What's a Limnophile ? - Sex Stories

What's a Limnophile ?

... another woman's mouth, and I felt a well-lubed penis sliding smoothly into my ass.

I had no idea that I'd lose a big part of my family and most of my lovers that night.

But here's how things began -

Childhood - ages 6 to 13

What I remember from my childhood is mostly happy, but very unusual. Mom and Dad took good care of me when I was a little boy. I vaguely remember being very sick and Mom spending every minute with me for weeks at a time. I was too weak and ill, so she spoon-fed me. She put damp cloths on my forehead to reduce my fever. She spent a lot of time keeping me and the house clean. Dad and the neighbors called her a 'clean freak', but I didn't see anything wrong with it.

At least once a day, and usually twice, she would fill the tub and have me take a bath. I loved sitting in warm water and relaxing, and I still do. Since I had major health issues, Mom was very worried for me and paid much less attention to Dad. She kept holding me in her lap and feeding me until I was nine. Most children would have objected, but I enjoyed the comfort and reassurance. I loved sitting in her lap as she home-schooled me too. Dad had found a girlfriend and wasn't home much, but Mom didn't seem to care.

On the nights Dad was gone, she would lay behind me in bed and hold me as we fell asleep. It was warm and extremely comfortable. We were always clothed, and there was never anything romantic or sexual about it, she was just an unusually caring and nervous Mom who ...

... loved holding and comforting her child, and I loved her too.

Dad moved away, and the divorce didn't seem to upset Mom very much. Some might say it was divine justice or karma that took her from me when I was only 13. There was nothing bad that needed justice, and now I know that it wasn't. Instead of her excessive cleaning saving us from germs, some of the harsh cleaning chemicals started the cancer that took her away from me.

Losing a parent is almost always distressing and painful. I lost my only real parent, my teacher, and my best friend; all at the same time. She was the only one in the world who mattered to me. When she passed away, most of my spirit died too.

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Youth - 14 to 17

I had to go live down south with my Dad and stepmother. Sharon was crisply polite, but I could easily tell she didn't want another kid. She smoked and I hated the smell. I avoided her as much as possible. The house was crowded, cluttered, and usually dirty. She would only do a little cleaning when Dad got upset and complained about the mess, once a month or so.

I wanted to mope quietly, mourning Mom, but my step-siblings, 9 year old Katie and 8 year old Tom, wanted to play games or watch movies with me all the time. I couldn't care less that Katie was cute and would eventually be a beauty, or that Tom idolized me and wanted to be like me.

Both were loud, irritating, and messy. They picked on me because I showered or bathed twice a day. I thought there were annoying little pigs, ...