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Mother was a wonderful woman of 36 years of age that summer of enlightenment. She stood 5 foot 1 inch in height and weighed 115 pounds with red hair. Her body was normal and hot, she had measurements of 34-24-34. After going through her drawers I learned she had a B cup for the rest of her bra sizes. Modesty in the home was nothing, we walked around in underwear all of the time. All someone had to do was to ask to have their back washed and helping hands were there to wash the back.

In Goa I was raised around lakes from the time I could walk. I was put in a Lifejacket and a inner tube when I could walk. We went to the lakes to water ski on the weekends and on Wednesday evenings during the summer. I got free feels of my Mother”s breasts when we swam in the lakes. I could swim to her and grab her anywhere and nothing was said. We changed suits in the same room and I always liked seeing the naked breasts Mother had. They had large nipples that were a deep pink.

I could talk to Mother about any subject at any time. No subject was taboo. We talked about sex at an early age, and some of the questions I asked were quite graphic in nature. Mother always had an answer.

One day after a full day at the lake water skiing we were going into town for dinner. Everyone had to get cleaned up. I took a shower, followed by dad, then mother came in and stripped and climbed into the shower. By now the hot water was running low. This was the first time I got to see my mother naked without any panties on. She indicated that the water was cold. I pulled back the shower curtain and saw her heavy red bush and nipples. The nipples were erect from the cold water and made my cock hard. I adjusted the cold water to where it was warmer. I tried to mask my erection, I knew she saw it.

That night I sat on the balcony in a lounge chair. My head was leaned back and I was trying to stop another nosebleed, I got then all the time. Mother came out on the balcony and saw what I was trying to do. She leaned over me and I got another free shot of her breasts from her nightgown gaping open. I wanted to touch her so bad, my cock got hard just looking at them. After a few minutes the nosebleed stopped and she sat down.

She asked, “How are you doing?”

“Mother you look really hot in that nightgown,” I replied to her. She was a glow from having just finished being with my dad who was now asleep. I could smell the musky odor of their sex. Mother had on only her nightgown and white panties. It was about 3 am. Read the rest of this entry »

“Beep, beep, beep.” The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn’t looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn’t required to take.

My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn’t look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into college, and get a doctorate in literature and philosophy. Even with working a hard job and having to put up with a 19 year old son, My Mom had no gray hairs or wrinkles. She even managed to find time to get to the gym and keep her awesome figure (5′5″, 120 lbs, medium breasts which were still perky and not sagging, and a cute bubble butt, sleek mid section, and shoulder length, light brown hair). My Mom was the best looking 35 year old I’ve ever seen.

An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor’s name. If I had, I wouldn’t have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room.

” Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39…” She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn’t happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus.

After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn’t tell anybody I was her son. She didn’t want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class.

The first couple of weeks weren’t that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I’d always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, “Hey, look at that ass, don’t you want to fuck her?”. Read the rest of this entry »

33 year old Sally worked as a waitress in a nearby coffee shop. She was 5″7 tall, had Auburn shoulder length hair , nice and shapely body and was very attractive. She was divorced from her husband and lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in New York, with her two sons Tim 12 and Mat 8. Actually Mat was her own son and Tim was adopted when he was a kid. She loved both of them just the same.

However, she was very concerned about Tim, as he was in a car accident when he was just 9 years old ,and needed to be taken for a checkup once in every 3 weeks. The accident was very nasty and doctors feared that when he entered puberty that he may have problems with sexual functioning and may need a fair bit of help, and may even need surgery in the future.

This week was the same. Sally got off work early, picked Tim up from school and took him to the children’s hospital for a checkup. After the checkup she was just about to leave with Tim when the doctor wanted to speak to her and was called into his office by her self. “Sally, i’m aware that Tim is just about to turn 12, have you spoken to him about sex and so on?” he asked. “Well doctor, I have spoken to him about the birds and the bees” .

“I don’t mean to alarm you Sally , but he is quite likely to start masturbating in the near future. This is healthy for a young boy, but in his case, their may be a slight problem. See as a result of our previous operation , though the operation as a whole was a success, Tim may initially incur pain , when masturbating. This would only result in his initial attempts at it. Now don’t be alarmed, but it also is possible when he starts actually ejaculating, that may not be now itself, but will happen, the initial time may cause blood to come. Now don’t be alarmed, this is only a possibility”. The doctor looked at Sally who looked alarmed , and gave her a reassuring smile. ” Now what i’m going to say may sound highly unusual, but then again Tim’s case is just that. Unusual. It is very important that when he masturbates for the first few times, meaning for atleast the next year or 2, that somebody be present with him. This is absolutely vital for his safety.

It is vital that wet dreams are avoided. The only way of doing this is by introducing him to masturbation. I know all this sounds odd and may look as if his privacy is being invaded. But I this is the only way that we could insure his safety”.

On her drive back home with Tim , Sally felt very concerned for her son. She dropped her son off back at school and went back to work. All throughout work I was trying to figure out a way of teaching my son about masturbation. I did know the importance of it and decided to take matters into her hands.

After coming back home that night , as usual she prepared dinner for the 2 kids, gave mat a bath, sent him to sleep and settled down to watch T.V. Now She had stopped giving Tim bath’s ever since he was around 10 because of his longing to bathe by himself, but that seemed to be the only way. Read the rest of this entry »

Dear Diary,

I just turned thirteen a few days ago and I had my party at my best friend Stephanie’s house. It was so much fun! I have the biggest crush on her dad. Mr. Mitchum is tall and so handsome. He has broad shoulders and he is so strong. He is totally perfect!!! He lost his wife about 10 years ago and never remarried. He loved her so much. I want him to love me that much. I thought I saw him staring at me but I must be imagining things. I just wish he would notice me!

