Growing Up Insane
Chapter 1
Mom's been a whore for over thirty-five years, and although she is on
the wrong side of fifty, still turns tricks just to stay in practice and pick up
some pin money. Me and my sister have followed in mom's footsteps. I've been
doing guys for money ever since I turned thirteen, and Marcie is coming up on
her tenth anniversary as a pro.
I was an accident that she decided to keep, although her pimp did all
sorts of things to try to get rid of her "handicap". However once she started to
show, the demand for her services went through the roof and he finally backed
off and let her have me. Don't get me wrong, that bastard kept her working right
up to the day she went into labor. She still claims that taking on those three
guys that afternoon was what got her started. A month later she was back on her
back, legs spread as her cunt was reamed out by those too cheap to afford the
ten bucks extra her pimp wanted for her ass.
Five years later, when things got tight for the working girls because
the politicians were running scared, she decided to let herself get knocked up
again, remembering how being in the family way helped business. Marcie came a
little early, probably because of the gangbanging that mom took over a wild
weekend when she was in the middle of her eighth month. She still bores people
with the story of how she took on twenty-eight guys who fucked her a grand total
of ninety-eight times, not counting blowjobs, in roughly half a day.
These days mom has gotten into religion. She belongs to this weird bunch
that have their meetings in a store front down town where the lower class whores
work. Me and my sister are considered high class prostitutes because we work out
of a house and our mom pimps us. Naturally she gets a cut of our take for
business expenses, room and board, plus medical checkups to make sure that our
plumbing is working right and we haven't picked up anything that would put a
crimp in our money-making equipment.
Getting back to mom, she lets the minister, a really well hung guy, have
some pussy in exchange for him exorcising her to get rid of the demons that make
her turn tricks. So once a month the minister, usually assisted by one of the
lady members of the church, puts mom through the wringer to drive out the evil
spirits. Me and Marcie think she's crazy for letting them do the things to her
that they do. Unless we're really busy we always peek in on mom while they're
doing her good.
The last time the minister was over was on a Saturday. Mom had turned a
couple of tricks Friday night and was feeling really guilty. I guess he had
heard about that and so the "reverend" was mad as a hornet when he and a lady
church member showed up at the door. Marcie let them in because I was busy
sucking a cock while another client with a monster joint was trying to turn my
asshole inside out. Later when I was finished Marcie told me about the dog they
had brought. We hot footed it down to mom's room and listened at the door.
Suddenly the door flew open,nearly knocking us down, and we were face to
face with the minister. "Come in, come in, I've been waiting for you two
trollops," he said, flinging his arm wide. I could see mom working on the dog's
long red dick. She was naked and kneeling on the floor with her hands cuffed
behind her back. The mutt had its paws hanging over her shoulders and the church
lady was hand feeding his dick into mom's mouth. "You're just in time to see
your mother having congress with Bruno." I didn't have the faintest idea what
that meant. I did know that mom wasn't fluffing that mutt so it could do either
the reverend or the church lady. So I waited to see what happened next.
I sure was right. A minute or so later mom was moaning and groaning to
beat hell as that furry fucker drilled out her cunt from behind. Now that was
doggy style fucking! Marcie was standing there in just her robe, which had come
open, and had this weird look on her face like she'd never seen a mutt doing a
person before. The minister and the lady, who was tall, real thin and didn't
have any makeup on to hide her ugly puss, just watched with big smirks on their
face as that mutt tore into mom. Damned if she wasn't pushing back every time
that dog's dick hit home! If the minister thought that was gonna change mom's
ways he was in for a big surprise.
Once that dog went off inside mom his dick knotted up. While she waited
to get loose from the mutt, mom began servicing the minister's huge cock with
her mouth. The church lady didn't think much about it because she was busy
stripping down. Damn, that skinny bitch had a muff on her that looked like it
hadn't ever seen a blade. It ran all over the place, there was even a trail of
hair that ran right up to her belly button. Her tits looked like pancakes, but
they had the biggest, stiffest nips I'd seen in a long while.
