Okay, so, for my age I wasn’t innocent, but it wasn’t exactly my fault either. I had my slut of a mother, Karen, to thank for that. I mean, even before she started dating Tom, it’s not like I was totally in the dark about sex. Our health class started covering sex ed in grade five, and although it covered very little, it sparked my curiosity well enough. Wait ... Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Let me start over?
My name is Victoria, but all my friends call me Tori. I’m a natural redhead, more than a bit of a nerd, and pretty shy to match. When I turned ten I started getting freckles, first on my face, then my shoulders and chest; by the age of fifteen, my body was covered in them. I’m eighteen now, living on my own. I hope to have kids of my own one day, but only once I’m old enough to give them a good life. I will never make the same mistakes mom made. Whether or not you buy this as a true story, I feel the need to tell it. It’s been bottled up inside me for so long, but I think I’m finally ready to put it to paper.
From as early as I can remember I’ve been a bookworm. I read anything I could get my hands on, from fiction to history to home carpentry books. No really, I read everything. This mostly stemmed from me raising myself as a child. Mom always had at least two jobs and we never really had much entertainment, so I made my own. By the time I was in grade three I had read the entire children’s section in the local library, and was well into the adult section.
A few of my friends at school would often gloat about having internet. You laugh, but trust me, it was rare back then. Mom said if I could save up enough for my own computer, she would pay for an internet connection. She never expected me to actually get the money, but thanks to a year of paper routes I did. Sure enough, she kept her word.
With this new tool at my fingertips it wasn’t long before my library card began to gather dust. Why go out and get books, I thought, if I can just download them? I spent all my time in my room, soaking in as much as I could: forums, newsgroups, IRC, blogs - I couldn’t get enough.
As is my nature, when we started learning about sex in grade five I decided to do research it myself. It was then I stumbled on my first porn site. It was nothing explicit, just some animated topless women and a preview section, but it was more than I’d ever seen and it awoke something in me. Like every new thing I discovered I needed more. I wanted to learn. I read articles, browsed free porn sites that I managed to find (there weren’t many back then), joined private -invitation only- forums, read erotic stories, and discovered the joy of pleasuring myself.
All this is to say I wasn’t innocent. But Tom changed everything. At first he was nice, like any boyfriend mom had before him. But after a year, things started going downhill. He started coming over with friends more often, and both him and mom would drink almost every night. When sober, he was still a pretty nice guy, but when drunk, it was like the real him came out. He became progressively more pushy and aggressive towards me and mom.
It started small. Every once in a while, I’d notice him grab or smack her ass as she walked by him. He’d boss me around a lot, too, about homework and cleaning and stuff. When his friends were over, he was even more bold, feeling her up with me in the room, or even letting his friends make out with her if she was drunk enough! My mom used to be so independent, but it was like he’d broken her in. She just went along with whatever he wanted. Once he realized what he could get away with, things got worse.
Like I said, I wasn’t innocent, so I knew they were having sex, but I never actually saw or heard them doing it. But one night, that all changed. He was feeling her up, a usual family activity by the time I was in grade six, as we watched a movie. Well, no one was really watching the movie. I was staring wide-eyed at the spectacle, and they either too drunk or too engrossed in each other to notice. He started to go further, lifting her shirt and bra above the nipple and kissing down her neck towards her chest. I gasped at the sight of my mother’s bare breast. Tom stopped, darting his eyes to me.
“Hey! Go to bed, kiddo!”
I stumbled to my feet, my heart racing, and ran up the stairs. Closing my door behind me, I leaned against it, sighing as I slid down to a crouching position. I felt a mixture of fear and arousal. I slid my hand into my jeans, slipping a finger inside my wet pussy. I fingered myself and played with my nipples as I listened to the intense moans and occasional slapping noises coming from the living room downstairs. It didn’t take long to bring myself to my most powerful orgasm ever.
