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Memories of days past
Sex was always a weird thing around the house, growing up. Earliest memories I have are of my mom taking me along to visit an older man, a race horse owner living on the racetrack property. I remember entering his quarters there with her, welcomed by te sight of the man lying on his bed, his hard cock out of his pants. It looked huge to me. I was given some toy to play with in a basin of water, with instructions only to look at what I was doing in the basin, nowhere else. I did not do exactly as instructed, stealing a few quick glances every little now and then, to catch my mom leaning against the old man on his bed, stroking his cock and sucking on it, alternating with twirling her tongue around the huge crimson cockhead while he had his hand under her top and obviously playing with her tits (she was rather slender, with C cups I found out later) until he shot some white liquid which she took in her mouth. Afterward, they got up, he adjusting his pants and her adjusting her top.
At home, bet siteleri I would occasionally hear springs creaking; later, I would figure they were having sex. My dad would also sleep in every Sunday morning; walking past my parents’ bedroom, I would usually catch his hard cock sticking out of his boxers. I would take a good look every time, cautious not to get caught staring at his hard, uncut, perfect cock; he must have been close to 7 inches. I would go back and forth a couple of times. Same scene every Sunday morning.
Meanhwhile, it seemed that seeing my mom’s pussy or breasts was impossible, some kind of verboten activity; while my sister was allowed inside her bedroom while my mom was getting dressed and ready for work, it was absolutely out of the question that I be there too. Which got me thinking that there ought to be something really nasty about women’s sexy bits. Like I was reminded before I was even old enough to go to school. when the superintendent at our building thought he had caught bedava bahis me watching a little girl my age while she was peeing, maybe even showing off to me! Turns out that, being ever the gentleman even back then, I had turned my back to her and was looking away so she could pee comfortably. Being the oldest in my family, I then found out that no matter what, being the oldest made me “responsible” for whatever, and was a good rationale for getting beaten, regardless of my strong denials; I had been caught by the super, that was his impression, he was an adult, I was just a k**, and being the oldest I had to serve as an example.
Later, when our hormones got in overdrive, my buddies would voice their opinions on my mom’s looks; she was stacked, and usually wearing low-cut tops showing ample cleavage. Some of my buddies were getting hardons just from being allowed inside the house! And since I would often get free shots down her nightie in the morning, or seeing her erect nipples pushing bedava bonus against the thin fabric of her nightie, needless to say I was having a hard time not getting hard around her. To try to avoid getting hard, I was masturbating at least once, often twice, daily. When I was particularly aroused, I would often push it to three times, even to five times sometimes! I usually stroked to completion as a sleeping aid. I was also fantasizing about my mom. Once, I had to be up by a certain time for an appointment.Being a hard sleeper, an alarm clock could not wake me up; usually, my mom would come to my bedroom and wake me up verbally, or shaking my arm or shoulder. That time, I remember waking up while I heard her footsteps coming nearer to my (closed) door. I realized that my very hard, almost painfully hard, cock was sticking out of my pajamas, and the covers were off, so my morning glory was there for anybody walking into my room to see. I decided to give her a show while retending to be asleep; maybe, who knows, I could get a squeeze, or better… Unfortunately, the only thing that happened was, I sensed, she stood there for a moment, probably assessing the situation, then put my covers back on me, and then proceeded to wake me up. Oh well…
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