Yes, well I grew up in England, in a small village where my family lived. My father was a lot older than my mum, almost 30 years older, she was a French girl and he had brought her over to keep house for him, but him being male and she being female, I came along.


I showered with my dad almost every day, it was our way of saving water. I was fully developed, no doubts as to what I was, and I was still showering with my dad who was in his early 60s. In those days, we lived in a very small house with only two bedrooms and one bath, I was already in my mid teens, and I would hear my mother helping him get ready, she had a routine for him, which involved an early session of oral sex, she talked about his penis, how much she liked it, and how she liked it when he got hard for her. She would sometimes speak French, which meant that she was a bit frustrated with him, but eventually she always managed to get him ready for the occasion. Her preference by far was for him to get up to her from behind, my dad was not a small man, and she would coach him on, counting the strokes, if he lasted more strokes she would always praise him.

I had pretty much gone through puberty and had fully developed when my mother decided to have another sort of talk with me. We were fixing dinner, which meant that we were both in the small kitchen, preparing, cutting, cooking, while my father was in the living area watching the television. She asked me if any boy had tried me yet, if I had already had intercourse (I was 16), to which I answered no. She then asked, why not? What was the matter? A girl needed to have fun and these years were going to go by so fast, and who knew if I was going to be as lucky as her, having a man like my father who enjoyed loving her.

She knew that anything and everything that went on in their bedroom was common knowledge to me, and she didn't pretend. She told me why it was important to know how to make a man feel good. But this required experience, and experience had to come from, well real experience. In her case, when she was a young girl, she had been the lover of the policeman in her town and he was a man of the world and he had taught her well. But who was going to teach me? She suggested that I could become friends with the professor who lived a few houses down, he had lived in Italy and he was a widower and young girlfriend would certainly make his days better, and I was sure to learn from him.

I never did hook up with the professor, but I did find a boyfriend, and I am not sure that he taught me or I taught him, but once we got together he spent a lot of time with his penis in me.