty fetish, and I guess my lingerie fetish in general, began the summer I turned 13. I was staying with my Aunt Mary while my folks went for a two week vacation. Aunt Mary was single still at the age of about 40. She lived alone in a small 2 bedroom house. I have many memories from that two week stay with Aunt Mary. And I’m sure now, as an adult, that those early memories helped to form my current fetishes for panties, slips, and other types of lingerie. Aunt Mary was a beautiful, feminine woman. At […]
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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 for a week if I had done anything wrong, […]
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*** Aunt Maria is quite the looker: proportioned practically perfectly in every way, and with beautiful obsidian hair to boot. When my father’s brother died, my parents invited Aunt Maria to stay with us until she could find an apartment. (F/m-teen, ped, 1st, mast, rom) *** My name’s not particularly relevant to this story, but my Aunt Maria’s is. My father’s brother married her when I was thirteen; he was twelve years younger than my father, and so when he was first married at twenty- two, my father was thirty-four and had been married fourteen years. Maria was a raven-haired […]
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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, Jerry, haven’t you ever been kissed like that?” “Uh, – gees, no!” […]
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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?” “Not at all. He was a little cautious at the very first, but he […]
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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. His prick was throbbing and he almost came again when his aunt […]
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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 getting the best of him. How could they not know what he […]
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Chapter – 3 He didn’t do well in school. He thought the day would never end. He didn’t want to jerk off because he wanted to save it for whatever his aunt was going to do so he had a hard on all day and that distracted him. His English teacher reprimanded him for not paying attention when he didn’t respond to her. His math teacher asked a question and he didn’t even know what the question was. At lunch his friends asked him about his Aunt Mable and he didn’t know how to respond. The boys talked about the […]
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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 and followed Art into the entryway. What would […]
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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 Mable did. At twelve years old Art was a […]
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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 a darling pain […]
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conclusion ~This episode concludes this story. If you haven’t read the other episodes, I recommend that you read them in the order that they were written, since the story builds to the point it reaches in this final episode.~ As Aunt Karen and her older friend June walked down the hallway toward Aunt Karen’s bedroom, I sat on the chair in the middle of the living room, in a state of shock from all that had happened. I began hearing giggling and the clinking of glasses coming from the bedroom. I stood up and walked toward the bedroom door. As […]
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The next morning I awoke before Aunt Karen. I decided it would be best to go to my own bedroom. I wasn’t sure what she would remember from the night before, and didn’t want to push my luck. I still had Aunt Karen’s big white nylon panties on when I got out of bed. So I slid them off and threw them in her closet before going to my room. A couple of hours later, I woke to find Aunt Karen standing over my bed. She was wearing white stockings, a white garter belt, white panties, a big white bra […]
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Aunt Karen left for her date around 8:30 in the evening. I found myself jealous that she had a date, especially dressed the way that she was! She had left by herself, apparently having made arrangements to meet her date at the bar. I was now alone in her house and made a b-line for her bedroom as soon as she left. The agreement we had was that it was okay if I played with her panties and lingerie as long as I asked her first. But I felt slighted at her having a date and decided to flout the […]
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At dinner, Aunt Karen had her hair up in curlers. She was wearing a white terry cloth bathrobe that was tied loosely in front. The robe was tied in such a way that it kept gaping open on top, giving me great peeks at her big soft breasts. As she moved this way and that, the robe would pull to the side, revealing one or the other of her dark, puffy, semi-erect nipples. A couple of times she made feeble attempts to cover them, but then a minute later as she reached to pour herself some milk, one of her […]
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(Taking a Nap) In the afternoon, Aunt Karen told me that she was tired and that she was going to take a nap. She asked me if I’d like to lay down with her and take a nap too. Of course I said yes. It was a warm afternoon, but not hot. I walked into her bedroom with her and she went to the window to open it and let some air into the stuffy room. I remember I just stood there at the end of the bed, feeling a bit awkward. She sat on the queensize bed and patted […]
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We were on our way to the mall when Aunt Karen started talking to me about the “rules.” I don’t remember exactly how she put it, but she talked about how she knew we had both been having fun for the last few days and that she wanted us both to feel comfortable and continue having fun. But she was concerned about my being only 14 years old and that certain things were illegal for her to do with someone my age. She said she would feel more comfortable if we set out some rules that would protect us both. […]
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(Picking out a Dress) My second week with Aunt Karen was even better than the first! I had forgotten that David (my friend and Aunt Karen’s son) was going away on an orchestra tour for a week. I was going to be all alone in the house with Aunt Karen for a whole week! I tried not to sound happy when David reminded me he was going to be leaving. I assured him that I’d be okay. I told him his mom was cool and that I’d be okay staying with her for the week. But secretly, I could hardly […]
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(Changing the Lightbulb) If you’ve been following my adventures with Aunt Karen, then I won’t need to introduce the story or situation to you again. If you haven’t been following, then you might want to go back and start from my first installment and work your way up to this one. My last experience with Aunt Karen had been both my most embarrassing and most erotic experience so far. She was kind enough not to mention it again. In fact, she acted as if it had never happened. I think the situation, the tension, between us worked better for both […]
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One day, while I was staying at my friend Dave’s house with him and his mother (who I call Aunt Karen), he was at one of his music lessons, and Aunt Karen was going out to do some shopping. “Would you do me a favor while I’m gone?” she asked me. “Of course,” I replied, “anything!” “There’s a basket of laundry in my walk-in closet,” she said. “Will you fold it and hang it while I’m gone?” “Sure!” I said. She gave me one of her big warm hugs and said, “Thank you. You’re such a sweetheart!” Then gave me […]
