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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 45
I Was A Teen Mother
I am writing this at the suggestion of my close friend. It is the summary of how I got in trouble at sixteen, got married, and had a child. Not everyone knows what really happened.
I was sixteen like I said. I was in a car with a school friend who could drive. We were hit from behind by a service truck. I had a piano lesson I had to get to so I accepted a ride from a stranger. By the time I got home the piano teacher had left and he came inside with me.
I ended up on the floor of the living room with him on top of me and getting pregnant. After he got off of me, I just lay there with no pants, no shirt while he looked at me. He spent a lot of time looking at me. He looked at everything. He told me I had nice eyes but I was a little young for him. He continued to look at me and I told him I wanted him to show me his dick. He pulled his dick out and I touched it and held it before putting it in my mouth.
After letting him put his dick away I told him if I was pregnant he had to marry me. I was still naked on my back on the living room floor. He said he had to leave, and I told him I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to keep looking at me on the floor. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I liked him looking at me. He said he had to leave, another time he would look at me.
I did get pregnant and I did marry him. It was actually a mess because I was underage and he was an adult with a high school girl. But the baby needed a father that could support me and getting married was the way to be supported.
I had my baby in the tenth grade, and I wasn't the only teen mother in school. The school had a day care, but my mother took care of my baby while I went to school. My husband let me live with my parents until I finished high school, but then he wanted me to go to college, so my son stayed with my mother while I went to high school.
It was only after college that my son and me moved in with my husband. Living with him drove me to get pregnant again. This time I wanted a baby for me to take care of. That's why my two kids are eight years apart.
My husband had to finish raising me into a woman. I was pretty immature when I went to live with him. Real immature.
I was sixteen like I said. I was in a car with a school friend who could drive. We were hit from behind by a service truck. I had a piano lesson I had to get to so I accepted a ride from a stranger. By the time I got home the piano teacher had left and he came inside with me.
I ended up on the floor of the living room with him on top of me and getting pregnant. After he got off of me, I just lay there with no pants, no shirt while he looked at me. He spent a lot of time looking at me. He looked at everything. He told me I had nice eyes but I was a little young for him. He continued to look at me and I told him I wanted him to show me his dick. He pulled his dick out and I touched it and held it before putting it in my mouth.
After letting him put his dick away I told him if I was pregnant he had to marry me. I was still naked on my back on the living room floor. He said he had to leave, and I told him I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to keep looking at me on the floor. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I liked him looking at me. He said he had to leave, another time he would look at me.
I did get pregnant and I did marry him. It was actually a mess because I was underage and he was an adult with a high school girl. But the baby needed a father that could support me and getting married was the way to be supported.
I had my baby in the tenth grade, and I wasn't the only teen mother in school. The school had a day care, but my mother took care of my baby while I went to school. My husband let me live with my parents until I finished high school, but then he wanted me to go to college, so my son stayed with my mother while I went to high school.
It was only after college that my son and me moved in with my husband. Living with him drove me to get pregnant again. This time I wanted a baby for me to take care of. That's why my two kids are eight years apart.
My husband had to finish raising me into a woman. I was pretty immature when I went to live with him. Real immature.
