http://footbooru.booru.org/index…t&s=view&id=12401 The girl in this pic looks almost EXACTLY like the girl who pretty much made my foot fetish official when I was about 15 and she was 14. I thought I’d share the story in a casual way (and I’ll try to keep it short and sweet if I can) for you foot lovers who may enjoy the sentiment. So without further ado..
http://footbooru.booru.org/index…t&s=view&id=12401 The girl in this pic looks almost EXACTLY like the girl who pretty much made my foot fetish official when I was about 15 and she was 14. I thought I’d share the story in a casual way (and I’ll try to keep it short and sweet if I can) for you foot lovers who may enjoy the sentiment. So without further ado..
Here is part two guys. Lemme know what you think
Here is part two guys. Lemme know what you think
This story is about my first sexual encounter with a guy, my (then) boyfriend. Three days prior, we went to the movies where we kissed, and he had his hands in my pants, but this went much further. We were both in high school. I was 16 and he was 17.
Based on a true story, although names and other possible forms of identifications have been altered, conversations based on best recollection.
They was a time went I needed to take on work away from home. I would leave early Monday morning. Stay at my brother’s house all week and drive home on the weekends. He was renting a place on Hampton beach. At that time Hampton beach was a good place to go looking for women wearing moccasins
The following contains sexual descriptions of acts between a
Please read the chapters in order. it would be redic to have to explain everything over and over. Thanks for all the encouragement. i am thankful so many of you like the story. for those of you who keep asking if this story is real, i will tell you that some parts are real. You’ll just have to wonder at which ;o
This is a true story and it happened a month back in January, Name of person has been changed. This will also be my first time writing a story so please bear with me if its got a few mistakes here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.
A little about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black hair and look very bear like with a lot of hair (due to my hair colour being black, the hair is more obvious on my brown skin) and im chubby.
AT THE GYM
It was nearly 2am on the 2nd of January and I decided to go to the gym in the city centre that im a member of. This good thing about this gym is its open 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants with a pair of light grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other people there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.
I went about my usual routine, put my headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the rowing machine and lastly did a little weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The whole time I noticed the two ladies working out at one side of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at first but then i thought nothing of it and continued to work out listening to my music.
At 3:45am I decided that I had worked out enough for the day so went upstairs to the changing rooms to have a shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious area, in through the doors down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a long bench in the middle down the length of the room and lockers on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle room on the left with a few more lockers, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with individual cubical and on the far left the toilets. I always went into the room with the fewer lockers as there’s hardly ever anyone there and I don’t like getting changed in front of a lot of people I don’t know.
I got to my locker and took out my towel and placed in on the bench then continued to get undressed, just as I took off my t-shirt I noticed the guy that I thought was following me around the gym was there in the locker room and his locker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the first time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts down to his knee, he had a pale skin tone with a slight tan to his skin which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottle and now I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my butt cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn’t notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the jocks off and placed them on my pile of clothes and went to the drinking fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drinking fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the shower cubicles were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower area was closer so I went there.
I drank some water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor bare foot, which meant I made no noise, and I got to the archway into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his hand and his nose buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to storm in there and smack the guy across the face, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my jocks and stroking his cock that was forming a nice tent in his shorts.
A few minutes passed and I decided it was time to walk in on him and when I didn’t I cleared my throat and his eyes shot open, his hand fell from his face and my jocks fell to the ground. Look of complete shock, embarrassment and panic were over his face. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that whole situation a bit funny and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hurry to gather his stuff and leave and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping things. I was still turned on from what I had seen, my tent very visible with the towel wrapped around my waist.
“Do you have a thing for jockstraps or underwear in general?” I asked him
“Yes” short and blunt he mumbled out.
I wanted a proper answer from him. I dug deeper
“What is it about underwear that you enjoy?”
“I like the smell of used underwear especially ones after a sweaty workout.” He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does “I noticed your workout was pretty intense and you were sweating a fair bit”
By now he had relaxed a little, he must’ve realised I wasn’t angry at what I saw and I was curious about it. I was really interested in why he did what he did.
“Have you ever been caught sniffing underwear here before?”
“No” he replied “this is the first time I’ve been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had enough time to…” he went silent
“Do you always wait for people to go to the shower and then sit here and sniff them?”
His response to that question got me angry but only for a few seconds.
“No I’m never in this early, I’m usually here when there’s a lot of people and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally take them from open lockers, if I cant find any abandoned ones.” He paused for a few seconds and then said it “a month back I stole your briefs from your locker, I’m really sorry, I’m so sorry” he was back to panicking
“Well in that case you owe me new undies and a jockstrap” I joked trying to relax him
His face lightened up “Yes of course, I’ll get you some new underwear” He then asked me if I got turned on from seeing him sniffing my jocks and I admitted that I did.
We exchanged names and got to know each other, he worked as an architect and his name was John, all the while I was sporting a hard cock under my towel. He asked me if he could keep my jocks and I agreed, must’ve been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more people started to come into the locker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend so I got dressed back into my gym clothes including the jockstrap and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.
