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After my divorce I started to drink alot. I'm the mother of six children and we were abandoned by my husband and their father. As my drinking processed to get me to the point of becoming a black out drinker and then I would pass out cold. Years later I learned that while I was in the black out point of my drinking I would make sexual advances on one of my sons who was only 13 teen but was the spitting image of his father. I learned that I would try to undress him while also undressing myself. He always rejected me because I'm his mother and I was always piss ass drunk. I must have started something in him because years later I discovered that my 13 year old son started sneaking into my bedroom late at night and would touch and feel me up. This ended with him having sex with me without me knowing anything about it because I was in a black out and passed out cold from so much drink. I only discovered this because I day I was cleaning the basement and I found a hidden box with pictures of me passed out on my bed naked and spread wide open for all to see. I looked at all of the pictures and saw my son with his penis in my mouth and him inside of me having sex. There was over 100 pictures of me and some of him and me. I learned that my son had been having sex with me for over 6 years and I never had a clue. I'm so ashamed of myself for being a drunk.
I screwed up my relationship and it ended because I was too scared to tell the truth. Unknowingly to me at the time I was suffering from depression, I got myself into debt and I couldn’t get out of it. Instead of telling my partner I tried to deal with it myself. My partner had a temper, often wouldn’t speak to me for days or weeks on end if I had upset him even though I didn’t know what it was I had done wrong. He never asked me if I was ok, he never took any interest in me and I was constantly walking on eggshells. None of this excuses what I did. He started spending time away from me, told me he wasn’t happy with our relationship anymore and I think he had met someone else but would never admit it. I desperately wanted our relationship to work but it was too late. Several months later, we were still living together and he found out about my debt, I didn’t tell him but he found out and hit the roof. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I was going to die, he wouldn’t listen to me and it was the worst night of my entire life. I often have flashbacks to that night and even just writing about it makes me so anxious. I left our home the next day, our relationship was over. He told everyone we knew what I had done, people spat at me in the street and rightfully blamed me for everything. I lost everything, my home, possessions and a big part of myself that I will never get back. Years have now passed and he’s moved on with his life, met someone new and sold our home. I can’t move on. I hate myself so much, I can’t forgive myself for what I did and I know that I am a bad person. I haven’t rebuilt my life, I still have nothing and no home of my own. I have depression and I realise now that I have had it for a long time. I paid my debt off which should have been a big relief but it wasn’t, I desperately want my old life back and I know that I will never get it back and that is my punishment. People think that I have shown no remorse but I feel it every second of every day. I deserve to have a miserable life, I am scum.
When I was 13 I had this best friend Ryan who was also 13.. One day we were talking about sex and somehow I was able to get him to admit that he might try gay sex. I was also pretty turned by the thought of trying it but I didn't admit it. Then I told him he could suck my dick. He said he didn't want to but I told him he should anyway. I guess this where I was a real jerk because I told him if he didn't want me telling everyone what he told me then he'd better do it. I'll always feel guilty about the fear I saw in his eyes. I pulled my shorts down. I was already hard. It was really awkward. He had no idea what he was doing but I enjoyed it anyway. I'll never forget what it was like to see my dick in his mouth for the first time. He sucked and licked it for awhile until he said his jaw hurt. So I told him to give me a handjob and he did until I came. We didn't talk about until a week or so later I asked if he would do it again. He said yes and this time he was a lot better and seemed to enjoy. He was sucking away when I started to cum. It felt so good. He pulled me out I knew he got some in his mouth. Well after that it became a regular thing. In time he even started to swallow. But I never touched him. Truth was I really wanted to but I was afraid. I guess I thought I wasn't being gay if only did it to me. Then halfway through the school year his dad got a new job and they had to move. I felt so sad. And I felt bad for how I'd been. Just before he moved we were together and I told him I wanted to suck him. He seemed surprised. Man I sucked him as good as I could and swallowed my first load. I loved it. We had one last time together when he slept over at my house. We spent the whole night together naked in my bed. I can honestly say we made love that night. It's one of my favorite memories. I never saw him again.
I am a 53 year old white woman named "Carol". My 26 year old daughter "Kim" married a black man, "Derrick" a few years ago. He's very nice and they're happily in love and I have a beautiful little grandson with another grandchild on the way. Things are wonderful.
