I Was Raised Different. I Learned About Sex At Home.

So, this is considered wrong and still is, but it is true, and I was right in the middle of it. My mother was a single mother, with one child, me. She did her best, all single mothers do their best. When I was a teenager, still figuring out my periods and masturbation, she got a boyfriend. This was an older man, with money, and he came over. She insisted on bringing him over and cooking for him. And being real nice to him, caressing him, kissing him, it was disgusting at the time.

One night, after dinner I was helping my mother clean up and she left me alone in the kitchen. She went back to her room to fix herself up, getting ready for sex. She told me everything, so I knew her routine, always wash yourself before sex, men don't like a stinky pussy. She put on perfume, combed her hair, got the bed ready, and while she had sex she liked to talk out loud, complimenting him. This was for my benefit, she said. One day a nice boy is going to be fucking you and you have to know how to behave. That was my single mother.

But that night I was alone in the kitchen, drying the pots and pans, when he came up behind me and grabbed my tits with both hands and told me I was getting good and ripe and he wanted me for desert. He didn't put me down, he carried me to my mother's room and put me on the bed on my back and told me to lay still while he took his pants off. He pulled my pants off and tore my top off, exposing my tits and pussy. He was hard, I mean when you're staring at a big man with a hard dick, his dick looks really big. He got on me and his dick went straight in. He worked me, until I had an orgasm, then he worked himself to cum inside of me. Now I had been fucked.

My mother set it up, she didn't want me losing my virginity to some pimply kid in school. The earlier I learned about a man the more likely it was I was going to look for a man and not settle for a kid. Just like drinking, she said, it's better to learn about sex at home. He was my Pappa Bear now and I learned how to stroke his dick, and give him blowjobs, before he fucked my mother. My mother wanted me to stay, so I could learn all about it. He wanted me there too, and many times he worked her hard, and got off her and got on me to finish.

I'm not saying this is right in any way. It's just that not all cultures do things the same way. My mother came from a world where fourteen is the right age, and it's always best to have a grown man teach her, friends, uncles. In my case, my mother's boyfriend. By the time you are grown up and looking for a man of your own, you almost always know more than him, and you have to teach him. My Pappa Bear knew his stuff, but that made it hard for me to be satisfied by a novice. It's a problem I've had all my life, no one, and I mean no one, fucked me as good as Pappa Bear did.