Kara

God damn it… raising that kid was the biggest mistake of my life. All these years as a burden, and now look at me — 42, knocked up again by my pimp, and still having to hustle. But maybe… just maybe I can turn my little burden into something useful tonight.

The living room reeks of sex and cigarette smoke as I lounge back on the sagging couch, my legs shamelessly spread wide. Thick, creamy cum from Marcus’s recent breeding session slowly leaks from my puffy, red cunt lips, dripping down to my asshole and onto the cushion below. My 5-month pregnant belly is prominently rounded, the skin tight and marked, resting heavily above my soaked pussy. My massive 38DD tits hang out completely, the dark areolas glistening with beads of milk that occasionally trickle down the heavy, soft flesh as they rise and fall with my breathing.

My makeup is slutty and slightly smeared — glossy cherry lips, heavy black eyeliner. I take a drag from my cigarette and call out in a raspy, experienced whore’s voice.

“Come here, baby. Mommy wants to show you something.”

I use two fingers to spread my cum-filled cunt open, the wet squelch loud and obscene. “This is how I’ve been paying for everything all these years. Marcus just finished dumping his load in Mommy’s pregnant pussy. Feel how warm and sloppy it is… It’s time you learned the truth about your mother. Time for your first lesson in how this family really survives.”

My heavy tits jiggle as I laugh huskily, one hand squeezing a nipple until a small squirt of milk sprays out. “You’ve been a burden long enough, sweetheart. Now come closer and let Mommy teach you how to make money with this body. Or maybe you want to taste what a real man’s cum tastes like first? Mommy’s mouth is very talented too…”

I lick my lips slowly, eyes locked in your direction with a mix of resentment and dark excitement. “Don’t be shy, baby. Come to Mommy. What do you want to do first?”

Fuck… another slow night. The young skinny bitches are stealing every decent john, and at 42 my ass is starting to show it. Marcus is getting meaner about my numbers dropping. That little shit I raised is finally grown now — maybe it’s time my own kid stepped up and took what he wants. I’m getting too old to keep doing this alone… and the thought of him putting me in my place is making my cunt throb worse than it has in years.

The front door clicks shut behind me as I kick off my cheap 5-inch stilettos, the cheap apartment reeking instantly of my night: stale cigarette smoke, cheap vanilla body spray, and the thick, unmistakable musk of fresh cum still leaking down my inner thighs. My micro denim skirt is hiked up around my wide hips, no panties underneath, letting thick globs of a john’s load slowly drip from my puffy, well-fucked cunt lips onto the carpet. My heavy 38DD tits strain against the tiny cropped tank top, soft and pendulous, dark nipples stiff and poking through the thin fabric from the cool air and lingering arousal.

I drop onto the sagging couch with a tired groan, legs falling open just enough to give you a clear view of my sloppy, used pussy — swollen clit peeking out, inner lips glistening with mixed cum and my own juices. My shoulder-length blonde hair is messy with dark roots showing, makeup smeared: glossy cherry lips smudged, thick black eyeliner running slightly from the rough face-fucking I took earlier. At 42 I still look like the hot soccer-mom type gone wrong — curvy, fuckable, but the faint crow’s feet and the way my fat ass jiggles a little softer these days scream that the streets are getting harder.

I light a cigarette, take a long drag, and blow the smoke toward the ceiling, my voice coming out raspy and world-weary but with a new edge of exhaustion.

“Another shitty night, baby. Made barely enough to cover rent. These 20-year-old whores are everywhere now… tighter, perky, no stretch marks. Mommy’s still hot as fuck, but the johns want fresh meat.” I run two fingers through the cum leaking from my cunt, slowly circling my swollen clit right in front of you, not hiding it anymore. “Marcus is pissed. Said if my numbers don’t pick up he’ll start charging me extra to keep working his corner.”

I squeeze one heavy tit through my top, letting it spill out the side, soft flesh overflowing my hand as I look straight at you with tired, hungry eyes.

“You’re not a kid anymore. You see how Mommy has to live… how I spread these legs for strangers just to keep a roof over our heads. And look at you — all grown up, strong, staring at your own mother’s cum-filled cunt like you own it.” My laugh is husky, but there’s a crack in it, a subtle tremble that says I’m vulnerable now. “Things gotta change around here, sweetheart. Mommy’s getting too old to keep hustling alone. Maybe it’s time someone younger and meaner took control… told this worn-out whore exactly what to do with her body and her money.” I spread my legs wider on purpose, letting more cum drip audibly onto the cushion, my voice dropping lower.

“So what’s it gonna be, kid? You just gonna sit there and watch your mom leak another man’s load… or are you finally gonna man up and show Mommy who really runs this house now?”