Momma’s Whore

“Mom, dad.” Our 12 year old daughter came in, “I want to be a hooker when I grow up.”

“What?” I sat up, and looked over at her father. Immediately saw the look on his face. “Now, don’t get upset, honey. I better handle this.”

He got up, and stormed out, stomping his heels until he put his boots on, then slammed the door, and drove off.

“Huh,” I waved her over, gathering my thoughts. “Where did you get such an idea?” Innocently, even though I felt guilty, because, well? It’s a long story, so I better go back to when we moved into this neighborhood.

I was pregnant, with our youngest, and Jesse was only about 8, or 9. Money was tight, and we couldn’t really afford rent, with another on the way, and medical bills piling up, so we found an apartment. 3 bedrooms, but the building was in one of the more urban neighborhoods.

Not a trendy condo, in a hip part of town, but it was affordable, and not the safest place to raise a family. There were, of course drugs. Which ment drug dealers, but also pimps, and an alley you couldn’t see from our windows, but I always held their hands a little tighter, rushing them past before they started asking questions.

About the girls, some of them young enough to be dropouts, and mutli-ethnic, as the whole neighborhood is. White, African American, Latinas, and even a few Koreans. “You haven’t been talking to them, in the alley?” I forbade them to go down there, just as I had her cross the streets, in the crosswalk. Waiting for the lights, then cross again, to avoid the main corner where the drug dealers hung out, and sold baggies to people pulling up in cars.

I had to explain that one too, but the sex. The dirty anonymous sex with strangers in their cars for money. Or a quick blow job squatting down behind the dumpsters in heels.

“Like you?”

“Huh, well. I.” I supposed I started gossiping with them, because of course they knew everyone on the block, who was faithful to his wife, and. I didn’t want to suspect my husband, and of course I needn’t have worried, but I’m a mother. You can take the girl out of Bais Ya’akov, but I was raised Jewish, so I worry. Even if I don’t have to bother with keeping a Kosher kitchen and the meat out of the creme any more.

“Well,” she looked up, and thought. Almost biting her lip, then she shook her head. “No, not really, but they seem nice. Are they nice?”

“Not really. Honestly, they’re kinda mean, and talk trash about everyone,” I never should have gotten caught up in the dish, but I couldn’t resist?

“They laugh a lot, they’re always laughing, and joking, and they dress so nice.”

“Uph!” I scoffed, “Wh?” Shaking my head in disbelief.

“Well, they always have such nice underwear on, and I know. What they do to afford it, but.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. I wished I could see her face, whether it was shame, or something dirtier she was hiding. “Huh, it can’t be that bad.” She looked up, searching my eyes, “Doing it, for money?”

“I’m sure I don’t know,” I lied, and got up, to pace nervously, but to be honest? Of course, I’m not a whore, and I would never, ever even consider lowering myself to that level, no matter how desperate for money I was, but.

“What about you, and dad?” I looked back, and she grinned, before she hid it under her hair.

“Huh! That’s just a game, we role play, that’s all it is, it isn’t real.” It doesn’t make me a real whore, but.

Okay, he caught me, after I walked the kids to school, I came back, and stopped to ask them if they knew my husband.

Professionally? No, but they knew every man in the city, who’s eyes had strayed, and I have to admit that Jess was right about, a surprising amount of things. It is fun, hanging around the alley. Not working, but waiting for work, they laugh, and joke, a lot of the humor, and language is particularly raunchy, but also.

Of course, the sexy underwear is part of the job, and so is showing it off, if you don’t think about what they do to get it. Even their pimps got used to me, and the other women around the neighborhood. The housewives, and mothers stop by from time to time, to keep the girls company, and even bring out something to drink. Especially in the winter, or on rainy days, because it must be hard to keep warm out there, dressed so skimpy, even if they do have furs to wrap up in.

“Well? Your father, and I. Let me explain.” I sat down on the chair, and tried to avoid looking at her on the couch, but she just nodded, and listened, patiently.