He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flat with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his living room in my jocks, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee table and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his mouth dropped wide open. He asked me to sit on the sofa with him and opened the box.
Inside the box were all the underwear he had acquired over the months, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the smell fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my locker a few months back. There were my black briefs in his right hand and his left hand stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.
I took his hand and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee table and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhaled deep, sent chills down my spine, precum was forming a spot on my jocks and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered cock. I couldn’t help but let out a long moan, the soaked jock clung to my shaft and John was not letting the pace slow down, he bobbed up and down.
He stood me up and pulled my jocks down and now there I was naked in front of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the first time 7 thick inches of cock in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his hands up and down the sides of my legs. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jocks and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jock. He took the cum soaked jocks and licked the cum out of it. I had all the energy literally sucked out of me and I fell to the sofa.
I learnt something new about John then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck on them, must admit it was ticklish at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my feet which are now slick with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn’t want this to end. My cock grew hard watching him. He shot his load all over my feet and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.
It was now 8am and I really had to get home, I took a shower at his house and left for home, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underwear and would give me them at the gym.
THE END
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A lot of this story is true, with quite a bit of embellishment. You can decide which is which! My love of nylons started very early in my life, and has continued to this day. It has been the focus of my sex life, real and fantasy, and I’ve been drawn to girls and ladies that knowingly or unknowingly, feed into it. These are but a a few of the incidents that have shaped my sex life. Also at an early age, I found that like most young guys, I liked to watch.
MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 2 DINNER
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The game we had started this morning had started out as teasing. Rach, my sister, had begun it, and after making me cum, had both escalated, and most defiantly taken the lead in our game. I was trying to come up with a way to even the score as I belatedly followed her into the house. It couldn’t be a coincidence that, the same morning I spied on her through her web-cam, she had introduced a sexual element to our relationship. I just couldn’t work out how they were connected. Maybe a time would come when I could ask Rach about it, but I sensed now was not the time. She seemed contented with, and even possibly exited by, the casual, seemingly non intentional, way sex had introduced itself into our relationship.
I went to my room to change out of my messed shorts, and clean the cum from my front. I couldn’t believe how much there was. I had been jacking myself for a couple of years now, and had never had this big a mess to clean up. I got myself cleaned up, put on some fresh shorts, and was turning to go to my computer, when I noticed something on my bed. It was a scrunchie. The same one Rach had been wearing. I picked it up, and noticed it was wet. It was wet with my cum. I really had cum a lot. Rach had left it there for me. A memento of the car ride, I thought. It was strangely erotic, and I felt myself getting excited. I got control of myself, adjusted my dick up into my waistband to hide my reforming hard-on, and went over to my desk.
I went to turn on my computer, and noticed it was already on. I defiantly remembered turning it off. Rach had been in my room. Did she have enough time to see anything on my computer? I searched thoroughly, not knowing what I was looking for. It wasn’t until I reached to lower the screen that I noticed my webcam light was busted. I froze for just an instant. Understanding flooded through me. Rach had known I was spying on her. She must have known, when she saw her web-cam light was broken, that something was up, and when she heard her hair dryer through my speakers, she knew I was watching. I looked down at my computer clock, but there was no remote control icon. I looked in my start menu program list, and there, in addition to my spying program, was a second remote program. She must have set it up to not show as an active program. She was a smart one. She was probably watching me right now. She would want to see my “reaction” to her cum soaked scrunchie.I instantly knew what to do.
Pretending I was unaware of my sister’s spying, I, as casually as possible, got up, and went back over to my bed. I picked up the scrunchie. If she thought it had cum on it before, I’d show her just how cum soaked it could get. I pulled down my shorts, sat on the corner of my bed, facing the computer, and wrapped the scrunchie around my dick, like it was a huge ponytail. I used it to masturbate, stroking it’s already wet surface up and down my shaft. It was such a turn on that she was watching me use her scrunchie to jack off, that I came within 2 minutes. Just as I was about to lose my load, I pulled the scrunchie up over my chock head, and emptied myself into it. I didn’t cum as much as the previous 2 times today, but it was enough to completely soak Rach’s present. I set it aside carefully, and went back to my computer.
There was no way to know for sure if she was watching, but, then again, assuming my speakers were off, there was no way of her knowing if I was watching her. I turned on her webcam, and there she was, sitting at her computer. I think, by the flush of her face, that she had watched, and liked what she saw. She pretended to be doing something on her computer, though she seemed to be squirming around in her chair, and I did the same, watching her beautiful face, a little smile creeping to her lips.
After a few minutes of us pretending, she got up, and bounced out of the room. As she went, I couldn’t help but notice the sticky white goo all down her back. I waited, half expecting her to come through my door. Instead, I heard the bathroom door close, and a few moments later, the shower come on. Of course, she would need to clean off all of my cum. With another inspired idea, I quickly grabbed the scrunchie, slipped out of my room, crept down the hallway, past the bathroom door, and into Rach’s room. I laid it on her pillow, where it instantly made a wet spot. Now she could have a memento.
