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What part of toledo are you from?

South End near Maumee and Springfield.

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i remember, like it yesterday, the first time my Mother took me to Her salon. i wasn't nervous at all but i was only 10 and my Mother had discarded my boy clothes almost a month before. There were always little sniffles and giggles but mostly the women just gossiped the morning away. What happened after we were done and left, i don't know. Maybe they talked and laughed but never would they dare in front of my Mother.

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i don't know how many times i found my Sister passed out and had to get Her to bed. Most of the time she would be wrapped around the toilet, right off the backdoor. But i had found Her, drunk and/or passed out, on the porch, the steps, the yard, the picnic table, the garden and the bushes. i'd drag Her into the kitchen and, on the floor, i'd clean Her up. i'd take Her clothes and throw them down the laundry shoot and put Her shoes by the backdoor. i'd clean the bathroom and, the towels down the shoot and then picking Her up. Only once did i have to carry Her. She walked with a lot of help. At the top of the steps my dad just stared and smiled. we had to look funny; Her naked and out of it and me in my panties and teeny, tiny night shirt. we just walked past my dad and into Her room where i tried to balance Her and pull down Her bed spread. i layed Her gently on the bed but took way to long to cover Her. And, i may have accidentally touched some parts of Her that my Mother would have blistered me for, accidentally or not. my Mother always said; "mattie, you were made to keep your beautiful, kind, athletic brother out of trouble. No reason for him to mess up his life and goals over a slut. you, can keep him happy and at home. Never, ever tell him, no"!!! And i still don't. But i'm off track, She looked beautiful lying there. i always covered Her up and had to walk passed dad with my panties tented. Nothing was ever said to Her or about those nights. She probably thought She made it bed.

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my Mother had an open door policy for my Sister and me. She knew what it did to me and i truly believe that She loved showing off in the bedroom and bathroom. That and forbidding my father to see Her in any state of undress. i think that is why he was so brutal with me when he first took me. i hated him raping me but i did love to suck him off. my brother was different. He was kind and gentle, most times, except when he let his nasty friends use me.

“Sweety, this is the 4th time this week you’ve walked into mummies bedroom while she’s been changing.

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Fulltime at 10.

I started with 13

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Dm me sissy

Good morning and thank you very much for acknowledging me.

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i did this for many, many years.

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i slept outside more than i care to remember. On good nights i got to sleep on the patio. Bad nights i slept in the kennels. The kennels housed Her 4 dogs; 2 male shepards, 1 male irish setter and one female golden lab. There were 2 kennels. Both had big outdoor spaces enclosed by 8 foot fencing and smaller enclosures inside the garage. Dog doors connected the inside and out. The female had her own enclosure. During the day the dogs had run of the yard that was encircled by invisible fencing. i hated my kennel time. It was always a fight for food and a place to sleep. i slept so often outdoors because the males had their own sleeping spaces and wouldn't make room or one or two would start to get frisky and i would go out trying to get away. The dogs never respected me. i would be crying so bad every morning when my Daughter would come out to feed us and open the kennels. She would usually bring me a piece of cheese or a cookie. She really did (does) love me.

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my Sister did this to me for 3 months before my Mother caught me. i was 10 years old and She was 12. She caught me in Her panties and training bra. She would spend hours dressing me and doing makeup. One afternoon She took me into my Mother's room and dressed me in Her clothes. Her panties smelled so different but intoxicating. i was in Her closet rummaging through Her dirty clothes when my Mother walked in. i just started crying as my Mother sat on Her bed and looked me in Her dress. The clothes just hung on me. Her dress was way to large for a 10 year old boy and Her bra was huge. The panties actually fit. They were granny panties and the waist and legs fit snug but gave to much room to even hide a 10 year old boner. my Mother had my Sister get Her clothes. i changed, still sniffling, into my Sister's bra and panties and a sundress. my Mother closed Her bedroom door and the 3 of us talked for hours. That day started the rest of my life.

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Since age 10. That is when my Mother started dressing me. i gave my first blow job at 10 to my brother and got fucked for the first time at 11 by my dad.

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i remember those days and nights well.

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Toledo

Like and Reblog if your from Toledo, Ohio. Or super close!!!

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my brother and his friends did this when we played hide and seek. We used our block and would play all day and into the night. i remember one afternoon while playing i was hiding between 2 garages with bushes blocking from the front and pine trees in the back. my brothers best friend jumped, out of breath, through the pines right next to me. He motioned for me to be quiet as he looked through the pines. After a minute he looked back and had pulled his beautiful cock out. He told me to strip. i was 11 and he was 14 and he always liked me in my bra and panties no matter what i was doing. He shoved his cock in my mouth and went to town. He was short but God was he thick and he could shoot. He shot after about 5 minutes and i swallowed it all down. When done i turned to grab my discarded shorts and t-shirt when i started to feel wet. He was pissing on my back and head. i jumped to get away and he just laughed and finished all over my clothes still in a pile. When he finished he zipped up and jumped out through the pines. i just dressed but even being outside all i could smell was his piss. Before i finished dressing the church bells were ringing which meant 6:00 and dinner. The church bells and street lights were our clocks back then. i walked in the kitchen, my hair still wet and my clothes soaked. Everyone was already seated for dinner when i apologized and said i needed to clean up. my Mother said to wash my hands and sit. She stopped me when i tried to pass and lowered Her head to smell my hair. All She said was i could change after dinner. i sat between my Sister and my dad when my Sister said i stunk like i pissed myself. When i said i didn't everyone got quiet for a minute and my Mother gave Her a look to shut up. Dinner went fast but nobody left until my dad and Mother finished. When done, my Mother asked if we were still playing out and all of us said yes. We cleared the table and did the dishes. It was my week to clear the table, my Sister washed and my brother dried. my Mother came up and said if i was going back out and i said yes. She said to keep on the same clothes and i could take a bath and change when i came in. Nobody mentioned my smell as we picked sides again. We had 9 or 10 kids on each side and this was our time to search. God, i miss those days!!!