I remember taking advantage of my boyfriend’s parents being at work. I remember a dark moonlit bedroom not being a requirement for fooling around.
I know this because I remember being a teen. If they want to have sex, they’ll find a way. I want her to wait until she’s ready to experience motherhood on her own terms, until she’s lived life for herself at least a little bit.īut I know that trying to keep teens from having sex is impossible. Certainly, I don’t want her to go through what I did as a teen mom. You’d think the experience of being a teen mom would make me want to keep all boys at least 10 feet away from my daughter, or at least ban boys from her room. More: Masturbating is totally normal for everyone… but not my son This time I did it in her house, and my heart was still racing from the excitement. I probably could’ve just told her the truth, like I had many times before, but this time was different from the rest. She had known for quite some time that I was sexually active. I was usually pretty open about my sex life with her.
“No, we weren’t,” I tried to assure her, but I doubt she believed me. My mother was blasting Al Green like she did every Sunday when she cleaned the house.