As I crept back down the hall, I thought I heard something strange; a sort of light squeaking, as if someone was skidding a new tennis shoe on a clean floor. I stood there at the bathroom door, listening. Then the sound changed, and I realized it was Rach. Her squeaks had turned more primal, into high pitched grunts. She was masturbating! Watching me jerk of with her scrunchie had gotten her exited all right. But this wasn’t fair. She got to feel me cum in the jeep, and watched me cum just now, and here I was having to imagine what she looked like masturbating, with only the sound to help me. I almost barged in right there, but I didn’t want to ruin things, and I wasn’t sure where the boundaries were in this new game/relationship we were in. The pace of her cute little grunts became more fevered, until, after a slight pause, I heard “Ohhh…Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake”, in a very quavering, high pitched hum. I think at this point, my dick decided it would just stay hard for ever, and I would just have to deal with it.
I crept back to my room. The tiredness from both my work-out, and the three orgasms I’d had was finally getting to me, though, my dick, seemed ready to run a marathon. I got into bed, and was just about to drift off, when I realized I could give Rach a show without any effort. I pulled off my shorts, my dick springing off my stomach, grabbed the base with my hand to keep it hard as long as possible, and, seeing my computer had a good view, fell into a blissful dream filled sleep where Rach was naked the whole time.
I woke up after 3 hours of Rach teasing me even in my dreams, to find my cock was still hanging suspended in the air, bouncing in time to my heart beat, even though my hand had left it’s post, as it were. I could hear my mom downstairs, in the kitchen, and immediately realized I was famished. I slipped by shorts back on, tucked my dick in my waistband, and realized my dick was still too big to hide the head that way. Again, grabbing a loose shit, I threw it on, and went downstairs to get some grub. Rach was nowhere to be seen, but my mom was busy cooking. “How long before dinner?” I asked, taking a place at the kitchen table. “Still 20 minutes” she replied. “Want some chips to hold you over?”
I answered “yes please”, and she put a bowl of chips, and some salsa on the table, which I immediately began inhaling. 10 minutes later, and the chips half gone, Rach came in through the back door. She had changed what she was wearing which was understandable, considering the mess I had made of them, but what she was now wearing made me catch my breath. She had on a bikini top that had only two small triangles hiding her perfect (as I now knew) breasts. It was powder blue, which really looked good on her tan body, it was also wet, which made it just transparent enough to make out her nipples, and the dark area surrounding them. She was wearing jean shorts also, but not the ones from earlier today. These were much shorter cut-offs, so short in fact, I could see the whites of the front pockets sticking out the bottom at least an inch.
She smiled her cute innocent smile and said “hi mom” in that sing song voice. “Oh honey, I wish you wouldn’t dress like that “ my mom said glancing over her shoulder at Rachel. “I was washing my car” Rach said, and, then turning to me, her smile turned wicked, and looking me dead in the eye, she continued “it was a real mess.” I managed to smile back at her, trying my best to imitate her innocent smile, and said “did you manage to get it clean?” She responded, never loosing eye contact “there were a few sticky (she actually emphasized sticky) parts, but I got the job done.” With that she turned and walked to the cabinets to help set the table. I was getting up to help, when Rach said “you stay there and rest. You’ve had a long hard day (again she emphasized long and hard).” As she turned away, I got a look at the back of her shorts, or rather the lack there of. The shortness of them was more apparent from behind as they came just down to where her but ended. Her butt didn’t crease where it met her legs; it just curved in with the muscle, till it hit leg. But the best part was the rips. Crossing both cheeks from just under the belt-line down, were long frayed horizontal rips. Fully half of her ass was showing through them, and it was easy to see she was either wearing a thong, or nothing at all underneath. As I stared, she reached up on her tippy toes to get the glasses down, and her butt flexed, perfect and round, so tight I would have hurt my hand, had I spanked her then. She looked over her shoulder and winked. My dick throbbed so hard I reached under the table and undid my shorts to relieve the pressure. I made sure I timed it so my mom wouldn’t see, and Rach would. She hesitated for a moment, and then continued on as if nothing had happened, but I could swear her nipples were much easier to see than before. Our mom mentioned in a distracted way “Rachel, only set for three, your father won’t be home till Tuesday.”
Our kitchen table, where we ate most of our meals, was a u shaped booth. I traditionally sat at the right end, Rach sat at the back, and our mom sat at the other end, ostensibly so she could get up and get things as needed during the meal, and our father, when he wasn’t away on business, would pull up a chair, and sit on the end. As they brought dinner to the table (spaghetti and meatballs), Rach said “you take the inside mom. I’ll get up if we need anything.”
