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 My therapist suggested this.  To fictionalize my abuse, my abusers, and my
victims.  As a form of dissociation, so it can happen to someone else. 
Change the names, or I found not having names at all, focusing on the
relationships, reversing the ages, and genders somewhat.  She's right, it's
helping a lot.  Not just for me, but for my mother, dealing with her
husbands, us kids, now her girlfriend, and her psychotic delusion;

   "Katy Did." {Fb Mole}

   I'm happily married, have 2 lovely children, and for some reason, that
is not enough.  I still have feelings for little boys.  Not young men, nor
even 12 year olds just beginning to discover their sexuality, but far too
young.  And beautiful, and curious, and shamefully innocent for the way I
molest them.  I know it's wrong, I'm ashamed of myself, and fear I'll be
caught, but I can't help it.  They are just so beautiful, and innocent, I
can't help but to seduce and molest them.

   First off, let me tell you I have a son, and even when he was that age,
I never even thought about, well.  No, I thought about, how I was a
pedorast.  I knew that and wondered at never even considering my lovely
little boy as a lover.  He grew too old eventually, they do that, but as
his mother, I'm ashamed to admit how angry I would be if someone molested
them, man or woman, and yet I shamelessly molested other boys knowing
they're some mothers' sons.  Their father, my husband was one.  We knew
eachother in grade school, and now the difference in our ages is
insignificant, but back then, I was several grades ahead.  I saw him in
Kindergarten, then in first grade, and I guess he got a puppydog crush. 
Not my first, but then I realized he was so much prettier than the other
boys, my age, and so when he began following me around, I encouraged it.

   By then, I had noticed, boys don't like girls.  Normally, we had
"Cooties," or what have you, that seemed to be the consensus, however there
appeared to be an exception.  And, just the way he looked up at me, or
stared, or followed me around made me feel pretty, like the most beautiful
girl at school.  So, finally I just stopped running, and let him catch me.
Well, I didn't run, I walked, but he followed me.  Mouth wide open, even
zombie like, but beautiful in that boyish way I was only then beginning to
appreciate.  So, I led him off, to the privacy of a corner where the
building turned, between the main school, and a side wing, where there
wasn't much supervision.  I stopped, turned around, and he just stared,
unabashedly.

   "What?" He smiled.  He had all his teeth, which is odd for me to notice,
but later when he started losing them to make room for his permanent ones,
I broke his heart.  Temporarily, until they grew back, I like a nice full
smile, so missing ones annoy me to no end, but he had a beautiful beaming
one, and he smiled just for me.  "Come here," I waved him over, "It's all
right, now." I held his shoulder, "Why do you follow me around, and stare
at me so much?"

   He finally looked down, and mumbled something about "Pretty." And that
made my heart swell, so I lifted his chin, and said that it was all right.

   "You're very pretty too," I told him, honestly, "Did anyone ever tell
you that?" He blushed, and that just made it even worse!  But he nodded,
"Who?"

   "My mommy." I hugged him.

   "Well, all mommies tell their children that, but your momma is right,
you really are an exceptional beauty!" And my heart fluttered, and that day
I kissed him in the corner until the recess bell rang, and he went back to
class.

   The other kids saw us, and I got teased a little, but let me tell you
prudes something: Kids do this, that kind of stuff.  It's not uncommon,
sometimes it's just play, and others it's something more.  With he and I,
it was the start of our romance, we fell in love, and it lasted.  Even once
I went to middle school, and he 3rd grade, I loved him, and he always loved
me.  Eventually, until he got old enough to marry me and have children of
our own.

   We didn't have sex, until he was grown, or more grown.  Enough to get
hard, and put it in me, and ejaculate.  It was a little scandalous, when I
became pregnant at seventeen, and it turned out my boyfriend was merely
thirteen, but most of the town wasn't even surprised.

   I wasn't even arrested, I was scolded, told how inappropriate it was,
but the damage was done.  And, it was a little late, not like they hadn't
seen us, together, "Inseparable" once his permanent teeth grew back,
holding hands, and even kissing with him in my lap.  That was the main
thing, for years.  I love to kiss, I always did, with him.  I still do,
even with our 20th anniversary coming up, we still kiss for hours it seems,
like teenagers, he's still young, and beautiful, clean shaven, and he
shaves his body, for me.  He knows I love that, even as he loves my hairy
crotch, and legs.  I still love him, even with all his permanent teeth, his
wisdom teeth, and being taller, now he bends down to kiss me, the opposite
of when we fell in love.

   The other boys, well I don't tell him about them.  It would break his
heart, as much as I love him, I can't do that to him.  I know, he loves me
so much more.  I wish that were enough to stop me, from cheating on him. 
Or molesting little boys, but I am a child molestor.  With them, it's not
about love, it's lust.  I don't always even learn their names, or remember
them.  I don't even know how many I have done.  I am not a pedophile, I
looked it up, they want a relationship, to groom them, but I have one, with
my beautiful husband, my own children.  I am a happy mother, and wife.  I
wish that were enough.

   But then, inevitably, I found myself confronted by another little boy.
Staring up at me, grinning with a full set of perfect little baby teeth. 
Fortunately, that narrows them to about 5, or 6 years of age, possibly a
mature 4 if his mother is willing to leave him alone, but it really does
bother me so.  When they fall out, or haven't all grown in completely.  I
love a perfect smile, kissing them, and feeling them with my tongue. 
That's what I can't resist, and he came by to play with my son.  My first,
Jr, my husband wanted to pass on his name, and I saw no reason not to.  He
came to play with my boy, and from the moment he came to the door.

   "Hh!" I smiled back down to him, "You here to play with Jr?" He nodded,
and for the second time in my life, I felt that.  His smile, it made my
heart flutter, and I fought it, but I just imagined.  Holding him in my
lap, his lovely face getting closer, his small pink lips, opening for my
tongue to enter, and lick his teeth.  I knew it was sick, I was proud of my
little boy, growing his teeth, and I realized then, it wasn't like that for
my son.  I love him, as a mother, I'm proud of him, but as they played
quietly upstairs, I felt a decidedly less appropriate feeling for his
friend.  I fought it, ashamed of myself, but just sent him off.  With a pat
to the bottom I immediately regretted, but then my husband came home.

   I sent Jr.  off to play, I was so exited, I took him up to our room, and
closed the door, and locked it.  He noticed, how excited I was, and made
love to me quickly, as soon as I could get his pants open, my stinking
underpants down, and him inside me.  He made love slowly, to make it last,
and I held his arms, his shoulders, closed my eyes to his strong steady
strokes inside me, but all I could think about was Jr's new pretty little
friend.  Patting his tiny bottom, holding it in my lap, kissing him and
licking his perfect beautiful white tiny teeth until "Hah!" I climaxed, and
he picked up the pace, to finish.  Inside me, I can't be certain that was
when our daughter was conceived, we made love all the time, he was almost
20, and still had that youthful libido He could still make love several
times a night, but I was satisfied enough pull my underwear up, wash my
hands and fix dinner while he took a bath.

   Jr.  came down, and told my husband about his new friend at the table.
He payed attention to him, I was so grateful, lost my appetite, and took my
plate to get started on the pots and pans, but I couldn't stop thinking
about him.  My hands shook, so I kept them busy, scrubbing the casserole,
until they brought their dishes, then Jr went to bed, and my husband
retired to watch TV.  "Huh!" When they were put away, I finished drying my
hands, and got on the couch with him.  My husband, kissing him, and running
my tongue back and forth between his canines.  He didn't ask, why I was so
horny today, but I got his pants open, stroked him hard in my fingers still
softened from the dishwater, he slipped off my underwear so I could mount
him.  Sitting up, so I had to bend down to kiss him.

   I closed my eyes, remembering him when he was younger, when we fell in
love, kissing him in the schoolyard.  Even that little boy was out of my
mind, I just remembered him, my love, the love of my life, how beautiful he
was until we climaxed, and curled up to cuddle in front of the TV.  I
didn't pay attention, the news came on, but he just rubbed my hair in his
lap.  He had to wake me up, to go to bed, I took my underwear, but I was
dreaming of that little boy.  Again.  I held out, as long as I could.  I
resisted the temptation, but then he became Jr's best friend, and wouldn't
you know he was over after school, and on the weekends they were in and
out. Until my husband came home there was the constant temptation, but then
we made love like bunny rabbits.  I wouldn't do anything, in front of my
son, but it was only a matter of time before I got my opportunity.  I
anticipated it, fantasized about how it could happen.

