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Do you have that fantasy in your darkest secrets that you’ve never shared with anyone?
Maybe it’s your mom catching you stroking your cock, you walking in on your grandma in the shower, the thrill of wet training pants sloshing against your balls, or some other memory from your childhood still lingering in your mind. Maybe it’s your neighbor who you sneak peeks on late at night, someone at work, or a complete stranger you meet on a bus.
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Okay, I have officially reached my sexual awakening. I want to try anything that has to do with sex.
I challenge anyone reading this to try to shock me with their stories or ideas. I’m ready to sling dirty diapers, give (or take) golden showers. I want to use a strap-on or a vibrator (maybe both!).
Let me fuck, suck, blow, jack, or just run around the house naked for you. I want to feel your skin on mine. Stimulate me, body and mind.

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I really should be ashamed of myself!  I should.. but.  I’m still in a bit of afterglow, more than a week later!

My youngest son’s best friend from highschool, I’ll call him Joey, he still likes to come around and visit “Mrs. Carol” from time to time.  He was a shy quiet kid, the awkward type who always seemed to be just a little bit behind the other boys his age,   development-wise.   Well… let’s just say he finally managed to catch up to the other boys since last summer, and then some!  He’s gone from a scrawny, pimply  5’10 curly haired waif to a strapping 6’0 brown eyed brown skinned adonis with a military buzzcut.   I barely even recognized him when he came over last week! He said he was popping in hoping to see my son during college spring break…  alas, my prodigal son was gone to Cancun for spring break.   Breaks his mother’s heart that one…  but this post isn’t about him.  It’s about Joey.

Joey was disappointed not to see my boy this time around..but that didn’t stop him from having a long visit with Mama Carol.  I found it a little bit odd at first… I know the kids have their Facebook and their instant messaging to keep up with each other every minute of the day.  It struck me as odd that he would drop in on the off chance my son would be around.  I always suspected he had something of a crush on me…..

 He talked and talked up a storm, helped himself to the cookie batter I was baking, and to the cookies when they were done and just when I was anxious for him to leave, he offered to help me move the new couch I’d just bought and to help out with spring cleaning.    Well, what lonely old widow with a ton of chores is going to turn that offer down?    I was grateful for the help and the cute company.

Joey worked up quite a sweat, he did.  He practically carried that couch all by himself.  The next thing I knew he was shirtless and sweaty, his young tanned muscles glistening under the grime he’d collected from the garage.  I was caught off guard; my eyes must have flashed at him because he grinned a self conscious grin and kept looking down at the floor whenever I looked at him.  ”Well… I see all those years of baseball practice have paid off…”    I smiled.  He chuckled shyly and confirmed he’d had a “growth spurt” and had only begun “working out” since Thanksgiving.  I collected my dirty thoughts along with my good manners,  poured him a tall glass of water in thanks for all his hard work.   ”Well you go on and finish up the garage while I get the laundry together.  If that’s not enough hardwork for you, I’ll think of something else to wear you out.”   Again he laughed that nervous, goofy laugh.  Same old Joey.  Different package.

Once he was done sweeping out the garage he came back to the kitchen and laundry area where I was multitasking.   I noticed he had fallen silent but he wasn’t taking his eyes off of me as I came to and fro.  I was wearing just my baby pink velour tracksuit and some cotton footies, with no bra or panties, and in  spite of myself I had begun to work up a little bit of sweat of my own;  having a handsome eager young man at my beck and call had started to get me hot.  Not that I was trying to think this way about him.  I’ve known Joey for years he’s like a son to me.   But his eyes sure stayed glued to my rear end!! 

He may be alot bigger and better looking now, but underneath it all he’s still the same shy little kid I’ve always known.   I decided to break the ice.  “Joey… since I’m doing the laundry can I get those dirty clothes from you?” I gathered his shirt from the floor, and motioned towards the khaki shorts he was wearing.  

“Umm… sure!  B-but I don’t have any other clothes, Mrs. Carol.” He stammered.

“Oh hon.. I’ll give you one of my sons’ bathrobes. Trust me, Kiddo.. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen already at my age.”

Joey blushed a little as he sat in the kitchen chair, making  a timid half-gesture to remove his shorts but he hesitated a bit.   There was a really  long, uncomfortable silence, but his eyes never broke his gaze from mine.  “Come on now, “  I egged him on.   “If you get those off now I can get them into the load I just started.”   I pulled him up to his feet by his wrist and tugged playfully on his khaki pocket.  “Hurry up you…” I said.

Blushing furiously now, he unbuttoned his shorts and let them slide them down, revealing…. absolutely nothing underneath.  No boxers, no briefs, no undergarments of any kind.  Just his tan, muscular thighs and a very springy, very heavy looking young cock that was growing and growing. 

