Why do I love older women? Well, I generally feel pretty insecure about myself, and I never felt special until the Getters moved in next door and Mrs Getter asked me to watch the children for them. I’m eighteen and what do I know about things like swinging and swapping, but I found it out first-hand when she and her old man came home a little drunk earlier this evening. I get up to leave and Mr. Getter starts to pay me, but then he winks at his wife and puts his wallet away and looks me over.They exchange a […]
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 naked for a while […]
A son and mother look at their relationship from their own perspective. The story of how a mother and son’s relationship develops and changes from mere maternal love to full sexual love is complicated. It doesn’t happen overnight and it often takes years. That’s why the story is long. In this, we look at the relationship from both the mum’s and son’s perspectives and witness their doubts and fears, their aspirations and desires. The son. I suppose it was akin to letting Dracula into a blood bank, a cat into a fish shop or giving a pyromaniac a box of […]
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 home in about […]
by Spyder At 35 years old, I had achieved most of the goals I had set out to accomplish. I had been a very good swimmer in college, captaining my team to a National Championship. After graduation I had built a swimsuit design and manufacturing business that had grown so much that it attracted a buyout offer from a national company. They agreed to keep me on the payroll as a designer for as long as I wanted to work. The only stipulation was that I work out of their company headquarters instead of my home. It was very strange […]
Our State Fair recently took place and I was surprised at what took place. While looking at all of the booths and activities, I saw a motorhome that had a big sign on it that said “Prostate Cancer”. Being a male in college, I was curious about it. I was greeted by a woman who gave me some literature and told me I could get a free blood test and exam if I filled out a questionnaire. The questionnaire was very easy to fill out, and it asked me a lot of questions about going to the bathroom at night. […]
Bob McClintock had got himself into some major trouble. He had had his run-ins with the law before, and even done a couple of thirty-day stints in the county jug, but this time he had really hit the big time. For his part in an arson plan gone wrong he had netted himself four years as a guest of the Feds and, even with remission for good behavior he was going to be doing every day of two and a half years. Things might not have been so bad if his wife, Leona, was still alive, but she had been […]
CHAPTER ONE: THE RISE AND RISE OF BOBBY NUPPENDAUN This story really began when 18 year old Bobby Nuppendaun was in his stepmother’s bedroom, in the middle of one of the countless masturbation sessions he enjoyed each time she went out. Except on this occasion Ellen Highwater chose this exact time to come back to the house, to collect her forgotten pocketbook. As she climbed the stairs, she suddenly heard Bobby’s voice – coming from her bedroom, it seemed – as the boy talking to himself, quite obviously in a state of high excitement. In actual fact he was nearing […]
Chapter 2 Stepmother lends a hand. “Bobby dear, I think further steps are necessary – would you be a good boy, and unhook this big, stretchy brassiere, for me?” She leaned over the boy, bringing the front-fastening garment within his reach. Of course, it also brought her gigantic breasts, topped by twin thrusting teats, to within inches of the little boy’s face. Bobby eventually shook off his shock, and struggled to release the many hooks – how he struggled, but he kept at the task manfully, and finally the last hook was released. I think your penis could do with […]
CHAPTER 3 OFF TO THE CLINIC Ellen quickly grabbed up her silk nightgown, and, after wrapping Bobby in it, she hustled the boy outside, and into her Firebird. Having draped him in the passenger seat, she hurriedly locked the house and climbed into the driving seat. Oh boy, was she ever in the driving seat! Her mind was a whirl, an incendiary mixture of so many things: there were the memories of her old employer Ruth Lessmilker, and the disgraceful, sordid procedures which eventually led to the doctor being expelled from legal practice – then there were her own like-minded […]
Little Helpers I was painting the wall in a window recess at my home when I saw the boy’s faces staring at me, open mouthed, from behind some bushes in my yard. It was a hot day and as usual I had stripped down to nothing but a pair of old baggy panties so the sight of my paint splattered tits jiggling in the window must have been exciting for them! I took a deep breath. ‘Okay, don’t panic.’ I told myself. ‘They’re only young boys seeking a thrill!’ I forced myself to continue painting as though I hadn’t seen […]
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 beginning of the next […]