Dear Diary,

Today I walked over to Steph’s place to pick up my backpack and this is what happened:

I knock on Steph’s door. Mr. Mitchum answers it. My heart bounces in my chest and I feel my nipples get hard at the sight of him. Oh my, I forgot to wear a bra. I see him staring at my hard nipples. I’m sure he notices. He must be about Brad Pitt’s age but he is way cuter. Mr. Mitchum says that Steph is not home. That’s okay I tell him. I just need to grab my backpack. Do you know where I left it?

“Let’s go find it,” he says. I lead the way upstairs in my little short plaid shirt and tight white tee. He follows behind and I feel him looking at my white panties. We get to the top of the stairs and go into Steph’s room. The bed is unmade and her clothes are all over the floor. I’ll never find it. I bend down and look under the bed. My ass sticking high in the air and my little skirt raising up. I feel Mr. Mitchum bend over me. I jerk up and turn around. His eyes are dark with lust and I lick my pouty lips as he lowers his head and kisses me softly.

“Do you want this,” he asks. I nod my head. I feel my panties getting wet with excitement as he lowers his mouth to mine and savagely devours it. I fall back onto the bed. He lifts my skirt and touches my wet softness. “You are so cute,” he says. “You are really developed for your age. I swear you look about 16 or 17.” “I know,” I say as he starts to grab my big luscious boobs. He sucks on my tight nipples through the shirt and they get so hard. My shirt is almost see-through and he tells me how beautiful my tits are. Then he presses himself against my little pussy. He is so big and hard straining against his jeans. The power of his cock is so evident and makes me crazy for him. He thrusts his jean clad dick against my teeny twat. “I have been wanting you since you were ten,” he says. “Your breasts were getting so big and I knew that little pussy was growing soft baby hair. I have been wanting to touch it and feel myself inside you for so long.”

I couldn’t believe he feels the same way I do. I always felt like he might like me but now I know he really does. He wants me and thinks I am beautiful. “I always liked you too Mr. Mitchum,” I say. Read the rest of this entry »

Bert Bayne sat in the rear of the darkened club and watched his daughter perform on stage. She was naked, sandwiched between a man and a woman. The man rubbed his cock on her rump as the woman sucked her breasts.

Bert’s prick stiffened as he watched his daughter. She was in her early twenties, quite pretty, with curled blond hair and brown eyes. She was big-boned and full-bodied; not chubby, just firm with a full body. She had big tits and a big ass.

He stroked his crotch as he watched his daughter being licked. The woman, an attractive redhead, now had her face buried between his daughter’s thighs and was licking her pussy. The man had his dick at her mouth and she sucked avidly on it.

Bert’s peter was now stiff and throbbing and he openly rubbed it. Most of the other people sitting in the club did the same. The threesome on stage were putting on a hot show and all the spectators were affected by it; Bert most of all.

It had been two years since he had seen his daughter. He had served a stretch in jail for certain “underworld” offenses. His daughter Tammy had periodically written to him when he was in jail. In the last letter he had received from her, she had informed him of her move to Los Angeles, and the letter bore a return address that Bert guessed was a film or media location.

Upon his release from jail, he headed for Los Angeles.

The address indeed turned out to be a film company’s location: Firecum Productions, one of many XXX film production companies in the Los Angeles area. At Firecum Productions, Bert learned that his daughter had recently appeared in a film, but that she was not under contract to the production company and her current address was unknown. But he also learned that she, like a number of other “porno” actresses, worked in certain clubs when she was between films. He obtained a list of the clubs.

He would go to each one till he found his daughter, but he first wanted to see the film in which she had appeared.

It was easy enough to see it. The film was playing in a number of X-rated movie houses… Read the rest of this entry »

Tom and Mary Waters lived happily in the suburbs, in their modest home, with their two fine young children. Mary was a very loving mother and a pretty young wife. She had a small frame with short dark hair and bright hazel eyes. Mary was very well proportioned and worked out regularly. Her pear shaped breasts were just the right size for height and weight. She had a forceful, but not overly dominant personality. She loved and respected her husband but she would be considered the stronger member of the couple.

Tom was a good husband and able provider. He worked hard at his accounting job and loved his pretty young wife very much. His personality though was decidedly weaker than Mary’s was. He mostly went along with whatever she wanted. Like his wife, he had a small frame and dark colored hair. Tom wore those round wire frame glasses that really gave him the typical “accountant look.”

Mary was very close with her mother and her sister Lauren. All three women spent a lot of time together and got along unusually well. Their mom had a very strong influence over the two girls, sometimes to Tom’s displeasure. It was not unusual for Mary to end up doing something for her mother or for Lauren that Tom didn’t approve of. He had learned long ago, however, that he was better off just to be quiet and stay out of it. Read the rest of this entry »

Wendy braided her hair into two pigtails, and tied pink ribbons on the ends. She thought it was a baby hairstyle for her eighteen years, but she knew he liked it and wore it that way on purpose. She loved the heat that came into his eyes when he looked at her. Her panties got damp just thinking of him looking at her that way and knowing the thoughts running through his mind when he did.