At first I was too young to even get a boner but that eventually changed and I would masturbate in the woods sometimes even twice a day. The dirty mag...zines seemed to be on my mind all the time. I would daydream in school of going into the camp, grabbing some mags, and jerking off in the woods. I kept this secret to myself and never even told my friends about it. However, myself and a friend started going to a "smokeshop" in town where they sold all kinds of tobacco products and magazines. They. My son was sleeping in the afternoon and my parents in laws ware also taking rest in their bed room. I was lying on my bed and was thinking about my husband. As written, his thought made me horny and I started to feel wet under my panty.So, I locked the door of my bedroom. I grabbed a couple towels and pillow and sat on the floor opposite a full length sized mirror.I have removed my clothes from my body one by one and I was completely naked. Gently touching my well-shaped, milky boobs and. So many memories would be left on that football field, on that campus, and in those hearts, and it was dreadfully sad that most of that would probably fade away in a year or two as friends move away and lives change and college starts. Soon all that would be left of those days would be contained in that memory—inducing relic, the yearbook. Well, that was not completely true… in fact that bears no semblance whatsoever to the truth. The real truth was that her high school experience sucked and. Brad groaned for a second as he felt a little pain, then let out a deep breath as his mother's hand invaded his backside. Heather dripped a little more baby oil on her son's rectum and grabbed a small vibrator. "Mom, no..." Brad began to protest.She shushed him, telling him it would feel good. Without listening to another word of his protest, his mother dipped the vibrator into his ass and began massaging him. She even went so far as to rub the vibrating mechanism along his prostate, giving him.