When I was five years old, I was playing underneath the kitchen-table. My mom was sitting at the table, with her nylon-clad legs stretched out. She had kicked off her shoes.
For some reason, I lost interest in my toys. I was fascinated by mom's feet. I touched them, rubbed them, played with her toes. I put my face closer and I could smell them. I liked the smell so much, I kissed mom's feet. She hadn't moved her feet away, so she mustn't have minded too much..........
But I noticed an aching pressure in my willie. Not exactly painful, just uncomfortable. I tried to make it go away by rubbing it, like I rub my head when I bang it..........
When I was eleven, I found a magazine. It was full of stories and colour pictures of naked men and women. I felt hot and strange all over as I looked at them - as if I was coming down with the 'flu. The women had something weird and furry between their legs. At first, I thought they were injured. The men had these really, really BIG willies, which looked nothing like mine - sort of.....naked and purple.
And the men and women were doing things together, I didn't understand. The women were putting the willies in their mouths and also inside that weird place between their legs. And in some pictures, it looked like the men were peeing - but their pee was white! There was one picture, where two women were lying on the bed touching each other between the legs, another where a woman was on her knees and a man was putting his willy in her bum-hole! I was very confused by all this.
The pictures I liked best, were the ones where the women were wearing stockings and pretty shoes- just like my mother did. At least I thought I liked them. I wasn't real sure though - because it made my willy hurt to look at them.
I thought about asking my mom to explain the pictures to me - but then I hid the magazine instead. Maybe I'd ask tomorrow..........
I had read all the stories in the magazine. Some of them many times. I couldn't stop looking at the pictures. Slowly, I started to figure a few things out. This is what mom and dad must be doing at night, when I heard moaning and creaking noises coming from their room. I wondered if they would let me watch, if I was good and asked them real nice? I tried to look through the key-hole, but the bed was in the wrong place.
I still didn't understand why my willy was hurting so often now.
I found a Barbie-doll. When I took it's clothes off, it didn't look much like the women in the magazine. But I tried out some of the pictures. When I put my willy between it's legs, nothing much happened. But in one of the pictures, a man was rubbing his thing all over a woman's boobs. When I tried that, it felt really good.
And then, I got the shock of my life - I thought, I had broken my willy..........
I had been rubbing my willy with Barbie's boobs, and noticed that it felt better when her boob is - sort of - "inside" my willy. So I had been pulling back the skin and rubbing Barbie on the purple bit inside.
And then it happened.
One day, I pulled too hard and my willy seemed to turn itself inside-out! I was terrified!!! I thought, I had broken it. Crying, I tried to stuff it back inside - and it worked!
It took me a couple of days, before I had the courage to touch my willy again. It looked the same, and - after a bit - I started experimenting again - carefully. Soon, I could get it to turn inside-out and back again, whenever I wanted. And pulling the skin up and down felt even better than rubbing it with Barbie's boobs.
And to my amazement I realized, that when my willy was inside out - it looked almost like the willies of the men in the magazine..........
My parents' friend stayed with us on occasion. I couldn't stand him and tried to avoid him.
But one day, he cornered me. He touched my face, which made me feel queasy all over. Then he put his mouth on mine and kissed me. He kept his mouth open, and it was a horrible, slobbery kiss. I felt, like my face was being eaten by an octopus. I stood still as a statue, waiting for him to just go away. When he finally did, I ran to the bathroom and washed his slobber off my face. I was too scared to tell my parents, because I thought, they might punish me. I would just have to try harder to avoid him..........
I was 12, when my mother caught me.
I came out of the toilet, carrying the cigar-box with the collection of pictures, I had been cutting out of magazines and such. My favourite was one of Sophia Loren in black stockings and suspenders.
She wanted to see what was in the box and I had to show her. I was so embarrassed! I stuttered something about selling them to the boys in school, in exchange for coins, which I save up to buy SF dime novels. I hoped she believed me!
I spent a lot of time on the toilet. My pecker was always hurting - no - I guess, it was more like itching. I always feel like rubbing it. Often when I did, white stuff came out of it's pee-hole. Just like the men in the magazines. It felt marvellous!
My aunt and uncle stayed with us for a few days. I nearly got caught peeping at them through the keyhole. I knew what they were doing, even though I couldn't really see it. They were sitting in chairs opposite each other. She had her feet in his lap, and I am sure, she was rubbing his dick with them, just as I saw in the magazine.
