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I Had Sex With My Mother In Law With The Knowledge Of My Wife - Is That A Taboo? / My Sister Is About To Marry An Osu Man, About To Commit A Serious Taboo / Men show their 'breast' In public why Is the women chest A Taboo ? (2) (3) (4)
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Re: Taboo by Zamar: 8:48pm On Sep 19, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by ThrillPlus: 3:54pm On Sep 20, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by Zamar: 7:01pm On Sep 21, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by Zamar: 8:10pm On Sep 23, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by UltimateSpice: 7:17pm On Sep 25, 2021 |
Step Mom lost her blouse and I sat not knowing where to look. Which sister should I stare at? One in a see-through bra bulging with ample breasts and dark nipples or my step Mom in a lacy push-up bra looking fresh and virginal. "Hey, we are too good a pair of teachers! What happened, he is winning. We'll be nekkid," my aunt screamed. But then disaster struck and I lost my last article of clothing, my shorts. I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't exactly want to strip off naked in front of them with a raging hard-on. They sat grinning at me. "Now what?" I said, "Well ... you have to pay the piper if you are going to gamble..." my step Mom giggled. "Let this be a lesson!" One of the duties I became accustomed to performing was to scratch my step Mom's back. Usually in the evening, she would summon me and absentmindedly tell me her back itched and would I scratch it for her. She would continue reading or doing some homework while my fingers roamed over her back, gently scratching and rubbing. I knew that she got pleasure from it from the occasional moans she would produce between directions of higher, lower, harder, more, etc. Usually it ended with her thanking me and hugging me or tickling me or scratching my back. One night, she wasn't satisfied with my scratching through her blouse. "Here, sweetie, put your hand down my back." She unbuttoned her blouse a little to allow me room and I slid my hand down the smooth warm surface of her back and began dutifully scratching. She unbuttoned another button, and my eyes flew to the deep secret valley between her breasts. The white band of her brassiere was at the end of a canyon of soft feminine flesh. I could see the taut cups surrounding the beautiful breasts and had an unusual sensation of pleasure. At the same time, my fingers came to the barrier of her bra strap in the back, another of those mysteries that women have for young boys. I know now that I was handling it each time I came to it. At that time, I just knew that I liked the intimacy that touching her underwear under her blouse provided. She continued what she was doing, occasionally giving me a word of encouragement, or sighing a little moan of pleasure. It was all very pleasant, really, and I became quite enamored of her brassieres and came to know them by feel as well as sight. So began my fascination with her pretty underwear. When I was alone in the house I could not resist going to her room and looking through her drawers. I would hold them up and imagine her wearing them, and rub the silky ones against my face. As time wore on I also rubbed my cock in her panties and stockings. At least one time I had taken a lot of them and thrown them on the bed, took off my clothes and lain in them. It was sensational. "Well, it's been three years since Daddy died," she said rather suddenly. "Auntie Deborah says it's time I started seeing other men. I hope you won't have a problem with this, Prince. I have sort of a date with a man, this Friday. OK?" I had got used to the idea from hearing Auntie Amarachi talk about it for months, but still, it was a funny feeling when I realized that she was actually going to start dating. I tried to think it was nothing, but it wasn't that easy. The night came and I endured saying hello to him and watching as they drove away. The house seemed overwhelmingly quiet as I ate the pizza and then turned on the television to watch a movie. When it was over I put on pajamas and settled on my bed to read a book. But something troubled me. Not ready for sleep, too distracted for reading, I wandered aimlessly around the house and ended up in my step Mom's room. The light was on by her dressing table and a pile of underwear formed a frothy heap on the table where she had changed her clothes. The dark pantyhose were topped with a pair of pale pink panties thrown carelessly in a little ring on top of the stockings. I sat down and stared at the sensual display. Slowly, I ran my fingers through the incredibly delicate and silky things. Her bra lay there too, looking for all the world as if her breasts were still in the plain silken cups. I touched carefully so as not to disturb them, imagining that the cups were still full and my hands were handling real flesh under the silk. I