   It was months, but by then I knew, it was only a matter of time. 
Finally, he got up from his nap.  It must have been saturday, or sunday, I
don't believe it was summer or spring break, but it's not as if I wrote it
down.  They napped together, but he woke up, he had wet, and came out,
bleary eyed, yawning, apparently unaware of the dark spot in the front and
back of his shorts.  "Oh," I squatted down, "Did you have an accident?" He
looked down, covered it with his hands, and blushed.  "Hh!  Lets get you
cleaned up, before Jr wakes up, and sees it." There, then he won't mention
this, to anyone.  I closed, and locked the bathroom door, put him up on the
sink cabinet, and unbuttoned his shorts.

   I was so excited, to slip then down, my hands shook, but I wet a
washcloth while he stepped out of them, and they fell to the floor with a
wet THOCK that made me jump.  He giggled I laughed too, but then I saw it.
"Oh!" flaccid, but so cute.  The red little head like an acorn with a
little wrincle of skin around it.  I must have gasped, I know I covered my
mouth, because he looked up, confused.  "Uh," I looked up, around, hesitant
to touch him, but the washcloth was dripping, and I think he was starting
to notice there was something wrong.  I covered it by giving him the
washcloth, even as the fantasies of washing it, drying it, touching it,
pulling it hard, and sucking it flashed through my head, "Let me get you
some clean ones," I fled to my boy's room, he sat up and yawned, so I
quickly picked up a matching pair of shorts, and held them through the door
to him.  Afraid to look, overcome with shame, but also so much lust, I
immediately locked myself in my room, and fingered myself to an explosive
orgasm just thinking about it.

   And that's exactly when I could no longer deny it.  I knew, covered my
suspicions before, made excuses, yes he's a pretty little boy, but it's not
like that.  Not like I, molested my husband when he was that young.  When I
was too young for adult lusts, but now I wanted, felt like I needed him. 
Naked to cuddle, and kiss and touch, and masturbate with until my climax
died down and I was overcome with guilt.  I cried, I don't know how long,
but I just felt so filthy, and wretched for even thinking, anything like
that.  Much less abusing myself, and getting off to, just the sight of his
tiny soft looking drooping circumcised penis.  That's when I could no
longer hide, or deny I was sick.

   So, when I went out, and thank goodness the boys were playing, fully
clothed on the floor, I suggested he go over to his friends house tonight.
I called his mother, told her he was a darling child, and I don't mind, but
money was tight as a gentle reminder that he'd been eating dinner with us,
why a couple months now.  She appollogized, said she hadn't thought about
it, but it had been nice to have the house to herself, and it was selfish
of her to burden me like that.  I said it was fine, but I'd appreciate the
break now.  And thank goodness, when it was my turn, his best friend had
gotten a visit from the tooth fairy.  So I didn't go through with, any of
the horrible things I had fantasized, expecting his return.

   And other boys, it's fortunate I suppose, that at that age most parents
don't let their children go off alone.  I often saw them with their
mothers, or siblings, older friends to watch them.  All I had to do was
smile, and they would smile back, to make my heart swell, but that was it.
I knew I couldn't do, any of the sick things I imagined unless I was alone
with them.  It was too shameful to do anything like that with any
witnesses, to see how sick and perverted I am.  I didn't want to, do
anything to hurt them, spoil their innocence, but it was as if I needed to.
As soon as they smiled at me, I was overcome with lust, but it was
frustrating.  Having to wait for my husband to come home, and make love to
me, remembering all the smiles, their bright eyes looking up at me, and
imagining their cute genitals.  Hardening in their pants, touching them,
kissing them, and tasting their beautiful perfect teeth.  Or shamefully
abusing myself, it helped, get it out of my head so I could get on with my
day.

   Then, I took my daughter to the park, kept a watchful eye out for
predators.  Not just men, I knew better than anyone not to trust other
women, even children.  That a happy wife and mother could just as easily
have these sick inappropriate needs, but there were other parents there,
with there children.  I smiled at the boys, my daughter was 4, not yet even
in Kindergarten because registration was before her birthday, and she
hadn't made the deadline.  So, I had her for another year while Jr was in
school, their father at work, but I couldn't let her go out and play alone.
With god knows what kind of perverts out there.

   I sat on the bench, and another mother sat with me.  Drinking iced tea,
spiked with a little alcohol I could smell.  Vodka I guessed, it was not
yet noon, but I am not one to judge.  She didn't get drunk, just drank, and
while that is not my vice, I want to molest boys, and hers ran up.  "Mama,"
he squeezed his knees together, and she took him behind a bush.  I looked,
she pulled his pants down so he could pee, but I saw his cute pale little
tushy when he turned around to pull his shorts up, and had to cross my
legs. "Hm," I looked down, at the lid of her tupperware tumbler, the
flip-up cap pressed down until he ran back to the playground, and she
picked it up.

   "Huh!" She flipped it back, and swirled to to stir it with the ice. 
"Which ones' yoursh?" She slurred a little too, but she was steady, even
bent over to walk him by the hand.  I pointed, said her name.  "The little
tomboy?"

   It hadn't occurred to me, but "Yes," she was digging in the sand, with
her son, looked about 5, and a little taller than her, but he got down, and
helped her scoop dirt out of the hole.  She likes to climb too, in her
skirt, and I caught him, looking up it.  "Hm," I nodded.  I'm not offended,
children do these things, it's mostly normal curiosity, and I blinked. 
Remembering my husband, when he was that young, he pulled up my skirt to
see my underwear, and laughed.  I loved it, but then I was already very
much in love with him at the time.  "Well, she plays with boys, I suppose."

   She liked him, and I don't mind her, even having a boyfriend that young.
What are they going to do?  I know he's not going to be able or willing to
rape her for years, and he wasn't pulling her pigtails.  "Uh!" She belched,
"Would you mind watching him for a few minutes?" She staggered off, back to
the bush.  I heard her wretching, and then she got in the car to pass out
in the front seat.  I got his name, we chatted about things I barely
listened to.  All I could think about was his bare tush, wishing he turned
the other way, so I could see his privates, and knew this was my chance.

   So, I went over, said his name and told him his momma needed a nap, but
she said it was okay if I watched him.  "Okay!" He smiled up beautifully,
and I saw that he'd grown all his teeth in.  My daughter stopped digging,
put down the stick she'd been twisting in the hole to make it deeper.  I
sat down, to play with them, but put my legs up.  Sitting on my skirt, so
the sand didn't get in my underwear, but he could also look.  See it, if he
just looked up, from scooping the dirt out with his hands.  He had his
knees up and out too, and the legs of his shorts were loose.  I brushed
some sand off his knee, so he looked up.  Then he looked down, saw my
underwear, which were already steamy.  He looked away, smiling, and
blushing, so I leaned over again.  To see his tighty witeys, or the side of
them, the little ball of his privates, if it was sticking up, I couldn't
tell.

   My daughter hummed to herself, oblivious.  Then, she said his name,
"Your not digging!" He went back to pulling the lose dirt out, the hole was
getting big, and deep, but I didn't care.  I shamelessly wished she would
go away, so I could be alone with this beautiful darling little boy, but of
course the playground was crawling with kids.  I looked around, blushing,
and adults, old enough to understand if the looked over, and saw me
flashing him, I crossed my legs, but they felt so sweaty, and I was swollen
in there.  "Mn!" I squeezed my thighs together, rubbed them up and down,
like scissors.  "Hm!"

   "Your real pretty." I blinked, looked down, but he was talking to my
daughter.  Who got up, mad, and pushed him down.  He started crying, and
she stomped off, so I picked him up.

