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Why I am the pervert that I am. Part 2
PLEASE, read part 1 for the warnings I posted. AGAIN! This is a taboo series to explain why and how I turned into the pervert that I am today. My dirty little secret VERY few people would ever suspect. It is more of an opening up and airing it out of things. If it turns people on and they get off on it, then so be it. I'll talk about that in depth later on. I ask not to be judged, it's just the truth of what I experienced.
I'm going to blog these so they come out quicker and they will be shorter so that they can be more frequent.
While Susan was still "Taking care" of me, she was doing it less frequently. My mother and father were spending more time at home. That was about the time my younger sister came along. I was still in school and it was getting near the end of the school year. This new person in my life had me intrigued. Susan very often was on my mind as I went about my day. I was often very curious thinking what the usual women and girls I see every day would look like naked. Then my thoughts would quickly turn to how it would be if they where doing the things that Susan would do. My teacher. Her nice long legs. Lowering herself down onto my hardening little cock. Forcing me to suck her tits as Susan did with her much smaller ones. My classmates. Licking their little cunts. The smell of virgin pussy in my nose. OH! It almost consumed me all day. Even old ladies. What their nasty, used bodies must be like. Surprisingly, that turned me on equally as much. Maybe their maturity and experience, I don't know.
Needles to say, I was I walking hard-on even at that young age. If I knew then what I know now about cumming, I would have been so frustrated and wanted to cum on everything I saw and not be able to. Even though I was way too young, that hard cock really felt good. And I do recall several times at that age humping against the edge of the couch though, and, it felt at points as good as some of my loads now. But, definitely not a squirting mess, but, it was just like a tingling orgasm.
My mother would often breast feed my sister. I still wasn't quite sure what she was doing when she would throw a blanket over her and let her suckle. I would be rather embarrassed if she caught my trying to sneak a peak. Thanks to Susan, I knew what the breast looks like, but, honestly didn't understand what breastfeeding really was. I naively assumed it was more of a suckling, comforting thing. BOY was I wrong.
When I got home from school one warm spring afternoon I walked into the house were my mother and sister where. I went to a different school than my brothers and got home much earlier. My father also came home much later. As I entered I called out that I was home. My mother answered me and I went into her room. That changed my life forever. There she laid, both breasts exposed feeding my little sister. She was hot, no one else was around and she had lost all need for common decency. She seemed in a bit of discomfort, but, smiled as I entered. She just sat there carrying on a conversation about how my day went with her huge breast glaring at me. My mother was about 5 feet tall, very slender, bright red hair, beautiful face and unbeknownst to me HUGE fucking tits. Somehow when she was clothed, you would never have suspected it. How she hid them I have know freaking idea. They were perfectly shaped. Perky, not, hanging. So stiff that they were able to support their massiveness. How her small body could support such weight is beyond me. On top of those monuments were her bright red nipples. They were upturned perfectly. You could hang a coat on them. They were pointed and aiming toward the heavens.
Mother had next to her several clothe diapers that she used. I then finally realized what the "Breast Feeding" thing was all about. She used the diapers to soak up her leaking milk. I listened as my sister was suckling. She was taking in as much as she could until having to come up for air every once in a while. When she would lift off and gasp for air, milk would practically gush out of her mouth and down my mother's breast. My mother would pinch her nipple and guide it back into her mouth and it was on again. She closed her eyes leaned her head back and relaxed for a second. That was my opportunity to finally stare at her. I noticed milk leaking down her other nipple. It was fascinating.
She picked her head back up, looked at me and began talking again. She noticed I was a little taken aback and began to explain all about breastfeeding. How the mother makes milk for the baby and all that good shit. Then, she began to talk about producing too much milk and having to express it. While she was explaining she began to milk herself onto some of the clothes. She said that she had saved as much as she could and now just needs to empty as much as she can. Without admitting it, she told how it hurts her when she was full, but, it was because she was so big. I watched as she messaged her breast and pinched her nipple as she milked. Then it happened. She caught me practically mesmerized staring at it. I think she finally had realized that this is all new to me. She said, "Tommy, don't you remember when you used to breastfeed ?" When I shook my head no, she acted rather stunned. "It was only a few years ago." When I still didn't remember, she pulled me closer to her. "You can still do it again if you would like."."It's perfectly natural. Plus, you cant help me with my little problem."."Come here and join your sister." She meant this in a perfectly natural and non-sexual way. I agreed and for me I already knew what I wanted. And "Yes" it was for a sexual reason. I wanted that perfect, hard, milking nipple in my mouth. Down my throat if possible. I eagerly latched onto her hanger and began sucking. "Ouch! Be gentle Tommy."she said as I eased up hoping she didn't realize that my eagerness was really caused by these perverted feelings. Finally she relaxed and the motherload came. A couple of short squirts into the back of my throat and a huge gush of mama's milk. It was so warm and just drooled down my throat. I loved the feeling of her warm body next to me, the rise and fall of her breathing chest, the feel of her breast relax as her milk let down and the sight of my little sister sucking on the other side looking into my eyes.
As you can see, at this young age, I had already started well on my way to becoming the pervert that I am today. Most boys would probably have never even thought about those things yet. Especially about their own mother like that.
