Busty Nurse Mom
Rebecca Holdsworth struggled into her tight-fitting nurse’s uniform, wriggling her body to fit the dark blue material across her ample bust. She had always been a big girl up top and the standard-issue uniforms strained against the thrust of her 42GG chest. If she got a uniform that left room for her big assets, it would billow out over her hips like a tent; she may be voluptuous up top but her hips and bottom were nicely rounded and curvy, thank you very much. She sighed as she managed to fasten the uppermost stud then admired herself
Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter I: Kevin’s Shameful Secret As Kevin awoke, the large black nylon panties over his head and face instantly reminded him of the previous nights activities. His right hand instinctively reached down to fondle himself through the silky confines of the pink nylon women’s panties he was wearing; as his left hand began to rub the shiney satin cup of the white padded bra that was secured around his chest. His excitement increased upon feeling the stiff nylon of his cum stained panties, as he remembered last nights hour long conversation with his strict telephone dominitrix, Mistress
Bathtime For Zach
It was Friday night and I walked into the bathroom ready to have a bath. I stripped off down to my thong underpants and waited for my mother. I suppose I better back track here, or you’ll be wondering why an eighteen year old boy is still being bathed by his mother. When I was twelve years old I remember having a conversation with my mother one bath time. “Its about time you started bathing alone Zach.” My mother said. “You’ll be a teenager next year.” I was a shy boy back then, and I suppose to
A Visit With Aunty Brown (part 2)
I knew that my life was going to be much different. I didn’t know exactly what to expect but I couldn’t help thinking about the things that had been done to me at Aunty Brown’s and the way it had made me feel. It was kind of scary but it also excited me a little. Mommy pulled me out of extracurricular activities at school and insisted that I come right home every afternoon. And when I did come right home that first afternoon she sat me down and said we had to have a
A Visit With Aunty Brown (part 1)
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
Aunt Jane
It had been a year since dad passed away and the mother had become deeply in debt. Aunt Jane came to our rescue. She paid off all our bills and decided to move in with mom, sis, and me. Mother tried everything she could to pay the bills some other way before agreeing to let her move in to which I didn’t understand. Aunt Jane was in her early 40s and mom younger sister by a year. She was extremely well built and had a body that made my
Aunt Karen
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
An Understanding Clerk
I’m a straight guy who loves wearing panties. Give me a pair of frilly, lacy panties and I’m a happy guy. I particularly love the classic full cut nylon brief in pink, white, or pastel colors or flower prints and while even plain panties give me a thrill, if you add a lace accent or a pretty satin bow, I go crazy. One problem I’ve always had, though, is procurement. I’m never satisfied with a static collection, I always want to buy more panties, but I’ve always been painfully shy about going into
Anything To Help Him
I silently thanked whatever god looked out for teenage boys – thanking that higher power from taking my son in that accident that stole half a dozen other parents children. A school skiing trip – four days of fun away from parents, with friends and only two teachers as chaperons – it had turned into a nightmare. Dozens had been hurt, half of the teens that had went on the trip had been of the fourteen found dead at the scene. Their car having taken the brunt of the train crash.
A Loving Mother
I am not sure how to begin this story. But Jeremy, my 11 year old son, has been becoming increasingly bold in his curiosity. We have never made any big deal out of nudity in our family, and I always felt it was important to answer his questions fully and honestly, but not to give more information than he really wants or needs I vowed long ago that I would not infect my son with the sense of shame that so many of us have over sex. Jeremy just turned 11.
A “Mom’s Panties” Panty Story
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 to
A Mother’s Discovery
Arresting the Slide It is a natural condition that a predator doesn’t always choose the prey. More often than not, the prey chooses itself, or rather, gets itself into a situation whereby its ultimate demise is assured. The individual predator that effects the eventual `kill’ is merely that which fate has determined is the closest at the time. However, it would be fair to say that the theory loses its simplicity when humans are involved, because while the prey still chooses itself, more often than not, the predator has the wit and will to ensure
A New Peter
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
Alex Gets Examined
“Alex Ruttingham?” the secretary called out, her eyes scanning the waiting room. “You’re up, sweetie,” a tall woman with a stylish, short red haircut whispered to the boy beside her. He looked at her with imploring eyes: Mom, come with me. But she shook her head, gently reinforcing what had already been decided. “Remember what we talked about, honey. This is something all boys go through, without their moms. All your friends will do it, too.” “But do I have to be first?” His Mom brushed the honey-colored hair from her
A Furtive Intrusion
*** The young boy, seemingly too young to be sexually active, steals into his mother’s room late at night. After he thinks he has sedated her with a sleeping pills, he ties her to the bed while he mistakenly thinks she’s sleeping. Mom is surprised and shocked, both by her boy’s actions and by her instant arousal. Things quickly become confused and get out of hand. *** He had drugged her lightly with a mild sedative added to her cup of tea that night, so he had
A Good Little Boy for Mrs. Marwood
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.