By the time the dog let mom go, she had gotten the minister's cock full
grown. It was an impressive sight, probably at least ten inches and thick, real
thick. The church lady settled herself on the edge of mom's bed and spread her
legs apart. The minister told mom to scoot over and get to work on the juicy,
furry muff that the lady was showing. As soon as mom's tongue was lapping away
on that lady's cunt, the minister knelt down and began feeding that thick cock
into her asshole. It was slow going even though mom had taken thousands of dicks
up her ass. Inch by inch that weapon disappeared between her cheeks until it was
in to the base. Then he commenced widening my mom's asshole, slow at first then
picking up speed as her shitter loosened up.
I looked over at Marcie and her eyes appeared ready to pop out of her
head as she watched mom chow down on that bush growing from the lady's cunt
while the minister plowed her backdoor using some serious strokes. The lady
grabbed mom's head and started moving it up and down her snatch while she said,
"Eat my cunt out you filthy whore! Get that tongue deeper! Move it around and
lick up all that juice you're getting out of me." Marcie started playing with
her shaved pussy as the three of them did their thing.
Then the minister and the lady started to sing, praising the lord for
allowing this sinner to return to the fold. That was pretty funny because I knew
for a fact that mom had a couple of customers coming over tomorrow. She called
them "toe curlers", which meant they really knew how to get her off. Mom always
gave those types some kind of a discount. The last one she had over got a free
ride on Marcie, who had to admit that the guy was a genuine stud.
The two of them kept singing and mom kept eating pussy while the
minister reamed out her asshole. Shortly afterwards Marcie grunted, her eyes
rolled, and she started squirting cunt juice all over her thighs, so much that
it ran down both legs. I decided it was time to leave the love birds alone.
My next trick came right on time in more ways than one. He was an old
guy, nearly as old as mom, but he had a great tongue. I don't usually come when
I'm working, but I fake it pretty good. This one almost made it turn out to be
real. One of these days I'm gonna let him go just to see if he can do it. I
headed for the bathroom to douche and freshen up for my next appointment. On my
way I had to pass mom's room. The door was wide open and I couldn't resist
taking a peek to see what was going on.
Mom was kneeling on a couple of wooden rods, still handcuffed. She was
facing away from me so I could see that her asshole was not only gaping, but her
cheeks were criss-crossed with deep cuts and welts. They had been beating her
with more than a strap to leave marks like that. She was still eating that
lady's pussy, but as I watched the thin woman turned around, spread her ass
cheeks and backed her asshole into mom's face. "You get that tongue busy and
clean out my shitter. You better not miss any spots or I'll use the cane on your
tits this time."
At this point the reverend came up on me and asked if I was interested
in having my mom eat me out or suck and lick my asshole. I said no, and he
grinned. "Well then we'll be taking her to the bathroom for some water sports
soon as she finishes with my helper." I knew what that meant. Mom would probably
be pissed on, have to swallow some and maybe even take an enema or two. I'd done
all that many times with certain customers who paid plenty extra for that kind
of fun.
I did my business in the bathroom and as I was leaving they were
marching mom towards me. She did not look well at all. Her tits were
criss-crossed with marks that maybe came from a belt. There were a bunch of deep
welts extending from just below her tits to just above her pussy. I noticed some
other marks that looked like they were made with something hot like maybe a
cigarette. Her cunt lips were really swollen, but her cunt was open and dripping
something messy. She didn't seem to notice me, her eyes were looking down at the
floor as they pushed and poked her toward the bathroom. As the reverend passed,
he gave me a shit-eating grin and asked if I wanted to join the fun. I didn't
answer, just kept moving down the hall. I heard the door to the bathroom slam
shut and then the click of the lock being set. Poor mom was in for a very hard
time.
My next customer was a regular, but I still did not feel comfortable
with being totally at his mercy. If they were available, mom or Marcie would
always attend while he worked on me, to make sure that things never got out of
hand. As luck would have it, Marcie was busy with a customer and wouldn't be
able to "spot" for me for the first half of our session. I decided to take a
chance and "work without a net". That turned out to be a big mistake.
As usual he brought his hand cuffs and manacles and quickly had me
spread eagled on the bed with my wrists and ankles secured to the bedposts. He
stripped down and once he washed it, presented his limp wrinkled cock for me to
suck. So far, so good. I set to work bobbing my head up and down on his slowly
growing joint as he stared down at me. Normally it took ten minutes or so to get
him off, then the real fun would begin. Today he got hard and got off in my
mouth in less than half the time.
