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My sophomore year continued in much the same fashion. I had grown quite a bit over the last few years and I was now approaching six feet. I didn't really work out, but I didn't avoid physical activity, so I was in reasonable shape, if not Brad Pitt. I'd been told that my cock was larger as well, but I didn't really measure it anymore.

I dated some girls from the school, though none seriously. I had Karen on a fairly regular basis, and I stopped by to see Cheri quite a bit. She came to my house every now and then as well, either to see me or to see my mother. I also went out with her occasionally; it gave me a kick to think of all those people thinking how cute that mother and son are, all while Cheri had a vibrating dildo stuck up her ass, which I controlled with a little remote in my pocket.

My adventures with the seniors also continued sporadically. I continued to see Sandy every now and then, and she enjoyed the punishments each time, though I never involved Kari again. Sarah approached me one day and confessed that she had been seeing Cat for some fun every now and then, though she was quick to reassure me that she still liked boys, too. In fact, I participated in one more session with them, and enjoyed myself greatly.

A number of the other seniors also approached me, some for fantasy fulfillment and some for straight sex. It surprised me, but I was starting to feel sort of like a slut. I know that I wasn't looking for a serious relationship, but I was starting to feel a little used. I actually did turn down one or two of them, but I guess I was a slut, because I enjoyed most of them.

In addition to the others, Gemma still asked me over every few weeks for a little oral sex. She had dated some guys, none of whom I really approved of, but she didn't really get serious with any of them. One day she told me she wanted another session, this time at my house, which she occasionally did if she got horny and her parents were home.

She walked into my room and started taking her clothes off. "Strip," she told me.

I was pleased that this session was going to include me as well. She finished undressing and scooched to the middle of the bed. She patted the bed next to her and said, "Let's talk first."

"OK," I responded, though I would have preferred to talk with clothes on. Well, at least my clothes on.

"You're cutting quite a swath, aren't you?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You think boys are the only ones that talk? You've been dating quite a few girls, and sleeping with half the senior class," she said.

"Not half!" I said with an embarrassed smile.

"Maybe not, but by all accounts, more than half would," she informed me. "You're said to be quite the lover."

"Thank you, I guess?"

"Actually, it pisses me right the hell off!" she said, getting up to her knees and kneeling close to me. "You're willing to bang any skank that asks, but you're not willing to sleep with one of your best friends?"

"I explained that to you," I said weakly.

"Well, that's bullshit," she retorted. "According to everything I hear, I'd be better off with you as my first lover than anyone else at school! Anyway, this isn't cutting it any more, so if it's not you, I'm going to find someone else to pop my cherry, because I want it popped, and I want it popped now! So are you going to step up?"

I thought about what she said. I thought about what Kari and Cheri had said when I took Kari's virginity. I thought about all the other girls that I had been sleeping with and what they had meant for me. Gemma must have seen the thought process on my face, because she smiled slowly and laid back down on the bed, spreading her arms and legs slightly, inviting me in.

Seeing her there, so eagerly awaiting me, was what made my decision for me. Still, this wasn't how I wanted to do it. I climbed between her legs and lay my body over her. I pressed my cock over her moist pussy and grabbed her hands in mine, holding them over her head. I kissed her hard on the lips then pulled my head back to look at her.

"Fine, you win," I said. Her smile got bigger. "But if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it my way!"

"What's your way?" she asked.

"What it's not is in the middle of the day, with limited time, after you have just browbeaten me into sleeping with you. If you're going to lose your cherry to me, then it's going to be done right. I'm taking you out on Saturday night, and you'll spend the night with me. Can you get your parents to let you stay out all night?"

"With you?" she snorted. "No way in hell! But I'll get someone to cover for me."

"Fine," I said. "Find yourself a nice dress, and tell me where to pick you up from. I'll get you at 8."

"But what about now?" she whined, grinding her crotch to mine.

"What about now?" I asked getting up.

"You're not just going to leave me like this?" she asked incredulously.

I smiled and pounced back on her. "No, I won't, but we're doing it my way this time!"

I flipped over and lay next to her, then pulled her over onto me in a 69. She wasted no time sucking my cock into her mouth, and I grabbed her ass and pulled her sweet pussy to my mouth. Her moans were muffled by cock, which ran the most amazing sensations through me.

