You see he sells my…” She looked down at Marcy sucking away and continued, “I mean our services to men that are willing to pay him. I said, “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
I could see the blood drain from her face, she was as white as a ghost, but she bent over and grabbed a hold of her ankles like I had ordered. That went over like a lead balloon. A few minutes later Marcy was sucking and swallowing like a professional cocksucker. Your father hates lesbians and he though if I ever tried it that I would become one.”
I smiled and asked, “Was he right?”
Mom leaned over and kissed Marcy’s pussy then she said, “Yes. She stood there proudly as I checked out her body. The next thing I knew he was dropping me off at some old lady’s brothel and I became a two-dollar whore and the Madam kept half.
