I Love It Both Ways

My mother came across near Eagle Pass. She was 19, and pregnant with me but she did not know it at the time. She moved into the Houston area working for a man who had an apartment cleaning business. My father was one of several policemen that had used her before she came across.

She started living with an older woman, ten years older, who took her in. I was born in their apartment with a midwife. My mother's relationship with her friend kept her from more pregnancies. I grew up as an only child in a Mexican lesbian home. As a teen my mother was more and more opposed to any relationship with a boy, or a man. Other than the very lesbian home, and very queer activism of my stepmom, my life was normal. Normal meant no boys.

I earned good grades, my stepmom pushed me into going to a small Christian college. I got a scholarship and she was more than happy to pay the rest. I graduated in four years, not one boy date, and went to work for a local company.

That is where a man did things to me I had only heard about. My brain and my body were not on the same wavelength. I went back for more, and more, and more. And he was more than happy to give me more, and more and more. Anything he suggested I did, anything I read about, saw on the internet or talked about with another girl at the office he did. He did me and my coworker at the same time.

I can't say being brought up sex free caused my sexual appetite to go haywire, but when sex happened it happened. Maybe because I grew up in a lesbian household having girl sex was ok with me, that my coworker liked it too made it easier. I am all into man sex, but a cuddle party with my girl is magic. Ours is an equal opportunity lifestyle.