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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 39
I was 17 and it was the summer before my senior year, and I was home alone and the boy (guy really) from across the street was home from college and he started talking to me in the driveway and it was hot and I invited him in for something to drink, and he said I had a cute ass and grabbed my boob and I was on the floor of the game room and he was digging his face into my pussy when my mother walked in.
After she was convinced that he hadn't screwed me she threw him out and threatened to call the police because I was underage. I was grounded, my car keys were taken away, I was threatened with having to the Minister to talk to him, but I never went, because my Grandmother got involved and she asked me if I liked it.
She spoke up that having your pussy eaten was one of the primary pleasures of being a woman, and for a young woman it was about the best thing that she could do for herself. And that if she found a boy that she liked who would eat her out then she should give her pussy up to him. She went on to tell my mother that she had always been a prude and part of the reason that my father had left her was because she didn't know how to please a man.
I was put on birth control, my mother had to accept that I received attention from the boy next door, and I became a nuisance girlfriend. Of course we had sex, glorious sex, we fucked all summer long. My Grandmother was quite a talker about her youthful days and would comment on the various positions she had tried over the years, being quite emphatic that a good doggie fucking made the blood run hot.
My mother was not of like mind and she saw me as something of a whore and used me as an example of what not to do with my younger sister. But the door had been opened and never to be shut again, and I went to college and lived with my now boyfriend.
I have two teenager daughters now, and they are seventeen and I look at them and struggle between my mother's feelings about me and my Grandmother's feelings at the time. I want them to have a healthy and joyous sex life, so I have them on birth control, I don't give them permission, but I try not to preach. Unlike my mother I tell them how good it feels for their father to have his way with me. It helps make a healthy marriage, I agree with my Grandmother. My husband does not complain.
After she was convinced that he hadn't screwed me she threw him out and threatened to call the police because I was underage. I was grounded, my car keys were taken away, I was threatened with having to the Minister to talk to him, but I never went, because my Grandmother got involved and she asked me if I liked it.
She spoke up that having your pussy eaten was one of the primary pleasures of being a woman, and for a young woman it was about the best thing that she could do for herself. And that if she found a boy that she liked who would eat her out then she should give her pussy up to him. She went on to tell my mother that she had always been a prude and part of the reason that my father had left her was because she didn't know how to please a man.
I was put on birth control, my mother had to accept that I received attention from the boy next door, and I became a nuisance girlfriend. Of course we had sex, glorious sex, we fucked all summer long. My Grandmother was quite a talker about her youthful days and would comment on the various positions she had tried over the years, being quite emphatic that a good doggie fucking made the blood run hot.
My mother was not of like mind and she saw me as something of a whore and used me as an example of what not to do with my younger sister. But the door had been opened and never to be shut again, and I went to college and lived with my now boyfriend.
I have two teenager daughters now, and they are seventeen and I look at them and struggle between my mother's feelings about me and my Grandmother's feelings at the time. I want them to have a healthy and joyous sex life, so I have them on birth control, I don't give them permission, but I try not to preach. Unlike my mother I tell them how good it feels for their father to have his way with me. It helps make a healthy marriage, I agree with my Grandmother. My husband does not complain.
