My Understanding Mother
Well, I wish I could say it was the first time my mother caught me masturbating. But, it wasn’t. And, it’s not like I was always walking around the house, pulling my crank out and flashing it around, either. I wasn’t trying to get caught, but, she had this uncanny ability to want to barge into my bedroom, or need to talk to me when I was in the shower, and as a result, she periodically caught me with my hand around my crank, pumping it toward orgasm. On top of that,
My Mom’s Big Breasts
It was a hot summer, a warm afternoon in August. As I came home from the school, I shouted “ Mommy! I’m home….” I glanced at the kitchen. But she was not there. So I walked towards garden. And I saw her there. She was in our new pool, swimming. – “Hi mom!” I said Mom looked at me and said “ Hi honey! How are you?” – “What a hot day, isn’t it?” I asked. – “Yes hon. But the pool is cool. Why don’t you join me?” She
My Mom’s Underwear
Life at 14 is not exactly the easiest time in a young person’s life. Especially if there is nothing special about you whatsoever. My name is Alex, and I am pretty much one of the most average teenagers you would ever meet. I’m 5’4″, weigh 125 lbs, and have red hair, and blue eyes. I’m not ugly but I’m far from good-looking. Pretty skinny as well. I make mostly B’s in all my classes, don’t play sports, and I’m in one club. So, I’m pretty much an average typical student. My parents are divorced. My
My Crazy Life
Hello, my name is Michelle. My life has done a crazy flip in the past few weeks. If I don’t write it all down I think I will lose my mind. I feel safe putting it down here because I have changed all the names to protect the (not so) innocent, and no one here would know me anyway. I am 38 years old and in my second marriage. I have kept myself in shape and work out four times a week or more. I brought two kids into this marriage and
My Aunt’s Huge Tits
It was my first summer back from my freshman year of college; a year that didn’t quite reach my expectations of college life. I had tried over and over, and subsequently failed over and over, at courting a girl as a freshman. This meant I went home for the Summer as yet again a virgin, now 19 years old and as frustrated as I could be. My plan for the Summer was to try to reconnect with some old flames from high school when I got back, and make any
Mum’s the Word
CHAPTER ONEYou’re going to think this is a sad story, because it starts out sad. But don’t be sad for long, brothers and sisters, because it ends up pretty OK, at least to me it does. I’m Bobby, by the way, Bobby Henderson. That really doesn’t matter to the story, except that it’s about me and my mother, Claire Henderson. There are a few other people in it too, but they only matter a little. I’ll mention them later. My mom’s story starts out like a lot of people hope their adult lives will start, with a
Mom’s Panties Runneth Over
42 year old Helen Walker crouched in her son’s bedroom closet peering out through the inch or so crack between the door and the jam. Her skirt was up around her waist and her right hand was jammed down into the front of her bright blue Vanity Fair nylon panties, working her incredibly swollen clitoris as she witnessed the scene before her. She had come home early because she had dropped off her car at the shop and decided to have the driver bring her home instead of taking her
Mom’s Things
It was the summer of 1970. I was a twelve year-old boy with an over-developed libido. I was becoming fascinated with sex and fascinated with my Mother. Mom was attractive -platinum blond hair; blue eyes; 5’2″ tall; C-cup breasts; thick, dark nipples; tan lines accenting a nice reddish blond bush. She favored slacks and blouses or shorts in the summer. Demi-cup bras and hipster or lacy high-wasted panties. Frosty pink lipstick and pink or red nails. I wanted all of that so much! I fed my fantasies by spying on Mom or catching glimpses of
Mom’s Yellow Panties
The fact of the matter is that all women’s underwear is sexy. But, normally, it seems as though black or red panties are talked about the most often as being erotic. When I think of sexy panties there is another color that can be equally stimulating. One might think of sun bathing under the hot yellow sun or picking pretty yellow daisies. You might even think of the sour taste of lemons. But, yellow is also the color of warning. Don’t cross the yellow line on the street or run a
Mom Takes a Ride
Jean, his mother’s younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning. “Hi squirt,” she said. Rick didn’t resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him. “Hi Jean,” his mother and he said in unison. “What’s up?” his mother added.
Mrs. Carmen Sheldrake
“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
Mrs. Michaels
I was unemployed, back at home, and staying in my old room. I hadn’t been in the old neighborhood in about six years. It is funny how old memories and habits come back. I remember staying up late messing around on the 8088 computer that I had and then sleeping in until noon the next day. The computer has changed but the times are about the same. I rolled out of bed and was heading down the hall towards the bathroom when I happened to glance out the window that overlooked
Milking Henry
Henry woke up and realized something was wrong. When he moved his undies felt wet and sticky. He was sure he hadn’t wet the bed but couldn’t figure out what had happened, so he pulled the covers back and looked. His jockeys were all wet in front. Henry felt it and then put his finger to his nose. It had a funny strong smell. Then he panicked and ran into his mommy’s room. “Mommy”, he yelled, shaking her. “Mommy, wake up”. His mommy slowly turned over, looking at her son. “What’s the matter sweetie”? Henry pointed at
Miss Rene and Tommy – part 1
Rene DeLong heard the bicycle rattling down the road in front of her house. She jumped out of her easy chair and raced to the window to peep through the blinds. There, peddling down the street toward the house directly across the street from her own, was Tommy Avera. Just barely thirteen years old, Tommy was returning from his paper route, a job he had just begun a few weeks earlier. In spite of his young age, he was physically well-developed. He was 5 feet, ten inches tall with sandy blond hair, and broad shoulders. Like many
Miss Rene and Tommy – part 3
It was Friday evening at last. Rene had just stepped out of the shower and dried her self off with the oversized bath towel hanging on the rack. As she rubbed the towel over her silken skin, she let her imagination run wild, anticipating what might happen tonight. Tommy, her thirteen-year old neighbor – the boy with the man-cock – would be in her house, sleeping over while babysitting her two daughters. This would be the perfect opportunity for Rene to seduce the young boy. He would be a guest in her house in the middle of
Mom and Her Drawers
Part 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 […]
Mommy And Billy (and Mrs. Schwartz)
Carol 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.
Mommy and Son Share Panties
I woke at 6 am and got ready for school, excited that it was a Friday and looking forward to the usual Friday night ritual my mom and I shared of renting a movie and ordering a pizza. It was just me and my mom (my dad died ten years ago) at the house, so I pretty much could do anything thing I wanted within reason. As usual, I stripped my bed of the sheets and stuffed them in the washer before leaving for school. My dreams were very wet and I was getting
Mommy Love
It was as they say a dream come true. I was alone in the house with my mother…I had long planned what was to transpire but had never had the opportunity to fulfill the dream…to see my mother nude…until this evening. My father was out of town on business and my sister was at a pajama party with her friends. I knew my mother would take a long hot tub after dinner and that was when I would take the opportunity of my young sex life…actually I was a virgin so
Mommy’s Boy
It was bound to happen, 100% inevitable, and now that it did I am much more free mentally welcoming whatever happens next. This story started not too long ago, but the background did as for my formative years revolved mostly around just my Mother and I. Never knew my real dad, my aunt told me that my mother got pregnant on homecoming night her sophomore year in college when she was twenty years old. My aunt thinks that the football team captain is the donor, but thought that my mother probably had