Desire - Sex Stories

Desire

When I was five years old, I was playing underneath the kitchen-table. My mom was sitting at the table, with her nylon-clad legs stretched out. She had kicked off her shoes. For some reason, I lost interest in my toys. I was fascinated by mom's feet. I touched them, rubbed them, played with her toes. I put my face closer and I could smell them. I liked the smell so much, I kissed mom's feet. She hadn't moved her feet away, so she mustn't have minded too much.......... But I noticed an aching pressure in my willie. Not exactly painful, just uncomfortable. I tried to make it go away by rubbing it, like I rub my head when I bang it.......... When I was eleven, I found a magazine. It was full of stories and colour pictures of naked men and women. I felt hot and strange all over as I looked at them - as if I was coming down with the 'flu. The women had something weird and furry between their legs. At first, I thought they were injured. The men had these really, really BIG willies, which looked nothing like mine - sort of.....naked and purple. And the men and women were doing things together, I didn't understand. The women were putting the willies in their mouths and also inside that weird place between their legs. And in some pictures, it looked like the men were peeing - but their pee was white! There was one picture, where two women were lying on the bed touching each other between the legs, another where a woman was on her knees and a man was putting his willy in her ...

... bum-hole! I was very confused by all this. The pictures I liked best, were the ones where the women were wearing stockings and pretty shoes- just like my mother did. At least I thought I liked them. I wasn't real sure though - because it made my willy hurt to look at them. I thought about asking my mom to explain the pictures to me - but then I hid the magazine instead. Maybe I'd ask tomorrow.......... I had read all the stories in the magazine. Some of them many times. I couldn't stop looking at the pictures. Slowly, I started to figure a few things out. This is what mom and dad must be doing at night, when I heard moaning and creaking noises coming from their room. I wondered if they would let me watch, if I was good and asked them real nice? I tried to look through the key-hole, but the bed was in the wrong place. I still didn't understand why my willy was hurting so often now. I found a Barbie-doll. When I took it's clothes off, it didn't look much like the women in the magazine. But I tried out some of the pictures. When I put my willy between it's legs, nothing much happened. But in one of the pictures, a man was rubbing his thing all over a woman's boobs. When I tried that, it felt really good. And then, I got the shock of my life - I thought, I had broken my willy.......... I had been rubbing my willy with Barbie's boobs, and noticed that it felt better when her boob is - sort of - "inside" my willy. So I had been pulling back the skin and rubbing Barbie on the purple bit ...