Straight Female / 27
The first time I remember my mother having sex with a man I was around four. He got off of her real fast, but he was naked and so was she. I didn't know what they were doing but I have a very clear memory of him getting off from between my mother's legs.
My mother had lots of boyfriends, and she had sex a lot. Mostly I could hear her because my room was right against hers and she would talk to the man and asked him if he liked it this way or that way, if he wanted tits or just ass, or if he wanted a blow job, she had a price for each, blow job and a fuck was so much, just a blow job was half the price. She only accepted cash.
I was eleven when she died of an overdose and I was sent to live with her sister. Her sister had five kids, she would have another one later, and I was sent to sleep with the girls in the girls' room. None of these girls had heard about sex and I got in trouble telling them about it. I had never done it, but I had seen it and heard about it, but I did have a penis rubbed across my face once. My aunt decided that I was going to be trouble and she made arrangements for me to go live with a cousin of hers who didn't have any kids.
Although this aunt was single and didn't have any kids, she was nice and she talked openly about sex. She was interested to know what I knew and she had this matter of fact way of talking about it. She had known about my mother, and she was sad that she had died. I went through puberty there.
I was in may late teens, I had developed and had a good sized rack and had good hips. My aunt would say to me that I was ready built to take a good ramming and spit out kids.
One day when I got back from my job there was a man visiting my aunt. He was a friend of hers, a big man with a bushy beard and a large belly. His hands were large, twice as big as mine. My aunt told me that he was there to see if he liked me because I needed to be set up with the right man, a man who could give me lots of kids and keep a reign on me. She wanted to get all this sorted out early because if I got out in public I was going to end up under some good for nothing who was just looking for a piece of ass.
She figured I would do good for him and he seemed to like me so she gave me to him for the night to see if I satisfied him. She told me not to worry, he was going to take me anyway, so not to hold back, to make sure that I was all woman and that I could take a good ramming (she never said fuck) and that I was ready to have kids.
He got his message across loud and clear. I knew all about sex but I knew nothing about sex. I found out about sex. I found out that he was going to get his piece and then some. He sealed the deal with my aunt and we went to see the preacher and I was married, less than 24 hours after meeting my husband.
As my aunt promised I would have kids, I was nothing but fertile, I got pregnant at the drop of a hat. My husband was nothing but an ordinary man who couldn't keep his hands to himself and couldn't keep his pecker in his pants. I remembered all those things my mother used to say to those men that came to see her, and my husband was all ears as I offered up a blow job and a fuck or just a blow job, or would put myself out and tell him to come and get some pussy. Although he was a man of the street, being told to bring his pecker over for a good suck, brought him to his knees.
I don't know if my mother ever enjoyed sex, maybe not, but deep inside I think she did, because when she told her boyfriends to come over to her so she could suck their dick and then they could get some pussy, I think she meant it. She just got paid for it. Something I do for free. Because I enjoy sex, I look forward to sex, I want that man to know that he can have sex anytime he wants. If nothing else, I learned from my mother was how to keep a man happy.
My mother had lots of boyfriends, and she had sex a lot. Mostly I could hear her because my room was right against hers and she would talk to the man and asked him if he liked it this way or that way, if he wanted tits or just ass, or if he wanted a blow job, she had a price for each, blow job and a fuck was so much, just a blow job was half the price. She only accepted cash.
I was eleven when she died of an overdose and I was sent to live with her sister. Her sister had five kids, she would have another one later, and I was sent to sleep with the girls in the girls' room. None of these girls had heard about sex and I got in trouble telling them about it. I had never done it, but I had seen it and heard about it, but I did have a penis rubbed across my face once. My aunt decided that I was going to be trouble and she made arrangements for me to go live with a cousin of hers who didn't have any kids.
Although this aunt was single and didn't have any kids, she was nice and she talked openly about sex. She was interested to know what I knew and she had this matter of fact way of talking about it. She had known about my mother, and she was sad that she had died. I went through puberty there.
I was in may late teens, I had developed and had a good sized rack and had good hips. My aunt would say to me that I was ready built to take a good ramming and spit out kids.
One day when I got back from my job there was a man visiting my aunt. He was a friend of hers, a big man with a bushy beard and a large belly. His hands were large, twice as big as mine. My aunt told me that he was there to see if he liked me because I needed to be set up with the right man, a man who could give me lots of kids and keep a reign on me. She wanted to get all this sorted out early because if I got out in public I was going to end up under some good for nothing who was just looking for a piece of ass.
She figured I would do good for him and he seemed to like me so she gave me to him for the night to see if I satisfied him. She told me not to worry, he was going to take me anyway, so not to hold back, to make sure that I was all woman and that I could take a good ramming (she never said fuck) and that I was ready to have kids.
He got his message across loud and clear. I knew all about sex but I knew nothing about sex. I found out about sex. I found out that he was going to get his piece and then some. He sealed the deal with my aunt and we went to see the preacher and I was married, less than 24 hours after meeting my husband.
As my aunt promised I would have kids, I was nothing but fertile, I got pregnant at the drop of a hat. My husband was nothing but an ordinary man who couldn't keep his hands to himself and couldn't keep his pecker in his pants. I remembered all those things my mother used to say to those men that came to see her, and my husband was all ears as I offered up a blow job and a fuck or just a blow job, or would put myself out and tell him to come and get some pussy. Although he was a man of the street, being told to bring his pecker over for a good suck, brought him to his knees.
I don't know if my mother ever enjoyed sex, maybe not, but deep inside I think she did, because when she told her boyfriends to come over to her so she could suck their dick and then they could get some pussy, I think she meant it. She just got paid for it. Something I do for free. Because I enjoy sex, I look forward to sex, I want that man to know that he can have sex anytime he wants. If nothing else, I learned from my mother was how to keep a man happy.
