My Dirty Whore of a Mother

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The Story- My name is Andy Westwood. I am a twenty-four-year-old bartender working in a small bar in an insignificant little town called pecan wells.

The story which I am about to narrate to you happened when I was 18 years old. Back then, I was living with my mother in Springdale, which is about two hours north of pecan wells. Springdale was a quite little town back then with a very few people around. My mother had recently divorced my father and had started to date again. My mother won full custody of me during the divorce. My father never really cared for me and was a sadistic alcoholic. My parents were never happy as far as I could remember. Infidelity was a thing, which occurred with both my parents a lot. My parents had met in high School when they were fifteen years old. My pop got my mother pregnant on the first date itself. They decided to drop out of his school and get married.

As soon as the divorce was finalized, my father moved out of town with some woman. My mother who had no education at all took a job at the local post office. About two months after my parents got divorced my mother started to date again. She was dating men even when she was married but that was done in secret.

My father always called my mother a whore but I had thought it was just because he hated her. I later found out my mother actually was somewhat of a whore. As I said, my mother was dating again and now there was no need to be secretive anymore so she was a little more ostentatious. We moved into a small shack of a house taking what money we had.

I did not care much for school but because my mother forced me, I went. It was the middle of September when she started to bring men into the house. In the house, there was only one bedroom, which my mother and me shared. But whenever my mother brought home men, she would entertain them in the living room only as big about a public rest room.

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It was almost midnight when I heard a loud and noisy pickup truck pull up in front of the house. The headlights flashed directly into my room and I knew mama had brought home another man. This was the third one this month and it was only the fourteenth. My mama would leave me home alone and go to bars after I was asleep. In the beginning, she would come home late and a man would always drop her off home at around three or four in the morning. I figured she went to his house but lately she was bringing men here into this small little shack of a house. I had not yet understood what sex was at that point and why people had it. I was only 18 and had not gotten to sex yet.

Usually when a man came my mother and him would quietly sneak up into the house and then start off. My mama took extra care to make sure I did not find out what she was doing although it was quiet obvious even at that age. However tonight was different as soon as the car engine was turned off I heard them talking loud. I slowly got up out of bed and walked over towards the window. I pulled the curtains aside slowly and saw my mother get out with the man. My mother was laughing loudly and she was also walking awkward so I figured she was really drunk. The man held her hand and directed her towards the front door. She went through her purse and got the key out. She worked on the door for a while before opening it. I ran back into bed as soon as I heard the front door open. I pulled the bed sheets over my head and pretended I was asleep. About a minute or so later my mother came in to check up on me. She lifted the sheets up and shook me to see if I was asleep and then stood there for a while just standing quietly. I made some light snoring noises and pretended I was asleep. She tucked the sheets up until my neck and walked towards the door. I lifted my head slightly and saw her standing there lighting a cigarette. Her back was towards me so she could not see me. She was wearing a tight fiting tank top, which revealed more than it covered. She was also wearing a tiny little denim skirt, which was only an inch, or two below her ass cheeks. She stood there for a minute or two smoking the cigarette and then turned towards me and walked away. She closed the door quietly and walked towards the living room.

Though my mother had brought men home before I had never been awake or interested. Suddenly somehow I had the urge to spy on my mother. I walked towards the door and pushed it back slightly. I heard my mama and the man talking in the living room. I slowly walked out the door and started to crawl along the floor towards the living room. As I got closer, what they were saying became clearer. I was almost towards the end of the hallway when I heard the man say, “Ain’t your kid gonna wake up darling?”

“Don’t you worry about that honey. I put a little something in his dinner to make sure he stays asleep.” My mother said giggling.

My mother had drugged me just so that I wouldn’t bother her while she was fucking some random guy? I was starting to realize that some of the things my father said about my mother were true. I was outraged after hearing what she said. It was a good thing that I hadn’t eaten dinner I thought to myself. I was at the end of the hallway and had to turn to see what was going on. I stuck my head out into the dimly lit and tiny little room. I saw my mama sitting next to a short, bald and fat man. I hadn’t gotten a good view of him when he got out of the car but now I could see him clearly. He was sitting right next to my mama. They were so close that their legs were touching each other. They had a bottle of wine on the floor next to the couch. My mama had a glass with her and so did the man. They tapped their glasses together and started to drink.

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