I'm Mexican American, Mexican Mom and American Dad. My father was an alcoholic when he met my mother and got her pregnant without marrying her. When I was two he and another guy held up a gas station and the clerk was killed. They both forty years.

My father was released when he had fulfilled twenty years. No one wanted to get involved with him, much less my mother who had moved on to another husband. He tried to contact me but I told him I wasn't interested. Next thing I know I get a call that he shot himself. Who he got the gun from I never found out.

When that happened, that day it happened, I didn't know who to turn to. I went to my boss of many years and he held me for a long, long time and let me cry on his chest. It was the first time I was held by a man. It was the most amazing feeling, his strong arms and hands, his hot breath down my neck, his bulge that got big against me. I melted into a woman needing a man right then and I asked him to take me home and just fuck me silly. When he tried to explain to me that it was a bad idea, I told him not to make excuses, just take me home with him and fuck me.

Well that's what happened and I got pregnant from it and I have a little boy now. I get into his arms all the time and just melt away while he hugs me. He can't give me enough sex, I'm never satisfied. I went from a never had sex girl to an insatiable sex addicted nympho.