[SHINJA]

*** CHAPTER 2 ***


When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to shine, I
heard my mother in the bathroom and suddenly began to
wonder if I was going to get killed or what. I didn't
know when she got home or what kind of mood she was in
and I wasn't anxious to find out. I laid in my bed for
another hour while my mother began breakfast. Finally I
got up enough nerve to go face her.

My mother was standing over the kitchen sink washing some
dishes as I sat myself at the kitchen table. She half
turned and said good morning to me and told me what there
was for breakfast.

On the table was her cup of coffee as it was the day
before. But this day I had no drug to put into the cup:
my mother was still dressed in her silk pajamas, which
meant that she wasn't going to work today. When I asked
her about it, she reminded me that she only worked twice
a week in the summer.

Her answer was friendly and so were the next few moments
of small talk. I felt a real sense of relief; thinking
that she didn't know what happened, or she told everybody
to go to hell and wasn't going to ever bring it up-- that
was the kind of mother she was with us.

It was no surprise when Rohan knocked on the back door.
He'd be over with us for breakfast almost every morning
in the summer and as I said before, he was like another
son to my mother. But when he came in all cheery, my
mother coldly greeted him and left the room. Rohan sat down
at the table with me and started to say something, but
stopped when my mother came back in.

The three of us talked just as always. Still, there was a
feeling of tension. Again when my mother left the room
Rohan leaned forward and in an excited almost breathless
voice told me my mother was our sex slave! I must have
had a dumb look on my face for he told me again and swore
it was true.

Still Rohan knew I wasn't convinced and was determined to
prove it to me. My mother came in and got two plates to
put on the table: as she bent over the table, her pajama
top hung open a bit. Rohan's hand shot up and under her
pajama top and found a breast.

My mother jumped back and her eyes shot knifes at Rohan,
then at me. Rohan didn't bat an eye nor did he stop
grinning at her. When he told her we'd like to see her
nude, her face reddened and a look of anger crept over
it. However, as Rohan said to her, "My Daddy..." well she
took a deep breath and without looking at me told us to
follow her into the living room. We both jumped to our
feet and almost fell over each other to get to the living
room.

We stood there as she closed the shades; then with her
back to us she undid her pajama top and slipped it off.
It was just a moment or two that she stood there with her
back to us, but Rohan reminded her to take off the bottoms
too. You could hear her give a big sigh as she hesitated
to do it; then her hands slipped into her pajama pants
and off they came.

Rohan elbowed me as her lovely round pink ass was thrust
toward us as she bent to remove the pants from around her
ankles. Turning around she faced us without saying a
word. Her eyes were looking off and past us. Our eyes on
the other hand scanned her tits and hairy cunt. It was
even better than the day before.

I mean here she was a full-grown woman doing what we
wanted her to do, with no arguments. And suddenly I
really didn't care that she was my own mother. Not
caring: I asked her to put her arms behind her back and
bend over. That, I think, made my mother a bit
uncomfortable, but she did it. Her tits hung so
wonderfully-- just as I pictured in my dream. Rohan then
asked her to lay on the open hide-a-bed and spread her
legs for us. She did just that.

Yep she appeared to be our "willing" sex slave, still we
couldn't work up the nerve to touch her. Rohan; every time
he wanted her to do something would start by asking her--
-my mother bend over and spread her ass cheeks, you could
see a look of shock on her face but she did so. Rohan
licked his lips and said thank you. We allowed her to
dress and went off to play.

*

Later as I fought my own conscience, Rohan and Anshul came
over with the others. They told me to ask my mother to
let me stay at Abhidie's place for an over night. I thought
they were going to ask me to have her come there and get
naked for us. That was not the case.

I was told that Rohan's dad had arranged to take my mother
out to a place called "Anshul's father's Drug store and Recreation
Hall"; there she was to perform a strip tease for some
stag party. Rohan went on to tell me that his dad told him
we could follow them when he took her there, and he'd let
us hide in the back room and watch.

