Like Mother Like Daughter, It Runs In The Family

I am the oldest child, female born six months after my parents were married. In those days such a thing was scandalous and either my father or my mother or both were blamed by various parties. One thing was sure, no one ever thought they would see my mother pregnant.

My father had finished his residency and was going to Rochester for a fellowship, so my mother stayed back (at 29 she still lived with her parents). My father met me when I was six months old, in those days there wasn't the advantages we have today and he could not afford to travel for something so insignificant.

My mother went on to have three other children. She was distant and she had no interest in being nurturing. We grew up with maids and my mostly absent grandmother. She participated in social work, her thing was abortion and pregnancy prevention. Funny, she should have known, but I guess my father got through her defenses.

I was in the third and fourth grade when I started to hear rumors. Other mothers told their children to be careful how they made friends with me, because my mother was a lesbian. The rumor was that she and the lady that ran the pregnancy prevention program were lovers. My father was embedded in his profession, and rumors had it that he kept his receptionist as a lover. For a ten and eleven year old these rumors were hurtful. But they were true, and I was in my early twenties before I accepted it. For some reason it never crossed my mother's mind that we would be sexually active outside of marriage. Her first hand lesson didn't seem to influence her.

My sister was active from the ninth grade on and our aunt, my mother's younger sister got her on birth control (which was only available by prescription, my aunt passed herself off as my sister's mother). She didn't worry about me, 'you like girls just like your mother'. I did like girls but I hated having my nose rubbed into it. In college I went active with a girl I met in intermediate. It was a zero to sixty, from the first kiss to fully naked under the covers all happened in a matter of minutes. I grabbed at her boobs and felt up her pussy, I kissed her over and over, I climbed on her and then went down on her. I declared her my girlfriend.

As a second year in the accounting firm a guy who was eight years older stuck me in a corner and felt me up, pushed me down by his hand on my head and he stuck his dick in my mouth. Spitting and yelling, plastered against the wall with his hand between my legs I had to submit physically. His erection was live and with tears in my eyes my skirt shoved up and my panties shoved down I lost my virginity. Later that night, he had taken me to his apartment and had me between him and wall, I turned my back to him and I was anal fucked . It was electric, I submitted to being s***mized often, dressed or undressed, his apartment or mine. If I had to get him hard with my hand and mouth first, I did what I had to so he could hold me down and fuck me.

I fought him, I called him names, I refused to do what he told me. I had not been with my girlfriend since he had pinned me. The weeks went by, then a couple of months, then I was sick at the stomach, vomiting, lightheaded, nauseous. My sister took me to the campus clinic, it took the nurse one minute to tell me I was probably pregnant. Had I had sex recently? My girlfriend cried when I told her.

So like my mother I had a child four months after getting married. Like my mother I had two more. Like my mother I was involved in women's organizations, I had a nanny and my girlfriend care for the children. Like my mother my husband's passing fancies with girls in his office rolled of my back, as long as they were pretty. I always liked very pretty girls, and nothing was good enough for my husband, except for the prettiest girls. My kids are grown up now, they've heard all the rumors. My girlfriend is beside me and that's all that matters.