I grew up in Weslaco Texas. My mother is Mexican and she says my dad is white. At least I got that from him, fair skin, but I was Mexican anyway, as far as the town was concerned. My mom worked as a janitor at a car dealers and the shop manager fucked her. When I was thirteen I had told her that I was a lesbian and I liked this one girl at school. She was white, and she was totally never going to ever speak to me. She probably didn't even know I existed. Any way I am telling you that because she decided that I understand that I wasn't a lesbian, it was just a phase. She started to fuck when I was around and left the door to her room open so that I could hear her and see her if I wanted.

She was waiting for her boyfriend and when he came to see her she lifted her dress and bent over the breakfast table and told him to give it to her until she cried. He took his cock out and started to fuck her and she kept telling him to give it to her hard, she wanted to feel it, that she wanted a man to fuck her. She spoke only Spanish with him, but I understood. After he finished fucking her she told me that a woman got fucked by man and that I was a woman and I was going to get fucked by a man whether I liked it or not. She was fed up with my shit and my moping around because of the girl I liked at school.

I left the apartment and went out and didn't come back until after midnight. They were waiting for me and she told me I was going to learn once and for all what a man was and she grabbed me and he helped pull my pants off, and he started fucking me in the kitchen and carried me to the bedroom and finished fucking me there. I got the message.

Two years later when I was fifteen I decided to run away and I talked this truck driver at the Burger King to take me with him. I stayed with the truck driver all the way to California and he left me there with his wife and his thirteen year old daughter. I ate her pussy and was thrown out. I hooked up with these two guys on motorcycles and ended up in northern California with one of the wives. I told her my story and she told me not to eat pussy and she put me in school. She told them I was her niece and that my mother had died.

I only ate pussy once during my stay with them, and had my pussy eaten by the girl. I guess I got it out of my system, because I didn't want to eat pussy after that.

I was nineteen and I met this Mexican man who worked at the community college and moved in with him and had three kids. Then I ate pussy again, this girl who worked at the dry cleaners flipped my head around and she liked girls and we got it on. We kept an affair going until she moved. All during the time I was messing around with her I was real careful to give him all the pussy he wanted. After she left I gave him twice as much pussy, I just had to have it.

Lots of times I look at girls, sometimes I really get hung up on one, but I know better now and I just give him all the pussy until I get over her. My kids are my life, I don't want them ever to know about the real me. The only thing they should know is that their mom is with their dad. I don't want to mess up my life. I know if I go and find another woman he will probably leave me. That doesn't mean I don't want it.