I grew up on a farm in the mountains of West Virginia. My grandmother lived with us. One day we saw these two dogs mating and she said she always wondered what it would be like to have a big old dog mount her. I was under ten, and asked my mother about that. She was surprised that grandma said that, but dismissed it.
Grandma talked a lot about a man mounting her. She told me about that man who was a traveling salesman, and how he trapped her in the shed. She told me about old man Richards who mounted her when she was in high school. She told me about that cute army boy who she pulled onto her before he went off to war in Viet Nam. I was eleven years old and she showed me the right way to hold my legs open, and the wrong way. A boy needs to get into you, so open wide and lock your legs around him.
My mother was angry at my grandmother for telling me these things. My grandmother told my mother I had to learn about the birds and bees, and it was better to learn at home than under some boy at the football game. When the titty fairy came to see me and I was ready for a bra grandma took me. I stood there, with my titties out and grandma telling me that one day some boy was going to grab them and squeeze them.
On my first date grandma made me wear a menstrual pad, one of those huge ones. In case the boy’s hand went down there, he’d pull it out before any damage was done. When I was eighteen and I had finished high school and before I went off to college my grandma told me to get some boy to mount me. I didn’t want to show up at college a virgin country girl.
The boy who got the honors worked for the munitions company. He ‘banged’ me, no pun intended. Instead of going off to college I got married and had a baby. Grandma hadn’t told me I had to push him off before he came in me.
Now I’m the mother, my mother is the grandmother and I have an eleven year old, going on thirty. She has two older sisters who tell her everything. She is going on the pill. She’s been instructed, shown what she needs to see, her sisters have given her the nitty gritty, and I’m sitting back hoping this one doesn’t get pregnant.