“Thanks hon, I’m wiped” my mom returned, and slid back to the middle of the booth. I knew something was up (besides my dick), but Rach let slip not a clue as she sat down across from me. We started chatting about our day. Mom went into a tirade about this house she was trying to sell, and things were going normally, until I noticed Rach, as she listened to our mom, pull her hair out of her scrunchie…no, our scrunchie. There was Rach, innocent as you please, with a, now dry cum caked scrunchie, twiddling around in her hand. Mom finished her rant and turned to me. “How was practice? Did Rachel get you there in time?” Thinking quickly, determined to keep up with Rachel in this crazy game.
“Rach was great. “ I said casually, then, turning to look at Rach, “it was hard, but she took care of it.” Smiling at my triumph, I caught my breath as Rach, as casual as could be, brought the scrunchie up to her mouth, and started sucking on a particularly white, crusty frill. Without missing a beat, our eyes locked together, I continued “she can drive me any time.” The word time fluttered as I came out of my mouth, because, at that moment, I felt both of Rachel’s feet touch my knees. “I didn’t go to fast for you, did I?” She said sweetly, as her feet cupped my knees, and her toes curled into the tops of my thighs. “No” I managed with an amazing degree of calmness. “I enjoyed the ride.” I finished, as her feet left my knees and began slowly sliding up and down my inner thighs, moving slightly farther each stroke. Refusing to back down, I said “she even stayed to watch”. “I liked watching.” She said looking at me, and then glancing up the stairs to our bedrooms. “Besides” she said with a grin, “I like doing thing for my Big Bro!” and at the words “Big Bro” her smile flashed evil for the briefest moment, and her feet finished their journey, and, bottoms of her feet together, she wrapped all ten of those cute little toes around my dick.
I knew it was coming from the moment I felt her feet on my knees, but it still hit me with a jolt. Earlier, in the jeep, it could be seen as accidental contact on her part, though we both knew better, but this was deliberate. My sister was giving me a foot job under the table as we ate dinner with our mom!!! I pretended to be interested in my meal, finding it difficult to keep from bucking my hips as Rachel took long strokes, her toes curled tight. Then she moved one foot down, pushing my shorts down with her heel, and wiggled her toes at the base of my cock, while the other toes played with the head. My mother had brought papers to the table, and was looking though them, which gave me the opportunity, dangerous as it was, to pull my shirt out of the way so I could watch. There they were. Ten tan little toes, with pastel pink polish, playing my dick like a guitar. I was getting close, and Rach could sense it. She went back to stroking and curled her toes so hard into my cock, the little knuckles turned white despite the tan. I threw my shirt back over just in time, gripped the table with both hands, and held on for dear life. Now I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but I couldn’t stop cumming. Sitting there, as rigged as a statue, holding my breath for fear of crying out, I came; shooting stream after stream into the front of my shirt. My eyes locked on Rachel’s, the intensity of our stares could have burned through steel. She was flushed with excitement, her nipples hard and straining at the bikini cloth. It went on and on. The deluge fell off, but I was still cumming. I let out the breath silently, and kept cumming. My legs started shaking from the effort, and still I was cumming.
Finally, after what must have been over a minute, I gradually came back to earth. With one last squeeze of her toes, Rachel finally let go; our eyes still locked, she glanced down at me, and giggled silently. I looked down to see my shirt starting to show the wetness of my cum seeping through. From just below my nipples, in a spreading upside down “V” I was soaked. I quickly picked up a glass of water, and spilled it all down my front. Our mom looked up at the sound of ice bouncing off the bench and floor. “Good heavens Jake, be more careful.” She chided, returning to her work. “Sorry” I croaked, looking from her, back to Rach, my amazing, beautiful sister. Rach, breathing hard, but silently, put a hand under the table, and brought it up a moment later, two of her fingers covered in my cum. She brought it to her lips, and rolled her tongue around them, before sucking them clean. Then, hopping up, she said “I’ll clean it up.” And bounced away to get a towel, her bare feet squishily tracking my cum across the floor. She returned moments later with a towel, got down on her hands and knees and stared wiping her way under the table. A moment later, I felt something on my still hard dick. Looking down, I lifted my shirt enough to see Rach’s scrunchie ringing my dick like a garland. Standing up, she leaned over me, presumably to wipe my side of the bench seat clean. Putting one knee on the outside edge of the bench, she leaned over me, pushing her chest into my face for a moment, then whispering, as she backed away “I want that back.” Again she flashed me that evil grin for an instant, and then, switching to sweet innocent Rach, she sat back down, and there we were, just a regular family having dinner.
END PART 2
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I learn some more of this man named Jack and the people he flies with in the Army reserves.
Gay Young Celebrity Erotic Story about Justin Bieber, Fergus Riordan and Dakota Goyo.
Nightmares and decisions, Prepping the army, the last battle.
Our hero must pass a vitale test.
I have a major foot fetish. I have had the feelings in this poem many times.
Here’s a poem to show the variety of ways to have sex.
The continuaton of the sotry of my teacher,myself and our little affair
All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between a teenager and a middle aged married man. The teenager dominates the man.
