Straight Female / 52
In the 70s I used to baby sit my younger cousins for my favorite aunt on a weekly basis so that she and my uncle could enjoy a Saturday "Date Night".
I was in my late teens at the time and I had one cousin in particular, who was around eleven or twelve at the time and just going through puberty. I really liked teasing that kid. I'd flirt, bend over a lot, make my nipples hard so he could see them through my tops. I could always tell when he got hard because he'd run to the bathroom to jerk off. Most of the time his erections were totally visible through his jeans.
I'm not sure why that got me off so much. But after a while I felt bad about it and so I started sending the younger kids to bed early and letting him stay up. We'd sit on the couch and I'd play with his hard little cock until he'd squirt all over my hand. If I was feeling generous I'd let him touch some boob or even slip a hand between my legs for a minute or two.
That fetish for young boys has stayed with me throughout my life. When my own kids were growing up, I'd fantasize about some of their little friends. One of my favorite fantasies was about a whole troop of boy scouts all horny with their rigid little cocks sticking out, swarming over my naked body and doing anything, everything they wanted.
Despite the fetish, between my old adventures in baby sitting and just recently I hadn't given in to my sexual desires. But that all changed this past week. There's a handsome young fellow next door visiting his grandparents for the summer. He's about twelve, and so tall and lean and perfect. I've started inviting him over when my husbands at work and offering him limeade and cookies and giving him small jobs to do for a few dollars here and there. I've been bending over a lot and showing some skin. He's been staring. I see him out of the corner of my eye. He gets hard and excuses himself, just like my little cousin all those years ago. It won't be long now. Either this weekend or next, I'm going to make him a man. I can't wait to taste that hard boy cock.
I was in my late teens at the time and I had one cousin in particular, who was around eleven or twelve at the time and just going through puberty. I really liked teasing that kid. I'd flirt, bend over a lot, make my nipples hard so he could see them through my tops. I could always tell when he got hard because he'd run to the bathroom to jerk off. Most of the time his erections were totally visible through his jeans.
I'm not sure why that got me off so much. But after a while I felt bad about it and so I started sending the younger kids to bed early and letting him stay up. We'd sit on the couch and I'd play with his hard little cock until he'd squirt all over my hand. If I was feeling generous I'd let him touch some boob or even slip a hand between my legs for a minute or two.
That fetish for young boys has stayed with me throughout my life. When my own kids were growing up, I'd fantasize about some of their little friends. One of my favorite fantasies was about a whole troop of boy scouts all horny with their rigid little cocks sticking out, swarming over my naked body and doing anything, everything they wanted.
Despite the fetish, between my old adventures in baby sitting and just recently I hadn't given in to my sexual desires. But that all changed this past week. There's a handsome young fellow next door visiting his grandparents for the summer. He's about twelve, and so tall and lean and perfect. I've started inviting him over when my husbands at work and offering him limeade and cookies and giving him small jobs to do for a few dollars here and there. I've been bending over a lot and showing some skin. He's been staring. I see him out of the corner of my eye. He gets hard and excuses himself, just like my little cousin all those years ago. It won't be long now. Either this weekend or next, I'm going to make him a man. I can't wait to taste that hard boy cock.
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