From childhood

[Kotishny]

I’ll probably put it all together. Sometimes it’s useful to remember what happened. Especially if this something left an imprint.
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Well, the very first time I saw my parents having sex - I was probably just starting to go to kindergarten. Mom was probably 27-28 years old. I slept in the room with them. My bed stood in the corner, separated by chairs with their backs facing me. I don’t know why, when I woke up at night, I heard sounds that interested me. Looking out from behind the chairs, I saw: dad was half-sitting, his legs bent at the knees. Mom moves on top of him, leaning her back on his knees. Dad sucks her breast. And all this is accompanied by heavy breathing and moaning. Of course I cried. After a while, my mother ran up to me, naked, beautiful.
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Mom, while she was young, was not particularly shy about me. She walked around the house in her underwear. Either in shorts and a T-shirt, on a naked body. And they didn’t hide how much their parents loved each other. And this is good. Dad often spanked mom’s butt. I could have grabbed you by the chest. They kissed, often with tongue.
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When we moved to another apartment, I already had my own room. But I was afraid of the dark for a very long time. And he cried and called his mother. She came running, naked. But still with rapid breathing. Now I understand that apparently I distracted them there).
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In the morning. It was a day off. I woke up and ran to their bedroom to wish them “good morning.” Dad is already standing in his shorts near the bed. Mom lies naked on her tummy. Dad quickly threw the blanket over her. And dad said “let’s go, mom needs to rest.”
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Having moved to another apartment... Evening. Mom and Dad went to the bath together. After a while I decided to tell them something, I open the door, and they are sitting naked in the bathtub, opposite each other and kissing. Mom swore a lot. She asked me: "What if we had sex?".
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All my childhood, during the summer, my parents sent me to my grandparents in the gardens.
And only once, I remember, we stayed overnight too. But we slept in the bathhouse. It would be interesting, of course, to see what was there...
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School time. Having arrived after school before them, I wanted to check out of curiosity what my parents had on the shelves in their closets. I found two folders with photos that made me shake at the time. One had black and white photos, the second had color ones. In black and white there was a completely naked mother, in different poses. Dad took photographs of her before the wedding. And a few photos of her pregnant. And on the colored ones - the mother is about 30 years old. Not completely naked, but also a photo of an intimate nature.
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Rentv showed erotica at night. And I tried not to miss it. Until one day I heard sounds behind the wall. Even earlier I learned that you need to lean the glass upside down against the wall in order to eavesdrop. So I did. I listened to the creaks of the bed, my mother’s moans (at first weak, and then more and more strongly), and spanking. And my mother’s bright orgasms. Then I accidentally found condoms in the trash. Near their bed are packages of condoms and contraceptivetablets. It also shook the first time.

[BUGOR]

so what’s wrong with your parents fucking violently and they liked it

[Lust From Beyond]

Oh yes, I wish I could relive all these childhood moments, but with adult eyes) I liked your (does it sound like “you”?) format. I myself could write a lot of such situations, but it would be an imitation of your topic, so I’ll just quickly list them. As a child, I didn’t understand why they locked themselves in the room; moreover, strange sounds were heard and when the door opened, there was a strange smell in the room. I remember watching my parents having sex in the bathroom (there is still a wonderful viewing hole there, back then my dad had a doggy style). I remember how in the evening I ran in the evening to ask where my hat was, and my mother was jumping on my dad. In fact, it’s both shameful and unpleasant that I interrupted their process. I wrote about one situation on the forum in a separate topic, when my parents had a nice walk and I had the opportunity to touch my absolutely naked mother in the middle of the night. In general, thank you for the post, author!

[Kotishny]

I will gradually continue
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When my mother returned from maternity leave, but it turns out I still didn’t go to kindergarten - she periodically went on business trips. I stayed with dad. I don’t know, I was always turned on by the thought that it wasn’t her dad who could have fucked her.
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Well, by the way, it’s not about sex with dad. I found their video. Old. On cassette. Where the apartment is similar to the one I saw in the photo. There was a girl there who looked like my mother. But the guy was not dad. She gave him a blowjob. And there was sex in the “on top” position. He came in her mouth and pussy.
But again, he didn’t look like dad...

