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Caught in the Rain

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Walking to my car, right at dusk, I resigned myself to ending up soaked from the rain. The soft rain had started while I was in class, and I hadn't remembered to grab my umbrella, in my mad dash from car to class. The rain wasn't so bad. It wasn't like I was going to melt from the soft late spring shower. But of course, I had to park in the furthest, most remote parking lot, due to the others being full. When I reached the parking lot, my car was sitting almost alone, there was one other car left...

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Caught Peeping

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I guess I should start out by saying that I grew up a normal boy, interested in baseball, football, and girls. My folks married young, and my big sister Rhonda was born when my Mom and Dad were just 18. I came along just two short years later. Our family lived on a small farm in central Illinois, and the small town I went to school in didn't have a lot of cute girls. Actually, my sister Rhonda was the best looking girl in the school. When I was 13, my Dad was killed in a freak farming accident, so...

Boobs ‘n’ Boners

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"Morning slugger." Linda said as she passed her son in the hallway. She looked like a 39 year old Katy Perry, but with a shapelier figure and enormous breasts. Linda had just come from the bathroom...a tiny white towel draped around her voluptuous body. Bobby's eyes followed the sway of her meaty buttocks...barley covered as she pranced into her bedroom. Drawn like a magnet he moved to her doorway...just in time to see the towel fall to the floor. Spotting her son in the doorway Linda put her hands on her hips...her big bobbling pear-shaped breasts ballooning outward. She fed...

Auntie Alice 3

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We got Alice home sometime late Sunday, she was now moved into Gladys's house using the bedroom where I used to sleep. Everything went well, except moving her in a car was a real hassle. Her broken leg was in a full cast from her upper thigh to her ankle. Her badly broken right arm, was encased in plaster from her arm pit to her wrist. Her other arm, the cast went from below her elbow to her hand, her thumb was immobilized. She was in a lot of pain and on some pretty strong medication, she slept through the...

Aunt Betty Takes Me In

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I was 20 years old and had just split up with my long time sweet-heart ofmy teenage years as something told us to move on to better and bigger thingsin life. Not a big deal and I was relieved as personality- wise she wasn't theone for me and we had enough sex to last a life time, or so I thought. It wasthe summer of 82 and you may remember it was a scorcher. Very little rain andexceptionally humid. A strange combination but it lent itself to the story I am about to tell you. I had enrolled in college...

Aunt Betty the Nudist

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I was 20 years old and had just split up with my long time sweet-heart of my teenage years as something told us to move on to better and bigger things in life. Not a big deal and I was relieved as personality- wise she wasn't the one for me and we had enough sex to last a life time, or so I thought. It was the summer of 82 and you may remember it was a scorcher. Very little rain and exceptionally humid. A strange combination but it lent itself to the story I am about to tell...

A New Peter

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A New Peter 1 Mrs. Veckly could hardly sleep that night. After her discussion with Mrs. Bradford, her accountant, the day before, she finally felt she was going to get some control over her twelve-year-old son, Peter. Peter was going to find his new place in the family as well. In their casual conversation, Mrs. Veckly had mentioned that she was having some trouble getting Peter to behave. Mrs. Bradford seemed unusually interested in this and offered some advice. According to Mrs. Bradford, Peter needed to be raised the same way she had raised her son. That meant that Peter...

A Good Little Boy for Mrs. Marwood

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It was a regular Tuesday morning and Timmy Lovell awoke to the sound of Harriet readying things in the bathroom while humming to herself. He felt a shiver travelling down through his spine at the thought of the morning proceedings he would have to endure, and yet his penis was rapidly engorging, pressing firmly against the soft fabric of the cloth nappy she made him wear at night. Although Timmy was almost thirteen now, his foster mother still kept him on a strict hygienic regimen with very little consideration for the poor boy's modesty. This had been the way...