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Portuguese Girl
By
Jan
A noise woke me up. The second time I heard the bumping nose I got up out my warm bed to find out what was going on. My mother may have been in trouble.
My mother was the fourth generation Portuguese member of a fishing family that had migrated to the San Petro fishing village of the Los Angeles Port. After the canneries closed, the family had changed from commercial fisherman to charter game fish fisherman. The family had remained very close. My mother had alienated the family by marrying a Caucasian. Then she disgraced the family by divorcing him after I was born. She had bad luck picking men. After my father, she married two other abusive men that were Mexicans.
By that time the family disowned her. It had been bad enough to marry a Protestant Caucasian but marrying dark skinned, greasy Mexicans was even worse. Besides she was reduced to living on welfare. They had no respect for her way of life.
I had witnessed these men abuse her many times before she would get enough and leave them. The men she dated were never any better. I had seen her come home drunk and get slapped around while these men fucked her or made her suck their cocks. I loved her, but hated these men. It broke my heart to see her with cuts and bruises on her face.
When the noise woke me up that night I had assumed she had brought home another drunk, bastard, and he was beating her up.
When I opened my bedroom door and peeked into the living-room I saw something I had never seen before. It was not a man she had brought home this time. It was another woman. They were obviously both drunk. The noise that had woken me up was the sound of the back of the sofa banging against the wall. The woman looked like an Irishwoman. She had curly red hair and freckles all over her body.
My mother was reclining on the sofa and the naked woman was standing on the sofa straddle of my mother. She was ramming her pussy into my mother's face so hard that the back of the sofa was banging into the wall. I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of my mother clinging to the big butt of the woman, while she lapped at the pussy covered by dark red hair. The room was filled with the smell of cheap perfume and the alcoholic breath of the two women reeked of cigarettes. I didn't know if I should rush to the defense of my mother or not. She sounded like she was enjoying the sex.
I had always thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had a thick mane of brown hair that flowed halfway down her back in soft waves. Her eyebrows were thick and had an expressive arch to them. Her eyes told a lot about her emotions. She had thick lips that had a nice cupids bow. Her lips begged to be kissed. Her skin had a nice olive hue that tanned very well. I looked a lot more like my father.
I wished I looked more like my mother. My hair was almost blonde. My eyes were somewhere between brown and green. My skin was pale; every mole looked large and ugly to me. I was just starting to enter puberty. I was still all arms and legs but my hips were starting to widen and my breasts were starting to enlarge. They were sore all of the time and I played with them a lot.
I could smell the odor of my own unwashed body on my flannel nightgown. I showered in the mornings, so my body odor always clung to my nightgown. I don't know if I made a noise or not, but the woman pushed her body off of the wall and turned in my direction and looked at me with a look of drunken lust on her face. She said, "Why don't you come here and join the fun?"
My mother looked in my direction with a look of shame on her wet face, turned her head away from me and tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.
I had seen her naked almost every day. I had even seen her naked while fucking men before. This was the first time I had ever seen her having sex with a woman. She tried to push the woman away but the woman was having nothing of that.
The woman slapped her face and screamed, "I DON'T CARE IF YOUR LITTLE BITCH SEES WHAT YOU'RE DOING OR NOT! YOU ARE GOING TO EAT MY PUSSY UNTIL I AM THROUGH WITH YOU!"
My mother hid her face between the woman's thick thighs. The woman clung to her hair and worked my mother's head back and forth until he threw back her head and moaned. When she was ready she stepped off of the sofa and stood there facing me, with her legs spread so that I could see her matted down red pubic hair. She ran her painted fingernails between her labia and stroked herself a few times before she smelled her fingers, before she stuck her fingers in my mother's mouth.
My mother was sobbing like a baby. She looked so pitiful sitting there hunched over with her face in her hands. She meekly begged the woman to get dressed and leave.
The woman reached for her discarded panties and stepped into them, but before she pulled them up she reached over her shoulder and grabbed my mother by the hair and pulled her head hard against the middle of her butt. She demanded, "Lick MY ASSHOLE YOU NASTY BITCH, SO THAT YOUR LITTLE WHORE OF A DAUGHTER CAN SEE JUST WHAT A SLUT YOU REALLY ARE!"
I could not believe that my mother didn't resist the treatment she was being subjected to by this nasty woman. I even wanted to come to her rescue but stood there frozen in my tracks.
