“The Naked”

I was a natural when it came to sex. I knew, even though I’d been a virgin until I was twenty; that sex would be how I could manipulate, dominate, and control situations, tipping the needed weight to my balance.

My mother never talked to me about sex. That was my father, whom had his own close calls with husbands, early morning home telephone calls from fed up mistresses. All of these things while my parents were together, which made his turning her in, an incredibly bitch-made move. Only a jealous woman would do something like that, I’d surmised.

My first time had been a menage a trois, consisting of the hottest babysitter to have ever existed, our Spanish maid, Estrella, and a shockingly prepared me.

The moment wasn’t rushed. The younger one ripped my basketball shorts in one fierce tug, spit on my dick, and never looked back. The older, took pleasurable licks of the barely legal succubus, as she popped herself. Ginuwine’s, “When We Make Love”, begged and moaned softly in the background.

My mother met the duo as they approached the gate to leave for the evening. I stood outside smoking on a fresh batch of hydroponic, gulping water in between inhales.

“I just made $550, mom. Two hours,” I remember saying, beaming with pride from my triumphant introduction into sex.