How do good girls become bitches? My life so far.

Chapter Three – What about my Mum?

 

Before I start this chapter I just want to say thanks to all of you who sent me emails following the first 2 chapters. I’m glad you liked them. If you want details of the stuff before I was 13, then try and be a bit more specific about what you want. I’ve done just about anything you can imagine – so just ask.

 

For those who are into something specific (like the guy who asked about how old I was when I was first made to drink piss and swallow cum), I’m happy to write and tell you the details.

 

Thanks again for letting me know what you think of my story and I hope that I’m helping you all get off in whatever way you prefer.

 

Love, S.

 

Now for Chapter 3.

 

When I talk to people about my experiences just about everybody asks “Why didn’t you tell your Mum?” And then comes “Why didn’t you tell your teacher or the police?” Well you’ve got to understand about the situation and put yourself in my shoes (yeah I bet you would like to as well!).

 

When we lived in Hong Kong we had had a pretty good life. Both my Mum and Dad worked for the same bank (that’s where they met) and we had quite a lot of money. My Mum doesn’t come from a very strict or traditional Chinese family, otherwise they wouldn’t have gotten married in the first place. But Chinese people are by custom very tolerant and the women are kind of submissive by nature. My Mum definitely is and my Dad was her boss in the office, so she was used to taking his orders.

 

So we had a pretty good life out there and we had enough of Mum’s relatives around to help out and we had loads of friends – although my Dad sometimes felt a bit left out. My Dad doesn’t have many relatives and the only one I remember meeting is Uncle Bob. Both his parents died before I was born and no one visited us in Hong Kong except Uncle Bob. And no he didn’t do anything as far as I remember when he visited us out there! We didn’t even visit the UK for holidays or anything, although Dad did sometimes go there for business.

 

Now when the time came for us to leave Hong Kong it all came as a bit of a surprise and a rush. All I remember really is my Mum, family and friends being upset and so I was upset, although it was kind of exciting – going to a new country and everything.

 

Well of course my Mum’s family didn’t want her and us to leave Hong Kong. It was bad enough that she had married a foreigner and now she was leaving the family. My Mum was upset, but she had to go with her husband, didn’t she?

 

So we left all our family. I left all my school friends. Mum left her job. We left our nice apartment and our neighbours. And where did we go? What did we swap them for? A fucking ugly, cold, wet and windy place where we knew no one and they all spoke like limp retards.

 

The only good thing (at the time) was that we went to live in a nice big house with Uncle Bob. I hated the city (Manchester in the UK is a dump), the school and the weather. I had no friends and no relatives and nobody seemed to want to know a “snobby” Chinese kid. Mum just closed herself off and hardly said anything to anybody. Dad hated his new job and complained all the time about everything. Only Uncle Bob seemed happy.

 

Well I’ll skip over all the boring bits and the bad weather and the boring English people and get down to what I saw my Mum up to.

 

If you remember I was nearly 10 when we moved in with Uncle Bob and for the first few weeks we were all in shock and it took a while for us to settle down – if you can call it settling down. I’ll also skip over the gradual growing interest of Uncle Bob in me and his presents and “interests” (email me if you want details on this because I can’t put in here due to the age restraints).

 

I don’t know how it started between Mum and Uncle Bob, how he managed to get her to do what he wanted. Maybe she was lonely and bored and went along? Maybe he took advantage of her and used his money to flatter and buy her? Maybe she was just a submissive and he sensed that and used it? Maybe he just raped her and forced her to go along with it? I’ve thought about this loads of times over the years and the only thing I can think might be right is that Uncle Bob got her hooked on drugs. As I got older and found out more about the drugs scene I often saw my Uncle and Dad, and their friends taking stuff. And they even got me to use drugs on some of my friends, but that’s another chapter. Anyway, here is what I saw.

