Jimmy's dad too, still used my mother to help him pay off vendors in the back of his drug store. The first time jimmy's dad did so once, when he knew he owed this vendor a lot of money arranged for my mother to be there when the vendor came to collect, a few brief words had the vendor escort my mother to the back ally where he stripped and fucked her hard on the dirt road.

With his comment Jimmy excused himself and went home. Very shortly it was only Red and me sitting on the steps. Another couple of men left the flat laughing and talking loud enough about my mother's pussy that most of the block must have heard them. I let out a string of words that would have made a sailor proud, and finishing by yelling -Assholes - at them.

Red shook his head and told me how his parents and Jimmy's dad where going to ruin it all. I had to agree, they were doing too much and using my mother to often, I was certain, that if the law didn't interfere, my dad would. Either way there would be hell to pay.

As we talked, Red pointed out how they were making money off of our "sex slave", and what did we get. I reminded him of the pictures we had swapped for, and the results. He simply pointed out we could have done that anyway. I thought a moment, and told him maybe we should pimp her ourselves. Red shook his head, saying that's risky and that was not where the big money was.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to ask how much money his parents where making off my mother's body. To my shock he figured they might make a couple of hundred each time. But then they'd pay half to someone for some type of protection.

Red had something on his mind, and he was leading me on to where he wanted me to be. That was becoming clearer as he talked. No; he went on, the big money was to be made in movies and kinky parties.

Kinky parties and movies. The idea stirred something in me as Red knew it would, but he knew what he was about to say would really get my attention. He asked me; how I'd feel if his parents and Jimmy's dad could not touch my mother ever again. He knew damned well how I hated the idea of her being whored by strangers, to strangers. It was one thing when we did it; at least I'd be there for her if anything went wrong, and I could guarantee that she'd not be recognized.

When I asked how he could stop his parents and Jimmy's dad from bothering my mother. He said two words that made my mouth drop open and my heart race. Mr. H.

Mr. H: Red explained, had connections and could arrange the films and parties. He could stop my mother from being whored by his parents and Jimmy's dad. All we had to do was make sure my mother did what he wanted her too do. We'd be working for him, by getting my mother to cooperate. We'd be well paid, both money, and sex with some very beautiful women.

The problem I was having; was that Mr. H was the old man living in the apartment below us. All our young lives we were all told never to go into his apartment or be alone with him. He was crazy. At times there were strange goings on in his butcher shop at night, which made people believe he was holding devil worship rites. Bottom line was; he was the bogeyman!

He was the bogeyman. Yet the next morning found Red and myself walking into his butcher shop. My mouth was dry as a bone and my stomach was in knots as we asked his assistant for him.

Mr. H was a smallish somewhat fail looking man that always reminded me of Adolph Hitler. He rarely smiled and always had a cold look about him. But this day was different. He was all smiles as Red told him that I agreed to work for him. Somehow I managed to interrupt and clarified things by saying; only if he could stop Red's parents and Jimmy's Dad from bothering my mother. That if no one bothered her for the next month, I'd work for him. For the first time I heard him laugh. For the first time I found him --likable.

Before we parted, Mr. H put his arm around my shoulders and walked us outside. As we walked, he told me everything would be alright, that at the end of the month's time we agreed upon; he'd have a job for us. Then slipping $50 in my hand he told Red and me to be especially kind to my mother.

The month came and went. Just like Mr. H promised no one bothered my mother; much to her delight. For the first time in a long time she seemed relaxed and cheerful again. She had no idea what was coming next. Neither did I.

Standing outside his apartment, Mr. H was waiting for me to come down the stairs. He asked me to enter his apartment, but old fears are hard to let go and I declined his offer. Standing there somewhat nervously I listened as he told me he had already talked with Red and would tell me the same things he told him.

We were told to get mother to take us to this semi- private swimming pool and see a man named "Ted". I asked what was going to happen and got the smug answer -maybe nothing; or maybe something that will make you $500. He went on to tell me not to let my mother think anything was going to happen and to be especially nice for the next week, before taking her to the pool.

Red and I waited until we found out my dad would be going out of town; then we asked my mother to take us to the pool that Mr. H wanted us to go to.

