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Dad Helped Me See Mom Nude

When I got home from my first year at college I was 19 and horny from all the girls, never seeing real boobs yet, I got some of my Dad old hustler mags and began jerking off.

There was a section called " next door beaver" I think and saw a lady that looks like my mom.

It's obviously not her but that got the imagination of my mom flowing.

Later that week I found with the magazines a paperback book called Family stories and I read most of the mom son ones.

My dad found it in my room a few days later and asked me if I liked that kind of stuff, I softly said I did, dad asked any one in particular and I said the mom son stories.

He then swore me to secrecy and said that if I lie on the living room floor and look through the vent on the brick wall you can see into the bathroom.

Dad said if I wanted to see my mom nude he'll call me downstairs next time she showers.

I've always been trying to get a look at my mom or sisters nude, I know my mom is 36dd due to looking through her bras but I've never seen them.

Finally that night Dad called me downstairs and said mom just went into the shower and to lie down and look through the vent and be quiet.

Mom was already in the shower so I had to wait a few minutes, my stomach tingling knowing that in a few minutes I'll finally see mom nude.

The water turned off and the curtain opened but all I saw was knees and legs, until.....

Mom bent over drying her legs and there they were, moms bare, hanging boobs gently swaying.

I readjusted and looked up and saw everything else. Dad whispered did you see what you wanted to? I said yes, I remember hearing him say holy shit . He then told me to get upstairs before mom sees me. Boy did I jerk off good that night!

Next day was Saturday and mom and Beth, my sister we're out food shopping and dad called me into the kitchen, he asked me if I liked last night and I said I did, he also admitted to peeking at Beth in the shower, that's how he discovered the view.

He asked me what I liked about mom and I said her boobs, he said that they are 38 dd, and silver dollar size areolas, I said I know we both laughed.

He said my sister's are the same but Beth's pubic hair is brown compared to my mom's black.

He also said your sister has a mole on her left thigh near her pussy.

This opened a whole bunch of other stories!

  • Busty Friends Mum Doms Me As I Finally Get To Experience This

    mommy.. not mine.. busty.. watched me grown up..
    well.. fuck she comes with latex and roped tits.
    orders me to fucking get hard for her.. the veins start to buldge.
    my cock ring gets so thight.. get bust lifts heavy..
    dominate me i groan. she arches her huge breasts and slides slowly.
    slide as my cock throbs and pumps precum in her.. neverending orgasm...

    i pump my precum gushing my cock spraying her inside.. the cock trembles
    the veins throb.. it throbs.. but not cumming.. dry orgasm..
    every thrust feels more rough.. i want to go deeper in her..
    she orders me:
    now get as hard as you can on slide that cock slowly look into my eyes i order you
    as my cock gets thight as fuck in her c**t, i see her nipples get harder too
    she grabs my throat and says:
    -you don't cum.. you slide that big fucking cock until i cum on you.
    -yes mistress i groan throught clenched teeth as my body shivers and shakes

    i push that fucking big cock splitting her appart.. she screams..
    as if she submitted for me that kind of moment.. i hold her throat as she convulses and shakes
    her pussy is gushing on my penis slowly riding me with random shivers.
    she tells me:
    -now you are mine
    -yes mistress..
    -you are my slave now
    -yes mistress i am you slave

    she saw my picture - she says
    your huge cock and muscles made me crave sex again.. she says
    i tell her that i was fantasizing about her about her huge bust.. since i was young
    she says i know - smirking in dominating way.. sliding.. down..
    As her pussy still gushes on my cock while she hold my throat and edges me to infinity..

    Busty Nympho Mommy Nextdoors Make Me Her Pleasure Tool

    She stood in my doorway like a judgment I'd been waiting for my whole life.

    The latex caught the hallway light first—black, glossy, poured over her body like liquid armor. Her breasts were bound beneath it, roped somehow, the fabric pulling taut across the swell of them in ways that made my throat go dry. I'd seen her a thousand times. The neighbor. The one who watched me grow up from across the fence, who'd wave from her porch while I mowed the lawn, whose eyes I'd catch lingering when I'd come home from the gym shirtless.
    But I'd never seen her like this.

    "Don't just stand there," she said, and her voice was different too—lower, harder, stripped of the polite neighborly warmth. "Get inside before someone sees."
    I stepped back, and she walked past me into my apartment. The smell of her—sandalwood and sweat and something metallic, like want. She turned to face me, and I saw the leather crop in her right hand. I hadn't noticed it before. I hadn't noticed a lot of things.

