Pleasing My Mother

Being an only child growing up in a fatherless home with a lesbian mother there was never a man of the house. During my early and later teens I was encouraged to hang around with the right kind of girls. I had various dates and some were kissing dates but not really something that interested me. I was told that it was just a matter of meeting the right girl.

After college I went into the mean wide world. My boss, a nasty old man, liked young girlfriends. When he invited me out to his beach house I went. At the beach he cooked some locally bought fish, and a nice white wine. The moon was full over the ocean, as I leaned on the railing overlooking the dunes he worked my shorts and panties off. He grabbed my neck and I bent forward and in a whisper I was full down under. My toes curled and my virginity was no longer.

I'm pretty straight, I say pretty straight and not straight, because the right girl beside me enjoying his attentions is welcome. It's about the only time I get the urge to be with a girl. Fortunately that girl works with me and we 'entertain' the boss together. Maybe my mother will be understanding, there is a girl I sleep with, no need to tell her we entertain the boss together.