My Life Behind Paul's Back Chapter One - Sex Stories

My Life Behind Paul's Back Chapter One

... of me and my brothers. The babysitters were all black, muscular; teenagers that volunteered to look after me and my brothers. When I was old enough to understand I was being babysat by black, muscular, black teenagers I didn’t think it was unusual. I had grown up with them feeding me, taking me outdoor and taking me outdoors to play. Mom did spend more time with me than she did with my brothers. None of the teenage, black, muscular boys were allowed around me when I was alone. I didn’t understand why mom never let me be alone with any of the black, teenage, muscular boys. I didn’t ask her why either. I was being picked on by the boys and girls at my school for the size of breasts. My breasts were the size of full grown women while the other girls in my school were wearing training bras. Mrs. Gregory felt bad for me and took me to a specialty store to buy adult bras to fit me. However by the time I was sixteen the adult bras were too small for me. The sales girl at the store found a bra that would fit me. It was a 40 double D size. It the time I started to look at my mother’s breasts and saw how huge they were and knew I was taking after her. Mom didn’t seem the least bit upset she had huge breasts. I do remember mom walking around in her short, old, housecoat to answer the back door and at least a dozen teenage, black, muscular boys would be come in. I had my sixteenth birthday. I noticed Mom, always worn long skirts, or dresses, covering herself from her neck to below her ...

... knees. I was surprised she went to the back door wearing a sheer housecoat tied at her waist open enough that half her large breasts were exposed. I noticed the part of her breasts that weren’t exposed was pushing against the thin material. The first time I saw mom with just the housecoat tied around her slim waist and most of her breast showing I had been doing my homework in the kitchen. I had heard light knocking at the back door. I had never been allowed to go out the kitchen door out back before. I was only allowed to go in and out the front door. I had heard knocking and went through the kitchen door only to see a hallway with a back door at the end of the hall. I didn’t know about the door before. I went down the hall to open the door when another door opened down the hall and mom walked out. That was the first time I saw mom with the sheer housecoat tied at her waist with most of her large breasts showing. The part of her large breasts that was inside her shear housecoat was pressing against the thin material. Dad was never around when she let the black, muscular teenager boys in the back door and led to the basement door. Mom opened the back door and a gust of wind blew in the same time the dozen of big, muscular, teenage black boys walked in. They were all soaking wet because it had started to rain heavily. It was still hot even though it was raining. The dozen muscular, teenage black boys didn’t wear t-shirts so were bare chested and only wore sandals. There jeans ...