ı am 33(m) ı seem a normal guy in life. but my sex life is pervert. ı addict to ass. ı love the look al ass. sometimes my wife catch me and she get angry. only my wife know ı be a pervert. anyway. some rainy day ı was playing football on street. ı am 15 y.o that day. ı get very wet because of rainy. ı need new clothes and underwear. that day we will stay in my aunt house. my aunt give me, her daughter's panty, it was so small lacy panty. her daughters 15 y.o by the way. my incest taboo started like that. ı get horny after the dressed her panty. my dick doesn't fit in. ı started play with my dick and ı came. ı was thinking my cousin's curvy ass and small fresh cunt at the toilet. ı was rubbing my dick same time. ı came many times on her panty. all night cumming like that. the panty full of my sperm. after the day ı know, ı should give thet panty. ı was very excited.I put the panties in my aunt's hand. he smiled and turned her ass to me and walked. ı got horny and cum again. this time ı started thinking my aunt's ass and her same time. next weekend we again went to aunt. they all go for shopping. ı stayed home. and ı started search for underwear box. ı found them. my cousin's all bra and panties. ı started rubbing on my dick. then ı take the my aunt's panties. ı was licking it. sucking it. then ı all underwear on my body and face and mouth ı starting masturbate and came like horse. after the that day every time think incest things. one time ı rubbed my dick on my cousin while doing dance. she married now. ı still love that curvy ass. especially with tights.

When I was about 13 I started becoming super horny all the time with my hormones going crazy making me want to jerk off non-stop. One day while home alone and horny I really wanted to know what pussy smells and tastes like so I went to my older sisters room (she was 16 and smoking hot) and pulled a pair of her used panties out of her clothes hamper and took a deep sniff and tasted them.

Needless to say I was absolutely hooked on her scent and taste of her pussy and any time I was home alone and horny I'd be in her room sniffing and licking her dirty panties while jerking off.

For many years while we still lived at home together I continued to do this and started eventually cumming in her clean and dirty panties and bras. It was such a turn on using her sexy lingerie as my personal cum rags and knowing she'd have absolutely no idea and continued wearing them everyday while completely clueless that her panties had been thoroughly soaked in her own brothers cum countless times.

Never had the slightest bit of guilt about it because I enjoyed it way too much and the only reason I stopped was because she eventually moved out. But when I visit her place now years later I'll still make sure to sneak off to her room to find a pair of her used panties to smell and taste her pussy in them for old times sake and always borrow a pair to take home with me to use as cum rags.

Sometimes I'll sneakily return panties I've taken back to her drawers when I visit after using them as cum rags for a few weeks and after dumping dozens of loads of cum in them and washing them.

I'd love to tell her one day just to see the look of shock and horror on her face when she finds out how many countless times I've jerked off to the smell and taste of her pussy and how much of her brothers cum she's worn in her panties over the years.

Detention not so boring

I was 13 when I had to serve detention for showing up late in class for a third time in the same semester, a new rule for the 88, 89 school year. When I showed up for detention, there was this pregnant teacher-6 months I think, she was a sexy 20-something babe, it was her turn for detention duty.

There were just 5 of us that day, 2 8th graders, another 7th grader like myself, and a 6th grader she was the only girl on detention that day, the rest of us were guys, I was the only guy in short shorts that day. Because that teacher was pregnant, my dick would not stop staying hard in my short shorts no matter how tightly closed my totally bare legs were even though we all had to stare straight ahead at the bulletin board.

I had this weird feeling, that teacher was staring at my legs then after 15 minutes, she excused everyone. When I got up from my seat, she warned me to sit down.

After the other 4 students went home, and the coast was clear, she smiled at me, and asked me to undressed from the waist up, when I took my jacket off, my whole torso was bare.

Then that teacher rubbed my short shorts bulge, then she pulled off her dress, and what a view! The way her 2 inch swath of bare belly showed off between the very high front of her huge panty style bicycle short shorts and bra, my dick got throbbing hard in my short shorts.

That day detention wasn't so boring after all. When I got home, I was by myself, wanked and shot loads of cums down my short shorts.

