They want to know why I'm a prostitute? Well, we'll have to go back to my adolescence. We lived in a fairly populated city of around 300,000 people on average, it was the most important city in my poor province. In these parts of the country, it's quite common for rulers to cling to power and through pressures, promises, and political games, everything ends up looking more like a fiefdom than a democracy. The formula is simple, create poor and uncultured people, that way it's easier to dominate and exercise power.
In that decades-long context of domination, my hometown rises in the deep valley surrounded by high mountains, the climate becomes extremely dense and humid, high temperatures make it almost unbearable to live, and the mountains often cut off the fresh air from the south. Imagine a scene with dozens of modest cottages, inhabited by people with little culture, workers who live day-to-day, poor neighborhoods where people depend on government handouts, which of course took advantage of this situation.
A small part of the population enjoyed the privileges that others lacked, wealthy people who were complicit in power and profited from people's lack of knowledge. This group usually lived on the mountain slopes, at higher elevations where the climate is fresher and it's easier to breathe, large houses, large trees, swimming pools wasting liters of water that others lacked for drinking.
And my family was one of those families...
That's why at 15 I wanted to change everything, despite enjoying a glamorous life of abundance, my ideals told me that all this was wrong and I used to argue daily with my parents about our different views on the matter. My only brother was barely a year older than me, he had dreams of being a lawyer, we also argued because he liked money and knew he would have great possibilities of defending the rich at the expense of the poor, in unjust lawsuits where the sentence was dictated before it began, we were two sides of the same coin.
Mom had around forty-something then, she had raised me since I was a young girl. She was a kindergarten teacher and would go down to the city every morning to exercise her profession. She was very beautiful, slightly plump and short in stature, with large breasts and an outstanding booty, with spectacular thighs, she wore her hair cut short which made her large honey-colored eyes stand out. They say I'm very similar to her, not just physically but also in my way of thinking.
Dad was the real breadwinner at home, the axis of everything. He was several years older than my mother, a prominent architect who controlled almost all the urban planning projects for the government. He managed too much money and public fortunes passed under his custody. It was evident that my father was involved in shady dealings, embezzlement, and tax evasion. We all knew it but preferred to pretend we didn't, and my brother was the one who seemed most like him.
Our family was a crystal castle built on sand, the slightest blow from its walls or the minimum movement of its foundations would make everything shatter, like a deck of cards in a strong storm. For everyone, we were the perfect family, but inside we knew it wasn't that way.
Dad controlled everything at his whim, did and undid as he pleased, I think he loved my mother but women circled around her like vultures waiting for their chance, we all knew about his adventures, his nights of revelry, his life as Don Juan.
Mom suffered because of it, I understand that she was a woman who suffered much and tolerated being unfaithful in silence to maintain an economic status and a name in society. But everything would change in the blink of an eye... close your eyes, we had attended a night at the theater, where we mixed with high-level people, ate outside and returned around midnight, at home we found four armed men waiting for our return, quickly reduced us, I remember I was very nervous and too fearful, more so when my father tried to resist and received a strong blow to the head, leaving it clear who had control of the situation. They took us to the top floor, cornered us in my parents' bedroom at gunpoint.
The men were not some improvised or casual thieves, they knew exactly what they were doing and what they were looking for, with total impunity, they pressured my father with his face uncovered asking him for the dollars diverted from account 'Ave Fénix', a government water project, but my father replied that he didn't have the money, that it was in the bank. A discussion ensued as they were sure my father was hiding it and he denied it systematically, the men said they had no hurry and would turn the house upside down if necessary.
They fulfilled their promise, emptying every corner of the house, and something unexpected happened, they found a moderate-sized box locked with a lock, opened it, and began to take out erotic clothing and some vibrators, objects my parents used in their intimacy, as many couples usually do...
The men started joking with my mother, telling my father that he was very slutty, and if he didn't give them what they wanted, they would take her in front of us, papa swore in all languages that he didn't have the money, and what started as a game turned into reality, the men became violent, ready to take her, the situation got tense, took her by the arm and threw her onto the bed, my brother got angry and also received a blow that caused a bleeding cut on his head, the men... They were getting furious until my mother exclaimed:
- Enough! Enough! I'll do what they want! Just not in front of my children...
- You're going to do what we say, put this lingerie here and now! We're going to take everything you want, we have patience, time, and your kids will be witnesses, unless your husband wants to stop it, he has the key to make it happen...
My mother undressed in front of us, tears streaming down her face resignedly. One of them told her not to cry, that this wouldn't be a rape, that they wanted to see a woman enjoying sex, compliant, suggestively adorable...