That Monday we arrived at the pool around 3 p.m. My mother went into the women's locker room and we went to the men's. We got out first and asked around for "Ted", only to find he had not arrived. The three of us swam and played happily around; now and then Red would try to find Ted. It just about 5 p.m. and my mother was getting ready to take us home. I thought to myself nothing was going to happen, not here at least. Just then a deep voice from a rather fat man introduced himself as, Ted.

As Red jumped out of the pool Ted asked what we wanted. Red tried his best to be so bold about what he wanted to say: But with a nervous and breaking voice, told the man that Mr. H told us that if we brought my mother here, that he (Ted) would give us $500. Ted just glared back and said is that so; then asked where my mother was. When Red pointed to her, the man let out a low whistle of approval. He told Red to go with him, and for me to stay with my mother.

It had been only fifteen minutes or so, when a public address speaker blared out the instructions: All non boy's club members were to now leave the pool; that the pool was now closed to the public. Many people began to leave, as did my mother. She looked around for my friend for a while until she was one of the last women to be in the pool area. Finally she told me to wait for him, and she'd be back after she got dressed.

I don't know what kind of boy's club it was, but I suddenly was painfully aware that I was the only minority there - one poor little white boy among a pool full of black boys around my age and younger. It seemed like an eternity as I waited for my mother and Red to return. It was obvious to me that something was going on with my mother, and I expected them to be back soon with Red telling me all the details.

Another fifteen minutes had past and another announcement to leave the pool came blurring loud and clear. Two of the life guards that were left rounded us up and headed us all off noisily to the men's locker room.

Great, I thought to myself, I'm left behind, and these black guys seem to be bumping into me on purpose. Needless to say my friend better had gotten our $500!

Going inside, it was loud, noisily and a bit scary for me. Then the loud noisily talking became a bit hushed mingled with snickering and fingers pointing towards the ceiling.

My mouth dropped open as I stood staring up at the ceiling. My mother hung suspended in her bathing suit just out of reach. She hung there with her arms out like an airplane. Ropes held her arms up by her wrists and elbows. Her legs were tied together at the knees and ankles. There were two ropes that held her legs up. There was no gag in her mouth, but she made no sound -still you could tell she had been crying. Beside her, on top of a high step ladder sat Red.

Red looked over at the fat man - Ted: Who with two others held cameras filming everybody. With a nod from Ted, Red unzipped the back of mother's swim suit; then with a big smile pulled it down towards her hips. Her two huge milky white tits fell free and dangled down towards us like two huge pinatas meant to be broken open. All hell broke loose as every one of the kids jumped up and tried to grab one. Her tits jumped and bounced wildly as hands slapped and clawed at them.

She was then lowered, hanging as if hung on a cross. Red pulled off her swim suit, and had barely got it past her knees when everyone attacked the white woman. At times I could hardly see her. These black boys probably had as much knowledge of a woman than we had a year earlier. And for damn certain they had never played with a white woman! The contrast of their black hands on and in her white body struck me as rather amusing. As I stared intently at them, I over heard a few of them daring each other to "eat her".

Now I wasn't exactly sure of what they meant by "eating her." Oddly, I felt no panic; but a strange erotic sensation as the mental pictures flashed in my head.

As my mother was spread eagled on top of a table with her head dangling down at one end and her ass just resting on the other end, I watched a boy, younger than me, bury his face in her pussy. As some more followed the little boy, I couldn't help but feel aroused.

Turnabout seemed to be in order, as my mother was still tied to the table; the men lined us up single file before her and handed us two cloths pins. I was towards the end of the line. We were told to remove our swim trunks and filmed as we stood there. I watched each boy in front of me straddle my mother's face and watched as she would lift her head and take his cock in her mouth. My heart pounded, and the excitement grew as I got closer and closer.

Finally I stood over her face. Without hesitation she lifted her head and I felt the warm wet lips of her mouth clamp down on my cock. Her hot wet tongue licked rather hungrily at the head of my cock, driving me wild. Suddenly she jumped and her mouth clamped down harder on my now leaking cock and her tongue moved harder and faster. The second time it happened I exploded.

When I was done and my dripping cock slipped out of her mouth, she turned her head and spit my cum out. I was told by one of the men to use my cloths pins. I had been so excited about having my cock sucked that I had been somewhat oblivious about what was going on. As I looked at the cloths pins clamped onto her nipples and tits, I realized why she had jumped those two times.

