Memories Of My Growing Up

The summer vacation between elementary and middle school saw me visiting my mother's uncle and aunt in Ohio. They had a lake house where we spent the two weeks. They had a grandson who was going into the eighth grade which to me was like an adult. And he could really swim, and dive. I could barely float, I was not a swimmer.

He encouraged me to get in the lake, I got scared and he held me up, reaching between my legs to push me up. Touching my 'tutu', as my mother called it when I was little. When he got me back on shore I was trembling I was so scared. He put his arms around me and hugged me until I couldn't move. Holding me he put his hand on my breast. We stared at each other. He just held my breast in his hand, groping a little.

We stood up and walked back to the house. My mother wanted to know why I was wet because I couldn't swim. I told her I fell in and my 'cousin' saved me. After that he could take care of me, he felt my breasts, kissed my nipples, touched my 'tutu', let me touch his penis, he kissed me on the lips. Yes ma'am, my mother let me spend any amount of time with him, alone.

That's how I grew up, by the time I went into the seventh grade I had held a naked erect penis in my hand, and had semen squirted on my belly. I never did anything after that summer, not even kiss until I got to college. I lost, or gave up, my virginity as a freshman in college. It wasn't anywhere as exciting.