You've carried a big burden on your shoulders for years - ever since you lost your mom's favorite bracelet you've denied you had anything to do with it. Tell us about it. Ashamed that you sucked your thumb until you were 12? Or are you ready to confess that it was you who threw your brother's comic book collection into the toilet? Kids do all kinds of things, some well-intentioned, some quite purposefully mean-spirited. If you're ready to tell us about your embarrassing childhood acts, then post your confession now. Important note: This section is not a place for confessions that involve sex with children or sexual situations where children were involved. Any such postings on this website will be deleted immediately.

When Aunty Would Stay

When I was a kid, I grew up in an older house that had a kind of split attic system. The middle of the house was the original house and two side additions were built that had standard attic space. The new addition had my room that was upstairs along with a bathroom and the attic space that was a little board on the wall you could remove and crawl into the space. Directly underneath that was another bathroom and two guest rooms. Whenever my aunt would come to visit, she would stay in one of the guest rooms and use the tub shower combo in the downstairs bathroom. Growing up I never really went into the crawlspace area. My dad and mom kept a couple things in there like certain decorations for holidays and some winter type clothing but other than that it was an empty space.

One Christmas my aunt came to visit as usual. I helped my aunt bring her stuff to her room so she could settle in. While she was settling in, my mom asked me if I could go into the little crawlspace and get out some Christmas decorations. I went ahead and went in there to retrieve her decorations. Now, when you went inside, you had to crawl in and then it opened up and you had these pretty wide board you could walk down towards the end where there was a larger platform where our stuff was stacked on. I started to walk down when I looked over and noticed I could see the exhaust fan from the bathroom and I could see light coming from it. I heard some noise and decided to peek in to see, and there was my Aunt pulling her pants and panties down to sit on the toilet. She on a nice tight pair of jeans with some wear and tear around the thigh and knee part and she was wearing what appeared to be a velvet colored bikini brief. My aunt was always pretty to me, but in a way that you see someone that’s pretty but you’re not sexually into.

Well, that all changed that day. I watched my aunt sit on the toilet and pee when she was done. I watched her wipe herself stand up where I could clearly see her vagina area, which had just a small patch of blonde hair right above her vagina. She flushed the toilet, turned out the light and left. I stood there for a second realizing I had the biggest Rager in my pants and I couldn’t help it. I just immediately unzipped and jerked off right there. I jerked off, closing my eyes and revising what I had just saw and imagine I was down there helping her wipe so I could feel her pussy. It didn’t take long and I shot my load all over the insulation. From that point on I saw my Aunt in a different way now. She sexually aroused me and every chance I got when she stayed I would make a break for that attic space whenever she was in the bathroom.

That way I could jerk off and watch her either pee, take a shower or take a bath. If I had enough time, I would sometimes go into her room and take a pair of her dirty panties or one of her heels or a pair of her pantyhose or even a sock. I would take those up there and either sniff it or wrap it around my dick and jerk off with it while I watched her do whatever she did. My favorite was when she would take a bath. She would sometimes she would masturbate and use the shower head and spray her clits while she fingered herself. Sometimes she would get so into it. She would arch her back almost completely out of the water curling up her toes, make loud squealing, moaning noise and orgasm right there in the tub. God, I used to love watching her do that while sniffed a pair of her dirty panties while jerking off either into a pair of her pantyhose socks, or one of her heels.

Also loved it when I’d watch her paint, her sexy little feet or admire and play with her boobs in the mirror. All through my teenage years whenever my aunt was over, I was in that little crawlspace area staring through the vent like the little pervert I was jerking off and violating my aunt’s privacy and her belongings. Over the years, it wasn’t my Aunt. I just watched. It was some of my female friends. I would see from in there some of my mom’s friends and even some of my little sister’s friends. I watch two of my sister’s friends in a game of spin the bottle get naked in there make out and finger each other. God, the amount of semen I shot that day into the installation was unreal. Also, I was able to get to one of my sister’s friends in there when she passed out from drinking and rub my dick all over her tights, sniff her pussy and cum on her lips.

However, my Aunt was the one I got to peep on the most. When I went off to college, my parents sold that house and moved down south and bought something smaller. I missed that house and will always remember the fun times I got to be a peeping Tom on so many unsuspecting women. And some of them were lucky enough to have me jerk off with some of their intimate belongings.

