I Cannot Live Up To My Mother's Expectations,

I was raised by my lesbian mother and my grandmother. My father stayed distant, birthday cards and Christmas g*fts. My mother had a case against men, and she hated my father. She raised me to be a lesbian. Forced me into girl relationships in high school. But of course nothing took hold, I got fucked in the tenth grade and I fucked behind her back.

I went to Sewanee, the center for lesbians in the South. I was hit on from the beginning, fine young lesbians, raised to be rich housewives. There was a whole lot of lesbian behavior, both in the sororities and on the general campus. It took me a semester to figure out that this was just a 'college' thing. A 'safe' sex thing. Eating pussy drove me crazy.

I had my share of bend over and take it, but when it came to making friends I looked for 'that' girl. It turned out that 'that' girl was from Toronto and she had been sent South where her behavior wouldn't attract attention. A good night, well a great night, was a mouth full of her pussy, and a hard dick pile driving me from behind. There were a lot of guys who did lesbians the favor.

When I invited Myriam to meet my mother and grandmother, my mother could not have been happier. A nice, family oriented girl, who cuddled up with her daughter and made funny noises at night.

Myriam was 'that' girl for me and we had a deep love affair at college. But Myriam didn't like me having my pussy worked over by the friendly boys that serviced the lesbian girls. I told her I had to get it out of my system. But in the end it wasn't for her and after college she went back to Toronto and I went ahead a married one of the boys that serviced me in college.

It's not that I don't have lesbian desires, it's not that I don't like cuddling up with a girl. I do, I love kissing with a girl and I love pussy. But something in me wants a dick pounding my ass and telling me what to do.