An Unremarkable Life And Unremarkable Moral Character

At the time my mother was a school counselor, I was in the ninth grade and an only child. My father long gone and I never grew up with him. My mother had guests over, women who came to see her. I hardly ever spoke with them. Another thing, my mother had a painting over her bed of her vagina, painted by one of her 'woman' friends that she had sex with. My mother would say to me that she was ambidextrous.

I had a party for my birthday and several boys and girls were there. A friend of hers, female, who made the painting for her was there to help chaperone. We got into the liquor and were getting pretty drunk and the girls were giving blowjobs. The girls were told to lean over the back of the sofa, with their pants off or around their ankles and different boys took turns with them. My mother and her friend watching, watching us fuck the girls and get blowjobs. No one complained, not the girls or the boys, it was a party.

This sort of party happened often, the feelings were pretty much better have them in a safe place than some unsafe location. The girls were all on birth control, and the boys had condoms, but no one ever wore a condom, it wasn't a manly way to fuck a girl and girls refused a boy with a condom, they wanted the cum in them, that was the womanly way of having sex for them.

Several girls along the way got pregnant, some got married in high school, other's gave up their babies for adoption, we never really knew of the ones that got abortions. It was always rumors, but no proof. By the time high school was over I had fucked a dozen girls. In college the girls were just as promiscuous but a lot more assertive. A real turn off and those girls were left to mess around with other girls. The parties were open sex parties, the girls knew it and boys knew it. Some really nice girls from some really nice homes got their cherry's popped at those parties.

It was fifteen years after college that I was able to form a real attachment to a girl. I demanded that she be virgin, I didn't want some used pussy for a wife. The girl was a lot younger and came from a nice religious home and with a boatload of siblings. My demand was that she knew how to take care of children, could cook and be a housewife. Nothing assertive, not even close, I detested those women.

I'm 65 now, and she's fifty. She has been a housewife and she had a boat load of children. Never a sex goddess I got my thrills out of marriage. My addiction for slut pussy has never left me. I did provide and was a an involved father. Now I feel more like my wife's father than her husband. At 65 I get slut pussy from older women, in their forties or fifties, divorced by their husbands. One night stands, I hardly ever seen one twice. There are several places where they hang out to be picked up. Some teachers, some secretaries, some artist types. All slut girls in high school and still sluts letting men fuck them. They get validation and men like me get validation, fucking old pussy.