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 […]
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 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 […]
I was a door-to-door insurance salesman once for about 20 minutes. It was another of my many failed careers. Dante was wrong. The deepest circle in hell doesn’t belong to the traitors to kin and country, there’s a level even deeper. The Tenth circle is reserved for door-to-door salesmen. Because that’s a living hell on earth, and THEN you die. I took the insurance job after being fired from my trainee position at the heavy equipment company. I just fucked up too much for them, I guess. I hated being in an office all day anyway. I thought being outside […]
Justin began reading his journal. His mind wandering back to a few years ago. Monday Journal Entry Well here I am. It has now been six weeks since I moved into Mrs. Harwood’s home. My parents now somewhere on their round the world excursion. I haven’t had any letters from them for a few weeks, so I have no idea where they actually are. But I do know that I won’t be expecting them home for another eleven months, give or take a few weeks. Mrs. Harwood lives just a few streets away from our own home. But with mum […]
I’d just turned 18 & was still living at home… It was towards the end of my Sr. year, & I’d just gotten home from school, & headed to my bedroom with the intention of calling my girlfriend, when I noticed that there was a pile of clean clothes on my bed, “Good” I thought, mom did laundry today, “Shit’ I thought, it’s my turn next…. Well as I was putting things away I noticed that my mom had accidently put a pair of her silky white full cut panties in with my stuff…. Now what to do…. The more […]
I had been cutting Mrs. Barons’ lawn for about 5 years now. She and her husband moved in right after they were married, he was 20, she was 19 and just out of high school. Mrs. Barons’ husband left her last year and she was divorced now but she got to keep the house, so I still had a summer job doing the lawn, and a winter job shoveling the snow. I should tell you Mrs. Baron was a very pretty woman, she had brown hair which she wore very long, all the way down to her waist. She was […]
When I was 11 my dad died suddenly. An only child, my mom raised me the best she could and worked full time, but times were tough. Fortunately my dad’s sister, my Aunt Pam, lived in town and she was very helpful to me and my mom. I spent quite a bit of time with her in my teen years, and many days after school I would go there instead of home, and would often stay the night when my Mom worked late (she had a second job as a waitress). As I turned 13 I was of course perpetually […]
I was 17 years old when my mother died, leaving my dad and myself alone and living in the suburbs of San Diego. Over the course of the next year, Dad and I settled into a manly groove. He went to work, I went to school, he went to the bars after work, I ran track and played baseball, we ate out at the nearby diner, ate take out pizza or microwaved frozen dinners, the dishes piled in the sink and the trash overflowed the garbage cans until the cleaning lady came every other day. Grocery shopping occurred only when […]
A couple of years ago I had an experience that gave me a whole new perspective on how I look at older women. I went over to my friend’s house to hang out, when I got there his mom answered the door in her swimsuit. She told me Lee wasn’t there, but she figured he’d be home soon. She asked me if I wanted come in and wait for him. She told me she was going to work on her tan and invited me to come out and take a dip in the pool. I didn’t have my swim trunks […]
“Sh, Sh, Sh, sweet baby, it is going to be ok.” Looking at the wall clock, I notice it is 4 a.m. 2 hours of non-stop crying. What started as a little whimper has gone into a full blown distress cry. I am now officially a single mom. Emily is a week old and we are trying to learn how to breastfeed together. There is no lonelier feeling than being up in the middle of the night with a crying baby. Plus, being a first time mom, I have no clue what to do. My milk has come in and […]
My Aunt was a seamstress. She always made clothes for the various members of Our family. She made shirts and pants and shorts for the boys, and tops, skirts and dresses for the girls. She lived only two doors away, and was a constant part of my life. It seemed to start very innocently for me at probably age ten or eleven. I was asked if I could come over to help out Auntie ‘R’ for a half-hour or so with some sewing. She was trying to hem a skirt and needed me to stand up very straight […]
