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Like Mother Like Daughter
If this bothers you I'm sorry. It does not bother me and it should not bother you.
My mother is an artist. Her friends are artists. I grew up around artists. Anyone who ever spent any amount of time around artists knows that many are gay or lesbians. Sex is many times taboo, both with who and what they do. I witnessed a whole lot of sex, straight sex and gay sex. My mother was what we call bisexual. She only ever had straight sex with one man, my father. He prohibited her from ever having sex with another man. So, she had sex with many different women.
When I was 12 a photographer asked my mother if I could model for him. She gave her permission and I went to his studio. Lots of studies, shadows, poses. Many of which were nudes. Nothing commercial. A friend of his came by one day while I was being photographed in the back yard. I was nude, just turned 13. The man asked for me, took me inside the house and he had sex with me. When I got home I told my mother. She asked one question, did I like it? She assured me that of all the sins, the sin of the flesh is the one you repeat often. Enjoy myself, if I liked him well enough.
Like my father, he became attached to me and was very firm about not having sex with other men. On one occasion he wrote his initials on the lips of my vulva with a magic marker. My mother had his initials tattooed. And I was now and forever to belong to him. That same week when he found that his initials were tattooed he had my name tattooed on his chest. I was 13 and he was 30.
I posed during all of my teen years, nothing gross, but definitely explicit. I was shaved for the photographs, my initialed vulva lips clearly visible. These photographs have been sold to private collectors of girls my age. During those years I became quite comfortable with sex.
The day came when I went off to college. Before I left I had his name tattooed across my behind, the idea being if someone pulled my pants down they would see I was labeled, owned. My mother told me to keep my nose clean, no sex with men. If she could abstain so could I. Find a girlfriend instead. Learn to love a girl.
My sex life is divided between the man, my husband now, and a girl, now a woman, I met in my psychology class. I have one child, a girl. I pursue painting as an art form, I enjoy painting nudes of young women. Young. My mother and I get along very well, we are surrounded by artists, we have husbands who can support us quite well. My college girlfriend is my everyday companion. Unlike my mother who has enjoyed being with many different women, I am committed to her. She told me to find a girl to love, I took her advice to heart.
My mother is an artist. Her friends are artists. I grew up around artists. Anyone who ever spent any amount of time around artists knows that many are gay or lesbians. Sex is many times taboo, both with who and what they do. I witnessed a whole lot of sex, straight sex and gay sex. My mother was what we call bisexual. She only ever had straight sex with one man, my father. He prohibited her from ever having sex with another man. So, she had sex with many different women.
When I was 12 a photographer asked my mother if I could model for him. She gave her permission and I went to his studio. Lots of studies, shadows, poses. Many of which were nudes. Nothing commercial. A friend of his came by one day while I was being photographed in the back yard. I was nude, just turned 13. The man asked for me, took me inside the house and he had sex with me. When I got home I told my mother. She asked one question, did I like it? She assured me that of all the sins, the sin of the flesh is the one you repeat often. Enjoy myself, if I liked him well enough.
Like my father, he became attached to me and was very firm about not having sex with other men. On one occasion he wrote his initials on the lips of my vulva with a magic marker. My mother had his initials tattooed. And I was now and forever to belong to him. That same week when he found that his initials were tattooed he had my name tattooed on his chest. I was 13 and he was 30.
I posed during all of my teen years, nothing gross, but definitely explicit. I was shaved for the photographs, my initialed vulva lips clearly visible. These photographs have been sold to private collectors of girls my age. During those years I became quite comfortable with sex.
The day came when I went off to college. Before I left I had his name tattooed across my behind, the idea being if someone pulled my pants down they would see I was labeled, owned. My mother told me to keep my nose clean, no sex with men. If she could abstain so could I. Find a girlfriend instead. Learn to love a girl.
My sex life is divided between the man, my husband now, and a girl, now a woman, I met in my psychology class. I have one child, a girl. I pursue painting as an art form, I enjoy painting nudes of young women. Young. My mother and I get along very well, we are surrounded by artists, we have husbands who can support us quite well. My college girlfriend is my everyday companion. Unlike my mother who has enjoyed being with many different women, I am committed to her. She told me to find a girl to love, I took her advice to heart.
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