She was so primed for this that she took virtually no time to cum in a flood on my face. Then, as I backed off briefly, she really went to work on my cock. I laid my head back, looking up at her pulsating pussy, still glistening with juices. I ran my fingers lightly over ass and through her ass crack. She pulled away a little when I brushed over her asshole, and then gasped when I lifted my head and swiped at her clit with my tongue. She started running her fingers lightly over my balls, and soon I was spurting into her mouth.

When she had drained me of every drop, she quickly flipped around and gave me a big kiss. "You're not going to regret this!" she said.

"What, cumming in your mouth?" I asked.

"No you doofus! Finally giving me the fucking I want!" she said.

I kissed her lightly. "I hope it will be good for you."

"If it's not, your going to have to keep repeating it until it is!" she said with a smile.

After we were dressed, I walked Gemma to the door, where she gave me a searing kiss before she left. After I closed the door behind me I turned around and my mother was there. "Did you have a nice time playing with your little friend?" she asked with a smirk.

"Stop teasing me, mom!" I said, swatting her ass lightly as I passed by.

"If you're trying to get me to stop, that's not the way to do it," she said, wiggling her ass a little.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "You think that the threat of spanking me will get me to stop a behavior? I thought that you knew me better than that! You're more likely to get me to stop by threatening not to spank me!"

"But I don't spank you now, so that wouldn't be much of an incentive," I said.

"I guess not," she said as she turned and started to walk by me.

I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it was everything that just took place with Gemma. Maybe it was serendipity. All I know is that as she walked by me, I grabbed her hand, spun her around, took her hair in my fist and pushed her down so that she was kneeling on the stairs.

She gasped and demanded, "What are you doing, Jake?"

"Giving you what you want," I growled as I raised my hand and dropped it to her ass, the sharp smack echoing through the room.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "Jake, what are you doing?"

"I answered you," I said, spanking her again.

She dropped her head to the stair and stuck her ass further in the air. I reached down and flipped her skirt over her hips, baring her ass to me. Then I started whaling on her, spanking her over and over.

"Oh, Jake," she moaned. "Jake, no."

Finally I got my fill, and I stood up and looked at her. My hand had left her ass glowing red. Her hips were swaying as she kept pushing her ass back.

"Don't stop, Jake, please!" she begged. "I'm so close."

"Well, now will you stop teasing me?" I asked.

"Oh, Jake, yes, I'll stop teasing you!" she promised.

"OK, you can get yourself off," I told her.

"Oh, no!" she cried. "I can't. I'm not allowed to make myself cum!"

"Are you allowed to have someone else make you cum?" I asked.

"No! Not without permission!" she moaned.

"Then it's a good thing I stopped," I observed.

"Please, Jake, get me the phone!" she asked plaintively.

I went over and grabbed the cordless, watching as she spread her legs and mimed playing with herself without actually touching herself. I walked over to her with the phone, and with the hand not between her legs she propped herself on her elbow and quickly dialed a number.

"Hi, this is Mary. I need to speak with Bob." She waited, her fingers hovering closer to her clit.

"Sir, I have a request," she said. "I've gotten all worked up, and I beg your permission to make myself cum."

She listened, then said, "Jake spanked me, Sir."

Again she paused. "I may have brought it on myself." She listened briefly, then described what had happened. "Jake had Gemma upstairs, and she came down looking quite satisfied and gave him a lover's kiss. I asked him if he had fun with her, and he told me not to tease, tapping my ass as he said it. I told him that if he wanted me to stop doing something, threatening not to spank me would be more effective than threatening to spank me. He pointed out that since he never spanked me, that threat wouldn't be very effective either, and I agreed with him. Then he pushed me to the stairs and spanked me. But Sir, he stopped just before I came!"

"Yes, Sir, I promise." Another pause. "Thank you, Sir!" Her hand closed the last few inches, a finger pushing against her clit as it passed, sinking into her. I took my first good look between her legs, watching her finger thrust between her swollen lips. "Please, Jake, will you please spank me just a little more?"

I ran my hand lightly over her reddened cheeks, then I gave her what she wanted. After only two spanks she started cumming, though she didn't finish until I had placed the fifteenth. When she finished, her finger slipped out of her and her shoulders slumped to the stair. She took a few deep breaths and then said into the handset, which she had never let go of, "Thank you, Sir. You were most kind."

She listened for a few moments, then said, "Yes, Sir, I will. Have a wonderful day."

