Let me first give you a little background. My name is Ameila, im a 38 year old female, and mother of two daughters. I am married however at times not as happily as I would like.

When I was a little girl between the ages of 4-11 is when my true memories begin for me. My parents were divorced and both had drug and alcohol issues. This is why I stay away from both. From those young ages I remember my mom dressing me up in cute little costumes whenever her "friends" would come by. She would always want me to sit on there laps and be close to them. I remember from that young age mom keeping me in the room while she had sex and guiding my hands at times to do as she did. I tell you this not for sympathy but so you have an understanding of my mind.

Over the years I was ashamed, scared as the sexual acts escalated but I still loved mom and the attention I was getting. Through therapy I have been able to cope and manage my anxiety.

However with that said, not a day goes by that I don't look at my own daughters and imagine them with there father. I wake up wet imagine there young bodies being used and guided by me there own mother.