I Love Men

My mother has issues. To begin with my father, who got her pregnant in college, didn't marry her which embarrassed her and her family. I am an out of wedlock girl, a bastard as my grandmother called me. My mother hates men. My grandmother hates men. I was taught to hate men, starting with hating my father (I don't). Both my mother and grandmother worked and I was a latchkey kid after school. As a teen a man from down the street felt me up, grabbing my tits, feeling up my pussy, and then fucked me leaving me open and dripping his sperm on my mother's bedspread.

If I wanted to get fucked I had to show him I deserved it, sucking his cock, handjob, going commando so he could look up my skirt. He bought me this wax kit and waxed my pussy and ass crack and asshole. He wanted me as smooth as the day I was born. My mother walked in on me and saw I was totally smooth and she found out the man down the street was fucking me after school. To get him in trouble meant I had to testify, so he was convinced that if he didn't move my mother would press charges for having sex with a minor. And she hated him, and I had to hate him considering what he had done to me.

Why my mother thought I would stop fucking I don't know. I had a girlfriend at school, she helped me wax and I helped her wax. We were good at it, our bottoms were smooth, and the boys at school liked smooth bottom girls and we fucked only varsity boys, junior varsity had to get their pussy from the 7th and 8th grade. Being a part of the cool kids that fucked made high school fun.

I went to a liberal education college, met lots of man hater lesbian types, I fucked a couple of married professors, kept my pussy smooth, sucked off a police officer who pulled us over and my date was going to get a DUI. Basically I fucked my way through college. My mother and grandmother heard all about it. If they got on my case I made up stories of girls being blindfolded and fucked by fraternity guys. That never happened, but my mom swears it did.

I have a man friend, a full grown man. He could easily be my father, except he would never fuck my mother. My grandmother has money so it's not like I grew up poor, I have just always liked older full grown men. My man friend bought me a tattoo, a Sanskrit word for cock. Mainly to piss off my mother. And to really piss her off I get along pretty well with my father. I don't blame him for not marrying my mother even if that means I'm his bastard child.