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my sexual beginniings…My Dad died when I was 13, that was a tough year. He wasn’t to much of dad as he had his face in a bottle most of the time and the other times he was sleeping. He goes to work one morning and I never saw him alive again. Life goes on.At some point my mom was back to wearing these night gowns, you know the kind that comes to about mid thigh, the almost shear, lacy top that showed off her nipples. Yes I looked that hard. And then she started dating.She never brought her guys home. No over nighters but on occasion she would come home quite drunk. This was like in 1968, she had color Tv in her room and the only window AC unit in the house so when she was out at night I would go into her room and watch TV. She didn’t care, most times she gaziemir escort would come home and go into the bathroom and change into her night gown and then come into the room and slide in under the sheets.This all changed one night when she came home so drunk I had to help her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She wanted me to help her get undressed. I was 14 and I remember thinking that I will see her naked….finally. I unbuttoned her white blouse, her white bra slowly being uncovered, her soft white breasts pushing out from under the bra. Then I had her stand and I unsnapped her skirt, pulling the zipper on the side down and the skirt was falling to the floor. She sat back down, her head nodding back and forth. I went and gaziemir escort bayan got her night gown and got behind her on the bed. I reached out and unsnapped her bra. It fell away and I remember her cupping her breasts, hiding them. I lowered the gown down over her head and she slid her arms into the holes. I told her to stand up and let the gown fall down over her thighs and when she did I pulled her back onto the bed and laid on top of her. My weight holding her down, she struggled and I kissed her. A full mouth with my tongue dancing in her mouth with her tongue….she was kissing me back. Slowly it went to that point I had always fantasized about. My hardness against her thighs, her abdomen, and finally feeling her wetness escort gaziemir on the tip of my cock. As we kissed she was saying no johnny no, this isnt right….but she was kissing me, holding my ass cheeks pulling me tighter, my cock sliding further in……The next morning she was mad. She went to the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. I followed and went in behind her and started washing her back. She told me what I did was wrong and it should never happen again. As I soaped up her back she turned and my soapy hands were washing her breasts and I couldn’t stop. I leaned in and kissed her and again she was kissing me back. Her hands found my hardness and we pressed our bodies together and I felt her raising her leg and pressing my cock into her slit. This went on for decades. I was married twice, I would tell them I was going over to see my mom and I would be there for several hours. No one ever suspected. It is one of my fondest memories and honestly I don’t know why I am writing this. Maybe I will expand on it at a later time.
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