My mother had no problem letting me sleep the night at
Abhidie's and even encouraged my older brother to go over
to his friend's house-- which he gladly did.

Around ten that night just after my dad left for his
second job, we gathered in the entranceway of the
apartment building across the way from mine. We watched
as Rohan's dad waited for my mother. When she appeared, she
was dressed in her Sunday best. They headed down the
street toward Anshul's father's with us following a safe distance
behind.

Anshul's father's was only a short way from where we all lived but
being out at night made it feel like one great big
adventure to some other world. We crossed under the
railroad tracks and came to the corner where Anshul's father's was.
Anshul's father's was the only place open at this hour. The front of
Anshul's father's was like a small drug store, in the back were poker
tables and a small bar where men gathered to kill time
and get away from day to day worries.

Every time my family would take a Sunday walk in the
summer, we'd stop in and get an ice cream cone from Anshul's father
himself. I'd always watch the poker players that were
ever present. My mother would always warn my dad that if
she ever caught him in there at night that she'd skin him
alive. It became a standing joke, based on a rather seedy
reputation that Anshul's father's had acquired for allowing men to
have bachelor parties and smokers there every now and
then.

I could almost hear my mother's voice speaking the words
as she and Rohan's dad went inside the front door. We ran
across the street as fast as we could and around to the
side, where as promised the door to the storeroom was
open. We hurried in the storeroom door and cautiously
peered around the flimsy curtain that hung between the
inner door and the poker tables.

The place was filled with choking cigar and cigarette
smoke and the poker tables were still occupied with
players. At least 15 people must have been there. My
mother stood by Rohan's dad as he talked with the little
owner Anshul's father. She looked very nervous and uncomfortable.
When Tariq pointed out that she was wearing what she wore
when she taught our Sunday school class, Anshul snickered
that this wasn't Sunday school.

Anshul's father told his helper to close the door and came over to
where the card players were. He told them he had a
special treat for them all. Pointing to my mother, he
told them in words that I still can remember to this day.

"See that lovely little mother over there. She ain't no
pro, ain't no whore either. Just a little mother and
housewife who has come to entertain us. Going to take it
ALL off. ALL!"

Then someone asked him a question that I couldn't hear.
But Anshul's father looked over at Rohan's dad who nodded his head and
shouted back for a price. With that Anshul's father began collecting
ten dollars from each man. One man was a bit angry about
having to stop his card-playing saying that she better be
awfully damned good.

The men parted and let Rohan's dad and my mother pass
though them. Anshul's father and his helper moved aside most of the
card tables. The helper saw us and came over to us. We
thought we were going to be tossed out. But he just
opened the curtain and told us not to worry, it was pitch
black in the storeroom and if we just sat a foot behind
the door opening no one would see us. We did as he told
us and sat ourselves down on the floor and readied
ourselves for the strip tease my mother was about to
perform.

My mother stood right in front of us only a few feet
away. She stood momentarily by herself facing all the
eager men. Loud noisy music started to play, but my
mother just stood there, frozen. Soon the whole place was
filled with mad and swearing men. The music stopped and
Rohan's dad angrily ran up to her, grabbing her hard by her
arms whispered something in her ear.

Again the music started this time she reached back
undoing her dress. The dress fell to her feet, after a
slight pause, her slip fell to her feet. No, one cared
that she wasn't dancing, they all stared and waited
hopefully that she indeed was going to take it ALL off.
Bending over to unfasten her nylons from her girdle I
over heard one of the men standing next to our door
saying that she had to have really big tits.

With some pride I thought to myself wait till you see
them. My heart pounded with the excitement of it all. The
men cheered and laughed as she wiggled herself out of her
girdle. The moment of truth had arrived for our Sunday
school teacher. At Rohan's dad's suggestion she turned her
back to the crowd and took off her bra. She stood there
and began to sob. After a short pause she slipped her
hands into her panties slipping them off. As she did, she
had to bend over showing the crowd that wonderfully plump
pink ass of her's.

