Forbidden Desires (2)
Waking the next morning, the thought of me masturbating in Mommy’s bedroom thinking of her in those leggings and smoking was still raw and surging inside me. I began to wank. Later that day, she had to go into town. After she left I ran upstairs and into her bedroom. I was so hard; verging on orgasm any minute with the thought of why I was in there and what I was going to do. I went through her drawers and found them. I held her leather leggings in my hand. My erection hardened to the point it pained me. I took a deep smell of them. I started to rub them off my crotch. It didn’t take long to ejaculate. The seamen soaked through my pants and onto them. I licked them dry. Sometimes I would just lay them on her bed and wank over them, thinking of her dangling her cigarette; smoke pouring from her nose. It was starting to consume me. If I wasn’t in her bedroom I was wanking in different rooms. Ejaculating everywhere to my smoking Mommy and her divine leather leggings.

A few days later we were both in the kitchen, she wasn’t wearing her alluring leggings but was sucking on her cigarette. I’ve learnt how to watch without being so obvious. Then she left, I heard her go upstairs. I was hard and wanted a release. Her handbag and cigarettes were on the table. I walked over rubbing my crotch. I picked up her Benson & Hedges box of cigarettes. They felt so sexy in my trembling hand. I dropped my pants and picked up her black leather handbag. I smelt it and grew even more dizzy with desire. I left her handbag back on the table and started to grind against it. I took out a cigarette and held it in my hand. I let out a tremendous moan. I was close to orgasm. I put the sexy stiff shaft in my mouth and that’s when I exploded. A torrent of seamen splashed out. I pulled my pants up and began to lick my cum off Mommy’s handbag. I kept her cigarette for myself. I went into town and lit it. It was an experience but I was determined to smoke like her. As I headed home I went it to the local shop and bought my first box of cigarettes. I was nervous but excited. Every morning I would wake and smoke a ciggy as I masturbated to Mommy in her leggings, and at night and all the hours in-between.

About a week later, I heard the shower go off one afternoon, I left my room. An urge overcame me. Greater than before. There they were, those damn divine leggings crumpled on the floor beside her bed. I pick them up and sniffed them. My urge grew more and more. I turned them inside out. They were still warm. I took a big sniff of the crotch. My erection got an erection. I quickly laid them out on her bed and took my pants off. I got on top of them. I started to grind and thrust. The shower muted my efforts. Faster and faster, I couldn’t control myself. There was a half smoked cigarette in the ashtray on the locker. I took it out and sucked on it. I imagined her saying ‘Cum for Mommy.’ I let out a muffled moan as a plume of smoke soared from my nose – just like Mommy. I had climaxed on Mommy’s leather leggings. I finished her sexy ciggy while licking all my cum off its crotch. I could smell her. I took another cigarette out of the box, broke it in half, lit it and left it back. Rubbed my pants over the stain to ensure all my seamen was gone then turned her leggings back out and left as quick as I had entered. My heart was racing, my breath was short. Part of me wanted her to find me. I closed my bedroom door, light a cigarette and started to masturbate.

It didn’t take long but I could no longer contend myself with waiting until she was away to enter her bedroom and masturbate on her leggings. It quickly began whenever the urge overtook me. Whenever I could. Whenever I wanted. The closest I came to keeping caught was a few days go. She was away so I put them on and laid on her bed, grinded out an orgasm then I fell asleep. The front door closing woke me hours later. Waking in a daze I ran out of her bedroom still wearing her leggings.

I’ve started to imagine different scenarios… maybe I fall on her and other ways I could achieve my forbidden desires…

Here's another confession from the strange and wonderful sex life I've had, my cousin gave me a blowjob in a hotel bed.

My grandmother (I guess our grandmother) had just passed away so that would have made me 23. I flew out to the Chicago area for her funeral and ended up in a nearby hotel with my cousin on the night before the rest of my family arrived. (I wasn't thinking about it then but who booked the hotel room?)

My cousin Sandra has always been hot to me. I saw her on the summers when we went out to visit my mom's side of the family. They were out in the Evanston area while we lived out east. (Northshore-ish). She's about 10 years older than me but growing up I always felt like she was like an older sister. She's a dirty blonde, with a quick wit, funny with a dark streak. Good looking as all hell, incidentally.

