LGBT Stories

Amanda is the 16 year old daughter of Bill and Lisa Williams, my next door neighbors. I have been friends with her ever since they moved into the house next door to ours when she was 7 years old. Since I don’t work I spend a lot of time around the house and do a lot of work in the yard. Of course as all young children do, Amanda spent a lot of time playing outside and we would see each other a lot. She was very friendly and since I’ve always liked little girls we just naturally became friends and I spent a lot of my time playing with her. She thought it was “cool” that a grown-up would want to spend time with her and enjoy playing all the games she liked.

She treated me like one of her friends, not as she did other adults. Since she is an only child I think she was often lonely, not that she didn’t have friends her own age but they weren’t always around. So she and I got to be very close as she grew up and I finally had the opportunity to enjoy a sweet, wonderful child as my wife and I never had children of our own. But what was so special was that I didn’t have the responsibility of a parent and none of disciplinary problems that go with it. I could enjoy her every minute we were together. I think her parents were relieved to have me spend time with her because they knew she was in good hands and that she was happy around me.

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Last summer my wife and I went to visit her widowed sister, Barb, who lives in Arizona with her two children. Our neice Amy is 17 and our nephew Chris is 14. Their father had died a few years earlier of cancer and it had been a tough ordeal for all of them. But it seemed everything had eventually worked out and they had gotten their lives put back together.

We hadn’t seen them since the previous summer and I remembered how un-disciplined and rowdy Chris had been when we were out there so I totally expected to be greeted by the same rough and tough little boy. Barb was at a point where she hardly knew how to deal with him and he was just a total embarrassment to his sister Amy. Needless to say it wasn’t a very pleasant vacation for us and Barb wasn’t even sure if we would ever come back. But we do like the area and the sightseeing so we decided to return there for our next vacation.

When we got to their house we were warmly greeted by Barb who seemed to have changed in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Amy was also there and she seemed like her usual sweet self, although her manner of dress seemed a little odd. She had always been a very feminine, demure young lady but now she seemed to be trying to flaunt her figure as much as possible. What she was wearing was almost straight out of Frederick’s of Hollywood. A very tight spandex top that barely contained her young, ripe breasts, a spandex skirt that was almost up to her crotch, shiny black pantyhose and open-toed spike-heel sandals that must have had 4-inch heels. She had on very heavy make-up and her long blond hair was in a pony-tail that was draped around her shoulder and over her breasts. My wife and I just looked at each other, neither one of us hardly recognizing Amy. I also was getting uncomfortable the way she was looking at me and found myself somehow getting a little aroused.

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My name is Philip. I’m the new kid in town. I just moved up here to live with my aunt Jeanette while my mother gets her life straightened out. Mother has had a lot of problems with booze and men for the last few years, and my aunt finally talked her into letting me get out of the way while she gets it together. My aunt lives in Canada, so out of the way is really what she meant. My aunt and I have always had fun together, so I’m happy to be here. The problem is that I’m the only kid in town who doesn’t speak French. I figure maybe that’ll be an advantage. Some girl will fall for me because she thinks I sound like a sophisticated foreign “man of mystery.” From what I’ve heard of French girls, my cherry is as good as gone!

When I arrived at the airport Aunt Jeanette was glad to see me. We hugged and kissed and she told me what a handsome young man I was becoming. Actually, she used the word “pretty”, but I figure she just used the wrong word because she usually speaks French. We were upset to learn that the airline lost my luggage. I was sure mother had checked it in for me, but it wasn’t there. Auntie said we’d work something out.

I’d forgotten how much Auntie looks like mother. She smells good too. We spent the afternoon talking about the times we’d seen each other before, and about mother. Auntie even asked me if I had any girlfriends, to which I had to reply no. I wasn’t the biggest or most handsome boy in class, in fact I’m rather small and skinny. Auntie assured me that as soon as I grew up the boys would be beating down the door to get at me.

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“Billy, come here for a sec, OK? I need you.” My mother called. Mother was a photographer. She had called me from her studio, and I assumed she needed me to take out the trash or something.

I was only 13, and was still waiting for the muscles and facial hair that would make me a success with the girls at school. Doing manly chores around the house made me feel better, and mother liked it when I was happy, so she kept me pretty busy.

When I entered the studio I saw a model spread out naked on the big brass bed mother kept for her “adult” photo shoots. She was a gorgeous blonde, with great big tits that gravity flattened out on her chest. Her pubic hair was completely shaved. When she saw me staring at her from the doorway, she reached down and spread her pussy lips, exposing the bright pink flesh. I cleared my throat.

“Oh, there you are Philip. Mona, this is my son Philip. You don’t have to worry about being naked around him, thank God. He’s been around the studio for years, and there ain’t nothing you’ve got that he hasn’t seen a thousand times already!” Mom noticed Mona spreading for me, and laughed.

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