Being molested
When I was eight I was molested and I liked it.
My mum and dad used to go out on a Saturday night and my baby sitter was a girl called Jenifer who was fifteen I seem to remember. She was beautiful I thought and I really looked forward to her arriving for the evening.
I used to be in bed when she arrived but when mum and dad went out she would come into my room and tickle my back and tell me how gorgeous I was.
Over time, this developed into her kissing me, really long snogs with her tongue in my mouth, which was strange initially, totally unlike any kiss I’d had off mum or anyone.
She had long hair, really soft and smelled really nice which I loved to stroke and run my fingers through while she fondled my cock and balls. It felt wonderful.
All quite innocent really. I wish she had shown me more but although she seemed grown up to me at the time, she was very young herself.
My male friend and his brother were molested by their pretty 16-year-old babysitter when he was nine and his brother was 11. Their parents were very strict and generally oppressive, so she manifested all of the fun and sin their family life usually presented. Both boys loved touching her. She had them finger her and suck on her nipples. Both boys grew up to be incredibly perverted. Surprise.
I was around the same age when my uncle first molested me. He was a widower and a sad old man, but always very gentle. At bed time he would tuck me in, but before letting me slip under the sheets, he would stand at the edge of the bed and pull up my nightie above my waist. Then he would pull down his pants and rub his penis between my thighs until he had an orgasm. This went on for a number of years until I was too old for a babysitter.
That’s hot
I (15 yo f) babysit a 6 mnth boy. When he would not go to sleep I lay myself beside him and offer him one of nips to suck on. Invariably I reach climax. He goes to sleep this way and I am satisfied....
Mmmmmm hot
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