My pregnant substitute teacher

This happend to me in fifth grade, I was just 11 years old and for a week, we had a substitute teacher, she was in her 20s and I think 6 months pregnant, on her last substitute teacher day before our regular teacher came back from a funeral, she wanted me to stay after school for a half hour, I couldn't figure out why. Then when the last bell rang, and every body else left, she called me in the back room, I couldn't still figure out what I did to make me stay after school or if the vice principal was going to come yell at me.

Then when she locked the door, she wanted me out of my shirt, so when I tok my shirt off, I offered to take my kaki shorts off too because I had on a striped panty like bathing suit underneath and she said yes. My substitute teacher lit up when she saw me in my bathing suit. Then she pulled off her smock and skirt, ohh woow! My dick got hard and suddenly wigled in my bathing suit when she showed me her little bare sliver of her rounding belly peeping out between the lace panel of her panties and lace bra. When I felt her baby, she felt my bathing suit bulge. I told my substitute teacher that day it was our secret and she agreed on the spot. When I got home, I went to my room, took everything off except my bathing suit and masturbated in it. No I didn't shoot cums till couple weeks later. That was almost 30 years ago that happened.

I have always been curious about girl’s underwear. As a young boy I found my mom’s and sister’s underwear to be fascinating. If I happened to see a pair in the hamper I would closely examine them. They looked and felt so different from mine and the scent was exciting. Later after I got married and we had a little girl my curiosity continued. I thought the little girl panties looked so cute with their little cartoon characters and their aroma was pleasing. In the division of house hold labor laundry fell to me. I didn’t mind because it gave me free access to my wife’s and our daughter’s soiled under clothes. Before I washed their panties I would carefully examine them. I loved the contrast between my wife’s and my daughter’s. My daughter’s were usually less stained, smelled delightfully of fabric softener, bath soap, fresh little girl vagina and sometimes pee. My wife’s had a far bolder aroma, the scent of urine more prominent, the gussets were often richly coated with her lubrication, they were occasionally adorned with a stray pubic hair, and the taste was more robust. In this manner, I observed my daughter’s sexual maturity. As she approached preteen, the coatings in her gusset became more noticeable and thicker and the aroma and taste stronger. When she started middle school she became active in sports; her physical activities made the scent and feel of her panties all the more pleasurable. On a few occasions, I had the wonderfully opportunity to receive them from her just minutes after she had taken them off; especially if she needed me to wash her uniforms right away while she showered. Oh the ecstasy of cupping those panties still warm from her body up to my nose and breathing in their heavenly fragrance and sampling them with lips and tongue while the gusset was still damp from her exertions. Later I found one of her first pubic hairs and later still saw signs of her first period. How nice it was to see evidence of her sexual maturation, to enjoy the bouquet and titillating taste of her panties and then to compare them against my wife’s panties. But one day, while getting ready for work I got a real shock. That morning before showering, I went through the hamper to see what treasure I might find. It was shortly after my daughter’s 12th birthday. I was happy to find my daughter’s panties and I noticed the gusset was thickly coated with a pearlescent slim. Fearing the worse, I sniffed it and the odor of semen was unmistakable. The taste test removed all lingering doubts. It was all too obvious that my daughter was sexually active and must have engaged in a quickie; perhaps on her way home from school the day before and had lacked time to properly clean herself. I knew it had to have been the day before because I did the laundry and the hamper was empty and the gusset still moist. I was shocked. I knew I had to tell my wife but didn’t know what to say or how to approach the subject. I felt guilty for what I had been doing all those years and was paranoid that if I told my wife what I had found she would rightly guess what I had been doing. I struggled with the knowledge for a few days without telling anyone what I had found but when I discovered another pair of sperm crusted little girl under pants in the hamper I knew I had to tell my wife. I shoved them in my pocket for evidence and waited for the best time to tell her. How disconcerting to find a little girl’s white cotton panties decorated with a Barbie Doll emblem and a little pink bow filled with her boyfriend’s crusty sperm. I showed them to my wife. It took some convincing but after a sniff and taste test she knew it was true. Perhaps it was my sheepish manner and guilty look that helped her to reach the conclusion about what I had been doing. She hit the roof. Lying was useless. My affect could not be disguised. She called me a pervert and a pedophile. I swore that I had not done anything to my daughter sexually and that I was only interested in her soil underwear. When my wife asked about her underwear; I confessed. She took my daughter to the doctor; she was found to be healthy. Birth control pills were prescribed just in case. My wife and daughter had a long talk