And then I found something, which just blew my mind!
So my parents were out of the house. I decided to rummage through their bedroom, hoping to find another magazine.
In a bottom drawer, I found a big box. When I opened it, I couldn't believe my eyes.
There was a white vibrator.
A big rubber dick.
And two polaroids of my mother, naked.
In one, she is standing next to the bed, one foot on the bed, and has the vibrator inside her pussy.
My god, she was beautiful! Long, black hair, firm boobs, neat bush, and perfect legs.
In the other picture, she is lying on the bed - legs spread wide - and I could see EVERYTHING.
I got so hard, I thought my pecker was going to explode.
And then I heard the front door open..........
I began sneaking the toys and photos into my room whenever I thought I could get away with it. One at a time - hoping they would think they misplaced one, if they couldn't find it.
I didn't know which was the best. The vibrator felt great on my pecker, and when I used it, I came very strongly. But I was always scared they would hear it.
The rubber dick smelled of mom's pussy, and I loved sniffing it, as I jacked off.
The pictures of my mother though, were probably the best. I imagined myself doing all the things I saw in the magazine, with her.
One day, it was the rubber dick's turn again. But it smelled different. I dunno - sort of like dark chocolate, after having milk-chocolate. I tried to figure it out, and thought about all the pictures I had seen. But it remained a mystery. I liked the smell - but mom's pussy smelled way better!
And then my life was over..........
The box was gone. My toys were gone. The photos of my beautiful, sexy mom were gone. I could have cried!
And then it hit me. Maybe they found out? Oh-god! What was I going to say, if they asked me about it!!!!
Well, nobody said anything. So - as soon as they were out of the house, I started looking everywhere for their new hiding-place. But I couldn't find it. I did find a novel though. It had some very interesting sex-stories in it, but no pictures. Still - I read it whenever they were out of the house. I didn't dare borrow it.
But mostly I fantasized about mom. Around the house, she usually wore nothing but a house-coat. I always tried to sneak a peek underneath, but hadn't seen anything yet. One day, she was on her hands and knees, scrubbing a stain out of the carpet. I stood behind her, watching her bum sway back and forth and got soo hard! I wanted to lift her housecoat and put my pecker inside her pussy SOOO BAD! I wished, I wasn't so scared.
When she went out, or they had parties, my mother dressed up like a movie-star. All hair and makeup. beautiful dresses, nylons and sexy high heels.
I was in bed - reading - one night. She came in, all dressed up, and sat on the edge of the bed, facing me.
Oh god! How I wanted to stroke her nyloned legs, touch her thighs, kiss her feet, smell her pussy.
I would have given anything, if she had just touched my pecker - which was so hard, it was painful.
As she was talking to me, I tried not to be obvious about looking up her skirt, but her legs were together, depriving me of a glimpse of her panties. I was urging my hand to reach out and touch her leg - casually, of course - but I didn't have the courage. Too soon, she went - leaving me with one last look of her delicious bum and glorious legs..........the opportunity was gone..........
I had been missing mom's rubber dick. Sometimes, when jacking off, I tried to imagine smelling her scent again, but it wasn't the same.
Then I found mom's nylons in the laundry. I touched them, loving the feel, thinking of mom's legs. I kissed them, imagining kissing mom's feet, and noticed that they smelled....nice. It didn't smell nasty, like uncle Pete's feet. And it definitely didn't smell like Rubber Willy. But it was nice - and it was HER's. As I breathed deeply, I had an idea..........
The next evening, I rummaged through the laundry-basket, until I found mom's dirty knickers. As I had hoped, they smelled a bit like Rubber Willy. I started doing this every day. Often, you could hardly smell anything at all. But sometimes, the smell was very strong. Then I snuck the knickers into my room, or the toilet, and jacked off, while sniffing them - imagining my face buried deep in mom's pussy.
I was going past their bedroom one night, when I heard moaning and creaking from inside. My pecker immediately got hard and I stopped to listen.
I pulled my pecker out of my pyjamas and - as I was rubbing it - I wondered if I could get away with opening the door just a tiny crack, so I could watch them.
With mom's moaning getting louder, and my pecker throbbing ever harder, I couldn't stand it anymore. I reached out and ever so slowly turned the door-handle. I gave the door the tiniest push, and..........
