The Stepmother
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR
A stepmothers obsession with the Knife
` When I was eleven years of age I was fostered by Dora and Henry. The
orphanage where I lived was fine, but I was delighted to have the chance of a
new life in the countryside, Dora and Bill had a farm in Scotland. Both of
them were very kind to me and everything was fine for the first year, but then
Henry died suddenly. Things began to change after that. From the time I
arrived Dora had always insisted on bathing me, but I did not mind , I was
used to being looked after by females. As a matter of fact I quite liked it.
She would take me upstairs to the bathroom and undress me. Then she would put
me in the bath and soap me, always with her bare hands never with a cloth or
sponge. Much attention was paid to my penis and testicles. During the
procedure I would always get a erection. By the time she was finished my penis
would be standing stiff and erect. I never felt embarrassed, in fact I loved
it when she washed me between my legs. But I always felt strange afterwards,
as if something else should happen. I always wanted her to touch it again. I
did not know much about sex then, and I knew nothing about ejaculation. After
Henry died that all changed very rapidly. `

One night about a month afterwards, she took me to the bathroom. She had been
acting a little strange all day and was very quite. I could see her watching
me and had the feeling that she looking at my groin. The bathing that night
took a long time, by the time she was finished my penis was stiffer than it
had ever been. She seemed excited and agitated' Normally she would dress me
then but not this time. I was surprised when she took my hand and led me to
her own room. She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. I was
standing nude in front of her with my penis still stiff. She put her hands on
my hips and drew me towards her. " You are so pretty " she said quietly. One
hand left my hip and gently grasped my stiff penis. It felt so good, I neither
felt embarrassed or ashamed. When she slid her hand in and grasped my
testicles I spread my legs wider for her. I could feel her fingers caressing
my sac, seperating and pinching the stones. " So big and plump " she murmured,
"just like a little boar, like a little boar who has not been cut yet. I
hardly heard what she was saying, something was happening to me . Suddenly my
penis was in her mouth and white stuff was running down her lips. The next
thing I knew I was lying on the bed with my legs open. She was beside me with
one arm around my waist. Her other hand was playing with my testicles. She was
smiling. " You have such big stones for a boy your age" she said calmly. " You
are like a little boar between your legs, a little boar before I cut him with
the knife, before I castrate him. Do you know what castraton is?.  

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