 

Here’s the way it was: I had just turned 10 in the summer and I had been back at school for a few weeks, so it was autumn and yukky outside – October I think. So I came home from school at the end of the afternoon and let myself in through the back door (the school wasn’t far away so I could walk there in a few minutes). As I came in I could tell something was different – the house sort of felt different and I couldn’t hear the usual house noises, you know like the radio or kitchen sounds, or even the TV. What I could hear though was a sort of groaning noise coming from down the hall, in the living room.

 

I put my school bag down and took off my dirty school shoes (glossy black ones with a buckle – no heels allowed though), then padded down the hall in my white knee-length school uniform socks. And yes I did have to wear a school uniform, which Uncle Bob loved to see and he bought me the best maroon blazer, grey skirt (always a bit too short which my teachers often complained about), and all the other stuff you guys like so much.

 

The groaning and moaning increased as I walked down the hall, my feet making no noise on the polished wood floor. The door to the living room was open and as I got closer my heart was pounding, even though I didn’t have a clue what could be going on.

 

I crept up to the door and peeked inside. I needed to put my head half way around the door before I could see anything. What I saw was really confusing – it seemed that my Mum was kneeling on the floor in front of Uncle Bob, who was sitting in an armchair half facing the door. The chair wasn’t normally there and I couldn’t imagine what Mum was doing.

 

Her hands were behind her back and she seemed to be bobbing her head up and down between his legs. And she didn’t seem to be wearing anything above her waist. What was she doing? Now you’ve got to remember I was only 10 and I had never seen anyone do anything sexual, except kiss and even that was just gross.

 

Uncle Bob had his eyes closed and both hands on top of my Mum’s head, caressing her long black hair, and pressing her down it seemed. It was Uncle Bob that was groaning of course.

 

I was just standing there wondering what was going on and what to do when Uncle Bob opened his eyes and saw me. For some reason this made me jump and I took half a step back, but he just smiled at me. He smiled and beckoned me further into the room, but put a finger to his lips, like he was shushing me.

 

“Ummmmmm.” He groaned again as my Mum’s head continued to bob up and down. “Yeah Rose, you really know how to suck cock. I just love the way you chink girls go down on a cock.” And he winked at me – yeah he did. And he continued lifting and pushing her head up and down. “Let’s see how much of my meat you can take today slut.” He says and pushes her down harder.

 

My Mum starts to struggle and I can see she’s trying to pull back. She starts to make gagging noises and she seems to be choking. “Ahhhhh…better than yesterday you fucking chink. I’ll get you trained yet.” And he let’s her lift her head off his cock long enough to grab a breath, and then he pushes her down again. I can see now that her arms are joined at the wrists – some kind of handcuffs or chain, so she’s got no way of getting off his cock unless he let her go.

 

Why is he doing this? Way doesn’t he let her go? But what can I do, I seem to be frozen to the spot – paralysed, scared shitless, and …. fascinated!

 

He keeps lifting her head for a breath or two, then pushing her down until she gags and chokes. Up….breath….down…gag…choke….up…down….

 

Uncle Bob smiles at me and makes the shushing gesture again and points to something set up on a tripod a few feet away from his chair. Yeah, that’s right he had a video camera set up and was filming my Mum sucking his cock and being throat-fucked while her hands were tied behind her back.

 

“Good job, slut.” He says after jamming his cock down Mum’s throat for the 20^th time, “Now let’s try a little pervy humiliation for when that wanker husband of yours watches this with me later.” This time he winks to the camera as he says to Mum, “So whose cock do you prefer to swallow my little chink whore - mine or that limp dick husband of yours?” He holds her face up by her hair and turns her to face the camera. “Go ahead slut, tell us.”

 

I heard her mumble something, but couldn’t make it out. SLAP! It seemed that Uncle Bob couldn’t hear either because he slapped Mum hard across the face. “You’ve gotta do better than that bitch….speak up so we can ALL hear you.” And this time he winked at me.

 

Now it was Mum that groaned, but she said in a snivelling, half choked voice, “Yours Bob, I prefer your big cock.”