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When I was in primary school, my parents went to see friends for a party. We returned late. I’ve already gone to bed. But while they were changing clothes in the corridor, I heard their conversation. Mom told dad that their friend touched her butt.
I remember that too

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As I understand it, dad didn’t really like condoms at all.
When I accidentally came across my mother’s card from the antenatal clinic, there was a note that six months after my birth, she had a delay. And they suspected pregnancy.
Then she had to install a spiral.
Well, throughout her active life (sexually speaking), she mostly took birth control pills. They wanted a second child, but it didn’t work out... And I regret it now..

[5nica]

Congratulations to boys of all ages in the "Peeping"
Happy International Women’s Day
and I wish everyone the realization of all their fantasies!

[Lust From Beyond]

Congratulations to boys of all ages in the "Peeping" section
Happy International Women’s Day
and I wish everyone the realization of all their fantasies!

But this is an unexpected congratulation) The picture reminded me of a situation when, as a child, I was waiting for one of my parents to get a haircut, at some point, out of boredom, I sat down on the floor and at one moment the hairdresser passed very close by. I saw white lace panties under the skirt) Happy holiday to you and all the girls of this forum!

[Kotishny]

We vacationed with my godparents at the dacha in the summer. I went to kindergarten then. We were walking around the village: me, mom, dad and my godbrother. We reached the lake. And then my parents asked my godbrother to take me away for a while.
And it turns out they wanted to take a photo of a naked mother in a towel.
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Тот диван, на котором папа маму фотографировал и на котором они спали (и не только спали) - до сих пор стоит у бабушки. Необычные ощущения сидеть на диване, на котором скорее-всего тебя зачали)

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Пока была молодая и лет до 40, мама очень любила носить стринги.
В медкарте беременной было прямо написано с восклицательным знаком: "носить подходящую одежду".
+ Помню как куда-то должны были идти. Собирались. Сидели у них в спальне. И мама ходила по спальне в белом лифчике и белых стрингах. Папа ещё тогда просил ее: "а попой повернись".

[-democrat-]

It’s probably stupid, but I, an adult married guy, sometimes want to become a little girl of 5-6 years old. I want to secretly spy on my parents having sex, not understanding what they are doing, but burning with curiosity. Then I want to start spying on my naked dad, sit on his lap and feel his dick with my butt. Walking around the house naked, trying to seduce you with your little ass. I want him to bear it one day and ask me to kiss his pussy like a mother.
I hope my daughter will also have such desires

[Tolkala]

LustFromBeyond so that your daughter has a desire to kiss your pussy, she needs to be prepared and led to this. The desire itself may not appear

[Smail022]

Perhaps this happens

[Kotishny]

When my parents were young, they lived not only with my mother’s parents, but also with my father’s parents. There are several photos from the dacha. Where they took pictures in the attic on the bed. And one photo on the beach, where mom is wearing only panties.

[Tanya]

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That sofa on which dad took pictures of mom and on which they slept (and not only slept) - still stands with my grandmother. The unusual sensation of sitting on the sofa on which you were most likely conceived)

Probably a little off topic, but....
nThis is most likely from my youth.
Once upon a time, long after graduating from university, I came to work at the Design Institute in one of the departments. The department was located in one huge room with a small adjacent room without windows, which was turned into a drawing room and in it stood an old leather sofa with a high back and terribly creaky. Which was called Stalinsky. I don’t know why, but that’s how it is. The team was friendly and sang intimately. Well, everyone considered the young new girl an honor to give him a naked ass. In general, over the course of six months, I visited there several times, like all my colleagues in the shop.
So this is why, many years later, when I returned to my hometown, I went to the only remaining one of my first work colleagues and looked into this drawing and seeing this old furniture miracle, I involuntarily experienced a very exciting feeling


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Вот очень похожий только цвет был темный.

[Kotishny]

But it’s interesting. Grandma, dad’s mother, said that when dad was choosing what to become after school, he thought about becoming a military man. And it’s interesting: as far as I know, the military has a lot of children (their wives give birth to them very often) and they are insatiable when it comes to sex. I wonder: if dad had become a military man then, how many brothers and sisters would I have? And I think that mom would be pregnant all the time?
We can discuss this

[Tanya]

... I know that the military has a lot of children (their wives give birth to them very often) and they are insatiable when it comes to sex. I wonder: if dad had become a military man then, how many brothers and sisters would I have? And I think that mom would be pregnant all the time? ...

Where did you get this from? How do military wives differ from the wives of non-military men?

