Men call my phone sex line to talk about their naughtiest perversions. And I welcome them. From the vanilla to the extreme, I can talk about anything. And last night, one of my callers seemed more interested in my backstory than hearing about my little ones. Most guys call me because they are P men and they want to know more about what my husband and I do with our offspring. Or they want me to be their mommy.
However, last night, this guy wanted to know about my earliest sexual encounter. And honestly, I can’t remember the first time because that’s how young I was. Sometimes it’s hard to tell when talking to me that I only achieved a GED. I grew up in rural West Virginia without any sort of education. When I met my husband as a young teen hooker, he promised to take me away from that place. And eventually he did. He polished me up a bit with some tutoring and speech classes so I could fit into his world. But inside, I was still a trailer trash whore.
But back to my humble beginnings. I believe my parents only had me so I would be the cash cow. They pimped me out to truckers and travelers, and even a few locals. But I stayed in a dingy little pop-up camper in the back of the trailer. No TV. No friends. And I knew no other life. In fact, I believe I was mute until my teenage years. And that’s because my now husband would leave me CDs and a disc man so I could learn the language better and listen to music. I just hid it from my parents.
I Came from a Trailer Park in Rural West Virginia But Now I Live in a Gated Community in California
My understanding, my parents pretty much pimped me out from the get-go coming into this world. And Likely I guzzled a lot of cum thinking it was milk. The first clear memory I have is about fucking this fat slimy looking fucker. Some greasy trucker who liked young girls. And I could barely breathe when his sweaty fat body got on top of my tiny frame. His breathing, I will never forget. It sounded like he might stroke out at any moment. But I remember him thrusting his chubby dick into my little bald pussy and trying to choke me at the same time.
Most of the men treated me better. But nobody treated me as good as my now husband. That’s because he needed me. I became his breeding whore. But I would do again in a heartbeat. Anything my husband wants, he gets. He took an uneducated almost feral girl from rural West Virginia and polished her up. He turned me into a trashy milf and mother. But I clean up when I need to. And I can sound sophisticated to play the part of his trophy wife when I need to also.
I don’t mind talking about my past as a Lolita whore for my parents. But my memory is fuzzy from those days. And the further I get away from it the fuzzier it gets. But unfortunately, I still have a few memories that will always haunt me no matter how many great loving, hot incest memories I create. But I am a no taboo woman so we can talk about anything you want even the sexual abuse I suffered as a young girl.
