OK where do I start? I am Jane, I am also 55 widowed for 10 years now. I had a great sex life with my husband until he got killed in a car accident. It took me a long time to get over it and if truth be told I am still not, but I am better and last year I decided to make a clean break of it all and moved out of London to a very small village in the south of England. My new home was just at the edge of the village, a small cottage, with the biggest back garden ever. It took me around a year to get it all the way I wanted. I put a big fence round the whole back garden making it very private, The bottom half I dedicated to growing flowers but I set aside the area closest to the house and my recreation area. I got a summer house build with a gazebo next to it where I put a hot tub. The gazebo has removable sides for the summer and can be put on for the cold weather.
I kept myself to myself for that first year but last March I decided it was time to get out there and meet people again. It was a very nice spring day and I put on a nice new summer dress, now I may be in my 50s but I don't look it. I am very short just a little over 5 foot tall I am also nice and slim and have always taken care of myself and kept myself fit. My breasts have always been small, almost none at all, all the women in my family are the same, as a result I have never had to wear a bra unless I wanted too. I got on my push bike and took a ride into the village, I stopped at the one and only pub and decided I wanted a gin before I went on. I had never been in the pub before but it was like a pub that time forgot, It was like walking into the past. The only people in there were 4 old men playing dominos. I sat at the bar and in walked a pretty woman who turned out to be the owner. She knew who I was and said it was about time I came in, small village everyone knows everything. I introduced myself and she told me she was Laura 42. We talked for about 3 hours and I had way too much gin to get back on my bike to ride home. I walked home feeling more drunk than I ever had for years. I woke up the next morning still in my dress and had slept on the couch. I treated my hangover and remembered I had left my bike at the pub. It was a really warm day and I showered and put on another summer dress, a white one. I put on white cotton panties but didn't bother with a bra and walked towards the pub. I was almost there when it started to rain, not just a shower this was a downpour. Even though I ran by the time I got to the pub I was so wet, I doubt I could have got wetter by jumping into a swimming pool. Laura had just opened the pub so when I burst in I was the only one there and it was just as well because I discovered my dress was almost transparent when wet. My small breasts were showing through and because the dress was sticking to me and my panties were also wet you could make out my thick pubic hair also. Laura couldn't help herself and burst out laughing. She took me through the back to her home before anyone else came in the pub. She gave me some towels and said I should dry off. I thought she would leave me too it but she grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my head. I took my panties off and dried myself. She came back with a gin for me as I sat on her couch covered in a towel. She took my clothes and put them in the dryer. I was sitting drinking my gin when in walked Laura's daughter, Karen. What shocked me more was she was totally naked, she never batted an eye when she saw me and just said hello. Laura came back in and said sorry about her daughter. I said not to worry as we were all girls, but I have to say Karen was beautiful, her breasts defied gravity. Laura told her to go get dressed and take over the bar. Laura told me that because it was just her and Karen they never bothered much with clothes. I laughed and told her not to worry and when I was married my husband and I would walk about naked also.
Over the next few months I would visit the pub almost every day and I became very good friends with Laura. I also drank more than I ever had in my life. I met a few other people from the village but by far I spent most of my time with Laura.
One Sunday It was very warm that day and I called Laura and told her I was going to spend the day in the garden and asked if she wanted to come join me and to bring gin. I told her just to come into the garden and when she came in I was sunbathing naked. I was on my front and didn't hear her come in. She came over to me and poured some gin right over my bum, it made me jump up and I could have slapped her but she was laughing like a schoolgirl. I sat down and she started to take her clothes off, as she did something stirred in me that had not stirred since my teens. She took off her bra and let her massive boobs free, she pulled her panties off and I saw she was totally shaved. Again my thoughts went back to my teens when I had a crush on my best friend, all I did back then was kiss but seeing Laura naked made me want to do more and why I did what I did next I still don't know. She bent over and her bum was almost in my face, I leaned over and kissed it. She didn't move and I kissed it again, this time I ran my tongue up and down the crack of her bum, I used to do this with my husband and he loved it. I knew I had just crossed a line and as I moved my head away she turned round and looked at me, I knew right away she was OK because her smile was wide. She sat next to me and leaned over and kissed me. She pulled away and told me she had wanted to kiss me since we first met. We kissed a lot that day but nothing else, Laura said she had been hurt so many times before and wanted to take things slow.
I was at the pub one night and after closing she took me to her room, we got naked and she made love to me, this was so unlike the lovemaking I had done with my husband, she was so gentle and when she went down on me it was unlike anything I had before. My husband almost never did that but her mouth and tongue took me to a place I had never been before, I came so many times and was so loud doing it. A lot of that night is a total blur because of the whole bottle of gin I had drank, but I do remember going down on her for the first time, I stopped short and she puled my head in, her pussy was so wet and my tongue found her pussy and I worked my tongue into it, finding her clit and with my hand I pushed a finger into her bum, another thing I did with my husband, she loved it as much as he did. We swapped places a few times before falling asleep. I woke the next morning and she had left me a note saying she had gone shopping. I went to the kitchen, still naked. And Karen came in behind me, she laughed and said that me and mum had kept her up all night with the screams. I said sorry but she said not to worry and that it had helped her masturbate. I was a little shocked and as she walked past me she gave me a little pat on my bum.

