When I was way younger my Mamma would say to me, “Brenda!” I would reply, “Mamma, my name isn’t Brenda it is Harriett.” She would take a few more swigs of whiskey and say, “Brenda! Do you know what a man loves? A Whore! Men love them some whores. So you be the best whore you can be, you hear me girl?” Then she would go on and on about how when she was younger all the good looking guys would sniff around her for pussy. Married men, single men, didn’t matter, she would spread her legs for a few bucks and everyone was happy. It got to the point though where they didn’t want Mamma anymore, they wanted me and my sisters.
Most of my sisters said, “No.” I didn’t, I liked having money, I liked being taken out and getting drunk in the back of trucks, or on front porches. It was fun to me. This made me feel bad for my Mamma because she wasn’t getting the type of play she used to. Only a couple of the guys would come over for Mamma, and they were old as dirt. It was no wonder Mamma drank up before one of them would make their way over to our place.
The thing of it is, is that Mamma was right. The more slutty you acted, the more attention you received, the more money in your pocket. I loved it from the very start. Now I say the same thing to my girls, although I do manage to get their names correct … on occasion. I think they appreciate that little tidbit of advice, they seem to love it just as much as I did at their age. It makes me glad that when I get to be Mamma’s age that my girls will carry on the family of tradition of giving men what they love … whores.
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