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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 70
My Mother Lived Out Her Sexual Frustrations Through Me
As a teenager I lived in a country on the verge of revolution. The world had changed with the Cuban experience and my father was on the front line working for the embassy. We went to a small private school, escorted to school by the security agency. We had little or no permission to go out, as we were kidnapping targets. As such, my mother did the best she could and allowed me to have over a friend now and then. The friend had to be vetted, checked out by the security agency, and all of her family. Not everyone wanted that kind of scrutiny.
I had just turned fifteen and I was at school when the attack happened. It was a group of revolutionaries looking for kids to ransom. They entered the school from the side near the running track, an open area for them to cover. The alarms went off, the security got involved and there was a shoot out. At that moment, I stood up and this boy jumped up and grabbed me and lay on top of me. I screamed but he didn't let go, he put his hand on my mouth and kept me down until the security people came to give the all clear, and everyone was evacuated back to their homes.
Still angry at being grabbed and held against my will I performed for my mother. She listened, and told me that I was lucky that a boy would put his life on the line for me. My mother was a nurse when she met my father, and I learned that day that she was a nurse during the Korean conflict. My father was a mean man who had served in the Far East as a commando. I got a lot of history that day, and told to thank that boy personally and as far as my mother was concerned I had to show him respect and be his school girlfriend.
He carried my books from class to class and I sat with him for lunch. Part of my 'duties' was to bring him lunch, and I had to prepare both his and mine. I got a full sex schooling from my mother, including condoms and how to slip one on a banana. I got a full on lesson as to my anatomy. and how my body prepared me for a male's insertion. I had a book with drawing and sketches of male 'members' and female anatomy, and what went where when a male decided it was time for him to take me. My mother made no bones about it, when he's ready you better be ready for him.
It happened just like she said it would, we were out at a private party with my parents, and his family was one of those invited. We were allowed to wander off in the gardens. We ended up in his parent's car listening to the radio. He wanted 'tits', for me to let my tits out. He undid his pants and let his dick out, and told me to hold it while he felt up my tits and kissed me. I don't know if my mind was more focused on his dick in my hand or his hands on my tits that evening, but not to worry, soon enough he was ready and my panties came off from under my dress and he was on me. He 'shoved' it in. And kept shoving. I had to keep one foot on the floor board and the other foot over the backrest and he shoved and shoved and shoved and he got stiff as a board and that's when I found out about boys and the 'release' of their male energy.
After that party my mother was really excited, her little girl was a woman with a real boyfriend. I was given a pack of condoms to carry with me and told to scold him if he didn't allow me to put one on him. It didn't work, he never wore one and nature took it's course and the next thing you know I was getting married. I was sixteen when the baby came, and my mother was proud of me for making him a little boy.
I was in my late twenties when I realized my mother wanted him to fuck me. She lived it out vicariously with me. My father wasn't much of a lover, he was all in military. Women were superfluous. I lived with his family after my parents were reposted, we lived through a serious attempt of overthrowing the government, and me and my two kids were evacuated during that period.
It was an exciting childhood and I exited my teen years with two kids and a husband. Unlike my father with my mother, my husband had a strong appetite for me. I was very much older when my father died of an embolism. Only then did I find out what was my mother's secret, my father was gay.
I had just turned fifteen and I was at school when the attack happened. It was a group of revolutionaries looking for kids to ransom. They entered the school from the side near the running track, an open area for them to cover. The alarms went off, the security got involved and there was a shoot out. At that moment, I stood up and this boy jumped up and grabbed me and lay on top of me. I screamed but he didn't let go, he put his hand on my mouth and kept me down until the security people came to give the all clear, and everyone was evacuated back to their homes.
Still angry at being grabbed and held against my will I performed for my mother. She listened, and told me that I was lucky that a boy would put his life on the line for me. My mother was a nurse when she met my father, and I learned that day that she was a nurse during the Korean conflict. My father was a mean man who had served in the Far East as a commando. I got a lot of history that day, and told to thank that boy personally and as far as my mother was concerned I had to show him respect and be his school girlfriend.
He carried my books from class to class and I sat with him for lunch. Part of my 'duties' was to bring him lunch, and I had to prepare both his and mine. I got a full sex schooling from my mother, including condoms and how to slip one on a banana. I got a full on lesson as to my anatomy. and how my body prepared me for a male's insertion. I had a book with drawing and sketches of male 'members' and female anatomy, and what went where when a male decided it was time for him to take me. My mother made no bones about it, when he's ready you better be ready for him.
It happened just like she said it would, we were out at a private party with my parents, and his family was one of those invited. We were allowed to wander off in the gardens. We ended up in his parent's car listening to the radio. He wanted 'tits', for me to let my tits out. He undid his pants and let his dick out, and told me to hold it while he felt up my tits and kissed me. I don't know if my mind was more focused on his dick in my hand or his hands on my tits that evening, but not to worry, soon enough he was ready and my panties came off from under my dress and he was on me. He 'shoved' it in. And kept shoving. I had to keep one foot on the floor board and the other foot over the backrest and he shoved and shoved and shoved and he got stiff as a board and that's when I found out about boys and the 'release' of their male energy.
After that party my mother was really excited, her little girl was a woman with a real boyfriend. I was given a pack of condoms to carry with me and told to scold him if he didn't allow me to put one on him. It didn't work, he never wore one and nature took it's course and the next thing you know I was getting married. I was sixteen when the baby came, and my mother was proud of me for making him a little boy.
I was in my late twenties when I realized my mother wanted him to fuck me. She lived it out vicariously with me. My father wasn't much of a lover, he was all in military. Women were superfluous. I lived with his family after my parents were reposted, we lived through a serious attempt of overthrowing the government, and me and my two kids were evacuated during that period.
It was an exciting childhood and I exited my teen years with two kids and a husband. Unlike my father with my mother, my husband had a strong appetite for me. I was very much older when my father died of an embolism. Only then did I find out what was my mother's secret, my father was gay.
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