She clicked the off button on the phone, then slowly turned over. She made no effort to pull her dress down, so her bare mound was completely visible surrounding her still plump and glistening lips. "Jake, your father instructed me to inform you that since you have gotten a promise out of me, it is your responsibility to carry out the punishment if I break my promise."

I thought about that, and then I realized the implication. "But if I have to stop spanking you if you tease me, that means that I have to keep spanking you if you don't."

My mother just lowered her eyes and nodded.

"I guess I'm going to have to learn to be more careful about what I say and do," I observed.

"I think that may be part of what your father is trying to accomplish," she said.

"And what is the other part," I asked.

"Well, I can never be sure about everything that he intends, but I believe he'd like to see you punish me more," she told me.

"As a punishment?" I asked.

She raised her eyes slightly, a blush rising to her face as she gave me an embarrassed glance. "As a reward," she murmured.

"I see," I said. "Maybe a reward for both of us?" She dropped her eyes again. I climbed the stairs to my room, stopping to kneel briefly and kiss her cheek. At the top of the stairs I turned back around to see her still laying there, her fingers lightly tracing her vaginal lips. I shook my head as I entered my room, thinking "A Norman Rockwell family we ain't."

That night at dinner, I discussed my plans for Gemma with my parents. I had expected dinner to be a little uncomfortable after the events of earlier in the day, but my parents acted as if it did not happen. Well, actually, I seemed to detect that my mother was acting slightly more deferential to me, but not outrageously so.

My father asked me a few specific questions about what I wanted to do, and my mother asked me about my intentions. I explained the situation with Gemma, how we were dating, how I broke it off, how I wouldn't take her virginity and how she convinced me that I should. My father agreed to my plan and instructed my mother to assist me in making the arrangements...

After dinner, my father called me into his study for a conversation.

"Sit down, son," he instructed. I did as he asked and waited nervously for him to continue.

"Do you realize that what you did with your mother today was not completely appropriate?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Do you know why?" he asked.

"Because she is my mother?" I replied uncertainly.

"That is certainly one reason. Can you think of another?" he asked.

I thought for a moment, and I realized what he was looking for. "Because she is your slave, and I did not ask your permission first?"

"That's correct," he said. "In most circumstances, that would be a huge violation of trust and protocol." He sat back and examined me for a moment before he continued. "In this case, I realize that it was partially my fault. I have been teasing you with your mother for a while now, and I have not laid down any strict boundaries for either of you. I did not make it clear what was and what was not acceptable, so I cannot fault you to too great of an extent."

He leaned forward again and looked at me intently. "I want you to absorb the fact that if this were a different situation, when you are out in the real world, this could be an unforgivable offense. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, sir," I replied contritely.

He sat back again and said, "What's done, however, is done. I have not had a chance to talk with your mother about this afternoon yet. We will be discussing it at length in the basement a little later. However, did she inform you of the consequences of your actions?"

"She told me that since I had made the threat, if she did not keep her promise I would have to follow through with my threat," I replied.

"And do you understand the ramifications of that?" he asked.

"It means that I'm going to have to spank her on a regular basis, so that if she breaks her promise I would stop," I replied.

"That is correct," he said. He was silent for a few minutes, and I sat there uncomfortably, waiting for him to continue.

"You realize that this changes your relationship with your mother?" he asked.

I nodded and said, "I think so, but I'm not sure how."

He smiled and said, "It's not as bad as all that. I guess if a son did that to a typical mother, it would make a huge difference. With your mother, it won't. Every day, practically, brings changes to every relationship you have. As you get older, your relationship with your parents naturally changes. What you know about your mother and me has already changed your relationship. What I've done to your mother in front of you has also changed your relationship.

"Your ability, requirement actually, that you spank your mother, does not imply any change in her maternal relationship with you. She is still your mother and you still have to obey her all of her parental decisions. If she tells you to get up and go to school, you may not spank her and tell her no. The spankings are for a specific reason, and you may not use it for any other.

"Permission to spank her does not imply permission to do anything else sexual. If you make her cum while you are spanking her, that is allowable. If you do not, she will be given permission to make herself cum, and you may watch that. But you may take it no further unless I give you and your mother explicit permission. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"OK then. I think once a week will be sufficient to encourage her to keep her promise, don't you?"

I nodded again.

"Now go and find your mother and tell her to come see me. Also tell her that before she comes in she should strip, put on her punishment collar, and crawl in with her crop between her teeth," he instructed.