I stood there for a moment, appraising the sight of him standing there butt-naked in my kitchen, his shorts around his ankles.  A flush was growing over my own cheeks.  “There you go, Joey. ”  I cooed…  “See… Just  like I said.. nothing Ol’ Carol hasn’t seen before.”  I looked him up and down, circling him… admiring him and his naked shame.   “Not that it’s not a welcome sight, hon.  Commando, eh? ”  I said, slapping his buttock lightly with my palm.    By now he was glowing bright red all over, a nervous half grimace on his face, his eyes begging me to tell him what to do now.  I saw his breath getting quicker and more shallow.  “Now hand them to me, sonny. ”  I said.   He stepped out of his shorts, bending over with his large cock swinging clumsily between his thighs and handed the shorts to me.   “C’mon on, Joey… the washer’s almost done filling up.”  

He followed me to the wash room, naked, obedient and shivering… with nervousness or cold I’m not sure, but he looked so vulnerable and sweet I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.  I began chatting about the weather and the kids, and his parents and the holidays like it was no big deal….  as tho he wasn’t standing inches away from me, naked, with a raging hard on.   The tension of the moment began to get to me too and I felt my pussy getting moist.   I carefully measured the fabric softener, separated whites and colors, checked and re-checked the dryer to see how damp the load was, to see if there was anything dry enough for poor Joey to put on.  I made sure to bend over often,  so he could see the faint outline of my labia in my sweat pants.  I wiggled my ass innocently, teasingly, bumping into him again and again, excusing myself as he got harder and more frustrated.  All the while babbling along about the weather or somesuch.  Anything to prolong the delicious torture of our situation.

“I’m sorry Joey, I thought I had something dry for you ..but it looks like you’ll have to suffer for a few more minutes..”

Suddenly, I felt Joey’s hips pushing into my rear end, his arms encircling my waist tentatively, cornering me against the washer.  “Joey!” I gasped softly….    Reflexively I ground my ass into his groin, arching my back against his chest.  “Joey..” I said again.  I felt his lips on my neck, the tip of his tongue shyly flittering on my nape, my shoulder.   My pussy began to swell with excitment and I knew what I must do.  I guided his large hands over my body with my own.  Guiding him to cup my bra-less breasts through my sweat top… guiding his hands slowly over my velour covered belly and underneath the waistband of my sweatpants…..  we stood at the washer locked together this way, his hot young breath in my ear, my plump ass grinding crazy 8′s into his cock… my hand underneath his as I caressed my clitoris, our fingers becoming wet with the juices from my freely flowing cunt. 

“That’s right Joey… Make Mama Carol feel good…”  I exhaled, turning to move my hand to his mouth as he licked and sucked the juices from my fingers and from his own.   With one powerful motion he lifted me up and sat me down on top of the washing machine, burying his face into my cleavage, gripping my hips with his hands.  I unzipped my track suit all the way, exposing my luscious breasts to full view.  Then I eagerly wiggled out of my sweat pants as he tugged them down around my knees… his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses all the way down my stomach to the top of my bush. 

And there it happened.  Sweet Little Joey, my 19 year old son’s best friend from middle school on, ate me out and fingered me to a raging climax right on top of my washing machine! I have never been licked and sucked so thoroughly before by ANYONE.  I have no idea where he learned to do what he does, but he will make somebody a terrific husband one day.  But in the meantime, he’s welcome to be Mama Carol’s special little houseboy. ANYTIME!

Carol

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Yeah, that’s right. I’m Granny Sue, and I still got it.

Sometimes, besides my work doing sex talk over the phone, I help the gals around the trailer park here, babysitting their kids. So I get a call from Mabel to come over and babysit her kid, a toddler –funny I think. Mabel ain’t got no kids, but I figure it’s a niece or something.

I get over there, and oh boy, it’s “something” alrighty. It’s her no good out of work husband “Bill” sitting next to a big cardboard box and he’s naked as a Jay-bird. He’s got a goofy look on his face and he hands me a note. It’s in Mabel’s handwriting. It says :

Sue,

I know you do this sort of thing as a ‘hobby’, but I’m just plain sick to death of “Bill”. 32 years old, and all he does his sit home on his drunk ass playing video games and not looking for work. He’s a pig, leaving his socks and streaky underwear all over the trailer. He even refuses to let me adopt a little girl to raise. I want you to train him for me. I’ve left you a box of his new clothes. I’ve torched all his old stuff, and told him if he doesn’t listen to you, I’ll leave his ass in the gutter where I found him.

Sincerely,

Mabel.

So I look in the box and it’s filled to the rim with all sorts of adult baby sissy clothes, diapers, and such.

Bill knows that Granny Sue doesn’t fuck around when it comes to training sissy babys, so I plant a boot heel on his chest, and tell “Baby Jill” he better do what I fucking tell him, or it’s gonna be nothing but coffee enemas, and ass paddling all fuckin’ day. “Baby Jill” thumb planted firmly in his mouth just nods and cries a little bit. I tell him to get down on his back, and point his little toesies like a ballerina, and I slap a big cloth diaper on his ass and fasten it good and tight with little butterfly clothespins. Pulling a pair of pink plastic panties over his nappies, I let “Baby Jill” play with his new dollies while I prepare lunch for him.