[Mr.hamsterrr]

Tania, military wives salute instead of a military salute)
P. S: don’t be offended, just kidding)

[opposite]

Also from childhood... I’m two and a half years old... The four of us already lived in a one-room apartment. My sister was born just a couple of months ago. At night I woke up from some moans, sobs... I got scared. I sat down on the bed, cried... Naked mother jumped up to me and took me in her arms. She hugged and calmed... I still remember the warmth of her hot body, the smells... the firmness of her breasts...

[Mr.hamsterrr]

Also from childhood... I am two and a half years old... The four of us already lived in a one-room apartment. My sister was born just a couple of months ago. At night I woke up from some moans, sobs... I got scared. I sat down on the bed, cried... Naked mother jumped up to me and took me in her arms. She hugged, calmed... I still remember the warmth of her hot body, the smells...the elasticity of her breasts...

You have a phenomenal memory

[Wolffr]

I don’t know, but in my childhood I don’t remember my parents having sex. not when I didn’t see them or hear them at night. Until the age of 5, I went to the bathhouse with my mother, and then from the age of 6 I already went to the bathhouse with my neighbor, we had a city bathhouse and separate M and F. That’s how they lived and did not bother. We didn’t need this then, we should have gone outside and played, at least something, but not at home. Yes, and we had different games, banks, klek, hide and seek, shooters, and we didn’t think about anything else. this is already at the age of 14-16. but no, we were always friends with older guys, we gained “experience” from them from their conversations))
And basically the street, if they don’t let you in, it was so bad... but now it’s completely different. ...

[Mr.hamsterrr]

I can only remember one incident; I was probably 7-8 years old, I don’t know for sure. We lived in a large wooden house, two-apartment. We had three rooms, the children’s room was at the very end, then the hall, then the bedroom, and at the entrance there were amenities in the entryway (read: a hole). And the corridor ran through the entire apartment past the bedroom. One day I was going to the toilet at night and heard strange sounds from my parents’ bedroom. I remember that in the morning I told my sister that we would probably have a brother/sister

[Kotishny]

In the photos in the albums (well, which are not hidden, of course))), where different birthdays were celebrated at our house - dad often, when he hugged mom, his hand lay on her chest.
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Sometimes you get up on the weekend and don’t need to go to kindergarten or school. Mom is already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. As I remember - in a home sundress. Moreover, she didn’t wear underwear at home at all.
Dad wakes up, comes to the kitchen, spanks her on the ass.

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And of course, probably up to 40 years old, my mother slept naked. Perhaps it was easier to have sex with dad...

[Dresscode2]

,

It’s probably stupid, but I, an adult married guy, sometimes want to become a little girl of 5-6 years old. I want to secretly spy on my parents having sex, not understanding what they are doing, but burning with curiosity. Then I want to start spying on my naked dad, sit on his lap and feel his dick with my butt. Walking around the house naked, trying to seduce you with your little ass. I want him to endure it one day and ask me to kiss his pussy like a mother.

I also have this desire, sometimes to become a boy with all my knowledge now , eh..

[Kotishny]

Well, it’s also worth writing about how I burned myself as a schoolboy. Dad had erotic tapes under the TV. Well, I got to them too. Arriving after school, I turned on the classic erotica - the film "Paprika". And he conveniently forgot to take the cassette out of the tape recorder. Well, the box it was in remained lying nearby. Mom used to swear a lot back then)

[Mr.hamsterrr]

Well, it’s also worth writing about how I burned myself when I was a schoolboy. Dad had erotic tapes under the TV. Well, I got to them too. Arriving after school, I turned on the classic erotica - the film "Paprika". And he conveniently forgot to take the cassette out of the tape recorder. Well, the box it was in remained lying nearby. Mom swore a lot then)

I was also definitely fired up, but dad didn’t say anything and generally pretended that he didn’t see anything, he just hid the tape but it was still embarrassing)

[Kotishny]

Well, one day my parents burned me because I was eavesdropping on them at the wall. The floor in my room was creaky enough and after another loud and passionate mom’s orgasm, I heard dad go somewhere. I tried to go back to bed as quietly as possible, but dad understood everything. Of course I was a little embarrassed, but they didn’t tell me anything)

[Kostiai72]