Last year, my husband and I stayed at their home. they live in Atlanta, we live in Tampa, Florida.
While my husband was out one morning, and I thought the kids were up and out, I had a chore to do.
I was going to place a surprise anniversary gift for them, tickets for a trip to Cancun for a week on us, on their pillowcase for them to come home to. I thought Derrick had to work and Kim had said something about the gym in the morning.
I walked into their bedroom, the door was slightly open, and they were having sex. My daughter was on top of him and being very vocal about her enjoyment of it.I saw the look of pleasure in my daughter's eyes, and heard it in her voice, and realized that I'd never experienced anything like that in my life. Thankfully, they didn't see me but I cannot stop thinking about it.
When he withdrew from her I saw he was so well endowed that I almost gasped in shock. My God, how does she take that?!?!?!
I was so aroused by watching them that I feel ashamed that I have repeatedly masturbated about what I saw and fantasized and had dreams about having sex with Derrick myself.
I think I'm going mad.
Please pray for me.
#adultery #envy #lust #black #daughter #mother #envy #embarassment
when i was a teenager mom and dad divorced. mom was drinking a lot and one night i found her sleeping on the couch. her robe had opened up and i could see her boobs and pubic hair. that was the first time i saw a grown up lady nude. i just looked at her and for the first time in my life i was getting sexually excited. i got my camera and took nude pictures of her to look at when i masturbated. i got up the courage to touch her boob. it was so soft and while i was touch her boob i was amazed her nipple got really long and hard. i touched her pubic hair it was soft and fuzzy and a little damp. while touch her pubic hair i discovered she has big things between her legs i later learned it was her labia lips. i moved them around and i was able to put my fingers inside of her.
i hated mom when she was drunk but now i couldnt wait for her to get drunk so i could explore, learn and experience the opposite sex. all my first sexual experiences were with my drunk mother and she never knew what i was doing. the best feeling in the world is being inside of her vaaina
My father use to be a pastor, and then he killed someone.
He was always really violent when he got angry, and it was hard to control him after that. He wasn't entirely abusive, but when he was mad, boy, was he a monster.
It didn't come to me as a surprise when I came home one day from school and the house was surrounded with people and police.
Dad apparently killed someone who accused him of lying about something. I was only 8, so I never really understood what exactly happened, and I never tried to even as I grew up.
My mom acted like it never happened, maybe it was her way of protecting me and my little brother.
She remarried 3 years later, but I hated her new husband and his daughter like crazy. They just drove me insane. I was really jealous because they seemed like the perfect family, and truth be told, his daughter was a total bitch.
I just started googling what I could do to get rid of them. There was divorce, lie about him raping me, and murder. No way in hell was I going to jail, though.
Luckily for me, they both loved to eat apples.
Everyday I would dig the trash out for the cores they threw out and collected the seeds.
I'd mash them up and flavour the mix, then sprinkle it on whatever they had to eat for the day.
When my stepfather died, the autopsy said they died of intoxication via apple seeds.
Everyone assumed it was because they ate too much apples, little did they know..
I kind of regret it now, but I eventualy found out my stepdad was cheating on my mother and was a bit abusive to her emotionally.
I guess I did a good job.
My boyfriend left me when i told him I had sex with his father and that he should take lesson. Now I think he is jealous. Honesty can get you in trouble.
Not sure how to start this so here goes.
I am a 52 year old married mother with 3 girls. Iv always been in good shape always been active. I have a great job and a house I've built up and im proud of in a nice area in Manchester. I think I'm still young and can turn heads even at my age.
Im 5,9 slim but I have a big bottom haha and it gets me noticed.
My daughters are all grown up and only one of them still lives at home. My girls have always brought boys home, some cute some not but id never thought much into it. Iv had affairs in past (and no my husband does not no so lets hope he never does find out hehe) and still occasionally will have sex with strangers if I'm in the mood, they always want to put it in my bottom hehe.
my daughter lets call her K who still lives at home finally got serious with a nice guy he's a bit older then K she is in her mid 20s and he is 32. They are saving up for a house. We will call him B.
I never really noticed or even thought about B in a sexual way for the longest of times until one summer I was sat in the garden in my summer dress, I was sat on the decking messing on my phone. its was a hot day, myself and B was the only two home that day. I didn't think much of it at first but B came out to the back where I was sitting, we talked for a bit about day to day life and suddenly B sits straight infront of me.