  • PK Kids In Mexico

    My father accepted an invitation by his church to move to Mexico and help with the building of a local church for the Mexican congregation. We moved into a rental house and my mother home schooled us. By us, I mean me and my younger sister. We were 14 and 13.

    Next to the house we rented lived a family with a boy who was 16. He could see us across the back fence, and sometimes stood in the window naked. I took my sister and got her top off so he could see her tits, and he jerked off for us. Later I showed him my tits and he pointed at me and made the motions with his hand and hips like he was having sex with me.

    My mother went out and it was just the two of us, and I wrote a sign that said 'come over'. He came over and he asked to see our tits, so we showed him. He got his dick out and first my sister then me sucked him. He fucked me but didn't have time to fuck my sister.

    That night my sister told my mother. My mother tried to impress on us what we had done. She told us that God wanted virgin girls, so it was good that my sister hadn't had sex, she still had a road to Heaven. But me, I was fallen, and I would never go to Heaven. God's only permission to have sex was if you were married, you were still fallen but he allowed you to get married because he didn't need you.

    But, my mother did not tell my father, who was very religious. It was a few more weeks when I held the sign up in the window, and he came over and fucked my sister. Being virgins in Heaven didn't sound too good. Well he was our boyfriend from next door and whenever I held the sign up to the window he came over and we had sex, sometimes oral sex, and sometimes all the way sex. Either way was fine with us, we had oral sex when we were 'indisposed' for him.

    Our father's assignment ended about a year after we first got there and we went back to our hometown and were virgins all over again.

    My Uncle

    When I was a boy - I won't say how young, my uncle introduced me to the pleasures of male sex.
    Uncle Dan was in his early fifties and divorced. Like lots of older divorced guys, as I have discovered, he was not gay as such, but enjoyed male companionship and sex.
    I would go over to his house and one morning he was baked and coming out of the shower. He wasn't embarrassed about me seeing him named and he said I could be too if I wanted. It sounded like fun to me, so I sort of shyly took off my clothes. My uncle got an election and so did I. I was amazed to see his large red dick and he just smiled.
    He felt and played with my boxer and I played with his and that was very exciting. Eventually he made me squirm and I made him squirm and that was so great.
    After that we would play around. HE suckedbon my duck so I did that to him. When he was playing with my balls he started to finger my boyhood which was very exciting and arousing. Be told me how he would like to stick his duck on me so I let him do that.
    The first time didn't hurt but mostly just felt uncomfortable, although also vet exciting and it made me squirm.
    After he had done this a few more times it felt better and even more exciting getting to do this with him.
    I think that my mom knew that I was doing this with her brother, but she never said anything
    So for the next two years I thoroughly enjoyed doing this with my uncle until he moved away because of work.
    But my introduction to male sex was great.

  • Moms Know Best

    When i was twelve my mom caught me and a friend naked together in my bedroom. Of course she was surprised not expecting this, and my friend and I were Chen more surprised and I was naturally embarrassed.
    After my friend hurriedly got dressed and left my mom and I talked about this.
    I was surprised that my mom wasn't mad, and I told her that I wasn't Gay but just was doing that for fun. She understood and told me that she didn't have a problem wit that, and how that sort of thing was different between friends.
    After that, since my mom knew, I didn't have to be secret about my boy activities. This went on for the next few years and I was free to enjoy this.
    Then quite naturally I started to become interested in girls.
    Today I'm not Gaye, but still single and occasionally I do enjoy having a male moment with a friend without having to worry about it.

    My Understanding Mom

    Starting when I was twelve I would enjoy getting baked and having sexual fun with my girlfriends. Hardly uncommon for young girls.
    When I was fourteen my mom caught me naked with another girl that I was having this sort of sapphire affair with. Afterwards my mom and I talked and I admitted that I enjoyed being with a other girl, although I didn't think of myself as being a "lesbian." MY mom understood and said that she didn't have a problem with me doing this.
    So after that I no longer had to be secret about this and that was so wonderful. My mom saw me and Donna named together sometimes around the house and she would just smile.
    Now I am living with a female "roommate " and my mom has no problems with this. So thanks mom, for always being so understanding.

  • I Had A Summer Job As A Cabin Boy On My Uncle's Yacht In The Harbor

    I grew up around people with money. The country club and the yacht in the harbor. Granted most yachts weren't on the scale of some of those that come out on the tv. But a yachts and yacht if you own one. My uncle Stephen owned a yacht and I worked for him as a cabin boy.

