I'm Different Than You

My mother was as shapely and sexy as she was beautiful. Born with natural blonde hair and big, blue eyes, she was 5'10" tall, with D cup breasts. Tall for a woman back when she was young, she told everyone that she was a model. With her good looks, shapely body, and height, with no one doubting her, everyone believed that she was a model. Yet, the only modeling she ever did was stripping off her clothes while dancing around a pole.

At 5'9", I was the shrimp of the family. I probably would have been taller had my mother not smoked through her pregnancy. Perhaps, I would have been taller, had I not been born 7 weeks premature due to my mother's terrible diet that consisted of gin, vodka, and cigarettes instead of nutritious food and healthy water. When my mother wasn't drunk, she was out of her mind on drugs. Seemingly a rite of passage back then in the '80's, when she wasn't smoking weed, she was doing cocaine.

When not working as a stripper, she worked as a prostitute. She had my brothers to fall back on whenever someone got violent with her, refused to pay her, or when she was in a jam with her bookie or her pimp. Something out of Animal Kingdom with Ellen Barkin as Janine 'Smurf' Cody having incestuous sex with her sons, because my mother continued to have sex with my brothers, she had them all wrapped around her finger. With no questions asked and no complaints protested, as if they were her soldiers, they did whatever she asked them to do.

She had sex with all four of my brothers, long before I was even born. The sex between them continued for years. With my four brothers much older than me and with me an accident of birth, I've always suspected that one of my four brothers was my father. I don't think my mother would have kept me otherwise. She would have aborted me in the way that she aborted her other pregnancies. Even though it was out in the open with her having sex with my four brothers, incest was a topic that no one discussed or wanted to discuss.

Even though she was a drunk, a drug abuser, and a terrible eater, obviously having genetically superior genes, she always looked ten years younger than her age. Even when in her sixties, she looked as if she was in her late forties or early fifties. Especially by looking at her slim and shapely figure, something she maintained by eating less and drinking more, she still looked sexually appealing.

Later in life, she dyed her beautiful, blonde hair, shoe polish black to get away from her bookie and her pimp. She left town to live with my four brothers in Detroit. With me the outcast of my dysfunctional family, I've never met any of my sisters-in-laws or my nieces and nephews.

Sadly, and not fairly, it's as if my brothers blamed me for them sexually abusing me. No doubt, they didn't want their wives to know the emotional, physical, and sexual abusers that they were. Obviously, they didn't want their wives to know that they all gangraped me. Obviously, they didn't want their wives to know that they had sex with my mother for years. Obviously, they didn't want their children to know that their grandmother was a stripper, a prostitute, and an incestuous whore. No doubt, they didn't want their children to know that their daddies were leg breakers and murders who once worked for the mob.

Secrets. Everyone has secrets just as everyone has sexual fantasies along with a unique story to tell. Now that you know my story, let me ask you once again. What's your story? I'd really like to know.

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