A life course (2)
2. On a journey of discovery
When I was about eight or **************, my parents decided to live independently. A new world blossomed, just like it did for my parents.
My father was finally the head of the family he couldn't have been all these years...but not to my undivided enthusiasm...brutal, stern, overly authoritarian...away from the feminine stern but loving world I was so used to . Oh, I don't really blame him, after all, he was raised that way before the war himself, and had even taken advantage of that war to escape that tyranny.
Mom was a different case. Suddenly she had to run a household alone instead of two (Maraine limited herself to giving guidelines but didn't cook or clean herself) and since I already knew how to cook and clean I helped her diligently... our bond became even more deeply.
Fortunately, because that way we could also comfort each other when daddy came home intoxicated... before he didn't have to try that with his mom as head of the family, but now he could... and he had a bad aftertaste, yell, yes even hit her... the evenings were rarely pleasant moments.
During the day, however, Mama enjoyed her freedom to the fullest, at last she was queen in her own little kingdom... did and wore what and when she wanted without any supervision, approval or disapproval... and that clothing was, in the summer that is. , a real feast for my eyes. The higher the temperatures, the shorter the skirts and the deeper the plunging necklines...they seemed to melt like snow under the sun....until they were finally melted. A little secret between mom and me because dad wasn't allowed to know.
Sex education classes had yet to be invented in the mid-fifties, but I was already receiving visual instruction... and the first jitters between my legs. I finally knew what those strange soft humpbacks my friends called "tetten" and whom I loved to snuggle against when I was hugged in their laps looked like in real life.
Wonderful to see... and to feel. It was not allowed, because Mama always corrected me when I did, but as Mama's baby I needed cuddles even more than before... standing with my head pressed against her stomach and eyes up for that wonderful close-up panorama of mountains with a lovely valley in between or sitting with my head pressed against one and a wonderful view of the other... I didn't get much further though because when I gave them kisses mom stopped me, sighing while pointing out to me that I wasn't a baby anymore, that the time of suckling was long gone and wouldn't come back...
I doubted that, one day her breasts looked unusual with dark red and purple spots. It's because of daddy she said; I knew immediately that it was still possible to suck on it, but I still didn't understand why they made so much noise before that last night that it woke me up. And daddy had apparently misunderstood because the milk only came from the nipple? While mommy's breasts were covered in sucking and squeezing marks? That's probably why the noise... he just couldn't do it so mommy was wailing and screaming and daddy groaned by futile effort. Yes, I learned more, I now knew that giving milk was not as easy as I thought.
Mama also lost more and more of her timisity against me. The white panties she used to wear were replaced after a while by smaller and more lace-up panties, I actually noticed that hair was growing between her legs. However, she reassured me by telling me that it was normal, that everyone had it and that I shouldn't worry, I would also get it ; so I didn't have to sit and study my pubic area in such a dismay... a few days later, by the way, I noticed that there was still a difference between us.
I came down the stairs, unusually quiet for me, when I saw that Mama apparently had a strong itching on her penis as she rubbed and scratched it and moaned at it... surprise! Nature apparently provides balance, men may have no breasts but hihi women don't have a penis... 1 – 1 so, equal game, and reason for a lesson in sex education... how are c***dren made.
At about the same time we visited a farm with the class. No petting zoo because they hadn't been invented it yet, no, a real, huge, square farm. The farmer himself gave us a tour. With his riding boots, he looked more like a lord of the manor than the bony, weather-beaten peasant in blue cloth coat and clogs we expected... and besides the farm implements, he also explained to us that when the bull gets to the cow, calves come out of it.
During the traditional Sunday morning walk, daddy agreed with my assumption that it was the same with people... why both the teacher then and daddy got a tan while doing so, I didn't understand very well, but, well, you can't learn everything at the same time.
Daddy must have taken that lesson too because when I was ************** I suddenly had a sister, well suddenly, it took months and mom's belly and breasts kept getting bigger... she really wanted out because you could feel her tossing and turning.. When mom was gone for a few days, mami and maraine explained to me that mom had gone to buy a baby... I knew better but kept that wisdom to myself for the sake of caution. When asked if I wanted a brother or a sister, I spontaneously answered a sister because it's more fun to play with... c***dlike wisdom that I would keep for the rest of my life.
I was quite happy with my sister, although I couldn't do much with it... besides sleeping and crying it didn't really do anything, or at least eat! I looked forward to that, when daddy ate his hot food in the evening and there was left over, I could have the leftovers for dessert with my evening bread... maybe that was also the case with my sister...
My dreams of sucking on mommy's breast didn't come true... she got a baby bottle! When I asked Mom, not understanding how and why, she explained that putting a baby on sometimes hurt and that her breasts would sag even more. With an explanation like that I understood even less... Mama squeezed a trickle of milk out of it, explained about cracks in the nipples and, to comfort me, let me suck her nipple for a while... Heavenly, but much too short, less than a minute... When they were engaged Dad was friends with an amateur photographer and Mom showed me one of the black and white photos to show me the difference between her with young girls tits and her breasts now...I thought both were equally beautiful but now also understood why sister didn't get what I had got... after all, a little sagging created a horny fold of skin at the bottom of the breasts, but hanging on the stomach didn't seem such a good idea to me.
As a side effect of this anatomy lesson, it started to itch irresistibly and my penis became completely stiff... so I told mom that I was going to play in my room... for the first time, but not for the last.. ...actually to this day.
