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 So onward...  My mom .  Oh by the gods, if there is a more selfish, self
centered, self serving immature fucked up bitch on this planet, I don't
know who she is.  But I love my mom all the same.  During the on again, off
again marriage of my parents, she would frequently throw herself between
myself and my dad before he, in a drunken stupor, could hit me or my
sister. She would sneak food to us when he would lock us in the closet
without supper, and she would receive a sound beating for it if he found
out.  BUT then there were the nights she wasn't there, she was probably off
with her friends giving some country boy head in his pickup outside the
honky-tonk while I would be at home shielding my younger sister from a
beating.  She hated country music, but mama sure did love those country
boys.  She especially loved truckers, for some reason.  I remember one time
when I was seven, we were driving on the highway past a big rig, one of
those with the big JESUS on the side, I think it was, and mom whipped out
her titties at the two truckers, then lifted her skirt, moved her panties
and finger-fucked herself right there in front of my sister and I.  We
followed them to a truck stop, and she gave me money to get us a couple of
burgers and wander the gift shop while she climbed up into the cab to
"chat" with them.  I was pretty embarrassed, and a little jealous because I
knew she was getting sex, and I wasn't.  Not that I would have fucked them,
anyway.  I mean, I wasn't a complete preteen whore.  Not yet.  Then, after
dad left, and it was just the three of us and a cat named Whitesocks, mom
would have various boyfriends over.  My sister and I had our own room, but
the walls in the trailer were thin and we could usually hear everything. 
Sometimes we giggled, sometimes we cried.  Sometimes Amy and I would
masturbate under the covers together.  (but that is another memory, this
one is about our mom).  So the three of us females were very comfortable
being naked together.  Sometimes we would shower together, be in the same
bathroom as one of us was on the potty.  Nothing sexual went on during
these times.  It was just three girls being comfortable and natural. 
Sometimes, after a bad dream, I would crawl into bed with mom when she was
alone, and stare at her naked body lit up by the bathroom nightlight.  Her
large, saggy, heaving breasts, her furry, glistening mound.  Sometimes I
would slip my hand in my panties and play until I fell asleep.  But, on the
nights that mom would bring home a boyfriend, and after Amy was asleep, I
would try to slip in mom's room unnoticed to watch, like I used to get to
with dad.  Usually I got caught, and got yelled at and/or spanked for it. I
kinda liked getting spanked.  Mom and dad both always spanked me bare
assed. Their hands smacking against my naked butt cheeks left not just my
eyes wet!

   Things changed when I was seven (after the trucker incident).  I was
able to sneak in, but got caught when I crawled past the bathroom door and
was silhouetted by the night light.  Mom flipped on the lamp next to the
bed, and cursed at me, calling me a "sneaky little bitch," and a "horny
slut," etc.  She said, "So you wanna see what this is all about huh?" and
made me sit at the headboard on the pillows and watch her suck this guy's
cock.  He must have enjoyed it too, because I could she his cock throbbing
as mom worked him, and he kept glancing at me.  Then, before they got to
fucking, mom came over and pulled my night gown up.  My panties were
visibly wet, and she said, "You're pretty panties are soaked, Jen.  Do you
want to play with your pussy while you watch mommy?" I don't remember if I
answered or not, but I do remember she pulled my panties off, and I sat
there, legs spread wide for all to see sliding my fingers on either side of
my throbbing seven year-old clit and watching this unknown man destroy my
mom's soaked, hairy hole.  It had a thick shaft wrapped with protruding
veins and a bulbous head that looked like a helmet.  My mom turned around
and stroked him furiously, the man's cock head just inside her mouth,
getting worked over by her tongue.  Then she stopped, and looked at me, and
evil smirk on her face, she lunged forward, making me recoil from her, my
arm raised.  She grabbed a handful of my dark, brown hair.  "C'mere, want a
closer look, little slut?" She pulled me right up to the stranger's cock,
throbbed so hard, it seemed to jump up and down.  "Donna, what are you
doing?" the man with the throbbing cock said.  "Just do it, or I will tell
your wife everything," my mom said through her teeth as she started
stroking his cock again.  She ordered me to open my mouth, and she shoved
my head down onto this pulsating prick.  I could feel it fill my mouth and
ram the back of my throat.  I gagged, fearing I would vomit.  My mother
instructed me to close my lips around this invading monster, and rub the
underside with my tongue and watch the teeth!  I did as told, and she said
to suck on it like a big pop sickle!  I did so, tears streaming down my
face, and my eyes were blurry and stung as she held my head by my hair.  I
heard her say "Fuck my daughter's mouth asshole, or I make that call!" The
man did so,thrusting his cock back and forth in my mouth.  I heard him
complain "Ow" as he hit my teeth a little.  Fortunately for him I didn't
have my top to front teeth any more!  I fought through the gagging and
choking, and at one point I felt his hairy scrotum on my chin when his cock
was so deep against the back of my throat, I was sure I would vomit all
over it.  Then I heard the man moan, "Oh my god Donna, noooo, god noo!" But
I didn't until I felt his cock head swell in the back of my throat, closing
it off, and his shaft throbbed and his salty, warm creamy, cum exploded in
my throat, filling mouth.  I tried to swallow it, but it was too much, and
a texture I wasn't familiar with.  It poured out of my mouth, down my chin,
onto and into my purple night gown, over my flat chest and tiny nipples. 
