Mom Cheats On Dad -- A Lot

I am not certain that it is appropriate on these pages to go into so much detail about my Mom and her sexual history. I do so for a few reasons.

• I am not sharing (essentially) anything that my dad did not know or suspect or come to know.
• I would develop a moral companss when it came to sex  that was very similar to hers.
• I learned a great deal about being a woman from watching my Mom and t his included her flirtations that more often than not seem to lead to sex.
• Sex became the nirvana I sought in no small part to the sound of my Mother's screams and moans on those occasions I heard her getting fucked.
• My mom is hot. (Who's to deny she isn't?)  I quickly picked up on what men found  attractive in women by observing they responded to my Mom. It was my inspiration to always look my best.
• Watching  Mom I learned how easy it was for a woman to get what she wanted if what she wanted was cock.

While these are all reasons I chose to talk about my Mom, they are not the main reason I am doing so.  I truly and sincerely believe that the reasons I know so much about my my Mom's sex life is because Mom wanted me to know everything about it.  She wanted me to know how great it was to be a woman.

Mom wanted me to come downstairs and hear her getting fucked.

Mom knew that I knew her male friends were not all business partners and old high schools chums.

Mom knew I knew why I was so often dropped off to spend two hours or so with my aunt.

Mom had to know that I could wake up in the middle of the night and hear her next door getting fucked.

I do not want you to get the impression that Mom was trying to teach me about sex.  While that may have been the subtext, I  think she was actually letting me know how great sex could be.  That it was not something to be afraid of.

Or maybe it was just that Mom knew I was destined to be a whore.  And in her own way she was teaching me that being a whore is not as bad as some may suspect it to be.

One morning Mom and I were in Seattle and she had gotten us seperate room, which she often did if the rates were low.  When I came to her room the next morning, I saw several bills fanned out on the table in her room. When I asked about it, she said she had gone to the store the previous evening after I went to bed. She had won it playing a scratch card.

I looked at the money for a long moment and then I said, "Men will pay a lot of money to have sex with you, wont' they Mom?"

She looked at me for a long moment herself and then she said, "Yes, they do. But mostly they are just paying for the sex." She paused for a few moments and then said, "It is something any girl can do to make a few dollars extra cash if she needs it. Any girl."  Mom never referred to me as a boy.  She always referred to me as a girl.  I knew when she said 'any girl' exactly who she meant.

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