Nature Is Wonderful, Don't Fight Mother Nature, Embrace Her

I was 12, big for my age, big bones my mother told me. I had very curly hair and wore glasses and I had just got my retainer. And then for total destruction I got my period when I was with my father at the mall. In white shorts. "You're old enough to bleed, you're old enough to breed. You keep your damn legs crossed, I don't want any little piglets running around the house".

I know he was dealing with the woman's coming of age, but it hurt my feelings in a way that I still remember. From that day on I wasn't one of the guys at home, I was a breeding female and I had to be talked to.

We are, so I won't say were, absolutist about birth control and abortion. You don't fuck, you don't get pregnant. You get pregnant you have a little piglet. That said both my mother and grandmother bred in their teens. So I got the talk.

My mother on one side, my grandmother on the other side. My mother starts with the biology lesson, my grandmother starts with abstention. "You are going to get fucked, that's going to happen. You want to make damn sure it's a man who is going to support you, so don't fuck some high school kid". My mother went down the route of detailed sperm and egg and the egg's hunger to get fertilized, it's only reason for being. My grandmother countered that is why her ancestors and mine, who came from Malta, locked girls up until a husband was found for them. Maybe locking me up was a good idea.

It had become a downer, I was ugly and fat and big and I had my period out with my father in the mall. My mother tried her best to convince me to let nature's way be 'the' way, but on my terms, so don't fuck. My grandmother took the tack of a girl's desire. It comes right up your spine from your clit. You want it, want it like you never wanted anything. You want to get fucked. But there is a way for you have some of it, and not get pregnant. Find a girl and you all have fun.

From that day until even today, my grandmother gives me lesbian lessons. How a girl likes to have her clit pinched, licked and tweaked. Be gentle, but firm. Use your teeth but don't bite. Finger her up because she wants her pussy full, use two or three fingers. Make out, make out, make out. Kiss the bitch, don't let her get away from you. You have to bend her to your will. That's where your size and weight is an advantage, sit on her, so she can't run. You're the Momma she's the piglet, show her that you love her.

In our house, where birth control comes from abstention, where abortion is a never will happen, the way around it is to have a girlfriend. To keep her, to hold her, to show her you love her. You're girlfriend. Every girls' best friend is also her 'lover'. When I went to my wedding bed, it was with a 'man' my parents selected. It wasn't an arranged marriage because I had the nay vote. But why vote, it's a day you dread, you wait for. I already had my 'girlfriend' and we were full time lovers. Now came the time for me to grow up and have a husband.

All my children were timed to my convenience. My girlfriend is my best friend and my lover.
One day she also got married. We practice abstention for birth control by being ardent lovers. We grew out of our ugly stage and we are both pretty hot mommas. If the boys want their turn, they have to wait till Momma says so. Piglets come and grow up and go and have more piglets. That's nature's way.