I remember her a lot from when I was young. I remember she smoked Benson & Hedges and was into the Dead (Grateful). She was more free spirited than the rest of the family which was a comfort to a kid who's always been a kind of a black sheep without really trying. I loved to watch her smoke butts in front of the family 'cause I was still hiding it (about 12 years old) We could talk about things I couldn't share with other people. She was much cooler than the rest of the family and always felt like a partner in crime.

So I didn't really see her much for my late teens and early twenties 'cause family had already passed away, ties had loosened. She married a guy and they had two kids. After a period of years, I guess it had gone downhill a bit; he was a chef and drinking too much, staying out too late. That's when my grandmother passed away and we ended up in bed together.

Sandra had picked me up from the airport and we had a short drive. We caught up and talked into the night before going to bed. She filled me in on her husband a bit, though I learned more later. She still felt just like an older sister and it was as if we had picked it up right where we left off. There were a couple of drinks at the bar. I don't know why I didn't think it was odd that there was one big bed in the room instead of two when we got there. (Last minute booking, did she plan it?) So we end up in one big bed together, sad because of all the circumstances and still catching up.

We' re quieting down in bed and I'm on my back with her on her side facing me. We are cuddling a bit after the conversations we've had. Her hand is on my bare chest and I notice the feeling of all of the skin on my stomach. I start to get a some tension in my balls as I'm thinking about her hands and my bare skin. The room is dark and there is only some highlight to see. My heart starts pounding as my mind wanders in fantasy. We aren't talking anymore.

Sandra slid her hand a little down my stomach as she gives me a little hug. She's wearing a dark statin of some color that has some thin straps because I can feel the skin of her arms across me. I'm lying as still as I can. My heart is pounding as her hand gets a little lower and I'm imagining the moment that my cock will get hard enough to reach out and touch it. Minutes pass.

My heart must have been beating in my stomach. I bet it gave her the confidence because she reached slowly down and put her fingers over the stretch in my boxers. The feeling was hot and electric. There were no words. I felt like I was out of breath but trying to be still as she gently squeezed my cock through my underwear. I am stiff as a rod at this point and holding her just a little tighter with my left arm thats wrapped around her.

She plays with my cock in this soft and electrifying way in the dark for a few minutes while my heart is pounding before she slides back the covers from my waist. We haven't and don't make any eye contact. My stomach is bare to the air and I can look down with my eyes to see her hand on my cock.

She quickly shifts down and moves her head onto my belly, with her dirty blonde hair spilling. I feel the cool air on my cock as she pulls my underwear around my throbbing cock and down. This is where I have my first real reaction as I shift my hips so that my boxers will slide down a bit and let my cock free.

The air is cool, my cock is hard and I feel the warmth and wetness of my cousin's mouth on the head of my dick. She slips down and I'm inside of her mouth. She is slow and it is quiet and she sucks me. Her head bobs up and the the tension in my lower stomach feels like I'm doing curls with a dumptruck on my chest. She swirls her tongue on my cock and it's just about the end for me. Two more thrusts down on my cock and the heat just busts into her mouth. I grabbed the back of her neck and just squeezed. I pumped a full load right into the back of her mouth. I was tensed up for what was probably close to a minute.

After she swallowed my cum she pulled my boxers up gently, shifted back up in bed and laid with me again as though nothing had ever happened. Sandra and I laid there holding each other the night before a funeral. We've never talked about it and it's never happened again. The only times I see her these days is on Facebook and that's why I want to share this story, to re-live it a bit.

Okay, so: real confessions time. This isn't gonna be me telling you a story. I have a curiosity. Who's your secret celebrity fetish? Who would you bang (or let bang you) in half a second, given the chance, but don't want to tell the people around you?

Mine's the lady who plays detective Benson on L&O:SVU. She's twice my age, but I'd hit that in a heartbeat. Your turn.

It's fucking creepy how many desperate and pathetic losers pretend to be females on Omegle...literally a real person behind a computer faking who he is to get off. WTF.

this world is diseased

this dude pretended to be someone named Kayla Emily Benson on Facebook...caught him. Reported.

Selena Gomez to be in a movie about spring break chicks, a whole movie with Selena Gomez in a bikini, aww, good times.