The first sexual contact I ever had was giving a blowjob to a guy from school. It didn't go well. I didn't really know what I was doing and he didn't either.
We were parked in his truck at the overlook. I had my top off and his dick in my mouth. He had his hands on my titties and he was just beginning to breathe hard when the dome light flashed on. It was my dad, with my little sister. He pulled me out of the truck and pushed me in the backseat of his car. My blouse was left in Ronny's truck. The rest of the night was really fucked up.
Weeks later, after the fray had died down, my mother sat down with me at the kitchen table and asked me what I had been thinking that day. I should have just told her, but I was petulant and defiant. I was an adult. They had no right to humiliate me in front of my boyfriend the way they had done so I clamped my mouth shut and refused to answer any questions.
The next morning she asked again and, as before, I retreated into silence. It went on like this for about a month before I finally answered her.
"I saw this titanium tennis bracelet, at the mall," I told Mom. "Ronny told me that he would buy me the bracelet if I would suck him off and let him cum in my mouth. I've never done that before, Mom, but I was curious. What does sperm taste like? How much sperm will a blow job produce? Marie told me that she gave a guy from the Junior College a hand job and that he spurted for almost three whole minutes. She said that there was about a quart of cum in the backseat of his car afterwards and that it was warm and kinda sweet tasting. I don't know if she was telling the truth or not, but I wanted to find out. And, I really wanted that bracelet."
"Where on earth did you get the idea that doing something like that was OK?" Mom asked.
"From you, Mom, you told me all about it."
"I would never have told you anything like that dear," she put her arm around my neck. She gave me a hug and a peck on the top of my head.
