Mommy’s Little Man
Chapter 1: Trapped in the Catwoman’s Lair The theater lights rose and the credits rolled. A crowd of all ages flooded out of the cinema. Moviegoers as young as four were carried out with their eyes wide, and their young minds disbelieving what they had just watched. Parents hushed their noisy offspring who insisted on screaming plot spoilers within ear-shot of those waiting to take their seats. One little girl’s face was red and wet with tears; the imposing figure of the bizarrely masked antagonist still burned into her mind’s eye. That night
Mommy’s Little Pervert
Mommy 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
Mommy’s Special Little Girl
Chapter 1 -The Beginning- “Your hair is getting so long now.” Mommy says as she smoothes Erin’s wavy blond hair down. “I think we should take you to get it cut.” “No Mommy, I like it long.” “Before much longer it will start getting into your mouth when you eat. It might get annoying. “ Erin thought a moment. His head down, hesitantly, not wanting to upset Mommy, he says: “But, I like the way it feels when it’s long.” “How does it feel, Erin?” “It makes
Mom’s Erotic Displays
CHAPTER 1: THE SEDUCTIVE SHOWOFF This is a story that some of you may find engaging, while others will want to ignore. It deals with an erotic bond that developed between my mother and myself. Be aware that you know that before proceeding. Moreover, be advised that the story is not about full-blown sex. If anything this is just a reminiscence that is laced with eroticism and exhibitionism more than explosive sex between parent and offspring. My mother had me when she was in her mid-twenties, which means that
Mom’s Humiliating Catfight
This 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
Life with Aunt Fanny
One of my earliest sexual memories is having a bath with my Auntie when I was about xxxx. We lived in a large, older two-story house in a quiet neighbourhood of the city. Our main bathroom had an old-fashioned claw-footed tub that you could fill up to your chin with hot, soapy water. Aunt Fanny had me sitting between her legs, facing away from her. She had a bar of soap and, while she rubbed it gently over my body with one hand, she gave me a soap-suds massage with the other. I could feel her hard,
Little Bobby’s Problem (part 1)
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
Little Bobby’s Problem (part 2)
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
I Started with Mom’s Panties
The first time I ever jerked off was quite the awakening. I remember it clearly. Within a day or two of my first wet dream, yes I’ve had a couple, I was sorting laundry. I came across a pair of my mother’s satin panties. Now these weren’t the little things that show a lot of leg or ass. In fact they were big ol’ briefs. Pink with lace trim around the waist. Holding them in my hand, I ran my fingers over the soft fabric thinking to myself where this special garment was worn. I began
Helping Pete Be Gentle
note: Bath Night is chronologically before this one and should be read first. Before the best day of Sandra’s life came one of the worst nights of her life. Not the worst night; that was when her father passed away when she was little. But this night was right up there. And fridays were always supposed to be her lucky day, too! First, little Pete came home with a bruised cheek and his nice school clothes torn up. Maternity was the one place the young mother
Helping Pete Be Gentle: Bath Night
Sandra spent the week thinking about her meeting with Cynthia. Her neighbor’s boy, younger than Sandra’s son, was so well behaved that it put her to shame, and his relationship with her so open, so loving and close that it made her jealous. Sandra ached whenever she saw Gregory leap into his mommy’s arms. How she wished she could cuddle Pete, as often and as openly, as her neighbors! ‘She gets him off as often as she can,’ mused Sandra as she idly looked out her window, watching the woman
Hotel Paradise
‘So there we have it,’ said the manager of the Hotel Paradise. ‘Your son has admitted the theft and Mrs Crenlee told us all when she caught the boy in her room she wants justice. I have no choice but to call the police.’ To the horror of the three people sat opposite him the man reached for the phone on his desk and started to dial. ‘No, wait,’ said Jon Owens, getting to his feet. ‘Surely we can work something out. We can talk to Mrs Crenlee about compensation.’ The
How It Started (step-mom)
I remember when it started. I was 13, and my step-Mom, my Dad and I were on vacation. My own Mom had been killed by a hit-and-run driver when I was a year and a half old, so my step-Mom was the only Mom I ever knew. I liked her. She was great. We were still three days from home when Dad and Mom had an ugly fight, and split up. After a lot of screaming and crying, they decided he’d fly and I’d ride home with Mom. We dropped Dad at an airport and
Granny Knows Best (ch.12)
Mary started to undress, but Hayley was suddenly shy and scared, these were deep waters for her. She wanted to get away from the older pair – when Martin was on his own she would tell him that she wasn’t ready. She grabbed Martin. “We haven’t time for all that now – let’s go to your room.” She hustled him away, then realized with horror that Pete and Mary had followed them. Mary just casually peeled off her clothes and dived on one of the beds with Pete. Hayley did not
Enjoying Her Panties
My first year out of college found me working for a large well known personal loan company. At the end of each month I had to go out and knock on doors of customers who were behind on their payments and ignored all of our phone calls for payments on their delinquent loans. I had a couple of interesting things happen to me while I was in some customer’s homes, so I have to share the best one of all. Every month I would have to go to this same house where the customer’s wife was always
Dressing with Auntie Heather
It all started when I was a young, teenage boy. Just discovering my sexual urges by fantasizing about the girls in my class. For some reason I kept flashing on their cute little skirts and legs. Oh, how sexy their legs looked to me. Once in a while, I’d catch a glimpse of them while crossing their legs; you know that little flash of panty. It would just send shivers up my spine and then down directly to my cock. Thus the start of my fetish for women’s lingerie.
Come in Mommy
The story that follows is true though I’ve changed a few key facts (namely the town I live in) to hide my identity. I feel an occasional twinge of guilt, but by and large, I’m pretty damn well pleased with myself. And so is my son! I’m a thirty-two year old mother of one son. John is sixteen. It doesn’t take a mathematical genius to figure out that I got myself knocked up when I wasn’t quite 16. I dropped out of school and, except for some early help from my
Boobs ‘n’ Boners
“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
Borrowed Panties
Like most of us on here I started taking my moms panties from the hamper and smelling them and then trying them on. With that first terrific erection when I first put them on I was hooked. They felt so good and my cock looked so hot. I started taking them from her lingerie drawer to wear and masturbate in, being so careful not to get any spots in them. I wanted to cum in them so bad, but I knew I didn’t dare for fear of being caught and what she would do. So I
Brenda & Son
Hello, my name is Brenda, and I’m a little older, a little overweight, and a little bit dumb. This all started when I was about 29 yrs old and I didn’t catch on till I was 45. I am a mother of two, and I like to think I’m pretty fair when it comes to raising my kids. Now, like most woman my age, I like to be comfortable when I’m around the house, and I’ve never had a problem with my kids seeing me in a night shirt or nightgown, or even nude if