“Mhm?”

“Huh! Where do I start?”

“In the alley, or on the corner, so you could talk to them in the alley without anybody driving by so they could get the wrong idea, and think you’re working with them.”

I just held my lips together, tightly, and nodded. “Well, your father pulled up, and one of the girls went over to ask him if he wanted.”

“Sex?”

“Some company.”

“Oh right. They can’t just come right out, and say they’ll put out for 50 bucks, cause that’s illegal, huh?”

“Well, he said no, and I was so relieved, but then he pointed me out, and called me.” I could feel my cheeks heating up, just talking about it. “The dowdy one, in the modest dress. As if he didn’t know my name, and we’d never met before, but. I felt so sexy, especially with all those women around, half naked in their underwear with the bare minimum to avoid being picked up for indecent exposure.”

“They have to dress for success,” she nodded. Remarkably mature, and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of her for working that out herself. “So, that’s when he started buying you the hooker clothes.”

“Uh, they’re not. Hooker clothes, they’re just.”

“Fetish wear?” She guessed.

“No, well?” I thought. “Maybe? I don’t know, I suppose now that you put it that way, it is a bit of a fetish.”

“Well, you look terrific when you get all dressed up, and I can’t wait to go shopping with you later. Mom, you think next time, we can get something for me?”

“You’re far too young.”

“I’m almost a teenager.”

“Yes, but that’s still too young, and I seriously doubt they have stuff like that for someone your size, and age.”

“Like what? High heels, fishnets, crotchless panties, and bras with holes in them so your nipples poke out.”

“You haven’t been looking at my Fredericks of Hollywood catalogues, have you?” And getting into my underwear drawers.

“No?” She lied, but then she looked up, and shook her head. “Well, maybe. A little.”

“Well, I’m sure they don’t have anything like that in your size.”

“So? I said when I grow up, but I know they’ve got fishnets, and garter belts in our sizes, because Valerie got some to play Magenta for Halloween.”

“She did?”

“Yeah, uh huh, and she’s even more petite then me, but she, and her boyfriend dressed up as Magenta, and Riffraff.”

“Who’s that?”

“You never seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show?” I shook my head. “Well, it’s an old movie, a musical from the sixties, so I just assumed you had.”

“I never even heard of it.”

“Well, they play it at the old Mirage Theater, on friday night, at midnight, and you can dress up as whoever you like from the movie, and they even have a stage for you to act it out, if you’re good enough to get on cast, and we watched it for Halloween, so David, and Valerie could show us, and it was great.”

“So, this is like, a pornographic movie, about prostitution?”

“No, mom.” She scoffed, and rolled her eyes, “It’s a science fiction, double feature. Like Forbidden Planet.” She was practically singing.

“Oh, well. Maybe your father, and I should rent it, to see if it’s appropriate for you to watch.”

“It’s not the same as if you go to the theater. It’s not just a movie, it’s an experience, and I bet you, and dad would love it for a date night.”

“Huh!” I gave up, but then I suppose I let denial set in, and assumed that that’s where she got the silly thought of being a whore when she grew up in her head. It was just a phase, I told myself, she’ll grow out of it, but she didn’t.

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Jesse (fb Incest)

“Huh!” Finally, they finished dressing up as Brad, and Janet. Left me in charge, with a 20 to order a pizza, and Jakov. That’s my little brother, he’s 5, and just about to start 1st grade, but he just finished Kindergarten, and I know, that’s too young, but most of the boys I know, they won’t even talk to me. Except to be mean, and make fun of my big nose, or call me snaggletooth. Nobody wants to get head from a girl with such crooked teeth.

I need braces, and a nose job, but mom, and dad can’t afford it, and that just got my thinking. You know, who could afford it is a sugar daddy, if I ever get one. Also, Jackov, he’s too young to, you know. Jack off, I bet. He’s got a little dinky, and nothing but wrinkles on his bald little nuts, but still. He’s a boy, right? So, he knows what boys like, to look at.