I don't think, I had ever been so frightened in my life. When I pushed the door, it gave out an enormous CRACK. My heart stopped - and I was flying down the hallway. I dove under my sheets and hoped I would die before dad came in to kill me.
After a looong time, I finally realised, that no-one was coming. I couldn't relax though, wondering if I was going to be interrogated in the morning..........
When I was 13, I was still sniffing mom's knickers, whenever I could. One day, they smelled of pee. This excited me. I went to jack off, sniffing her knickers, and imagined licking mom's pussy, tasting both her usual scent and licking off a bit of pee.
When I was in the bath that night, I needed to pee. Usually, I just let it go in the water. But this time, I peed into the detachable shower-head. When I was finished, I dipped a finger into it and tasted it. I wasn't sure about what to expect, but I liked the taste. I lifted the shower-head and dipped my tongue in the liquid. Then I sipped some, but it made me cough. But I found that, as long as I didn't let it reach my throat, I could swirl my pee around my mouth. I loved the taste, but not once it got cold.
Now, when I went to the toilet to pee, I often peed on my fingers and tasted it, imagining it was mom's pee. I wondered what it would be like, having her pee just as I was licking her pussy..........
And then I found something new..........
I was still hoping to find those two photos of mom - and maybe a few more.
Dad's desk-drawer was usually locked, but it was open one day. I found a diary, and when I started reading, I realised that he was writing down everything that he and mom were doing in bed. It wasn't anywhere near as interesting as some of the stories I had read; but it was exciting, reading descriptions of mom giving dad head, for example. If I could only feel her mouth around my willie!
There was also a booklet. I glanced through it, and knew I needed time to absorb what I was reading. What a dilemma. If I put the book back, the drawer would be locked next time. If I took the book, dad was bound to notice it missing.
But I just HAD to satisfy my curiosity!
Well. Who knew.
I had been reading and re-reading the booklet I found. At first it was confusing, but the more I read, the more excited I got.
It was all about guys doing things with each other, which I thought they only did with women. They also tied each other up and whipped each other, but that didn't interest me. I tried to avoid getting a hiding from dad.
They put their dicks in each other's bum-holes - which explained the time mom's dildo smelled and tasted differently.
And they spent a lot of time sucking each other's dicks. I wondered if that's what my parent's slobbery friend was after *shudder*.
I was really turned on by descriptions of drinking each other's sperm. I wondered what that would be like.
Wow - mom could suck my willie, while I was sucking dad's. Wouldn't that be AWESOME!
I just had to know, what it tastes like..........
So started trying to suck my own dick. It was very frustrating. My tongue couldn't quite reach.
Once, I managed to just touch it, with the tip of my tongue, and it was like getting electrocuted - only nice. But I nearly broke my back doing it, and stopped trying.
I continued experimenting with drinking own cum though. I was missing out on so much. Mom's pussy-juices. Dad's cum. Mom's pee. Maybe dad's pee too? Some days I was so frustrated, I could have cried..........
Uncle Pete came to stay for a week in the spare room upstairs. He drank a lot.
One morning, he didn't come down for breakfast. Eventually, mom sent me upstairs to fetch him. I knocked on the door a couple of times, but he didn't answer. So I just went in.
Uncle Pete was lying sprawled out on the bed, snoring heavily. He was only wearing y-fronts, and his dick was hanging out.
Instead of waking him, I just stood there and stared.
It was a biggish one. Not as big as some of the ones, I had seen in pictures, but way bigger than mine. It had a huge, purple head and was moving slightly with Pete's heavy breathing.
I tip-toed as close as I dared, so I could get a better look. I studied the smooth swollen head, and the veins along the thick shaft. Pete was still snoring heavily, and I wondered if he would wake up should I run my fingertips along his shaft.
I bent closer and saw a drop of liquid at the tip of his penis. I knew, how sweet my pre-cum tasted and couldn't help myself.
I stuck out my tongue, towards his penis-head..........
I still wonder what would have happened, if mom hadn't called out from the bottom of the stairs. Uncle Pete started stirring, and I bolted for the door - stuttering something about breakfast.
*sigh*
I was 14, when I finally found my parent's new hiding-place. I found the vibrator again. No photos, and no dildo. But something new.
There was a rubber sleeve. I figured out, that one end fits over the vibrator, and the other bit - which is ribbed on the inside - well, I couldn't wait to try it out.