If you don’t like this type of story leave right now, you’ve been warned.
PS: I am not a native English speaker so grammar might not be perfect, but I hope you will enjoy the story regardless.
The second chapter of Hunter NIS
Plenko is getting used to his life as a new college freshman, he’s meeting older women, partaking in activities he normally wouldn’t be, and exploring the sexual side of college. But where will his adventures take him? It’s only the beginning. Hey guys! I am always open to suggestions for my stories, so if there is something you guys would love to read in the next chapter, leave it in the comments! Also, follow my Tumblr for GIFS and pictures of motivation for my stories!
Plenko is getting used to his life as a new college freshman, he’s meeting older women, partaking in activities he normally wouldn’t be, and exploring the sexual side of college. But where will his adventures take him? It’s only the beginning. Hey guys! I am always open to suggestions for my stories, so if there is something you guys would love to read in the next chapter, leave it in the comments! Also, follow my Tumblr for GIFS and pictures of motivation for my stories!
Last chapter of series 3.
Two Mature Women and Their Companions Battle for a House
This is my first attempt at writing this kind of storie. Any critisism is welcome. This storie isn’t filled with sex scenes, but it has some. This is part 1. If you would like a part 2, please let me know
This is the story of my relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was very young so as far back as I can remember, it was always just me and my mom.
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was my nightly bath with mom. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, especially when we were both soapy. I loved how she scrubbed me all over. I loved when she’d wrap me up in a big fluffy towel when we were done. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was just the wonderful sensations that I enjoyed. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when that ritual stopped, but I remember the day it happened. My mom had just finished scrubbing me and I wanted to return the favor. I took the soap and started soaping my mom up. She’d already explained to me about breasts, and how all women had them, different sizes, that they were for feeding babies, etc., but I had never really taken a look between her legs until that day. As I scrubbed her, I asked her how come she didn’t have what I had. She explained that women had different things than men. As I kept washing her down there, she moaned a little, then grabbed my arm and said, “I think it’s clean enough.” I finished with the rest of her body, not realizing that anything had happened. When we got out and were watching tv while drying off, my mom told me that she thought I was old enough to start taking showers…by myself. I was kind of sad that I wouldn’t get to take any more baths with my mom, but I was also excited by the prospect of taking showers, just like big people, that I didn’t put up a big fight. That was years ago, though, and I only remember it because that was the first time I touched my mom’s pussy.
The real story begins several years later. As I said, it was just me and my mom. My mom thought that since I didn’t have a father, she should be available to me at all times, so she worked from home as a telemarketer. I don’t ever remember my mom going to any great lengths to hide her body from me. Modesty was practically unheard of at my house, so it wasn’t rare for me to see her naked coming out of the shower or changing clothes. In the mornings, she’d come out wearing a terrycloth robe as often as she’d come out in a short silk robe. When I started jerking off around 12, I started looking forward to the days when she would wear the short silk ones. Most of them weren’t much longer than long shirts, and she wouldn’t bother tying them too tightly, which would give me fleeting glimpses of her breasts. At that age, I was looking anywhere and everywhere for masturbation material, and it was countless nights that I would jerk off picturing my mom’s legs, or her breasts, or her ass as I stroked myself to orgasm. On one of her silk days, I got up the nerve to tell her how great her legs looked, she blushed and thanked me, and started wearing the short silk ones most of the time. We were always very touchy-feely, spending nights at home laying on each other on the couch while we watched tv. It was only in the morning that she would wear a robe, most of the time she’d walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. Don’t think that didn’t have an effect on me. My masturbation fantasies were fueled with visions of her long legs and pretty feet.
One night, as we were on the couch, my mother asked if I would rub her feet, as she’d been out shopping all day and they were sore. Any excuse to get my hands on her was ok by me, so I agreed. We were on opposite ends of the couch, she had her feet in my lap. I took special care, making sure I did a good job, and realized that I really liked rubbing her feet. I liked seeing the wrinkles form around my thumbs as I kneaded the soles of her feet. I loved the soft silkiness of the top of her feet as I gently rubbed the backs of fingers across them. I loved the way her toes wiggled in my hands when I accidentally tickled her. I had an instant foot fetish, not to mention a hard on. From that night on, I was constantly asking her if I could rub her feet. Like most people, my mom wasn’t going to say no to a foot rub, so most nights, I had her feet in my lap, and I imagined what it would be like to have those toes wiggling in my mouth while I masturbated. It didn’t take me long to realize that if I maneuvered things just right, my mom’s legs would be spread, and I’d get to see her panties. I already knew, from the glimpses her robes would allow, that she mostly wore thongs, but I didn’t realize what kind of a view of her pussy that would give me. There were a lot of nights where I couldn’t even begin to tell you what was on because I was entranced by the view of the material seeming to come out from her between her butt cheeks, pressed up tightly against her mound. Sometimes, one of her lips would work it’s way out of her panties, and I’d just stare. She was very good to me about it, and would casually readjust her panties when she noticed me staring. Whenever she readjusted, she’d have a ghost of a smile on her lips, and I’d have jerk off material for later. I also took to kissing the soles of her feet as a signal that I’d finished rubbing them. I loved feeling the soles of her feet on my face, the slight smell of soap and sweat was intoxicating. I’d remember that smell while I stroked up and down my cock at night. I got bolder and bolder with her, my one kiss on each sole turning into several kisses up and down the soles of her feet. Several kisses on her soles became several kisses on both sides of her feet. That progressed to kissing each of her toes. Those kisses progressed to sucking. And it was about two months after the first foot rub that I was spending more time sucking on her toes than I did rubbing her feet. If I had to guess, I’d say the reason she didn’t stop me was because it felt good. If you’ve never had your toes sucked…it’s like that saying, if you don’t know, don’t bother to ask. I dirtied lots of underwear several times a night thinking of the way her toes moved in my mouth.
