Facing 'the Talk' With My Daughter I Hope I Can Channel My Mother

I am going to tell the story of talking with my mom the night I lost my virginity. I was a two week fifteen year old. I hung out at the mall with other girls. A guy offered me a ride in his car. We went over to the lake, down a winding dirt road. He asked me if my tits were grown out, he got me to take off my sweater. After messing around for a while, he got his zipper down and I held his dick. Getting my pants off after that was easy, and getting his dick in me. He drove me home, it was after dark when we got there.

I walked in straight to my room. My mom followed me upstairs, 'where have you been?'. I had my sweater on inside out, I had a love mark on my neck, my friend had told my mother I had gone home with a guy. One mother calls the other mother. No one could find us. Again, 'where were you?'

I broke down, told her everything. She pointed out my inside out sweater. Told me about my friend's mother's call. We had a talk about sex. The consequences of sex. I went from paralyzed by fear to totally ok. My mother was concerned, but the sex talk was all adult. I got a biology lesson, a lesson from my mother. I got the sperm and egg part. I got the who gets stuck with the baby. She patted my hand right then, 'babies IS what it is all about' but on your terms it's better.

She ended her talk by telling me once was once too much. She would help me watch for a pregnancy, if it proved necessary she would tell my father. As she left she told me that boy was not welcome.

I grew up, went to school, got married. It's time to talk with my daughter, before she goes off with some boy. I hope I will be as calm, cool and collected as my mother.