This is my first attempt in writing my stories. I know my grammar is going to be off but I'm not a Pulitzer Prize writer. This is multi chapter adventure about changes I think were for the better. Please be nice to me and enjoy, Sara.
Hey all. My name is Sara Winston. I'm a married mother of an 18 year old son named Josh. We live in western Vermont 10 miles south of Burlington. I'm 5'2" about 120 lbs with blond hair and large brown eyes, Doe eyes. I have nice 34b breasts that have large swollen areolas and ever firm nipples and a 38 inch butt with a 25 inch waist. I'm not a beauty queen but far from unattractive. This is a true story on my evolution.
My husband, Ron is the General Manager of their family auto dealerships along with his 3 brothers and recently retired Father, Ted. Ron is the oldest by a year and the smallest of the brothers.
A little about me. I grew up 10 miles from where we presently live with my Mom and Dad, Brenda and Ed Jacobs. Mom was quiet and Dad was a hard worker and had a small tool sharpening company in town and was partner with a local insurance company. We were not rich but we didn't go without either, comfortable.
My childhood was different, I felt love but also felt in the way at times. Being an only child I often wondered if I was a mistake. My house was at times cold and unloving I accepted as normal.
I was a geek and didn't date until I got to High School and met Ben. Ben was nerdy like me and accepted me as an underdeveloped 15 year old geek. Me and Ben dated through most of High School and the summer between my sophomore and junior years my flat body bloomed. Instead of Ben having a skinny awkward girl on his arm, he now was in the arms of a hot young lady. I developed 34b breasts and my butt went from flat to a nice bubble butt that I cherished. Thin waist, crop tops and nice jeans, Ben was beaming.
Over the next 2 years we petted and made out but no sex, which was fine with both of us. I had trouble regulating my period and I was put on birth control pills to help out when I was 16. It seemed to help, thankfully.
Our first real chance was when Ben's parents were going on a weekend away for Ben's Dad work. His parents trusted Ben enough to let him stay alone.
Needless to say we planned on that being the night we consummated our relationship. An older friend got us a six pack and some cheap wine. Ben picked me up that afternoon and I left with the pretense, I was sleeping over a friends house.
We went directly back to Ben's and nervously drank a beer and tried to relax. I soon slipped next to him on the couch and our lips met. Ben immediately undressed me and saw me naked for the first time and I felt a warm proud feeling. Ben undressed and I saw my first penis. I didn't know if it was big or small but it was scary looking.
We kissed some more as Ben was feeling my body and playing with my sparse pubic hair. We ended in Ben's bedroom and within a couple minutes of fumbling, Ben was half deep in me. My hymen popped and Ben slid his whole penis in me and came. No pumping that I heard about, no screaming in pleasure, nothing.
Ben pulled out and felt proud and I felt all his sperm leaking out and shamefully asked for some tissues.
Over the weekend we tried a couple more times and almost the same results. Poke then sperm.
I wasn't disappointed just confused.
A month later Ben came by my house and told me his family was relocating with his Dad's job. I was heartbroken. Two weeks later I wept as Ben drove off.
I graduated from high school and wanted to wait on college and was working at our local grocery store.
Nine months later I was working when this guy came through my lane. He was nice looking and was shyly flirting. I turned red and tried to flirt back awkwardly.
Over the next week the guy stopped in the store a few times and always came through my lane.
One day he asked me out to dinner. His name was Ron Winston and my father was pleased when I told them I was going out with him.
"The Winston's are a proud family around town" Dad stated.
Ron picked me up on Friday night and after charming my parents we headed out. On the way to the restaurant Ron took a bottle of what looked like whiskey and started drinking it. He offered me a sip which I politely refused. After a nice dinner we headed to one of Ron's friends house. There was a small party going on and I watched Ron get drunk. I was disappointed and accepted a ride home from another couple.
A few days later Ron came through my lane again and sheepishly apologized. I accepted and also accepted a make up date the following night.
We dated for the next six months and I realized Ron was a drinker.
On our nine month anniversary Ron proposed and I accepted. I was 20 and Ron was 26. Most of the time we were active sexually but straight missionary. Ron was nice but Ben was larger and neither could last more then a couple minutes before orgasm. I never experienced one and at that point I never knew woman had orgasms.
We had the typical wedding. Families were joined and people drank and partied. Our Wedding Night I felt the scorn of my first and far from last "Whiskey Dick". Ron got drunk and couldn't perform.
On our honeymoon Ron drank from sun up until he passed out. We made love 3 times in 2 weeks on St. Croix. Ron reasoned the honeymoon was for partying, I thought a honeymoon was supposed to be romantic.
We returned home, me well tanned, Ron as white as milk. We found a nice 4 bedroom house on 30 acres of land with 3 acres cleared for our yard. The yard had a large patio and outdoor kitchen that Ron loved. I loved the in ground pool and 2 acres of lawn and gardens.
We settled in and I worked hard making our house a home. Ron would come home at the same time everyday half drunk.
A couple months later I told Ron I was pregnant about 6 weeks along. Over the next week I don't think he took a sober breath celebrating his accomplishment.
A week later Ron came home and told me his Dad was retiring and as the oldest and with the most experience Ron was being promoted to General Manager. He was excited and asked me to dinner with some prospective clients the following night. I accepted being a housewife a night out sounded nice.