   "Mama?" he was really crying now, so I held his face to my breasts, and
went to "Look for her." She was still passed out, her head back on the
headrest, mouth wide open probably drooling.  My girl would be fine, plenty
of adults around to watch her, and no.  It was wrong, I shouldn't have left
her, why there could have been.  Another, child molestor, but I wasn't
thinking.  I was feeling, his privates through his shorts, his bun in my
hand, his legs around my side, and his face on my breast.  I took him away,
out of sight, but he had stopped crying.

   "There there," I set him down, and he sniffed.  I wiped his eyes, "You
think I'm pretty too?" He nodded, I wanted him to smile too, but I kissed
him.  I had to, get my tongue in his mouth, and licked his teeth.  I rubbed
his privates, and squeezed his buns, and pulled down his shorts, and played
with it.  He didn't get hard, I even tried sucking him, but it just slipped
out my lips.  His buns flexed, he pushed my head, and pulled it out.  I
tickled them again, but he pulled up his pants and ran.  My hands shook,
what have I done?  I knew, exactly what I'd been fantasizing, for years
now, and hoped I'd never do, but then my maternal instinct kicked in.  So,
I ran back to the playground, scooped up my daughter, and drove off before
he could tell anyone.

   "It's late," I told her, "I have to get home to start dinner." She told
me she had fun, she liked that park, but I never went back there again. 
Terrified someone would recognise me, word got out, and they'd arrest me on
the spot.  Charge me as a child molestor, but when my husband got home, and
we made love.  It was so excited, the memory of what I did to him came back
to me in such a powerful rush I passed out, and dreamed about it all night.
It was a nightmare, then erotic, then shameful, I kept switching between
all these powerful emotions, but I knew.  I'd do it again, and again, I
wanted to, but I wanted to stop, and knew I never could stop, and it scared
me, and excited me, and aroused me, and shamed me, and god I was going
insane!

   "HUH!?" My husband snored, but I felt him hard.  In his boxers, I
unbuttoned the fly, and pulled up the elastic to get it out.  "Huh!" It
was, too big.  And hard, and he hadn't shaved that night, which annoyed me
to no end.  But I sucked him until he woke up.

   "Oh," he rubbed my head, "Dear." I let go, nodded, and pulled my
steaming underwear off to mount him.  I humped him slowly, and kissed him
to lick my teeth.  He felt my breasts through my nightshirt, then around my
ribs, down my back to cup, and pull me up by the buttocks.  I love him, so
much, even with the guilt of molesting that poor boy with his horrible
mother, just getting drunk and passing out so anyone could take him away,
crying, and frantically molest him until he ran away.  "HAH!" I had to
breathe, but climaxing, I humped him faster and harder, swinging the
headboard into the wall to bring him off.  Fill me with his lust, and
hopefully give me another son.  A beautiful son to grow a perfect smile,
like his when I met him, kissed him in the corner, watched him pee, and
held his little squirt to feel it bulge with piss in my hand.

   "Hnhhhhh!" Again?  I never had a double orgasm before, but it was so,
dirty.  Just thinking the word piss, that's what set me off, and I
collapsed panting before he finished.  So, I had to suck him off, when I
could breathe, and I couldn't believe we were married so long before I felt
it bulge, and gush, and splash in my mouth.  "Huh huh!" I swallowed, and
wiped my mouth.

   "Oh honey," he felt my face in the dark, and kissed me, and held me
until we fell back asleep.

   The next day I went right to the clinic, took my daughter to get checked
out, and a prescription for the pill.  I knew, I need never have another
son, I was lucky I hadn't done something, downright evil to Jr before he
got too old.

   "Momma?"

   I turned to the back seat, "Yes, dear?"

   "Are you thick?"

   "No," I lied, "Sweetheart." Fortunately, we stopped at a light, so I
could see the confused look on her face.  "I just needed a checkup, the
doctor said I'm fit as a fiddle."

   "Oh," she nodded, then someone honked behind me.  So, I turned back to
the road.  "Momma, what did you do to that boy?"

   "What boy?" Ice water ran down the back of my neck.

   "Yetherday, at the park.  Did you thpank him?"

   "No sweetheart, I just helped him look for his mama."

   "Then," she definitely looked confused, "Why wath he crying?"

   "Hh," I shook my head, "Because you pushed him down," I really should
have said something to her, immediately.  "Why did you get mad, when he
called you pretty?"

   "Iano?" She shook her head, "Boiths, the boith, always want you to be
pretty." 5 year olds.  Her language skills were very good, for a 5 year
old.

   "And you don't want to be pretty?"

   "Iano.  Ith okay, but." She stopped to think.  "You think I'm pretty?"

   "Yes dear."

   "Like a boy?"

   "No, of course not!"

   "But you think boiths are pretty."

   "Huh!" I got tired of lying, "Yes, some boys are pretty, and that's,
okay." I knew I shouldn't have done that, in front of her.

   "That boy was pretty." she nodded.

   Yes, he was.  "Is that why you played with him?"

   "Iano." she does like to dig, and I realized.  She made him, pull the
dirt out for her.  "Yeah, he wath real pretty."

   "And you liked that?" I covered my mouth, it never occurred to me, she
might have inherited my sexuality?  Or seen me.  When I take her shopping,
there was even a mother with her son at the doctors' office.  I watched
him, but I wasn't paying attention to her, and was she watching me?  Of
course, she'd seen me, I try not to show, the effects they have on me, but
I tried not to molest them, or think about it so much either.

   "I waned to kith him, but then you wathed us, so I couldint."

   "You can kiss boys," I all of a sudden wanted to see that, "When I'm
watching, but you don't want to do that in such a public place."

   "Why?"

   "Because it's private, and someone might not understand?"

   "Why?" Now this was starting.

   "I don't know, some people think it's wrong, for little girls to have
these feelings."

   "Why?"

   "Because of Jesus."

   "Oh." We went to church, but I must admit to some shakiness to my faith.
"I wanna boyfriend." She decided.

   "An older boy?" I must admit, I felt a little proud of her.

   "No, a pretty one, like the one at the park." Who was a whole year
older. I'd estimate, at least.

   "Well," I mused, "I don't think he would like that, after what had
happened.  However, let me see what I can come up with." Besides, the
workings of a plan, or a fantasy, of showing her what to do, with a pretty
6 year old boy.

   "Momma, what do you do with daddy."

   "You know," this was getting embarrassing, "We hug and kiss."

   "Why do you beat on the wall?"

   "I don't beat on the wall."

   "Then why doeth daddy beat on the wall, at night."

   Oh, "Sometimes the bed shakes, and it hits the wall."

   "When you have thegs." I blinked.

   "Sex?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Where did you hear about sex?"

   "My brother," only she used his name, of course.

   "Did he tell you about sex?"

   "No, he thed I too little, and he tookt his thorybook away."

   "What storybook?"

   "The thecret one, he hideth uner hith bed." She's not reading yet,
sometimes she recognizes her name, or a word that looks like her name, and
points.  It's actually very cute, but I had some idea what kind of
storybook she was talking about.  "I fount it, but he thaid ith grownup,
and I ath him 'why' an he thed ith cause it thegs, and I too little fow
thegs."

   "We're almost home," I nodded, "When we get there, can you show me,
where he keeps his sexy storybook?"

   "Okay mama." She nodded.  "There naked in it."

   "Yes," I nodded, "I know."

   And when we got home, I saw that he had torn the lining of his
box-spring.  Or cut it, so it hung down, which is how she saw it.  She got
down, to fish them out, and I saw it was lots and lots of magazines.

   And, that's how I found out my son was gay.  Boys, well teenagers, but
most of them shaved.  Posing, some of them masturbating, every pictorial
ended with their semen on their muscular bellies, or running down their
fingers, and all of them were gay.  From the words, the captions, they had
quotes about a "Daddy," or a "Big strong man, like you..."

   "Huh!" I sighed with relief.  She didn't get it from me, she got it from
her brother.

   "Does your brother have a boyfriend?" I try to watch them, but I can't
all the time, and sometimes he has to watch her while I run errands.  She
nodded, and named his "Best friend." I should have seen it, and kicked
myself, but in retrospect it was a little obvious.

   "They have thegs."

   "You've seen them?"

