My Mother and My Crush

My name is Katy. I grew up without my father who i never knew, and didn’t find out until later why he didn’t stick around. My story begins when I was 14 years old. I was raised pretty much without any direction or guidance. So I was free to do whatever I pleased. However, sex was something that I took as very serious and always dreamed of giving my virginity to the man of my dreams when I was married. My mother seemed to applaude the idea. But my mother didn’t believe what I did. Mother ws what most would call a whore. I spent many nights buried in my bedroom in the back of the house while my mother served clients in the living room. On occasion I was asked to come watch. Not to get off on it, no, because some men fantasied about having sex while the woman’s children watched on. I obliged a few times, and had admitted later that I got excited thinking about the different things men would do to my mother. However, I had never tried to touch myself at any time. I wanted my first time to be the true first time I had experienced any sexual feelings.

So one saturday I was woken up by mother asking something that I didn’t quite understand. But I agreed and a few hours passed and I heard a ring at the door. As I had done in the past, I acted as an usher to the gentlemen. I walked to the door, and slowly opened it, and saw a man of about 40 years asking if Tracy was there. Tracy was my mother, and I let the man in and watched him walk towards my mother on the couch. As I turned to close the door a foot caught the bottom and I looked back. That’s when I saw Jimmy. Jimmy was THE cutest guy at school and the one I had written so many entries about in my diary. I was shocked that he was here, thinking he’d came for my mother, but in fact was just tagging along with his dad for the day and this was one of the stops. After clearing the money part of the deal, my mother escorted Jimmy’s father to the back and asked if we would be ok on the couch while they talked. We both shrugged, not really wanting to think about what they would “talk” about back there. So Jimmy and I began to talk on the couch while they did their thing. Soon enough the moans ceased and Jimmy got up and walked to the back room. I glanced down the hall and saw Jimmy handing money over to my mother and stepping into my room. My stomach turned at the thought of the guy I was crushing on paying to have sex with my mother, in my room none-the-less.

To my suprise, my mother emerged a few minutes later and light a smoke and sat next to me. I looked over and snobbingly said “Gee that was fast mom.” She looked at me and smirked and said “No no hun, I didn’t have sex with Jimmy there. He paid for something else.” I looked at her wondering what she meant, when she finally told me the truth. “Jimmy paid for you to give him a blowjob sweety. He’s in your room waiting, make it fast.” I looked in total shock as she didn’t laugh or anything, she was serious. I wasn’t some cheap whore like her, I had dignity, and besides, even if I wanted to do it I wouldn’t know how. I had only seen mother do it a few times and never studied it. I refused when I saw Jimmy’s father come out. He looked at me very rude and told me that his son paid good money for it and I was obligated to do it. I stood up and yelled that I wasn’t going to, when Jimmy’s dad grabbed a handful of my hair and began to drag me towards my bedroom where I found Jimmy laying on the bed, pants undone, stroking his cock. However when he saw that I was fighting it he stood up and fixed himself and said it was ok and that he didn’t want it anyways.