Everyone was allowed to see and grope her, but only John had been fucking her according to her. The next morning, mom asked me how I slept, and I said good. I didn’t know how she felt, but I knew John was happy. At school, everyone assumed my mom was my sister, and that my grandma was my mom. He kept pumping at her butt, fast, pulling on her hair, spanking her, and slapping her face. We would shower together, she would dress slutty, walk to work, serve her evergrowing male clients, and come back and get fucked by John. She dressed, acted, and did anything he wanted. He loved showing her off, and letting her know she was his property. I had almost forgotten that Bill had seen me watching my mom get fucked, until one day;
Bill-“Hey Brenda, I wanted to ask you about something in secret, I promise I won’t tell your mom. She stopped working, and he was taking care of all the bills.