 

“Ummmm…”, Said Uncle Bob. “Better, but still not good enough. Do you REALLY want to suck my cock Rose? Come on tell us how much you like it.” And he gave her head a hard jerk to make his point.

 

“Bob, I really love your cock and I want to suck it. Please let me suck your wonderful cock.” Not exactly an Oscar-winning performance and she didn’t sound that convincing, but I still wondered why my Mum would be down there begging to suck Uncle Bob’s cock.

 

“Ahhhhh I thought so. I knew you were a slut for my cock. But I’ve got a treat for you today Rose. Look.” And he reached over to a table next to his chair and picked up something. He held it up for her to see, and for the camera, and of course so that I could see it. “I brought you a nice pair of knickers, and do you know whose they are? Do you recognise them my fuck slut?”

 

He let go of her hair and held up the panties with both hands, just in front of her face. I nearly died when I saw that they were mine. They were the pink satin ones that Uncle Bob had bought for my 10^th birthday. There had been a bra with them, but I didn’t really need that – my boobs were too small to need any support, and the panties were a bit too big for me. But I did like wearing them – I’ve always liked the feeling of silk and satin against my skin – and I had worn them yesterday.

 

I saw my Mum nod her head. “Yes Rose, they are. They are little Sonia’s dirty knickers. And you know what we are going to do Rose? Umm? We are going to clean them.”

 

This time Mum was shaking her head, but Uncle Bob just laughed. And SLAP! He hit her across the face again. And again, this time with the back of his hand. “Now, now Rose, let’s not get stupid over this. I’m gonna wrap your little girl’s shitty knickers around my cock and you are going to suck me through them. Yes?” This time I saw Mum nod and Uncle Bob smiled for me and the camera. “Good girl. Now ask nice mister Bob if he will let you suck his cock through your daughter’s nice silky knickers.”

 

I heard Mum start to mumble again, but Bob raised his hand and she spoke up, “Please Bob, please let me suck your cock…..through Sonia’s dirty knickers.” The last part came out in a rush, like she was ashamed – which I’m sure she must have been. Fortunately I couldn’t see her face, but she must have been dying.

 

“That’s better. Daddy will like to watch you doing this and maybe, maybe I’ll let little Sonia watch it too, let her see how good her Mummy is at sucking cock – what do you think? Umm, you know Daddy has always fancied doing his little girl.” He was looking at me when he said this, and I almost fainted – how could my Dad “fancy” me? What did he mean?

 

“And to be honest Rose, I like her too. Can I have her Rose? Can I be the one to fuck her first Rose? Why don’t you ask me REALLY nicely to fuck your little baby girl.” All the time he was saying this his eyes were fixed on mine, and my knees were turning to water. Oh MY God! What was he going to do? I had to hold on to the door to stop myself falling down.

 

Mum was shaking her head again and mumbling, “No, please don’t make me say that, please Bob….anything, but not that.” Uncle Bob calmly started wrapping my pink satin panties around his long fat cock, making sure that the end was covered by the crotch.

 

“Well bitch, we’re waiting.” He said looking into my Mum’s face. “Me and my cock ain’t got all day. So get on with it.”

 

She started to lean forward to take his cock into her mouth and he grabbed a fist full of her hair, jerking her head back hard and shaking it like a dog. At the same time he raised his hand to hit her again. “No sucking bitch until you give me Sonia. Beg me to take her.” And he waved his hand threateningly in front of her face. “Come on bitch.”

 

I heard her breath catch in her throat as she finally said in a defeated voice, sobbing, “Please Bob……you can have Sonia…..you can take her if you want….. Please be the first to fuck her…… She is yours……. Can I please suck your cock now Bob, please?”

 

Uncle Bob laughed like a fiend at that. And he looked straight at me as he said to Mum, “Thank you Rose. As soon as I’m ready I’ll take up your offer. But as a final humiliation for you my slut, put your head back and open your mouth, I’m going to spit in your whore face.”