It was after one such session, as I was laying in bed that I heard a strange noise coming from my mom’s bedroom. It was a buzzing sound, and a low moaning. I’d been jerking off in the dark for about an hour and half. My mom’s toes had been wrinkly when I finally removed them from my mouth and we went to bed and that was one of the visual images I was using as I masturbated again and again. I’d been laying there, almost drifting off when I heard it. I debated whether or not to check it out, and when it didn’t stop, I decided to see what was up. I pulled my underwear up, pulling it up high so I could wipe off any cum that I’d missed with my fingers on my stomach. I’d never been brought up to knock on doors when at home, so when I reached her door, I just opened it wide. The sight took my breath away. Like me, she had the tv on, hers was also muted, it’s glow revealing to me her naked body, nipples hard, legs spread, hands working a vibe in and out of her pussy. From my own experiences, I could tell she was probably close to cumming, that’s probably why she didn’t remove the vibrator from her pussy. She just closed her legs, blocking my view of that pink plastic cock protruding from her pussy, sat up some, and asked me if I needed something. I told her that I’d heard a noise and was just checking it out. She said it was nothing and asked me to please go back to bed. I saw her glance at the obvious bulge in my underwear and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face. I stuttered out an “ok” and closed the door. I stood right outside her bedroom and listened to her. I could tell she was struggling not to scream, and could hear her hissing “oh shit, oh god, oh shit.” I didn’t go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I could take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn’t waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately.
I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn’t pull my underwear up, I’d taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she’d put on one of her terrycloth robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly.
“Looks like we’re both human.” She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. “Sweetheart, we don’t need to be embarrassed about this. Everyone does it and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” With that, she patted my stomach, inadvertently putting her fingers in a small puddle of my cum, one I’d made thinking about her fucking herself. She said “I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing,” and stood up. She rubbed her fingers together, and I saw her stick them in her mouth as she walked out of my room. She didn’t bother closing my door, nor did she close her door as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, letting me see that she was still naked. She laid down in bed, reached into her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator again. I started stroking myself again as I watched her suck on the vibrator to get it wet, and then slide it into herself. We watched each other while we masturbated, I came before her but didn’t stop stroking until she’d come too. Then, she turned off her tv, I turned off mine and we went to bed.
I don’t think either one of us ever closed those doors again. We would go to our separate bedrooms after I was done sucking on her toes, then we’d masturbate while watching each other. Usually, I’d get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I’d picture her feet and what I’d done to them that day while I started stroking myself. I was usually already hard from having her feet in mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning. Then she’d start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She’d sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my fat cock. She didn’t always use her vibrator. Sometimes she stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then start rubbing her clit. She continue to play with her breasts with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. She’d roll the nipples between her fingers, then back to her mouth so she could suck on them, her hand a blur between her legs. She’d spread her legs wide when she was getting ready to cum, to show me that she was a squirter. She’d sometimes put her other hand between her legs while she squirted, her fingers getting soaked, then bring the hand back to her breasts. Slathering her nipples with her pussy juice, then sucking it off. It was no less exciting when she used her vibrator. She’d use both hands to work it in and out of her pussy. Fucking herself mercilessly while she watched my hand move up and down my cock. She’d always make sure to suck on it for a few minutes, make it nice and wet before she stuck it inside herself. After she came, no longer bothering to stifle her screams, she’d always clean it off with her mouth. It’d be dripping with her pussy juices every time she took it out, and she savored every drop. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she’d sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn’t embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we’d go to bed, like any other mother and son, and every night we’d become each other’s masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed, but that will have to wait for part 2.
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I carried my little girl into my bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. I looked at her, laying there. Her bikini top was askew from our make out session on the couch. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips. Her eyes had a glazed look in her eyes, part lust, part orgasmic high.
I put my hands to her hips, my fingers slipping under her skirt, she immediately lifted her hips so I could pull it down and off of her. Then I told her to roll over, and I undid her top, and she took it off. I got into bed, still naked, and we began to kiss again.
