A cross-cultural misunderstanding - Sex Stories

A cross-cultural misunderstanding

... later, I was over their place, for the first time. I'd brought the girls a box of Oreos and some ice cream. I figured that the quickest and surest way into the bed of a woman's who has kids is to show that you'll treat her kids kindly. They had their school books out on the kitchen table, and I sat and helped them with their homework while their mother cooked rice and chicken. The woman kept looking over and smiling, and two or three times she said, “Girls need man.” I went over a few more times, but the woman and I were never alone, so I never even kissed her. Each time I bought the girls something and helped them with their homework. After a week, one night, we were watching TV, the four of us, when the woman, Linda, had her two girls sit on each side of me on the couch. She took her Sue's hand, the darker girl, and put it in mine. She said something in her own language and started to sing, too, as she wrapped a cloth around our hands and tied it tight. I thought it was some sort of ritual, so I just tried to show that I approved by smiling but also by trying to look serious at the time. Then she did the same with my other hand and the hand of her other daughter, so that I was tied to both the girls. The girls giggled when their mother reached down between my legs and squeezed my penis as she continued to sing. I thought, This is weird, but I knew that peoples in other parts of the world thought about right and wrong behavior very differently than Westerners do. The girls ...

... giggled even more when their mother started to pull at my belt and then my zipper. I thought that perhaps the first time that a single mother had sex with a man that they had some sort of ritual in their culture where the kids witness it. I'd read that Eskimo and some other peoples' families all sleep in the same bed, and that kids witness their parents having sex. If all you have is a one-room hut, a teepee or an igloo, the kids see a lot more than kids do in societies where parents have their own sleeping areas. So the woman pulled my pants and my shorts down. The four of us were laughing, the girls really giggling, when the woman took the darker skinned daughter's free hand – the one that wasn't tied to mine – and guided it to my semi-erect penis. And then she did the same thing to her other daughter's free hand. I had no idea what was going on, but I just assumed that it some sort of cultural ritual. The woman had been singing in her language, but then she said something to Sue, the darker girl, in their language, and Sue leaned down and too my penis into her mouth while the her sister and her mother watched. I was shocked, started, although of course I was already way out of my own realm of experiences anyway. I felt the girl suck my penis lightly. I started to get even harder, of course. And then the mother guided Sue to sit up and had her sister, Rita, do the same thing. Then Linda guided Rita to sit up again. The two girls were smiling at me, looking happy. The mother ...