Bible Mom

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I'm going to talk about my mother and her religion in a way that may appear a little dark, depressing and uncomfortable. I think she was a lousy parent but I know I wouldn't be me if it wasn't for her and her mistakes. My mom came from a military family. She was the second youngest and terribly jealous of her younger sister. I think that's why she got married at 18 to Vietnam vet and had me by the time she was 19. Sadly, the marriage was over by the time I was four. I have almost no memories...

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Big Tits

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Is it a blessing or a curse for a thirteen year-old girl to have huge tits? I was already sporting 34DDs when I entered junior high school. The boys flocked around me, found excuses to rub against my chest, and the bolder ones would even grab at them when they could. It made me uncomfortable as hell. My older sister comforted me and told me I should enjoy the attention, and the power. She said my tits could get me a lot if I wanted, that boys, and even men, would do just about anything I wanted for a chance...

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A Voyeur’s Dream 2

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As I indicated before, there were powerful forces at work when I was a boy that shaped my wants and needs as a man. I stayed with a neighbor lady, Jean, after school. I know now that she was an exhibitionist, but at the time I just thought that I was the luckiest kid around. She was constantly treating me to cock-hardening views down her blouse and up her skirt. I was a horny kid and masturbated furiously and frequently thinking of her and others who I had glimpses and fantasies of. One hot sunny afternoon, I went to Jean's...

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Bathroom Peeper

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(M/f, masturbation) OK, so I admit it, I peeked on my step-brother in the bathroom. It wasn't really like, my fault though. My step-father had been remodeling one of the upstairs bathrooms, which adjoined my step-brother's room, but not mine. I had to walk all the way down the hall to use the bathroom, and my step-father decided that he could just add a door leading to my room. This incurred some movement of the plumbing, which he stuck in my closet. There, he built a trap that could be opened to service the plumbing if something went wrong. It...

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Bath Time

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I was barely 13 when I discovered the joys of masturbation along with a couple of friends of mine. We used to discuss sex and women, and quite often it would lead to a jerk off session. I remember that I was always horny it seemed like. It didn't take much to get me going. Even in school, an accidental glimpse up a skirt would cause an instant erection. I can remember quite often standing in front of the urinal and stroking myself to relief during the class bells. Today in reading many experiences of others, I realize that my...

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Bath Time With My Aunt

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Bath Time With My Aunt Sex is a strange thing surreal almost at times. First sex is seldom a cataclysmic opening, rather a buildup of various tendrils which will one day flower into full blush. As a teenager I had scarlet fever. Well perhaps more a virgin than a teenager 18 or thereabouts. I had to stay home from school, missing important exams in the process. I stayed at my aunt's, my great-aunt really; she was deemed to be the only person able to care for me as the scarlet fever ran its course. It was awful too. Not just...

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Aunt Shows a Little Kindness

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As an only child in a dysfunctional family I got beaten up a lot by my dad and ignored or scolded by mom. By the time I reached my mid teens I had a serious masturbation problem only then I didn't realize how bad it was. I masturbated frequently and compulsively, and was also an exhibitionist. All I got was punishment. My only friend was my aunt Marge, who was in her early fifties then. I would have liked to visit her more often, only she lived too far away to permit more than the occasional visit. But when I...

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Aunty

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I was about 11 years old when I first experienced the joys of masturbation. At that time of my life I spent most weekends at my grandparents' home. My Aunt Mary lived there. She was divorced (and in fact never re-married). The bedroom I used was at the end of a corridor and I had to pass my Aunt's room to reach the bathroom. When I passed her door I often saw her getting dressed (I could see through a crack in the door)She was a fairly large woman and she used to wear old fashioned girdles and stockings. I...

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A Visit With Aunty Brown (part 1)

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If truth be told, Jane Bronski had always enjoyed seeing her stepson in the nude. Although she suppressed any conscious acknowledgment of pedophilic tendencies, she never lost an opportunity to treat herself to a peek at his prepubescent body. After undressing him at bedtime an unusually long time would usually elapse while Billy waited naked and nervous for his pajamas to be put on. Mommy would scold if he tried to cover himself or avoid her gaze. Bath time was another occasion for indulging her secret needs. She would sit on the edge of the tub with Billy standing obediently...

