I grew up fairly poor. We didn't own a car and lived in a rented house. My mother had a boyfriend from time to time but nothing that ever stuck. When I was 12 she had a boyfriend, he worked for the city and got her a job a clerk there. He hung around enough that one night he took her to the bedroom and I heard everything, sitting just outside watching television. She came out, she was embarrassed and told me to shut up, even though I had not said anything. She went into the bathroom and came out in a minute with a towel and went back into the bedroom.

That night, when he said goodnight to leave he put his arm around her and grabbed her behind and kissed her. My mother wasn't just embarrassed, she was mortified.

I was fourteen and a couple of guys rented the house next door and the older one flirted with me. He reached out and touched my breast and would touch me between the legs or give me a smack on the butt. One day he asked for a kiss, and he took it and grabbed me real hard and grabbed my butt real hard and asked me if I could feel his dick because he was hard as a rock and he needed some relief.

He laid me down on the floor and got between my legs and was humping me through our clothes while he kissed my face and neck and grabbed my breasts. He got my shirt over my head and he pushed my bra up over my breasts and was sucking on them real hard while he continued to hump me. He got on his knees and undid his pants and pushed them down and told me to behold his hard on and he wanted the real thing. He undid my pants and pulled them off and had me naked from the waist down and got on me and inserted himself and then fucked me until he came.

He was off of me, sitting half naked on the floor trying to get his pants on when my mother walked in. I was still laying on my back with my legs spread open, and my bra pushed up over my breasts. She looked at him and told him to get out and told me to cover up that I wasn't a whore.

I got dressed and that was that. We never talked about it, except that she gave me her birth control pills. He stayed my boyfriend as long as he lived next door. By the time he left I was experienced at having a boyfriend and we had screwed in just about all the positions we could think of.

I was twenty five and had met a man who had a real profession and he liked me and came over and took me out. We never had sex in my mother's house, we always went to his place and one day he asked me to move in with him. It was a Sunday several months after we had moved in that my mother brought up the subject of the day she found me on the floor with my neighbor. She said she was sorry that she had never given me a father. It was a curse that women needed a man like that, I was too young but she figured I had woman feelings too. That if I had kids with this man, that I should stay put with him and make sure he was around to raise them. She had tried to be a father and mother, but than never worked.