At the sight of my mother's asshole the men went wild.
Rohan's dad put up his hand and quieted the men. When it
was perfectly silent, he told my mother to turn around.
"LOOK AT THOSE GODDAMN NIPPLES. DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A
HAIRY PUSSY BEFORE?"

This comment still ring in my ears every now and then. I
was amazed how excited grown men acted at seeing her
nipples and pussy. They were just as excited as us twelve
year old kids were. Now I realize that it was the 50's
for them also--the age of no public showing of nipples or
crotch. The fact that she had big full tits made her just
too tempting.

To my shock, a man rushed forward, and picked her up and
slammed her onto of the poker table only a foot away from
us. His hands and mouth found my mothers tits. He swirled
his tongue as he sucked her nipples till they hardened.

I watched in stunned awe as my mother just lay there
sobbing, not fighting or anything. When the man lifted
her legs up and buried his face into her pussy, she just
closed her eyes. He sloppily ravaged her most sacred area
until his drool ran down the crack of her ass. The over
weight man then dropped his pants and pulled out a man
sized hard-on. I must admit I got excited seeing it.

When he pulled my mother forward so that he could start
inserting his cock in her I began to get a hard-on to. I
was becoming short of breath, with excitement. I could
see the cock's huge head being placed at the opening of
my mother's now soaking wet vagina. I saw it part the
lips and slip fully inside her.

I watched intently as the cock slipped in and out harder
and faster. The entire table shook as he fucked her
furiously. My mother closed her eyes crying. The crowd
cheered him on. My mother's moans could be heard. Two
other men came up to her and lifted her knees up and
apart. A few men shouted to the man to fuck that slut
good! Then with amazement I watched the cock slip in and
out of her cunt with cum covering it. The man backed away
from the table with a grin on his face.

No sooner had the first man finished fucking her than a
second one began. Again I studied intently the matured
sized cock as it slipped inside my mother. Her massive
tits bounced back and forth he held a handful of her hair
forcing himself as deep as possible inside of her, then
he pulled his cock out and a huge stream of cum sprayed
all over my mothers tits. We all had looks of awe on our
faces.

The third man made my mother stand up and bend over. We
could almost reach out and grab her tits. He pulled out
his big dick and again I watched the dick first part then
enter my mother's vagina. His balls pounding against her
ass made her tits bounce to our vocal delight as well as
the entire crowd of men. He shouted, "You like getting
fucked like a slut, don't you? Take that entire cock
bitch. You know you like it."

Her ass was slightly red from his pounding of it then he
pulled out and cum shot all over my mother's ass. He spat
on the floor and said, "Fucking whore," and walked away.

As another man laid my mother back on top of the table to
fuck her, he used her tits as handles as he bounced her
back and forth on his cock, till he came. I thought I had
seen it all.

But I hadn't.

The next man helped her off the table and made her kneel
on the floor. Again she was only a foot in front of us. I
remember my mother politely asking the man not to make
her do this. I didn't know what she meant. But as the man
pulled out his dick and waived it in front of her face,
threatening to beat the shit out of her if she didn't,
she glumly reached up and took his cock gingerly between
two fingers. Closing her eyes and gagging a bit she
opened her mouth wide.

I remember watching her lips close around the head of the
man's cock almost as if it were in slow motion. As her
head bobbed back and forth you could see the head of his
cock pressing against her cheek. We were so close that we
all could hear the slurping sounds she made as she sucked
and sucked. Suddenly the man began to force her head
harder and faster over his cock. He took a hold of her
head and forced her to blow him at a great speed. Then
with a groan he pulled it out of her mouth shooting a
long stream of cum onto her face.

