The Path of Corruption
This is the true story of how I gradually came to the state I am in now; it is most likely my complete sexual biography…
I'll start by saying I was born in 1980, and I inherited many genes responsible for my sexual development from my parents—from my father, a temperamental and passionate Armenian who had many women in his life (and perhaps men?), and from my mother, half-Russian, a very passionate and sexual woman who had many men in her life (and perhaps women?).
The first manifestations of my sexuality were in early childhood when, at 3 years old, I would fiddle with my pee-pee, pretending
to be asleep, I watched as next to my crib, my father fucked my mother in various positions and in different holes, until her loud moans turned into "pleas for mercy."My mother loved wearing super mini skirts, which was a great rarity in those years, and often she wore no panties under her skirt (as she confessed to a friend). When going out, she had to take me with her, but that didn't stop everyone from staring at her, groping her on public transport, and inviting us to their homes, where I was given peace to play while very familiar sounds came from the next room. My mother often visited dentists and gynecologists, and always, while I waited in the reception area, I would hear familiar sounds, and then my mother would come out all disheveled and exhausted. My father didn't like any of this; often in the evenings when we returned home, there would be a scandal, but at night the moans grew louder and louder.
Later, when I got a little brother (I wish I had a sister instead), I slowly began to enact my sexual fantasies and what I had seen with him in real life. When we were home alone, all our games ended with us undressing. I would take his pee-pee in my mouth, suck and lick it, let him lick my already sizable cock, and put his little member in my ass. Even back then, I enjoyed making my brother pee in my mouth (he didn't have sperm yet). We were caught "in the act" several times, but each time my mother turned a blind eye to our mischief, and my father never found out. The years passed like this; childhood games gave way to real desires, and my brother, alas, became a convinced heterosexual. I encountered the opposite sex in childhood too—like all of us, we often examined and touched each other's pee-pees in the yard (in secluded spots). A more or less serious contact happened in 6th grade when my classmate invited me to his house to play. The game gradually turned into undressing, after which we gave each other blowjobs; we didn't manage anal sex back then. That same classmate wanted to involve his younger sister in our "games," but he never succeeded.
I always had a great interest in women, but I had a special attraction to my mother. I would always try on her underwear and masturbate when I was home alone. During her periods, not a single pair of her used panties or tampons escaped my nose. Whenever convenient, I would peek at her in the bath, while she was changing, and at night. And she often asked me to rub her back while bathing, and I would massage her back for a long time, my gaze fixed on her breasts with their erect nipples, while a sizable bulge stood out in my pants, attracting her gaze.
Once, when I was already 15, I was home alone with my mother. She was embroidering something, and I was reading in the next room, but my thoughts, as always, were about sex, about my mother: I imagined her naked, imagined her big pussy in front of my nose, I could already smell the piquant scents of her secretions, I imagined licking all her juices and asking her to pee in my mouth. In an instant, my mind clouded, and I no longer realized what was happening to me. I stripped naked and silently crept into the room where my mother was embroidering. I stood behind her back and masturbated; I was no longer aware that she might turn around and it would all end badly. But my mother could see perfectly well what was happening behind her back—there was a mirror on the table in front of her, and everything was clearly visible. At one moment, everything hung in the air: my mother's hand movements stopped, her gaze through the mirror fixed on me, her breath caught, and mine, on the contrary, quickened. But… alas, that's where it ended. My nerves gave out, whether from her gaze or shame overwhelming me, but I ran to the next room… I often recall this incident, and I regret that I missed such a moment; everything could have happened differently. Had I stayed a second longer, perhaps I would have realized my dream, I would have slept with my mother, because I'm sure she wanted it too… After that, no convenient opportunity arose to try again…
I "made advances" not only towards my mother but also towards other relatives. For a long time, I had sexual relations with my cousin (until he was drafted into the army). When he stayed over at our house (or vice versa), we would sneak into each other's beds at night and caress, suck each other's cocks, and try to fuck (though it didn't work out yet). Often, when I had to look after my uncle's little girl, I would slip my hand into her tights and caress her pussy. She liked it so much that she started inserting pencils and markers into her pee-pee. When I played with my female cousins, I would always "accidentally" grope them, peek under their skirts or down the necklines of their tops and blouses.
My real sexual enlightenment began when I entered university and the vast world of the internet and debauchery opened up to me. I wanted to try everything I read and saw, and as opportunities arose, I brought it all to life. I became a convinced bisexual, and I am sure that in sex, it's impossible to get 100% pleasure and enjoyment by limiting oneself with any boundaries or taboos. I have tried many things and still have much to try. I really enjoy golden showers, fisting, rimming (and oral sex in general), I like switching roles in sex, but the most important thing for me is satisfying my partner.
I consider swing relationships in sex and life to be ideal. I dream of finding someone for whom happiness means surrendering to a loved one as well as fucking with everyone else, who sees in swing relationships not betrayal and jealousy, but joy and harmony in sex.
Why did I write about myself and post all this for public viewing? I want to find like-minded people who have experienced the same things as I have (at least in their thoughts), who share similar views on life and especially on sex. I would like to hear responses and find friends close to me!