I’ve fantasized about my parents for as long as I can
remember. I’ve never gotten to live those fantasies
but I have had sex with my brother and sister. My wife
Kirstin and I play around with others – men and women.
She’s fucked my brother many times and loves watching
he and I fuck and suck each other, and she and I have
each had sex with her brother.
I’ve fantasized sexually about my mother in all sorts
of ways – from innocent to really kinky. She’s attrac-
tive (platinum blond hair [reddish blond pubic hair],
blue eyes, 5’2″ tall, C-cup breasts, tan lines in the
summer).
When I was young my parent’s bedroom was at the end of
the hall. My room was such that if my door was open and
their bedroom door open a few inches, I had a line of
sight to the door of Mom’s walk-in closet which she
used as a dressing room. On many nights I would see her
walking into her closet in only bra and panties. Often
she would be un-hooking her bra as she walked, on rare
occasions she would already have taken off her bra and
I would get a side view of her breast.
I would wait and she would come out in her night gown
or, again rarely, topless to get something from the
bedroom or topless and holding her gown which she would
put on as she stood next to her bed.
I was (and am) just fascinated with my mother’s naked
body. At the time I first was aware of Mom’s body I was
ten or eleven which would make her 36 or 37 years old
at that time. I would stroke myself waiting to get a
glimpse of her. The views I’ve described would form the
basis for my masturbation fantasies which would branch
off in all directions.
The key fantasy I can first recall having, is that she
would come out of her walk-in closet wearing only her
panties (low-cut bikinis). Rather than walk out of
view, she would keep walking to her door and down the
hall to my room. I can just imagine the sight of her –
firm breasts accented by distinct tan lines, dark
nipples and aeriola, hint of her thick bush showing
through the thin material of her panties.
Mom would come into my room and right up to my bed. I’d
be scared to death and trying to hide my obvious hard-
on. She would sit on the side of my bed and give me a
comforting look. The following exchange would occur:
“Do you like what you see honey?”
“I, uhm I don’t – what do you mean?”
“You know very well what I mean. I mean my body – do
you like Mommy’s body?”
“It’s not, I’m not supposed to . . .”
“It’s alright honey, I know you’re not supposed to, I
know it’s naughty – that’s why your cock is so hard
right now – because it’s so naughty! Now, do you like
what you see?”
“I like it very much Mom! You’re really pretty!”
Mom would lean down and kiss me. She’d kiss me hard
and stroke my face and neck with her fingers. Finally
she’d break the kiss, straighten up and stroke her
fingers over my bare chest (I usually slept in just
pajama bottoms). She’d move her hand down to my boner
and stroke me. I can just imagine the way her breasts
would move as she stroked me – the feel of my own
Mother’s hand on my cock! She’d continue that until I
came – squirting my cum all over my belly and chest as
Mom slid her hand up and down my cock.
My first experience with other boys was with two
brothers, one was my age and the other two years
younger. I was ten or eleven years old. We spent a
lot of time hanging out at a local pool in the
summers. One day the three of us were in the shower
after swimming. It had turned cold but we were the
last to leave the pool.
We were screwing around and Tim, the older brother,
dared Art, his brother, to suck him. Next thing, Art
was on his knees with Tim’s cock in his mouth. I
remember being very turned on by this sight. Next,
Art offered to suck me and, of course, I said yes.
Tim watched us and stroked himself.
After Art sucked me for a while, I returned the favor
and sucked both brothers. I liked this the best. I can
still remember the excitement of being on my knees in
that shower sucking these two guy’s cocks. There’s no
doubt I was turned on by being in this submissive
position.
We had several “circle-jerks” after that, but never
sucked each other again. My next experience with boys
was with my brother which I’ll share if you’re
interested.