    "Lock the door."

    I did. My hands were shaking. Not from fear.

    She walked to the center of my living room, the one I'd never let anyone into, the one with the blackout curtains and the soundproofing I'd told myself was for my music production. She looked around, taking in the equipment in the corner, the cage I'd never used with anyone, the suspension hooks bolted into the ceiling beam.

    "Interesting setup for a man who claims to be vanilla."

    "I never claimed that."

    "No," she said, turning back to me. "You never did. You just let people assume."

    She set the crop down on my coffee table and reached up to her throat, unzipping the latex just enough to free the ropes beneath. I watched her fingers work the knots, watched the pressure release, watched her breasts settle heavier, fuller, the latex molding to them like a second skin.

    "Get hard for me."

    The words hit me like a physical blow. I opened my mouth to say something—I don't know what—but she cut me off.

    "Don't talk. Don't think. Just do what I told you."

    My cock stirred against my jeans. I hadn't even registered wanting it, but my body already knew. Already obeyed.

    "Better," she said. "But not good enough."

    She walked toward me, slow, deliberate, the latex creaking with each step. She stopped inches away, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her skin, close enough that I could see the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, the ones I'd watched deepen over the years, the ones I'd fantasized about touching with my thumbs.

    She reached down and palmed me through my jeans, squeezing, assessing. "You're holding back."

    "I'm not."

    "You are. I can feel it." Her hand found my belt, unbuckled it one-handed, slid my jeans down my hips. My cock sprang free, half-hard, the base already straining against the cock ring I always wore—a habit, a reminder, a promise to myself.

    She looked at it. Then she looked at me.

    "That's better. But I said *hard*. I want to see the veins. I want to see what you've been hiding from me all these years."

    She didn't touch me again. She just stood there, watching, waiting, her hand resting on her hip, her eyes never leaving mine. And my body responded like it had been trained for this, like every night I'd spent alone in this apartment, every fantasy I'd never admitted to anyone, had been rehearsal for this moment.

    The blood rushed in. The veins rose along the shaft, blue and thick and pulsing. The ring tightened, a familiar pressure, a boundary I'd learned to love.

    "Good boy," she said, and the words hit me somewhere deeper than desire. "Now come here."

    She led me to the couch—my couch, where I'd sat a thousand times watching movies alone, eating takeout, pretending I didn't spend half my waking hours imagining what it would feel like to be commanded. She sat down, spread her legs, and I saw that the latex didn't cover everything. She was bare beneath, wet, ready.

    "Mount me."

    I knelt between her thighs, and the sight of her—roped breasts, slick c**t, that look in her eyes like she'd already won—made my cock ache. I slid into her in one slow, burning motion, and she gasped, her head falling back, her hands gripping my shoulders.

    "Don't you dare come," she said, her voice strained but still commanding. "You move when I tell you to move. You stop when I tell you to stop. You don't come until I say so."

    "Yes, mistress."

    The words came out before I could think about them, and she smiled—a real smile, the first one I'd ever seen on her that wasn't polite or neighborly or fake. It was hungry.

    "Good. You learn fast."

    She made me move slow. Torture-slow. Each thrust a deliberate slide, every inch a negotiation. I watched her face as I moved inside her, watched the way her lips parted, the way her eyes glazed over, the way her body began to tremble around me.

    "Faster," she said, and I obeyed.

    The sound of us filled the room—wet and rhythmic and raw. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around my w

  • My Life Up To Now

    You've head the song, 'if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all', or there abouts. Well, I had bad luck.

    First, my dad took off with another lady, moved overseas and never paid a dime. The house mortgage was more than my mom could get selling the house. The cars, leased. The bank accounts empty. One day we were on the street. My mother hadn't worked since I was born, no college education. We ended up in a woman's shelter.

    After getting a job working in a laundromat we moved into a run down apartment. The grocery store was the foodbank, clothes were from charity. In school I had one friend, another school, not the one I had been in. This friend, a girl, was horsing around and fell over a wall into a cement patio, broke her neck and is paralyzed. It shook me up, still does. I withdrew.

    Having to work I chose non public facing work. I graduated and a family foundation helped with tuition and I worked and went to the city college. After six years I graduated. I made more money working tables. A guy grabbed me, forced me face down on a table, someone pulled my pants down to initiate me. He was about to strike when another guy decked him. No one talked, it 'didn't' happen. I left that job.

