It sort of sidles up to you all silent and unannounced, like the rising of thesun or the turning of the seasons. For me, it happened on a bright, cool...morningat the beginning of summer; not long after my ninth birthday; around the sametime my Dad went off to Chicago with his girlfriend. Mom and I never saw thatone coming either. Looking back, I suppose I shouldn't have been so surprised atwhat went down over the next few months; a lot of weird stuff was going on thatyear.I was sitting on the. Her thighs were wrapped around me and her hands were now resting on my hips. Her breasts, too, were still touching my back. My breath quickened. She had been this intimate with me in previous sessions so I didn't think the sexual contact was intentional. I was her baby boy and thus such thoughts probably did not even enter her mind. For me, it was a different matter. Once I had the motion down she pulled away and stood. As she crossed the room, she told me how many repetitions to do and that I. Ned as well as Christy had been looking forward to the evening. It was one of their 'special' weekends that they enjoyed with a few very 'special' friends. They had friends, normal everyday friends that they both enjoyed associating with, friends that wouldn't be as accepting of Christy's particular little fetish, at least the wives anyway, though Ned had no doubt their husbands wouldn't mind. But they had other friends, people they had met with like-minded fetishes and desires much like his. I saw women in the doorway. Women in leather. That turned me on. You see I may be a sweet-looking Midwestern girl, but I'm not entirely vanilla. A few years earlier my husband talked me into trying anal sex. Not being stupid, I read up on the joy of sodomy and prepared myself using a specially purchased probe, which likely gave the TSA guys an extra thrill when they X-rayed my suitcase. It turned out watching me prepare for butt sex turned Tim on, so the Anal Experiment did our sex life a lot.