Somewhere in the second grade, maybe in the third, I don’t remember exactly, I stayed with a friend for the night. We were into aircraft modeling back then. The fuselage of the code model was glued until late. Our apartment was small, cramped, and someone was constantly in the way. And my friend had a two-room apartment and he and his mother lived together. That was the first time I spent the night away from home; I barely asked my mother for time off. So, in the morning we got up and started getting ready for school and work. I went into the bathroom to wash myself. They had it together. I was then surprised that his door did not have a latch, and indeed without any lock at all, but there was just such a latch for the door.
So I peed and began to wash myself. I didn’t take a toothbrush and decided to just smear some toothpaste on my finger and freshen my mouth a little. I stand in front of the sink and do these manipulations. Suddenly the door opens and my friend’s mother, Aunt Ira, comes in. He lifts the hem of his robe, sits on the toilet and begins to write. She does this completely casually, not paying any attention to me at all.
I was simply stunned by this turn, I did not understand what to do. You can look at it or not, or you need to leave the bathroom altogether. I decided to sneak a look at her. He quickly rinsed his mouth and turned to the towel, and at the same time glanced at Aunt Ira. She noticed my gaze.
- “Wait a second, I’ll be there soon,” she told me quite calmly, probably deciding that I also wanted to go potty.
- I already wrote, no more “I want,” I answered.
“Okay, good,” she agreed.
I tried to drag out the time longer, because it was very interesting to be present at such an intimate process. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to see Aunt Ira’s pussy. In short, I was poking around somewhere nearby, pretending to be doing some kind of activity. Finally she finished writing, tore off the paper and deftly blotted herself from below. When Aunt Ira stood up, for a split second I still managed to notice the curly mound between her legs. The hem of the robe snapped shut and the performance ended. Then I finally left, since there was no longer an excuse to stay there any longer. And Aunt Ira still remained inside. What she was doing there, I don’t know.
That day I captured so many emotions that it lasted for several weeks. Later there were similar situations a couple more times. It was very exciting and cool.

[Kotishny]

Hi all.
But who would fall in love with their mother when she was your age?
I’m just thinking now: looking at the photo when my mother was my age + -, I understand that I would have fallen in love with her.

[Kotishny]

Now I confess:
When I found packages of condoms from my parents, I pierced them. I really wanted a brother or sister. Well, that’s how I was. (Everything is not without sin)))

[Keep the change for yourself]

From childhood nothing is remembered. The first thing that is somehow connected with sexualization is 11 - 12 years old, but without any trash, everything is smooth and gradual, in proportion to maturation and progressive interest.

[Andrey Lukashov]

Now I confess:
When I found packages of condoms from my parents, I pierced them. I really wanted a brother or sister. Well, that’s how I was. (Everything is not without sin)))

What happened from your punctures???

[Kotishny]

Something happened from your punctures???

No. Mom had a delay, but in the end it didn’t work out

[Andrey Lukashov]

No. Mom had a delay, but in the end it didn’t work out

I’m also alone with my parents. As a child, I asked for a sister or brother. The parents promised, but they never kept the promise. My father worked in Libya for a long time. Mom also left with him at first, but then returned because his grandmother remained at home, who was often sick. Mom worked at some kind of commodity base. She was pretty enough and I’m sure she had relationships with other men. It seems to me that there was even a pregnancy and an abortion, and maybe more than once. Once I definitely discussed something with my friend, but I was still small then and understood little about it.

[Lust From Beyond]

who would fall in love with their mother when she was your age?
I’m just thinking now: looking at the photo when my mother was my age +-, I understand that I would have fallen in love with her

I don’t know about love, but I would definitely pay attention to it. She was beautiful, and looking at her intimate photographs of those years, you understand that she was also a very sexy bitch. Bitch in a good way

[Andrey Lukashov]

Hello everyone.
But who would fall in love with their mother when she was your age?
I’m just thinking now: looking at the photo when my mother was my age +-, I understand that I I would fall in love with her.

And I would fall in love with mine. I looked at photographs of my mother at school age, compared with my classmates, only 2-3 girls out of all could still be compared.

[Kotishny]

By the way, I don’t really remember my dad moaning during sex. Well, maybe he didn’t do it loudly and his mother drowned him out.
But on the other hand: used condoms periodically ended up in the trash, and mom contraceptive saw. So he finally finished.

