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Dad, Pa, or mostly John.

At the time of this story John is 46. Happily married to Jane, 43. Stands 6 foot 4. Weighs 220 pounds. Brown hair. Very light blue eyes. Scruffy beard. Very muscular. Successful entrepreneur with a hefty income. Works hard but from home mostly, on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays he is home but Thursday to Friday he has meetings. Very loyal to his wife and always there for his kids. Decided to live off the beaten path as he had when he was a kid.

John grew up in trees (not literally). He was raised by his mom and dad with 2 siblings, Mike and Gail. They lived deep in the woods in West Virginia which is where John had obtained his love and passion for hunting, fishing, and basically anything adventurous. His dad taught him the ins and outs of becoming the man that he has become. He taught John how to string a pole and catch the trophy fish, taught him how to aim, breathe, and fire a rifle and how to skin a buck or a bear or whatever they had shot that day. His dad made him become a manly man. One who doesn't take shit from others but one who does not forget what he came from and one that treats everyone with the utmost respect. Johns pa always told him no matter what, where, or who, always be a gentleman treat a lady right and put family above everything and anyone. His dad promised if he lives his life that way he will be the richest and happiest man alive.

Johns dad certainly was the reason he became a such the loving gentleman he is but it was his mother who taught him to study and learn, cook, clean, be sociable and most importantly the emotional side of life. His mom, or ma, always was there for him no matter the problem. John was her secretly favorite kid. Always let him get away with almost everything (although John rarely made bad decisions). She taught him how to treat a lady in public and certainly in private but we'll get to that. She made sure that, because of their kids unfortunate lousy school system they had no choice but to put them through, that the kids would have homework outside of school and study material not required by school so that they were not robbed of an important education. That certainly worked with John as he grew to be a very sophisticated and intelligent man. John never was labeled nor thought of as a mommas boy or daddys boy but he secretly knew he was more of a momma's boy.

Johns brother, Mike, was a year younger and like John was athletic, kind, family oriented, and of course muscular. John and Mike always got along and would often play together outside or inside dependent on the weather. He always made sure mike was ok or not being mistreated by anyone and always gave advice about woman as much as he could. And by advice, basically anything he had managed to read from their dads porn stash. Although his brother and him were good looking strong mature and well endowed boys and even though the girls that wanted them were not in short supply, they both had very little insight on how to please a girl or how to even get the girl to the point that pleasure was the objective.

Johns sister was always gorgeous and looked scarily similar to their mother. She had their mom's eyes, lips, height, frame, hair color, etc. except for her ass and breasts. Surprisingly her breasts grew to be larger than their mothers which wouldn't be to big of a surprise had it not be for the fact their mothers were a C cup and about 34 or 36 measurement. His sister looked up to him even though she was 2 years older. She loved both her brothers very much so but she would go to John more. As you can assume from all this John was all but the family favorite and he kind of knew it. John would often hang out with his sister in his room talking or listening to records or making plans.

When John was still in grade school he noticed that his penis seemed fairly large as he has seen some of his friends naked while in the teams showers they would take after practice. He knew that he could not compare accurately being that his teammates and friends were always limp, although every so often he would catch a glimpse of a friend/teammates penis look almost as if they were half hard which always made John wonder about them. John became a very sex crazed kid after puberty kicked in and he always figured his family knew from the start as his showers turned into hour long affairs, he started spending more alone time in his room, and time to time forgot to hide his socks.

Eventually John got to the point of all time sexual frustration. All he dreamed of was to at least get to feel his dick inside of a woman's mouth but ultimately prayed for intercourse as he has seen in the dirty mags that he used. John's outrageous level of frustration led him to the event that changed his life. He obviously wanted to personally perform all positions and acts of play he would blow his load to but he was also very worried about STD's since his health teacher pounded false information into the kid's head. The frustration made him want to fuck one of the very many girls that liked him already but his fear of STD's pushed him to talk to his mom about his dilemma first.

He was very close indeed with his mom but this was something else. He built up the confidence after months of convincing himself to do it and finally approached her at night while she was about to go to bed and his father was just getting a shower which he knew would take at least an hour since his dad has the same sex drive and passion for self pleasure (John assumed). He knocked twice and walked in to see his mom just laying in bed with a glass of wine and a half empty bottle beside her. She had a book in her other hand wearing a pair of reading glasses and in a pink robe that wasn't revealing but how she was sitting the bottom of the robe rid up about half thigh showing John just how toned her legs were.

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