Growing Up I Was A Slut, Now I Am A Church Mom With Three Kids

Some thoughts about growing up poor. My older brother and I lived with our mother in a small house on the edge of town. My mother had the bedroom and my brother and I slept on a metal bunkbed, I slept on top. My brother jerked off almost every night. The bed moved back and forth until he finished. His underpants and sheets were always stained. He loved his penis, he kept his hand in his pants, once he got hard he stroked himself on the couch. I saw his penis shoot off many times, the stained carpet just got more stains.

I was eleven when I discovered my pleasure bean. I was no better than my brother, we sat on the couch and had competitions to see who could climax first. Of course the only thing that got stained were my underwear. I grabbed his hard penis and he fingered me but we never actually had sex.

My brother went into the service and I got a job at Burger King. A man picked me up one afternoon and took me to a garage and fucked me. I knew what fucking was, my mother had boyfriends. We had to stand, well I had to bend over until he got it all in. I liked it a lot and was a slut in high school. My mother had put me on the pill at the pregnancy assistance center which was a good idea because it kept me from getting pregnant.

After high school I went to beauty school and got a job at a beauty parlor in town. I walked from my house. After work I hung out at the mall with a friend and we got picked by guys and we would go party. We went out every weekend, had sex every weekend. This man offered to take me down to D.C. so I could see the Lincoln Memorial. We fucked all night long.

I went to this church fair with my friend and met a nice guy who was a new teacher. He was 28 and had never had sex. I was his first. He fell in love with me and I married him and got busy having three kids. Insurance. I am still married, I work at the beauty shop and he teaches school and coaches little league. We go to church too.