This is one of my earliest erotic associations with lingerie. Anyway, here I was, a boy of 14, with all my hormones flowing, staying for 2 weeks with ...he woman that was responsible for my lingerie fetish. Mostly it was like staying with anyone else for two weeks, except for flashes of Aunt-Karen’s lingerie every now and then. Well, at least that’s the way it started. The first night I was there, I was in the guest room. And after just getting into bed, Aunt-Karen came in to give me a good night. She did not want me to play with her pussy and refused to let me masturbate her. She wanted it in and over. After a while, I tired of the plain vanilla sex and wanted more, but she still refused. I was working in a factory nights and attending college classes in the mornings. My work shift was from 3:30 p.m. till midnight. In the factory, women made up seventy percent of the work force. Most were married and many of them were sleeping around and having affairs. Any male employee that wanted. I stopped and picked him up, and threw him unto my bed, I ripped my shirt off and positioned myself over him pinning his arms and legs. I passionately kissed him. While our tongues danced inside each other's mouth, I quietly pulled down my zipper; My rock-hard boner sprang out. We stopped kissing for a second. I looked Cedric in the eyes, afraid to see what I saw. It was with a burst of surprise and Heartbreaking gratefulness that I saw a deep, loving, PASSION, NO!! a raging hot passionate. I could tell from his cock throbbing inside my mouth and his groans that Tom was very close to spurting but unlike most men who would in that situation have emptied their balls, he pulled out and kissed me placing his tongue inside my mouth as if trying to taste his own precum, he groaned again as he slipped his hand inside my panties and discovered how wet I was, gently sliding my panties down he pushed my legs apart staring, mouth open, at my gaping shaved pussy, it was my turn to gasp as he.