    I became obsessed with assault. I got a job through an agency. It was data entry. This man insisted on buying me office clothes. I had to model for him. He forced me to buy underwear, and show him what I bought. He refused anything practical, he wanted sexy. It was supposed to make me feel sexy. He paid a hairdresser, nails, bought me j*welry. He moved me and my mom into a decent apartment. I had to cook for him.

    Many months later he told my mom my day had come, I had to get married and get my family going. Yes, I hid in the bathroom the day I got married. I refused to let him see me in underwear, much less naked. I got deflowered. I got pregnant. We moved to a house and my mom stayed home with the baby. I got these attacks of guilt, here I was married, having baby, and my friend in a bed paralyzed. One day she told me, have many babies.

    My luck shifted, somewhere. I work because I want to, I don't want to be like my mother. I have babies because my friend can never have babies. I am not a 'good' wife, I don't know how to. I'm scared of my husband. I'm 29 years old, not even thirty. I convinced my husband to move my friend into a facility close to where we live, so I can see her everyday and tell her I will always love her.

    Keeping It In The Family

    Married for 5 years and my wife and I were virgins on our wedding night, she has grown into an experienced lover willing to try most things and enjoys wearing sexy lingerie for me, foolishly I confessed to her my love of older women and how when younger would watch my mother dress. She listened intently to my confession and did not seem to be annoyed with it. Little did I know what she had planned, a few weeks later we were to spend Christmas with my parents. The first night of our visit my wife had a lot to drink and told my mother what I had confessed! I was so mortified my mother looked shocked! My father stated it wasn't fair that I had seen his wife (my mother naked) but he had not seen my wife naked! This was getting out of hand, however, my mother agreed and moved over to my wife and began to undress her. My wife did protest but not as much as I thought she should have. Slowly her clothes were removed until she was down to he bra and panties, I thought that would be the end of it, but no, my mother was determined to strip her and for her to stand before us all naked, eventually was was naked and what a sight for me and my parents! My mother was congratulated by my father and said that we were not even, my mother asked me if when I was watching her dress years ago did I want to touch her? I stated no, but on other occasions I would sniff her warm used panties, so in front of us all she reached under her dress and slipped of her panties and gave them to me and told me to sniff them! She could see my embarrassment and also the boner I was sporting!

  • Aunt Ann

    I always had a crush on my Aunt Ann, best boobs, I would all try to get a peek at them when our families went to the shore, I'd always try to look down her shirt. No luck.

    Fast forward a few years, Aunt Ann was a sectary for a car dealership and was at the annual Christmas party. My mom phoned me and asked if I can pick Aunt Ann up because she had too much to drink.

    I pull up and she's trashed. Her dress was strapless and I couldn't help looking.

    She was upset because she flashed her coworkers and the alcohol was wearing off and reality of everyone seeing her boobs set in.

    I joking said man I wish I was there, I always wanted to see them!

    She said nothing and I pulled into the station for gas.

    I got back into the car and noticed her dress was down and those big bare boobs with silver dollar aerolas were finally bare in front of me.

    She said I could look but not touch, hell I didn't care. We drove to her house with her boobs out.

    Next morning I took her to get her car and she asked me if I took care of myself last night, I told her I came buckets.

    Ever since then she'd give me a flash!

    When You Give In To 'the Man'

    I considered myself assertive. But I met this guy who showed me that he was assertive, and I was his. I wasn't so much submissive to him, and accepted my place with him on top. We had a purely sexual relationship for a while, but one day he got jealous. He didn't want me out with any other guys, even after telling him I had not done anything with the guy. He didn't care, the best thing for me was to stay close and not run around.

    Once he had set my boundaries, it morphed into all the other submissive roles. I cooked, he ate. I ironed, he wore the shirt. I made the bed, he fucked. Every week I went further and further down the rabbit hole of pleasing him and doing what he said.

    It got to the point where he told me that it was time for me to produce. It would be good if I gave him a son before Christmas. I was 26 and not really ready to be a parent, especially unmarried. He agreed to marry me, once I produced. Bring him a son, and he would marry me. But, bring him a son.

    I did produce a son, and then a girl. I stopped working to become a stay at home mom. We found a house we liked and moved in. I turned 30 along with an army of other 30 year old moms. One of those moms, she and I had become friends. She told me, give in, surrender, don't fight. It's not worth it. Be the woman he wants and bake him a pie.

    And that was the block I had to get out of the way. I had two more kids so now I have four. It's hard to just give in. But it's harder to fight. I'm not so much submissive, I don't believe that's what I am. I'm pragmatic. I have a husband and four kids and a house to look after. I don't have time to fight about something that I gave into a long time ago.