 

I saw Mum obediently put her head back and open her mouth. From the angle I was looking from I could see that her eyes were closed and tears were rolling down her cheek. “Open your eyes and watch this you slut.” He said and her eyes flicked open and focused on his face above her. He looked into her eyes as he prepared a mouthful of gob, rolling it around in his mouth until he had a load ready. And hawking like a road digger to get the thick slime from the back of his throat.

 

Finally he bent forward and opened his mouth above hers and a thick dollop of slime drooped and then fell from his lips into her wide mouth. “Hold it in you mouth whore and show it to the camera…..good. Now you can swallow it. Good slut. What do you say to kind mister Bob?”

 

“Thank you Bob, thank you for giving me your spit.” She stammered, her voice sounding gooey and thick.

 

“Good slut. Now you can get your present. Notice how I’ve wrapped it up in your little baby’s knickers. And how I’ve covered the top with the dirtiest part? So you can get a good taste of her cunt and ass. We’ll see what we can do later to give you a fresh taste of the real thing.”

 

With that he grabbed her by the hair again and jammed her head down on to his satin-covered cock.

 

And this where I came in before….Uncle Bob with his cock in my Mum’s mouth. His hands jamming her head up and down on his shaft. Him moaning and groaning away as she sucked him though my panties.

 

“OK slut, time for the big finale.” He said as he pulled her head up off the soaking, slick material that covered his cock. “Time for a nice big facial surprise. Open wide whore.” He pulled the wet panties off his cock head and he holds my Mum by her hair so that her face is a few inches from his tip, right in front of the camera and so that I can see everything.

 

Slowly he starts to wank his big cock in front of her face. Her saliva and throat slime have soaked the panties and I can see his cock head rising and disappearing through his fist and the satin panties as he fucks them. My Mum closes her eyes ready to receive his load and Uncle Bob looks right at me as he gets closer to blowing.

 

His face is red and sweaty as his fist pounds his cock. His eyes are like mouths that are licking their lips – from my feet to my face, his eyes swarm all over me. He grunts and his eyes bulge as he goes over the edge and while he’s staring me straight in the eye he pumps his cum all over the face of my Mum. Pumping, gasping, moaning he spurts a mega load into her closed eyes, over her hair and down her tits.

 

“Yesssssss.” He hisses as the final drops of his cum drip from his cock. “What are you waiting for slut?” He barks at Mum. “Suck out those drops.” And Mum’s head is pushed down again onto his spent cock.

 

Uncle Bob winks at me again and makes a waving motion with his hand, like he’s waving goodbye. I get the message and manage to unlock my grip on the door and get my wobbly legs moving. I slowly backed out of the door and crept up the stairs to my room. The last thing I saw of them was my Mum still kneeling between Uncle Bob’s legs, head bobbing slowly up and down – my Uncle with a big satisfied smile on his face.

 

Now that was the first time I had ever seen anyone do ANYTHING! And I was in shock for a while. I couldn’t look Mum, Uncle Bob or Dad in the face without blushing for like weeks. I never wore those pink satin panties again, but of course Uncle Bob bought me more.

 

I never did get to see that video, but over the years I watched many more home-made or professional porn films (I even “starred” in quite a few), covering just about everything from bondage and pain films, to fucking animals and snuff.

 

But can you see that this thing between Mum, Dad and Uncle Bob made things harder for me when stuff started happening to me? What could I say to Mum about Uncle Bob if she was doing the same thing, or even worse?

 

And as for telling the teachers or the police – forget it. Who would believe me? How could I ever tell anyone what I had seen or what terrible and humiliating things I was being made to do?

 

Oh and I was right, but in a different way than you might think. How do you think that so many perverts get away with abusing children for so long? It’s because so many people are into it – like teachers and cops. Yeah you had better believe it. Over the years I’ve been had by more cops and teachers than anybody else. The teachers get easy access to us and can use all sorts of tricks to get into our knickers. And the pedo groups need cops on board so that they can get away with it and operate so openly.