PLEASE, read part 1 for the warnings I posted. AGAIN! This is a taboo series to explain why and how I turned into the pervert that I am today. My dirty little secret VERY few people would ever suspect. It is more of an opening up and airing it out of things. If it turns people on and they get off on it, then so be it. I'll talk about that in depth later on. I ask not to be judged, it's just the truth of what I experienced.
I'm going to blog these so they come out quicker and they will be shorter so that they can be more frequent.
While Susan was still "Taking care" of me, she was doing it less frequently. My mother and father were spending more time at home. That was about the time my younger sister came along. I was still in school and it was getting near the end of the school year. This new person in my life had me intrigued. Susan very often was on my mind as I went about my day. I was often very curious thinking what the usual women and girls I see every day would look like naked. Then my thoughts would quickly turn to how it would be if they where doing the things that Susan would do. My teacher. Her nice long legs. Lowering herself down onto my hardening little cock. Forcing me to suck her tits as Susan did with her much smaller ones. My classmates. Licking their little cunts. The smell of virgin pussy in my nose. OH! It almost consumed me all day. Even old ladies. What their nasty, used bodies must be like. Surprisingly, that turned me on equally as much. Maybe their maturity and experience, I don't know.
Needles to say, I was I walking hard-on even at that young age. If I knew then what I know now about cumming, I would have been so frustrated and wanted to cum on everything I saw and not be able to. Even though I was way too young, that hard cock really felt good. And I do recall several times at that age humping against the edge of the couch though, and, it felt at points as good as some of my loads now. But, definitely not a squirting mess, but, it was just like a tingling orgasm.
My mother would often breast feed my sister. I still wasn't quite sure what she was doing when she would throw a blanket over her and let her suckle. I would be rather embarrassed if she caught my trying to sneak a peak. Thanks to Susan, I knew what the breast looks like, but, honestly didn't understand what breastfeeding really was. I naively assumed it was more of a suckling, comforting thing. BOY was I wrong.
When I got home from school one warm spring afternoon I walked into the house were my mother and sister where. I went to a different school than my brothers and got home much earlier. My father also came home much later. As I entered I called out that I was home. My mother answered me and I went into her room. That changed my life forever. There she laid, both breasts exposed feeding my little sister. She was hot, no one else was around and she had lost all need for common decency. She seemed in a bit of discomfort, but, smiled as I entered. She just sat there carrying on a conversation about how my day went with her huge breast glaring at me. My mother was about 5 feet tall, very slender, bright red hair, beautiful face and unbeknownst to me HUGE fucking tits. Somehow when she was clothed, you would never have suspected it. How she hid them I have know freaking idea. They were perfectly shaped. Perky, not, hanging. So stiff that they were able to support their massiveness. How her small body could support such weight is beyond me. On top of those monuments were her bright red nipples. They were upturned perfectly. You could hang a coat on them. They were pointed and aiming toward the heavens.
Mother had next to her several clothe diapers that she used. I then finally realized what the "Breast Feeding" thing was all about. She used the diapers to soak up her leaking milk. I listened as my sister was suckling. She was taking in as much as she could until having to come up for air every once in a while. When she would lift off and gasp for air, milk would practically gush out of her mouth and down my mother's breast. My mother would pinch her nipple and guide it back into her mouth and it was on again. She closed her eyes leaned her head back and relaxed for a second. That was my opportunity to finally stare at her. I noticed milk leaking down her other nipple. It was fascinating.
She picked her head back up, looked at me and began talking again. She noticed I was a little taken aback and began to explain all about breastfeeding. How the mother makes milk for the baby and all that good shit. Then, she began to talk about producing too much milk and having to express it. While she was explaining she began to milk herself onto some of the clothes. She said that she had saved as much as she could and now just needs to empty as much as she can. Without admitting it, she told how it hurts her when she was full, but, it was because she was so big. I watched as she messaged her breast and pinched her nipple as she milked. Then it happened. She caught me practically mesmerized staring at it. I think she finally had realized that this is all new to me. She said, "Tommy, don't you remember when you used to breastfeed ?" When I shook my head no, she acted rather stunned. "It was only a few years ago." When I still didn't remember, she pulled me closer to her. "You can still do it again if you would like."."It's perfectly natural. Plus, you cant help me with my little problem."."Come here and join your sister." She meant this in a perfectly natural and non-sexual way. I agreed and for me I already knew what I wanted. And "Yes" it was for a sexual reason. I wanted that perfect, hard, milking nipple in my mouth. Down my throat if possible. I eagerly latched onto her hanger and began sucking. "Ouch! Be gentle Tommy."she said as I eased up hoping she didn't realize that my eagerness was really caused by these perverted feelings. Finally she relaxed and the motherload came. A couple of short squirts into the back of my throat and a huge gush of mama's milk. It was so warm and just drooled down my throat. I loved the feeling of her warm body next to me, the rise and fall of her breathing chest, the feel of her breast relax as her milk let down and the sight of my little sister sucking on the other side looking into my eyes.
As you can see, at this young age, I had already started well on my way to becoming the pervert that I am today. Most boys would probably have never even thought about those things yet. Especially about their own mother like that.
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