and my wife gave her condoms and profoundly discouraged her from carrying on sexually with boys but made her promise if she fell to temptation to use condoms. She also questioned her about my conduct and my daughter confirmed what I had already told her. My wife insisted I keep the laundry detail and move into the guest bedroom. She was very angry with me and with my daughter and I got the idea she was blaming me for my daughter’s misbehavior. A few weeks later I was preparing to do the laundry; I was home alone while my wife and daughter were out shopping. I went into the master bedroom and was surprised to see that my wife had dumped her clothes she wore the night before on the bedroom floor. After her work on Friday, she had gone out with some of the office ladies and had come home very late. I found her panties. Old habits are hard to break. I received another shock when I discovered a huge blob of thick sperm in them. Once again the identity of the substance was confirmed by taste and odor. Later, I confronted my wife with the evidence. Our daughter was out with friends and we had a real heated argument. The bottom line for her was that I had been unfaithful to her with her own daughter; if not physically then emotionally and in her book unfaithfulness was unfaithfulness regardless. She felt that if I could carry on an emotional affair with her daughter she had the right to have sex outside the marriage. So it was and life went on mostly on her terms. I continued to find my wife’s cum stained panties but wasn’t completely cut off. Occasionally, she would visit me in the guest room for sloppy seconds and she even confessed a few times that no one could make her cum so hard as I could but she continued to see her lover just the same. I continued to find my daughter’s panties similarly stained with cum and was distraught by her evident promiscuity. I never mentioned my findings to my wife but she seem to know about our daughter’s strong sexual desire and we decided if we couldn’t convince to stop sleeping with her boyfriend then she should at least be allowed to let him in her bedroom where condoms would always be available and they would be in a safe place. My daughter was fourteen the first time I saw her take her boyfriend back into her bedroom. I listened outside her door and knew what they were doing. It was around that time that my wife said she was tired having sex in cheap motels or in the back seat of a car. Her lover was also married and his wife didn’t know what was going on. Soon afterward, we had a family meeting; my wife explained to our daughter that she had taken a lover and that her lover would be spending time with her in her bedroom just like she was doing with her boyfriend and that I was in perfect agreement with the arrangement; which I wasn’t but said nothing. My daughter suspected that her mother was sleeping around and wasn’t too surprised but she did seem sympathetic towards me. My wife corrected her daughter and told her it was because of my behavior she had taken on a lover but she refused; thankfully to go into details. So on Friday nights, my wife would be having loud sex with her boyfriend in the master bedroom and our daughter entertaining her boyfriend in similar fashion while I did the laundry and watched TV; later though, after my wife’s boyfriend had cleaned up left she would secretly join me in my room for another round. I discovered that sex between us was more exciting than before and she seemed to be enjoying it more as well and I began to wonder who was cheating on whom. So that is how things progressed until my daughter graduated from high school. It was during the summer between high school and college that her long standing boyfriend broke up with her. He joined the service and went off to see the world; ending their relationship before departing. She was completely devastated. It was on a Friday night, she was in my arms as I was trying to comfort her. Her mom was out with her boyfriend on a camping trip. Her boyfriend’s wife never suspecting that he was with another woman instead of his regular buddies who were covering for him. My little girl shook and wept in my arms. I held her and comforted her and listened to her hurts. She felt that I could understand her feelings since her mother had treated me so poorly. She wondered how I had managed all those years. We were getting very close. She wanted to know how I had managed to go without sex. She never realized what I and her mom were doing – that would have been just too weird so we kept it a secret. She said how much she was going to miss her boyfriend and the sex. Her tears were drying up but her face remained flushed and her eyes puffy – she looked like a sad little angel. She told me how much she loved me and how grateful she was for me being her dad and for being with her when she was so low. She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me pressing her fine body against me. She mentioned that she thought I was the most handsome father out of all her friends and she teased me by saying that several of her girl-friends thought I was hot. She kissed me on the lips. I knew where things were headed and should have made a dash out of the situation but my ego was deflated from all those years of humiliation. My little girl was stroking my ego like stroking a cat and I was purring from her attention and affirmation. She squeezed her tongue past my lips. I let myself go and kissed her back. Suddenly we were making out like two teenagers instead of one 18 year old and her 42 year old father. Memories flooded