The birth of a young whore

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The birth of a young whoreWe are back in 1965. The story, basing on reports of an uncle, or better the brother in law of my legal dad, my mom, and some others in and around our family, happened in a small town near Heidelberg in Western Germany. My mom, fresh from secondary school, already a bit cunning but still virgin, met my legal dad that summer the first time at a public bathing beach near river Rhein. My dad, then 17, little older than mom, already in professional education as mechanic, some first experiences with former mainly older girlfriends, still living at home in a through and through dirty family, with his dad (44), his mom (41), sister (26), and yes my grandma was cute 15 when she and her family tricked grandpa to be the dad of her then unborn k**,and the husband of his sister (31) and his brother in law, as the main protagonist in this story. Aside these family, there were too, my grandma’s dad in the late 50s and two older brothers of her, and all in the same way corrupted as their younger sister and daughter, and by the way, till today there still exists the myth, that my aunt is the result of some fun between my grandma and one of her brothers.Well, my mom, then 14, came in this wonderful and in every second from me later loved family, that parented me, that formed my mind, that taught me all these wonderful things, and that brought me to my perhaps some different view to women, and my loved mom, this cheap whore. These days she was from the fucking side still virgin, but with some oral and handshaking experiences, that she got when she travelled in 1964, together with her older sister to the Adriatic Sea, and some experiences she got with nude “hide & seek” or nude playing tag with people in her age, when she spent some nice time there, waiting when her sister got some riding lessons by her boyfriend.To give an idea of mom in these days. She was/is about 5″5, but against today, she was in these days really skinny, clothing size something about XS, with such slow growing small tits, that more looked like those of a boy. My grandpa always said, when he spread his hands wide enough, he nearly could reach around her waist. On the other side she had a well formed butt, fitting perfect to the rest of her shape, and all covered by a long and thick, darkblonde ponytail that stopped a hand wide over her ass, right to loop it around the hand, to hold her strong back and to give her a hard ride.Then once in these days, my mom had her birthday in November, my dad, introduced her, after being tested by my moms parents in any ethical points of view, to his own family, that her parents didn’t know for my luck. Otherwise they wouldn’t have allowed him to take their sheltered daughter to his family.My dads family, and all those who lived there, more or less, ran a small restaurant with a medium boarding-house with 10 to 15 rooms, that were mainly leased to immigrant workers of the near growing industrial plants. Most of them lived there in a familiar atmosphere, and spent most the time in the restaurant, talking, eating, drinking, playing cards or watching TV when possible. Till today my mom still remembers that day, that changed her life, from a sheltered daughter to a kind of livestock, like grandpa canlı bahis liked to call her, as he grew up on a milk-farm. My dad and her travelled nearly 40 minutes with a streetcar from her village to this little aside located boarding house. After they left the streetcar, my dad and her watched it driving away, and it seemed that he wanted to make sure, that from that point there would be no way to turn back. They walked a little, along at worker housing estates for about 15 minutes until they reached the boarding house of his family, entering the restaurant at this late afternoon, where only familymembers were present. After closing the door behind them, they stood, under supervision of all others in the entrance area, right beside my mom, one of dad’s uncles loitering on a chair, moving his head back, looking over her back from the feet up to the head, then laughing, laying his hand on the inside of her thigh, moving up to her pussy and ass, pulling her to his side, the other hand moving slowly to her small tits until he moved his sight to my dad and accepted the inroduction positively with a complaisant nod. All without any word. All others started laughing loudly, as my moms head turned her first time that humiliated into dark red. The next hours seemed to be innocent. Some nice talking, some drinking coffee, laughing, making fun, and my mom started relaxing, started feeling like reaching a new home. Then 2 or 3 hours later, my dad’s sister and her husband, my beloved “uncle” came home, both working outside. My aunt a really chubby, fat, insulting matron, to small for her weight and that way sexual absolutely uncomely, watched as the first of them the “new” familymember, little like being nauseated, then my uncle watched her, and he watched her like every guy watched her. FRESH MEAT, greenly, unspoiled and perhaps still virgin. Well a question that should be answered immediately.Right before my dad’s brother in law could watch her right, his wife whispered something to her mom, that mom who got her in this cute age of 15, and that now tried to give a moralizer. After my dad’s sister ended whispering to her mom, they ordered mom to a rocking chair, to sit down, while grandma stood behind her, laying her hands on mom’s breasts, tipping her with the chair over to the back, so that her womb moved up, her skirt claped back and gave a free sight to her panties. The older guys stood up, while mom tried to shout and tried to stop it, what led to her first but soft punishment. Right the moment she tried to get loud grandpa went beside her, shut her up and gave her a slap in her face. Now my aunt could go on investigating mom. She grabed the cloth of mom’s panties, pulled it aside, right to stick her two thumbs in mom’s virgin pussy, pulling her labia to give a free sight on mom’s maidenhead. And yes, there it was. A real virgin, still a virgin, STILL.Again she was humiliated, again she turned red, this time the second time in one day, but surely not the last time that day or in her life. The evening came, the foreign workers came home, the restaurant started to get filled, and more and more guys, some cultivated, some dirty and sweaty, entered the guestroom. All watched the new girl, all made jokes with bahis siteleri each others, mainly in languages she didn’t