Panty Thief
When I was eighteen a young couple moved in next door. Bruno and Maxine Steinhouse, and their four-year-old son Victor moved to our community from New York. Bruno was a cop and had been named Chief of our small rural northern community police department. Bruno was a big man with a barrel like chest. He stood about six feet six inches tall, and must have weighed close to three hundred pounds. He was fat, but he carried it well. His wife, Maxine, looked like a movie star. She too was tall, a little over six feet, and she was the […]
Spending the Night at Grandma’s House
My name is James and at the time of this story I was 13 years old. I was just starting to go through puberty at this time, my voice cracking, hair coming in, but most noticeably, my dick was starting to make sperm. I was always so young and naive and even at this age I didn’t really understand sex like my friends seemed to. I was still just a short little boy, no real muscles or anything. One day after school, my mom dropped me off at my grandma’s house to spend the night. Later in life I realized
Unleashing Mary
Prologue: As Mary got on in years she found it increasingly difficult to start a new relationship after the death of her husband. To make matters worse, her son Matt who had grown into his late teens and began assuming the role of the man of the house which Mary feared would cause tension if a new man were to enter the scene. Having established an equilibrium in her home, Mary decided to leave things as they were as she felt no need to upset the balance in her home, that is until
Teaching Grandson
My Name is Jane, I am very new to the internet, but I love your site! I am a 67 year old mother of one and grand mother of two. I am a large women, not so much “fat” but tall, I’m 5’11, 58-44-48 and very proud of my body. One day last summer my daughter and my grandchildren came to visit me in my summer home in northern Wisconsin. They were planning to stay for a week, and the time was flying by and we all had so much fun they decided to stay a
Slutty Best Friends
It was Saturday night and Toby’s mom had gone out for the evening, he was left alone as usual with his three teenage sisters. He was the baby of the family, having just turned fourteen. His sisters weren’t that much older, Kathy was sixteen, Laura seventeen and Louise the oldest at eighteen. Having spent the evening eating popcorn and watching movies all four of them now just lazing around on the sofa on their pajamas and nighties. “Hey let’s get Toby’s cock hard,” Laura suddenly announced. “HEY!” Toby remonstrated. All the girls started
My Aunt Watched Me
I have always loved my aunt. I’ve always found her pretty and sexy. She is about ten years older than me. When I was 38 I confided in her that I found her extremely sexy and I thought about her often. She was very surprised to hear this, but she smiled warmly at me and gave me a warm hug. Maybe a month later, one day we were talking on the phone and I asked her over. It was in the middle of the afternoon and she had nothing to
I Made my Son Crossdress in my Nightie and Panties
Hi friends, my name is Bani. I am a 45 years old woman working in a Govt Bank. My husband works in a top IT company and thus he mostly stays outside the country. I have a daughter who is studying engineering in New Delhi. I have a son who is in high school and is 17 years old. About me, I am a good looking woman who is very traditional and loves to wear sarees while on work. My height is 5.2 feet and my vital stats are 38-34-36. Yes I am
Ivan Learns a Lesson
Chapter 1 – Early Days Miss Penelope Davis was one of the English teachers at my old school. She was around 20 to 25 years my senior and possessed an apparently straight-laced disposition, as did most of the lady teachers. She was a strict disciplinarian with a stentorian voice that penetrated walls with ease. A tongue lashing from PD was a humbling experience and yet I sensed warmth and emotion in her character that made me want to connect with her in a deeper, more personal way. Miss Davis dressed soberly, usually in a
Grandma’s Secret Sex Life
My parents died in an auto accident when I was very young and I was raised by my grandparents. Since I never knew my parents, I thought of my grandparents as my mother and father, though they made it plain to me, early in life, who my parents really were. We had a happy life, really. Then one day even as a kid I realized that something seemed wrong between Grandma and Grandpa. I didn’t know what exactly had happened between the two of them; all I knew was that
BBW Stepmom
It seems I always had this thing for bigger, full figure women. I don’t know where is started but I seemed to fantasize about them all the time. My step mom was a bigger woman. My dad divorced and remarried when I was very young. He was away quite a lot with business so it was just me and Sally, that’s my stepmom, at home most times. I always thought Sally was quite attractive even when I was young. As I grew older I started to notice her more. She had put on a few more
Aunts’ Lingerie Party
One Friday night during my senior year of high school, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I drove to a nearby university, to attend a concert with a friend who was a freshman there. After the concert I was starting the long drive home, when I got the urge to drive past my Aunt Valerie’s house. I was half-considering stopping in, but it was pretty late, and Aunt Valerie had two young kids. But when I approached her house, there were a number of cars in the driveway and in the street. I recognized several of the cars as belonging to
Auntie Val
Like a lot of English lads, my introduction to what lay below a woman’s clothes came through the good photography of Mayfair magazine, a very popular British men’s magazine and, in my view, a British rival to Playboy. Mayfair sourced photographs from some of the best British photographers of the day and had some of the prettiest British girls at their (naked) best. Some of the biggest names in British modeling appeared on its pages: Jane Warner, Kirsten Imrie, Sam Johnson, and others. The magazine – which was in a similar format to
A Helping Hand
I was between jobs, living with my mother at her seniors apartment complex. That preceding statement was every bit as depressing as it sounds. I was in my late thirties, not exactly a party monster, but I did like to keep up a somewhat active social life, including occasional casual sex. That was damn near impossible living with my seventy year-old mother in an apartment complex that looked like a nursing home. Particularly since I was scraping by on my savings and unemployment compensation, and I knew that it took