My grandfather died when I was teen, and my grandmother never remarried. I had always wondered why, and sometimes I wondered if she dated. She would come over, and I used to wonder what she looked like naked, if her body was still in good enough shape for a man to be interested. She wasn’t bad looking at all. She had dark, jet-black hair, and I figured the color came from a bottle. Hell, I didn’t care. A person of 59 has to do what they have to do in order to look good, I figured. She had good-sized tits, […]
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When I went off the college, my parents both went through a sort-of mid-life crisis. I was the youngest of three kids so when they found themselves with an empty house, it invigorated them and they both found new activities to go along with their busy jobs. My sisters and I often commented on how they were both more fit and seemed happy all the time. I’m 23 now, out of school and living out of state. Last summer, my parents paid for us kids to join them for a week at a resort near Lake Michigan. My sisters showed […]
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My birth parents were killed in a tragic accident when I was only one. My father’s sister Irene and her husband Jimmie took me in (they didn’t bother with the adoption thing) as their own. Just over a year later, Uncle Jimmie died at Omaha Beach. It made him some sort of local hero and aunt Irene never remarried. We lived in a small town outside a larger Midwest “city” where aunt Irene worked in an accounting firm. During the days when I was small, I spent my time at my grandparents house and when aunt Irene came home from […]
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One of the fantastic experiences with silky nylon knickers was when I was 14. I had stayed on a Friday night at my at my mother’s friends house. Our whole family had been put up with friends and neighbors when our bungalow had been flooded and was uninhabitable. My mum’s friend Connie was a big redhead widow around late 30’s. On the Saturday morning I went to the bathroom to wash. I locked the bathroom door for privacy. I was greeted by a laundry basket with no lid and right on top was a big pair of pale blue silky […]
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I had just started college in 1969 in a downtown area, and got a part time job for spending money. I worked in an office of about 30 people near school. While there were lots of women wearing short skirts around the area, there were 2 women working in the office who often dressed quite provocatively, Erica and Cara. Cara looked to be about 30 years old, about 5’5”, 125 pounds, with a generous bust and nice legs. She wore skirts that were on the short side. I couldn’t see her legs when she sat at her desk, but this […]
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In our first story, 12 year old Kyle Roberts received his first testicle exam and his Doctor Marcy Harris advised his mom Kate to do a periodic exam of her own. It was now late summer and Kyle came home from spending the afternoon at a friend’s swimming, found his mom in the kitchen, and told her that he was not feeling well. Kate felt her son’s forehead. “Wow you feel quite warm Kyle!” she exclaimed. “I am going to get the scanner thermometer.” Kate returned with the scanner thermometer, zapped the boy’s forehead, “103.5 Kyle, up to your room […]
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Kyle Roberts turned 12 years old on a fine summer day and his mom Kate reminded him that he had an appointment for his annual check-up that morning and then the family would go out to dinner at his favorite pizza restaurant that evening. Kyle was looking forward to the day and actually liked his family practice Doctor, Marcy Harris. As had always been the routine the past several years, Dr. Harris examined the boy while he kept his briefs on. Kyle always liked that she addressed him directly and only asked his mom questions when absolutely necessary. Just when […]
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As a small boy my mother ran a catalog. Her friends and my aunts would order dresses and skirts from time to time and when things arrived they would come round to our house during the day (all housewives) to try them on for fitting. Being only 4yrs at the time it seemed that my presence didn’t matter when the women got undressed in front of me. I was regularly treated to seeing the women in their full slips. Unknown to them I had acquainted my little circumcised penis with my mother’s and older sister’s slips and I knew how […]
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I was reading your stories and I thought back to my first panty snatch. I was 12. A neighborhood widow asked if I would paint her daughter’s and future son in law’s room prior to their wedding. Tina, her daughter, was a thin thing, almost 20, an older woman, to me. Each day when she came home from work, she would change her clothes and strip all the way down to her panties, leaving them over the edge of the bathtub. Each day I would wait until she came home to use the can, just to get a whiff. One […]
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