understood. But from second to second, and from their laughing to the next, she got stronger in her mind. A position the others of dad’s family recognized too. She got warm with the situation, and so my grandparents took her away for an idea, why not learning here for life, why not making here at their boardinghouse something like a professional education, something like servicing, working in their restaurant, working at the bar section or working in room service, she as a virgin, something special these days, something innocent. Well they needed to test her, but she passed it, it would be a great chance for all. What mom understood, was something like being a roommaid, something like a profession in hotel business, and it was something really different what my grandparents saw in her, but it was fine that she misunderstood it perfectly in that way, because she needed persuade her parents from that idea, and the more she would trivialize it, the better would be the chance that her parents would accept it.As time flew, it got dark and cold outside at this November evening, the last streetcar has already left, and my dad had promised to her parents, that she will be brought home. My “uncle”, the only one in our family in these days with a car, a german Opel Kadett, offered mom to bring her back to the city, in any way better than walking and especially some warmer than the starting cold on that November evening. For her safety he suggested that his father-in-law could attend them, an idea she liked, not knowing that these two guys were just wolves in sheep’s clothing. Mom said goodbye to my dad, and the rest of the family, made a date with dad for the next day, and was escorted by him to my uncle’s car, where my uncle and grandpa were waiting.This night, even when they were horny enough, they drove her home, directly, without any try to get in action with her. Well grandpa wanted more, grandpa wanted to break her, wanted to earn money with this cute little bitch, and therefore he needed to keep some peace, the proverbial “quiet before a storm”. Grandpa brought her up to the flat of mom’s parents, guided her like it was promised by his son, to the door, a little with the ulteriar motive, to open her parents that her daughter wants to work or better wants to be professional eductated at his boarding house and restaurant. As I now know, it needed a few tries over a few weeks, until my mom’s parents accepted this wish and offer in any way. Yes, it needed some time, because for my mom’s dad, this “honorable” family of my dad’s mom wasn’t unknown for their kind of business. But my mom’s parents, and especially their ancestors had some dirty secrets too, that just should be opened some years after my birth, when I was able to understand.The short story of it all was, that my mom’s grandmom wasn’t unknown too. In the same way like my dad’s grandpa, his mom’s father, built up this boardinghouse, my mom’s grandma ran a business too, that sounded much like that, where mom should get her professional education. My mom’s ancestors ran a guesthouse with rooms to rent for truckdrivers, bargemen, revuedancers bahis şirketleri and streethookers, to be hired per month, week, day or that way my mom’s mom used it, before she married mom’s dad, per hour. A secret my dad’s family knew too, and a secret that was a perfect reason to blackmail, this moralizing family of mom. My mom should officially been educated as roommaid in a hotel business, but not for mom’s advantage, but more for her parents to keep the secret unsaid.In these weeks, when the negotiations ran, my mom visited dad, and his family, and these kind guys living at the boarding house, nearly daily. Each time happened nothing, she was handled with k** gloves. All of them seemed to be dedicated. Then there came the day of the days. Mom’s “professional education” should start. And as normal in these days, she needed to be dressed for her job as roommaid. Therefore my grandma, dad’s mom took her to a special store, buying two dresses, a long and a short, a very short version, some medium high shoes, hold-up stockings, corsage, laces, suspenders, and so on, all that’s needed for some good room cleaning? Back at dad’s home, grandma order mom in the bathroom, a normal room that was devided by some boards in toilet and bathing, where a wooden tub stood, that was filled with some warm water. Some soap lay around, powder, some perfume, and the new dress, but only the short one. Grandma demanded her into the tub, where she should wash herself an rest for a while. As she lay in the tub, her eyes closed, enjoying the warm water around her, the door was opened and immediately closed. Steps were to hear, and then a little while later a voice, a ripple, like someone peeing. Scared she opened her eyes, watching in the direction of the sound, watching from the side on the profile of grandpa holding his cock in his big hands, rubbing the last drops down. It was an amazing cock, she never saw something like that. Well, she knew this clitlike dicks of younger boys, these little boners, she hit with her hand while playing, or rubbing at her back when a guy catched her while playing, but such a piece of meat, no, that was new. Grandpa’s cock was big, really big, nowadays I would say it was a bleached version of a black monster cock, thick, long, beefy hanging, and as I saw it as boner in later years, when he fucked mom, surely something about 9-10 inch long, 2 inch diameter, and a scrotum with hen’s egg great balls.Mom’s jaw dropped, and stayed open while she watched wondering this big toy. Grandpa started smiling, he knew her view, went over to the tub, as mom’s eyes grew while her jaw still was open, he stroked through her hair, first softly, each time a little stronger, held her head, with his big hand, dropped her down under the water, held her again, and let her out, panting for air, while he looped her ponytail around his hand, fixing her head in that way, that he easily could force the top of his cock right between her lips. One-two-three times he forced it into her mouth, only a few inches, but for that first time deep enough to make her choke. Still fixing her at her ponytail he moved her up, slaped her face, and let her back in the tub. That was her first lesson, the next few ones she should get by smaller cocks, he wanted her being trained not from the first time destroyed, and as I now know, it was a hard training for her, but from some point in this time she started to like it….a bit …To be continued …

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