Mom slid a tiny thong between her legs, losing it among her buttocks, then put on exquisite black nylon stockings, adjusted a semi-transparent corset that accentuated her generous breasts, ending in four laces, which she adjusted to the stockings. Finally, she wore high-heeled leather boots that went up past her knees.
It was very strong for me to see my own mother like a cheap slut, she was very elegant but I was an immature virgin girl, but this was just the beginning, my father looked at the floor but they forced him to look, to watch the show, my brother was slightly dazed by the shock and I was a sobbing and scared little girl.
They were saying very strong and dirty words, seeing the toys my mom hid took one double, with two large silicon cocks, with a base to adhere it, they lubricated it well and told her to bury it in her holes.
Dad cursed, I just looked at my mom's behavior, she silently adhered it to the floor, the two cocks remained pointing at the sky, opened her legs, ran the thong and sat on them in a squat position, adjusted each tip in a hole and let herself fall onto them, both penetrating my mother's orifices slowly and her sex gradually shortening the distance with the floor. When they practically disappeared from my sight, they told her she was a glutton, told her to go up and down rhythmically on those cocks and that they wanted to see a well-slutted woman, who would caress her breasts and masturbate her clitoris.
Mom then seemed to forget about the surroundings around her, closed her eyes and started going up and down violently, making things enter and exit her pussy and use the word: pussy. One hand was caressing her breasts, only covered by the tight corset, while the other hand was on her button, she started to moan, unable to contain it, the very slut really seemed to enjoy what was happening, it was as if a blow had hit my head, I felt strange, my cheeks were wet from tears, but my vagina was also wet from what was happening, I felt guilty...
At one point she simply leaned back, her legs were cramped, so while one of us held her in place, the other three prepared to approach her, I had never seen a penis live and direct, now I would see four.
With their naked members approaching her face, she took one in each hand and masturbated them smoothly, the other went into her mouth, mom started licking it with care, losing it inside, breathing heavily and now convincing me that she enjoyed what she was doing.
One by one they were sucking on the different cocks within reach, the words helped the view, I could hear them commenting like 'look at how slutty she had been' or 'how well she sucks cocks' or 'she likes sucking cocks to the slut'
One of the guys ripped off her thong and lay down on the bed, asked mom to go over him while he rode him, leaving his ass in a first plane towards where we were, she obeyed and started moving over him, the cock of the guy was entering and exiting my mother who seemed to moan with pleasure, again the words were polluting my ears
- Do you like slut? do you like the Cock? Tell your family how much you like... - Yes... I like... ay!!!!... mmmm!!!! - You're a slut, aren't you? - Yes, I'm a slut... isn't that what they want?
Suddenly another one came from behind, lifting her up, making the pussy come out of its use, opened her buttocks and buried it completely in her ass, entering and leaving again and again, she was moaning like a dirty pig and for me it was like watching a live porn movie, I couldn't believe that Dad would stay apart, so calm, without doing anything.
They got tired of giving it to her through the three holes, it was very strong for me, seeing my own mother's ass penetrated wildly, feeling her enjoy it, almost unable to hide it...
Suddenly they settled around her, forcing her to go down on all fours, they were laughing sarcastically at what they were doing, a stream of cum shot onto her face, and another one, and another one...
One after the other repeated until her face was covered in semen, her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, lips, finally they ordered her to clean herself up with her fingers, taking it all to her mouth until she drank it all. She behaved like a slut again, without arguing, slowly bringing the semen to her mouth until she drank it all.
They left Mom to take a bath, a few minutes later she came to our side, with wet hair dripping water, with a lost look, with a clean body, with a dirty soul, or had been very good at acting or really had enjoyed, perhaps seeking revenge for my father's oppression, whatever the truth was that I never dared to ask.
The guys were tired, they didn't get what they were looking for but without knowing it that night had started the beginning of our end.
From that moment on, the internal war began, my brother got angry with my mother and every instant reminded her that she was a nobody, she cried in the corners, sunk in deep depression, assuring that everything had been faked and every now and then roared against my
father, telling him that he had been a coward for having allowed everything, for letting them take her in front of his children.
He accused him of having enjoyed the moment, not as much as my brother, but also made it clear, and it became evident that he didn't care much and I saw how little by little everything started to collapse.
My brother was the first to leave, leaving behind his dreams of being a lawyer and his only goal became finding those guys and avenging what happened, the last time I saw him not only had he failed but had become a disgusting and repugnant sicario.
My father, in time, hanged himself with a tie tied to a ceiling hook, left us a note feeling guilty for everything, indicating a secret place where the money was, that same money he had preferred to hide putting the whole family at risk.
