Mommy Made Me Do It

I’ve known my mom was a whore for a little over two years now. It was an accidental discovery when I was 14. No I don’t mean whore in the sense that she went out and slept with a bunch of men, though she did do that, but I mean my mother has sex for money. My father was never in the picture and apparently waitressing just wasn’t cutting it. Even with all the clients she takes to seedy motels and occasionally back home, bills are always piling up. The money isn’t coming in fast enough to fend off everyone looking for their payments.
At first it came as a bit of a shock, seeing my mom being paid after swallowing some strangers seed but with puberty hitting, oddly enough, it kind of became erotic. There were many nights I’d lay in bed listening to the stranger pounding my mom in the room next door, my hand squeezing on my cock, stroking, until the semen was sliding down my shaft. A few times I even cracked the door and watched. It was dark but the shapes of the people were there and the noises and degrading remarks were so much easier to hear.
Three days ago I was sitting on the couch watching a late night movie. They always played these horrible movies on Saturdays, but the selection was limited, having only 4 channels. Mom walked in with several envelopes in her hand, sitting down across from me in the old grey chair. I could tell she had been working tonight, she smelled like sex and looked really hot. Her light brown hair was up in a ponytail, with a few strands of hair covering her face near her ruby red lips. The black leather trenchcoat stuck closely to her body with just a small opening to see her cleavage baring top and short leather skirt. As always, she was wearing her knee high vinyl boots.

“These fuckin bills just don’t stop coming. Every time I pay one or two, three more pop up. Jimmy, you need to start lookin for a job. We need a bit more income. We need to at least catch up on these and get rid of some of the goddamn stress.”

“I’ve put in aps mom, i’m trying. The economy sucks right now, there is only so much I can do.”

“Well try harder, before I have to figure out some other way to make us cash,” she said in a low voice behind the cigarette pressed between her lips.

I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I didn’t really care at that moment.