My Mom Sold Me For Her Addiction
When I was 10 my mom p****d me out for to her dealer. I won't be super detailed but just know if it can be done, he tried or did it. Every hole, just about every sexual act you can imagine no matter what it was I had to obey. He used me almost every day, usually more than once since he lived in our apartment complex. If it hurt I couldn't cry, if I was scared I had to do it anyway. If I was sick I had to suffer through. Those were her rules, he could let his friends use me, video it, let the dogs use me. She didn't care, that's what she told him. Just don't get me pregnant. The only rule.
From 10 to 16 years old that was my life, spending sometimes weeks at a time at his apartment until mom remembered I existed and came calling. Dragging me down the hall back home sometimes without letting me get dressed or cleaning the fluids off.
And you know the crazy thing? After it ended I missed it. Because no matter what he did it was never as bad as what she did. At his house I had a real bed, even if I had to share it with my rapist. I had actual food every day. I could watch TV, play games, read books! She never taught me to read but he fucking did. I could listen to music and go with him outside instead of being locked in my room while mom got high for days and sleeping on the floor with a bucket for the bathroom.
He may have forced it inside me and was rough sometimes but he never beat me. Never cut or burned me. He never starved me or told me I was a mistake or how I was some worthless pathetic parasite on her body. And she did sexual things too, she forced enemas on me in both holes to clean out the "disease" from the man she sold me to, even though he was clean I later found out.
She would come into my room screaming what a whore I was and force things into me to hurt me and stretch me because "if you're whore you may as well be good at it."
She hurt my nipples and clit because "St##id whores shouldn't get pleasure from their job." Threatend to cut them off sometimes too. Even made me "service" her sometimes when she was really high.
How sick is that? That a man who bought me for sex at 10 treated me with more kindness than my own mother, he was gentler with me during sex than she ever was. He gave me a life and showed me that I could have more. He's what showed me life could be worth living. Fuck at least he wanted me to cum when he used me she just wanted to hurt me and humiliate and degrade me.
Bottom line, I hate my mother. She hurt me so bad so often that I'd happily live with the man she sold me to forever if I could've. The only reason it ended is he got me pregnant and she had to deal with it. Her ending it saying I'd never go there again was the worst day of my life. I was terrified that she'd never stop hurting me and that the one person I had who did anything BUT hurt me was gone.
I never saw him again, but I eventually escaped my mother and she was a homeless prostitute before she died alone and in pain after being hit by a car. I cried tears of joy when I heard about it. Then I masturbated as a final fuck you send off the the bitch that turned me into a whore for her hit.
If you have questions feel free to ask. I needed to vent. I'm emotional and I've been here for a while but can't post this on my real account. I'm happy to chat just needed to get this off my chest. I'm going back to my main now and gonna read some smut until I forget all this and pass-out.