The woman had a wicked look on her face as she made my mother degrade herself in front of me. She even turned to face my mother and pissed in her face. When she was finished peeing on my mother, without a care about the liquid getting all over the sofa and floor, she finished getting dressed and headed for the door of our old duplex.
My mother was guilt ridden about what I had witnessed. She even forgot about her nakedness. She got up unsteadily to go to the kitchen to get a rag to wipe up the piss. She even had a bottle of rug cleaner in hopes of getting rid of the urine smell.
I felt a rush of pity for her and moved to help her. I took the cleaner and rag from her hands and told her in a firm voice, "Go to bed! I will clean this up!" She staggered to her bedroom and closed the door without protesting.
When I was satisfied that the sofa and carpet would not smell like piss, I rinsed out the rag in the sink and put it on a rack to dry and put the cleaner back under the sink. I gathered up my mother's clothes and decided to put them in her bedroom for her. When I entered the bedroom my mother was sprawled across the bed in a drunken stupor.
I folded her clothes and hung them up for her before trying to cover her up. It was so strange touching her. She smelled of a mix of her perfume and the perfume of that other woman, cigarette smoke and now the smell of urine. Her hair was damp. I wanted to give her a bath but she was in no condition to get in the tub.
I tried to turn her around and cover her up with the sheet and blankets. I was concerned about her being uncovered, because living so close to the ocean means the night air is very damp and it is common for a fog to drift in before morning. I didn't want her catching a cold. While I was maneuvering her around on the bed she mumbled drunkenly, "Don't hate me, Carina. I can't help myself. I'm just a slut."
I could not resist kissing her on the lips. Her face smelled like piss and the rank smell of that woman's pussy. I covered her naked body and knew that I would have to change her sheets in the morning. I turned out the light as I closed the door and went back to my bedroom.
In the morning I got up and used the bathroom and brushed my teeth before getting dressed. I could tell that Mom had not gotten up yet. I started making breakfast for the two of us. It was spring break, so there was no school. I figured that my mother would be in no shape for a big breakfast. I opted for cooking oatmeal and coffee and toast. The smell of coffee must have stirred my mother. I heard her rummaging around in her room for awhile. When she emerged she was covering her body with a terrycloth bathrobe. Her hair was unruly from sleeping on her wet hair. She looked sleepy and haggard. She accepted a cup of coffee and sipped the black coffee as if she was in pain.
She only said, "Thank you!" She was acting sheepishly.
I wondered how much she remembered of last night. She waddled over to the little dining table and took her normal place while I brought her a bowl of oatmeal with milk and butter on it. Then I brought a plate with four pieces of toast with a lot of butter on them. I made a second trip with my own bowl and cup of coffee. I used artificial creamer to sweeten up my coffee. While we ate breakfast I could smell her pissy body and the sour odor of her breath.
She finally said, "I'm sorry for my behavior last night. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did last night."
Her whining annoyed me at that moment, "I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR WHINING, JUST ABOUT YOU BEING SUCH A STUPID BITCH RIGHT NOW!"
She gave me a hurt look as if I had just slapped her face.
"I don't know why you degrade yourself with every relationship you have. Why did you let that woman treat you that way?" I scolded her.
She said, "I can't help myself, I guess."
"Hell, if you have a need to be treated like that you don't need to pick up some old barfly. I can shit on you, just as well."
Mom gave me a look like she was going to reproach me for cussing but thought better. She hung her head in shame while she sipped her coffee.
While we finished eating we didn't talk. When we were finished I ordered her to take a bath while I cleaned up. She made her way to the bathroom slowly without protesting. I washed the dishes and put them away before going to her room and stripping the bedding. The sheets smelled like piss. I put the sheets in the laundry basket for washing before putting fresh sheets on her bed and making it. Mom came into the room dressed in a cheap dress and smelling of soap.
I could not resist kissing her, before I told her to get dressed. I was assuming the role of authority figure. Mom didn't resist my taking charge at all. I left her to get dressed while I returned to my room to make my bed.
When I returned to the living-room Mom was sitting at the kitchen table nursing another cup of coffee. She could not look me in the eye as she sipped her coffee. I got another cup and poured myself a cup of coffee and added creamer before returning to the table. When I sat down I took a sip to be sure it was to my liking before I addressed my mother.
"Mother you can't continue getting drunk and allowing people to abuse you!"
