My slut mother got me raped

The first time I was fucked was because my slut mother was passed out drunk.

My mother had an affair with her history teacher, when she was fourteen. It lasted three months, until the end of the school year, when he and his wife moved away so he could take a better job at a school in another state. She was sad because he was gone, and she was pregnant with his child.

It was shortly after her fifteenth birthday when I was born. Grandma and Grandpa helped raise me so Mom could finish high school. She did graduate, and with pretty good grades. After graduation, she got a job in another town and earned enough to get a small two bedroom apartment for us, in a lower quality part of town, and to feed us.

Mom was attractive and cheerful but she never married. She did not want to be expected to be a one man woman. She enjoyed being with a lot of different guys. I seldom saw her with the same guy more than a few times. It was not uncommon for guys to come to the apartment to visit her. I could see them making out but she never had sex with them, in front of me. That does not mean that she didn’t have sex with them. Once I got old enough to know what I was hearing, the headboard bumping the wall and the dirty words I could hear, made it clear to me that Mom was being well fucked.

When I was about five, the state and federal rules changed. Mom could get more money for not working, than she could earn at the jobs she was qualified for. She stayed home. Between the government money and the money she got from some of the guys, to “help us out”, we lived better than we did when she was working. I later learned that she was being a part time prostitute. She liked the extra, tax free money. She was still screwing other guys just for fun.

When I was about six, she started leaving me at home, alone. She would come home late, all messed up, or come home with a guy in tow. This continued for several years. I knew that it was not normal but I accepted it.

It was eleven at night on a full moon Friday, shortly after my twelfth birthday. I was in bed in my room, when I heard Mom come home. I heard a second voice, so I knew she had a guy with her.

It was not long before I heard Mom’s bedroom door open and close. I heard he say, “Be quiet. My daughter is in the next room. Get in here and give me that hard cock. I need a good fucking.” A minute later, the headboard was banging the wall and Mom was moaning. It only lasted a couple minutes and then it was quiet. That was unusual.

Shortly after that, my bedroom door swung open. The moonlight was bright enough that I could make out a tall, skinny black man, maybe thirty-five to forty years old, standing in my doorway with an erect cock standing out in front of him.

“Your slut mother passed out before I even got to come in her loose cunt one time. She’s no good to me that way. One way or another I am going to get my $50’s worth. I bet your young cunt is tighter than hers anyway.”

I pulled the blanket up over my head, but he walked over to the bed and yanked it down. He grabbed me by one hand and pulled me out of bed. My bed gown buttoned down the front. He ripped it open, popping all the buttons. I screamed and hit him on the chest with my other hand. He just laughed and thru me on the bed. “Your tits aren’t any bigger than plums, but they have a great shape. I like that.” He bent down and sucked on the left one. I got a funny feeling between my legs.

He pulled my legs apart and got between them. I could see that his prick was all wet from screwing my mother’s cunt. It looked big but not as big as I was afraid it would be. I knew what was about to happen and I was happy that he was not really big. I had heard that black men all had huge penises. I later learned that he was just a little bigger than average, probably about six inches and that some, but far from all, black men were hung. I learned to love big cocks, black or white.

He spit in his hand and rubbed it over my nearly bald pussy. I knew I could not stop him so I quit fighting. I watched as his black fuck stick touched my white hole. It was an effort to push it in. “Oh yes, nice and tight.” He got it in far enough to feel my maidenhead blocking the way. “A virgin, Fantastic. Relax. This will hurt but not for long.”

He was right. It hurt when he popped my cherry, but the pain did not last very long. He was stroking in and out of me and it was starting to feel nice. Then he pushed deep inside and stopped. He groaned and I felt his cock pulse and flood my insides with his fluid. He pulled out and wiped the cum and blood on my stomach. “Now, that was the best fuck I have had in years. Tell your mother that she owes you half the money.” I heard the apartment door close when he left. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then I cried myself to sleep.

The next day, I could hardly look at my mother, and I did not tell her what had happened. She had no idea. She just knew that she had earned $50 for letting some black dude from the bar fuck her.

I knew that I didn’t like the fact that I was raped, but that I did like the feeling of being fucked, after the first pain had past. It wasn’t long before I was willingly being fucked again. This time it was with a boy a grade above me. It was over almost as soon as it started.

I went to the school nurse and asked for a prescription for birth control pills. She said she would need to examine me first. She put me up on her desk and removed my panties. She put her face between my legs and licked me, while finger fucking my hole with two fingers, till I came. She gave me a prescription for one month’s worth of pills and told me to come back each month for a new “examine” and to get a new prescription for another month. At the end of the school year she would give me one for a full year.

I became almost as sexually active as my mother. I learned that older men were better lovers than boys my age. I even let a few guys pay me for using my cunt, but mostly I gave myself to them, freely. A couple times I was the center of gangbangs of upperclassmen. Those lasted a long time and were very enjoyable.

Eventually, Mom found out that I was screwing guys, just like her. We stopped having secrets. We even shared a guy, a few times. One time we worked a bachelor party together. We each made $200 that night. I enjoyed growing up, especially the fucking part of it.

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Now I am forty and my attitude has changed. I found that older men are usually not good for more than sloppy seconds. Sometimes not even that. Younger guys, fourteen to twenty, or so, may not last as long but they are good for several times. They either don’t go soft, or a little oral stimulus will quickly get them ready to go again. That’s what I like. If I can’t get fucked for at least an hour and have at least three orgasms, I am not satisfied.

Ever though I have never had children, I am know among the town teens as a real MILF, and an easy fuck. I have worked hard to keep my body in good shape. I still have a small waist and a small tight butt. My 34-C tits do sag now, but the guys still love them. I had one surgery to keep my well used cunt tight. The doctor fucked me before, and a few weeks after the operation, so he could tell how good the job came out.

This is graduation time of year, and I have accepted a request to be the date for four high school seniors. I was told that one of the guys has nine inches. The guys came up with $100 each. I am not expecting to be home before dawn, at the earliest. I am going to be sure that they get their money’s worth.

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