Soon as I finished swallowing his creamy load of wigglers, he pinched my
nose shut, then crammed a rag into my mouth and taped it in place. I tried to
scream, but not much got out. Then he pulled out the jar of lube and started
coating his hand. He slathered more of the lube around the entrance to my shaved
cunt and then made a fist.
I don't know about other pros, or sex workers as they now like to be
called, but fisting is not one of my favorite tricks. I will let a customer put
his fist in me up to the wrist, but that's it. For this kind of "special
service" I get double my normal fee. This time it looked as if I was going to
get stiffed, in more ways than one. I began to hope that maybe once he got his
hand inside me he'd get hard and then go back to his usual pattern of playing
with my tits and fucking me until he got off again. In this case, no such luck.
He began by poking a couple of fingers into my pussy and wiggling them
around to loosen me up to take a few more. He rummaged around inside me for a
few minutes and then worked another finger up me. I kept real still, afraid of
getting him mad, not wanting him to do any more damage to my insides than was
necessary in helping him to get off. By the time he started to fold his thumb
and start pushing I was in a cold sweat. He was beginning to stretch me out and
the feeling was not good. Unlike the others, he wasn't that sure about what he
was doing. "Oh great", I thought to myself, "I get to be his guinea pig. How
lucky can this working girl get?"
He kept pushing and it started to hurt. One of his fingernails, which
probably wasn't too clean, began to dig into me. I let him know by grunting and
trying to move off his fist. That was a big mistake; he rammed me good and hard,
taking the wind out of me. I gasped and cursed into the gag. This bastard could
really do some damage, and there wasn't much I could do to prevent it. I tried
to shift my body into a more comfortable position to ease the pressure, but all
that did was get me another good shot to the guts. I was so fucked!
The pressure kept building up as he got deeper into my poor stretched
out fuck box. I panicked and started bucking like a horse in an effort to get
that bastard's fist out of me. He gave me an evil grin and rode it out. When I
got tired of pushing and bouncing up and down he grinned and punished me good.
He bent over and put his other hand right down on my belly and leaned foward,
putting his weight on my gut, just about where his fist was. He pressed hard,
once, twice and a third time and I thought I was going to puke. That was scary
because I was gagged and there was a good chance I could choke or even drown in
my own vomit. I really began to sweat then.
I nodded my head like crazy once he let me catch my breath. He got the
message and started concentrating on seeing how much further in me he could go.
My eyes started tearing as he kept shoving that big hard lump of a hand deeper
and deeper. Now it was his turn to sweat as I began to clench my pussy muscles
to slow him down. Then the bastard pulled back suddenly and lunged forward,
driving his fist up my cunt even further than before. This time I damned near
passed out from the pain. Fortunately for me he had taken his best shot, and
would go no deeper. I looked down and saw that half his arm below the elbow was
buried into my puffed up cunt. I knew that if I kept looking at how far that
fist of his was up my money-maker, I would start puking. So I killed two birds
with one stone, I looked at him instead and started to cry, hoping that he would
take pity on me.
Damned if it didn't work. He withdrew his fist from me slowly, almost as
if he was reluctant to leave my sore stretched cunt. I turned on the tears full
blast to sort of encourage him to vacate the premises. He took his own sweet
time, but at last is slimy hand popped free of my snatch. It felt as if a great
weight had been lifted from my body.
I was so happy and relieved that I was glad I couldn't talk, since I
probably would have offered him a crack at my asshole to show him my
appreciation. The son of a bitch must have been a mind reader, because he got
that happy-dumb look on his face as he began working his middle finger up into
my asshole.
God only knows what might have happened next, but my little sister
bounced in at that point. Marcie took one look at the situation, including my
rather swollen and gaping cunt and gave him a glare that would melt steel. My
former master was now reduced to a quivering lump of limp dicked flesh.
To make a long story short, my customer quickly left the premises after
paying me for my services icluding the extra stuff and adding a nice tip as
well. That scumbag knew he'd be barred from the house if I complained to mom
about what he had pulled on me. It was no big deal, just another little hit and
run accident that so oftens happens in this place.
I got to be going, but if you come around later I'll fill you in on what
happened to mom in the bathroom and introduce you to the love of my life,
Ralphy.