I waited till I was home alone, grabbed the toys and eagerly threw myself on the bed. I had a panic-attack, when I tried to turn the vibrator on, because nothing happened. I thought it might not have batteries in it. But after giving it a desperate shake, it started buzzing satisfactorily.
I fitted the sleeve on to it and slopped some baby-oil on my dick - which was already straining in anticipation.
Oh wow - when I pushed my dick inside the vibrating sleeve, I came almost instantly. It was sooo much better than my hand. I must have spent at least half an hour with this new toy. Sometimes I just used the vibrator, which feels particularly good around the rim, and on the underside of my dick-head. But I came four times inside the sleeve, before I started getting sore.
It was only after my parents were back home, that I realised I hadn't wiped my cum out of the sleeve..........
I was borrowing the toys whenever I could. My parents usually took my baby sister for walks on weekends and evenings. I always said, I had too much homework. As soon as they were gone, I played.
Often, I didn't bother using the vibrator. Just the sleeve. I got on my knees and thrust myself inside it, pretending it was mom's pussy. Or I lay on my back and slowly slid the sleeve up and down over my dick, imagining it being mom's mouth.
I found a new use for the vibrator as well. I understood now, why guys screwed each other's bum-holes. I could only get the tip of the vibrator inside - maybe an inch or so - but it felt great.
But I knew, that nothing could compare with mom's pussy. Couldn't she see how much I wanted her? If she came and sat on my bed then, I know I would have touch her thigh..........
There was only one person who could compete with my mother, in my wet dreams:
Aunty Tania had been staying with us. She'd stayed with us twice before, but hadn't been for a long time.
I knew, she wasn't really my aunt because she was coal-black.
Mom told me, that she was from Brazil and I was always terrified of her. I thought she was a cannibal, would eat me, and take my shrunken head back to her tribe to show off.
That year, I looked at her differently.
Tania was tall - as tall as my dad. She had these long, firm legs that just went on forever and ended in the most perfect ass I've ever seen. Breasts bigger than mom's. Wore wigs like Tina Turner. Dressed even sexier than my mom. And wore really high wedges. Only she never wore nylons, but then her perfect legs didn't need them. I could imagine running my tongue up her legs. They were so long, I would need forever to get to the top....
So - with Tania prancing around the house, I was feeling even more frustrated than usual. They all went out a lot, which meant mom dressing up almost every day as well. I felt so frustrated, I would have fucked myself in my own arse, if I could..........
One morning, Mom sent me upstairs, with a message for Tania. Remembering Uncle Pete, I knocked on the door and waited.
When the door opened, I couldn't breathe. Tania was wearing nothing but a VERY short, VERY see-through nightie. Her large areolas seemed close enough for me to stretch out my tongue and lick. Just below the nightie, her bush was just begging for me to run my fingers through it.
I didn't know where to look first. And forgot all about my message. For a moment she said nothing, then she laughed and asked me what I wanted.
Oh jeez - what do I want - I want to get down on my knees and bury my face between your thighs. I want to watch you take my cock deep inside your mouth - I want to lick EVERY inch of your body..........
Instead, I stuttered out my message, she said ok, turned around and walked away, leaving the door open.
When I say "walked", it is not really accurate, she moved like the Nubian goddess, that she was. Her butt-cheeks were doing things, I didn't think were possible. I nearly moaned with frustration and desire.
When I went back downstairs, my dick was in ultra-urgent need of attention. I jacked off like a mad-man, and came almost instantly. This didn't alleviate my need in the slightest. If anything, I was now even randier. I needed a fuck more than I had ever before..........
I guess it was not really an emergency, but it seemed pretty urgent to me at the time.
So I ran down the hallway and burst into my parent's bedroom.
If only, I could have slowed time down to a crawl - but I only had 3-4 precious seconds to take it all in, before my dad's angry bellow: "Get the fuck out!"
As I staggered away - mortally wounded - so many emotions were flooding my body. Shock - envy - anger - lust - jealousy. I needed time to sort it all out..........
What I saw, when I burst into my parent's bedroom, was more exciting than any picture I've ever seen. I just wish, I'd had time to really absorb all the details of the scene.
Mom was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide.
Tania was kneeling between her legs and was licking mom's pussy.
Dad was standing at the end of the bed, grabbing Tania's butt, and was fucking her from behind.
I was still running the image through my mind, desperately trying to recall more details, when dad found me. I was too distracted to really worry about the consequences, but it didn't matter anyway.
