From that day on the girls became even more confident about the way they treated me. On the last day of the school term, a Thursday, Liz told me to go to her friend's house on my way home from school. When I got there I was told that they knew about the magazine I had been reading and that as I had been using girls for my entertainment I would be used to entertain girls during the summer holidays. They told me that I would have to learn how to strip...
READ MOREI was raised in a very catholic neighborhood in a very ethnic part of Chicago. I came from a large family and my mother was very close to her sister, my aunt Paula. In the course of raising a large family of 5 boys and 3 girls, my Aunt Paula helped my mother a great deal. She never married and looking back, I think that she might have been gay. But that was something that was not talked about the way it is now. It was not out of the ordinary to find my aunt at our house one to...
READ MOREChapter I - Introductions It was the last week of eighth grade, just before summer. School let out on Thursday. Four more school days until the blissful relaxation of my 13th summer. My teachers were all sick of me, and I was certainly sick of them. I made every effort to let them know exactly how sick of them I was. Each of those efforts landed me in the principal's office, although even Mr. Fontaine was too consumed by the expectation of summer to put any real effort into discipline. My parents had never been into discipline either, which probably...
READ MOREI came home terribly late one Friday whilst Mother was away visiting and old friend for the weekend. I was prepared to face the inevitable tongue lashing from Stepfather, although I wasn't overly concerned. However, it so happened that he had been visiting the local pub and was visibly fuming as I entered the house. He chastised me severely, and as he ranted and raved, his anger seemed to know no bounds. I stood the abuse for as long as I thought reasonable. "I think you made your point," I said curtly, and started walking away. "Just a second, young...
READ MOREI 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...
READ MOREWhen I was 12 years old a friend of mine asked if I could spend the weekend at his house. We asked my mom she said ok. I looked forward to being there. I always loved his mom. She was beautiful and always wore dresses and skirts with white slips under them. I remember one day after school my friend and I were playing in the yard he got angry at me and called me a son of a bitch. His mom came to the door and called us inside. She was angry and said I'm going to the store...
READ MORESome journeys seem so long, almost without end. But there is always a beginning at least, and this beginning sometimes seems like only yesterday... Looking back over the years, I have vague memories as a young lad, of discovering the fascination of browsing through the Sears catalogue, and homing in on the lingerie and corsetry pages. The illustrations were mostly line drawings, and the females depicted appeared alien to any real person I knew at that tender age. It was beyond my undeveloped but rapidly evolving mind to imagine why the opposite sex actually wore such armor plating —...
READ MOREPart1 My first visit at my aunt's. (age 9) I grew up in a very loving yet strict home. I have an older sister (5 years older) while growing up she was not only my friend but also my protector against bullies and at times my parents. On many occasions she would either cover up for me or talked my parents out of punishing me. She was very wild especially for a girl-- for this reason my parents spend most of the time disciplining her and were more lenient with me. I guess she trained them...
READ MOREOne summer, when I was 16 years old, my parents went on a vacation. My parents were going to be gone for three weeks and they didn't trust me to be alone for that length of time. So they had my older cousin, Jane, who was in college, to baby-sit the house and me. It worked out well, because she was able to cook good meals for me, ad she kept the house clean. Before my parents left they told me, "Jane will be in charge of everything while we are gone. If you get into trouble, we have given...
READ MOREI have always loved ladies stockings. The way women look in them, lovely long slender legs wrapped in nylon, always get's me aroused! Black, tan, white, it doesn't matter, stockings are the best things ever invented. Also the feeling of nylon is so soft and erotic. In our house there's only me, my brother and my mom. I'm 22 now but at the time of this experience I was 14. My brother had been staying at a friends house and my mother was going out for the evening so I knew I could get some quality time all to myself....
READ MOREMrs Alison Jenkins part 1 It had only been two weeks since Steve, my husband had gone to work in Australia for a whole year. Already I missed him and hated living on my own. We had only been married for a few months and moved several hundred miles away from my parents because of his stupid job and now I was stuck here alone. To be fair the small village in North Yorkshire was lovely and unlike London where I grew up everyone was very friendly even if they did consider us both to be “posh southerners”. We had...