I honestly didn't think at first I just talked and answered questions he asked. When id look up to talk back to him i would just catch his eye roll back up to my face level. That's when I realised what he was doing, he was taking a good look at my knickers.
My first reaction was to shut my legs. I was shocked at first and angry, I wanted to punch the pervert, I asked him if he would get me a drink. Of course he said, as he was standing up he placed his hand over his crotch to push down his thick hard dick and thats when the dirty slag in me came out. As soon as he was out of sight i stood up and pulled my now wet knickers as far up my arse crack and pussy as they would go, I rubbed my pussy for a few seconds just to be sure there was a damp patch on them.
I sat back down with my knees together, I was so turned on by what i was about to do. I was going to give this dirty fucker what he wanted a good view of a real milfs wet pussy.
B come back outside with a nice cold drink and again one hand on his crotch.
As he passed me the drink i told him to sit, we talked for what seemed like hours, I was so nervous and unsure but I thought fuck it. With a big smile on my face as we talk i slowly opened my legs.
OMG is all I can say. The boy couldn't take his eyes off my dirty cunt he wanted it so bad.
B likes to return the favour whenever he can by showing me bits here and there but last week he got really brave, I was sat in the kitchen talking to my daughter when B walks in the room in just his robe. I could see straight away it was adjusted to benefit me, he walk over to me and sat next to me, my daughter was on the other side of the room talking but not paying attention to anything else other then what she was doing. He sat next to me sideways on so he was facing me.
I could only steel a look every now and then but slowly and surly the robe parted from his legs until this think hard cock was in plan view.
My god if my daughter wasn't home or even in another room i would sucked that dick like it the last dick i would ever see again. It looks beautiful. He stayed like that for a while and I was finding it hard to control myself needles to say i fucked myself silly that night and have been doing since just thinking about what one day I will let him do to me.
We haven't had sex or even talk about it. Things are at a stage of we both know what's happening but we haven't talked about it I don't know how to take things further or if i should.
we are very touch and feel with each other and i will be honest i look for any reason to text him and I think he also looks for any reason to text me, he can be forward in his text so I play it down but I want nothing more then to let this young man do what he wants to me.
Anyway if feels good getting this out in the open
XOXO
I confess that I should be in the dancing school right now. But instead, I'm sitting here, reading confessions.
I missed the last 3 lessons just because I'm too lazy.
#lazy #read #confessions #lesson #missed
I only went on this app just so I can have an alternative to forgive me from welcome to the game and maybe confess a sin or two, but the main part is I'm really annoyed about all the lust sins on this app from 2 commenters that keep
sending picture links to every comment section to having sex with their partner or new partner to the indecent exposure and
the bondage and the thots, everything else I've been seeing aside from that is drug addicts, people that don't enjoy their living conditions, or had a surprise they weren't hoping for (I'm alright with those and can tolerate some of the lust sins) but then there's what people comment on this app as said with the 2 links but then there's toxic and like 1 or 2 isn't toxic ( an example is there was a confession about someone being someone that would break up with their bf to get more popular and was wondering if they'd get even more popular if they offer there self and one comment said kys lol) only some are saying they relate to a sin or make suggestions on how to get help
I highly resent my oldest stepson and secretly count down the days until he leaves for college in 7 years
#bottling #hate #stepson #college #depression
I am 44 years old, married and a good mother (I hope I am, at least). I have 4 children, but the younger 2 were both fathered by a teenage friend of my eldest son. He was in high school when he began to first flirt with me, I figured it out but put it down to a teenage crush like boys have on teachers.
He was already tall and quite strongly built, my family are mostly shorter and nice-looking, but not football player types. My son would go to baseball practice, his friend (I will call him J) to football and then they would both come over for some food before heading home. My husband suggested my son (they are not biological father-son) start some extra credit evening classes to help get into a good school, so he started going to the local community college. My younger son was always at the neighbour's house with his best friend. When my husband told J he was welcome to keep coming over for food and drink, it would be just the two of us home (my husband had a long commute and worked late anyway).
After this J's flirting became more pronounced. Earlier he would just tease and stare, now he began to talk about his experience with girls, and even to brush up against me any chance he got. At first I was firm but polite, and careful to keep a distance. But one day he ground his crotch up against my ass, and I felt his hard cock. Even through my skirt and his shorts I could feel it was huge - much bigger than my husbands. I chided him a bit, but couldn't get the thought out of my head. That weekend, I masturbated thinking of J in me.