   She nodded, "Like in the bookth." She pointed, then showed me.  One of
them wasn't just boys, posing, and jerking off, alone.  One had pictorals
of boys together, and boys with older men.  [All models were 18 at the time
of publication.]

   "Huh," yes, but a lot of them were shaved, and acting younger.  Like
boys, why i was getting a bit damp looking through them, so I gave them
back to her.  "Put these back, before your brother gets home.  And don't
tell him, can you keep that secret sweety?" I don't want to embarrass him.

   "They don't do thith." She showed me, in the back where the boy had his
legs up.  Like a Frog, or that's what we always called it, holding his legs
for an older man to fuck him.  "They juth kith, an play with there
thingths, an kith them."

   "Good."

   Playdate {Fg/bF Grooming.  NS}

   We had to wait, until fall when she could start Kindergarten.  She was
almost 6, and I made sure she understood.  For almost a year, how to do
this safely.  We had a long talk, several times, to make absolutely sure
that she did Not do anything "Bad" at school.

   "Remember, what I said?" Driving her to the school, we could not really
afford daycare, on a single income, and I wasn't really qualified to work
except for minimum wage anyway.  I could probably get a sitter, if I could
trust anyone, but being a child molestor myself, since I was in 5th grade,
I really couldn't.  At least in school there's other children, and some
oversight.  Not that it doesn't happen, I see it in the news, but it's
free, and there's 3-40 children per teacher.  Which gave my children better
odds than an oversexed teenager alone with my daughter.

   "Bring boys home," she recited, "Don't touch them, there."

   "Where?"

   "At school." At all, play with them, and of course some physical contact
is inevitable, but I specifically defined Touching.  Sexually.  "No hurry."
she nodded, "You have all year, no need to bring a boy home the firth day.
It's better to make sure he likes me, an I like him then make a mistake."

   "And if we make a mistake?"

   "We go to jail." This isn't the tooth fairy we're talking about.

   "And finally?"

   "Supervizion.  You have to watch the firth few times to make sure nobody
gets hurt." Boys can play pretty rough, and then you get things like sex
involved, and it can quickly turn to abuse.

   "Good," I gave her her lunch, and she ran off, her skirt and hair
swinging behind her.  And good girl that she is, she didn't bring a boy
home for the first day, the first week, it was almost a month before she
even considered it, and she showed me, when I picked her up.

   "Thee!?" She pointed excitedly, and he was playing on the playground.  I
got out, parked, and walked over there until his mother showed up.

   "Oh yes," he was indeed beautiful, and she ran up, to talk to him.  He
was hanging, up side down so his shirt hung out over his round tummy, and
outy navel.

   "Momma says it's okay if you come play at our houth." She looked back,
and I nodded, "If your mommy seth it's okay." He dropped down, stood up,
and I immediately saw she was bigger.  A little taller, being one of the
older, and larger girls in the class, she naturally picked one of the
youngest, and smallest.

   He hugged her.  Okay, that's okay, I looked around, children hug
children, and nobody seemed to be looking disapprovingly, if you don't call
attention to it, by looking around to see if anyone disapproves.

   I got down, with my knees together, knowing this skirt rides up. 
August, it's still very hot, and humid, so we're still wearing light summer
dresses.  "You like my daughter?"

   He nodded, "Thes pretty, and the thez I'm pretty!"

   "And you like that?" he nodded, "Feeling pretty?" Even harder.

   "Your pretty too." he pointed, at my face.  Which heated immediately.

   "Thank you, sweety.  And what do you like to play?"

   "Dollth?"

   "Not action figures?"

   He shook his head, "There ugly, and mean.  I don't like boith, there
ugly and mean."

   "Well, not all boys." He sucked 2 fingers, though.  "Like you, you're
pretty and nice, right?" he grinned.  "Well, my daughter likes nice pretty
boys like you."

   "Boith don't like me."

   "Why not?"

   "I pway wiph dolth."

   "Well, those boys are stupid!" My daughter told him, "But your smart. 
Why I like you and not them."

   Then, his mother showed up, and honked.  "Therth my momma!"

   So, I walked over to her car, "Momma, momma, I have a fwend!"

   "Yes," she laughed, "I see that!"

   "Can I go pway wiph my fwend?  Pwease?"

   I explained, "My daughter would like to play with him, at home this
afternoon.  If that would be all right?"

   She nodded, leaned out, and called her other children.  "Come on now!"
They ran up to get in, we stepped aside from the passenger side so they
could get in front.

   "That would be great, actually.  I have to get them to practice, could
you give me your phone number, so I can call and have him dropped off?"

   "Of course," I nodded.  So, it was as simple as that, we exchanged
numbers, addresses, and I promised to bring him home for dinner.

   "About 6, or 6:30.  If I don't get a chance to call, we should be home
by then."

   "Well, he can stay for dinner, if you like?" I touched his shoulder, so
he looked up, and smiled.

   "Can I!?"

   "Well," she looked at the clock on the dashboard clock, "Actually that
would be great this evening, because we're so very busy."

   "Yay!"

   "We really have to get going, I'll call you tonight."

   "All, right." He jumped, hopped, and skipped all the way to were we're
parked.  They both got in back, and sat together in the middle.  I flipped
the mirror down, to keep an eye on them, but they started kissing
immediately.

   "Kids," I warned, "You can wait until you get home."

   "Sorry," they looked ashamed, but they stayed together, looking at
eachother, holding hands, and smiling.  And kissed again, but real quick,
then looked to see if I was watching.  It was difficult to keep my eyes on
the road, and my heart felt so big I thought it might burst.  But one
paranoid motorist calling the cops with my license plate would be just what
I needed, or an accident from not paying attention.

   "All right, break it up.  Scoot over to the doors, and hold onto the
handles." I looked over my shoulder, but he looked back at her.  The whole
time, "What did I tell you about kissing at school?"

   "We didint!"

   "Don't lie to me, young lady."

   "Hh, I couldn't wait, I'm sorry."

   "I warned you, if you get caught then you'll never get to play with
him," Not to mention I really could go to jail for allowing this.  "Do you
want that?" Not that I was, doing it, for them.

   "No?"

   "You did Not do anything else, at school?"

   "No?"

   "Huh!" At last we were home, so I put it on hold until we got inside.  I
sat them down, opposite sides of the kitchen table.

   "Now, tell me what she did, at school.  Tell me everything, and don't
lie.  I'll know if you're lying." he thought, "The longer this takes, the
longer until you get to go play."
"Okay:"
Boyfriend {I'm taking the residual lithp out of here, assume she

transcribed it, probably to masturbate to.}

   We played dolls.  Uhm, you know, how to play dolls?  Well, she saw me,
playing dolls, and came to play with me.  The boys called me sissy, so she
got mad, and chased them off.  Then the teacher came and scolded her, so
she had to tell them they was bullying me.  Then, we got to play dolls. 
There was other girls, playing dolls too, so we kept there clothes on, but
she whispered a lot, and we giggled.  She said we can take there clothes
off, and play dressup with them at her house, if I want to go home and play
with her, after school.  Then, it was storytime, so we put up the toys, and
the teacher read us a story.  Then it was naptime, so we got out the mats,
but the teacher wasn't looking, and she stoled a doll.  She showed me, she
held up the doll, so I could see under her skirt, and I giggled.  Then, she
pulled out the stitches, so she could take off her underwear, and she
showed me the doll without her underwear.  Then, she got a red crayon, or
this was after naptime, we got to play with toys again when the teacher was
doing something, but it was a pink crayon, and she showed me where she drew
a line, under she skirt.

   Then, she put her legs up, and showed me under her skirt.  I'm not
supposed to look at girls underwear, but it was okay, cause she tooked them
off.  She showed me, she had a line like she drew on the doll, but just
real quick, and put her legs down.  Then, she said she had to go to the
bathroom again, to put her underwear back on.  When we got to play dolls
again, we played in the corner so the other girls won't see.  We payed
kissing, but with the dolls, we didn't get to kiss, because everyone could
see, but we could play kissing with the dolls, cause nobody could see in
the corner there.