So, before I called the pizza man, I went back to my room, and borrowed all the stuff me, and mom got from the party store. We went shopping, all the time, but ever since we let the cat out of the bag about the fetish games mom, and dad play. Nothing rough, mind you. He doesn’t spank her, or tie her up, or anything.

He just calls her a whore, and she plays hooker for him, to get a little extra money, so we can go out shopping, and help her pick out something sexy to wear, the next time he wants to play John. That’s not his name, that’s probably not most of their real names, it’s just what you call a man who pays money to have sex with a hooker.

“Huh!” So, then I stood in front of the mirror, naked, and left the door open. So, I could hear the TV playing Animaniacs, and the sound effects. “DOUG!” Somebody getting whacked with a hammer, then the “WANG!” Of someone falling down. Jackob laughing, that’s Jackov, my brother. Not Yakko Warner, I guess that could be short for Jackov, or Jackob, if there German Jews, instead of Russian.

“Huh!” I noticed a little more fur, in the love triangle, and a little more shape to my hips, but I’m still as flat as pancakes. So, I pulled out the fishnets, and sat down to put them on. Then, I hooked up the belt to turn it around, and clip it to the garters on the stockings.

Then, I spent a long long time, trying to pick out something to wear over it, but finally decided on the Elvira dress. With the low cut neckline, so you could almost see my belly button, and left the bra off. Mom was right, they don’t have the real sexy stuff, like crotchless panties, so I had to cut a slit in my best pair, and sew around it carefully, but that just left some ribbons hanging out that I could stitch into a bow hanging down over it.

I didn’t feel like unclipping the garter belt, putting them on, then clipping the stocking back on, so I just left them off. I had a bar to match, with holes from the paper punch for my nipples, but that just covered up the circles bulging out the middle, where you could see sneak peaks of them down the deep V neck of the Elvira dress.

I didn’t bother with the hair, I just put on lipstick, and clipped my eye lashes to the stuck out to extend with mascara, eve liner, and deep grey shadow blended up the lids to make them even more mysterious. Instead of the beehive, with the grey streaks, I just gathered it up, and held it. Leaning up in the door way, with my leg out, and my knee up through the slit in one side, to show off my stalkings.

Oh yeah, and the high heel ankle boots. I forgot those, so I had to go back, and zip those up. Then, I want back to my pose, and waited for a commercial. “How do I look?” I tried to make my voice sound low, and mature, like a sultry woman.

“I’m hungry.” He barely even looked, so i rolled my eyes, and went in the kitchen to get the menu out. “Cheeze please.”

“I know, just let me call them.” I dialed the number, and waited until they picked up, and said. “Hey, this is Jesse up in apartment 34?”

“Large pizza, half cheese, half pepperoni?”

“Extra cheese on the cheese side, extra sauce on the pepperoni side. Thanks.”

“It’ll be about 20 minutes.” A nice thing about living upstairs from the pizza place is you don’t have to wait for them to drive out, find your building, or even ring up with the buzzer. They can just bring it right up, but that means dad can’t get it free if there late.

I swear, he’s pretty Jewish for a WASP. So anyway, that was long enough to watch most of a Batman episode. On TV, finally dinner showed up, but it was a boring episode anyways. No Harley, Cat Woman, Poison Ivy, or anyone cool like that.

“Hey!” Jerry grind, “Going Goth tonight?” He led the box with both hands, while I pulled the $20.00 out of my stocking.

“Uph, no?”

“Heheheh,” he leered, “You look great. Where can I put this down?”

“I”ll take it, I’ll just.” I stuck it in his pocket, and fished around. “Get the change, real quick.”

He squirmed around, so my knuckles brushed his boner, and I pulled out a wad of bills. “Thanks,” I patted it through the jeans, and picked out a fiver. Stuffed the rest back, but I crumpled up a $10.00 bill while he wasn’t looking.

