I Am Pure Bred Country Girl, Grew Up On A Ranch In Wyoming

This may cause some persons pain or be a 'trigger' to their past. For me it was part of growing up in the country. By the time you were nine years old you already knew everything about the facts of life, you had witnessed dogs getting bred, horses and cows. You had witnessed births, of cats and dogs and horses and cows. And you were told by your mother and your older sisters that you were not much different, the bitch when it came to breeding. The only real difference is that humans looked forward to it and enjoyed it, of course paying for it for nine months and labor.

Babies were born all around me. We had a several 'staff', mostly Mexicans working on the ranch. Their 'bitches' were dropping kids like there as no tomorrow. Of course it was boring at night after lights out so that figured into it. The pregnant women did their chores, it was only in the last two weeks that they needed rest. My mother was always on top of their time and she let them slow down before they dropped their baby. I was fifteen the first time I helped my mother with a birth. A girl baby born to Yolanda Contreras, I remember it like it is today.

One day I had to face my fate. My husband, I was married by then, told me in so many words that I needed to get on with it and start making babies. Hell I was already 24 and as everyone knows real women start when they are sixteen (really maybe a little later). Certainly some of the Mexican 'bitches' dropped babies early.

I had no choice really. I had to pull down my bitch britches and give him my ass and let him do me for real. When you are in the process of getting impregnated it's not sex, nothing like it. Right then you are a bitch woman and you'll be carrying and dropping a kid nine months later. I got pregnant pretty easy, all the women in my family got pregnant easy and dropped young just as easy. Farm fed, bred as breeding bitches. Once you have one, another and another come along just like Mexicans. Soon you've got four or fiver running around. That's farm life. You keep breeding for ten years or more. I had my first one at 24 and my last one, number six, at 37.

In our case, there was always some Mexican woman who helped with the birthing. My mother knew her stuff but a helper was always needed. When I wasn't birthing myself, I helped her with the Mexicans or my sisters or in laws. After the babies were born we took them to the doctor for a check up, but all my kids were born at home. My mother was a recognized midwife.

As to putting them on the tit, we did. We didn't call it breast feeding, we said 'get that girl on a tit before she wakes up her father'. When they were young like that we called them tittie babies. It's amazing to me, to see how my body grew to have them. I was a skinny little thing when I was fourteen. By the time I was 20 I had a big enough ass and good sized tits. After the first two I had a real big ass and real jugs. The truth is that you want to look like a woman. Maybe your husband wants some little thing, but at home he's got a woman.

My oldest is engaged and we had the 'talk'. Not the birds and the bees one, the one about getting laid and pregnant. She had the family genetic code and she should do fine getting her ass in gear and birthing those babies. But she lives in town, and her husband's an architect. He doesn't know anything about farm life or about getting a woman pregnant. If it were up to him he would just skip it. But that's why we sat my girl down and had a long talk about it. She better get her ass pregnant, there's grandmas waiting.