We were fed and warm so I guess I can't complain much. Daddy spent a lot of money on booze and girls but as long as I didn't suffer it was none of my ...usiness.I watched as he brought home a string of bar skanks. They all fit the stereotype. Bleached blonde hair, big saggy tits, carrying a little too much weight from the years of alcohol and fried food. Ass that had seen better days but I guess that didn't matter none to daddy. I'd hear 'em in there moaning and grunting. Ruttin' like pigs in. As I mentioned the school was about twenty miles away. I had to catch the bus there and wait for the bus to get home, sometimes for over an hour and a half after school had finished.I was well endowed, even at that tender age. I had wonderful large breasts that got me noticed easily and a fantastic arse. My legs were not too short and I guess the boys saw my best parts first. Needless to say I was not short of attention after school had finished. I wouldn’t exactly call me a slut; more of a. I won't be mad or disgusted. If I would, I wouldn't be doing this for you, and in front of you. Would I?"Marty heard what his mother said, and thought of the words that described what he thought of his mother's tits, exposed as they were — deliberately no less — to his eyes. It was hard to concentrate for the boy when every single little movement of his mom's body made the soft balls on her chest jiggle like jell-o, and when those reddish stiff nipples only seemed to be getting bigger and. I try to pull it down over my stockingtops and give up. I put the ?80 in my purse and walk back towards thelights. The girl who had spoken to me before is at the corner when I getthere."Just friends were they luv? I told you we all start like that, you're awhore like me, ain'tcha? Oh, you've got a load of spunk stains on yerface 'n tits, did'ya know?" she laughs.I just keep walking, faster now, ignoring the catcalls and the cars thatare slowing. I almost miss the big black car that pulls over.