My first exposure to sex was watching two dogs mating. My mother kept her hand on my shoulder and told me that the female was in her element, when it comes to that time, you want a strong male controlling you, and of course, sticking his hard dick in you. I was eleven and my mother wasn’t one to waste words. She wanted me to know that I was growing up and soon, very soon I was going to want a boy to kiss me and I was going to grab onto his dick to control him.
I went through puberty, I started bleeding at twelve and finished up with a nice set of tits and woman hips. The boys liked girls with tits and I got lots of requests for dates. My mother never sent me out with a menstrual pad on, in case he stuck his hand down my pants he would be repelled by it. I took it off and let them put their hand down my pants and finger me.
I was fifteen and this boy who had a driver’s license offered to take me for a ride in his car, his mother’s car really. We went out of the school parking lot and he took me out to the country, on a dirt road to this secluded spot. He asked me, so it wasn’t a forced thing at all. Out there, with the birds chirping and sun shining through the branches and leaves of the fall tree, I lay on my back on the ground and spread my legs open. He looked for a long time, his first pussy. He shoed me his dick and I grabbed it, it was hard enough, I pulled him towards me and when he fell on me I grabbed his dick to stick it in me. I knew exactly where to put it. He came before you can say Jack Robinson. He was so embarrassed, but I didn’t mind, my mother had warned me. First pussy, and the boy goes off like a rocket.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t easy. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t easy.
Your mother knew what she was doing. She told you exactly what you needed to know