I'm Tina and this is tale continues the story of my life.
My father was always cheating on my mother and when I grew up. This really pissed me off.
In fact we didn't speak for the last ten years until he died. Then I was with him and he wanted forgiveness from me and from my mother for all his screw-ups over the years.
Of course I told him he was forgiven but I will never be the wife sitting at home while her husband fools around.
If I'm unhappy with my husband, I'm going to fool around first.
Now I think the only thing I inherited from my father was an
insatiable sex drive.
Growing up, I was abused as a young child by my cousin. I'm still angry how I was taken advantage of.
My mother used to whack me with the back of a hairbrush every day for being naughty. But I got used to it so didn't feel the pain.
I don't remember too much about those early years but by the time I was in high school I was having a great time.
I was always skipping classes to mess around with the boys
drinking and smoking. I probably spent more time in the back
seat of beat-up cars than in the classroom.
I got married at eighteen to my high school sweetie Jose and had my son Enrique. I soon found out that this marriage was not made in heaven.
Jose was OK when sober but was a wife-beater when he got drunk. I stood it for a few years but then decided to leave him, his abusive ways and his tiny dick. Read on.
I'm the youngest of a very large family, with 12 brothers and sisters. When I was growing up we used to tease the boy next door, Rodriguez.
He was 7 years younger than me but always had a crush on me.
After my divorce at 22 I was wild. I guess I had to get the
disappointment out of my system. Then one day I saw my young
friend Rod going by. I thought I'd have some fun with him.
"Hi, Rod" I said. He looked at me and flushed. I had a short red miniskirt on and a tiny yellow tank top straining against my big boobs.
"You want to come in for a coffee?" I didn't have to ask twice. Rod leapt at the chance.
"How are you, Tina" he asked politely while he was staring at my top.
"I'm fine" I replied, "how's school?"
" OK, I guess" he mumbled totally distracted as I leaned over to empty the old coffee in the trash.
"Or do you want a beer" I asked.
"Sure" he replied. At this moment he would do anything I wanted.
"Let's see what's on TV". We went into the front room.
I sat on the sofa and he sat across from me. There was some football game on.
I put the beer on the floor so he saw my big jugs. He was getting really red.
"Why don't you come over here and watch the game" I opened my legs slightly so he could just see my panties.
Of course he was over like a flash.
"Come here" I said hugging him gently. Then he kissed me and we went from there.
In no time he had my tank top off and was working on my bra.
"Let me help you" I said unsnapping the bra clip. I was getting so hot for him.
"Do these look good to you?" He was in heaven.
"Wow, Tina, you look good." I lay back on the sofa and hitched up my mini.
Then took his hand and guided it to my panties.
"Want a little candy," I asked. He wanted it but didn't know how to do it.
There's a first time for everything. I opened my legs wide and pressed him against me.
Suddenly he found the sweet spot and slid in his hard little wiener.
"Wow" I sighed.
But now little rod was going strong. Again and again he pumped me until he finally came off and I felt his wetness inside me.
It was so good I didn't want him to stop.
But he was spent so we cuddled and watched a little TV.
Soon after he moved to a different school and I didn't see him
for a while.
I was getting depressed as I was putting on so much weight never mind what diet I tried.
My clothes didn't fit anymore and I was borrowing from my older sister.
One day she said to me "Tina you look like you're pregnant. Let's go for a checkup".
I couldn't believe the results. I was six months pregnant, too late to do anything about it.
And the baby was brain damaged.
I called Rod and he was shocked.
"Never mind" I said "I'll take care of everything before they arrest us".
Now I was really depressed especially when I finally had the brain-dead baby at full term.
After it was over my sister told my mother. She was so mad with me and called me all kinds of hurtful names to my face.
Sometimes my family is too close.
I occasionally still see Rod and know he still loves me.
And I love him too.
Why not, after all he is my brother Roger's eldest son.
I bet that surprised you. My life even surprises me sometimes.
Now I can hardly believe this happened.