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A Visit to Grandma’s

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"Damn it mom I don't want to go!" I shouted through my bedroom door. "I don't care your father and I are going away and you are going to your grandmother's!" my mom yelled at me from downstairs. At this point I was extremely angry, slammed my door, and threw myself onto my bed. I went to my computer and went to a porn site, as I always do when I'm pissed. I started looking at MILF's and Mature porn. They were always my favorite categories. I took off my pants and started stroking myself. After a few minutes of...

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Aunt Jenny’s Panty Paradise

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A year ago, when I was 15 years old, my parents took a two month summer vacation to Europe, leaving me in the care of my mother's friend Jenny in New York City. Jenny and my mother had met in college, and became good friends, and had kept in close contact ever since. Unlike my mother, who had gotten married, given birth to me, and become a stay-at-home mom, Jenny had moved to New York after college and started her own fashion company. By the time I was 12, Jenny's company was flourishing, and she had become a successful business...

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Aunt Karen

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Chapter 1 A Bird in the Hand I was always fond of my Aunt Karen; she was a grown-up for sure, but really not that much older than my sister and I. She occasionally baby sat us and we always had a fun time with her. As I got older and started to have "manly urges," I also noticed that she was a very attractive woman. I thought the world of her. That is, until that summer she spent at my house when she brought that world crashing down around me. I was twelve, and my sister, Carol, was eight...

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Aunt Maria

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*** Aunt Maria is quite the looker: proportioned practically perfectly in every way, and with beautiful obsidian hair to boot. When my father's brother died, my parents invited Aunt Maria to stay with us until she could find an apartment. (F/m-teen, ped, 1st, mast, rom) *** My name's not particularly relevant to this story, but my Aunt Maria's is. My father's brother married her when I was thirteen; he was twelve years younger than my father, and so when he was first married at twenty- two, my father was thirty-four and had been married fourteen years. Maria was a raven-haired...

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Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 01

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It was 1959 and I was eighteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a foster home my Aunty Jean had taken me in as her ward. Aunty Jean was forty-five and quite an attractive woman for her age. Her body was a little on the large side but she had large creamy breasts and stunning legs for a woman her age. She worked in an office in the city and her work attire usually consisted of skirt, blouse, heels and hosiery; she dressed sophisticatedly...

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Auntie Joyce Discovers my Fetish

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Auntie Joyce found out about my fetish when I was a teenager. I was about 17, she was in her 40's. Now I wasn't really attracted to my aunt but one summer, she discovered and encouraged my lust for her lingerie. My younger brother had gone for the summer to visit my uncle, (they were divorced) so that left me and Auntie Joyce alone together a lot. At this time I was discovering my sexuality, and was exploring different methods of masturbation, as I had no experience with girls yet. I soon discovered my aunt's lingerie. I would rifle through...

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Aunt Anna’s Lingerie

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One summer, I paid a visit to my aunt in Illinois. Now she was in her early 40's and pretty with short close cropped blond hair. I usually got to spend a week with her, usually doing chores and generally helping out. She was very encouraging of my personal interests, and seemed enthusiastic about many of my teenaged hobbies.(I soon found out that she was enthusiastic about other things as well!)One afternoon I was helping out in the yard when it started raining, and as I was running towards the house, I slipped and fell, landing in a gigantic mud...

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Aunt Betty and Me

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It all started in the aftermath of one of Florida's many hurricanes.  I don't remember the name of the storm; I was only fourteen at the time, and didn't pay much attention to current events.  My Aunt Betty lost her home because of flooding, and came to live with Mom and me.  Neither Aunt Betty or Mom had husbands anymore; it was just the three of us. I was not happy about the prospect of her living with us at first.  I had recently discovered masturbation, and was instantly addicted to the immense pleasure my body could experience during a...

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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...

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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...

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Aunt Dorothy

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As a teenager I would fantasise over my Aunt Dorothy's mountainous tits - huge melons that jiggled under her jumper as she walked. She was a mature and imposing lady in her late forties, and had a shapely figure, cinched at the waist with wide patent leather belts, which she often wore with flared floral frocks, and taffeta petticoats. And then there were the v-necked sweaters, accentuating her huge, cone-shaped breasts, through which I could occasionally see the circle-stitching of her brassieres. The swish of her petticoats as she walked, and the click of her high- heels never failed to...

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