the zipper...  

toothysmile 50M
12277 posts
9/26/2005 12:45 pm

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the zipper...

THE ZIPPER...

[step-mommy dearest...]

This little episode happened a long time ago. It was really unimportant and had by no means a lasting effect on me. But I 've kept it a secret and I think the time has come to bring it out in the open.

My 17th birthday was approaching. My father was in his third marriage by now, my mother on her second. I was living with my mother and my step-father and would visit my father on week-ends.

My step-mother and I were pretty close. We would spend a lot of time together. We 'd stay up and watch old movies on TV, go to the theater, art exhibitions, but mostly talk quite a bit. She had two sons from her previous marriage and would often relate to me the challenges of being a mother, a wife and a career woman at the same time. I looked up to her for her sophistication, her education and her sheer force of will. I would often tell her of my problems as well, and those who 've met me know that I don't open up easily.

It was a typical Saturday evening at my father's house. Having played my usual tennis game in the afternoon, I had come home, showered, shaved and was getting ready to go to a high school party with my friends. But as I was zipping my pants, I ripped the seam of my zipper. Since I was by now running late, I turned to my step-mother for help. I went to her dressing room and asked her if she could help me fix it.

"No problem", she said. "OK", I answered, "let me get off my trousers". I had barely finished my sentence, when she grabbed me by the hand and stopped me. "That won't be necessary", she said half sternly, half jokingly. She took a needle and some thread and told me to be still. I smiled awkwardly and said "Please be careful".

Her next action took me completely by surprise. She inserted her hand through my zipper and started feeling up my cock and balls, while holding my hand with the other hand so I wouldn't back away. All along she had a wicked grin on her face. I froze. A shock of terror overtook me, but I stood there still. My father was in the next room, reading his newspaper, both doors open- he could walk in any minute.

After giving me a thorough inspection (my length, my width, the size of my balls), she removed her hand and proceeded to sow back my zipper in a flash. The whole time I was in total silence, jaw dropped, eyes wide open. "There you go, you 're good and ready", she said as she gave me a playful pat on the butt to send me away. "Enjoy yourself at the party", she added.

I didn't. Although I danced the night away, strange thoughts were raging in my brain. I was confused. And scared. My great fear did not concern what had happened; rather I feared what might follow. Surely she couldn't repeat anything of the kind. But what if she did? What if she went even further?

As close as I felt to her, I had no sexual feelings for my step-mother. To the best of my knowledge neither had she. But even in that extreme case, I would never, NEVER sleep with my father's wife. It was a matter of principle. What was then this all about?

I made sure I got home really late so that everyone was asleep. I didn't want to run into anyone; anyone at all. I crept into bed. I came to a decision. I would just put it out of my mind, pretend it never happened. If anything were to occur again, I would deal with it then. I never had to.

The next morning at the breakfast table everything was back to normal. The usual joking around, my father actually asking me if I got lucky, since I came home so late... My stepmother acted as if nothing had ever happened, completely normal in her behavior, which in truth I found a little scary. The hot spring sun that was shining outside eventually cleared away all the clouds.

I never fully understood what went on that day. My best guess is that through some perverse sense of curiosity my step-mother wanted to 'check me out', perhaps to see how I measured compared to my father. It would fit her personality to do something like that. Then again I could never be sure.

HAS ANYTHING SIMILAR EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?
DO YOU HAVE A DIFFERENT READING OF THIS?

Please comment and let me know.


rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
9/26/2005 7:17 pm

oh toothy you were only a seventeen year old kid. I am sorry that had to happen to you. My dad's friends hit on me from the age of 12 and up, if that counts. *shudder*


tillerbabe 55F

9/26/2005 7:29 pm

I don't even "know" what to say.......
If you didn't "enjoy" it baby... and you didn't "have a choice" - this was wrong......Sorry you had to endure this with all the confusion connected to it. Thank you for sharing with us. Can I hug you now? Kiss it and make it better????

Do you happen to have a "broken zipper"?.....so I can "exchange" this memory with something better????? {=}


toothysmile 50M
16515 posts
9/26/2005 7:52 pm

Thanks Saintie, your presence here gives me such pleasure...


toothysmile 50M
16515 posts
9/26/2005 7:57 pm

tiller...[big grin on my face]
No I didn't enjoy it...
the answers to your first two questions are: yes; and yes, please!

I 'm afraid I don't have a broken zipper right now; but I can break one?

kisses....


goddessofbitches 41M/33F

9/27/2005 8:30 am

Once, when I was only a little kid, my uncle forced me to do some things in front of him and his friend. It was an aweful experience. So I know they feeling.

You know, I know this isn't going to help the situation much..and I'm not defending her...but...

Maybe she felt as though you were close enough that she thought she COULD touch you that way and it wouldn't be a big deal. Kinda like how a friend might give you a tap on the ass or something. Maybe she really seriously thought that you were that close, that she could pull something...that is the reason she did it. I mean...she could've been doing it to be funny..and measure just what was there to sew the zipper back on.
I know that you would be like...she shouldn't have done it to begin with...which is true. But there are people out there that make bad choices and don't realize it was a bad one until it's too late.

HUGS~~~MANDY

Always The Bitch


toothysmile 50M
16515 posts
9/27/2005 9:58 am

Thanks Mandy.

No need to defend anyone, since no one is accusing anyone. It really wasn't a big deal since it stayed at that. My agony was that if it persisted, it would have caused a major family crisis; and I would be stuck in the middle of it, without ever meaning to. Once the whole thing was forgotten, everything went back to the way it was before.

And I did say it wasn't something important, just a secret I 've been carrying around for a while.

What 's fascinating though, is that just about all of us have similar stories. So come on, speak up, I 'm here and I 'm listening...


okyme 52F

9/27/2005 3:46 pm

WOW toothy I don`t know what to say, I was thinking maybe she wanted to know where you were so she didnt stick you with the needle, but I guess that would not be it huh. Things happen to alot of us when we were little but some of us can keep it blocked out.And when it comes to the surface, we just push it back until were ready to deal with it....The sad thing is its usually by people we trust that hurts us the most. but cheers to you for sharing a bad experience with us.


toothysmile 50M
16515 posts
9/27/2005 8:00 pm

thanks, okyme, you 're always so kind to me and i really appreciate it.
will be in touch with you soon!


duststormdiva 51F
6854 posts
10/1/2005 1:59 am

I have an 18 year old son and all his friends are the same age. He does have younger friends, and I could never EVER imagine doing something like that to any of them. He even has a 22 year old friend that I would not touch EVER.

She was completely out of line. I am glad that she didn't pursue it. The wicked grin on her face . . . I feel she was NOT sizing you up to fix the zipper, she was sizing you up. I am sickened that someone you trusted could do that to you. I don't understand it any better than you do. She was your fathers wife for fucks sake.

Has anything similar happened to me? I think so, but can't be sure. All I know is I don't remember most of my childhood. When I went through my divorce I talked to my counselor about my suspicions and she said that most people who suspect it are right. I suppose one day I'll know for sure. My counselor told me that when my body is ready to remember it will. I figure I was very young when it happened. I did have a nightmare about it when I was pregnant with my son.

DustStormDiva


toothysmile 50M
16515 posts
10/2/2005 6:13 pm

Dusty,
you always have such kind things to say to me.
You are in my heart and will remain there.
Thank you.

I am sad to hear about your childhood. I hope you do regain its memories, painless as they may be. Facing the truth is always a necessary step for growth.


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