Fortune disappeared, basically paying for mom's psychiatric treatment which promptly drove her mad and I, I sank into a world of alcohol, drugs, and prostitution, that day my mother was the compass to be the slut I am today.
author: dulces.placeres
In that decades-long context of domination, my hometown rises in the deep valley surrounded by high mountains, the climate becomes extremely dense and humid, high temperatures make it almost unbearable to live, and the mountains often cut off the fresh air from the south. Imagine a scene with dozens of modest cottages, inhabited by people with little culture, workers who live day-to-day, poor neighborhoods where people depend on government handouts, which of course took advantage of this situation.
A small part of the population enjoyed the privileges that others lacked, wealthy people who were complicit in power and profited from people's lack of knowledge. This group usually lived on the mountain slopes, at higher elevations where the climate is fresher and it's easier to breathe, large houses, large trees, swimming pools wasting liters of water that others lacked for drinking.
And my family was one of those families...
That's why at 15 I wanted to change everything, despite enjoying a glamorous life of abundance, my ideals told me that all this was wrong and I used to argue daily with my parents about our different views on the matter. My only brother was barely a year older than me, he had dreams of being a lawyer, we also argued because he liked money and knew he would have great possibilities of defending the rich at the expense of the poor, in unjust lawsuits where the sentence was dictated before it began, we were two sides of the same coin.
Mom had around forty-something then, she had raised me since I was a young girl. She was a kindergarten teacher and would go down to the city every morning to exercise her profession. She was very beautiful, slightly plump and short in stature, with large breasts and an outstanding booty, with spectacular thighs, she wore her hair cut short which made her large honey-colored eyes stand out. They say I'm very similar to her, not just physically but also in my way of thinking.
Dad was the real breadwinner at home, the axis of everything. He was several years older than my mother, a prominent architect who controlled almost all the urban planning projects for the government. He managed too much money and public fortunes passed under his custody. It was evident that my father was involved in shady dealings, embezzlement, and tax evasion. We all knew it but preferred to pretend we didn't, and my brother was the one who seemed most like him.
Our family was a crystal castle built on sand, the slightest blow from its walls or the minimum movement of its foundations would make everything shatter, like a deck of cards in a strong storm. For everyone, we were the perfect family, but inside we knew it wasn't that way.
Dad controlled everything at his whim, did and undid as he pleased, I think he loved my mother but women circled around her like vultures waiting for their chance, we all knew about his adventures, his nights of revelry, his life as Don Juan.
Mom suffered because of it, I understand that she was a woman who suffered much and tolerated being unfaithful in silence to maintain an economic status and a name in society. But everything would change in the blink of an eye... close your eyes, we had attended a night at the theater, where we mixed with high-level people, ate outside and returned around midnight, at home we found four armed men waiting for our return, quickly reduced us, I remember I was very nervous and too fearful, more so when my father tried to resist and received a strong blow to the head, leaving it clear who had control of the situation. They took us to the top floor, cornered us in my parents' bedroom at gunpoint.
The men were not some improvised or casual thieves, they knew exactly what they were doing and what they were looking for, with total impunity, they pressured my father with his face uncovered asking him for the dollars diverted from account 'Ave Fénix', a government water project, but my father replied that he didn't have the money, that it was in the bank. A discussion ensued as they were sure my father was hiding it and he denied it systematically, the men said they had no hurry and would turn the house upside down if necessary.
They fulfilled their promise, emptying every corner of the house, and something unexpected happened, they found a moderate-sized box locked with a lock, opened it, and began to take out erotic clothing and some vibrators, objects my parents used in their intimacy, as many couples usually do...
The men started joking with my mother, telling my father that he was very slutty, and if he didn't give them what they wanted, they would take her in front of us, papa swore in all languages that he didn't have the money, and what started as a game turned into reality, the men became violent, ready to take her, the situation got tense, took her by the arm and threw her onto the bed, my brother got angry and also received a blow that caused a bleeding cut on his head, the men... They were getting furious until my mother exclaimed:
- Enough! Enough! I'll do what they want! Just not in front of my children...
- You're going to do what we say, put this lingerie here and now! We're going to take everything you want, we have patience, time, and your kids will be witnesses, unless your husband wants to stop it, he has the key to make it happen...
My mother undressed in front of us, tears streaming down her face resignedly. One of them told her not to cry, that this wouldn't be a rape, that they wanted to see a woman enjoying sex, compliant, suggestively adorable...
Mom slid a tiny thong between her legs, losing it among her buttocks, then put on exquisite black nylon stockings, adjusted a semi-transparent corset that accentuated her generous breasts, ending in four laces, which she adjusted to the stockings. Finally, she wore high-heeled leather boots that went up past her knees.
