Chapter 9: My Mom’s Guidance and Support

My mother was extremely supportive of me as I grew up and I trusted her enough to talk with her about everything - and I mean EVERYTHING. Sometimes I think she was reliving her childhood through me, only to a more extreme degree. When I was little, she would buy me the cutest skirt outfits that were extremely short, revealing my pink cotton panties much of the time. Even though I didn’t have a figure, she would buy me bikinis even as a young girl that were considerably more suggestive than most girls that age were wearing.

When I started showing an interest in masturbation, mom was right there to help me and guide me. She was heavily into her toys, having a drawer full of them in the nightstand next to her side of the bed. She showed me how to use them and offered them to me for whenever I wanted one. My mom was the one who encouraged me to openly masturbate rather than hide away in my bedroom. I certainly didn’t realize it at the time, but looking back I have to wonder if perhaps it was her way of compensating my dad for his holding back from doing anything with me.

Publicly, my mom encouraged me to be an unabashed slut, always telling me, “If you got it, flaunt it.” Although at times she would pretend to be aghast at some of my skimpier or more revealing outfits but the reality is she helped me buy many of the sluttiest ones. Despite her teasing at times, I can’t remember a single time she made me change into something more conservative before I could go out. She even seemed to get off a bit from seeing the reaction I got from people.

As my most trusted confidante, mom was the first person I told after I sucked my first dick. She was also the first to get the news when the same boy later took my virginity. Rather than lecture me, she was proud, relieved, and maybe a little worried. Proud because her little girl had reached some major milestones in her life. Relieved that it went well for me (thanks in no small part to her helping me to be prepared). Worried because she knew she couldn’t hold back any longer in get me on birth control. What I didn’t know at the time was how disappointed she was that my dad wasn’t the one to take my cherry. The shame is, she was the one that was largely responsible for that.

It’s not like my mom approved of EVERYTHING I did, but even when she wasn’t thrilled with me she was still supportive and tried to guide me rather than lecture me. Perhaps the difficult time was when I told her that I’d been fucked by a dog. THAT really bothered her, I could tell. She thought that sex with animals was disgusting and was more than a little disturbed that I’d done such a “nasty” thing. So long as it was just an experimental thing and not something I did routinely, she was able to live with it. How wonderful of a mom is that?