Part 2, I want to be just like mom

This story picks up right where I left off. I promise it gets more interesting in every story, sorry for the slow build up of my last one.

Like I said before, I didn’t know this was going on at the time, I was about 4 or 5. I could only see a few things and couldn’t understand at the time, but my mom filled in the gaps later in life. My mom’s boss was a big, fat, black man called John. He was about 40 at the time, married, and ugly looking. My mom was 17 or 18. John had been harrassing and touching my mom since day one, saying she could have anything she wanted if he “owned” her. The day after we left grandma’s place, my mom was determined to get through. I don’t know if it was circumstances, or she needed and excuse to do it, but she immediately went to John to take him up on his offer. My mom told him she would do what he wanted, but she needed a big pay raise, extra hours, amongst other things. John agreed, but told her she knew what he wanted. My mom knew what he wanted and was willing to give it to him.

John took my mom into his office, and told her to get naked, which my mom obeyed. He groped and kissed her body, and sucked on her breasts. He then got my mom on her knees and had her suck him off. Once she was done, she put her clothes back on, and John told her to be ready for the next day. John gave her some money and told her, “From now on, you are my bitch, and besides fucking you, your gonna making sure my customers keep coming back to see you.” Mom said,”What do you want me to do?”. John;”Guys already come in just to see you, but now, your gonna give them more of a reason. You’re going to be my slut, and you are going to dress like one.”

Later that day, my mom took me to the mall, we got some lunch and started shopping. She started trying on really small miniskirts, some really tight, and some loose. She would ask me how she looked, and naturally, she looked really good. I noticed most of them barely covered her ass, and most were so tight I could see her underwear.