Mum's family had this belief that if a boy tot's weenie was sucked this would engender masculine energies and comfort, all good stuff. So my earliest memories were of my weenie (it would not yet be called a righteous cock) in mum's warm mouth and it did feel like a loving embrace of sorts years before I had a clue about sex. My father was into his own shit and as far as I know, did not share the belief but was open enough to allow it. We were not a wealthy family but a teenage girl, Marnie, was brought in to help with the housework. She was pretty, as I recall in the earliest days and as I later learned, 16 years old.

Mum showed Marnie how to properly suck my weenie and Marnie gladly took over the chore. I recall her sucking being far stronger and longer lasting than Mum's. Mum explained to Marnie that when I began to show signs of puberty, she could stop the practice but when that happened, Marnie really turned on and sucked harder and faster until I reached my first ejaculation upon which I began to pay a lot of attention to Marnie's entire existence.

At one point, Marnie saw my fully grown, erect tool, and decided to mount me. She learned how to properly ride a man on top, and did it in many ways, from up and down, side to side, sliding front to back with me cock fully inside her and soon enough, she started bringing in condoms to keep herself from being impregnated by my flying seeds. Essentially, Marnie and I became sexual toys for each other and we fucked every free moment we could steal. She was fully grown, even graduated from school and we were still at it. She married once, we continued, then twice, and we kept on. She is now around 59 and we are still at it. We have had other partners but for some strange reason, sexually, we are where it is at for us. If she marries again or if I do, nothing there will change.