awesomeguy4

I was abused by my 'babysitter'. (my mom worked after school till late and didn't want me alone after school.)

We would have sex/do sexual things every weekday after school, and sometimes more when my mom worked weekends (being a nurse, it was often). That stuff happened and I was "OK" with it, I was having sex with a pretty woman as a pre/teenager. She would buy me things and stuff just to keep me happy and loyal, too.

Then we moved to another house closer to the school and it stopped for a while. And I realized she was using me for sex and how wrong it was. (it really took a long time to figure that out).

So I stopped it for years, she would always rub up against me and stuff in order to get me to have sex and I would refuse. I wasn't her toy anymore, dammit!

She eventually got sick of this and drugged me when my mom was at work. I had sex with her hundreds of times and it was never an issue, but as I was edging closer to having an orgasm, I just felt like absolute and complete rubbish. Then it happened..all the times where I started to feel good about myself just vanished from memory as she kept going and going.

I used to love Thanksgiving, it was my favorite holiday. Not anymore.