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My Family
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Straight Female / 37
In 1994 my mom, who worked as a flight attendant, was offered a stay at a condo on the beach. So she and I took off for the beach and got settled in. Next door was a man, in his early 50s, and he started to make passes at my mom. My mom was 38 then. He was a likeable guy and pushed his way into my mom's space and he ended up sleeping with her. This was the first time my mom slept with a man after she got divorced.
On the third day, we were eating pizza and everyone was drinking wine and there was a lot of kidding and it came out that I had not had sex. Sort of kidding he offered to unburden me, all I had to do was tell him I was ready and he would do me the favor. Well we got drunk and one thing led to another and the next thing I know I was getting screwed by him, with my mother telling me to just let go and enjoy it.
When he was done, she told me how take care of him afterwards, to show him how much I had enjoyed it. This involved cleaning him with a towel and sucking him. It was also the first time I sucked a man. The rest of the week, he slept with both of us, my mother told me to just enjoy my body, that he was very experienced and I would learn a lot and to give myself and enjoy the sex.
When we got back to Miami, we just agreed it was a great vacation and I should see it as a life experience. Well it was a life experience because I got pregnant. We agreed to take a couple of weeks to think about it, and if I wanted to I could get an abortion, it was up to me.
During those two weeks, he called and spoke to my mom and she blurted out that I was pregnant. The next day he was in Miami and after a lot of discussions, mostly between him and my mother, it was decided that I would definitely have the baby and my mother would help me raise it and he would support the baby, whatever it was boy or girl.
After the baby was born, a boy, he asked us to move to Chicago where he was working, so he could look after us. My mom transferred her work and we moved to Chicago to live with him. She slept with him, not me. Well after a while, they agreed that my mom should have a baby because she was already taking care of my son, and that way he might get a girl. But my mom had a son, so two years later, my mom had a daughter.
During all this time, he has his time with me, sometimes he is with me for several months, and then it cools off, but never to zero. Not them and not now. He still wants attention, and we give him the attention he needs.
I went to college in town and after college I went to work. My mom stayed home and raised the three kids. I was just that daughter that never left home. Right now my son is in college and so is my half brother and my half sister is finishing high school. To everyone my son is my mom's son, all three of them have the same last name. My son knows I am his mom, but he treats me like a big sister and my mom as his mother.
On the third day, we were eating pizza and everyone was drinking wine and there was a lot of kidding and it came out that I had not had sex. Sort of kidding he offered to unburden me, all I had to do was tell him I was ready and he would do me the favor. Well we got drunk and one thing led to another and the next thing I know I was getting screwed by him, with my mother telling me to just let go and enjoy it.
When he was done, she told me how take care of him afterwards, to show him how much I had enjoyed it. This involved cleaning him with a towel and sucking him. It was also the first time I sucked a man. The rest of the week, he slept with both of us, my mother told me to just enjoy my body, that he was very experienced and I would learn a lot and to give myself and enjoy the sex.
When we got back to Miami, we just agreed it was a great vacation and I should see it as a life experience. Well it was a life experience because I got pregnant. We agreed to take a couple of weeks to think about it, and if I wanted to I could get an abortion, it was up to me.
During those two weeks, he called and spoke to my mom and she blurted out that I was pregnant. The next day he was in Miami and after a lot of discussions, mostly between him and my mother, it was decided that I would definitely have the baby and my mother would help me raise it and he would support the baby, whatever it was boy or girl.
After the baby was born, a boy, he asked us to move to Chicago where he was working, so he could look after us. My mom transferred her work and we moved to Chicago to live with him. She slept with him, not me. Well after a while, they agreed that my mom should have a baby because she was already taking care of my son, and that way he might get a girl. But my mom had a son, so two years later, my mom had a daughter.
During all this time, he has his time with me, sometimes he is with me for several months, and then it cools off, but never to zero. Not them and not now. He still wants attention, and we give him the attention he needs.
I went to college in town and after college I went to work. My mom stayed home and raised the three kids. I was just that daughter that never left home. Right now my son is in college and so is my half brother and my half sister is finishing high school. To everyone my son is my mom's son, all three of them have the same last name. My son knows I am his mom, but he treats me like a big sister and my mom as his mother.