We looked at each other and could barely contain our
amazement as the next man made her kneel on all fours, my
friends whispered and giggled among themselves. Myself I
was too interested in watching the man fucking my mother
doggy style. It was the best of both worlds, as the
others soon discovered: you could see the cock slipping
in and out, and watch her large and full tits bounce so
wildly. While that man fucked her cunt another man got in
front of her and made her suck his cock.

They rocked her back and forth forcing one cock deep in
her cunt then the other deep down her throat. The men
cheered loudly as they seen her viscously fucked. After
what seemed like forever one exploded in her cunt then
the other down her throat. Then the man who commented
earlier about how my mother must have huge tits came up
to her, he told the other men how he wanted to fuck those
titties.

He had my mother suck him off a little like she did with
the other man then he laid on the ground and got on top
of her he positioned himself so his cock was between her
tits, then he forced her to push her breasts tightly
together. She tilted her head away so she didn't have to
watch. He slid in and out from between her tits causing
her tits to jiggle all over until he came. Then went
slower and slower till her tits milked out all his
remaining cum.

We were kicked out shortly after that and headed back to
Abhidie's. Looking over our shoulders we watched some more
men go in and heard the doors locked behind them. I don't
know what went on after that, nor do I know what time my
mother got home that night.

What I do remember was sitting up all night talking about
what we had seen, and wondering silently what had
happened when my mother went back that night to talk with
Rohan's parents. I always wondered what went on and,
although Rohan never said anything, I always figured that
he may have had some "fun" that night with my mother,
which his parents made him promise never to tell us
about.

Soon after the kids left things really got out of
control. She was used and abused in every position
imaginable, she must have pleased over 20 men that night.
It was all part of Rohan's father's plan to break her
spirit and make her understand she was now his property.
"Man Llama you have me wetting my pants! I always had a
thing for an Aunt and a couple of teachers when I was 12,
but never dreamt of doing anything so wild."

"It was just that -- wild."

"I sat here picturing myself undressing your mother and
everything. Hey question. What about the pictures? Did
you guys get any back."

"Ya we did. You know how some had baseball cards to show
off? Well we had nude photos of my mother. Her face was
either torn off, or blacked out, or we had her in a
mask."

"Where these just the pictures you took when you first
stripped her."

"Some. But we got a lot more though the next few years."

"Damm! What do you mean the next few years? God how many
pictures do you think you took?"

"Don't really know. There were stag films made of us and
my mother. Among others. Along with other things."

*

A week had past since my mother was made to strip in
public and raped. She was not aware that I and my five
closest friends had witnessed her first public
humiliation, so things between us were quite normal.
Normal as it could be, considering she had just bared and
posed herself for her son and a friend of his the day
before she stripped publicly and got raped. Normal as it
could be, considering her son and his twelve years old
friends had drugged her, stripped her naked, plaid with
her and photographed it all.

The term, normal took on a whole new meaning for my
mother and me. We talked without ever bringing up what
had happened. I did my chores and obeyed her as before,
just as my friends treated her with the same respect and
courtesy as before we had "captured her." This would be
the "normal" outward appearance that the world would see.

Although nothing was said between us, we both knew what
our roles were, and as my brother and I helped finish the
dishes I was about to exercise my new found power as
"slave master" over my own mother. Inside I felt like
jelly, but at the same time after seeing her fucked in
public and sucking cock, made it easy for me to approach
her-- after my dad left for work, and my brother went out
with his friends.

To my own amazement I calmly, and firmly told her that my
friends and I wanted to play a game the next day. As she
folded some towels, you could see her begin to bite on
her lower lip. I went on and explained that it was a game
of "Cowboys and Indians," and she was to be the Indian's
captured white woman.

She looked at me for a moment as I went on to explain, we
wanted her to be nude; then looking away she let out a
long sigh. After a moment of silence, she asked me with a
rather disappointed tone in her voice, if it was
something I wanted her to do.