"Yes, sir," I said, standing up to leave. I walked out and went to the kitchen where my mother was talking with Girl.

"Mom, your master has instructed that you go to him in his study wearing nothing but your punishment collar, crawling, with your crop between your teeth," I told her.

"Yes, sir," she said, as she walked very quickly out of the room, pulling her dress over her head as she went.

I turned to Girl and said, "You follow the same instructions, only in my room in 10 minutes."

"Yes, Sir!" she said happily as I was walking away.

On Tuesday, Gemma said, "You know, it's really not fair for you to make me wait a week!"

"I thought that most people waited till their proms," I said. "That would be a longer wait."

"This is quite long enough!" she retorted. "By the way, how fancy of a dress do I need?"

"Not quite prom, but something that you wouldn't be embarrassed going to a nice restaurant in."

"I can do that," she said.

On Friday Gemma told me where she'd be. "Joan's parents aren't home, so I'll be able to go over there and change, then get back in the morning before I go home. She already has my dress."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 8," I told her.

At 8 o'clock I pulled up in front of Joan's house and walked to the front door. I rang the bell, and Joan opened the door. "Nice suit," she said. I was wearing a black suit, with a red and blue tie. It wasn't a tuxedo, but it was definitely dressy. "Gemma will be down in a minute," she said. I guess there was an entrance to be made.

Joan tried to pry me for details, but I just told her that she'd have to ask Gemma about it tomorrow. In a few minutes, I heard Gemma walking down the stairs. I turned to look at her, and I liked what I saw. She was unveiled from the legs up, as she was exposed coming downstairs.

She was wearing black sandals with straps that ran around her ankles and part way up her calves. Her knees were playing peekaboo with the bottom of her black dress, which was cut in a ragged edge. Her hips were encased tightly, and her stomach was flat as a board. The neckline came down in a scoop, exposing the upper part of her pert breasts. Her makeup was lightly applied and her hair was done up in a loose bun with some strands artfully flyaway. All in all, she looked fabulous, and I told her so.

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Growing Up By Cassandra Mortan 1992 "Hey, baby. Everything ok. How's my boy?" "He's perfect, just like yesterday. He'll be perfecter tomorrow." "I bought him something today!" "You did?" "Yeah. We were eating lunch across from the toy store. I bought him a football." "He's three months old, silly." "You never can start training too early. The boy needs to learn to hit." "Yeah. Then, when his knees explode, we'll have a very...

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Growing Up Cindy

All constructive comments are welcome. Please e-mail to me: [email protected] or [email protected] Growing Up Cindy by Samantha Michelle My first memories are of my mommy playing dolls with me in my crib, and singing softly as she nursed me. I grew quickly, and I was a chatty little kid, and by four Mom would take me out to play with the other little girls. I remember always being dressed in skirts and layer after layer of soft, frilly underwear. I was treated...

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Growing Up Chapter3

She sits on the bed and takes me over her knees and gently, with a lot of lube from her nightstand, works her fingers into my butt hole, one and then two. The excitement of being penetrated gets my balls all tingly. Rubbing my crack up and down with lots of slick lubrication she makes sensations zing through my body. I’m grinding into her lap and my dick feels so good through the satin panties I’m wearing added to the silk she’s wearing. “Cindy, do you know where my special drawer is?” ...

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Growing up in a housefull of women Long version

GROWING UP IN A HOUSE FULL OF WOMENThis story is a little different than other stories I have written and submitted. Some of you may like it…Some of you won’t. (I suppose that is the norm with every story on this forum).This is part of my real life experiences. Yes. They are true.The main characters are as follows: Billy (Me), Aunt Judy (Thelma's Sister), Grandma Thelma, Cousin Kelly (Judy’s daughter), and my s!ster, Michelle. We all live in a very matriarchal household. I am the only boy in 5...

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Growing Up Chapter 5

I go back into my little world, keep my head down, graduate High School early and I’m off to college at 17. It's a small Liberal Arts College several hours away from the home I'm dying to get out of. I just keep on with my earlier routine of getting good grades and having few friends. Who knows? Maybe I'll just be celibate from now on. I live in a dorm and go by my real name, Kevin. My room mate studies a lot, as do I, but he goes home every weekend and I have the room to myself. My sex...

