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I'm malel, 21 years old and I love my family.
I was raised by my grandparents and I always had great respect of them, but at this moment I can't "not respond" to the provocations of my grandmother.
All she tells me annoys me and I answer her badley, because I just lost my stepfather for about a month ago and she now wants to control everything that is happening here at home: (that hours we enter, that hours we left, where we go, what we do...) We currently need privacy and let us do our "grieving", but she is always on top of things happening.
Everyone tells me that I have to give her a "discount" because of her age, but I can not, but right after I answer her badly, I regret.
#family #grandma #stepfather #dead #bad #confession
I'm a 28 year male. I honestly can't tell you why I'm writing any of this aside from the fact that I still think about what happened years ago and still want to do it again, unshamefully.
I was 12-14 at the time when all this happened and when I found out that masturbation was awesome. I loved finding myself and feeling something that was "forbidden" in my household. I come from a large family, lots of siblings and lots of reglion in the house, and it was difficult as the youngest son to find the time to sneak away and have a go with myself. But, one of my friends, a year younger than me that I met at church...go figure..., were hanging out playing video games and making jokes about everything under the sun. I can't remember who instigated it but, one of us mentioned how cool it would be to feel 'better' when we did what we do when no one is looking. Before we know it, we are playing with each other and trying to 'feel better'. We started by watching each other while we masturbating at first, it was a thrill and made us feel way better. Then we figured we would try with our mouths. It was the best feeling I had ever felt up till that point. Having someone else do the work and feel even more ecstasy than if I did it myself. One day, while at church, we found that the back part of one of the buildings with multiple classrooms was totally vacant and all the lights were out. We figured, why not? So we played around and took turns. When I "got there" he pulled back and got really mad because he thought I peed in his mouth.... I hadn't... it was the first time I had actually ejaculated. At the time I was excited and happy that I was maturing, but also scared because I loved the way it felt and how dangerous it was to do such a thing in a house of worship! Lol. We continued this for a few years, slowly developing into young men and having girlfriends, But we always had that to ourselves, our "feel better" time.
One day, he came over and as usual, we played video games and watched movies we loved. Of course, everyone goes to bed and it's just us, up late, talking, and he says,"You wanna try something different?" To which I got excited but confused. What could we do that we haven't done? He goes and gets a towel, some shampoo, and says,"Let's try something." Before I knew it, he was on his stomach with the towel under him and started putting shampoo between where his thighs met (gooch/taint). He says,"Just don't put it in me. Just through to legs, ok?" I cautiously kneel and, rockhard, place my manhood right where the shampoo was. It felt amazing... I came in less than 5 mins. I felt so amazing, it was rediculous. He said,"Was it good?" To which I responded,"Dude...amazing! You gotta try it!" I took his position, lathered up, and was ready. Same thing. He came really fast and we had a laugh at how we beat the "system" as teenagers lol.
Once again, this went on for a while, and were loving the fact that we had a way to make ourselves feel good and it still didn't break too many rules. After a few times of doing this we got together on the fateful night when we found out it could feel even better. We had the house to ourselves and he gave me the look. I go and grab a towel and some lotion, some kinds of shampoo made it burn sometimes, and came back to the room. We discuss who would go first and I lost the game of rock-scissors-paper, so I assumed the position. He asked if he could try something. I, hesitantly say yes, and he goes for my hole. Scared, excited, frighten, and invigorated, he slowly put it in. It burned a little but it felt strangely good. He pumped a few times and pulled out. I quickly, and as silently as I could, said,"You didn't come in me, did you?" He didnt. He was just as scared as I was and came on my ass. I was still invigorated and excited, he took the position. I wasn't planning on trying it at first cause I didn't want to hurt him but he insisted. So, I slowly put it in and it was the mouth times a million. As I am about to come 10 mins or so later, he says, weezing, "Do it, just do it in me." I did. It was the craziest and best feeling I had ever felt. I couldn't move. I just laid there throbbing inside him. We got up and cleaned ourselves. We didn't do this ever again after that. Not because we didn't want to, but because we became step brothers shortly after....
We don't see each other often, mainly holidays and family events. Neither of us mention it or even talk about it. I still wish I had that connection though. It's strange when you trust someone that much to not tell anyone about your secret dealings and recreational fun, but it still is a great memory, even if it's weird as all hell. Totally taboo yet, secretly, still an amazing life experience.
Okay so My mom met a new guy when I was about 9 or 10 and I was really cringey back then and luckily he had a cringey daughter just like me so when we were 11 we started to mature (less playing, more serious, ect.) so I had stared watching porn when I was young and knew what sex was and soon found out she did to when I found it on her tablet, so fast forward to fouth of July 2020 so were both 12 and we were having a sleepover like usual and I had my leg on top of her and while I was sleeping I guess I grabbed her tit and she started shaking her leg this turned me on so much I started to whimper and she thought I was asleep still and she grabbed my hand and put it on her down there area and I started to feel sick and decided to "wake up" and use the bathroom. Were both 14 now and We have never talked about it but we both know what happened I just want it to happen again....