It was obvious that she was hoping that somewhere she
would hit on a nerve of guilt and loyalty within me, and
that I'd change my mind. But as my cock hardened I nodded
my head that I wanted her to do it. When I told her that
my friends would be over about 10:00 a.m. she shook her
head no, saying that she didn't want them up in our
apartment. Then to my surprise she told me that she'd
come down to the storage room instead.

The rest of the night nothing further was said about what
I had asked her to do. In fact we talked and joked with
each other just as always. For a moment I began to feel
guilty about what I had done and was about to do the next
day. However, when she told me she had to go out a while
and to put myself to bed, I began to picture her walking
with Rohan's dad back to Anshul's father's Rec. Hall just like a week
earlier. With that in mind I couldn't wait for the next
day.

My mom headed over to Rohan's fathers house very nervously.
When she came to the front door he was waiting for her
with a grin on his face. He wrapped his arms around her
and slid his tongue into her mouth. His hands rolled down
her back to her plump ass, he squeezed her softly then
harder. He opened the door and led her inside.

To her surprise Anshul's dad was there and smiled when he
spotted her. Hello there my mother. She didn't respond, he
walked up to her and unzipped her dress it dropped to the
floor, then slid of her slip. Very nice. Then he
unclipped her bra. Out they dropped he grabbed them and
squeezed them.

Rohan's father then walked up to them and pulled down her
panties. You can keep your girdle and nylons on, they
aren't in the way. They both laughed. Anshul's dad slid
his hand between my mother's legs and started rubbing her
pussy. Rohans dad slapped her ass, then started mooching
her asshole. They paused so they could strip then told my
mother to get on the bed and spread her legs. She
reluctantly did and they moved in on her.

Rohan's dad's cock head found her pussy and starting slowly
fucking, while Anshul's dad slapped her face a few times
with his stiffening cock before he pushed it between her
lips.

Anshul's dad squeezed her tits as she sucked him off. He
pulled out and shot his cum on her tits.

Rohan shot his load deep inside her again. Then they got
off of her, my mother was about to dress until Rohan's
father said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She must have had a dumb look on her face cause he then
said, "There's still cum on my cock. Clean it off bitch."

A look of disgust was on her face as she grimly crawled
toward him. Knowing that his cock was just inside her and
her juices she would soon taste disgusted her. Rohans dad
took his hand and helped guide her there since it was
obvious she was taking her time. The cock slipped in and
he started becoming hard again he pumped away, fucking
her face, till cum rolled over her lips.

The next day I was up bright and early on my way out to
do my paper route. My brother had gotten up early too and
was on his way to a caddying job that he had just gotten,
and would take him away for the day. Dad had just left
for his day job, leaving mom still asleep on the hide-a-
bed. As I looked at her, I thought about removing her
pajamas and beginning the day of fun early, but I didn't
have the nerve.

It was almost 10:00 a.m. and we had gathered at the
bottom of the steps leading up to our fourth floor
apartment. As Abhidy bounced a ball against a wall, and
Anshul impatiently walked back and forth, occasionally
looking up at the stairs hoping to see my mother coming
down; I went over the ground rules-- no fucking, any
pictures could not be of her face, and be as respectful
as possible.

It was twenty minutes later and my mother hadn't come
down. Rohan told me to go get her. I ran up the stairs
skipping every other step and slammed open the back door;
yelling for her. She responded in her usual quite and
calm manner that she had just finished her shower.

Within two minutes she appeared in the kitchen wearing a
long terry cloth robe and slippers. She asked me to go
out and see who may be around. I did as she told me. When
I told her I saw no one other than my friends, she came
out and started down the steps, with me following her.
Half way down she paused at a railing and looked down at
the others.

All their eyes were glued on her. The hungry looks on
their faces made me smile, and my mother shake her head.
The others piled into the storage room, quickly followed
by my mother and me.

She told me to close the door and lock it, then politely
she asked Rahul and Tariq to cover the small window. Once
all was taken care of to her satisfaction she undid her
robe and without a pause, opened it and let it slip to
the floor.