Mother started to whine with one of her typical excuses. That angered me so much that I swung my arm all the way from the back of my body to slap her face so hard that the side of her face was instantly red. She made no effort to retaliate, while she started bawling like a baby. Her behavior angered me even more. At that moment I actually hated her. I pushed my chair away from the table and grabbed my mother by the arm and dragged her out of her chair. I forced her to lie across my lap. She had not resisted until that moment. When she figured out that I was about to spank her she started to struggle. That was when I placed my left leg over her back, trapping her between my legs. Then I flipped her dress up over her back, exposing her ample derriere to my view. Her butt was covered by cheap white rayon panties. I pulled them halfway down her thighs. She was continuing to struggle until I delivered the first blow with the palm of my hand. I continued raining blows on both cheeks of her ass until they were both bright red. She had stopped struggling and had been reduced to a sobbing child. I had no sympathy for her behavior at all.
She was draped so far over my right leg that her legs were not even touching the floor. I was able to even see her vulva covered with her dark pubic hair. I had a feeling of such power over her that I could not resist taking the first two fingers and sticking them into her asshole while sticking the two smaller fingers into her cunt. Mom stopped struggling while I masturbated her. She stopped crying and started moaning like the slut she is. She even had a climax.
When I let her slide off of my thigh, she fell to the linoleum floor practically under the table. She was facing me and rested her hands on my thighs and wedged her head between my thighs. She started slobbering all over my panty clad pussy. I spread my legs even farther apart for her. Mom used one hand to pull my panties aside to expose my cunt to her hungry mouth. She used her tongue to bring me to a very exciting climax.
After that I led her to her bedroom where we undressed each other. I made her lie on her back so that I could mount her head and feed her my cunt while I inspected her pussy. It was thrilling to inspect the opening I had been pushed out of a little more than a dozen years ago. There was something special about the smell of her pussy. I could not resist sticking my nose into her moist cunt. My nose was filled with the slimy juices of her cunt. When I moved my head up to line up my mouth with her cunt I stuck my tongue in her canal and started shaking my head around in circles to give her the full benefit of my stiff tongue. She was doing her best to satisfy me while she moaned into my pussy.
I supervised the action for hours. She did everything I demanded. When I remembered about that nasty redhead making my mother lick her asshole I could not resist demanding that Mom do that to me. It was so exciting to feel my mother slobbering all over my asshole before she stuck her tongue into my hole.
Mother was the one to retrieve a couple of sex toys for me to use on her. There was a battery powered rubber coated dildo that was hand held and another latex rubber strap-on dildo. I spent the rest of the morning using both of them to fuck her. I have no idea how many times she climaxed before hunger forced us to get some rest and fill our tummies. I had decided that it was my turn to make her please me. I didn't want her to use the dildos as much as I wanted her to prove her subservience to my will by making me cum with her mouth and tongue. I loved the feeling of power over her by taking hold of her hair, like the reins of a horse, to direct her head around to ensure that I got the most pleasure out of her eating my pussy and asshole.
I moved into her bedroom that weekend and assumed total control of her. There were no more nights of drinking with her bringing home nasty people to abuse her. I was giving her all of the abuse she could handle while enjoying the use of her mouth to please me. I even got around to indulging in some sex play by making her wear sexy underwear and slave paraphernalia like dog collars and leashes. I would tie her to the bed so that she could not interfere with me abusing her while masturbating her to distraction. I would even pee into glasses and make her drink it. The nastiest thing I ever did to her was make her get into the bathtub and give her an enema. When I finally allowed her to let go she shit the dirty water all over the bottom of the tub. I made her bath in the dirty water. She smeared the brown water all over her lovely breasts, pussy and legs. I made her sit in the dirty water until the foul smelling stuff started to dry on her body before I allowed her to wash the dirty water down the drain. Then I allowed her to take a bath and clean up.
I relished the amount of control I had over her. I knew that Irish woman she had brought home. I invited her to come to our house and allowed her to watch my mother degrade herself as she gratified any sexual demand I made on her. I even ordered my mother to service the redhead's pussy while I fucked her from behind with a strap- on.
I found that so satisfying that I started allowing other women to use my mother while I directed the action. Sometimes I put her in restraints while other women ate my pussy in front of her. I loved having two nasty older women sucking on my tits while a third woman ate my pussy. I even got our social worker involved in the action.
I was becoming a true dominatrix. I dressed the part, leather corsets that pushed up my breasts to make them as large as possible, thigh high leather high heeled boots. I let my hair grow as long as possible. I only trimmed off the split ends. Eventually my hair was so long that I could sit on it. I even started getting tattoos that demonstrated my position as a woman in charge. There was a tramp stamp on the small of my back and a female red devil cutting the edge of my pubic hair.
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