I grew up in a small town in Northern Ontario, Canada, away from the hustle and bustle of the larger cities like Toronto, which is in southern Ontario. My parents lived in the outskirts of the town in a very modest house by modern standards. We had a garden and raised chickens, pigs, ducks (no geese) and a few head of cattle. My dad worked in town at the one and only factory, which produced some kind of wood products. I attended the one and only school in town, finally graduating from Grade 12 and going off to university to get a good education. Life was simple growing up here and my brother and sisters and I have no regrets being brought up in a small town.

As I reached puberty, I discovered that I had a strong sex drive and I soon discovered that masturbation helped to provide some sexual satisfaction. However, I always wanted more satisfaction and none of the girls in school would let me go vary far sexually. I also came to realize that Mom had much to offer sexually, although she had no idea that I had such "evil" thoughts in my mind. One day, when I heard dad and Mom have sex - I could even see them doing it in their bedroom as our house was small - I decided to "do things" with Mom if the opportunity ever came. Well, it did, because they used to brew their own beer and make their own wine (it didn't taste good) and occasionally they would get a bit drunk. They even set up a small still and distilled some hard liquor. Mom had a taste for it, more than Dad, and when Dad was at work in the mill, she would indulge herself and get drunk. This was how I learned about the female anatomy, by "fooling around" with her when she was drunk and when she had more-or-less passed out. But it wasn't until I was 14 or 15 that went beyond touching. I got bside her in bed and fiddled around trying to push my penis into her. After much trying, I finally entered her from behind and, well, had sex with her. All I can remember now after so many years is that it was the first time and that my heart was beating out of my chest, I was so nervous. I was extremely careful not to let semen get onto the bed sheets, so she wouldn't suspect anything. By the time I was 18 and left home for university, I probably had "intercourse" (Mom's term for sex) with her a couple times per year. Many of the attempts were abandoned because she either woke up or I could not enter her properly.

Now, many years later, I visit my parents in the same town were I was brought up and wonder if she knows that I had intercourse with her all these times when I was a young teenager. I think it was fortuitous that she was an older woman because otherwise, unwittingly, I might have made her pregnant. In all honesty, I enjoyed having sex with her all these times and they made an indelible impression upon me. These days, sex with my wife is nice but sex with my Mom when I was young still resonates with me to this day.

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