They started fucking all over the house after that. When it got too far, Tom would still send me to my room, but it took him longer each time. The next time, he started sucking on her nipples before sending me off. The time after that he waited until mom was undoing his belt before ‘noticing’ my presence. I was well acquainted with porn, but this was so much more exciting. I was confused and angry about it, sure, but in the heat of the moment it just made me horny. Sometimes, when they were drunk enough they wouldn’t even send me away. I always kept my distance when this happened, afraid they’d send me to my room, so I never got a good look at what was going on. Still, watching mom getting fucked was exciting as hell. If only I could get closer.
The sentiment “be careful what you wish for” was an old saying I stumbled across many times while reading books from the library. It possibly originates as far back as 620 BC when the famous Greek author Aesop wrote, “We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.” One day at the dinner table, I learned what those words truly meant.
Mom drunkenly excused herself to pack me a lunch. Tom, piss drunk himself, demanded she sit down and finish eating. This led to an argument, and when push came to shove, he shoved her right down on her back, in front of my dinner plate! He ripped her blouse open, releasing her jiggling braless breasts less than a foot away from me. I watched in stupor as he undid his fly and pulled out his cock. I gasped; this wasn’t the first time I’d seen them fuck, but it was the closest I’d ever been. With her skirt hiked up he pulled her panties aside, then he looked right at me as he thrust into my struggling mother. I watched his dick part her glistening pussy lips, his length disappearing inside her. She moaned, playing with her breasts as he fucked her right in front of me. I stared at his cock sliding in and out of her, and watched his abs tense with each forward thrust. Mom’s nipples stood erect as she tweaked them, her breasts jiggling like water balloons beneath her fingers.
“Eat your dinner, bitch!” Tom bellowed, never breaking eye contact with me.
I looked down at my plate. My face grew hot and my throat tight as I squinted through tears. Probably due to inherit emotional problems, I often shut down and cry during any sort of conflict. It’s one of my many shortcomings. I scooped some mashed potatoes onto my fork, forcing myself to eat.
Tom pulled out of mom’s pussy and turned her around to face me. I looked up and saw my mom’s eyes, not looking at me but through me, without expression. She began to sway back and forth as he pounded her from behind, her breasts dangling right over my plate, brushing against my food. Underneath her, I had a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.
“I don’t see you eating!” Tom shouted.
At that, I snapped out of my trance, and for a moment so did mom. She looked at me with a dull expression of shame on her face before descending back into lust. She closed her eyes and moaned stupidly, her tits grinding into my dinner plate.
“I can’t,” I said quietly, amazed I was able to speak at all. Having a submissive personality, I don’t do well in high pressure situations.
“You will eat every last bite of food, or I’ll beat your sorry ass till it bleeds!”
More tears welled in my eyes as I reached for my plate. I tried to pull it out from under mom’s tits, but she was moving too much, and with the whole table shaking it was awkward. I looked around for my fork, and couldn’t find it - I figured it must have fallen on the floor. Not knowing what else to do I reached forward, scooping some mashed potatoes in my trembling hands, gravy running down my fingers. Mom was a mess by now, at least half my food smeared across her chest. I forced myself to swallow the potatoes in my hand, then grabbed another glob. Swallowing each bite was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. As horny and excited as I was, I also felt sick to my stomach. To add to my confusion, every time I reached for more food, mom’s breast would brush against my hand, causing my pussy to twitch in arousal. Once my plate was clean, Tom pointed at the mess on the table.
“I said all of it.”
He grabbed mom by the hair and pulled her up to a standing position, never breaking the rhythm of his fucking. Mom moaned in ecstasy, placing her hands on the table and spreading her legs as if to give me a better view. With no fork, still, and too afraid to look for it on the floor, I leaned forward and licked up the mess of food, first off my plate then from the table. Tom pulled out of mom’s pussy again, his cock slapping wetly against his stomach. She moaned in frustration as he forced her to her knees, facing me. It was as if she was completely unaware of everything going on around her. All she cared about was that thick cock pumping in and out of her, company be damned.
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