It felt incredible to feel her naked body against mine. My hands roamed up and down her body, caressing, rubbing, exploring. Our tongues continued to dance, in and out of each other’s mouths, while we rolled around in the bed. I don’t know how long we kissed for, whenever I think of it, I only remember brief glimpses. Her on top, panting, lips parted…my little girl under me, her arms reaching towards my head to pull my lips back to hers…my right hand on her left breast, gently squeezing her nipple…her lips leaving a trail of kisses, down my neck, my chest and then back up to my lips…three of her fingers in my mouth…my thumb in hers…a glorious jumble of images of lust.
We slowed down our kissing, our caresses getting softer. I was on top of her, my rock hard cock pressing into her thigh. I gave her lips one last kiss, then started working my way, slowly, down. I kissed and licked her ear, working my way down her neck. Nibbling, sucking. Further down her body, to her big breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth. She gasped, then moaned louder. I held her nipple in my mouth, trying to suck in as much of her areola as I could, and flicked her nipple with my tongue. Trying to giver her an idea of what I was about to do to her clit. I let her nipple fall from my mouth, and covered it with my hand as I mouth went to her other nipple, and gave it the same treatment. I kissed the tender undersides of her breasts. I worked my way further down her body, kissing, licking. I kissed all around her belly button before sticking my tongue inside it. She giggled and moaned out “Da-addy” I kept working my way down. I started kissing down her right leg, not wanting my lips to lose contact with her silky thighs. By this point I was on my knees, between her legs, bent over, my mouth at her thigh. As I straightened, kissing up her knee, her calf, my dick came in contact with her lips. It took all my willpower not to just thrust into her. It helped knowing she was a virgin, I wanted this to be the best experience of her life, I wasn’t going to hurt her like that. I kissed the sole of her foot, softly, slowly. I took her toes into my mouth, all at once. My tongue swirling between each of her digits, licking slowly. Then I sucked on each of her toes individually. Savoring the taste of my little girl’s feet. Then I switched feet. I did it all again, but backwards. This time, starting by sucking each one of her toes, then taking them all in my mouth. She squeezed my tongue between her big toe and her second toe, made me moan. Then I kissed down the sole of her foot. I took her achilles’ into my mouth, sucking. I worked my way up her calf, slowly lowering myself to the bed between her legs. I kissed my way up her thigh, I stopped working my way up once the side of my face was barely touching her pussy. I started sucking on her inner thighs. As I switched from one leg to the other, my lips would barely brush up against her pussy lips. I kept doing this until she screamed “Please, daddy! Lick me!”
I took her legs and pushed them up, she got the hint and pulled them towards her chest. Now I was looking at her beautiful slit and tiny puckered asshole. I bent my head down, not wanting to freak her out, I placed my tongue at the bottommost part of her pussy, then gently licked all the way up to her clit. Without removing my tongue, I worked my way back down, like a painter with a paintbrush. I kept doing this, slowly, my tongue only just touching her, each time I licked downward, I’d go a little further, until I was licking between her asscheeks as much as I was between her legs. I slowed down my licking so that I could try to work my way into her asshole on each lick. I also started sliding my tongue into her pussy, then I’d swirl it around her clit and work my way back down. I let her put her legs down on my shoulders, as I started to concentrate on just licking her clit. I rubbed her lips with my fingers as I worked my tongue into the folds of her pussy, then back up to her clit. I moved my fingers higher up to the top of her pussy and spread her lips, enamored with the site of her erect clit. I placed my mouth on her clit, and used my tongue on it, much like I had with her nipples. She moaned loudly. While I had her clit in my mouth, I started working my finger into her pussy. This time, when I felt resistance, I didn’t stop. I continued to push my finger into her, speeding up my licking. Just as she started to cum, I managed to break her hymen with my finger. To this day, I’m not sure that she noticed. I continued to lick her, she continued to cum. I pulled my finger out of her slowly, then worked two fingers into her. She was very tight and I again met some resistance. I kept licking her, having slowed down, I picked up the pace and she started to come again, and I used to opportunity to push my two fingers inside of her. I wanted to make sure that when I slid my cock into her, she’d be ready. I licked her to two more orgasms as I slid my fingers in and out of her. After her fourth orgasm, I slowed my licking gradually until neither my tongue or fingers were moving. I slowly slid my fingers from her pussy and lifted my head. I got up off the bed and used some tissues that were on my nightstand to clean the blood from them. Then I went between her legs and cleaned her up, too. I knew there’d still be some blood on my cock when I finally fucked her, but I didn’t want her to see any now if she were to look down.