This time, unlike when she bared herself to Rohan and me in
my apartment, she couldn't just look past us pretending
that we weren't there. No, this time there were six pairs
of eyes and six gaping mouths staring at her tits and
pussy. For a few minutes we all stood there not exactly
sure how to act, then Rohan simply asked, "my mother. bend
over and dangle your tits for us."

You could see her face redden a bit, but she did like Rohan
asked. She stayed that way for only a moment before
letting out a shocked squeal after Anshul grabbed one of
the large mounds of white flesh.

Mother straightened up and covered her tits with her
arms. Her face showed the look of indignation, but
changed to one of resignation as I began to rub her pump
ass with my hands. I don't remember what I said, or how
easy it was to pull her arms behind her back.

I do remember saying something about her being my "White
woman captive," as I tied her to a post in the middle of
the room. I glared into her eyes as I plaid with her tits
and nipples, feeling the strangest sense of power. She
didn't look away but just shook her head a bit. I felt
her tits in my hands and couldn't help but smile.

When I let my hand, drop to between her legs and began to
play with her hair, she groaned and asked me not to do
that. All that her last request did was to make me more
excited, and with some force my hand and fingers began to
squeeze her pussy. Now my Mother turned her head and
closed her eyes. I invited each one of the others to come
and play.

I was on my second turn and was fingering my Mother's now
thickened clit and checking out the oozing goo that began
to run down her inner thighs, when we heard someone
coming to the storage room door. Panicked and scrambling
to untie my mother, the door began to open. Just in time:
We had my mother back in her robe and pretended we were
helping her find a box. The old lady came in and had no
clue as to what had been going on, but by interrupting;
gave my mother a chance to dart out the door and back up
to our apartment.

I went up after we all had stopped laughing at what had
just happened. None of us was sure as just what to expect
next. What we did know, was that we didn't want to stop
just yet. With the urging of my friends, I went up to get
my mother to come back down.

My mother sat on the couch tight lipped, staring off into
space. Her chest heaved beneath her robe, and her head
slowly shook side to side. I wasn't as confident this
time when I asked her to come back down to the storage
room.

When I asked her, she first looked at me for a moment
with her soft Brown eyes, then with a deep breath she
stood up and firmly told me-- no. I felt my heart sink
and my eyes fell to the floor. Suddenly she began to
speak.

"So. You want your mother to be," she hesitated and
glared at me a moment, "to be your sex slave?" Now all of
a sudden I began to feel a bit uncomfortable. "For you.
AND all your FRIENDS?" When she put it that way, I really
felt like a rat.

I don't know what she thought or felt after having said
all that, and then having to watch me tear out of the
living room to the kitchen to get some pieces of cord.
When I came back into the living room, she was sitting on
the bed, looking at me, still shaking her head in
disbelief.

As I looped a cord around one of her wrists, she made one
last request; making me swear not to let the others fuck
her. But not in those words. After having tied my mother
spread eagled to the bed I stood back to admire the
awesome view of her nude body. I stared intently at the
pinkness of her partially open vagina. I must have been
in a trance.

My hands rubbed and squeezed her tits. Again when my
fingers plaid with her nipples I watched her wet her
lips, as my hands began to cup her pussy. As my fingers
parted the lips on her pussy and my index finger timidly
brushed the inside pinkness of her vagina, my mother
softly asked me to stop and not to put my finger inside
her.

For the time being I left my mother and bolted out the
back door like some sort of crazy man. I looked over the
railing and down at my friends who were about ready to
leave; thinking that my mother had killed me or some sort
of thing like that. Waiving my arms for them to come up,
I turned and went back into my apartment.

Like flies to honey they descended on her. As they fought
to be on the bed with her I stood back and just laughed.
Anshul and Rohan each pulled at her nipples while Rahul took
pictures, being careful not to get her face in any of the
pictures. Abhidy and Tariq took their hands and plaid with
her pussy. Rahul finally stopped taking pictures and
joined in.