He gave me some lame story about Tania being ill and needing a massage, and I shouldn't tell her boyfriend (who comes around occasionally).
I was flabbergasted. Did he really think, I was that dumb?!
I just nodded and wandered off, still running the precious few frames of the sexiest scene I had ever seen through my mind.
But then I became angry. It just was NOT FAIR! Why did Tania get to play with them and not me! Why did they allow her into their bed, while I had to lie next door, listening to them making out.
Why couldn't I taste my mom's delicious pussy-juices! Why wouldn't dad let me suck his big dick! Why wasn't I allowed to bury my aching cock inside mom's wet cunt!
I'd been fantasizing about the possibilities for years now. Mom sucking me off, while I'm swallowing dad's cum. Dad sucking me, while I am slurping mom's pussy. Watching mom suck dad, while I am fucking her. Getting fucked by dad, while mom is sucking me.........
My days and nights were filled with torturous images of me and mom, or all three of us together. And Tania just waltzed in and got to have all the fun.
Life SUCKED!
Auntie Renate wasa staying with us for a while. She and her husband probably had another fight.
She worked as a secretary and during the week always looked sexy. Makeup, blouse, skirt, nylons, heels. As if I wasn't frustrated enough already.
She had the bedroom opposite my sister's. In the afternoons I rushed home from school, and quickly finished my homework. Then - before Aunt Renate came home from work, I hid in sis's room, closed the drapes, and left the door open just a crack.
While I waited, I imagined scenarios like - her underneath her bosses desk, giving him a blow-job. By the time, she came upstairs, I was already hard, but I never started stroking, until the show began.
Aunt Renate always had the same routine. She went into her room, leaving the door open. She dropped her handbag and took off her jacket, if she was wearing one. Next, she took her shoes off. I think that was my favourite part. She wore these strappy high heels, placed one foot at a time on the chair, undid the straps, lets the shoes drop and gave her feet a little rub.
Next, she took off her blouse. Sometimes, she left her bra on, sometimes she took it off, giving me a nice view of her breasts. They weren't very big, but a nice, perky shape.
Next, she wriggled out of her skirt. She wore these tiny panties, and I loved it best, when she had her back to me, because she had a very nice ass. (Not as nice as Tania's though....*sigh*).
She always wore straps and nylon stockings, so took them off next, using the chair again. Sometimes, she remained standing, and I loved looking at her breasts and the shape of her butt. Sometimes she sat down, raised one leg at a time, and slid her nylons off that way. That was usually when I couldn't hold it anymore and came into the wad of tissues I'd been holding ready.
Often, that was the end of the show, as she'd put on some sweat-pants and a jumper (*ugh*).
Sometimes though, she'd take her panties off as well (I would sniff them later). She'd walk around naked for a bit - doing whatever - and I got to look at her tidy little bush. If I had already cum, that just made me hard again.
A few times, I was really lucky - she'd bend down to pick up her discarded clothes - and, if the angle was just right - I'd get a glimpse of her cunt..........
All of which ended, the day she must have heard a noise. She stopped what she was doing and stared at my door.
I tried to quietly sidle behind the door, but the floor creaked alarmingly. I froze and stopped breathing.
I could hear Auntie Renate coming and stopping outside the door. I knew she was listening and kept holding my breath. What would I do, if she came in. I'd already missed out on so much. Fantasies of Mom and Tania were still torturing me. I told myself that, if she came in, I would tell her, how sexy she was and that I wanted to make love with her.
I heard her walk back to her room, and close the door. It remained closed evermore..........
Epilogue:
And thus ends a boy's torturous journey of discovery. This being a true story, and not fiction - the boy never did get the girl. For years to come, he would still fantasize about the delicious possibilities, his mother's sexy body might have offered, if only he'd had the courage to act on his need and desires.
He finally lost his virginity at the age of 17. To a woman 7 years older, with two kids and a husband. Seven years of ever-growing frustration were finally released in an orgy of non-stop fucking. The first night, he didn't stop for hours. He came at least half a dozen times, before his dick finally went soft. They were both rather sore in the morning.
It was to be many, many more years before he finally got to indulge another of his fantasies, and finally swallowed his first load of cum..........
But that..........is another story..........
I would be interested to hear from anyone who has similar memories of teenage frustration. Also from any mothers who sensed their sons might be lusting for them.
