I'm Having A Hard Time With My Daughter And Her Attitudes

I sat in a room with my daughter and some of her college era friends. They are all in their mid to late twenties, single and haven't had a date since high school. Frankly they are so full of themselves and without merit that no man wants to date them, much less fuck them.

How different it was when I was young like them, and before. I got out of high school with my cherry intact, but one week at college and my cherry was popped and I swallowed cum. Yuck! Right? Wrong. I bragged to my roommate that I had been fucked, and that I had to suck him off and he held his hand over my mouth and nose and I had to swallow. No, sorry, he did not make love to me. He fucked me. I was a freshman, with a cherry, and he took my cherry and stuck his cock down my throat. And I worshiped the ground he walked on every since.

Our conversations were more about how did I get lucky, than about protecting our little holes from the big bad wolf. What did I do? I said I did not know what I did. He saw me, he went after me, he wanted me, and he took me. And it was pretty much like that. No he did not grab me by the hair and drag me into a cave. He did bend me over the back of the couch and sent his dick up my unprepared vagina. That's how you fuck a freshman, over the the back of the sofa. Later on you get fucked in bed. I was way up there on the social scale. Not only had I been fucked, but the guy that fucked me was an upperclassman, and he kept me as a girlfriend.

My daughter is 27. She is a virgin. Her own fault. Oh, I will never submit to that. Well you are missing out sweetie, because now you are too old for a guy to hunt you down. I was told earlier, when they were going through college that girls were experimenting. A friend had to tell me that meant they were making out with another girl, experimenting to see if they were lesbian material. Unfortunately for them, lesbians are a tiny little fraction of a small group of women. No, they did not listen. You went to college to get you cherry popped and a to have cock rammed down your throat. So that you can learn your place. Only in your place will a man have you.

I have children, or I wouldn't be complaining about my daughter and her friends. I never asked myself or anyone whether having children was the most demeaning thing on earth, or the imposition of the patriarchy on me. I opened my legs wide for his dick to GET pregnant. That was my job. That was my place. My place. He has his, but that place is mine. And I got pregnant willingly and I didn't have to beg him for it. Motherhood suits you, that's all he said to me. Bring them on, I'm having babies.

Yes, I'm frustrated. I want my daughter to know the world she is turning her back on. She thinks playing with herself along with her friends is having sex. It's not. You have sex when a man shoves his dick up your c**t. No vibrators, dildos, or butt plugs allowed. I have sex, my man doesn't let me retire. I know that deep down inside he would love to pop one of his daughter's friends, but I give him the evil eye about it. As long as my c**t is willing, his dick is spelunking down my hole.

Enough with the rant, my husband is returning tomorrow from overseas and I am more than willing to receive him. I'm horny as hell now.