I lay down beside her. She was still trembling from the orgasms I had given her. I lay on my side and started to stroke her face. I leaned over and gave her a kiss. She returned the gentle kiss and opened her eyes. She was still panting. I let my hand work it’s way down her body, gently caressing her all over. After she’d caught her breath and started breathing normally, her hand worked it’s way to my cock and felt how hard I was. She grabbed it with her fist and started to stroke me. I enjoyed the sensation of her hand on my cock for a few minutes, then gently grabbed her by the wrist and took her hand away. She pouted prettily while I got back on my knees. I got between her legs again, lifting her feet to my face. Her left foot was on my right shoulder, I had her right hand in my left hand, holding the toes to my lips. My right hand was wrapped around my cock, and I was rubbing it up and down her pussy lips. Every few seconds, I’d stop rubbing her and stroke my cock, spreading her juices all over my cock. I switched feet as I continued to lube up my cock with her juices. When I finally decided I was as lubed up as I was going to get, and my little girl was practically fiending for my cock, I removed her left foot from my mouth, and placed it back on my shoulder. I placed my cock at her entrance and paused. I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was. Here I was, on my knees, my sexy daughter laying in front of me, her beautiful feet within licking distance on my shoulders, my hard cock at her entrance. I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as I could, so I oh sooooo s l o w l y started to push into her. She gasped as my head spread her beautiful pussy, I could see the look of ecstasy on her face, and it spurred me on. I pushed into her until half my cock was inside her, then I started to pull out. I was glad I’d taken the time to break her hymen with my fingers. I didn’t want her to feel any pain the first time I pushed my cock into her, and she hadn’t. I stopped momentarily with only my head inside her, then I continued pushing into her, going in just a little deeper. I kept stroking in and out of her, each time going in a little deeper until finally, my balls were resting against her, and I was completely buried inside her. She spread her legs, then beckoned to me with her arms. I leaned over, supporting myself on my arms and we kissed. This was nothing like the gentle kiss we’d shared after I’d eaten her pussy. This was animalistic. Our lips mashed against teeth, our tongues fought from one mouth to the other, and I slowly started thrusting. She stopped kissing me as my thrusts increased in speed and force and just held on. She held onto my shoulders with her arms, and put her ankles at my hips. I started to fuck her harder and harder. The room was filled with the noise of my grunts, her moans and our flesh slapping together. She used her arms and legs to start meeting my thrusts, wanting me inside her as deep as possible. I silently said a thank you that she’d blown me earlier, otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted once she started meeting my thrusts with her own. She was still weak from her earlier orgasms and could keep up the pace for long. She let go and let me fuck her. I slowed down and gave her a soft kiss before getting back on my knees. I lifted her legs onto my chest once again, and grabbed her ass with my hands, tilting her pelvis up a little. I started in again, this time, with short shallow strokes. I was starting to wonder if I should make the angle a little more extreme when she started to hiss “Oh God! Oh God! Oh GOD!” until she was screaming it. I’d found her G-spot. Her ass lifted completely off the bed, my cock still inside, she was using her legs against my chest for leverage as she came again. She collapsed once again, panting on the bed. I didn’t give her a chance to recover, and started to fuck her once again. I’d been close when she started coming, but I’d held off, not wanting to cut her orgasm short by a second if I could help it. Now, it was daddy’s turn, and I was gonna fill up her pussy like I’d filled up her little mouth. I started thrusting hard, the room once again filling up with the sounds of our sex. I could feel myself get harder and bigger inside her, she sensed what was about to happen and tensed her pussy and I was gone. I started cumming inside her. I surprised myself at how much I came considering she’d already milked me earlier. As my orgasm began to subside, she slowly relaxed her pussy muscles, then quickly tensed them again, making me shudder, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure from my cock throughout my body. I couldn’t keep myself from slowly stroking in and out of her clenching pussy. I was finally too weak to continue my thrusts, but she kept tensing and relaxing her pussy around my cock until I finally had to beg her to stop. She smiled mischieviously as she stopped, and couldn’t resist clenching one last time as I started to pull out of her for good. I cried out in ecstasy and had to grab her legs to keep from falling. I gave her a questioning glance and she nodded. I pulled out of her, then lay down heavily beside her. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, she rolled over and kissed my neck right below my ear.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
“I’m gonna go get my stuff, ok?”
“What stuff?”
“You think after that, I’m ever going to sleep in my own bed again?”
I smiled, “Hurry back.”
The next day, we both woke up sore. She stayed home from school and we somehow found the energy to do it all over again, all weekend.
That was the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. We continued our relationship throughout her schooling. She started dating during her senior year of high school, none of her boyfriends lasted very long. She’d come home and tell me how the date went, where and how they’d tried to touch her, what they’d tried to get her to do. I had few girlfriends during those years, I told my little girl every detail. She commuted throughout college so that she’d be home every night. We’d been lucky that first night, she later told me that she’d wanted to expose herself to me for a week before she actually did it, but couldn’t because she’d been on her period. I got her on birth control pills the following Monday, and I didn’t come in her pussy until we were sure the pills had taken effect. She eventually got married, and had kids of her own. She’d bring the whole family around for holidays, and she’d sneak into my bedroom at night and we’d relive old days. She still has the sweetest pussy, and still knows how to completely milk my cock.
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