My Mother's Special But Not Me

The first clue that my mother was one of those was when she told me that this bar we drove past was for special girls. She went on to tell me that she was special too, except for my father. She told me about Margaret her friend from work, she was special. And about Allison and Bethany, they were special girls. She asked me if I thought I was special.

By then I had figured out what she meant by special and I told her probably not, I sucked Jonathan's dick. She asked me if I liked it, she thought it was oversold and never really understood why my father wanted that when he could have it hot and wet. I told her girls in high school did it to show the boys they were willing to do it, but she was right it was oversold. But I was a virgin. If I wanted to I could talk to her, after all she was married.

I am not special, I know that for sure. But I feel that I do understand special girls. What I don’t understand is special guys, that really does turn me off.