The next week, he was watching me, and I was waiting for him to touch me again. A few days passed and he didn't. On Thursday he surprised me by coming in the afternoon, saying practice was cancelled and could he please have some lunch. I went to the kitchen and began working, when he grabbed me from behind, cupped my chin and turned my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. I struggled, but he was far too strong. After a long time, he stopped kissing me and gripped my hands behind my back. I was so dizzy and confused, I couldn't speak, just stared at him and he just stared at me. With his other hand he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off, then pulled his own pants down.
I couldn't see it, but I felt it when his dick entered me. I had never had one that big (I later measured it as over 7 inches and very thick) and I began to gasp. He clapped a hand over my mouth and thrust hard. Luckily my pussy was wet from all the kissing, and I was able to take him without too much pain. I don't remember how long it lasted, but I had an orgasm very soon and he came inside me as well. I was still in a daze when he let me go, when I turned around he was standing over me. I know I had just been raped, but at that moment on a kind of autopilot I put my arms round his neck and kissed him.
He was hard again and picked me up in his arms like I was a doll, and began carrying me upstairs. I asked him not to take me to my marriage bed, so he took me to my eldest son's room. That afternoon, I just kept cumming while staring at a Metallica poster above my son's bed. After that day, every day J would come, kiss me like he was my husband coming home, carry me upstairs and make love to me.
I was 36 at the time and still very fertile. My husband used condoms, as I had thyroid troubles with the pill. J did not use condoms, and for some reason I never asked him. About a month after we started, I found out I was pregnant, and the next year gave birth to Js daughter. To my lasting shame, I concealed everything and tricked my husband into thinking it was his.. J and I continued our liaisons all through my pregnancy, but after that I became busy with the baby and the frequency of our trysts decreased.
A year or so later, my eldest son went off to college, my younger was awarded a scholarship to a residential prep school and moved out too. J was still in town, intending on taking a gap year. With the house now empty, my baby still too young, J once again began coming over daily and I was unable to resist. This time I insisted he use condoms, but sometimes he would just ignore my protests. In November, J left for a job in South America, and shortly afterwards I discovered I was pregnant again. This time I seriously considered an abortion, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I went through the whole charade again, and gave birth to J's son.
This caused a lot of friction in my marriage, as a 2nd unplanned pregnancy was a great strain on our finances. I decided to get a job as soon as the baby was older, which conveniently helped me avoid J when he did come back, and later when he was home from college as well. When he did catch me, we did have some fun (he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I couldn't resist him really) but after he got a job post-college, we have not met.
I am happy with my two young babies, and I know my husband loves them deeply too. It's a gut wrench to deceive him, as he is a wonderful man, but at the same time I feel very liberated and a secret part of me is almost exultant that I had a great affair and came out of it happier than I was before.
I confess that I don't like my children as much as I should. I just can't be interested in the stuff they make or in the things they love.
I have a 15 years old son and a 11 years old daughter.
I always question their behaviour and the things they like, I don't get most of it.
Sometimes (and please don't hate me) I just think how stupid they are and I wish I don't have children.
I do not know what to do and I feel so guilty right now. My mother passed away in 2011 and I held her in my arms when she died. After the funeral, the rumours started. Even my sister, who is now not a part of my life anymore because I cut her out, accused me of killing our mother. This was especially hard for me. And now, 8 years later, I still have to listen to those accusations. They say that I treated my mother badly and that I had hit her. I have to disagree. No, I did not! I never hit my mom, but I of course was not the picture perfect son. I made mistakes and I am very sorry for them. I do not pray as often as others might do, but I think about mom all the time. I look after my mother's grave and bring flowers regularly and when I am there I am talking to her and asking her for forgiveness for all the mistakes I made.
Do you think she can hear me?
I think I might be a murderer after all... Am I a bad person? I start to think that I am. I would like to apologize here once more for how I treated my mother some times. I was a teenager and had my own head. I asked for her forgiveness, but is that enough?
Shortly after she died she visited me in my dreams, but now everything is empty. There are only nightmares.
But I will try to get better. To get a better person.