my mind of all those times I had breathed in her scent. She placed her hand on my trousers and found me ready. She took me by the hand and led me back to her bedroom. She helped me off with my shirt and T-shirt and sat on the bed and unbuckled my pants. She told me she had dreamed of doing this with me for years. She unfastened my pants and took out my penis which was harder than cast iron. She placed it in her mouth and worked magic with her lips and tongue. I thought her boyfriend was an idiot to break up with such a young, pretty, nubile and talented lady. She brought me to the edge and stopped and told me she wanted me inside of her. She got out of her clothes and lay on the bed. I got out of the rest of my clothes and climbed on the bed between her spread legs and took in the landscape. She was beautiful. I kissed her again and kissed my way down to her petite breasts. I kissed and teased her breasts until she begged me to enter her. I kissed my way down her tummy, through her fragrant bush and explored with my lips and tongue her little nest. I relished the familiar scent and taste. She squirmed and complained that I was taking too long until she shuddered and clamped her legs around my head, grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled while letting out a loud cry. I took advantage of the bounty flowing from her little nest and filled my mouth and senses. And when the time seemed right I positioned myself appropriately and slipped myself inside of her warm wetness delirious from her tightness and in the wrongness of the act. After a few gentle thrusts our union was complete and I fought mightily against the urge to release myself. Her response was more enthusiastic and energetic than I could ever remember. I wondered again at how insanely stupid her boyfriend was to break up with her. She was the most amazing sexual partner I had ever had or could ever imagine. After she climaxed again she reminded me that she was on birth control and pleaded for me to release inside of her. It didn’t take much coaxing. We slept in her bed that evening and made love several more times throughout the night. That weekend we stayed in and took advantage of her mom’s absence. We made love all weekend only pausing for short rest periods and to eat. We showered together and made love in the shower. She told me I was a much better lover than her boyfriend and that fact helped the hurt to ebb. We were coupled when we heard her mother’s car pull up. Quickly we disengaged and sorted ourselves out. Her mother didn’t seem suspicious. Perhaps it was her belief that I was already emotionally fornicating with her daughter that made it impossible for her to see that we were now engaged in adultery as well. After the house was quiet that evening; my daughter sound asleep from a weekend of rigorous sex my wife crept into my room to share her sexual adventures with me. After what I had been through I didn’t think I could rise to the occasion but when she started telling me her boyfriend had brought along one of his friends to share her with; I sprung to attention. She bragged about how thoroughly she satisfied both men then got me ready for action with her mouth and lips. I thought she might be able to use a lesson from our daughter but it did the trick anyway and when she mounted me cowgirl style I was ready for action. I slipped in easily realizing that she was still sloppy from her weekend and she must have engaged in intercourse just before coming home making sure the physical evidence matched the story. It didn’t take her long to cum and to coax me into doing the same. My daughter and I kept things between us very quiet. We had agreed that we would not mention anything to her mother about our on sexual adventures. Things went very well for a time. My daughter and I took every opportunity to satisfy each other. We both seemed to be very happy with the arrangement. She didn’t seem to be too interested in another boyfriend for the time being and I was only too happy to fulfill her sexual needs. But in the course of time all things come to light. One night my daughter snuck in my room for a quickie thinking everyone was asleep and when she opened the door she saw her mom riding me cowgirl style. The girls freaked out. My wife put two and two together and we had a terrific fight. The fight lasted forever but at least everyone’s little secret was out in the open. My daughter never had suspected that her mom was sexually active with her boyfriend and her husband at the same time and my wife was equally surprised to discover her daughter’s sexual interest in her husband. After things calmed down we made a truce. Later that week we had another family meeting. The girls did most of the arguing. My wife accused my daughter of adultery and my daughter accused my wife of the same and added an additional charge of cruelty against her father. After much hashing and rehashing it was clear that we were all guilty of something. No remedies could be agreed upon so it was unanimously decided that things would be just as they were. My daughter found out about my sexual fetish; which she confided in me some time later that she found it rather cute and provided me with fresh soiled panties. My daughter learned of her mother’s unusual sexual proclivities and my wife discovered that her husband and her daughter were lovers. From that moment on we let freedom ring and we refused to put labels on our desires. We decided that we were all adults and we had nothing to hide and we through social morals to the wind and let our senses be our guide.