I'm married to a man 25 years my senior, and we've been married 13 years. We have three children, two sons 13 and 10, and a daughter 8.

My Frank and I met when I was 8 and I was 33. My mother was drunk and screaming at me and had chased me out of the house again. Frank found me crying behind his house and he took me in and comforted me. He made me feel pretty despite being fat (not real fat) and with thick glasses. This happened a couple of times a week or more for over a month.

Mother got an entirely different impression, though. She needed some money so she dressed me up in a bikini top and a short skirt and stockings and painted up my face with whore-type makeup. She told me all about the sex acts I could be expected to perform. She took me to Frank's place and said that for a thousand dollars he could keep me for a month. He tried to tell her she had "the wrong end of the stick", even as she was showing off my panties and tits. She even made me tell him "Please fuck me". Finally, when she was about to leave, he offered eight hundred. They negotiated and I finally cost nine-hundred twenty dollars. When they got back from the ATM Mom had a suitcase and told me to be "a good little whore".

I cried a bit, but Frank was very comforting. When I stopped crying I asked if he was going to "do me". He was silent for a minute then asked if I wanted to. It occurred to me that he might want to keep me around if I did, so I said that I'd like to try it. I lost my virginity that night and had a very happy next month, as Frank took me out and bought me clothes and treated me like a princess, along with making love to me and making me feel special. I ended up staying four months, as Mom was sent up for ninety days for Disturbing the Peace and Creating a Public Nuisance, along with possession of drugs.

After Mom came home, I continued to split my time between Frank's house and my legal home, but only because Mom wanted be there so she could collect welfare checks. She occasionally blackmailed more money out of Frank, which she blew on drugs. Twice she tried to "turn me out" and Frank threatened to kill her if she ever did that to "his girl".

When I was 11, Mom finally got sent up for prostitution and possession of drugs with intent to sell, and Children's Services took me away. I sent letters to Frank, which got Frank slapped with a restraining order because someone thought the "best thing" was for the foster kids to be totally cut off from everyone they had ever known before the entered The System.

So I went through years of hell, being blamed and accused because my mother was a criminal. More than once someone tried something with me, but I didn't let anyone do anything. When I heard of child-molesting cases, I wondered how many of those were romances like mine. When I was 16 I told a counselor who tried to convince me that I had been molested and raped, but I really didn't believe her. I still don't trust psychiatrists or any other mind-fuckers.

I managed to get a couple of college scholarships, but they didn't last through the second year. I turned tricks to make enough money to eat. I felt worthless and like a complete failure. For some reason, I got in my car and drove for almost a hundred miles until I was back in my old neighborhood.

Frank was still there, and we met for the first time in 8 years. He took me into his home and I cried and told hi how miserable I was. And he told me that he was still in love with me. I resumed being his lover almost immediately.

We married just after my 20th birthday, and our first son was born four months later. We did that on purpose because it amused us for my baby-belly to be visible under my wedding dress.

Mother contacted us a year after we married and said she had served her time and gone straight and found Jesus and asked for a loan. When we said we weren't going to give her any money, she threatened to tell all about me and "the pervert", and I pointed out I had recorded the conversation. She didn't believe me, and the recording went to the DA's office and Mother ended up im prison again for blackmail and slander this time. Her protests that she had been whoring me at age 8 did not make her look good. She had to drop that when the DA told her that if she kept that up she would have sex trafficking charges added to the blackmail. So she went up again and we haven't heard from her since.

We're happy and our children are healthy. No one suspects that we've been lovers for 25 years. Our daughter has talked her brothers into playing sex games, but I turn a blind eye as long as she's the one initiating it. Actually, both Frank and I find it pretty hot.

I'm a mother and wife and housewife and perfectly happy to be that way. I've done part-time work as a cashier to help make ends meet. I've been offered money to turn tricks but I'm faithful to My Frank. The only men I would consider having besides My Frank are by boys. I've already told my sons that they could have me if they wanted me, but they haven't taken me up on it yet except when one or the other gets the urge to play with my tits.

I don't know how common a story like mine is, and I'm pretty sure I'll get vulgar insults for admitting to it, but to heck with it. I'm pretty happy with my life right now.