Iced coffee in a baby bottle with a nice big bran muffin.

I dress “Baby Jill” for a nice walk around the trailer park. I tell him I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stay in all day. “Baby Jill” starts to cry, so I shove a ball gag in his sissy mouth, and start to dress him. I pull some thick white tights over his darling plastic panties, and put him in a lovely frilly lavender pinafore. The patent leather Mary Janes go on next, and tugging at the hem of the dress, I’m pleased to find out it’s so short you can that tell “Baby Jill” is wearing nappies.

After “Baby Jill” finishes his lunchie wunchie, we take a walk through the trailer park (EVERYONE is pointing and laughing at Baby Jill) and go sit by the fountain in the park. I notice Baby Jill fidgeting, at the sound of the rushing water from the fountain, and sure enough he turns to me and says in a deep booming voice.

“Hey — Sue, can we go home now, I really gotta use the can”

I slap him hard across the face with the back of my hand, and squint at him. He swallows and tears streaming down his face corrects himself and says in a high lisping sissy voice:

“Gwammy Sue, Baby Jill gotta make tinkles”

I tell HER, “that’s what the fuckin’ diaper is for!” and watch as the last shreds of “Baby Jill’s” masculinity trickle down her white tights in bright yellow shame. (Gonna have to tell Mabel to get thicker diapers for Bill)

“Baby Jill” is still fidgeting and I KNOW what’s coming next. SHE looks at me. tears streaming down her chubby wubby widdle cheeks, and BEGS me to take her home “Please Sue, I have to take a shit”. I grab “Baby Jill” and take her over my knee and yank her dress up around her waste and deliver a very firm hand spanking. I ask “Baby Jill” what the fucking problem is, and crying her eyes out now (for EVERYONE to hear) she shouts “Gwammy Sue, Baby Jill has to make!”

“Make what?” I ask

“BOOM BOOM”

– and so she does. Whatta fuckin’ sissy. Looks like Mabel’s got her self a new baby girl now. Hehehe.

Granny Sue – 1-888-648-0752

When you came back from college, you were a full grown man.  My love for you grew more and more.  You were still a Mommas boy even as you became fully mature.  It got harder and harder for us to resist temptation.  We had never crossed certain boundaries in the past.  I could always feel your eyes on me, and my eyes were always searching for you.  Sometimes I could see the pain in your eyes…wanting me. 

           That night after my birthday party.  We had never drank together before.  Bob had to drive us home because neither one of us could drive.  What happened after that is not all that surprising… you have to agree.

           My panties are getting moist just remember it.  We were still tipsy and giggly.  We were making fun of the neighbors.  You were pretending to be Doyle and I was Katie.  OH, how we made fun of them….  Too funny.   We were laughing so hard that we didn’t notice right away that my robe came undone.  You noticed before I did.  But you didn’t say anything.  You just stopped laughing.  You said “you are beautiful”.  I said “Doyle,  you’re just saying that because I’m your wife”.  I thought you were still playing.  Then you stepped up to me and I felt your hands on my bare breasts and you said it again “you are so beautiful”.  I grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to my mouth. 

OH, how exquisite it was to taste you, our mouths fucking each other furiously, then slowly and passionately.  My pussy dripped with my cum.  Your hands worked magic on my tits, pleasured my nipples.  Your hungry mouth tasting, teasing, biting down my neck, around my ears down to my tits.  I just got the shivers.  You knew everything I like, everything I crave.  If it wasn’t meant to be, how would you know all those things?  You circled my nipples with your tongue, sucked them into your mouth and flicked them hard back and forth with your tongue.  I came on the floor and my knees buckled.  You caught me and laid me down on the couch.  My orgasms made my body like Jell-O.  I said “I want your cock in my mouth”.  You got up on top of me in the 69 position… forced my legs apart with authority which made me squirt again, and you stuck your cock in my mouth like it was demanding attention.  Your mouth pressed firmly on my cunt.  I can feel your soft wet lips on my pussy lips, opening your mouth wider as doing so spreads my pussy lips open… then that tongue… that wonderful tongue…wet, lapping, swirling, flicking…. OH MY GOD   I savor the taste of your pre-cum, you pump my mouth with steady strokes, I take in more of you with every stroke, you do all the work and I enjoy every minute.  My son, my lover, I had never deep-throated before in my life.  When I filled your mouth with my cum, your excited noises and hungry mouth slurping and drinking me up like you would die without it put my body into spasms that I had never felt before.  I could feel you getting closer and closer to orgasm in my mouth.  When I heard that first moan of impending orgasm escape your mouth, I pulled your hips into my face so that I could take your cock as deep into my throat as I could… ahhhhh then the sweet, hot liquid shoots down my throat, I gulp and swallow until every drop is drained. 

           The fact that it only continued to get better and better than that made me your slave. 

           I miss you more than you could possibly imagine.  Tony, come home to Momma.

XXXOOOXOXOOXOXOXOX

LOVE ALWAYS,

Mom

Peggy

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