Raised by aunty C
Becuz of a messy divorce my mom sent me, 11yo male, to live with aunty Carol. She is well educated, sophisticated and leads a book club at her home.
Aunt C. said it's ok for boys to not wear clothing at home. Over the months and years, she taught me about the human body and reproduction function. The importance of treating women with respect and admiration was stressed. We never did illegal things but it was so educational and arousing growing up with her.
At 18yo I joined the military and moved out. I'm forever grateful and admire aunty C.
My parents would send me to my aunt pat's house when they went on vacation. She made me wash her ** and pantyhose by hand, in a sink, with woolite. She caught me smelling them before washing them....she knew. She knew. I heard funny buzzing noises at night.
Nice, every young boys dream. I stayed with my aunt in summer. S. Carolina was always hot and she sprayed me with the garden hose. I wore tighty whiteys back then. Lol.