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.
I've been having sex with my step brother for a while. There was a hinted sexual tension between us but it wasn't too significant until he saw my pictures. Now I can't stop thinking about him.
I’m a straight woman who married a lesbian. I love her, she’s a great stepmom to my daughter, and it feels so amazing to be desired again, but I still feel conflicted.
My husband died suddenly several years ago. I was devastated, my daughter cried every day for a month. It took so much work between my and the rest of my family just to keep me stable so I could continue to work to provide for her (and I’m so grateful that I was able to do that). I’ve always been on the heavy side, and I gained even more weight over the next few years. It felt like nobody would or even could want me as a person ever again, and I even came to terms with that after a couple of truly awful dates and short-lived relationships.
Then I met my wife.
She was on an assignment in the same building I work in. Our building has a small lounge where I like to eat lunch every now and then just to get away from my desk; and one day she walked up to my table and asked if she could join me. She’s younger than me—a lot younger, about 13 years younger—but she was very fun to talk to and we had a lot shared interests, so I didn’t mind. We had lunch together again the next day, and the day after that, and then every other day until her assignment in the building was over. I got the sense that she was interested in me, and then on her last day on-site she asked me on a date and my heart just about skipped a beat.
Someone had asked me out. A *lesbian* had asked me out. And I didn’t want to say no.
I said yes and set up a sitter and then I went on my first date in four years and made out with her in my car after.
I know there’s a stereotype about lesbians showing up to their second date with a U-Haul, and we didn’t quite move that fast, but we did move pretty fast. I introduced her to my daughter (as “mommy’s friend from work”) on the second date. We had sex on our third date. She was helping my daughter with her math homework the next morning. She didn’t officially move in until we’d been together for six months, but she spent more weekends at my house than at her apartment. She proposed to me at exactly the one-year mark, but my daughter was already calling her “mom” before then.
Like I said, I love my wife. I love that she loves me, I love that she desires me, I love that she has stepped into the stepmom role without a moment’s hesitation, I love spending time with her and everything we do together, and she is the best and most generous lover I have ever had.
But I still consider myself a straight woman. I still have moments when I look at her and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to remember that I married this woman. When we’re having sex, sometimes I have to close my eyes when I kiss her to get over my initial “but this is a woman” instincts, and going down on her has always been hard (and I don’t think I’ll ever be really good at it). I also still have some shame about my weight, and even though it’s clear my wife views my weight as a PLUS, sometimes I can’t help but feel fetishized, especially when she wants me on top of her and I get worried I’ll crush her.
My parents have never been fully on board with my wife, either. They stopped saying mean things about her, and she stopped griping to me about them, but especially with all of the “groomer” talk going around lately it feels so very tense every time we see them.
Overall, I suppose we’re pretty happy together. Looking at my wedding ring, I guess I can’t say I’m still with her “for the novelty” like I used to. I don’t fully know what to call myself and don’t feel comfortable calling myself “queer” because that was an insult other kids my age called each other growing up, but my wife openly embraces the label and would for-sure say we’re in a “queer marriage.”
So that’s where I’m at, I guess.
#marriage #lesbian #stepmother #straight #bbw
okay so i hate my step dad so much because my brother is always crying and he hates crying and he always blames me for it and im like
WELL YOU SHOULD OF THOUGHT ABOUT HOW YOU HATED CRYING BEFORE YOU HAD CHILDREN DUMBASS
After who knows how long, I was doing laundry and realized my panties were in groups and not dispersed normally as when I through them in hamper. Was my step dad sniffing? As a detective I strategically began leaving my panties in distinct locations with precise location. I quickly learned panties were being moved. Now I get aroused and wet knowing my stepdad gets off on my panties. I think he is going nuts with the added wetness of late. I am buy and hiding a camera to watch him. The idea makes me come harder when I masturbate.
He is being unfaithful to my mum. And I am sure he would prefer sex with me over her. I bet he doesn't sniff her undies.
#stepdad #wetpanties #masturbate #laundry #sniff #nuts #hard #horny
I need to take control and break my habbits. I like to touch myself too much and do it many times subconsciously. I get called out alot. A few weekends ago, I was lying on the couch watching tv. Out of habbit, my hand was down my jammies massaging as I relaxed and enjoyed. After the show I awoke from my daze. I removed my hand, adjusted my shorts and got up to go to bed. My stepdad was sitting there next to me. I totaly forgot we sat down together to watch the show. We said good night and off I went. I don't know how much I did or what he saw or heard. As far as I know, I have never masturbated in his presence. At least I was covered and I think I remained quiet and calm. I am trying to not be embarresed and believe he did not notice. Maybe he was too embarresed to let me know he knew what I was doing. If so I hope he enjoyed it. I might as well cause I cannot undue it.
#touch #masturbating #embarresed #stepdad #habbit #caught #nude
I confess that I have some kind of weird OCD.