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Growing Up Together Ch 00

Author Notes: This is a work of pure fiction. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. I hope you all will enjoy what I have in store. Growing Up Together: Introduction Hello, my name is Maxwell Saberhagen and I would like to tell you all a story about how I and my childhood best friend, now my wife, Derisa Lynn Rayne-Saberhagen, grew up together doing the end of our high school years, what happened doing our college years, how we joined a secret club and how we finally tied the knot. I...

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Growing up Polygamy 3

“Why would you say something like that?”. I stood there with a pretty dumb look on my face after hearing Rachel tell me my first wife had to be one of my sisters. I would’ve been lying if the idea didn’t excite me a little, especially considering how close I’d recently become with two of my darling sisters. But still the actual act of marrying my own blood or in Catherine’s case half my own blood. It was even more taboo than fucking her up the arse. “Because its true, I can’t say...

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Growing up Polygamyby primo10

You know how as a young boy growing up you usually learned about sex through the internet, porn, etc…. I was not so fortunate growing up. My only way of releasing was with my hand and to my own thoughts. My parents were strictly religious and polygamists at that so as you could imagine I had an interesting childhood. My father was about 57 at this time when I was 18. I was the oldest boy with two older sisters, and I had 4 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers. My father had 4 wives,...

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Growing up Polygamy

You know how as a young boy growing up you usually learned about sex through the internet, porn, etc…. I was not so fortunate growing up. My only way of releasing was with my hand and to my own thoughts. My parents were strictly religious and polygamists at that so as you could imagine I had an interesting childhood. My father was about 57 at this time when I was 18. I was the oldest boy with two older sisters, and I had 4 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers. My father had 4 wives,...

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Growing Up

Part 1 – Me Growing up: mainly a true account with some artistic licence though: As one gets older and possibly wiser I find it strange how bits and pieces either accept or frowned upon years ago loose there so called mystery and often just become the norm. I wouldn’t say my particular parent’s had great liberal types but they did seem to have slightly different outlook on others as I was growing up. At the time I just accepted what happened as normal slightly eccentric behaviour however soon...

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Growing up with Sex

Just to provide a taste of my life, I grew up in a farming community, my parents were hard working middle class and I was your typical boy, average, but with a strong body and a typical boy scout, however I was turned on to sex by feeling my mom's undies in the clothes basket, and putting them on, hmmm, and great times followed. I will never forget the rock hard cock that erupted under the silky nylon and boy did I feel great. I was too afraid to cop a pair but did find my way to the hamper a...

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Growing up

I have spoken many times about women as exhibitionists, to one degree or another. To me, it’s certainly part of foreplay. If I’m going to have sex, whether it’s with my husband, or Another, I like to do the unwrapping. Standing a few feet away, unzipping my dress…………………… A real turn-on for me.I remember as a young girl. I’d be 12, or 13. I’d just started growing breasts and I had nice curvy hips. I’d started growing pubic hair and had a lovely dark triangle. I’d already started to get...

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Growing Up Fordfmicircpoundy Bonds

Written with inspiration from an unpopular post bysexaddict66This story is fictional and is based in an older simpler time: Our parents were very foregoing, OPEN, and gentle people who were very supportive of us in many unique and different ways. But overall happiness came to saddening halt when our Father, our Mother's Husband died after he caught a horrific fever during a cold and brutal winter 3 years past.-Later after we coped and moved on:One early weekend morning I was outside doing some...

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Growing up together

so my wife and i have been married 14 years pretty good years unitl one day I was using her phone arguing with our son when he hung up on me. When I went to call him back... up pops a picture (naked) of my gorgous latina wife with one tit hanging out. I of course went her and said what this??? My wife who seemed so innocent just hours before is now showing me her sex page and confessing the love of role play. angry at first i soon realized this gorgous woman with perfect round tits sexy wet...

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Growing Together Part One

GROWING TOGETHER – THE BUNTING FAMILY -  PART ONEPart One (Chapters 1 and 2) has been written to introduce the family members and others who are important to the story, and might be thought of as slow compared with later chapters, but please keep reading there is hot stuff to come !Chapter One – The Buntings – Meet the Family  Doug Bunting is a successful businessman who at 43, through sheer hard work and some shrewd stock speculation is now quite wealthy. He is of moderate height, 5’10”...