When I was about eight or **************, my parents decided to live independently. A new world blossomed, just like it did for my parents.
My father was finally the head of the family he couldn't have been all these years...but not to my undivided enthusiasm...brutal, stern, overly authoritarian...away from the feminine stern but loving world I was so used to . Oh, I don't really blame him, after all, he was raised that way before the war himself, and had even taken advantage of that war to escape that tyranny.
Mom was a different case. Suddenly she had to run a household alone instead of two (Maraine limited herself to giving guidelines but didn't cook or clean herself) and since I already knew how to cook and clean I helped her diligently... our bond became even more deeply.
Fortunately, because that way we could also comfort each other when daddy came home intoxicated... before he didn't have to try that with his mom as head of the family, but now he could... and he had a bad aftertaste, yell, yes even hit her... the evenings were rarely pleasant moments.
During the day, however, Mama enjoyed her freedom to the fullest, at last she was queen in her own little kingdom... did and wore what and when she wanted without any supervision, approval or disapproval... and that clothing was, in the summer that is. , a real feast for my eyes. The higher the temperatures, the shorter the skirts and the deeper the plunging necklines...they seemed to melt like snow under the sun....until they were finally melted. A little secret between mom and me because dad wasn't allowed to know.
Sex education classes had yet to be invented in the mid-fifties, but I was already receiving visual instruction... and the first jitters between my legs. I finally knew what those strange soft humpbacks my friends called "tetten" and whom I loved to snuggle against when I was hugged in their laps looked like in real life.
Wonderful to see... and to feel. It was not allowed, because Mama always corrected me when I did, but as Mama's baby I needed cuddles even more than before... standing with my head pressed against her stomach and eyes up for that wonderful close-up panorama of mountains with a lovely valley in between or sitting with my head pressed against one and a wonderful view of the other... I didn't get much further though because when I gave them kisses mom stopped me, sighing while pointing out to me that I wasn't a baby anymore, that the time of suckling was long gone and wouldn't come back...
I doubted that, one day her breasts looked unusual with dark red and purple spots. It's because of daddy she said; I knew immediately that it was still possible to suck on it, but I still didn't understand why they made so much noise before that last night that it woke me up. And daddy had apparently misunderstood because the milk only came from the nipple? While mommy's breasts were covered in sucking and squeezing marks? That's probably why the noise... he just couldn't do it so mommy was wailing and screaming and daddy groaned by futile effort. Yes, I learned more, I now knew that giving milk was not as easy as I thought.
Mama also lost more and more of her timisity against me. The white panties she used to wear were replaced after a while by smaller and more lace-up panties, I actually noticed that hair was growing between her legs. However, she reassured me by telling me that it was normal, that everyone had it and that I shouldn't worry, I would also get it ; so I didn't have to sit and study my pubic area in such a dismay... a few days later, by the way, I noticed that there was still a difference between us.
I came down the stairs, unusually quiet for me, when I saw that Mama apparently had a strong itching on her penis as she rubbed and scratched it and moaned at it... surprise! Nature apparently provides balance, men may have no breasts but hihi women don't have a penis... 1 – 1 so, equal game, and reason for a lesson in sex education... how are c***dren made.
At about the same time we visited a farm with the class. No petting zoo because they hadn't been invented it yet, no, a real, huge, square farm. The farmer himself gave us a tour. With his riding boots, he looked more like a lord of the manor than the bony, weather-beaten peasant in blue cloth coat and clogs we expected... and besides the farm implements, he also explained to us that when the bull gets to the cow, calves come out of it.
During the traditional Sunday morning walk, daddy agreed with my assumption that it was the same with people... why both the teacher then and daddy got a tan while doing so, I didn't understand very well, but, well, you can't learn everything at the same time.
Daddy must have taken that lesson too because when I was ************** I suddenly had a sister, well suddenly, it took months and mom's belly and breasts kept getting bigger... she really wanted out because you could feel her tossing and turning.. When mom was gone for a few days, mami and maraine explained to me that mom had gone to buy a baby... I knew better but kept that wisdom to myself for the sake of caution. When asked if I wanted a brother or a sister, I spontaneously answered a sister because it's more fun to play with... c***dlike wisdom that I would keep for the rest of my life.
I was quite happy with my sister, although I couldn't do much with it... besides sleeping and crying it didn't really do anything, or at least eat! I looked forward to that, when daddy ate his hot food in the evening and there was left over, I could have the leftovers for dessert with my evening bread... maybe that was also the case with my sister...
My dreams of sucking on mommy's breast didn't come true... she got a baby bottle! When I asked Mom, not understanding how and why, she explained that putting a baby on sometimes hurt and that her breasts would sag even more. With an explanation like that I understood even less... Mama squeezed a trickle of milk out of it, explained about cracks in the nipples and, to comfort me, let me suck her nipple for a while... Heavenly, but much too short, less than a minute... When they were engaged Dad was friends with an amateur photographer and Mom showed me one of the black and white photos to show me the difference between her with young girls tits and her breasts now...I thought both were equally beautiful but now also understood why sister didn't get what I had got... after all, a little sagging created a horny fold of skin at the bottom of the breasts, but hanging on the stomach didn't seem such a good idea to me.
As a side effect of this anatomy lesson, it started to itch irresistibly and my penis became completely stiff... so I told mom that I was going to play in my room... for the first time, but not for the last.. ...actually to this day.
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