   Mother {F Voye Mast, gb CD Play NS.}

   I got up, stood him up in the chair, and bent over to kiss him.  "Good
boy." For telling, then I got my daughter, stood her up, turned around and
put her hands on the back of the chair.  "You exposed yourself to him, in
the classroom." She was already crying, and I gave her one swat for that.

   "I'm sorry!"

   "Bad girl, someone could have seen you, and then you would be kicked out
of school." Then inevitably would come the investigation into where she
learned that.

   "But nobody else saw it!"

   "Was there anyone behind him?"

   "No?  Ow!"

   "That's for lying.  You got away with it this time, but the more times
you do it, the more chances they have to catch you at it.  If they had seen
you, I would have gotten a call, and he wouldn't have been able to come
over today."

   "I'm sorry, I won't do it again.  Ow!" She rubbed her bottom.

   "That was for drawing on the doll.  That's not your doll, it belongs to
the school, and if they had saw that, they would eventually find out who
did it.  Just like I always find out when you are bad.  Now." I set her on
the floor, "Lets go in your room, and play."

   I took their hands, and led them down the hall.  He went right to the
dolls, and he really likes to play with them!  One in each hand, "Can we
dress them up right now?"

   "Of course," I sat down with them, "Get their clothes." She did, and for
a while we got them undressed.

   I immediately saw that she must have gotten her hands on a marker.  A
red one, but the white fabric, and the peach colored plastic made the thin
lines look pink too.  He laughed, overjoyed, "She fixed these too!"

   He held them up, legs in the air.  \!/ Right down to the dot for the
anus.

   "What's this?"

   "That is her crease, and this is for her poopy hole."

   "I have a poopyhole, but I don't have a crease."

   "Of course not, you are a boy, and girls have creases.  What do you
call, what you have instead of a crease?"

   "I have a line," he got up, and started undoing his shorts.  "See?" He
held up his soft little penis, to show me.

   "hH!  Show her too," He turned, and she grinned, wide.  Sitting on the
floor, her skirt up on her legs.

   "See?  You showed him yours, in Class!" I reminded her, "But now you can
take off your underpants to give him a better look."

   She nodded, her mouth wide open.  "Huh?" She shook her head.

   "I wanna crease!"

   "Well, I'm sorry, but."

   "Well, then I wanna dressup!"

   "Okay?" He grinned, kicked off his shoes, and sat down to pull off his
shorts.  My daughter snapped out of it, and pulled off her underpants,
grinning.

   "Nh!" he threw his shorts in the corner, but his underpants fell out. 
He got up, half naked, and my daughter laughed, covering her mouth with
both hands.  And blushing, he bent over, but I could barely see the seamed
scrotum under his young round bottom, and boyish thighs.  Or childish, but
he pulled out a skirt, and put it on?  "There." He nodded, "Now I'm pretty
too!" Beaming, I covered my mouth too.  He's a crossdresser?

   My daughter got up, "You forgot your underwear," with her underpants,
and bent over to hold them under his feet.  "Here," he put a foot in, but
he wobbled, so I held his shoulder to balance while he put his other foot
up.  Then she slid the panties up his skinny legs, and under the skirt.  He
looked up, and grinned so wide I had to kiss him, and lick his teeth.

   "Uh!" I sat on her bed, then lay back, sideways to watch.  Then, they
got down on the floor, playing just like girls.  2 girls, with dolls, one
darling little one with short hair, pulling off clothes, and checking if
they're "Fixed." They were, they all were, I had no idea she had been
fixing dolls, but the ones with more womanly shapes even had nipples,
dotted on their chests.  The ones that didn't have breast shapes at all,
didn't.  "Huh!" I pulled my skirt up, to get my hand between my legs, and
put my other arm up under my hair.

   "Sweetheart," she looked up, "Are you having fun?" She nodded, grinning.
"Would you like to try on his underwear?" She looked, over where his shorts
were thrown in the corner.

   "Yeah!" She picked up the tiny tighty witeys, and sniffed them first. 
Then, she squatted down to step into them and pulled them up.  Under her
skirt, she stood up, rubbing her bottom through it.  "Can I wear your
shorts too?"

   He looked back, and nodded.  "Uhuh?" She took the skirt off first, and
the sight of my daughter.  They were tight, she's over a year older than
him it turns out, 15 months, and when you're 5-6, that's quite a
significant difference.  I had to help her button them.  When I stopped,
climaxing.  I didn't even expect it, so distracted by the sexy
crossdressing play that it hit me by surprise.  But my eyes slammed shut,
just as soon as I saw her bend over.  To pick up the shorts, in oh so too
tight little boys underwear.  "Huhn!"

   "I'M THE BOY NOW!" I culd barely crack my eyes.

   "Hun!" To see her, skinny arms up like goal posts, "Nh!" In a peach
spaghetti strap top, and "Ah god," the boy shorts, pulled up over her hips
so I could button them.  "Neauh!"

   "Uh!' she pushed him.

   "Stop," I had to pull my hands out, "Why did you do that?"

   "Boys are rough!" she looked up, mean and defiant, fists still balled,
but the was sprawled on the floor, eyes, and mouth wide open.

   "No!" I shook my finger so she shrank back, so I pointed, "See?  If a
boy can be pretty, then you don't have to be a bully just cause you're
playing the boy!" She looked like she'd cry.  "Boys are bad, remember?  And
you know what happens to bad boys?"

   "Please mom, I'm sorry." She wimpered.  "Don't spank me, I won't do it
again, I promise."

   "It's okay," I held her, "Now you didn't want to play the boy just so
you could be mean, and ugly did you?"

   "Uh uh?" She shook her head on my chest.

   "Hh, now, you owe her a swat."

   "What?" she looked up.

   "I'm not going to spank you, but that's the rule." now, "If you hurt
him, he gets to spank you.  All right?  Get up.  That's right, bad boys get
spanked, and good girls get kisses." I held her hands on the bed, but she
stopped crying.  She looked back, shivering a little.  "Go on," I nodded to
him, but now he looked like he'd cry.  "Do It!"

   "Uh!" She fell over, on the bed, but that just bent her over, so I let
her hands go.  "Huh!" She shivered, and for a moment, I thought she was
having an orgasm?  No, she just held the covers.  "Hhh!"

   "Did you like that?" She nodded a little.  "You want him to hit you
again?"

   'hmhm??' She wimpered.  "Mh!" She shivered again.  Then she stood up,
and grabbed his neck.  I was about to intervene, but she didn't hit him. 
She held his head up to kiss him.

   "Hmn!" He relaxed, his arms falling limp, and his mouth opened wide. 
Eyes closed, but I knew she was sticking her tongue in his mouth.

   "That's the rule." When they finally stopped, "Bad boys get spanked, and
good girls get kissed."

   {I'm just going to guestimate that the likelyhood of there being a
transexual boy, and girl in the same 30 child kindergarten class, with a
Pedophilic mother at about 1-in-astronomical.  This is Fantasy, and an
Ideal one.  All things considered.  Nor do I support the theory that
there's Anything that can "Cure" a compulsive sexual predator.  This is
pretty much just a stroker for the author.}

   I went down for a minute to check on dinner, and when I came back up, I
had to cover my gasp.  They switched shirts, a while ago, but then I found
her with her new shorts open, and her hand stuffed in there.  Not playing
with herself, but her fingers balled in a fist to push her thumb out the
open flies, and her hand on his head.  Kneeling on the floor to suck her
thumb like a penis.  "Yeah," he even nodded, and she patted it.  Not moving
in and out in a fucking motion, but I could see his cheeks puff in, and he
swallowed, just like a young boy sucking his thumb.

   "Uh!" I had to get my hands up my skirt, and they played philatio, just
like she'd seen in her brother's "Storybooks," long enough for me to
quickly rub myself off to a quivering orgasm.  "Huh!" I got up, "Let me get
my camera." Seriously, it was easily the hottest thing I'd even seen, but
they stopped, and were back to spanking when I came back with the polaroid.
Bent over the bed, just like the first time, she moaned, and clutched at
the blankets, while he rubbed the pockets of her shorts.  "Hh!" She
shivered.  "NH!"

   Then she got up, "Good girls get kisses," he just let his head loll
back, and she held his arms this time.  I snapped a picture of that too.

