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I thought life was pretty bad before Mom brought Edward home. I would learn over the next months that my life up 'til then was heaven compared to what life with Edward turned out to be.
in some ways grew up pretty fast . I can't remember a time when Mom wasn't drinking or drunk, I really can't. Somehow I learned how to find food, cook it, and eat fairly well. I learned how to scrounge clothes, keep them and myself clean. And I learned how to make myself disappear into the woodwork when Mom came home with the strange men she would pick up at the bars she worked/hung out in fantasy rape pictures. |
Once when I was 12, Mom brought home this "creature" who looked more like a bear than a man. The man grabbed me as I tried to duck out the door, and says to Mom, "Cute little cunt. I'll give you $10 extra if ya let me finger fuck 'er" Mom says sure, tells me to strip, and stands there laughing as the man mauls my body and my poor pussy. It was after that incident, I learned how to hide and hide quick when I heard a key in the door. I would have run away, but I had watched enough Donahue shows to know that life on the street for a young teen was a hell of a lot tougher than my life with Mom.
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Anyway, I was about 15 when Mom brought Edward home, and just my luck I was in the bathtub, and didn't hear them come in. This guy comes charging into the bathroom with his limp cock hanging out, stops, and takes a long look at me with his mouth hanging open. Then he starts licking his lips like he is looking at something good to eat. I was trying to cover myself with a wash cloth, and trying to see how I could get out of there. The "bear" from four years ago looked like a friendly dwarf compared to this guy! He was 6'4, around 280 pounds (mostly muscle, with a small beer gut), bald, scarred, and nasty looking. He finally says, "Well aint you the pretty little thing, what are ya, 12?" (I always did look younger than my age, tiny breasts, baby face, still do God help me.)
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Mom, comes up behind him, and says, "Nah, she almost grown, another year, and I can put the bitch out." The man keeps looking at me and licking his lips til Mom pulls him out the door, "C'mon you can piss in the sink and then ya fuck me like I promised." He goes, backing out still looking hard at me. I jumped out the tub, dressed as quick as I could, and ran out the house. I spent the night in a nearby park.