    One of the feature guests was Mr. Nichols, when his cabin was serviced he liked me to take my pants off. He sat and watched me, and from time to time he gave me a dollar. I liked him a lot, a lot more than usual, and if he kissed me it's because I wanted to. He liked me to rub oils all over him, to lay on his bed on a towel, and have a back rub. He liked having his butt rubbed, deep long rubs, and he let his legs open and I applied this gel to his asshole, and after he was ready I got on top of him and sunk my dick in him. It's not that I was endowed, as they say, it's that he liked me.

    Of course there were times when he just had to, and I got my ass lubed up and he stuck his dick in me. Unlike the other guys, I wanted him to. Mr. Nichols was always my favorite when it came to taking care of his cabin.

    In the community of cabin boys, there were those that took care of old ladies, you know the old saying, wine and roses. One of the guys was famous, a well hung daredevil and the ladies asked for him. Others like me, well, I was reserved for the gentlemen.

    But all that was back when we were high schoolers, and we were all learning about customer service.

    Surprised

    When I was fourteen there was a boy who lived close to me. He was nice enough, a little chunky and I thought about little bit of a need.
    That summer I was going by his house and he saw me and invited me in. He was barefoot and just wearing these sort of brief blue knit athletic shorts. It was early and he said how he had just gotten up. The shorts sort of showed his dick and balls which he seemed imodest of.
    I asked him if that was what he slept in and he said no that during the summer that he and his mom slept in the raw. He said that he had been named when he saw me and just slipped on his shorts to go to the door.
    Then he grinned and said how we could be both be baked if we wanted. I wasn't sure about that and he assured me that his mom was at work. Then he told me that his mom didn't mind if he was baked with another boy, but would go through the roof if he was naked with a girl.
    I thought how my mom wouldn't see it that way. So the two of us got naked and he got a boner and so did I. His dick wasn't very big and he said how he wished that he had one as big as mine.
    We started playing around and that was fun, and eventually we jacked each other off a d we both enjoyed that.
    The next day we did that again and then the day after while we were named and playing around, he wanted me to stick my bones into his butt. He had some lube so I had sex with him. I had never really imagined doing that with another boy, but it was quite exciting and satisfying for both of us.
    That summer we had a lot of sex with each other.
    Having done that made me more relaxed about doing things with other boys, and over the next few tears I did enjoy having sex with several other boys.
    I never did become gay, but now looking back I'm glad to have had the experience.
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    Sort Of Gay

    When i was about twelve boy sex was really common in my school. By the time I was fourteen I had sex with about twenty other boys.
    Then, an old story, I started to discover girls and my Gay side got put on the back burner.

    Foot Fetish - Origins Story

    My foot perversion kicked in when I was about 13. Several things happened around that time and it was many years ago, so I'm a bit foggy on dates and the order of things, but the memories are crystal. You'll forgive if I put many of them down over the next few months. But this story is the time that really brought it into focus. Apologies if there's a distinct lack of sex, there will be more than enough in my other confessions.

    One night I was with my 'babysitter', mid 30's Miss B. The play on TV was dull, quite an odd one with a out 4 couples sat at a dinner table that was too high for them, sitting on one side like the last supper, just talking. So I wasn't paying attention, I was daydreaming about sucking on Miss B's nipples; she wasn't a good looking woman but she had a stunning pair of breasts, especially to a young teen.

    Then on screen, randomly, the waiter crawled under the table, and with a pair of scissors snipped the end off a woman's stocking, then put his head down and sucked on her toes. Obviously I'd never seen this before, but it struck a chord as I'd already played with feet a couple of times. I thought it was just something I liked so this opened my eyes!

    Me and Miss B were sat together on the sofa, and as soon as the sucking stopped I looked down at her feet (unsubtle teenage boy)... her toes were on show and painted... I don't think I'd ever noticed that before.

    The crossed thoughts of dreaming of sucking her nipples then seeing sucked toes on TV, and then red toes visible right next to me, was more than enough to give me an instant erection, completely visible through my PJ's. There must have been something more sexual with the plot that went over my head because Miss B was looking flushed, and then she probably saw my unsubtle stare at her feet, and the tent in my PJ's.

    I don't remember the end of the play or anything else that night except on the way to bed I accidentally bumped my hard-on against her thigh, which I enjoyed so I did it again on purpose. She probably noticed. Once in bed I must've released several times well into the night.