[Lust From Beyond]

By the way, I don’t really remember my dad moaning during sex. Well, maybe he didn’t do it loudly and his mother drowned him out.
But on the other hand: used condoms periodically ended up in the trash, and mom contraceptive saw. So he finally finished

As a rule, men are quieter than girls when it comes to sex. But women’s moans are just music to the ears. I would love to hear my mother moan now

[Kotishny]

As a rule, men are quieter when it comes to sex. But women’s moans are just music to the ears. I would love to listen to my mother moaning now

Yes, I would listen to it again too. Very cool feeling.

[Alex Alex]

When I was seven years old, I probably saw and more than once how my father tore my mother... we lived in a dorm room with one room... their bed was opposite mine... I woke up from sounds... and opened my eyes slightly... my mother was crying... she was lying on her back with her legs on her shoulders father..and he furiously pounded her, most likely in the ass...she cried..now I love anal sex..

[Kotishny]

I also remember how mom and dad flirted. Like trying to be as unnoticed as possible for me, but he paid attention.
Dad walked around the apartment in shorts. And she touched his penis with her hand and said: "The rabbit is very sexually anxious")
I remembered

[Vik.ruba80]

. Sometimes it’s useful to remember what happened. Especially if it’s something that left an imprint.

Yes, it’s very useful to remember if there are still a lot of these imprints, and you didn’t give them any meaning in childhood.

[Kotishny]

There is a chair in my parents’ apartment, in my room. And until some time I didn’t give it any importance - well, a chair is like a chair. But in the photos, those black and white ones, where my dad took naked pictures of my mom in a rented apartment, before I was born, I just remembered this chair. Mom sat naked on it. Such a pleasant feeling.

[Didudo]

At school age, starting from grade 8-9, girls began to mature. They began to wear tights under skirts like adults). And with a short skirt it looked exciting. We stared at their butts and then discussed them with the boys. And the girls already understood everything and caught our glances, twirling their butts when they passed by our gathering during recess.
I also remember physical training, someone had small tits and wore a T-shirt without a bra. It was exciting to watch. And I want to look longer without being intercepted. Youth...)))
At school discos there was a slow wait, while you were dancing, hugging a girl, with a stake in your pants, and it was pleasant and uncomfortable if they noticed. I think they all noticed. When our hips touched, we probably felt how glad we were to see them)

[Martin]

I remember an incident from my childhood, I was 7-8 years old at the time, I went to elementary school in 2nd grade, like... well, or 1st, it doesn’t matter... Once on one of the winter days during the holidays, I decided to stay overnight with my grandmother, some distant relative of ours... She rented out one of the rooms to some guy from the village, he looked about 40-45 years old, he worked on a Kamaz in the forest... Granny was then about 60 years old, maybe , a little smaller, was tall, somewhat thin... So, falling asleep alone in a large room behind a door that was not completely closed, I heard a quiet, measured, rhythmic creak of the ungreased springs of a metal bed... I was also surprised what it could be, but get up I was too lazy from the warm bed, and soon I fell asleep... I woke up early in the morning, it was still a little dark outside, because I initially felt that I had peed myself... And the next moment I realized with horror that I had also I shit myself in a heap, and in my sleep I had already managed to smear both the duvet cover and even the pillowcase... the stench was incredible... So, as soon as I realized that I had shitted myself in the bed, I again heard the incomprehensible creaking of my grandmother’s bed... Roaring from that I had shit myself, I quietly opened the door to tell my grandmother that I had shit myself in my sleep...Having opened the door slightly, I saw a grandmother in a snow-white bra on the bed, she was pooping her ass, and a tenant was standing right next to her and aggressively fucking ...When they saw me, they were somewhat taken aback, and immediately covered themselves, so I didn’t really see anything in the twilight... Well, then, when they smelled the stench and saw me covered in shit, she was already busy with me... So that I remembered this incident and much later I realized that she slept with the tenant in the same bed... and since then she often called me a little asshole...

[Alexander 7]

And I remember at school, in the 4th grade, the head teacher asked me to hold the chair, and she would hang the curtain. I hold the chair, she hangs the curtain. I put my head under her dress, and there were white panties, and hair was sticking out from the sides. And there was yellow on the panties stripe. and the smell of piss. the house got fucked up.

