Well I came of age in an unexpected way. My mother always talked about how my dad liked clams. Buy I had never seen him eat clams. Not withstanding she and her friends would talk about it, and she always said he liked to eat clams.

Well when I was 14 she said it again, in front of some friends of theirs, and her friend said 'lucky you' and she said to my dad 'don't you honey' and he said 'sure, nothing like a nice juicy clam'. They all talked and laughed and I was out in the cold like a stupid girl.

I confronted my mother later that night and asked her what she meant when she said my father ate clams. She said 'oh, sweetheart look at your pussy with a mirror, what do you see?' and she gave me her hand mirror. She told me take my pants off and take a good hard look at my pussy with the mirror. Well I was to dumb to get it, so she took the mirror from me and told me to bend over a little and hold my legs open and she put the mirror between my legs from behind. I got it.

Of course coming to terms with my mom telling me that he loved to ear her pussy was a different matter, but she swore he loved pussy.