Mother's pussy was wide open and again oozing her goo. It
was just too inviting. Rohan's fingers slipped into the
pink wet hole. First two then four; slipping in and out
as hard as he could. I know I promised her I wouldn't let
them fuck her, but I didn't promise her that we wouldn't
finger fuck her.

She laid there with her eyes closed as each of us took
our turns at the gooey hole. Suddenly her stomach tighten
and began to quiver as I took another turn shoving my
fingers into her. Then her hips began to twist and raise
up and down. The muscles of her vagina tighten hard
against my fingers. Finally her whole body bounced and
twisted and low moans and groans came from her mouth.

Laying there panting and sobbing; without opening her
eyes she asked me to stop and send the others home. I did
as she asked. Leaving her tied to the bed I walked with
the others to the kitchen. We all were laughing and
smiling at what we had accomplished.

For the rest of the summer the scene at my apartment
would be repeated at each of the others homes. All that
is except Rohan's. My mother absolutely refused to go there
with us. And we all knew why!

Less than a week after our first time with my mother, I
had been out playing baseball with Rohan and some friends
at a park near by; it was evening and getting dark so we
were heading home. As we walked Rohan asked how long my
brother was staying at our cousins. Since I hadn't told
him that he was going to be staying at our cousins, I
asked how he knew.

Rohan just laughed as he told me how his dad got my mother
to arrange times when she could stay out very, very late.
"Business, you know," Rohan finished, laughing a bit.

No I didn't know.

So Rohan told me that when my mother told me to go to bed,
and that she was going to be out late tonight, just to
bet that his dad was pimping her at their flat. Somehow I
knew it was true, and I guess I really didn't care, but
still I had to say that I didn't believe him. Naturally
he was willing to prove it to me.

True enough; mother told me to get myself to bed, that
she'd be out-- late. Just like Rohan said she would tell
me. Just like she did a time before, she dressed and
left, after checking to see if I was asleep.

This time I followed her. Just like Rohan said she went to
Rohan's flat.

All the lights in the flat were on, the shades were drawn
but you could see shadows of some people that already
were there. I saw the door open; you could hear loud
music along with the voices of Rohan's mother and some men.

I heard Rohan's dad heartily greet my mother and heard him
shout that the entertainment had arrived. As the door was
closing I could hear the men inside give out whistles and
cat calls. No more than a couple of minutes later,
another man showed up. As he went in, Rohan was sent out.

When I called out to him, Rohan came running over waiving a
ten dollar bill. The money was for him to go amuse
himself. As I stared at the flat with some mixed
emotions, I asked Rohan how long did he have to be gone. He
replied that my dad got home about three; so since it was
just ten now-- about four hours.

"How did he amuse himself?" I asked.

With that question he grabbed me by an arm. He led me to
the steps of his two flat where we had gathered many
nights before, dreaming of having a sex slave. We paused
as another man walked past us and up to the door to Rohan's
flat. Then quietly we slipped between two tall Lilac
bushes placing us at one of the front windows of the
apartment. There we could listen to the men and their
joking over the loud music.

The shade was drawn, but it didn't take much to make out
the figure of my mother removing her cloths. Shortly her
figure disappeared and the voices quieted. My thoughts as
to what was going on inside were interrupted by Rohan who
tapped on the window.

Moments after his tapping, I heard his mother say how hot
it was inside and that she was going to open one of the
windows a bit. Her huge figure loomed at the window and
the shade went half way up and then the window opened a
bit.

The music was off now and amid the low mummers of some
men, you could hear the hide-a-bed squeak and groan. As
we looked in as best we could, we could every now and
then see a man on top of my mother. I watched a man get
up and put on his pants as my mother and Rohan's mother
went into the bathroom. The man lit up a cigarette and
told the others, "She's a good fuck!"