I can't remember a time when I haven't dressed up, I was 6 when I first discovered the huge and heavy Sears Catalogue. I was intrigued by several page... of ladies in various posses of undress. The sight of girdles and bras and panties and garter belts and then over a couple of pages, silky slips and camisoles and finally nighties......Lace, lace, lace, and silk. On the first occasion I had I went through my mother's drawer and lifted and felt these mysterious garments. One day I was sitting in. Lovehurts. It hurts bad. I wish I could tae the hurt away from you and dealwith it myself. But just know that I love and support you. I know that youwill find happiness. Don't ever give up on that.You deserve all thehappiness in the world and you will find it. I just know you will. I lookedand I saw tears in moms eyes and she held me and talked to me. I could feelsuch love coming from her. I watched her wipe her eyes and then she said,try to get some sleep my sweetie. I will get up and make you. The next morning, your parents had to pick you up and fix the damage you had done to the window. You would have paid for the damage, but when you left your jacket behind with Barnaby and your ex, they decided to help themselves to your account and drained you of every last cent. They were nice enough to send you back your coat and wallet, along with an elicit photo of them fucking back at her place along with a note in her handwriting saying how she was taking what you “owed her” for 5 years of. "Mmm, oh, you feel good, really good. Just hold still. Let me fuck you," she said over her shoulder as she began rocking back and forth on my cock while I held myself steady just enjoying a sublime fuck by one of my mom's hot friends. Now I'd had them all: my Aunt Suzanne, Helen, and, now, Sandra. I knew the other boys were getting just as much sex as I was and that my life from now on would be filled with sex. It seemed that all our moms were just as horny as we were, maybe even more, it was.