put her panties close to my nose and inhaled the scent of her along with perfume or bath soap whatever it was and examined the nylon garment. I read the tag, Vanity Fair, size 7. A dusky pink color, quite plain, with elastic running under a sewn hem at the waist. A cotton panel inside between the legs was covered by the outer panel of nylon; I imagined what that must feel like over the imagined soft folds of her pussy. The legs were circled by an expensive looking elastic with a row of decorative stiches. They were not brand new, and not at all old looking. The crotch showed a crease down the center as it it had been pressed between her pussy lips and bore the faintest evidence of having been worn today. A fine line of white had dried along the crease. I was interested and smelled her on the crease but it was just another of those mysteries about women to me. Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472 |
Re: Taboo by Awesome05: 6:38am On Sep 26, 2021 |
Nice update |
Re: Taboo by loffyloffy: 11:03am On Sep 26, 2021 |
This is what lead to bobryoski |
Re: Taboo by Saturn101: 7:15pm On Sep 26, 2021 |
Go on. |
Re: Taboo by FairCritic(m): 12:43pm On Sep 27, 2021 |
loffyloffy:WHAT DO YOU MEAN? |
Re: Taboo by Zamar: 9:14pm On Sep 27, 2021 |
Continue |
Re: Taboo by BigBasher: 9:02am On Sep 28, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by BigBasher: 2:46pm On Sep 28, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by CasNova(m): 8:09pm On Sep 28, 2021 |
COOL |
Re: Taboo by UltimateSpice: 10:51pm On Sep 29, 2021 |
CasNova:THANKS |
Re: Taboo by tonysunkan: 1:03pm On Sep 30, 2021 |
NICE N COOL |
Re: Taboo by UltimateSpice: 9:22pm On Oct 01, 2021 |
"Here, sweetie, put your hand down my back." She unbuttoned her blouse a little to allow me room and I slid my hand down the smooth warm surface of her back and began dutifully scratching. She unbuttoned another button, and my eyes flew to the deep secret valley between her breasts. The white band of her brassiere was at the end of a canyon of soft feminine flesh. I could see the taut cups surrounding the beautiful breasts and had an unusual sensation of pleasure. At the same time, my fingers came to the barrier of her bra strap in the back, another of those mysteries that women have for young boys. I know now that I was handling it each time I came to it. At that time, I just knew that I liked the intimacy that touching her underwear under her blouse provided. She continued what she was doing, occasionally giving me a word of encouragement, or sighing a little moan of pleasure. It was all very pleasant, really, and I became quite enamored of her brassieres and came to know them by feel as well as sight. So began my fascination with her pretty underwear. When I was alone in the house I could not resist going to her room and looking through her drawers. I would hold them up and imagine her wearing them, and rub the silky ones against my face. As time wore on I also rubbed my cock in her panties and stockings. At least one time I had taken a lot of them and thrown them on the bed, took off my clothes and lain in them. It was sensational. "Well, it's been three years since Daddy died," she said rather suddenly. "Auntie Deborah says it's time I started seeing other men. I hope you won't have a problem with this, Prince. I have sort of a date with a man, this Friday. OK?" I had got used to the idea from hearing Auntie Amarachi talk about it for months, but still, it was a funny feeling when I realized that she was actually going to start dating. I tried to think it was nothing, but it wasn't that easy. The night came and I endured saying hello to him and watching as they drove away. The house seemed overwhelmingly quiet as I ate the pizza and then turned on the television to watch a movie. When it was over I put on pajamas and settled on my bed to read a book. But something troubled me. Not ready for sleep, too distracted for reading, I wandered aimlessly around the house and ended up in my step Mom's room. The light was on by her dressing table and a pile of underwear formed a frothy heap on the table where she had changed her clothes. The dark pantyhose were topped with a pair of pale pink panties thrown carelessly in a little ring on top of the stockings. I sat down and stared at the sensual display. Slowly, I ran my fingers through the incredibly delicate and silky things. Her bra lay there too, looking for all the world as if her breasts were still in the plain silken cups. I touched carefully so as not to disturb them, imagining that the cups were still full and my hands were handling real flesh under the silk. I put her panties close to my nose and inhaled the scent of her along with perfume or bath soap whatever it was and examined the nylon garment. I read the tag, Vanity Fair, size 7. A dusky pink color, quite plain, with elastic running under a sewn hem at the waist. A cotton panel inside between the legs was covered by the outer panel of nylon; I imagined what