My mom pulled my head back off his cock, and the remainder of this
stranger's load shot across my cheek and into my hair.  Mom let me go, and
I fell to the bed, coughing and choking, spitting out what I could of his
jizz, and a little vomit too.  The man got off the bed and started to get
dressed.  "Did you like cumming in my seven year old's mouth?" Mom asked
him.  "Oh my god, Donna, no, no, no,oh my god," he muttered as he got
dressed and hurried out.  Mommy gathered me in her arms and held me against
her breast as I sobbed from the shock of the violent experience.  We feel
asleep like that.  Later, after the shock wore off, I reveled in the
experience, and masturbated to the memory of it for days.  The man must
have enjoyed it because came back a a couple more times, and mom more
gently guided me sucking his cock.  I was able to swallow half his load
before gagging, and spitting it out.  I kinda started looking forward to
his visits, but he stopped coming around before we could do anything more.
There were a couple of times mom, drunk or stoned, would get me out of bed
to come in and watch her with another guys, but I wasn't invited to do
anything with them.  I have another memory where mom brought me in her
bedroom by herself, and we talked.  About sex in general, about my
feelings, about watching her fucking those guys, and sucking the strange
man's cock.  I never felt closer to her than during those heart to hearts.
I told her how much it turned me on, and how I couldn't wait to have sex.
She told me it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.  That first talk,
we talked about masturbation, and she had me sit on the floor facing this
full length mirror on the bathroom door while she sat behind me, both of us
naked.  She told me to play with myself, so I did.  It was so fucking hot
to have my mom watching me, her eyes fixed on my little, hairless cunt, my
fingers caressing my young clit and lips while I sat between her legs and
she pinched her nipples.  But I couldn't cum.  I kept tiring my self out. I
think she sensed it, because she reached around and took my hand in hers,
and stroked my clit, and penetrated my pussy back and forth until it sent
me over the edge, half crying, half moaning, "Mommy, mommy, mommy" until I
came.  Then she sat close infront of me, our legs straddling each other,
and masturbated her bush until she came.  Our pussies were so close, once
in a while her hand would brush my still throbbing clit.  and I would jump.

   Anyway, these masturbation sessions were far and few in between and only
when she was drunk or stoned, I'm sure, and went on from seven years old
until I was 8 or 9.  One time we lay next to each other in a 69 like
position on the bed and watched each other, another time she had me sit on
her chest and do it, and another we traded face down ass up positions,
watching each other.  One time I lay on my back, and she laid her head on
my thigh and watched.  She was so close, I could feel her warm breath on my
bald pussy.  I so wanted her to lick it, to feel her tongue, but I was
terrified to say anything.  One time she was having trouble getting off,
and asked me to pinch her nipples.  Most times we just sat next to each
other in front of the mirror masturbating, and we rarely ever talked again,
and we NEVER talked about our incestuous play during the day.  Most of the
time, she was pretty much a mean and hurtful bitch after dad left.