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My next erotic experience with Aunt-Karen happened later that day. She was taking a shower in the master bathroom while her son (my friend) Dave was showering in the hall bathroom. I was watching TV when I heard her calling from her bathroom to me. “Will you bring me a towel?” she called. “I’m soaking wet, and there aren’t any clean ones in here.” I grabbed a clean towel from the hall closet and brought it into her room. “Will you bring it in to me?” she asked from the bathroom. The door to the bathroom was opened, and I […]
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When I was 14, my parents went away for a 2 week vacation and made arrangements for me to stay with the next-door neighbors while they were gone. The neighbor had a son close to my age, that I was good friends with, so it wasn’t bad for me. My friend’s name was Dave, and he lived with his single mother who I called Aunt-Karen. She wasn’t my aunt, but that was how I had been brought up to refer to her. Aunt-Karen was attractive, although certainly not beautiful, and was probably in her mid to late thirties. She was […]
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Chapter 1 A Bird in the Hand I was always fond of my Aunt Karen; she was a grown-up for sure, but really not that much older than my sister and I. She occasionally baby sat us and we always had a fun time with her. As I got older and started to have “manly urges,” I also noticed that she was a very attractive woman. I thought the world of her. That is, until that summer she spent at my house when she brought that world crashing down around me. I was twelve, and my sister, Carol, was eight […]
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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 year, my mother ask […]
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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 6 feet. I […]
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A year ago, when I was 15 years old, my parents took a two month summer vacation to Europe, leaving me in the care of my mother’s friend Jenny in New York City. Jenny and my mother had met in college, and became good friends, and had kept in close contact ever since. Unlike my mother, who had gotten married, given birth to me, and become a stay-at-home mom, Jenny had moved to New York after college and started her own fashion company. By the time I was 12, Jenny’s company was flourishing, and she had become a successful business […]
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It had been a year since dad passed away and the mother had become deeply in debt. Aunt Jane came to our rescue. She paid off all our bills and decided to move in with mom, sis, and me. Mother tried everything she could to pay the bills some other way before agreeing to let her move in to which I didn’t understand. Aunt Jane was in her early 40s and mom younger sister by a year. She was extremely well built and had a body that made my cock stand out every time she visited which was rare. Sis […]
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Like a lot of English lads, my introduction to what lay below a woman’s clothes came through the good photography of Mayfair magazine, a very popular British men’s magazine and, in my view, a British rival to Playboy. Mayfair sourced photographs from some of the best British photographers of the day and had some of the prettiest British girls at their (naked) best. Some of the biggest names in British modeling appeared on its pages: Jane Warner, Kirsten Imrie, Sam Johnson, and others. The magazine – which was in a similar format to Playboy and contained a number of well-written […]
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For the last 7 days I have been working every evening and missed the best part of my days. Today I was at home and had a GREAT seat when Auntie came arrived. She walked in and we exchanged hugs and kisses then began the ritual of telling how our day went as I watched the best ass in the world walk towards her closet to get to what I had been anxiously waiting for. Auntie made it to her closet pulled the door open then hung her purse on a hook there. Then she turned to me, took a […]
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After I had finished my homework I came downstairs for dinner. It felt strange sitting at the table dressed in only in my apron and my cocquette. Aunty Jean was still dressed in her mauve satin blouse and white duchess satin classic-style, pencil skirt, flesh-toned sheer seamed stockings and white high-heeled court-shoes. She had refreshed her perfume before dinner and her scent was delicious. My buttocks still stung a little and the cold vinyl of the dinning room chair against my buttocks did nothing to ease the pain. Aunty said very little during the meal and when we had finished […]
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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 balked at the idea of wearing the apron […]
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It was 1959 and I was eighteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a foster home my Aunty Jean had taken me in as her ward. Aunty Jean was forty-five and quite an attractive woman for her age. Her body was a little on the large side but she had large creamy breasts and stunning legs for a woman her age. She worked in an office in the city and her work attire usually consisted of skirt, blouse, heels and hosiery; she dressed sophisticatedly […]
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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 me after her bath. Of […]
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Sam was a bright, 20 year old, radiant young man. He far surpassed his classmates in their studies. Spending long hours in his room completing assignments working many hours into the night. Sam had a somewhat clumsily hidden secret. Sam had a great deal of interest in the underwear of his mother and aunts. He was obsessed. Swiping clothes from the house’s only dryer, walking quietly and containing his excitement. Sam would even go as far as to reach into the drawers on his mother’s bedroom furniture. But Sam was putting that behind him now. He was behind in his […]
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I have always loved older women, lingerie, stockings, girdles, panties, and yes pantyhose. For me it started when my family made regular trips to LA to visit my Uncle, who loved baseball, & my Aunt Sue who hated it as much as my uncle loved it. He always had season tickets to the Dodger games. Sometimes a friend of my Grandpa’s or my Uncles would show up uninvited and I always had to give up my seat at the game. On this weekend they were having several games from Friday thru Sunday, and a relative from up north came to […]
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Some years ago I went to live with my “maiden” Aunt in the great city of Chicago. I had just graduated from small town high school and was starting college in the big city. I soon found out that my unmarried Aunt was a big Bears fan, she would drag me to Soldiers Field even when it freezing out, keeping my moaning quiet by stuffing tons of junk food down my gob. One night when we got back from the game my stomach felt tied into hard knots from all the crap I had eaten. I tried going to sleep […]
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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 taken my sister with them so her room was open. There […]
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