Bi-Sexual Female / 22
My mother used to be an addict and may still be however, I wouldn't know because I have seen her in 12 years. For the longest time I didn't know why she wasn't around. When I was mature enough, my dad told me what had happened. He caught her doing some sort of drugs in the house with various people (men and women). It was a drug/sex party. Not only were people doing it in their room but also mine. Long story short...that was the last time she was in that house and the last time I saw or spoke to her.
I would normally end up in my dads bed over the next couple of years. A thunderstorm, scary dream etc. I then started to go thru the change. My boobs started to come in and so did my bush. I started feeling funny feelings towards him. As I would lay near him on some nights I would move around so I could be touching him. His body felt good touching mine. My friends told me about masturbation. I tried it and it felt great. Especially on the nights in his bed.
I didn't know really what an Orgasm was. When my girlfriends would say "did you cum", I would just answer yes not really knowing what it meant. Until one night while in his bed I was doing it and came. I guess I was too loud and he woke up. He knew from one look what I was doing and what had just happened. He held me tight telling me it was OK and to enjoy the feeling. I fell asleep almost immediately.
I now knew what the prize was and masturbated almost daily. I remember thinking I wonder if it feels this good if someone else does it for you. Then it finally happened. I was doing it in his bed when he spoke up and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I pulled my hand away from myself. I guess he couldn't take it any longer and grabbed my hand and brought it to his face. He was rubbing it all over and smelling my scent. He asked if I wanted to see a boy do what you were doing. I said yes and he took off his covers...he was already naked. I watched him masturbate. I'd never seen this and was totally overtaken by my senses. Now I understand that it was the sights, sounds and smells that were driving me crazy. He reached out and stroked my breasts and then came.
This was something we shared over the next few months. He eventually ask me if I wanted to feel something really good. I said yes and it was the first time someone has went down on me. The feeling of a warm, soft tongue on your clit is amazing and you never forgot the first time it happens. I figured out that I could cum twice as fast that way and more than once.
He eventually introduced my to soft-core porn. Now I know it was so I could learn how to give a handjob and eventually a blowjob. This went on for a few years. At 15 I had the body of a women and was ready to make the move to the next level. We talked about it and finally made love. I maybe hurt some but, from masturbating with objects, I was used to things being inside me. When I came it was the warmests feeling ever. He held me tight as always then started moving again and then a came on my belly.
My sex life was perfect. Now I'm in college and the quality of "dick" out there is no comparison to those 10 years.
From time to time when I'm back home during breaks we will still make love however, now that I'm older and wiser when it comes to that stuff, I prefer a good fucking doggie style. Now when he cums and shakes all over and breathes heavy, I finally get to hold and comfort him.
I would normally end up in my dads bed over the next couple of years. A thunderstorm, scary dream etc. I then started to go thru the change. My boobs started to come in and so did my bush. I started feeling funny feelings towards him. As I would lay near him on some nights I would move around so I could be touching him. His body felt good touching mine. My friends told me about masturbation. I tried it and it felt great. Especially on the nights in his bed.
I didn't know really what an Orgasm was. When my girlfriends would say "did you cum", I would just answer yes not really knowing what it meant. Until one night while in his bed I was doing it and came. I guess I was too loud and he woke up. He knew from one look what I was doing and what had just happened. He held me tight telling me it was OK and to enjoy the feeling. I fell asleep almost immediately.
I now knew what the prize was and masturbated almost daily. I remember thinking I wonder if it feels this good if someone else does it for you. Then it finally happened. I was doing it in his bed when he spoke up and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I pulled my hand away from myself. I guess he couldn't take it any longer and grabbed my hand and brought it to his face. He was rubbing it all over and smelling my scent. He asked if I wanted to see a boy do what you were doing. I said yes and he took off his covers...he was already naked. I watched him masturbate. I'd never seen this and was totally overtaken by my senses. Now I understand that it was the sights, sounds and smells that were driving me crazy. He reached out and stroked my breasts and then came.
This was something we shared over the next few months. He eventually ask me if I wanted to feel something really good. I said yes and it was the first time someone has went down on me. The feeling of a warm, soft tongue on your clit is amazing and you never forgot the first time it happens. I figured out that I could cum twice as fast that way and more than once.
He eventually introduced my to soft-core porn. Now I know it was so I could learn how to give a handjob and eventually a blowjob. This went on for a few years. At 15 I had the body of a women and was ready to make the move to the next level. We talked about it and finally made love. I maybe hurt some but, from masturbating with objects, I was used to things being inside me. When I came it was the warmests feeling ever. He held me tight as always then started moving again and then a came on my belly.
My sex life was perfect. Now I'm in college and the quality of "dick" out there is no comparison to those 10 years.
From time to time when I'm back home during breaks we will still make love however, now that I'm older and wiser when it comes to that stuff, I prefer a good fucking doggie style. Now when he cums and shakes all over and breathes heavy, I finally get to hold and comfort him.
