#SLUTMOM 10 | #MOMANDDAUGHTER 1 | BBCWHORES
I am out in these cold, cursed, dank streets offering pussy, ass and tits in exchange for money like it's the end of the world. It might as well be such because this, right now, is the only way I can bring home some bread. Times have been rough big time, and when you're a forty-plus-year-old bitch, if the going gets tough, then you might as well jump onboard and ride like it's your last meal ticket.
I once was married, but that ended in divorce. I once had a home, but that was until the bank kicked me and my daughter to the curb. Together, we moved in with my Mom in Dodge City. My foreclosed home had four bedrooms, came equipped with every mode of comfort from a four-star hotel, and had a spectacular view of the Bay Area. My Mom's place was nothing of such; as it turns out, she was way behind on the mortgage. Mom passed away not long after Sylvia and I moved it, so it's been our home now, and I've been struggling to keep it that way.
Selling pussy and ass has become a newfound career for me, and what's most astounding is how far I've become nearly comfortable about it in such a short period. Initially, I figured it would last possibly several weeks until I found a decent job (or married some other rich bloke like my former husband) and then moved us out of our current predicament. But how fast the days have flown, and here I am out in the bustling streets looking to score tricks.
But I'm not alone in my habit. At least I was when I first began, but then Sylvia decided she wanted a crack at it. I tried my damnnest to dissuade her from it, even drummed up stories of how dangerous the lifestyle is, but she didn't care. She said as long as I was out tricking, she might as well keep herself busy by doing so.
"I'm going to do it, Mom," she once told me during a heated discussion about the subject. "And you're either going to show me the ropes, or I'm going to go out and do it myself. Either way, this is what I wanna do."
Sylvia wasn't a teenager, even though I couldn't help but see her that way with my motherly eyes. She turned twenty-one a month ago, and while she should be in college, instead she was ready to give that up to get dicked by whichever black man she could find.
Yes, I forgot to mention that part, but allow me to backpedal a bit and bring you up to speed.
Getting into this way of life is no easy trip. The streets are never safe, especially during nighttime. You need to attach yourself to someone who'll not only prevent you from would-be predators but also get you off the hook in case the Blue Boys Scouts (cops, I mean) decide to want to kick your butt off the streets.
That's where a pimp comes into play.
Watching my daughter worship my pimp's cock had an infectious effect on me; I cannot lie. The longer I watched, the more I wanted to go over and join them and partake in the action.
For me, my guide and protector/lover is Darrell T. He's got me, along with several other street bitches on his bankroll, and when I introduced Sylvia to him, she became part of his retinue. Before that happened though, Darrell got to test her out first, as was his custom when bringing in a new bitch to his harem. I knew Sylvia wasn't a virgin, as I'd spied on her several times engaged in sex with her previous boyfriends back when we had a home. This, however, was the big leagues. I got to witness Sylvia in action with my pimp; he demanded that I be there to see and, if possible, coach my daughter on anything she got wrong.
I watched her eyes grow big in their sockets when he extracted his cock out of his pants and waved it before her face. Sylvia spat out the gum she had been chewing first, licked her lips, and then got to do what she was born to do. I sat across from them and watched her start sucking his cock. Her action was tentative initially, but as it went on, she became more confident, as she had seen me do with my black boyfriends in the past. Darrell first forced her to get to sucking him more, cheering her onward as she gulped his girth more and more.
"Yeah, suck that dick, bitch," he gasped. "Keep sucking it like your mama does. She's already a good hoe; you're gonna be a star like her. Yeah . . . roll your tongue around that knob. Good . . . good girl."
Watching my daughter worship my pimp's cock had an infectious effect on me; I cannot lie. The longer I watched, the more I wanted to go over and join them and partake in the action. I have always been a cock hound. That's something I realised about myself ever since I learned to enjoy sex. It served as a debilitating factor that ended my marriage. My husband was insufficient when it came to satisfying me in bed. I initially pretended it was nothing, but as the years wore on, I couldn't help it. I wanted more, and he was incapable of giving it to me. That was when I started looking elsewhere. I tried to hide it, but as months went by, I became too careless to the point that I began screwing one of my husband's best friends. Darrell knew almost immediately when he made contact with me that I loved black cock. He recognised the whore instinct in me and knew I would have fun screwing black men and making money for both of us.
I was about to realise how much of a proficient whore my daughter was than me.
Sylvia went on sucking Darrell's cock, mixing proficiency with pleasure, the same way I often did when with clients. Darrell picked her up, bent her over his desk, and worked his cock between her buttocks; Sylvia rested her knee on the desk to give him better room and then uttered a sharp cry when he penetrated her.
Darrell grabbed her waist and got to fucking my daughter before my very eyes. How I could sit there and watch this unfold was strange. I know many would consider me a terrible mother, but this is what Sylvia wanted. She knew the price to pay if she should demand this life; it wasn't like I never warned her. Sylvia was no stranger to black cocks; within seconds of Darrell shoving his cock inside her, listening to her moaning frenzy, it was obvious she was having fun with herself.
Darrell applied more pressure to his thrusts, and even his desk began to jerk from their action. Sylvia lowered her feet and gripped the desk hard as Darrell tightened his grip, grunting harder as he began pounding her fast. He was huffing and puffing like a bird, and I knew he would cum any minute; I needed to get ready for it.
The climactic moment happened, and I left my chair to go and grab his cock as he slipped out of Syliva's cunt. I thrust his cock into my mouth and sucked him off, draining his flood.
Darrell said my daughter was ready, and then he gave her a contractual agreement to sign, declaring that she was part of his harem, and she would do whatever he demanded, regardless of odd hours of the day, and such would only be reviewed under drastic circumstances. The agreement stipulated that she was part of the BNWO, and indicated her earning percentage per week as regards to the amount she pulled.
"What's BNWO, Mom?" Sylvia asked me after we left Darrell's office and rode home in my car.
"That stands for Black New World Order, hon," I warmly explained while I drove. "You're now officially a black cock whore like me. Which means you're no longer a young lady; welcome to the big leagues, Sylvie."
"Black New World Order," she repeated the words and crackled. "I kinda like the sound of that, Mom."
"I know you do, hon. I liked it, too, the first time I heard of it, though not from Darrell, but I'm glad he practises it, too."
We drove home so I could get her ready for her first night out Dodge City.