2007-08-09
From: Derek
Comments: I grew up playing this game. its one of the best!!!!
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PitPot
2011-07-08
From: Derek
Comments: My older brother John used to call this Shitty Dig-Dug and even wrote that on the cartridge with a Sharpie. I kind of see it (the shitty part, mostly), but this game has always been distinctively shitty in my estimation.
Rating: n/a
Krustys Fun House
2011-07-06
From: Derek
Comments: Well, my own mom was never quite that, let's say "cool", but she did get pretty nonchalant herself when it came to boys and their burgeoning manly urges. Having two older brothers helped; by the time I came along (pun intended) she was so accustomed to the subject that any incriminating evidence of masturbation just wasn't that incriminating anymore. She'd change my sheets, stains and all, once a week without batting an eye. "That shit gets everywhere, doesn't it", she'd say. She always referred to cum as "shit" for some reason. It didn't seem to have a negative connotation behind it, it's just what she said. Anyway, she worked from home so she was always around after school or during the summer so there was little free time for a growing boy to whip it in peace, at least during the day. In defiance of this, or in defiance of basic decorum, my oldest brother John decided one day just to start pulling it in the living room like it was no big deal. I guess he figured that, if it was a big deal, mom would tell him so in no uncertain terms, and if it really wasn't a big deal he'd be able to jerk off any time he wanted. Well, mom was in and out of every room in the house throughout the day, flitting here and there as she worked so he was sure to get caught at some point. As he later told it, though, mom did, indeed, catch him in the act, stopping for just a second and mustering a rather quizzical, "oh, jeez" before continuing on her way with a chuckle. She was in and out of the room several more times before he "finished" having never said another word to him about it. For John, and for my other brother Mark and me, this was a sign that we could jerk it as much as we wanted, whenever we wanted. We also took as a signal of acceptance the box of tissues placed squarely in the middle of the living room coffee table. So while my brothers ushered in the new age of daytime masturbation with abandon, I was a bit more shy, as I was in most things. Several weeks had passed by when my mom actually asked me why I hadn't partaken in some of the afternoon delight (not her phrasing). I just said that I didn't really feel comfortable doing "it" in the open and with her around. She told me that it was fine to feel that way, but that it was perfectly okay if I really wanted to because it was perfectly natural, nothing to be ashamed of, and in no way made her uncomfortable if she happened to see it. My concern wasn't really HER comfort with the situation, but I was fifteen at the time and horny as hell so a couple days later, with my brothers at football practice and my mom seemingly busy in the kitchen, I decided to go for it. I whipped it out and started going like crazy and it wasn't even a minute before mom came in and saw me. She let out, "Oops, there you go" as I tried to cram my hardon back down into my jeans. "It's okay, it's okay" she said, with a, "don't mind me" as she darted back out of the room. It was kind of hard to concentrate on the matter at hand with her coming and going at any moment, but after a while I started feeling the feeling of an impending orgasm. A split second before I was going to grab some tissues from the table I heard, "get some Kleenex, Derek, I don't want your shit on the couch" from right behind me. I did, but my mom's voice scared away the orgasm for the time being and it took a couple minutes to get back to that point again. With impeccable timing yet again, my mother happened through just as the first spurts of cum shot into the clump of tissues. "Oops, thought you'd have been done by now" she said as she stopped by the couch as I sat helpless just feet away from her as remaining six or seven spurts of semen pulsed out into the tissue. "Had a lot saved up, didn't you?" she asked still just standing there, "here, I'll throw that away for you" she continued, pointing at the wad of tissues in my hand. I muttered an "uh, okay" and handed her the thoroughly soaked tissues. She started to go but then stopped and, grabbing another tissue from the box, said "wait, there's still some on your dick, here..." and held out the fresh tissue. Sure enough, there was still a pretty good glob on the head of my penis, but between having my mom watch me cum and hearing her refer to my dick as, well, a "dick" I just sat there until she said, "Here, I'm not doing it for you" and again offered the tissue. I took it and wiped the head of my "dick" and handed this last tissue to her. She took them into the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet before coming back to the couch and sitting down. For whatever reason, I was afraid that she thought I wanted her to touch me, that I was waiting for to do so, so I started to tell her, "I didn't want you to.." but she cut me off with, "I know, sweetie, I know. You're just shy. I shouldn't have stood there like that. I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you cleaned up. Guess you're tidier than your brothers" and with that she turned on the television and it was like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Happily, in the next few years it was like nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened quite a bit.