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Growing Together Part Three

GROWING TOGETHER – THE BUNTING FAMILY - PART THREE Part Three (Chapters 5, 6 and 7) GROWING TOGETHER - Chapter 5 - Toni’s story A few days earlier, before Liz and Doug began their intimacy, Laura walked into the kitchen after her morning shower wearing her usual brief underwear under a filmy dressing gown. Toni was already at work dressed in cool thin, wide legged cotton shorts that were almost indecently short, and a loose T shirt which failed to conceal that she wore no bra. Her...

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Growing UpChapter 11

The period starting with my suspension through Christmas was probably the worst time in my life. Frank and Eddie decided the maintenance area wasn't large enough in the barn so they built a large shop, using the lumber from the auction. I helped lay the forms and prepare the area for the contractor to come in and pour the flooring and we had the building ready in just over three weeks, due to rain delays and allowing time for the cement to set. I hated the days as it was either windy or...

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Growing TogetherChapter 13

"That's easy," Tanisha said. "I'm getting pretty tired of worrying about what's behind that door. I mean, I know it's not likely to be very good whatever it is, but the knowledge that it could be opened at any time by my brother when I'm least ready just makes things so uncertain. We've built up some pretty good defenses in case something should happen, but who knows what will happen if it does?" "Let me ask this," Joy replied thoughtfully. "It's been, what, going on five...

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Growing Up Never Ends

(I had the distinct pleasure of co-writing this story with the vibrant and sexy lesliejones whose brilliance at turning a phrase and using humiliation is without par. If you enjoyed this bit of erotica please send Leslie a note and thank her. – SplendidSpunk) My name is Emma and as the title suggests my life to this point, while not all that unusual in today's world, has been one where I've struggled to grow up and act my age. I was an OK child but by the time I was sixteen something changed...

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Growing Up with a whore

Contrary to what most people believe, growing up with a prostitute for a mother is not so bad. Most are good and take good care of their c***dren. They keep the young k**s protected by locking them up in a room while they service their clients. Most clients don't even know that the whore they are fucking has any k**s.As the k**s grow older, they start realizing that their mother is not normal. She doesn't socialize with other c***dren's parents and hardly participates in any after school...

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growing up in the deep south chapters 711

Chapter 7 I had asked Josh to not pester me about sucking my dick and I would consider going over to visit. Friday morning Josh woke me up stroking my hard dick, Josh said I told Joan you let me suck your dick made her hot as a firecracker. Called me all kind of nasty names while I was eating her pussy. Joan wants you to come over Saturday and help me fuck her. Josh was still stroking my dick; Josh leaned over and swallowed my dick then throat fucked himself until I shot a load in his throat. ...

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Growing Pains and Pleasures

I awake with a start to find the hand of my fourteen-year-old granddaughter Joanne wrapped around my hard shaft. She is naked! It feels exquisite! My memory reverted back to when I was fifteen and of my mother coming into my bedroom one morning with my sixteen-year-old sister Emily. As I struggled to construe the reason for the intrusion my mother whipped the covers off the bed to reveal my naked state and, most embarrassingly, my early morning erection! "Now that she's turned sixteen Emily...

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Growing Old Together Disgracefully

Pure fiction, Hazel is actually my wife but she loves me write stories like this and read them to her in bed as a form of foreplay.  Growing Old Together (Disgracefully) One afternoon last week, I was in the cafe of my local super market when I noticed my neighbour, Hazel, sitting at one of the tables. She was on her own so I went over and asked if she minded if joined her. She smiled up at me and nodded. When I was settled, I noticed she seemed to be down in the dumps so I asked her what was...

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Growing Up In The Country

The events that are unfolded here are all real and not just a part of my fantasy world that I must admit I do often sink into.I was born and lived in a small Village in the countryside of the East of England, and it was not too long after the war so most of the people around us were sort of poor (like us) and many were farmers too.Life was easy going and as a teenager who needed pocket money ? I was doing my daily "Paper Round" delivering news papers and magazines to many of the local farms...

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Growing Year Of Desperation

This story is a continuation of my previous story “Introduction of a seven year old in the world of sex”, thanks for all your feedback. Here I will talk about how a 7 year old child grows with desperation of sex, how he explores his fantasies. This edition doesn’t contain any sex story , only experience and memories of growing years, I bet most of will be able to relate to it, seat back and enjoy :). Days went dull after maid Anitha left work at our home. Somehow I managed to bring my...