READ MORE"Do you remember me talking about the difference between a sissy and a real man?" "Not really." "Real men have dicks, Precious. Big manly, masculine pricks. You have a baby dickie, a clittie. Even if I did let you into my pussy I'd never feel you, Sissy. Your dick is too small. So that's never gonna happen. This little guy is such a teeny weeny that you're never going to be able to fuck Mommy. Mommy needs Men, Real Men with Real Big Dicks. Understand?' "Oh you're blushing again, Hon. I love it. I know it seems cruel, Sweetness, but...
READ MOREThis was absolutely the last straw. The last couple of times Billy got beaten up at his junior high school, there was really not much I could do. Children can be awfully cruel, and aside from advising him to stay out of the troublemakers' way (and failing that, try to reason with his harassers), I had to accept that this is part of a boy's growing up experience. The last time, I suggested that we report the incident to the school authorities, but Billy objected, not wanting to come across as some wimp. In a way, he was right ...
READ MOREJanice pulled the Lexus into the driveway, and noticed her bedroom light on. She was positive she turned it off before she left this morning. If her wayward Nephew was nosing around in her room there would be hell to pay. She was already extremely ticked off at having to attend a meeting with his Principal this morning. A meeting which ran on too long, causing her to miss her flight to Chicago. Thank goodness she was able to assure the Principal that Bill would be on his best behavior for the next few days, until graduation. Janice closed the...
READ MOREMiss Haversham. The most beautiful teacher in the school, even the world. Or, at least, that was what my adolescent hormones were telling me. She was always immaculately dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, her hair tied in a bob, and her glasses giving her the classic schoolmistress look. Today was hot, too hot to wear a jacket, so Miss Haversham had hung hers' over her chair. Her blouse was expensive looking, and my beady adolescent eyes could track out the lines of her bra. She looked up from the work on her desk at me, I quickly looked down...
READ MOREI was enormously embarrassed sitting on the exam table in the nude with just a towel wrapped around my waist. My classmate Donna was grinning ear to ear as she watched me sitting there. Dr Lerner turned to my stepmother and announced. “ you can pick up a prescription for antibiotics on your way home. I will need to recheck his wound in a week and would like to to use him to demonstrate an uncircumsed penis to interested hospital personel at that time.” She hit a key on her tablet and said, “Donna will show you where to find...
READ MOREThe three of us. Donna, Sharon, and myself. lay in a post orgasmic puddle on the floor of Sheila Duffys living room when we heard the phone ringing loudly. Donna rose slowly and picked up the phone. The loud voice of Mrs Duffy was heard yelling heard yelling, "get moving, you have to get Everett ready, Barbara will be picking the three of you up in an hour to drive all of you to the of you to the school. Make sure you get him really clean, make him cum at least twice so he does'nt squirt all over anybody...
READ MOREPart I It was kind of a dull rainy Saturday and Mom announced that she would be going out to do some shopping for the afternoon. She asked if I would like to accompany her but up to that point I found her shopping quite boring - and besides, I had other things in mind. But first some background. I was then about 10 years old and by some crazy fluke had recently discovered a unexplainable fascination with my mother's lingerie and of all things - her shoes. Mom was in her late 20s and although not beautiful, was a...
READ MORECarol had Billy, her 14 year old son, when she was in her early 20s and so she was still young, healthy, playful and uninhibited and loved having sex with her husband. Recently however, she realized there was now another man in the house, as Billy was growing up and fast. And she'd been noticing that Billy was starting to look at her differently than he used to. And he'd 'accidentally' walked in on her recently when she was sitting on the toilet, with her shorts and panties down around her ankles. He'd stood there for a moment, looking at...
READ MOREMommy hates me because she got pregnant with me and she says I ruined her life. I never met my daddy. I also turned out to be a scared, submissive little boy who she says is a little sissy boy. I kinda look like mommy. I have the same black hair as her and she makes me keep it long. People have told her that her daughter looks just like her and that makes her mad. I'm supposed to be a boy, but you can't always tell by the clothes she buys for me. I get some hand-me-downs from my...
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