[Kostiai72]

When I was 7-8 years old, I had to live with my mother’s friend Aunt Sveta for two months. This is how the circumstances developed. She lived in a workers’ village, in a two-family house. Entrances from different sides. She lived alone. She had two rooms and a large kitchen. In general, it was not bad with her. Previously, I didn’t like Aunt Sveta and I was even afraid of her. She was tall and not particularly beautiful in face. And the most important thing that scared me was her voice. She had a rough, low voice, almost a bass.
But when I began to live with her, I changed my attitude towards her. It turned out that she is a kind and pleasant woman. In the evenings we watched TV together, and she also played records and we listened to radio shows and fairy tales. She cooked well and spoiled me with all sorts of goodies. I helped her around the house as best I could. I also liked that at first she was shy about me, and then she admitted that I could see something. Before going to bed, Aunt Sveta placed a basin of water in the kitchen and rinsed her armpits, neck and chest. And at the end I washed myself. From my room I watched her furtively. I couldn’t see much, but I still saw something. And before, she pulled the curtain tightly to my room. Now she didn’t have to close it at all.
But the most exciting thing happened at night. There was a bucket in the dressing room and at night we went into it. Aunt Sveta did not close the door and told me not to close it, because if you turn on the light in the dressing room, the dream will go away. And in the kitchen there was a dim nightlight, and through the slightly open door it provided a little light, enough to not fly into anything in the dark. I often woke up when she went to write at night and then listened to her stream murmur against the tin of the bucket. This worried me and I imagined Aunt Sveta over the bucket. Usually I waited until she finished and also went to write. But one time I didn’t hear her pass. I woke up, put my feet in my slippers and went out. Approaching the dressing room door, I saw that it was slightly open and heard the sound of a trickle. I was embarrassed, but there was no point in going back, since she probably heard that I was coming.
- Aunt Svet, are you there? - I asked, indicating my presence.
- Yes, wait a second, I’ll be there soon, - she answered.
Indeed, after a while she finished and called me. I walked in and she was just adjusting her nightie. I settled down and let the stream flow. While I was writing, Aunt Sveta stood nearby and said some nonsense about the cold. And it seemed to me that she was just watching me pee. I didn’t pay much attention to it then; it didn’t bother me at all. I wrote to my mother many times.
On Saturdays we went to her work, to the factory. She took the key to the factory shower, which was like a public bathhouse in our city. There were stone benches and basins, and taps sticking out of the wall. We usually arrived in the late afternoon and were the only ones there. I was naked, she was only in panties. Mom and I washed ourselves the same way. We washed well the whole week and I looked at Aunt Sveta. It turned out that she had a beautiful figure and I was staring at her. This often made my pussy stand up, which I was embarrassed about. Aunt Sveta pretended not to notice this. Then she sent me to dry off, while she washed herself for some time. Then she also came to the locker room and I waited for her when she got ready. When it came to her panties, she would turn her back to me and take them off. I dried myself and put on fresh panties. And I looked at her ass. It was very interesting, but I wanted to see it from the front. And I was afraid to ask to show her or to see it myself.
It happened like this every Saturday. One day Aunt Sveta asked me if I wanted to write. I didn’t attach any importance to this, I said that I didn’t want to. She began to insist that I not be patient and pee. And I think I already wanted it. I went to the corner and was almost starting when she asked why I was shy. I replied that I was not ashamed. He says then don’t turn away. I turned in her direction and began to take a leak. Aunt Sveta watched the process with interest. Then I asked why she didn’t pee. She was noticeably embarrassed and replied that she didn’t want to. I quickly forgot about it then.
One day we were already washing and two more women came, much older than Aunt Sveta. First they looked into the washroom, Aunt Sveta came up to them. They discussed something and the women went to change clothes. Then they came to us completely naked. The women were quite plump, and it was difficult to see what was between their legs, only a little hairy pubes peeked out from under the folds of their bodies. But I reacted immediately, I got hard.
The women joked a little and began to wash themselves, not paying attention to me. And I felt such shame that I wanted to leave quickly. It was clear that Aunt Sveta did not like this and was unhappy with the visit of these ladies. But this happened once.
Some time passed and on the next Saturday everything was as usual, only this time Aunt Sveta took off her panties and asked for her bag. I handed her the bag, and she turned in my direction. For several seconds I saw her pubic area covered with dark hair. I looked at her for literally seconds, and she stood calmly, allowing me to look at her.
This never happened again. And then my parents returned and I moved back home. But for a long time I remembered Aunt Sveta with warmth.