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Growing Up In Healy

Growing up in Healy would not have been considered "fun" by most kids in America. Most kids wouldn't have thought it a great place to live. Jill and David Roberts, and their best - and only, to tell the truth - friends Chrissy and Mark Fenster didn't know the difference when they were little. After what happened to them last summer, they'll probably never want to leave Healy. They think it's a GREAT place to live. It all started when they were babies. Jill and Mark were both born the...

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Growing Up Chapter 11

I am Cool Joe Sophomore on campus. I get lots of hugs and attention from the sorority sisters. People look at me like I'm some kind of stud! I'm updated on what everyone did over the summer. . . . . . Shannon sees me. "well hello beautiful boy. Did you have a good summer?" "I surely did. Are you still a virgin?" "Of course sir! And I'm engaged!" She shows me a huge ring. "Wedding is in June, you'll get a save the date notice." "You think that's appropriate? Inviting...

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Growing Up CH1

First I'll explain myself. It was one more year ‘till I got my learner’s permit. I was a freshman, not masculine, slim arms and hips, narrow shoulders. I grew long dark brown hair that I kept hidden mostly under a cap or a beanie and sometimes in a ponytail so nobody really noticed how long it was. Brown eyes. I was pale, long legs, a few inches over 5 feet, fresh white skin with ruddy cheeks, (the zit demon had skipped me over). Hairless arms and nearly hairless legs, just a very light...

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Growing up7

Growing up I was always getting into trouble with my curiosity. If I had interest in anything, I would jump in and see what happens. Some good and some bad results happened but I always learned from my mistakes and if curious enough I kept at it until I was satisfied. From swimming, diving, sports, mechanics, gardening, fishing, hunting and entrepreneur-ism. I loved reading and would live at the libraries on weekends just to read all kinds of different subject matter. My dad would always...

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Growing Up In the Backwoods of Alaska

Our house was small, it had initially only been intended to hold our parents as a means to be close to work without having to travel for several hours to get to the substation. It at the time only had one bedroom with an attached bathroom. When were born they added a wing to one side that became a new master suite for them. Since we had been young at the time they had not worried about building a second room since it was easier to heat the house the way it was now. Over time everyone was so...

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Growing Pains Redemption

This is a sequel to Betrayal (Story on this site). You might want to read that first. Chapter I ‘You want me to do what?’ Simon asked with a furrowed brow and Rhea folded her arms defensively across her bosom. ‘A tattoo. Remind you of who your girlfriend is, as you seem to have problems remembering,’ Rhea replied coldly and the three people in the crowded tattoo studio turned to look at an embarrassed Simon. ‘I know love, but a tattoo?’ Simon whispered in a low voice. ‘Is it really...

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Growing up

Growing up, it was just my mother and I, and she was a busy woman, being upper management for a local aerospace company. I was a good student and seemed well – behaved, so she pretty much allowed me to ‘run free’ from the age of 12 or 13. As long as I did my chores, did well in school, and she had no problems to worry about at home, I was rewarded with plenty of spending money and time to explore my interests. I was confused for a long time, and did a lot of reading on the internet. I knew...

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Growing Pains

Tip: This is a slow burner loosely based on my experiences. If you want something to wank off to, skip to the chapter First Date and the options that lead off from there. Don woke to the electronic buzz from his alarm. He rolled onto his side and reached for the snooze button. On pressing it, he heard the familiar pitter-patter of feet on the stairs. "Go away!" The steps continued to his door. "Bruce, basket... Now. I'll walk you tonight." Don then bolted upright in bed. "Shit! I mentioned the...

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growing up in the deep south 50s

I come from a broken home Dad went to jail when for burglary I was 13 Mama didn’t care what happened as long as she had a man and some booze. The summer I turned 14 things changed in a big way when I discovered that even though I was on the smaller side I had grown a man size dick. I had been jacking off for 2 years after discovering quite by accident the joy of masturbating. It all started while in the tub bathing as I washed my dick it became very hard and felt good rubbing it. The more I...

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growing up

i had a super crush on my friends mom growing up, i stole her panties and bras and hot clothes , whatever i could get my hands on you know, they lived right behind me in a small village almost rural, doors never locked. when they were home i just walked right in. i was over all the time. even tried some peeping tom type stuff but not super into it. shit started to get real though around 14-15 yrs old about 2005. the mom(stephanie) caught the husband cheating on her with this super young chick...

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