Raising Her Daughter in Spokane Part Nine

One day I recieved an email from an anonymous sender. When I opened it up, I found four pictures of my Mom -- pictures a daughter much less a son do not normally see of their Mom.

The email did not as I mentioned reveal who had sent it to me and it only contained two sentences beyond the images.  It read "Your Mom loves taking big dick.  Someday you will love taking  big dick as much as she does."

I may be making too much of the choice of words in this email.  As I read them a second and their time, they offered no clue as to the sender.

My first thought was that it was the man in the pictures.  Who was he?  Could it be my Dad?  I recognized the furniture so I knew the pictures were taken in our home.  But I also knew Mom had no qualms about having men come over to our house.

But could it have been my Dad?  He did not like the path my life was  taking and no doubt it was because he did not like the idea of me being a girl.  Or more importantly a woman.  But just because it could be my Dad sending the images, that is  not to say that it was my Dad in the photos.  In fact, having seen my Dad in shorts and swim  trunnks, I think the legs suggest it is not my Dad.  Not does he seem to have  the belly -- "spare tire" -- that my Dad has.

It seemed somewhat bold of a man  to send me the photos.  What if I were to go to my Mom and show them to her?  No doubt she would be able to put a name to the anonymous sender.  The guy would have been asking for trouble.

Then an thought occurred to me.  There was probably only one person that I knew -- that would have known my email address -- that might have had had a motivation for seding me the photos.  That person was my Mom.

I had somewhat expected for quite some time that one of the reasons I always heard my Mom screaming out during sex with other men when it was just her and I at home was because she wanted mt to know how great it felt to be a woman.  Was  this another effort on her part to teach me something of the joy of being a woman.

There is one reason this made the most sense to me.  It would have been too much of a gamble for any man with the possible excception of my Dad.  And more importantly, no one knew me better than my Mom.  And as foretold in the email, I did come to love taking big dick like she took from this guy.