Straight Female / 41
I want to title this REGRET.
When I was sixteen my mother and I lived in a small town and she was a waitress at the only decent restaurant. She worked until 10 and usually got home around 11 at night. She went on at five so I had the evenings to myself. Of course I had a curfew and I was told not to let anyone in and all that, but I was sixteen and the property maintenance man knew I was alone and he came over to our apartment and fucked me. Don't get me wrong, I loved getting fucked.
I could milk him with a blowjob and I liked getting fucked in the ass. I didn't have anything to compare him to at the time, but he had a big and thick dick and I would sit on the couch and he would lower his pants and let his dick hang out and I would suck him and jerk him off and then spread myself for him. The couch was dark but if you looked at it you could see all the left overs of when we fucked on it. We also fucked on my mother's bed because my bed was a single bed.
She found out about him coming over from the neighbor who told her one day if she was aware that the maintenance man was coming over at night before she got home from work. She confronted me about it and I told her he did come and he fucked me. She asked me if I was OK with that and I told her the truth, I liked it and it felt good. My mother never questioned me again about it, she just got me on the pill.
On her day off a couple of weeks later she asked him to come and have dinner because she wanted to talk with him about it. It was one of those dinners where she put out a lot of rules, he said he would follow the rules, but in the end he came over and we fucked.
I grew up and left home with a boy I had met and got into sales and started to make pretty good money, much more than my mother ever made. I met this guy at work who was divorced, we got married and I had a couple of kids. My daughter is now sixteen and I could never imagine her having sex with some forty year old maintenance man. She has all sorts of after school activities and she has been given the blow by blow sex talk. When I was sixteen I felt I was all grown up. She is sixteen and I think of her being too young to decided what to order when we go out.
My husband doesn't know about my time when I was sixteen and seventeen, and I would never tell him. I also would never tell him that my first lover was quite a bit bigger than my husband is, not that it matters. My mother has either forgotten or doesn't bring any of that time up. She is old, considering the way she had to work, and she is in an apartment at a subsidized housing complex in town. My sixteen year old goes and stays with her after school.
When I was sixteen my mother and I lived in a small town and she was a waitress at the only decent restaurant. She worked until 10 and usually got home around 11 at night. She went on at five so I had the evenings to myself. Of course I had a curfew and I was told not to let anyone in and all that, but I was sixteen and the property maintenance man knew I was alone and he came over to our apartment and fucked me. Don't get me wrong, I loved getting fucked.
I could milk him with a blowjob and I liked getting fucked in the ass. I didn't have anything to compare him to at the time, but he had a big and thick dick and I would sit on the couch and he would lower his pants and let his dick hang out and I would suck him and jerk him off and then spread myself for him. The couch was dark but if you looked at it you could see all the left overs of when we fucked on it. We also fucked on my mother's bed because my bed was a single bed.
She found out about him coming over from the neighbor who told her one day if she was aware that the maintenance man was coming over at night before she got home from work. She confronted me about it and I told her he did come and he fucked me. She asked me if I was OK with that and I told her the truth, I liked it and it felt good. My mother never questioned me again about it, she just got me on the pill.
On her day off a couple of weeks later she asked him to come and have dinner because she wanted to talk with him about it. It was one of those dinners where she put out a lot of rules, he said he would follow the rules, but in the end he came over and we fucked.
I grew up and left home with a boy I had met and got into sales and started to make pretty good money, much more than my mother ever made. I met this guy at work who was divorced, we got married and I had a couple of kids. My daughter is now sixteen and I could never imagine her having sex with some forty year old maintenance man. She has all sorts of after school activities and she has been given the blow by blow sex talk. When I was sixteen I felt I was all grown up. She is sixteen and I think of her being too young to decided what to order when we go out.
My husband doesn't know about my time when I was sixteen and seventeen, and I would never tell him. I also would never tell him that my first lover was quite a bit bigger than my husband is, not that it matters. My mother has either forgotten or doesn't bring any of that time up. She is old, considering the way she had to work, and she is in an apartment at a subsidized housing complex in town. My sixteen year old goes and stays with her after school.