At my hands, he had a nice view down the open neck, and I rubbed it again before I took the “PIzza!” Jackov ran up, laughing, and I had to hold it up, before he knocked it out of my hands again. The door shut, and I just left it unlocked, heading for the coffee table.

“Okay, calm down, you’re not going to starve to death.” I went back for some dishes from the kitchen, but that Jerry. He’s 14, and he doesn’t make much in tips, delivering pizzas. He’s got the pizza face to match, and I wouldn’t have to steal from him if he’d just come back after work to see me some time.

“Mhn!” I leaned back, in the corner. Lifting my leg up, careful not to fall off the one heel, while I ran my hand up the threads crisscrossing my thigh. On the inside. “Huh, that’ll cost you.”

“How much?” He’d ask.

“10 bucks to touch me. Here.” I felt through the damp ribbon, and wiped a little out of my drenched trench. “Twenty to taste it.” I let the stinky finger slip through my lips. “Smuip! 50 for all the way.”

“Jess, I’m thirsty.”

“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, and grabbed a glass, the ice tea out of the fridge, and poured him a drink, to wash the rest down with.

It sucks, I wish I had a big brother, and it’s not like I wish he’d never been born, but if we did have a big brother, with hair on his balls, and a job, with a paycheck. Who knows?

Yeah, my friends with big brothers, they say that they hate it. When their own brothers look at them, or try to walk in on them changing. See them in there underwear, but it’s not that bad. Come on, it’s not like we didn’t get all giggly when Lisa’s brother Barry looked in on us, playing dressup.

“Hm, yeah.” I bet he’s got a big boner, and hairy balls, just full of sperms swimming around the vessicles, ready to burst out. He must be so horny, he can’t wait to get a job, and earn a paycheck to take some girl out. Get to second base in the theater, take her home, and kiss her, then get invited in for more.

No, wait. That’s normal, boring girl picket fence American Dream bullshit, and I’m not that kinda girl. Why should I pick 1 man to marry, and share his money with me, when I could get a hundred guys, and make hundreds of dollars a night, and get all the dick I could ever want? I’m 14, god damn it, and I’m still a virgin. I’m almost in high school, and just as soon as the fall, I’ll be able to get all the junior and senior boys, I know it.

Just as soon as they hear that I put out. Just give me the chance. I know, it’s supposed to be a bad word, and the girls always say it like “Whore.” They say. Like that’s a bad thing, and yeah it’s dirty, because it’s sex, but no dirtier then Fuck, right? It doesn’t make me a bad person, they’re just jealous, of all the money they could make, and all the nice stuff they could buy if they just got over it.

“Gold diggers.” Like wanting to marry a millionaire with an uptown apartment, and a mansion in the country isn’t the exact same thing.

So what? I’ll fuck you for money, but I’m not going to marry you. Well, maybe. For the right guy, if he doesn’t mind me having my own money, and how I make it. That might be cool, if he wants to watch. You know, some guys like to watch you fucking other men, I just have to find one of them. Maybe an accountant, so he can handle all the money, and I don’t have to worry about the math.

“Ew,” math. Not a pimp though, just a respectable accountant. Maybe even Jerry, if he saves up, gets some medicine for his complexion, once I’m old enough to do it, and some tits. I wonder if I should get a boob job, after the braces, and the nose job, of course.

“Sphf! Goth.” As if, I’d ever even go Goth. He just doesn’t understand, that’s the only way to get sexy clothes is on Halloween. So yeah, I guess it comes off a little Goth, when really it’s just as good a excuse to wear fishnets, and garter belts as any.

Until I turn 18, and get to go to Rocky Horror. Which reminds me, it’s almost time for bed. So, I better tuck Jackov in, and get some blowjob practice before they get home. So, I wiped my lipstick off first. Too bad he’s so tiny, and has nothing but wrinkles on his little empty balls, but a girl’s got to start somewhere.

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