My name is Elisa, and I am about 5'9", thin with honey blond hair. I'm 20 right now, though I am describing what happened when I had just turned 18, how this whole thing with my mom got started.
I never in my wildest dreams thought I would ever end up doing some of the things I do now. My mom and I live alone because my dad left when i was like, three years old. I don't think I remember him. Mom and I have always been close but I never liked any of her boyfriends and we sometimes fight about that. She would bring boyfriends home and I would just listen to the fucking in her room. I could hear them through my wall sometimes.
So when I started bringing my boyfriends home she got really controlling and wouldn't let them into my room and I couldn't sleep with them or anything, which I thought sucked and was totally unfair. We fought about that a lot. Until one day I brought my newest boyfriend home and he was really hot. I mean, he was 19 and sexy, had a good face and really nice bulge in his pants. My mom liked him cause he was nice and polite and did things polite for her. And I think she liked the way he looked, too, and seemed to keep looking at his bulge.
So John, that was my boyfriend, he comes over one day when I think she is gone and we can be alone. I really wanted to have some time alone with him cause I was still a virgin though I was trying really hard to lose it but never seemed to get the opportunity and John was just amazing. I really wanted him to be the first guy I let inside me. So we were on the couch making out and our clothes were all messed up and coming off, and I was thinking this would be it.
My mom walks in on us. I freak out, but John is just sort of mellow, like he is used to this. His pants are partly undone and his shirt is off, and I am partway undressed and my mom just stands there and looks at things for a second or two and then puts her purse down and says "So, Elisa, I think maybe I need to teach you a little bit about how to please a man."