that must feel like over the imagined soft folds of her pussy. The legs were circled by an expensive looking elastic with a row of decorative stiches. They were not brand new, and not at all old looking. The crotch showed a crease down the center as it it had been pressed between her pussy lips and bore the faintest evidence of having been worn today. A fine line of white had dried along the crease. I was interested and smelled her on the crease but it was just another of those mysteries about women to me. My cock jutted out of the fly of the pajamas and I draped the stockings and panties over it. I became even harder, even more excited. The nylon caressed the head and made it seem more sensitive. I tasted one of her lipsticks, imagining what a real kiss would be like. My hand began moving in the pile of silk, rubbing up and down the rigid flesh of my cock. Every nerve ending in my body trembled, sitting there tensely thrusting into her panties. It felt delicious. The thrills continued and I stroked a little faster. The length of stocking leg slipped from my grip and overflowed down my leg as I bleeped into the soft sensual undies. My body tensed and strained against the vagina of my hand in the panties. My stroking arm tensed and I felt my toes pointing deep against the back of the dressing table. And then it happened. I couldn't hold back. I couldn't pull the pretty things away, I shot my cum into them and the wet spot spread and spread as I stroked to completion. I actually thought that I had urinated since it was the first time I had jacked myself off. I looked at the pretty underwear draped over my hand. Pretty and feminine, but now fouled with this strange smelling sticky stuff from my penis. It was a disaster. I was embarrassed, baffled, scared, all in one overwhelming emotion. I searched all the playground comments I had pretended to be knowledgeable about. So this was what they were talking about! Well it felt good for a step Mummy, but I didn't know what trouble it would lead to. The immensity of the problem settled over me. I couldn't leave the soaked panties where she left them. What to do. No time to wash and dry them. I was caught. I took them into the bathroom and started to drop them into the hamper, then stopped. No way would she be fooled by me putting them here. In the end I decided to put them back where she had left them and hope she didn't' notice the cum splattered on both pantyhose and her panties. I hoped they would dry by the time she picked them up. I was very worried as I crawled into my own bed. But I was so relaxed by this time that I fell asleep. I was wakened by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I lay there quite awhile, but she didn't come in, and so I got up and went to the window. The night was brightly lighted by a full moon and the car was dark and silent. I watched. I waited. I imagined what was happening in that car. Was she alright? Was he ... well, I didn't really know quite what he might be doing, but the schoolyard stories of what sex was were tormenting my adolescent mind. I tried going back to bed, but that was useless. I watched from the darkened room for awhile longer and finally, he got out of the car and came around to open the other door. They came up the stairs and I heard the front door open. The door closed quietly. I could hear whispered conversation. I held my breath to hear better. Finally, I crept out of bed and tiptoed down the hall, then lay on my stomach to creep closer for a look. There were no lights on, just the light streaming in from the light outdoors. Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472 |
Re: Taboo by BigBasher: 11:08am On Oct 02, 2021 |
Nice update |
Re: Taboo by Zamar: 10:18pm On Oct 04, 2021 |
Nice work |
Re: Taboo by BigBasher: 1:02am On Oct 06, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by BigBasher: 8:00pm On Oct 07, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by tonysunkan: 10:41am On Oct 08, 2021 |
Good work |
Re: Taboo by Ultimas: 10:03pm On Oct 08, 2021 |
The door closed quietly. I could hear whispered conversation. I held my breath to hear better. Finally, I crept out of bed and tiptoed down the hall, then lay on my stomach to creep closer for a look. There were no lights on, just the light streaming in from the light outdoors. The two of them were in an embrace by the door. "No ... we can't ... Prince will wake up." I heard my step Mom's hushed voice. They kissed and I watched as the stranger's hand slipped lower, cupping my step Mom's bottom. He moved it across the expanse of her bottom, slowly, caressingly. Her hand found his and slowly pulled it a little higher on her hip. He tried to move it again. After a time she moved his hand againa. My heart was beating wildly. Jealousy? I didn't know what it was. Anger? "No, Tim, I have to get up early in the morning. And besides, we'll wake him up." "But Esther. Please?" he begged. His hand was pulling up her skirt in the back and then her