   "You want to suck her thumb again?" He nodded, and got on his knees. 
Had to help her with the button, "Put your hand on his head," I had enough
material for a week after this, but she patted it, and stuck her thumb out.
Slowly, like she was getting an erection, and pulled the fly open with the
fingers of the other hand.

   "Here," she petted the back of his head, "Suck it." I snapped another,
"Suck it good."

   "Hm!" He sighed, and sucked it for quite a while, but I didn't need more
pictures of that.  His eyes closed, he really liked it, his fluttering
cheeks blushed so read, I finally got another picture of that, timed so
that they sucked all the way in.

   ;

   Curiosity {MF Bi Rim/Peg}

   "Honey," I didn't know how to say this, but: "Are you turning gay?"

   "What?" she laughed, "Whatever gave you such an idea?"

   "Huh," here goes, "Well, I didn't mean to pry, but, I noticed how your,
sexuality has gotten lately, and I.  Well, I found some things, you'd
hidden."

   "No," she kissed my chest, "I'm not turning bi."

   "Well, I saw the, video you had."

   "You watched it?"

   "No, but Strapon Sluts?" IV!  Not to mention, you know, the strapon. 
And an extra large bottle of lube.

   She got up, naked, and I still can't even get used to how beautiful she
looks.  Even after 2 kids, and 15 years, she bent shamelessly over in the
back of her closet, pulled out her shoes, and lifted open the trunk she had
under them.  "Well, I was afraid our son had gotten in here, so that's a
relief."

   She stood up, turned around, her full breast swinging with the movement,
and walked to our TV.  "Hh, If you had, you would have seen where the tape
was, run back to my favorite part.  But like you said, you didn't mean to
pry."

   A 3some, like I saw on the jacket, but she immediately pulled out behind
her.  Up on his penis, for double penetration, I saw that position on the
cover as well, but then the scene changed, or there was a jump cut.  He
bent over, 69 with the girl, then I saw her hand.  Wearing a black glove,
but greasy.  Feeling his ass, wiping the lube in the crack, then her other
hand.  Holding up the thick plastic dildo, and rolling on a rubber.  "Hh?"

   "I don't want to fuck another woman." I turned away, but she kissed my
cheek.  Whispered in my ear, 'I want to fuck you, I just didn't know how to
ask.' When we met, she couldn't even say 'poop' without giggling, but
honestly, I don't know what's gotten into her lately.

   "So, you haven't been, fucking, anyone else?" It looked like it had been
used.

   "No, huh!  I know," she felt my satisfied penis, "You've been having a
little trouble lately, but I can also strap it onto something, like the
Bannister.  I haven't even, looked for anyone else.  I love You," she
kissed me, "And only you, but since, you've been getting older..."

   "Well," I could barely watch, "I don't know if I could, go through with,
something like that."

   "It doesn't hurt." she shook his head.

   "You tried it?"

   "In my ass?" I winced, "Yeah, I love it, and I can finger myself that
way, when I can't with it in my cunt."

   She sure was talking dirtier lately too, but despite myself, I felt it
starting to bulge in her stroking hand.  "Let me run it back, you want to
try that?  Double penetration, with my plastic lover first?"

   "Well," that did look, kind of sexy.  "Do you think you could, find
another woman, for a threesome?"

   "Tell you what, I'll start looking, and you can start letting me loosen
you up." She goosed down, "Back here, deal?" I closed my eyes, swallowed
and nodded.  "Good," she kissed my nipple, sucked it hard, and ran her hand
up my thigh.  "Smp!  Here," she pulled, "Put your leg up."

   "Okay?" she slapped my buttock.  "Uh!"

   She got up, "I'll get the lube."

   Femdom {Well, F/M Mari Dom Toys, Rim/Peg, Porn...}

   Well, that worked!  I thought about it, and the last thing I wanted was
for him to find my pictures.  It was a big risk, even taking them, but you
can't get porn like that.  Not just childporn, but crossdressing transexual
childporn, with my daughter.  Not that I would, ever abuse her, but
watching her with her boyfriend.  I was so proud, I just had to take a few
momentos.  But I know my husband, have since he was 6, and we started
kissing in grade school.  Now he's pushing 30, he's not even getting close
to midlife impotence issues, but.  I have to admit, it was getting a little
boring in the sack, and it's not fair to him.  Thinking about little boys
to get any pleasure out of it, since he's grown.  The main thing is, I know
he'd never be able to pull out the strapon, half a bottle of lube, bisexual
pegging video, and dildo to find the false bottom, and incredibly illegal
pictures underneath.

   "Here," I handed him a glove, "Put this on," and uncapped the
Astroglide. (There's better ones on the market, now, but this was a while
ago.)

   I lay down, sideways, my top leg up to open my asshole as much as I
could and took his hand.  Kissing the glove, sucking his fingers.  "Get it
good and wet first." I added a little lube, then felt back to wet my crack
some too.  "Sit up, so you can see what you're doing." He turned around on
the bed, "Hm," and felt my thigh.  My buttock pulled tight with his greasy
gloved hand.  "Hh, take it slow, don't try to stick it in right away, just.
Nm, huh!  Just get it wet, and spread it around.  Yeah," my pucker kissed
at his fingertips, "That's good." Hopefully he'd get it hard, before we
worked up to the toy.  Smaller than him, the smallest one I could find, and
I even had to fix the harness to make it fit.  but "Hm.  That's good." He
knew, how to get me wet with his mouth, and finger me to loosen me up. 
Since he'd grown, even 2 kids don't really loosen you up, like you may have
heard.  For a few hours, but it's elastic, and it snaps back, even after
pushing out a human being.  Just like lube, yes a woman moisturizes,
naturally when we start getting horny, but that doesn't mean don't use
lube. I've been secretly moistening myself for him for years, knowing he'd
take it personally, think he wasn't getting me wet enough, which isn't the
point.  There is no wet enough, too much lube doesn't exist.  But for this,
"Hm, try to work your pinky in, a little." Why didn't I think of this
before?  "NH!" I clenched reflexively.  "Huh, stop, that's enough, just. 
hn, wiggle it around al little, hah!  Yeanh NGH!"

   I just put my head down, but what better way to teach your husband about
lube?  He was learning, hurting me a little, but it was his first time, and
he was learning.  Slowly, don't rush it, 'hah!' breathe, relax, don't
tense. Here comes a knuckle, "Grn!" Push him out, or try so that the tight
muscle rolls out, and wraps around.  "Ngh!" Nod, but I can't talk now, just
grunt, and try to breathe.

   Girls, ladies.  Try this, if your man has any interest in anal, it's a
great way to teach him about lube.  Once he learns this, he'll be much
better at doing it the normal way, getting you good and ready to fuck, and
a lot more patient about getting you there.  Just like I taught him to take
it slow, get me off first so he doesn't have to after he's gotten his.  Or
finish my self off while he's washing up in the bath.

   "Huh!  I yeah.  I have another hole, you, noh?" And he's got more
fingers, I was ready, and he started rubbing 2 around the opening to that.
"Lube, more lube."

   "Okay," I heard the cap snap.

   "Guh!" He popped out, and I hunched, sucking in a gasp before I could
catch my breath.

   "Wow," he laughed, "You really like it."

   I turned, put my head up on my hand.  "You're next." I nodded
diagonally. "This is just the first step, but I ment it.  We're not fucking
another woman until I fuck you."

   "I was kind of joking about that."

   "I'm not.  Seriously, I can find other lovers, other men who'll let me
fuck them.  You know that, but I love you, I want you, and I can give you
this.  Please you in ways you never imagined if you let me.  Love is a 2
way street, but." My eyes closed, "MNH!" And I bit my lip.  Turned, and let
my arm fall, my face drop in the pillow.  Pulled it up into my neck to
cradle it.  "Hh, gently, go slow." But he had his fingertips in, and his
pinky running laps around my hot sensitive pucker.  It's getting more and
more sensitive.  He's finding that the 2 fingers help stretch it out
sideways too, so it, "Nyeah!" slips in easily this time.  "HHHHHM!" I
moaned into the pillow.

   "Two in the pink, one in the stink." he chuckled.