[Shompol34]

Alexander7. I had something similar as a child... only not with a chair, but with a stepladder! Probably in the 6th or 7th grade. During recess, my geography teacher caught me by the elbow and asked me to help open the transom of the window. I had to hold the flimsy ladder while it opened, but the transom was difficult to open, apparently sagging a lot during the winter months.
I held the ladder and looked with pleasure at her white panties with small, red strawberries, I saw the hair along the edges of the panties and my dick jumped up! She noticed that I was looking under my dress and
rudely told me, "Have you never seen meat? " I was embarrassed and turned away. Then he regretted that he had not said that he had never seen meat like this. Maybe it would be interesting... or maybe I would get a pussy!

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There were a couple more moments during my school years, I still remember! In the 8th grade I found the history teacher in the utility room with the school Pioneer leader Tanya (at that time there was such a staff unit in schools).
Tanya was then about 25 years old, for us she was a full-breasted, adult woman, but she wore a blouse with a Pioneer tie . I don’t know if there was such a “position” in schools in other regions, but we had it.
In our class, one of the students became ill during class, she threw up and the teacher sent me to fetch a bucket from the utility room. I went down from the third to the second floor, where there was a utility room, and opened the plywood door. Tanya stood leaning over the filthy table, bending over, and the historian was puffing behind her... I knocked on the door from the inside and they instantly stopped fucking, Tanya abruptly lowered her skirt, and the historian hid his decent bolt in his pants. I took the bucket and, as if nothing had happened, went to class. Needless to say, I always got straight A’s in history, and Tanya
asked me not to tell anyone anything in exchange for the fact that she would never involve me in school-wide events... And so it happened later. I never told this to anyone...

[Shompol34]

I walked home from school (it was the beginning of September) in disheveled feelings - I was elected to the editorial board of the school, which I really didn’t want. Between the wall of the grocery store and our house there was such a nook
where the janitors put brooms, brooms, shovels and other belongings. In addition, there stood a desk as ancient as the universe. The boys called this nook "appendicitis" and sometimes hid
in it during games. So - on the table, with her legs spread wide apart, sat our tenth-grader Anya in a school uniform and a white apron, our yard bully Yablochkin stood between her legs and fucked her
in "full height". I remember that I even choked from surprise! They didn’t react to my appearance at all, I “turned on the reverse gear” and left the nook. At home I had this picture before my eyes all evening. The next day, I deliberately went to the tenth grade several times, in the hope of seeing Anya and blackmailing her (and maybe it would happen to me too), but nothing happened...
And the next day I unsuccessfully fell, broke my ankle, I They took me to the hospital and operated on... I returned to class only after the new year. I never had a chance to try Anya!

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And a day later I unsuccessfully fell and broke his ankle

))) Ahah. Maybe you successfully broke your ankle, otherwise if your plan had succeeded, the bully Yablochkin would have broken your nose or jaw, or both nose and jaw at once. It would be much more painful. Yes, I would also have to eat through a straw, and this is very inconvenient.

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I walked home from school (it was the beginning of September) in disheveled feelings - I was elected to the editorial board of the school, which I really didn’t want. Between the wall of the grocery store and our house there was such a nook
where the janitors put brooms, brooms, shovels and other belongings. In addition, there stood a desk as ancient as the universe. The boys called this nook "appendicitis" and sometimes hid
in it during games. So - on the table, with her legs spread wide apart, sat our tenth-grader Anya in a school uniform and a white apron, our yard bully Yablochkin stood between her legs and fucked her
in "full height". I remember that I even choked from surprise! They didn’t react to my appearance at all, I “turned on the reverse gear” and left the nook. At home I had this picture before my eyes all evening. The next day, I deliberately went to the tenth grade several times, in the hope of seeing Anya and blackmailing her (and maybe it would happen to me too), but nothing happened...
And the next day I unsuccessfully fell, broke my ankle, I They took me to the hospital and operated on... I returned to class only after the new year. I never had a chance to try Anya!

Not fate)

[Shompol34]

Marinka, Deep thought!

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Hello. I’ll tell you a very sickening story that happened to me when I was 15 years old. I had my own swimming place among the stones, where no one was ever there in the morning. Sometimes I swam there with my friends, sometimes with my mother. But that morning I went to the sea alone. I go to my favorite place, and there are two homosexuals making "love", and one of them is of churban nationality. I moved away, and then I started to vomit. The whole breakfast went outside. Since then I have been going around that place ten times over.