I promise, Mom.
xx
#mom #deceased #died #mother #grave #murderer #sister #empty #lonely #confession #forgiveness #guilty #bad #person
My boyfriend and I have been dating for about a year now. He's incredibly intelligent and funny, decent looks and is just so sweet and caring to me. He wants to date when he goes off to college but I don't want to and secretly, can't wait to end it with him since I get so bored. I get bored with all my relationships and can't seem to figure out how I can stop it. It actually makes me feel like shit since he does so much for me.
It's my best friend's birthday today. And since we are little (she's 30 as of today), we used to wish each other happy birthday at exactly 12pm midnight. If we couldn't be with each other we skyped, talked on the phone or texted.
This year, I totally forgot. I talked to her on the phone yesterday, we also talked about her birthday and I still couldn't remember it!!!
I don't know if she's sad or something. I texted her as soon as I realized and she replied normally.
Uff, what a faux pas!!
#birthday #midnight #happy #song #fauxpas #shit #friend #bff
I left my son at my parents' to be able to live with another man in another state. I only see him like twice a year, on his birthday and maybe on christmas. His father died when he was still very young. He's 14 now and I moved away from him when he was 7.I just did that because my husband threatened to leave me and I love him so much.I think my son is happy with his grandparents but sometimes I feel kinda bad for leaving him behind...
#son #husband #love #movingaway #sin #confession #mother #parent #grandparents
My mom (39) wears skirts and tights so sheer that everyone can see her panty lines. It makes me feel embarrassed yet horny.
I married a much older woman, very active in crafting, quilting, sewing, and not very affectionate or loving, due to childhood trauma which she never would discuss, except in the vaguest terms. She never was interested in sex, but felt that a certain minimal attention to her "investment" was required. As I gradually revealed the depths of my obsession with total-enclosure confinement, she discovered that this had an addictive pleasure for her damaged psyche, and she participated with staggering cooperation and enthusiasm, exploring the limits of such behavior methodically and mercilessly. We live in an old rambling house, with many alterations over the years, and the den I turned into a sewing room for her, contained an alcove about eight feet by four, with a door-sized opening into it. At her insistence, I turned it into a sound-proof cell, with a wrought-iron 'barred' door, under a heavy sound-proofed outer door, into the sewing room. And there I lived, permanently, with a small mattress, a chair, and a bucket. There were various methods of totally enclosing me, from total sensory deprivation leather helmets, locked in place, to strait-jackets, full-head ex-Russian Army gas-masks, with or without sight, and with brass valves epoxied into the filter receptacle, as a substitute for the rubber hose that had dangled from the 'snout' to loose-fitting latex suits with attached hoods, feet and mittens. Once zipped up the back to the neck, and down the back of the hood so the metal tags met, and could share a brass padlock, they were inescapable. So she sewed and quilted, with her new-age music, as I stood at the barred door, often in forced silence, sometimes tied to it, with my goodies protruding through the bars, waiting for her to take a 'break' and torture me with lengthy orgasm denial, driving me to the point of insanity, with need to come, before going back to her 'work' leaving me in silent, agonizing frustration, until the next 'break'! This was fascinating stuff for a masochistic bondage freak like me, and when I was able to speak, I told her how much I loved and appreciated her, which made her quite girlish! Months went by, in agonies of orgasm delay and denial, and any time I got out, to carry out some chores, or get showered, she threatened me with a stun gun, until I resumed my 'rightful' position. Then one day her mother arrived to visit, at the age of about seventy-five, and I was shut away behind the soundproof door. Until suddenly it opened, and I was introduced to the white-haired harridan, who soon made it plain she thought her daughter was much too easy-going with me, and encouraged her to go off to a quilting festival out of state, leaving me at the tender mercies of this dreadful old woman! She was incredibly horny, still! She took me to her bed, in the guest room, strait-jacketed, and raped me over and over, my mouth filled with her tobacco-tasting tongue, her spry old body moving on top of me in slow intense, endless couplings, which she controlled by threat, into the length of time that satisfied her. To make a long story short, she moved in permanently, and her daughter told her she could do what she wanted with me, as it was all too much trouble for her, anyway! They're reading this over my shoulder, approvingly, and now it's time to return to my cell.
I think the only thing that kept me from doing something very violent was that my cousin\brother was right there and he's seen his mom be beaten enough already.
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