   "Huh, hushuh!" He rocked, back and forth so his pinky pulled out while
his fingertips pushed in, and it drove me bananas!  "Yhyeh yeah
yeheyeyeyeyeah!" He started shaking it, which just wiggled all three in
deeper until he could "Pinch it shHEAUW!"

   It burst, like a bucket of water thrown over me, and I clutched
desperately at his probing fingers in spasms.  "Huh hihn hih yih!" I
squirmed, twisting to grab his wrist and pull him out.  "AUH!" I just fell
over, stretching out, and held my head up to pant until the twitching,
shaking, and shivering stopped.  "Hhhhhhh!" I put my hands up, and pulled
my hair back to let my head down, and breathe.  He just rubbed my bottom,
my back, and my thighs, until I calmed down.

   "Yeah, huhuhah.  Okay, fine, let me try that."

   "Hh, huh huhh!" I got up.  "All right, get on the bed."

   I thought about this, I thought about everything I could think of but
for this.  No lube, no toys, just my mouth, and my husband's ass. 
Honestly, there's no better tool.  I said I wanted to fuck him, and I'd get
to that, but really the movie, lube, dildo, and box were a hiding place for
my most shameful momentos.

   And it wasn't about my tongue, licking an ass.  It was about my husband,
giving him this, finally bringing him into my world.  Honestly, he's still
a prude, and I have no one to blame but myself, but this is about love.  I
sheltered him, to hide how sick I really was.  I was done hiding.

   And he loved it.

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   "Uh!" I finally got off.  And then, I could open my eyes, tuning around
to curl up on the bed, panting, still feeling, the most indescribable
satisfaction of my life, and blink.  At the window, the spreading band of
bluish white above the roof across the street.  "Oh my god," I sat up, and
spasmed a little.  Wetly, in my completely eaten out ass, "It's morning?"

   "Sorry," she wiped her mouth and laughed, "I guess I lost track of
time." Well, yes, but.  No, that still doesn't add up.  We had just went to
bed, made love, talked for a while, watched a movie, and I have never seen
her so completely satisfied so quickly.  That 2 in the pink, one in the
stink thing, I heard about it, joked and laughed at work, but it didn't
even take but a couple minutes.  It took her longer to catch her breath
enough to talk.  That's why I finally gave in, and let her try it, but I
checked the clock, twice.
[5:38]
Even if it was after midnight when she started.  She literally ate my
ass for hours.  I never understood, nor even thought to wonder.  What it's
like, being multiorgasmic, taking hours, and several fuckings to satisfy
her.  But I lost hours, and it was the most indescribable feeling of my

whole life.  It still is.

   "You have to go to work today?"

   "I've never missed a day in my life," but I can't seriously consider,
going into work today.  What if it leaks out, do I even want to sit in the
car?  "Huh!" Shake my head, "Hand me the phone."

   "I need a shower."

   "I need a bath."

   "I'll wait until you fill the tub," she slapped my leg, and got up to
put everything away.  "Huh!" I just lay back a minute, closed my eyes, I
think I passed out.

   First, she bent me over.  I was hard again, so she milked it, like a
cow, but the moment her mouth slipped between my cheeks.  It went soft, and
I didn't care.  She let go, ran her hands up the backs of my legs, and
pulled my cheeks apart.  "SPH!" It made me tense, but then that made it
quiver on the tip of her tongue, and she laved me, well it felt like a long
time before I got tired.  My back started to ache so I layed down.  "Here,"
she put my legs up, and helped pull me to the end of my bed.  I couldn't
get over the fact that she was really doing something, so disgusting, but
it felt so good I couldn't keep my eyes open.  But, for hours?  At least 4
hours, the tape ran out, and it was a 4 hour tape.  She started it over, I
heard the whole thing, but it ran out.  She kept going.

   And she didn't just lick it, she shook her face so her cheeks slapped
between mine, groped, and rubbed them like breasts, lapped up to my balls,
and rubbed my wet spot with her fingers.  She didn't fuck me, didn't even
push her pinky in.  I would have let her, I almost wanted her to, but she
lapped back down, and her chin dug in first.  Oh got that felt incredible,
and I could feel the soaked hairs, slipping down with it.  Even that felt
incredible, and I felt so hot.  So literally hot, like I'd been paddled,
but inside.  Or inside the outside, she could barley get the tip of her
tongue in it was so short, and soft, but I felt the soft donut of my
asshole, spasming, and my heart beat inside.  In several places, in time to
the pounding in my ears.

   I could barely move, just breathe in pants, gasps, and moans.  It wasn't
like being paralyzed, but just too weak.  Too heavy, like the air was thick
as warm water, but I didn't drown.  I could breathe, about all I could do
was breathe.  I couldn't hold my legs any more, they started slipping and I
let go, even knowing that would mean she had to stop.  But I just couldn't
hold them any longer.  The tape stopped, I remember hearing it rewind, and
she let me catch my breath.  Got up to turn off the TV, the VCR, but. 
Finally I could move.  She helped me up, on my knees.  I almost bent over
again, the wrong way, but she held me up.  "Here," she lay down, "Try
sitting on my face." I like that, but she pushed me off, and grabbed a
pillow to stuff under her neck.  Then she grabbed my hips, pulled me back
so my ass split, and kissed me again.  I had to hold myself up, with my
hands on her knees.  My penis hung limp until I opened my eyes.  Felt it
drape on her chest.  Squeezed between my knees, wet and shiny from all the
slobber that ran down, I got hard again.  Gripped them, held them and
slipped them around my cock until the cold spittle warmed up with friction.


   That's how I finally got off.  It splashed out over her tummy, and
thighs, clung to her pubic hairs, and finally I realized how late it was.
How early, it lasted so long it was my first one of the day, not the second
of the night.

   "Huh?"

   "Well," she rubbed my chest, "At least the hot water's back up." I
turned, blinked.
[8:07]

   She turned me back, kissed me.  "Good morning."

   "Yeah."

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   We kissed for a while, but then I stopped, held his face, and looked
seriously in his eyes.  "So, what is it?"

   "Huh," he looked away, but I could tell something was bothering him.  "I
think my dad is gay too."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "I thought it was a fantasy, I mean a hot fantasy, when you told me
about your dad."

   "No," I closed my eyes, until the flashbacks started, "Huh.  He molested
me." But, it made me gay, for my best friend, so it's not all bad.  Why he
lets us fool around, "Where d'you think I got all the porn from?"

   "Well, anyway.  I found the strapon, and I thought it was my moms'. 
Because it's a dildo, but then I came home.  The door was locked, and he
never locks the door when he's home, but by the time I got my keys out, he
got his pants up, but he was trying to hide something.  The strapon, he
tied it to the post at the bottom of the stairs, and he did up his belt,
but the zipper was down, and he didn't button them." He covered his giggle,
"And he shaves, his pubes."

   I was 13, so I had plenty, and he was growing quite a few.  "Nhn,"

   He hugged me, and held me, but now I couldn't stop.  "Oh," he petted my
hair, "Did he molest you too?"

   "No," I sobbed, and tried to take a breath.  "Hhihihih!" I tried to tell
him, so many times.  "Your mom did." So many times, "That's why, I don't go
over there any more." Finally I stopped, it felt so good to finally get it
off my chest.

   "Oh," he shook his head, and made the most horrible face.  I mean after
that, "What?" I was afraid to ask, what could possibly be worse?

   "She has pictures too..."

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   I don't even know who she is, and I don't care.  My wife told me, "The
mother of a friend." One of our children's, she was attractive, older than
even my wife, and she thought I was "Very" attractive, that was it.  She
arranged it, anonymously, and while she's into anal with her husband, she's
"never fucked anyone before.  I've always been on the receiving end, but
now I'd like to try it."

   And when I say attractive, I don't mean some young skinny little thing.
I was into that, teenage girls when I was a little boy, it's childish, and
I outgrew it with my wife.  She had children, and stretch marks.  She
sagged, and her ass spread out broad flat, and jiggly.  Neither of them are
fat, but they have bellies too, and I love that.  Not more to love, well
there's 2 of them, but the kids were out, staying with friends, and we went
right up to our King sized bed.  I guess this was like swinging?  I've
never been with anyone but my wife, and she never cheated on me either, but
this wasn't about cheating, this was about enjoying another woman, a
mature, beautiful woman, together.