    My Initiation Into Gay Sex

    I got to college about as virgin as it gets. I had never had a date. I took a 100 level class in Chemistry and wasn't going to pass. I went to talk to the professor and the guy I talked to was the Indian TA, Singh. He told me that it wasn't uncommon for freshman to wash out. If I was serious I needed to get a tutor, or I wouldn't pass. I asked if he knew of a tutor and he said he did that on the side, it was 15 an hour. A lot of money at that time. But I agreed to have him tutor me once a week.

    After a couple of weeks he told me I needed at least twice a week. That day he sat beside me in his apartment showing me and reading to me, and showing me. He kept his hand on my leg and moved it up and down. I didn't catch on. He put his arm around my shoulder, in an embrace. He kissed me. Then he turned towards me and kissed me with his hand in my lap. I sat in the chair and let him kiss me. The more he kissed me, the more he worked on my pants until he got my cock out. He bent down and kissed my cock, and then sucked on me on his knees between my legs.

    He stood up and opened his pants and put his cock in my face, and when he rubbed my lips with his cock, I opened my mouth. I sucked on his cock like it was the most natural thing to do. We got undressed and got on his bed and he became more and more assertive and aggressive and he now wanted me on my back with my legs open and up and he took his cock and touched it up against my hole, and with a couple of shoves he was in, smiling down at me.

    After than class I got all the tutoring I needed and he prepared me for the tests. I passed freshman Chemistry with a C+. And found out that I liked to suck cock and have a cock up my ass.

    Closeted Gay Man Earning My Stripes

    About the time in NYC that I ended up a gay pizza parlor. I asked the front desk clerk if there was a gay place where I could go get some pizza, I was alone, and the day had been long. He gave me an address, it was a few blocks away. When I arrived the place was full, and being put at a table in the back of the place, It was immediately obvious, that this was for gay men only. Not one woman, and not one straight guy there.

    I had seen gay men at gay bars before, but I had not been to sit down place, and watching the dance between two men was enough to get me hard sitting there. A man walked over, he said he worked in insurance, and sat down. We talked, had a beer, and he agreed to share a pizza with me. I told where I was staying and he said he was familiar with the hotel, and after eating he walked back to the hotel with me.

    He got on the elevator and when we got to my room he stepped in. He unzipped and took out his cock and told me I could suck all I wanted. He got hard and offered me an ED enhancer and I sucked his cock for a good amount of time. He returned the favor and after a while he put me face down and got on me and pushed his way in. He had used some lubricant on his cock, so the penetration part was smooth and I gave into the moment. After he was done, leaving me wet, he got up and said that he had done his part. He wanted a 100 for the night. I paid him, he accepted a credit card with his phone.

    I returned to St. Louis a better man for the experience. I wasn't new to it anymore, I had done the deed, I had stepped over the threshold. Even if it was with a man that charges by the hour.

  • Two Old Gay Men Spending Time Together

    From time to time I have an urge to meet up with a man and suck cock. It builds up until I have to go out. In my city there are areas of town where older gay men hang out. I've been there many times and have been lucky with a man. I don't have any desire to get involved with an alpha type, or a skinny man, or worse still some man that spends all his free time in a gym. I am only attracted to men in my age group, and I like men who are big and round and have body hair. I love sucking cock and if they want, well it's my place to let them take their sweet time with me. I like a good fuck.

    Last weekend was one of those weekends when I just had to go out. I met Brad, a carpenter by trade, sixty nine, big hands, beard, harry chest and he wanted to get it on with a man. We went to his place, he lives alone with his cat, and we got naked and spent some time kissing and holding cock. I like to hold a man's cock. After kissing I got down to suck his cock. It took a long time before he responded, which is ok with me. After he got somewhat hard I closed my eyes and just sucked and kissed and licked his cock. He came, sort of, but that's fine too, I licked it up.

    He apologized but I told him not to worry, let's kiss and get close and personal. He offered to suck my cock, which I like, and I'm not better than him, it takes a while to get hard. I asked him to finger me and give me a prostate massage and after he got me to leak out we laid there just spending time together. After a while we talked about getting under a hot shower together, and we returned to the bed to kiss some more. His hands across my chest, on my cock, on my butt, felt so good I didn't want him to stop. We spent a little time again with some oral manipulation before he told me to lay down and he licked me up my butt crack. I returned the favor.

    After a long night of just being friends with benefits I left, but Brad asked that we meet again.