Rating: n/a
California Games
2011-07-06
From: Derek
Comments: I used to use my mom's panties for much the same purpose, surreptitiously at first, then with her full knowledge (and blessing, for the most part). I figured I was pretty smart about it, that my mom wouldn't find out. I'd take the panties from the laundry basket, piles of dirty clothes waiting to be washed, whatever, and then I'd do what I'd do with them, smell them, lick them, rub my dick on them, normal weird crap that teenage boys do with panties. My mistake was in how I finished with them: namely, that I "finished" with them. And by "with", I really mean "in" and "on". For the dense or for any girl that might accidentally visit this website, what I'm saying is that I would cum on my mom's panties and then, and only then, put them back where I found them. Victimless crime? I thought so. Perfect crime? Well, not if your mom is who actually does the frigging laundry. It probably took her all of five seconds to realize what was going on. Panties that have been in the hamper for a day or two probably should be wet and they sure as hell shouldn't smell like semen (and kids, moms know what semen looks and smells like, that's directly related to how they came to be moms). Anyway, she knew the "what" and could easily imagine (had she wanted) the "how", but, having three teenage sons, she didn't know the "who". Direct lady that she is, she decided to ask us, and by "us" I mean ME because she asked me first for whatever reason and I immediately and sheepishly fessed up. Before I started crying or something, she assured me that she didn't really mind that I did it as long as it was with her dirty panties and not clean ones. While I wasn't sure if she understood that clean panties wouldn't have any of the appeal of dirty panties or if she was afraid that I'd put panties that I had cum on back in her underwear drawer or if it was just some sort of laundry-related rule she had in her mind, I agreed that I would only use panties that were due to be washed. She then got up and left me to do whatever, basically giving me a green light with regard to masturbating with, on, and over her panties. I've always wondered why she was so blase about it. Was it something that, however disgusting she may find it, boys my age just did? Was it, perhaps, not all that disgusting to her? Could it have been somehow flattering to her? I think that that is what we like to think, we pervs. Perhaps she understood the deeper reasons for my fascination with her underwear. Perhaps she knew that dirty panties gave a young boy answers to the questions that no centerfold model or porn movie could: what does a woman smell like, taste like? Maybe her insisting that I use her dirty laundry was a tacit understanding of a teenage boy's need to experience somehow that thing that consumes his thoughts but is otherwise difficult or impossible to experience at that age. Regardless, I love my mom and I respect and appreciate her understanding of her pervert sons.
Rating: n/a
Carmen Sandiego
2011-07-05
From: Derek
Comments: Thinking about Miss Sandiego gets me rock hard. Just imagine that sweet, pungent Latina pussy! Can't wait to find her...hope she doesn't shave down there. I like a nice hairy beav. Sure, you'll have to pick hairs out of your teeth after you've been chowing on her tuna taco for hours on end, but it's worth it to have those little curlies tickling your nose while you slurp your load out of that sweet snatch.
Rating: n/a
Wonder Boy in Monster Land
2007-08-09
From: Derek
Comments: I grew up playing this game. its one of the best!!!!
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Bonanza Brothers
2004-03-23
From: Derek
Comments: Very cool game..very cool.
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Wonder Boy in Monster Land
2002-02-20
From: Derek
Comments: This game set the standard for all other games, and most don\'t even come close. I\'d take this game sover any of the 3-d crap there trying to sell today.
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