I will carry on later sorry my fingers are too wet to carry on

I confess this is what I saw when I came home today.

I got a message and was asked about how my family began with incestual relationships. I wrote alot of what happened so I thought I also could post it here in "Confessions".

I apologize beforehand for my poor grammar and spelling - English isn't my native language.

In my case, I grew up in a family where my parents were nudists and didn't really care for being discrete when they had sex. They often did it when they thought I and my siblings were asleep, or busy playing video games or what not.

They didn't really involve us in the sex, at least not in the beginning, before puberty.

I remember me spying on my parents in my early years at night time, curious about what they were doing and why they moaned in a such a way I never saw anyone else do. Most times whey were in the bedroom which had a door closed and with a rectangular window on the upper half of the door that I could peek through. I could see everything standing on the other side of the door peeking into their bedroom. I thought that the onlty thing they could see of me was my eyes and forehead but they always turned of the lights in the apartment during the night except for their lamps on the bedside table, so I felt safe.

I remember getting a hard on when watching them one night. I belive I was 11 or 12, when I masturbated for the first time. When I ejaculated I got all paniced and tried to quietly as possible to whipe it all away from the door.

One night when I was spying on my parents, I remember it like it was yesterday. mMy 1 year younger sister poked on my back when I was watching my parents fucking. I was all into it and was masturbating so I really jumped out of surprise. She told me she also wanted to watch them. After a while she asked me if she should "runka" me (native word for "stroking a dick" or "give a handjob"). I was surprised and I asked why she asked me that. She told me that dad sometimes asked her to do it and he sometimes fingered her pussy. I told her that it was OK and that she should be careful. She carefully started to stroke my dick and it felt amazing. It was like watching a porno and having some one else stroking my dick. That time my parents where done quite early so we ran of to our bedroom (yeah, me and my sister shared bedrooms, my family wheren't rich, never went to college and so on - and since we were nudists we never were embarresed of being around each other naked or only with underwear).

We where laying in our own beds, whispering about what we just saw. I remember my sister didn't seem to be turned on by it but she seemed somewhat excited. She made me promise not to tell mom or dad about what just happened and the activities between her and our dad. I also remember clearly that she asked me about the grayish "cream" that sometimes "sprayed" out when she had stroked dad for a while. I belive I told here something like all boys do that, and that I can prove it. So she went over to my bed and watched me masturbate until I came.

From that point on we continued regulary watching our parents have sex, in the beginning she stroked my dick while we watched and when I got the courage enough to touch my sister; I did. At first I remember she didn't seem to get aroused by it but she said she enjoyed it afterwards, even though she never got wet.

A couple of months later though, a while after I had turned 14, she woke me up one night and was all excited. She took my hand to her pussy and said something like "see! I'm wet.". Indeed she was and she told me that it happened for her first time that same day when dad apparently had been fingering her for about one whole hour. I guess it happened while mom went with me to my Judo practice-session that I had twice every week. She said she wanted more and went onto my bed under my quilt and went straight for my dick with her hand, that already had turned hard. It was amazing, it was the first time I ever heard anyone else than my pareents moan, and how easily it was to pull my fingers in and out of her wihtout her face expressing some kind of pain. Her breast had started to develop so I tried to imitate dad by sucking on her nipples while fingering her.

I was so aroused that I was about to cum very soon and told her that. She then told me to stand on my knees with her hip between my legs, and then she continued the hand job. For the first time ever I came over my sisters body. I remember it was a heavy load, and that I came very hard. The sight of her young naked body with parts of her stomach and her small breasts covered of my semen... that image will forever stay in my memory.

I also remember that we paniced when we heard a door closing and footsteps in the hallway, so she rushed over to her bed, rolled over and pretended to sleep. A moment later the door to our bedroom opened. I didn't look to see who it was and whoever looked in stayed there for more than a minute, which felt like forever, and then went back and closed the door. I felt like I had a heart attack during that minute.

That's all I have time to write about now. Tell me if you want to hear more =)

If anyone want to share their stories, write me a message ^^

/Keitaro_Kun

I’m a straight female. I have dated a couple of guys and it leads to sex. I’m over eighteen now and in my first year at college. I live in the dorm and share a room with another girl. On our floor we all seem to get along. last weekend we had a floor party, nothing fancy, we opened our doors and groups visited other groups. We mostly hung out in the common room. Most of us either had beer or snuck the hard stuff in our cokes. I was introduced to a girl that lives down a couple of rooms and was told that she is a lesbian. She’s ok looking, straight shoulders, real short hair, tongue stud, a couple of tattoos, a fair shape, I’m guessing she’s a ‘b’ cup. She is more on the athletic side if anything and I can’t get her out of my head. We only said our “hi yea” when we were introduced, but I’ve started to even dream about her. Confused isn’t the word for what I’m feeling, more screwed up than anything. I have seen guys that I have felt similar to but not this strong.
This weekend if the opportunity is there, I’m going to try to see if I can make friends with her. It’s the only thing that seems to make any sense to me. I don’t know where this is going but watching some of the stuff on here has seemed to give me a new perspective that I wouldn’t have normally followed. That my confession.