I've always had a thing for older men. I'm a girl and an only child, so I've always wanted to be around with men. By the time I was about 16, we were having a huge family holiday party and my Uncle Jerald was there. My Uncle Jerald has always maintained himself well-fit, as it's the only way he can maintain himself in demand in women's lives. Ever since I was a little girl, I'd had my eyes on him, and that day, he was really drunk. I waited for him to make his way to the bathroom, and that when I busted in on him. He was drunk as hell, he didn't put but much of a fight, so I just pushed myself down on him and rode him. He began to cry a bit, it was hilarious, but I'd finally taken him for myself. When I was done I left him there, and he eventually he walked out of the bathroom and everything went fine from there on. Until about 2 weeks later, I was late, and I took a pregnancy test and.. um.. I was pregnant. So I was desperate, I couldn't focus my thoughts or figure out what to do, so I tried convincing my mom he'd gotten drunk and raped me. I explained it to everyone, and he'd denied it ever happened. My mom though... she'd paid attention to my behavior. I'd always liked men, I'd always been something of a tart. She gave me money for an abortion, and she pulled me aside and beat the **** out of me. By the time I was done, she farted on my face and yelled, "Shut your ******* face, Uncle ******!"