Title: Mom Is A Whore (Fg, inc, oral)

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similarities to real people or events are wholly coincidental.
Obviously, none of the events depicted in the stories are real.

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Ok. No beating around the bush: my mom was a whore. She wasn't a
street slut, who did cheap tricks with guys passing in their car. No,
no! My mom worked the other way around: SHE had the car and drove
around, looking for clientele. My mom had... me, you see. I was the
little 5-year old crybaby that took her off the pavements, flashing
her goodies to passers-by.

Now all she had to flash were her headlights... and like moths to a
flame they came a-running, following their dicks. Sticking their faces
in the window, some looked surprised, shocked even. A hooker with her
babygirl sitting next to her on the front seat, playing with a barbie
doll, is a sight you don't see every day. I grant you that. But the
shock soon wore off. My mom said: "Oh don't mind her. She's used to
it. Let's get in the back." And they did. With all the "Oohs" and the
"Aaahs" and the "Come on, suck it-s" that went with it. Did I peek? Of
course I did! The sounds and the suirming of bodies behind me was too
fascinating NOT too. But I always turned my attention back to my
barbie doll rather quickly. That was way more interesting than two
half-naked adults climbing all over each other.

At the tender age of 5 I was no stranger to all different kinds of sex
acts and phrases like "Let's play" sounded all too familiar, without
associating them with dolls. When I heard my mom say one evening:
"Well, if you're willing to pay THAT much... I'll play with her and
let you watch"... I had a hunch of what was about to follow.

My mom got out of the car and got in the back, where she beckoned me
to join her. Next thing I knew my panties were off and I was lying
spreadeagled in the backseat, with my mom's tongue gently licking my
kitty lips. I can still feel her hot breath to this very day. Her
tongue tip probing me, tasting the insides of the body folds I barely
knew the existence of myself. I see the strings of her saliva (or my
own wet?) when pulling back out; her hands under my bum, pulling my
cheeks apart and my cunny lips open, discovering a tiny point in my
body that turned out to be extremely sensitive and made me grasp for
air. The moans and grunts of the man in front; his eyes pierced on
what was going on between my legs, attracted my attention. My mom's
wet finger went up my bum suddenly. I shrieked... and the man's fist
was covered white slimy juice.

It quickly ended after that. Paper hankies were passed. Dollar bills
too. Clothes put back on or pulled straight. The slamming of doors.
And me being back in the front seat, my barbie doll in my hand. My mom
grinned, counting her bills, and saying to me "Shhhhhhhh... don't ever
tell anybody what we did, eh, honey?"

I never did. But there were many more of these 'plays' to follow. My
mom had discovered 'a whole new market': mom and kiddy daughter sex!


  
Mom is A whore