I can't walk an even number of steps. I always counting how many steps I take and I can't stop if it's an even number. It always has to be an uneven one.
It drives me crazy but when I don't go one step more, I get anxious, very nervous, I begin sweating very bad and it's terrible.
I was 11 when my mom remarried and I kind of had a crush on my step brother. The first night he stayed at my house he didn't have his own room so I offered him to stay in my room. Over the years I wanted to guck him sooo bad. Then on my 15 birthday I asked him if he could have sex with me. And that night we did. Every night on my birthday we have sex now and it feels amazing!
I often think of my stepfather when I masturbate. Mom boasts to her friends how good he is in bed. And then I want him only more. I try to forget him but think he would be ideal to introduce me to intercourse. My mom talks pretty open with me about sex but she doesn't know I am a virgin. I wonder if she would be ok with Johnny taking me, but I am afraid to ask. I am so frustrated and unsure how to handle my hunger.
I was watching porn nude and masturbating at my desk. I realized I didn't fully close my door when the dog pushed it open and entered. I was too into myself to pay much attention or care. After I finished I sucked my wet fingers dry and stood to close the door. Looking me straight on my stepdad closed the door and told me, next time, close the door. I have concluded it doesn't matter how long he watched but probably saw me finish. I was into it and quite noisy. Forever embarrassed.
#stepdad #caught #masturbating #nude #embarresed #porn
After moving in it didn't take long for my girlfriend's daughter to almost cling to me. My girlfriend doesn't see it and I want a happy family, so I am trying to manage it. She is a sweet sexy girl but I will be her father and the mother is clueless without much control and/or bad judgement. The daughter is always braless. And when at home, she is barely dressed. She once opened her robe to me and asked what I thought. I yelled you cannot behave that way. Since then she has calmed down noticably. Now she wants me to teach her how to kiss. I said we need to talk to your mom but she begs me to say nothing and ask we keep it a secret. This would be bonding. Besides, it's only a kiss? I was so close to doing it. I wanted to but thought, what will she want next? And any normal man could easily fall pray to this beauty.
My fantasy is finding out how far I can push my stepdad before he touches me. I wear shear nighties that are see through with bright lighting Big tank tops and tight ones and too short and short shorts and undies and things to make his thing go bing. It gets me aroused. And occasionally I catch him touching himself. I grin to let him know he’s been busted. He is easily bothered and I love it. My mom is constantly giving me shit that I dress like a slut. Not so bad if home but I better never catch you outside like that! Do not worry I will enjoy and do her husband like she never could when she is far from home on one of her little trips. I’m enjoying life and having fun. I am usually horny and enjoy masturbating, especially when wet and aroused.
When my stepdaughter get up in the morning and goes into the shower I go into her room to smell and lick her warm moist panties she just took off. I usually stroke A few times and leave. The other day I couldn't stop stroking and had to cum. I shot a thick load into the crotch of a pair she had laid out. I heard the shower turn off so I quickly left. She went back into her room to get ready for work and left shortly thereafter.
I went back In her room and the panties she laid out were gone. The thought of my cum pressed against her soft pussy lips all day makes me so hard. I want to tast her pussy with my tongue.
#stepdaughter #cum #panties #shower #panty
I am a average 35 year old married man, good job, hot wife etc. I have a 15 year old stepdaughter who is smoking hot toned athletic body who I have practuly raised I could not amigine laying a finger on her but everyday when she takes a shower I go in her room and smell her fresh damp panties and jack off.
When I was 15, my mom married my stepdad. My stepdad worked from home so he was always around. He would always indirectly compliment me about how beautiful he thought I was. When I was 17, school was let out early and my stepdad didn't know that apparently because when I got to my room, I walked in on him jerking off on my bed with my panties in his hand. I acted disgusted and yelled at him to get out, but I never told my mother. After that we acted like it never happened. I am 18 going on 19 now and since then I have realized how horny the thought of him fucking me makes me. Every time I see my stepdad, I get immediately turned on now. The thought of him lusting after me to that extent is so hot to me. Then again, I am angry with him for betraying my mother like that. I feel guilty because my mother really loves him. I'm never going to act on this fantasy but it's the only thing I touch myself to.
My mom is quite mean to me and my stepdad which has pushed us together. We watch out for one another and are very close. When the bitch is not at home, we enjoy a shower and washing one another. Flirting, soft and brief kissing but no tongue, and some light touching just to tease. I often get aroused and extremely horny, but we never do hardcore including open masturbation. We respect each other as best friends and adults practicing self-control. We resist all temptations that could lead to problems. Always playing it safe to make sure moms not around and keep in mind when she might pop in. She's dumb but should she ever deem something inappropriate, we have rehearsed all excuses. 18 months from now I will get on birth control and stop sneaking. And my fantasy will transpire with my sexy love driving me off to college. The second we leave I start teasing so he is ready, anxious and wanting. Once there and the door closes, I seduce him until he devours me, taking my virginity and giving me my best orgasm ever. I'm just not sure I can wait that long.
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