Chapter 1

You and your father had a rocky relationship with him being drunk or high most of the time, so it was no surprise to you at 38 when he crashed his car being drunk off his head.

You and your 36 year old mum knew it was going to come, so now you were sitting at a table with your mum wake after the funeral. You were only 15, and to lose him, even though it was his fault, still was painful.

At the funeral, there were a lot of people that you had never seen before tuned up most of them men dressed in very nice black suits there were some women there they were in very expensive looking black dresses with big fancy hat with nets covering their faces. Some of the women were in very sexy see-through dress with only there boobs and pussy covered. Even your mum was in a short, expensive black dress with a hole for her big boobs you know your father bought for her to go through.

You found it very hard not to look at them even though even though she was your mum. Then, an old man in the poshest sute there a black coat leather gloves he looked close to fifty

“Hello boy,” he spoke in a strong Italian accent and smelled of whisky and cigars. “ My name is Vincenzo, and I am your grandfather.” He held out his hand for you to shake, and after a few seconds, you decided to shake it. He smiled and pointed at you and said, “You got a good had shake. You have. I like you.”

“Urr, thank you, sir,” you tell him

He contacted “your drunk idiot farther cut his family ties and married that whore, prostitute, bitch you call a mother.

You felt angry at that how dare this man you never met speak of your mum like that okay she is a little well a lot dressed like slut at times but so are most of the women here she is still your mum you about to argue but she put a hand on your shoulder and told you

“It is true I was a prostitute for a few years my parents had gambling problems and ran in to debt they upset some bad people so I became a prostitute at 14 to pay it off and I was one untill I was 25 and I still styed to help out, then I met your farther when he came to America for a holiday he was very drunk at time he made a deal with me marry him and he would pay off the my parents debt so married him, and had you”

We’re you ever going to tell me this,” you asked

“Yes, we were, but when you were older,” she told you, “a lot of the women here are also prostituts I knew like her” she pointed to a sexy looking black girl with black hair that was in two balls in a black dress that.looked like a corset, making her boobs look bigger than they probably were. Her bum looked big and firm, and no fat on it her legs were covered in black fishnet tights

She was sipping a glass of wine looking at you sexerly at you. “That is Sabrina she is only a few years older than you at 16 and was going to be your first”

“My what?” You ask confused

“Your first the one to take your virginity and then maybe youur girlfriend that was supposed to happen next year,” she tells you

“So you were going to sell my virginity. I will admit that she is sexy and would like to fuck her”