   So, we brought a bottle, some wine, took a few sips, but not to get
drunk.  They undressed me, and eachother, then I lay back.  They kissed me,
felt all over my body, and I felt their breasts, all over me.  That's
another thing the love of my life finally showed me, I'm not just a penis.
It's not about just my penis, or getting off, my whole body can be
stimulated, the more turned on I get, and I've never been this turned on
before.  Oh, and she's straight, as far as I know they both are, in the
sense of not being into other women.  I'm not into other men, either, but
that kept me from experiencing my ass, for decades.  For far too long, so
to start, it was all about me.  And I loved that too.

   The other woman took my penis in her hands, her mouth, but again she was
all over.  My crotch, my thighs, her breast on my still tight muscular
midriff, kissing and lapping my scrotum while my hardon beat against her
neck, then sucking me in, and rubbing back and forth between my thighs and
hips.  Feeling up to her chest, and puffing them, shaking them around on my
abs.  Going deep, and "Kah!" Spitting it on my raging hardon when it
snapped back down.

   Backwards on the bed, so I could see her unfamiliar cunt.  Feel her
legs, her generous ass, and getting chances to kiss her, as she moved up
and down on top of me.  Finally, I had enough, the smell of her arousal was
overpowering so I had to pull her back, and eat her meaty moist feminine
flesh.  "Huh!" she bucked, her hooded hard clitorus on my tongue and chin,
"Yeah, right there!" She shook, her ass clapping, and slapping before my
eyes, and sat up.  Gripping my slobber coated shaft like a joystick, and
riding my face.  My whole face, my nose deep within her fragrant ass,
bumping over my eyes, then humping free so I could see it, and her back
arching up, contracting in the distance.  Her hair falling back.  "Auh! 
Fuck uh.  Hun hun hun!" Humping hard and fast, not cumming, but very very
aroused, and the new wonder flavors, smells, and shapes.  This was another
woman, but my wife was right there.

   Not just watching, getting it out, finally the other woman got up, moved
down dragging her wet cunt, legs, and ass down my chest, and pinching the
end of the rubber on my tip.  "God, what a nice fucking cock!" She mounted
me, facing away, but I looked down to see her grip the headboard, and lift
her hips.  Her ass to slap me with it.  "Uh!"

   Then my wife, her plastic cock in my face, "Suck it," she switched it
back and forth on my nose, "Get it good and wet."

   "Neah!" It wasn't like a cock at all.  Other than being long, and
narrow, round, and sticking out below her breasts.  Hanging over me in the
cups of her bra.  It was purple, and rather thin.  I don't care, she fucked
me.  This morning, slowly and sensously, massaging my back, then laying
down.  To feel her, body against me, constantly aware that this wasn't a
man, fucking me.  Deep within my bowels, not just a woman, my loving wife.
"Huh!" I had to pant, but she held it up to give me a taste of her cunt,
and I sucked it.  The juice from it, and she loves that.  The loose flesh
of her opening "PHWB SSSLK!" Sucking, and blowing in and out, flapping
together, then dilating, farting and queefing on my face, then slipping up
to my cleanshaven chin to assfuck my nose.  "Uh!" I had to push her up to
breathe, and lick my lips.  Take a deep breath through my nose, full of her
cunt, and the scent of her clean beautiful ass crack.  Then pulling her
hips, "HALNLAWULAWL!"

   She bucked, shuddering on my probing tongue, her anus spasming, and
puckering on it.  She had to explain this, she doesn't like rimming, she
did it for hours, at least 4-t5 hours, because I loved it, and I was just
returning the flavor.  I don't hate it, it's all right, I'd rather go down
with her cunt right there on my chin, but "NH hooaaahh!" But she loves it.

   "Ngh!" I got off, almost completely forgot the other woman.  Ridging me,
but the soft weight hitting my hips, and her thighs brushing mine finally
overcame my rubber wrapped cock.  "Hn, yeah!" She got off, both of them,
and my wife helped me up.  Bent me over while TOW lay back with pillows up
on the headboard.  Then Her face, mouth, tongue in my ass, pulling me open
with her hands.  Soft long fingers, and nails in my hair, running over my
scalp, guiding me down to her hot wet fresh fucked snatch.  "Yeah, eat me.
Eat me good, suck that clit, yeah, uh!" I nodded, happilly lapping up the
wet skin to slip up and down her tiny hardness.

   "Slhk!  Slup!" Sucking it, and letting it snap back out, lapping the
hood back up, and rubbing the bare nub with my tongue.  Here's what I love
about mature women, full grown adult cunt.  Little girls, or the one I saw
and touched, and kissed a lifetime ago don't have all this, to suck, lick,
and pinch between my lips.  Fuck back and forth over my nose with all that
scent, and flavor.  That's how you can tell they're too young, not ready,
they don't have a cunt.

   ."Hn'eah, oh, no, don't stop, yeah, faster, nh nhh!" She climaxed. 
Twitching, in my tongue.  Pressed in so hard, I just held it for her
frantic bucking, her nails digging in my scalp, then her thighs clapping
hard over my ears.  "HnnnNNNN AUGH!"

   "You ready?" she spread my cheeks, "Big boy?" Slapped them together.

   "Nyeah," I nodded, aching for it, "Fuck me," gasped, hyperventelating
for breath while I still can, "Fuck me now, Uhnnn!" I just put my head
down. She sank in, slowly.  Pushing my muscle deep, and swirling it around
first.  Avoiding the center, rubbing it to relax, but I waited until it was
around the bottom, spasmed, clenched, and pushed my back up.  To arch,
force the dildo down like a lever to the deep opening and pushed to slip my
sphinkter over it, gripping and spasming as she sank in.  I know, I
grunted, or moaned, or something.  I don't care, because the world went
away.  Then she bent over, her hips and tummy over my ass, breasts over my
back, reaching under to rub my chest, and grip my shoulders.

   "Ready?" she whispered in my ear.  I could only nod, breathless, eyes
clenched, bracing for the fucking to cum.  She fucked me, she fucked the
shit out of me.  The world went away, and all I knew was this.  I was home.

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   "Ngn!" He gulped, and fell down.  Flat on the bed, panting, which pulled
it out.  I went down, moving to insert it back in him, but his wife stopped
me.  "No, he's done.  Just give him a minute." She pulled out the strap,
and buckle on my hip.  I slid the other one down my thigh, and put my leg
up to slip it off my foot.  It was dirty.  "Here,S' rubbed his buttocks,
and thighs, "Do his back."

   "Hh, I've never been with, a man like this before." Nice strong muscular
back.  "My husband, is selfish.  He gets off, and, he's brought me to
climax, maybe twice.  He's gone down on me, or tried to but, huh!" It
wasn't like that, "I don't think he cares, about my pleasure.  It was just
to get him wet, or so I'd suck him off."

   "You don't like that?"

   "Oh," I shook my head, "I do, or I did, with your husband." I ment it,
he's got a beautiful dick.  I never thought I'd say that.

   "And the anal?"

   "That hurts," I hate it.  Can't believe he loves it so much.  Why, when
she said I could fuck her husband, "I never imagined, fucking a man like
that."

   "Did you like it?"

   "Mh?" I shrugged, "It was all right." He can eat me out any day, and my
husband can go fuck himself.  "But, I'm still not sure about, being fucked.
Like that."

   "Well," she came around, still naked, a fresh rubber slipped onto her
skinny litle dildo.  "There's one way to find out.  "What d'you say honey,
you think you'll be ready, once I losten her up?"

   "Uh huh?" he sat up, already getting hard again.  "Can you hand me
another rubber?"

   "Here," she rubbed my arm, "Lie down, relax.  It shouldn't hurt, your
husband was just doing it wrong." I lay down, she put a pillow under my
head, and bunched it around my neck.  I closed my eyes.  "Good, just
relax..." They both lifted my legs, and held them up.  "This won't hurt a
bit," she promised.

   ;

   She is right, the more times I tell it.

   It does get better.

   .