    After that I noticed her painted toes and strappy shoes every time, which was a minimum of once each week. I fantasised that she did it especially for me, and maybe I'd have the courage to get down on all fours. I was infatuated. She played along, didn't do anything different, just let me be a horny teenager around her.

    I'd love to say that she then took advantage of me, but no, that wasn't to be, it just remained fantasy through the next couple of years.

    About 7 or 8 years later I did manage to get into her bed, quite a few times, and our sessions included toe sucking. We never mentioned that night though, I wonder if she even remembered it.

  • It Wasn't Like It Was Supposed To Be

    **The Confession**

    My name is Sarah, and I'm in my 30s now. Looking back, I realize how much my childhood shaped who I am today. It wasn't always easy, and it wasn't always "normal," but it was special to me. It made me who I am.

    It started so innocently. My mom worked late shifts, so it was just me and Dad most evenings. We’d watch TV together, him on the couch with his arm around me, me curled up against him. His hand would rest on my thigh, and I never thought much of it. It was just how we were. Comfortable. Safe.

    But then, one night, things changed. We were watching some movie, and his hand was on my thigh like always. But then his fingers slipped under the hem of my pajama shorts. I froze. It was new.

    I glanced up at him, confused. He just smiled and kept watching the TV like nothing was happening. His fingers slid further up, touching me in a place no one had ever touched before. It felt weird at first, but then it started to feel… nice. Really nice.

    I spread my legs a little, giving him more room to explore. His fingers were gentle, teasing, slowly just rubbing small circles on what I know now is my clit, playing with my little pussy until I felt this incredible rush of pleasure. My whole body shook, and I crashed through my first orgasm. It was mind-bending.

    From that night on, things were different between us. We had this secret, this special thing that only we shared. And I loved it.

    Dad started touching me more often, always when Mom wasn’t around. It became our little ritual. He’d sit me on his lap, and his hands would wander under my clothes, exploring my body. I loved the way it made me feel—special, wanted, loved. His big fingers would just play and tease me for as long as he could, sometimes backing off to not let me orgasm too quickly.

    One night, I was feeling especially brave. We were sitting on the couch, and I could see the bulge in his pants. I was curious. I reached out and touched it. He looked at me, surprised, but he didn’t stop me. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was thick and hard, and I couldn’t resist and held it, it was so thick and so hard. He asked if I liked it and I just nodded as I started at it. He said I could kiss it or lick it and I did, both. The next night happened almost the same but then he asked me to suck him like a lollypop. I opened my mouth and took it in.

    I felt like a girl on Christmas. There was something so thrilling about having his cock in my mouth, tasting him, feeling him throb against my tongue. Dad groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided me. I loved the way he tasted, the way he felt, the way he made me feel. And he just played with my pussy as I sucked him, the game had changed.

    From that night on, I was obsessed. I wanted to do it, I wanted to suck him, more of him, more of that feeling. And he was more than happy to oblige. We would lay in bed, or sit on the couch and I would suck his cock while he played with my little pussy.

    Not long after that, I think I asked him to have sex with me. I was sitting on his lap naked from the waist down, his cock hard as ever pulsing past my pussy almost to my belly button, my small hand playing with it. I was curious, excited, and a little nervous. But more than anything, I kinda wanted to feel him inside me.

    He hesitated at first, but I could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted it too. He lifted me up a bit, his cock pressing against my little pussy. I could feel how big he was, how much he was going to stretch me.

    He slid inside me slowly, carefully. It hurt at first, but then it started to feel amazing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as he moved inside me. The feeling of his fat cock stretching my little pussy was indescribable. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, a feeling so intense it took my breath away.

    We didn’t stop after that first time. We kept doing it, over and over again, whenever we got a chance. Every time felt just as special as the first.

    It wasn’t until I was about 20 that I realized what my dad was. A dirty pervert, a p**o. I found out that my mom knew all along but she didn't seem to care. She didn’t think it was a problem or a big deal. And honestly, I am kinda with her there. I learned later she actually knew about a lot of what him and I did, but didn't seem to mind because it didn't "affect" me and I was "fine". I mean, I loved him, and I loved what we had. It made me feel special, wanted, loved in a way that no one else could.

    I realize that what we did wasn’t normal, wasn’t "okay". But at the same time, I can’t help but miss it and miss him. I miss the way he made me feel. I miss the closeness, the intimacy, the pleasure.

    I love him. And I miss it. I miss him. And I don’t know if that makes me messed up too, but it’s the truth.