Since I was twelve years old, masturbation has become a daily routine for me. My story happened when I was sixteen. By then I was a new student at a boarding-school for boys far from home in the mountains. I was very interested in girls but apart from some petting was not very experienced in sexual matters. My mother was visiting me over the weekend and stayed in a private house of a distant friend who’s name was Christine. She was a very good looking woman of 38 years, that was married to a marine captain. My mother asked me […]
I remember the day exquisitely well. The days – no the months and years before it – are wrapped in some soft-focus, cotton-candy memory, but that day snaps into sharp focus with a clarity that is the result of moments of great impact long remembered. For all those years, my mother was my Mom. Then one day she became a woman. More importantly, she suddenly became a sexy woman. An extremely desirable woman. I didn’t – that day at any rate – suddenly become a profligate. It was to take a certain determinism and some considerable time before I might […]
I don’t know which is more strange, writing this story, or that it actually took place. It’s about my mother-in-law. It’s about a fantasy that accidentally became a reality. My wife, Chris, and I visit her mother quite often since she’s on her own for many years. While the drive to her house is a long one, my wife insists on visiting Kate, who is 74 years old and widowed for many years. She is a pleasant enough, non-engaging dumpling of an elder. Certainly the last kind of woman that I would think about in any sexual way. She goes […]
I thought I would share one of the times my mum caught me. Although she did catch me a few times, this is the most memorable. I was 15 and my parents had separated. My mum had a couple of jobs. At her day job she worked in an office and would always wear a skirt and blouse or a dress with heels and tights. Her second job was working in a bar 3 nights a week. It was on these nights that I had my chance to dress up. I would usually wait for her to go out to […]
I’m age 35 with red hair, blue eyes, 5’3, weight 150 pounds. I always comb my hair to the side, but I don’t curl it. I wouldn’t consider myself much to look at but I do have 38 D breast that most young men notice. I’m not married and no kids, although I do baby-sit. I teach junior High and have enjoyed doing so the past 15 years. My favorite class to teach would be about puberty which children are 11 for the first class. I baby-sit for my neighbor and I have for 12 years. So I know their […]
I’ve been obsessed with panties from a very early age; probably the first time I noticed the difference between my sisters’ silky, lacy undies and my own boring cotton “Tidy Whities.” I should probably add here that I have three older sisters, one more beautiful than the other. Mom is rather attractive too; that’s where they get it from! Dad left early on, when I was about 10 or 11. When my parents divorced, Mom gathered my sisters and myself and told us things would be different from now on. She said she got a new job and that we […]
A couple of years after the movie “The Graduate” came out I had a Mrs Robinson episode of my own, for that reason I’ll refer to her as Mrs Robinson. Mrs Robinson lived in a house next door, she was divorced, supporting a pretty daughter named Keri about a year younger than me, and a son named Tommy three years younger than me. (I was almost 19, Tommy was 16) Tommy and I would often get together after school and play one-on-one basketball in his driveway. Sometimes Keri would come out and watch our game, and shoot a few baskets […]
Ever since I was 15 I was obsessed with panties, and this obsession soon led me to one of the greatest events of my highschool years. I was already sniffing panties as often as I could because I had a lot of friends that were girls. I would find a way to sneak into their rooms, and sniff their panties, occasionally I would get horny enough to masturbate with them and cum into them. But one day, this all changed. When I was in highschool, my girl “best friend” was the single hottest girl I’ve ever met. She had a […]
1) Mom’s Panties My mom is about 5’4, size 7 and a MILF. I have been sniffing and jerking off in her panties since I was a teenager. My parents separated when I was in jr. high and my brother and I would always visit her every second weekend (we lived with Dad). Every other weekend I would gain access to her panty drawer and hamper for hours at a time so I know what she wore as routine and even got to break in her new panties too. * White satin bikini panty with lacy front: This is the […]
Like a lot of women, I’ve had some fantasies during my 20 years of married life but had never had the opportunity or nerve to live any of them until Jeff got me that fantastic massage from Cindy last month. You can read about that in my “Massage Fantasy” story. For many years I had wanted to see what sex with another woman was like. Well, Cindy showed me more than I had ever imagined. My pussy still gets wet just thinking about it. One thing that did for me, besides the […]
When I was 13, I moved in with my Aunt. Some of the things that happened when I lived with her were unbelievable. So I’m writing them down now so I can refer to them in the future, masturbating to my memories. My aunt had no shame. And now looking back, I know she was an exhibitionist. She would walk around the house in just her bra and panties. Her panties were always big shiny nylon briefs, which came up over her belly button. And her bras were big utilitarian things, designed to manage her huge breasts. Sometimes she would […]
(I don’t condone any sexual activity of adults with children – this is strictly a fantasy) When I was a little boy, my mother would often leave me with my grandma when she needed a baby sitter. My grandma was about 50 years old, bleached blonde hair (she vowed never to go gray), she had big boobs on a womanly frame, and she always wore dresses… never pants. In fact I don’t think she even owned any pants. Anyway, my grandma would change completely, the minute the door closed and my mother had left us alone. She would pat […]
