FabSwingers.com forum: The reason I'm into binds

By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The next morning we all ate breakfast together, the sun was coming through the window and the radio was on. While my uncle was busying himself making eggs and bacon myself, my aunt and cousin all waited patiently at the table. They chatted amongst themselves.

My cousin was so relaxed around me. She had no idea the affect she had on me, she was wearing the same clothes she dressed in loosely covered by a cream dressing gown. Her swelled breasts always on show. The outline of her nipples clearly visible through the stretched fabric.

My aunt was wearing similar but had by no means her daughters sex appeal, but today for the first time I saw her in a new light. This almost prudish shapeless woman had had a cock roughly use her arsehole not 7 hours before and you would never have guessed it. What other dark secrets did she hide so well, and was it like mother like daughter?

I made it a secret mission to find out, but how!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

It's funny how memories work. It was only two weeks of my life but so many of my ingrained memories come from that stay. I guess its to be expected around that age, I was so confused and innocent. Had urges I barely understood let alone could deny. My senses were heightened like at no other time.

When I glimpsed her through the door cracks, either in bras, topless or naked. Sometimes towelling off. It was like she was in technicolour. My stomach lurched at every soft movement of her tits. The one time she bent over and stretch a little to pick up something of the floor, ending up balancing on one foot for a second or two (seemed like minutes) and I got my first view of her pussy. Any pussy, I could have sworn her lips moved and opened a little as she stretched. Could see a hint of pink flesh. I almost fainted. My cock was stood pulsing and solid, pre cum already showing. It seems like yesterday.

I've seen lots of naked women since, some of them as hot as that 19 year old back then. But nothing beats those first times for excitement, exhilarating heart thumping horniness. Coming of age - it's a blast!

Anyway that's of topic, back to the memory bank

I needed to find more out. See more, so where does a boy think adults keep their dirty secrets? Their bedrooms of course. I realised I needed time alone in the house, but my aunt was a proud housewife - and my uncle had even decided to use a holiday day or two to take me places to do boy stuff! But as it happens I was in luck.

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