My Dark Paradise

Chapter 5 - " I'm Pretty When I Cry "

She's gone, my mother is gone and I didn't even get to say goodbye. How was I supposed to know that she had terminal pancreatic cancer and leukaemia if nobody fucking tells me. I haven't spoken to my mother in 10 years, ever since I started prostitution, she doesn't talk to me. I'm not suprised, but I still loved her. Well I'm going to Chicago to go to the funeral. The plane trip seems like forever and I struggle not to cry. When I eventually land, I am greeted by my step father. He takes me out to his car and we drive to the family home. I hadn't been here in so long...

I moved when I started year 8 and moved in with friends because my mum was unfit to raise me. Life was so hard back then, but I didn't want her to die despite the fact that I wished I was dead. It was so hard living away from my family, it was during the divorce so that made it even harder. I had a new father, although attractive, it took me a while to get used to having mum going out with a stranger, I didn't meet him till a year after mum met him. I didn't know what to think of my life at this point, I was lost.

But anyway back at the funeral...
We arrive at my family home and in the entrance, I see my mothers casket with her body sleeping peacefully inside, I can't contain myself, I break down in tears and collapse in front of my mothers body. I don't know what to say or do as I never have had to do this. I don't know why I am crying so much, I didn't even see her that often, she was a psychopath!

My step father walks behind me and places his hand on my shoulder, then helps me up and try's to console me but it doesn't help, I gently push him away and run to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet seat and put my head in my hands and cry. I've disappointed my mother and she died with her daughter a hooker and a slut.

My step fathers name is Francesco. He's an African American that was raised an Italian who lived in England who later moved to Chicago. Such a multicultural man, such a sexy man. I never called him dad, I called him big daddy when we fucked but never dad, just Francesco. He always tried to be a good father until year 10 when he started coming to Brooklyn to have sex with me behind mums back. He was cheating on her and she died not knowing, she was the innocent mother that died with a cheating second husband and a hooker for a daughter.

Francesco walks into the bathroom and kneels beside me and comforts me. I'm not the sort of person who likes sympathy, and considering I'm a whore at heart I go down and start making out with him. I'm enjoying this kiss but the thought of how much mum would hate me right now is looming over me... But she's dead now. We both stand up, still passionately kissing. He stops for a moment and looks at my face, wipes away tears and he says the one thing that really pushed to the limit, " You look so pretty when you cry ".

I bend down and unzip the fly to his black suit pants and take his dick in my hands and begin pleasing my man. I do this for a living but this was something different. He always made me feel different. He gently pushes the back of my head to get his dick deeper down my throat, I begin to gag so he stops, he never liked gagging. He then brings me up and passionately kisses me again, this time with more tongue. He then sits down on the toilet seat and I sit in his lap making sure his dick was in the right spot then we begin, bareback.

As far as I know, he doesn't have any STIs so I think I'm okay, I just keep bouncing slowly in his lap, trying to make as little noise as I could to avoid anyone hearing. I wrapped my arms around his back in a hug position and squeeze in order to keep quiet and feel the human connection with him. So many thoughts come to mind; am I a whore, what if someone hears, he is my step father, what am I doing. But I just keep going...

I am on the brink of climaxing and he speeds up, then he stops with a quite moan, he is finished, my pussy in practically on fire and we finish off with a nice, long, passionate kiss that's lasts for a good 10 minutes. I stand up and clean myself up while he zips up his pants. We walk out of the bathroom and pay our respects to my mother, then leave. I don't know where he is taking me but anywhere away from here would be fine.