Biography Drink life with your mother's milk.

My parents divorced when I was growing up. My father had a good job, but he became an alcoholic and lost it. Constant arguments, no money, and I found myself in the middle of this apocalypse. I was often told I wasn't his daughter. After the divorce, my mother found a job with food and lodging as a housekeeper for an elderly couple. They had a large house with a terrace. We lived in an annex building. I finished elementary school and started middle school. The room we lived in became too small for us. My mother asked the landlord for a separate room for me. He refused for a long time, but she finally negotiated a small room in the attic for me. One day, I felt ill and skipped class. I overheard my mother talking to the landlord in the kitchen. Even though I wasn't allowed to move around the house, I decided to go downstairs and tell her I wouldn't be going to school. I stood frozen in the kitchen doorway. The owner was leaning against the table, and my mother was kneeling before him with his penis in her mouth, massaging his testicles with her hand. They were in a frenzied mood. The owner turned his head and looked at me with wild eyes, breathing heavily. My mother glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, continued sucking his penis and moaning. After a moment, they lost their attention. The owner grabbed my mother's head and began pressing it against him until his penis was completely hidden in her mouth. Her eyes were watering, and saliva was dripping down her chin. He was fucking her head and mouth. I fled to my room. Afterward, she came to me, sat down next to me, and grabbed my hand. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was tousled, and there was remnants of semen on her shoulder. I remember her words: "Nothing's wrong, honey. You'll understand someday."......C.D.N.