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I have my Mothers Genes and love for MenThey say the answer is in your genetic code and I inherited my looks and sexual drive from my mother.She was also a tall blond, with slim figure and typical Swedish attributes, blue to grey eyed, small breasts and alabaster skin, that turned golden, when tanned.Mummy had other attributes, perhaps an abnormal level of testosterone, the male hormone responsible for both our high sex drive, yes I also inherited the need for men, more tellingly, groups of men, at the same time.I was introduced to sex at an early age, we had advertised ourselves as naturalists, which most Swedes practised, under strict moral codes of conduct, and it was the later, where we differed, as the word moral, was conveniently left at the door.as I grew-up I developed an unhealthy desire to be nude in front of men. I am sure those who observed me enjoyed my body in its stages of development, being exposed to their prying eyes.Of course there was a sexual element to my showing-off to the men, it turned me on and introduced me to habitual masturbation, something I still do on a daily basis, can you imagine a girl jacking-off every day in her life, for me, I guess I am approaching 10,000 orgasms, and that is self abuse and not counting those with men.I can remember lying in bed kurtköy escort and waking to my mother making strange noises, getting up and peeking through the keyhole in the door adjoining our rooms.Their were a group of men in the bed and mummy was in the centre, all were naked, and she was being fucked by them.I left the room and walked past her room on my way to the toilet, stopping at her open door I counted five men in there, noting they all had erections and were touching mummy while two of them were having sex with her as the others touched themselves and her simultaneously.One man turned and saw me standing there and walked over to the door, his penis bobbing inches from my face, ‘Be a good girl’, he said, ‘Mummies having some fun’, he continued, adding, ‘Go back to bed, and wait’.I waked in the direction of the toilet, passing the living room, where daddy slept on the settee, in a drunken stupor, no we were not naturalists, we were swingers, with one difference, only men came to party, daddy drank, and mummy fucked.I climbed back into bed and listened to the sex going-on in the next room, it was loud, it was raw and everyone was having a ball.It stirred me and my hormones kicked-in and I started touching myself in a strange but pleasurable way, I took maltepe escort my knickers off and rolled them tight, like a cigar, and pulled them tight into my crotch. I then crossed my legs, reached behind and started trying to pull them out, drawing them across my vagina feeling the pleasure on my clitoris, as if someone was pulling my knickers off me to fuck me, and I was resisting, by crossing my legs.So here I was at an early age in my first sexual scenario, I knew what the value of my pussy was to men, and it turned me on.I was lying away from my room door, naked and on top of the sheets. I was almost doubled-up with my knees almost in the foetal position, reaching behind and pulling on my slowly escaping knickers, and almost at the point of no return, when a new force was applied to pulling my knickers from between my legs.I never heard him enter, as the fucking in the next room was at a crescendo, nor did I turn to see who pulled them out, as I quietly turned face down on the sweaty sheets, I relaxed, surrendered, as he lay on top of me and eased himself into me.There was no pain, only a pleasurable fulfilling sensation as my legs seemed to open to some invisible command, it felt good and I found myself now enacting and getting into the rhythm with kartal escort mummy, what a class act, mummy and daughter lying face down on our respective beds, satisfying men, with unprotected sex.I could feel his warm breath on my neck and his kisses, as he left a wet trail of saliva across the nape of my neck and shoulder blades.The smell of my girlish body, unadulterated by perfumes or cosmetics, the feel his penis felt in my tight environment as he humped in and out, and my responsive moaning, coupling with mummies moaning, must have been music to his ears, as his hot stream of sperm shot from his penis and cascaded across my nubile body, landing on the pillow and in my hair, there seemed to be a lot of it, and the bitter saltiness as it found its way into my mouth, which I placed onto it as it lay in a thick globular heap beside me.I had seen porn with my dad and facials had always aroused a curiosity in me, now I was washing my face in sperm and marvelling at its rejuvenating powers, as I asked him to go back into me and continue.’Don’t move sweetheart’, he said as he wiped his cock on my bare ass, ‘I get another man for you’, and he was gone.There was silence next door, momentarily, the the fucking started again, and two men came into my room and climbed onto my bed.I never talked to mummy about it, but I suspect she knew I had performed with the same men as she had, we had milked them dry, enhancing her notoriety as a slut, but now her young daughter was providing an extra three orifices, our house was never short of naturist’s, all men of course
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