There wasn't much space to place them on her tits and absolutely no space on her nipples. With the help of one of the men with a camera, I clamped first one on her clit then another on one of her pussy's lips. I stood back with the others and watched her pussy disappear under the rest of the cloths pins.

We were told to get towels and wet them. When we came back my mother hung by her wrists, her body covered by cloths pins. The men counted to three and told us all snap our wet towels at her to knock off all the cloths pins. Her body twisted and jerked as the towels were snapped at her, and she would moan and squeal in pain.

Finally it was over; leaving just my mother, Red and I alone in the locker room. We had to help her place her dress over her swollen body. She was exhausted and wouldn't talk to us.

*

Three weeks past before Mr. H talked to us again. He asked if we had told her about our deal. We told him we hadn't. With that, a broad smile crossed his face and he uttered - perfect. Then told us not to tell my mother about his involvement; just do what he wanted us to do.

The next thing he wanted us to do was take my mother to a place on State Street in Chicago. When I told him that she probably wouldn't go with us, because the fact simply was, she didn't trust us. His reply was rather simple.

When Red and I approached her about going to Chicago with us, she frowned and told us in a cold voice --no. Red then went ahead and repeated what Mr. H's reply to us was when I told him she probably wouldn't go with us. That was: She worked for us and our boss's or go back to working for Red's parents and Jimmy's dad and others in our own neighborhood. Her eyes widened and her face flushed with anger, and she stormed into the bathroom locking the door behind her.

It was almost an hour before she opened the door. She looked at us coldly and asked who our "boss" was. Red laughed at her lifting up her dress, telling her we couldn't tell. As Red held her dress up and began to fondle her crotch, I explained that at least this way she wouldn't have to worry about anyone catching on in the neighborhood as to what was going on.

Red then asked her if anyone had bothered her the past several weeks. She pushed his hand away, agreeing to go along with us: As long as there would be no activity with Red's parents, Jimmy's dad, our friends, and finally nothing in or close to our neighborhood.

We took a bus to the downtown area of the city, to the south State street area. The area had cheap arcades, sleazy bars and burlesque theaters. Finding the address we were told to go too was no problem. Still as the three of us looked at the run down building that housed a burlesque theater, we wondered if we had the wrong address. Red asked a janitor as he opened one of the doors to the theater, if we had the right place. The man motioned us to go inside then up a flight of stairs. As he watched us pass he smiled broadly at my mother.

We stood in a large studio; somewhat empty except for a desk and a couple of chairs. The large windows looked down on State Street but they were so dirty you could hardly see out of them. There was some noise of people talking in the back room, but no one came out to answer Red's shouts asking if anyone was around.

Finally as we stood around for another ten minutes, a rather disheveled man came out from the back. He asked, almost pissed off at having seen us there, what we wanted. Red handed him a note that Mr. H had given us. After reading it he laughed and called for his three equally disheveled friends to come out, and to bring out the equipment.

My mother's eyes turned away from the camera equipment being brought out. It was then that I realized that the only pictures taken of her had been by us; and then her face had been covered or blocked out. Except for some that Red's parents had, there were no others. She whispered to me that she couldn't do this. But it was to late.

"Okay mommy, take off your cloths," the first man said as he loaded up a camera.

Screens were quickly set up and lights placed around. Some of the strippers came up as did the janitor to watch; which made her only the more nervous and scared. I couldn't figure out why. Here she had been raped in public and exhibited in public more than I could remember -- and this bothered her. It would be years later before I finally understood what must have been going though her mind.

The camera man grew more pissed off and screamed at her to get naked before he ripped her cloths off himself. A voice from the back spoke up; it came from one of the strippers, calming him down with the suggestion that she (my mother) might be more comfortable if she had a couple of drinks.

With that the little black stripper came forward and took my mother by her hand and pulled her off to one side. She handed a bottle to her, and to my surprise my mother took it and began to drink. As she did the stripper talked with her calming her down.

Just about the time the camera man was about to get violent, my mother stepped forward and said she was ready. The rather pissed off camera man, told her there was a change of plans. Her sons were to undress her.

With his instructions we first removed her nylons. As the camera's clicked, we undressed her until she was standing there between us totally nude. For all in the room it was just another day in the office, except for the fact that this model was a pure amateur. We stood and watched as she was posed in various positions. Props were brought in, and she was posed on top of a bed, a couch, a desk, and on top of a table. Each pose got more graphic.