I sat watching TV for a while. I was down there for at least an hour. Focusing on what I was watching was hard - all I could think about was my step-mom, bound and gagged, struggling against her bonds. I tried to tell myself not to get so excited. She was my step-mom. But at the same time, that fact made it all the more kinky. They are not much of a fit are they?” she murmured. “I should think they are about four sizes too big for you, but you shall keep them on anyway. Now get dressed and come down when you are tidy.”

I wore my corsets at night under my pyjamas and all went very well for a week or two. It was a Thursday afternoon when I got home from school that I found my mother waiting for me with my corsets in her hand. “Where did you get these from?” was her greeting. That evening, mum sat me down at the kitchen table and I had to write a letter of apology to Shona, to include a full description of the leathering I had received as a ‘reward’ for my misconduct. The task completed to mum’s satisfaction, I was then sent to bed early. I was not looking forward to tomorrow!Soon Mrs A put down her cup and said, “I really must dash, Ted will be home soon, and we are going out this evening. See you both tomorrow.” We said good bye and she was gone. That afternoon when I got home from school my mum was again awaiting me, but this time she was looking particularly happy. “Come up to your bedroom Georgie, I have got a surprise for you.” Then when the rough was finished he realized it was a slip like girls wear, then the next item was a white blouse, then of all things a dress like garment that mom called a pinafore. Then she told him she was going to make the cutest matching panties for his new outfit. under her big toe. He got hard real fast so he must be into feet. At first he was a little nervous not knowing what to Technology is advancing rapidly, maybe a little too fast for some as they get way ahead of themselves. Well, it’s a bit strange when some individuals get so carried away with the whole selfie craze that they forget who they are. It’s hard to judge anyone, and especially mothers since it’s hard to relate to the kind of challenges that they face bringing up our young ones, but some of the moms in this article have taken their love of photos to a whole new level. It’s hard to figure out if the pictures were meant for self-gratification and they leaked out by mistake or if these moms were dumb enough to post the pictures themselves.

It was brief as we didn't have much to eat. However, we had both eaten a big lunch. A takeaway might have upset my already tingling stomach. An idea had hatched in my mind.Bent over mom's knees, hands flat on the floor, legs tight together. Mom was about to pull the skirt up to his waist, when she noticed it was so short it was almost there already, but gave it an extra little lift so she could put her hands on the waist band of the panties, then she pulled them down to his knees. Your (of legal age) teenage daughter without her knowing? That is wonderful right? How about I shoot my seed all over your sister without her knowledge or

I was stunned, not realising that I would be seen by anyone else, and mum continued, “You can start doing some girls’ jobs now that you are dressed like a girl.”

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She sighed. "A passing interest, yes." She paused. "I've never done anything... exciting. As in, I've never explored myself in that way." I lifted the lid and lying inside the box I saw a brand new pair of corsets wrapped in tissue paper. I saw the name “Court Royal” on the end of the box, and my mouth fell open. I was trembling, partly with excitement and partly with fear and trepidation.

I was brought up in a village in Hertfordshire in the 1950s and 60s. I lived with my mother and sister, my dad having taken off to find some excitement when I was quite small. My sister Sally was about a year older than me. Sally tended to look down on me, both because of her age and the fact that I was a mere male! Mum, while she was very kind, was very Victorian in her outlook. She tended to regard any discussing of sexual matters, almost anything below the belt, as rather dirty, and never tried to give me even the slightest hint about puberty or the ‘Facts of Life’! up (which I knew she wouldn't). He got a paper towel and ever so gently wiped his cum off her feet, leg, andMy first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits. If you want to be pleasured again, you will have to pay a price," I said as I began to take my clothes off. I walked up to her in my boxers. My bulge pushing out.