panties were bright in the dim light. His hand fondled her bottom, separated only by the nylon of her panties. She didn't stop him, but protested more firmly. "Really, Tim, I have to go now. I'm really sorry." I could see his hand pressing her closer to him and his hand slipped inside her panties. "Really, I have to... " she pulled away and his hand slipped from her panties and her skirt fell back into place. "Good Night!" she said and she took that pose that women do sometimes, stood with one foot kicked up while they kiss the man. I crawled away from the scene and hurried down the hall. I heard another "good night" and then the door closing firmly. She didn't come upstairs. And so, I turned on the light in my room and crept along the hall to find her sitting in the dark on the couch. "I'm home, Prince." she said quietly. I went down stairs and sat by her on the couch. " ... don't think I'm ready for this..." she said, and giggled. "What happened?" "Oh, no, it was fine. Just me. That's all. How 'bout one of your patented back scratches, though?" And so I stood by her knee as she unbuttoned the dress and made room for my hand to scratch her back. I found her bra strap and rubbed along it, then pushed my fingers underneath it. "Ahhhhh that feels good! Thanks honey. You're a love." she sighed. In a while she nudged me toward bed and we went upstairs arms around each other. "Come keep me company 'til I fall asleep?" She bumped against the wall as we walked. "Oops, a bit too much wine with dinner." she laughed. DIARY: "C has reached puberty. I've been worrying how to handle it. Now it is upon us. Hope I am handling it openly. Should help him get through with as little stress as possible. Just wish I were sure. He probably needs his dad, but I'll have to do. It appears that he had his first ejaculation last night. Well, his first and second. I've explained and think I made him comfortable. Time will tell. But of course, everyone survives it. I feel so close to him today." The neighborhood gang was playing a game of touch football late in the evening. By the time it became dark it had become a giggling mass of bodies wriggling in bunches on the grass. At one point I found myself pressed tight against Moji. I had a new feeling. We were on the bottom of the heap of writhing bodies. For the first time, I experienced the thrill of a rising erection pressed tight into the soft mound between a girl's legs. I was baffled. This had happened before but this time it was accompanied by a warm feeling of tingling excitement that suffused my entire body. As the pile of people rolled off us, I lingered there. Moji struggled for a step Mummy then stopped. We were alone. In the darkness, our faces were inches apart. She moved toward me and I kissed me on the lips and put her arms tight around my neck. I was taken by surprise. But the thrill vibrated even more through my young body. Now I was in no hurry to move from this comfortable position on top of my friend. Slowly, she moved against me. The soft curves of her young body felt delicious. step Moms began calling for their children and at last it was just four of us; me, Moji, Bimpe and Mercy. We chased fireflies for awhile and then the two younger girls Moji, Sola and Bimpe started kidding about playing a kissing game. The eighth graders were two years younger than me, fifteen. They were very experienced from my viewpoint. I was still protesting against kissing girls, at least officially. Unofficially I was curious. But I protested and pretended to run away from the girls. I let them catch me and the led me to the steps at the back of Bimpe's house. We talked in hushed tones and they teased me about the things I didn't know about girls and kissing and sex. The cicadas were making a lot of noise in the hot summer night air and the stars were bright and plentiful overhead. Bimpe went in the house and returned with a coke bottle to use as a spinner. She also brought a tube of lipstick which she and Moji shared and then offered to Mercy. When she declined, they offered to put it on for her and she relented and let them ceremoniously apply it to her pursed lips. "You can go first, Mercy, since you're so sweet on him!" Bimpe said. "I am not!" she protested. Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472 |
Re: Taboo by Awesome05: 10:08am On Oct 09, 2021 |
Interesting update |
Re: Taboo by BigBasher: 6:15pm On Oct 09, 2021 |
Nice update |
Re: Taboo by Zamar: 6:56am On Oct 10, 2021 |
Interesting update |
Re: Taboo by Saturn101: 8:14pm On Oct 10, 2021 |
COOL |
Re: Taboo by kweensheba: 12:29pm On Oct 11, 2021 |
Good write-up |
Re: Taboo by FrankAkowe: 8:20pm On Oct 11, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by ThrillPlus: 5:47am On Oct 12, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by ThrillPlus: 7:25pm On Oct 12, 2021 |
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Re: Taboo by Ultimas: 1:14pm On Oct 13, 2021 |
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