LOVE OF MY LIFE

                       

My Sexual Beginings!

                                             OH THE JOY!


                  I was raised in a very conservitive Catholic home with four siblings
      ( 2 brothers, one older one younger and 2 sisters, both older). My father
      is a proud hard working man, he worked 43 years in the oil fields of Texas.
      He is a devoted family man, loves his wife and his children with all his heart.
      He was never a man who was good at expressing his feelings, but he let you
      know in his own way. He loves his beer, fishing and curses like a sailor. He
      often drank more beer than caught fish however, coming home drunk many
      a time after one of his " fishing" trips. Momma would get mad as hell, but
      knew how he was and loved him anyway.
                 My mother is a beautiful large breasted woman, a devoted Catholic,
      loving wife and mother. She was only 15 when she married my father who
      was 20. A catholic priest married them in my grandparents ( mothers side)
      backyard. They didn;t have money for an actual honeymoon, so my grand
      parents left for a couple hours that evening, so that mom and dad could
      consumate their marriage. Mom would joke that 10 minuets would have
      been plenty of time. Two days later dad  had to be at work.
                 They lived with my grandparents for 3 months before finally buying
      their own trailor house. He told me that they always had sex on the floor
      so my grandparents wouldn;t hear them. ( KIDS! Been there done that!).
                My parents have always been kind of semi open about sexuality.
       They never really discussed it, but if need be they didn't mind. Nudity
      was common and accepted in our household, nobody thought anything
      about walking around bareassed in front of everyone else. We were
      all family so what's the big deal is the way they saw it. (Let me just
      say big tits and big dicks run in my family.)
                Like I said sex wasn't discussed unless need be and there were
       several occassions where it need be. For instance, one morning
       before school my second oldest sister Gail asked innocently, " Bobby
      ( my oldest brother) your " telly " feel better?"  Bobby's face turned a
       deep crimson. Momma looked at Gail then at Bobby and said, " Bobby
      something wrong?" Poor Bobby stammerd and said " No ma'am!"
      Dear Gail wouldn't let it die however, " Yes there is, it was all big and
      you were rubbing it, I saw you!" she exclaimed. Poor Bobby had got
      caught masturbating and Gail was spilling the beans.
         Momma paused for a moment, rubbed her neck and said softly " Gail
      you need to stop tattling. Bobby, take care of your buisness at a better
      time!" and she left it at that. My dear brother Bobby related this to me
      a few years ago. We often talked and remain very close. Gail is married
      with four children of her own. Bobby is twice divorced with 2 children.
          I was around the age of 14 when I discoverd the pleasure of touching
      myself, though I do not remember experiencing an actual orgasm till I
      was nearly 16 ( Weird! I know.). I experienced my first orgasm in the
       bath where I would usually touch myself ( didn't know it was called
      masturbation until sometime later). When it happened it startled me,
      it took my breath and my body trembled a bit. I wasn't sure what had
      happened but, GOD DID IT FEEL GOOD!  So good in fact I did it
      again. From that point on I was a masturbating machine doing it every
      chance I got. I got up the nerve and told my best friend about it and she
      told me she does it to. Sometimes when we spent the night together we
      would masturbate and cum together ( read in one of my brother's porn
      magazines it was called cumming or getting off),
           I experienced intercourse also at 16. It was with a younger neighbor
      boy ( kinda cute, small dick ) he was 15. I had heard about fucking
      and wanted to experience it for myself and he agreed to assist ( what
      hormone driven young man wouldn't jump at the chance for a piece
      of ass! ). We were in his father's shed, I had on a pair of shorts ( no
      panties and one of my brother's T-shirts ( No bra ).
      We shut the shed door, I slipped off my shorts exposing my lightly
      coverd young puss and laid on the wooden floor.. He gawked at me
      for a moment then dropped his shorts, his pecker was hard and stuck
      out like a little wooden peg. I remember telling him before he got between
     my legs, " Don't you dare squirt in me ! "
         He nodded then with my help guided his cock past my cunt lips into
      me. I was wet as hell so he slipped right in, it didn't really hurt just some
      minor discomfort at first. He thrust like maybe four times then grunted
      " Oh Shit ! " pulled out just as he began pumping out nut juice all over
      my thigh. I couldn't help and laugh at the faces he made ( he did exspell
     alot of spunk. Either the boy never jacked-off or it had been a while
    since he did so! ). Overall it was an interesting but disappointing experience,
     since I didn't cum like when I masturbated. I cleaned myself dressed and
     left without saying a word. I went home, went to my room and masturbated
     myself to orgasm.
           About three weeks later, I gave another neighbor boy a thrill. He was
     also sixteen and had a bigger cock. His parents were not home and he got
     me in his bed and wore a condom ( He let me put it on! Cool! ). He pounded
     me good for about 5 or 10 minuets and for the first time I came in a way other
     than masturbating. I felt like a true woman when after he ejaculated, we lay
     in bed next to each other. It wasn't long before he was hard again ( thanks to
     my playing with his meat and potatoes! It was when I learned a guy likes his
     nuts fondled. ) and I was eager for more dick! We barely had the new condom
     on, when I mounted him and rode him like a bitch in heat as I reached another
     orgasm.
          We continued our heated sexual affair up until I met my husband and broke
     it off. Five years later he ( Kyle ) was killed in a motorcycle accident. I attended
     the funeral, and though I didn't love him, I felt a part of me died with him.
     My soon to be husband understood, so the night after the funeral, we made love.
     I asked him if it would be ok if I said Kyle's name when I orgasmed. He said he
     had no problem with it if I did. So as he ate me out, I came and exclaimed Ray's
     name in a sexual tribute.
     
 
 



     
   

     

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                                           Welcome to Momma's Room !


                        Hello and welcome to "Mom's Sex Blog". My name is Joan and
             I am the creator of this naughty little blog. This blog is for adults only, so
             if you are under the age of 18 please leave immediately.
                       I am a 48 year old happily married woman, mother of three ( 2
             daughters ages 24 & 20, One son age 17) and a nurse by profession.
              My husband Ray is a handsome man of 51 and works offshore on a
              drilling rig. We have been married for 26 loving years.
                      I decided to start this blog after visiting Dick N Janes Blog and
              my love of sex. When I mentioned to Ray about doing a sex blog, he
              thought it interesting and supported me in this venture.
                      My oldest daughter Melissa who married just last year thought it
              to be a great outlet to talk about sexual matters, not to mention a
              tremendous turn-on. She will assist me and put her own spin on
              things. She came up with the bog's name " Mom's Sex Blog".