It's funny, when i think back now, I remember the men who used to call by and "Help" our family. My mom would always be in a good mood when they left and that smell, the smell of "Help" was always there.
Seventeen, thats' how old I was when I first entered her bedroom for sex. I already knew by then she'd sold herself to keep us, to make sure we had what we needed for school and other things. She loves sex, craves it and by the age of seventeen, I wanted, needed to repay her for all she'd done.
The facial scar she received from "Helping" us, all but stopped the men calling by. By then my sister was working and I had a small job. Mom worked in a laundry place and we all put money into the pot. Yet mom needed her sex time.
It was weird that first time walking to see her naked and playing with herself. But I'd already promised her I'd take care of her needs.
I'm a well endowed individual and mom knew it. Feeling her lips envelope my cock was sheer pleasure. As was smelling, tasting and tonguing her sweet pussy. We were in a sixty nine and we'd both given ourselves entirely. Sliding ym cock into her love hole, was for me the single most amazing and loving moment of my life.
We fucked and fucked, and fucked some more. I learned what she liked and how hard I could fuck her pussy. Then mom told me her favorite place to be fucked was her ass.
It was so tight, yet so perfectly right. Her ass took all of my cock and I marveled at how it looked so beautiful up her rear hole. Doggy at first, then switching to spoons, I eventually came inside my mom, yet she wanted more.
Going down on her again, I made love to her pussy with my mouth and had her climaxing again and again.
My sister came home then, said hello and knew we'd fucked. All she said was "We're a family, keep it that way".
I knew what she meant then, and I know now too.
Mom and I are lovers and we're so in love too.