1. A Keyhole Adventure


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: thighfan, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    A Keyhole Adventure My earlier stories, “Seeing What I Could See” were fantasies based on a shred of truth, but this story is all fact from my early teen years. My fascination with women began at an early age as I spent a lot of time with my Mom until I was old enough to be left alone or help Dad on the farm. A lot of time was spent around women at our church or just running errands in town. Women then in the late ‘50s and early ‘60s dressed nicely. I was always checking out nylon covered legs wondering what the upper part looked and felt like, especially big legged women. My attention turned to Mom when I was about 10 yrs. old as she put on her stockings or removed them. She always sat on my desk chair in my room as it was near the only closet we had in our old farmhouse. I brought up the courage one day to ask if I could fasten her stockings…she showed me how the garters worked and even let me attach all four. The back ones were really interesting as she had to stand up and hike her slip up exposing her plump soft thighs, a lot different that her slender lower legs. She always made fun of her “bird legs” but her broad hips and ample behind gave her really nice, soft, thick thighs that I longed to see and touch. Her legs were never exposed as she never wore shorts so getting to see and touch her was a treat. She let me “help” her on several occasions until she told me she thought I knew how the garters worked, not realizing I wanted to see or touch instead. I felt small ...
    twitches in my groin at those times, but didn’t understand what was happening. To see and feel her soft, white legs with some spider veins visable due to the hard work she had always done was getting to view and touch something very private. Curiosity was satisfied for a time until guys at school started talking about girls “sprouting” breasts and boys getting “hard.” I was nearly thirteen at the time and was getting un-encouraged erections and of course learned to get encouraged ones too. I had to see more and feel more now, so one day Mom was getting ready in my room I walked in and asked to fasten her stockings…”again”, she asked, “I guess once more won’t matter.” This time she was wearing girdle, something I hadn’t seen, so the garters were harder to stretch out to the hose. I fumbled a couple times until I gripped tighter and made the attachments. I also lingered a bit and opened my hand and felt her leg where it was its softest right near her hip...it felt oh so good. “That’s enough,” she said, “you be a good boy!” That last phrase was told to me every time I left the house from then on, even during my college years. I think she knew I was getting’ horny! Well, a couple summers later during our raisin drying time we had to turn some trays of raisins to finish the drying process. Dad and my b*****r were working some long rows far away from the house and instructed Mom and I to turn several short rows behind our house, about an hour’s work. It was a warm morning and Mom came ...
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