The Wishes Of My Mother Is That We Be "ONE", And That Is Who We Are
I am half French and half American, my mother is French from Orleans. When my father met her she was a novitiate but my father liked young girls and she ended up pregnant. The French aren't so insistent on marriage, but he wasn't taking chances, if he didn't marry him, she would end up a Nun and the baby in an orphanage. I'm that baby.
My mother was a one and done kind of girl, she had no intentions of being put in that situation again, so she swore off sex and dedicated herself to the lay mission with the Church. My father, forty at the time, needed female relaxation, and my mother arranged for them. Some were fallen women, others were lost because of dissolutions of marriage, some were quite young, but not all of them. The common denominator is that they were all from Orleans.
When I was fourteen an Au Pair came to our house, she was nineteen and in need of a sponsor. Unlike the normal situation, her duties were to be company to my father. She was vocal to me, she only did it because she was a woman, and to prove she was a woman she showed me her sex. She asked to see mine, and she rubbed her hand over me, before kissing my lips and a poke in the vagina.
My mother then asked her to bring me into the adult world, to learn all about being a lover. To not have shame of my body, or enjoying time with a man, or in this case, time with my Au Pair. My Au Pair was very inventive, she used what ever tools she found to insert in me, but she also spent a long time kissing while we were on the bed naked.
What my father did with her, she told me. No matter how intimate. She wanted my father to make her a woman. To be relentless. And all the while, she was helping me become a woman. It was that year that my mother took us, me and my Au Pair to Ceylon on vacation. All the Eastern world, and we saw so many beautiful Ceylon girls. But my mother put an end to anything in our imagination, this trip was for us to be come 'one'. After this trip there would be no daylight between us.
We returned to our home and lived together. My mother found another girl for my father. But my mother knew, her mother's instinct, that I was meant to be with my Au Pair. And for her to take care of me. It was then, that my father asked my mother to see to it that the girl was gone. She was hesitant and unwilling. And for whatever reason of my father's he leaned on my mother that night and she became pregnant again with my little brother.
Her oath to being celibate was over, and she had to bend to my father. My father was not interested in my Au Pair, he wanted my mother. What my mother had avoided all those years were all for nothing. She was the 'woman' now.
I became a woman for real, in the hands of a man while at University. He was a professor of Eastern Philosophy. Much much older than me, and a man in ever sense. Dominant and uncaring. He used me for his pleasure, before discarding me on the discharge pile with all the other students who had gone to him for his wisdom.
My Au Pair is the one I am One with. We have our life together. The days of her being there for my father, are a long time ago. My mother has made her responsible for me. Not many girls my age have an Au Pair, of that I am certain.