It was very strong for me to see my own mother like a cheap slut, she was very elegant but I was an immature virgin girl, but this was just the beginning, my father looked at the floor but they forced him to look, to watch the show, my brother was slightly dazed by the shock and I was a sobbing and scared little girl.
They were saying very strong and dirty words, seeing the toys my mom hid took one double, with two large silicon cocks, with a base to adhere it, they lubricated it well and told her to bury it in her holes.
Dad cursed, I just looked at my mom's behavior, she silently adhered it to the floor, the two cocks remained pointing at the sky, opened her legs, ran the thong and sat on them in a squat position, adjusted each tip in a hole and let herself fall onto them, both penetrating my mother's orifices slowly and her sex gradually shortening the distance with the floor. When they practically disappeared from my sight, they told her she was a glutton, told her to go up and down rhythmically on those cocks and that they wanted to see a well-slutted woman, who would caress her breasts and masturbate her clitoris.
Mom then seemed to forget about the surroundings around her, closed her eyes and started going up and down violently, making things enter and exit her pussy and use the word: pussy. One hand was caressing her breasts, only covered by the tight corset, while the other hand was on her button, she started to moan, unable to contain it, the very slut really seemed to enjoy what was happening, it was as if a blow had hit my head, I felt strange, my cheeks were wet from tears, but my vagina was also wet from what was happening, I felt guilty...
At one point she simply leaned back, her legs were cramped, so while one of us held her in place, the other three prepared to approach her, I had never seen a penis live and direct, now I would see four.
With their naked members approaching her face, she took one in each hand and masturbated them smoothly, the other went into her mouth, mom started licking it with care, losing it inside, breathing heavily and now convincing me that she enjoyed what she was doing.
One by one they were sucking on the different cocks within reach, the words helped the view, I could hear them commenting like 'look at how slutty she had been' or 'how well she sucks cocks' or 'she likes sucking cocks to the slut'
One of the guys ripped off her thong and lay down on the bed, asked mom to go over him while he rode him, leaving his ass in a first plane towards where we were, she obeyed and started moving over him, the cock of the guy was entering and exiting my mother who seemed to moan with pleasure, again the words were polluting my ears
- Do you like slut? do you like the Cock? Tell your family how much you like... - Yes... I like... ay!!!!... mmmm!!!! - You're a slut, aren't you? - Yes, I'm a slut... isn't that what they want?
Suddenly another one came from behind, lifting her up, making the pussy come out of its use, opened her buttocks and buried it completely in her ass, entering and leaving again and again, she was moaning like a dirty pig and for me it was like watching a live porn movie, I couldn't believe that Dad would stay apart, so calm, without doing anything.
They got tired of giving it to her through the three holes, it was very strong for me, seeing my own mother's ass penetrated wildly, feeling her enjoy it, almost unable to hide it...
Suddenly they settled around her, forcing her to go down on all fours, they were laughing sarcastically at what they were doing, a stream of cum shot onto her face, and another one, and another one...
One after the other repeated until her face was covered in semen, her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, lips, finally they ordered her to clean herself up with her fingers, taking it all to her mouth until she drank it all. She behaved like a slut again, without arguing, slowly bringing the semen to her mouth until she drank it all.
They left Mom to take a bath, a few minutes later she came to our side, with wet hair dripping water, with a lost look, with a clean body, with a dirty soul, or had been very good at acting or really had enjoyed, perhaps seeking revenge for my father's oppression, whatever the truth was that I never dared to ask.
The guys were tired, they didn't get what they were looking for but without knowing it that night had started the beginning of our end.
From that moment on, the internal war began, my brother got angry with my mother and every instant reminded her that she was a nobody, she cried in the corners, sunk in deep depression, assuring that everything had been faked and every now and then roared against my
father, telling him that he had been a coward for having allowed everything, for letting them take her in front of his children.
He accused him of having enjoyed the moment, not as much as my brother, but also made it clear, and it became evident that he didn't care much and I saw how little by little everything started to collapse.
My brother was the first to leave, leaving behind his dreams of being a lawyer and his only goal became finding those guys and avenging what happened, the last time I saw him not only had he failed but had become a disgusting and repugnant sicario.
My father, in time, hanged himself with a tie tied to a ceiling hook, left us a note feeling guilty for everything, indicating a secret place where the money was, that same money he had preferred to hide putting the whole family at risk.
Fortune disappeared, basically paying for mom's psychiatric treatment which promptly drove her mad and I, I sank into a world of alcohol, drugs, and prostitution, that day my mother was the compass to be the slut I am today.
author: dulces.placeres
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