I never knew who my biological father was. My mother didn't know him either. She was 17 when I was born, he came through town and no one ever saw him again.

When my mother was in her early thirties, I was 15, we needed an apartment. We went to this small privately owned complex with eight units. They were too expensive but the owner told us that we could have the apartment but from time to time we would take care of things for him.

Taking care of things for him meant he came over and my mother had to have sex with him. He stopped my two or three times a week, sometimes he stayed for supper, sometimes he left money, lots of times he bragged to me how good my mother was and if she wasn't we would be out on the street.

I was 17, and one day he said that and I slapped him. He slapped me and sent me to the ground. My mother told me to apologize to him and that I needed to pay my own way and she sent me into the room with him. I don't know why, I didn't care. He asked me to get undressed and lay back on the bed. I took what he had to offer and when he got off I got up and got dressed and left the room. From then on I paid half the rent.

He still fucks my mother and if I get to close he tries to fuck me. I won't say I always get away, he succeeds more than he fails. My mother has a place to live, that is the way I look at it. She is 40 now and without living rent free it would be hard. The thing is, and I have never told him that, I have never given up my pussy to anyone else.