Foreign Affairs

"We need to go there." she says and she points to a bar marked on a map on the back of the brochure.

"Mom, I don't think that's in a very nice neighbourhood."

"Well, we don't have a choice Bobby, can you get us there?"

"I suppose I can show this to a taxi and ask him to take us there."

"Good." my mom say abruptly "Let's go."

The taxi ride is awkward and quiet, when we get to the place it's in a hot, stinky, and dirty corner of Bangkok. Mom walks into the bar, all the patrons stare at us as we enter. She walks up to the bartender and say in a sheepish tone "Um..Mr. Somsak sent me, I'm..I'm the 'taw him'." I look at her in shock as she says it. She just told him that she was the 'new slut' in a bad Thai accent. The bartender laughs along with the other patrons, mom looks around at them and puts on a front of confidence. Did she know what that meant? I don't want to embarrass her any further so I keep quiet about it.

The bartender motions towards a man in the corner and says "Somsak, taw him." A couple of old drunks raise there glasses and cheer

"Taw him! Aaaay!" I grab my mother by the arm and whisper to her.

"I think we should leave."

"And go where?" I don't have time to answer before the man in the corner is dragging her away and I'm racing off behind them. We go up a flight of stairs in the back of the bar and into a hallway. The man pulling mom along notices me and stops me.

"He's with me." my mother tells him.

"Who is he?" he respond in fairly good English.

"He's my son..." She informs him with her head slung low.

"Son!? Ha!" his startled and amused response embarrasses us both, but he shrugs it off and continues on down the hallway. The sounds of sex resonate through the walls, low pitched groans and high pitched moans bounce off around in the hallway, barely muffled by the poor insulation. He opens one of the doors and inside is an older man and a pretty young Thai girl, not unlike the one my father ran off with. Both are half dressed and sweaty. The man barks at them in Thai and they rush out of the room smelling like sex.

"Your room." he says with a slight tone of sarcasm.

"But, there's only one bed, and no kitchen."

"You get food at the bar." the man says half ignoring us as he walks back down the hall. Mom and me both gingerly walk into our new home. Humid, sweaty and smelling of cum, we look at each other briefly but can't bare it too long so we both look away again.

"I'm tired mom, lets just go to bed and think about what to do in the morning."

"Agreed." mom says, she sounds as exhausted as I do.

"There's only one bed, should I sleep on the floor?"

"No way! This place is disgusting, you're not sleeping on the floor here, we'll just have to share the bed tonight."

I don't put up much of a protest, I just want to go to sleep. Mom goes into the bathroom and I get into my underwear and get in the bed, the sheets are damp and warm. The heat of the two bodies that just had sex in this bed is still trapped between the sheets, as well as some fluids I'd rather not think about.

Mom comes out of the bathroom in her bra and panties, I see her legs, those legs I fantasized about in the bathroom of the bathhouse. Her pink little panties, I can just barely make out a slight camel toe, her pussy looks small and puffy from what I could see. Her ample breasts look like they are ready to pop out of her bra in protest of being hidden behind her brazier. She climbs into bed next to me and I feel her warm legs brush up against me slightly as she gets under the sheets. I get hard thinking about me and mom being in this bed together almost naked. Knowing what usually goes on in here, I can't help but feel aroused by the situation. It's not helped by the noises going on all around us, creaking bed frames and hard pounding above us. Headrests rhythmically slamming against the walls. The sound of flesh slapping together and voices expressing sexual pleasure in every room, it's a long night. I want to touch myself so badly but I'm afraid mom will know so I just lie awake listening to the sounds all through the night, I've never felt so frustrated before in my life.

I wake up groggy to the same soundtrack I went to sleep with, As I wipe the sleep from my eyes I turn and notice moms not in bed. I wonder where she is but before I can think about it too much I start to notice the sounds of sex are clearer than last night, they seem closer. I can hear flesh slapping together and breathy moans. My attention turns to my throbbing erection, I went to bed with one last night and woke up with one this morning. I'm desperate for satisfaction and mom is not in the room so I take the rare opportunity to please myself by the balls, if you will. I close my eyes and focus on the noises and try to paint a mental image of whats happening in my head. I imagine a woman bent over and a nice round soft butt, a white one. Nothing against Thai women but I just miss home. It's jiggling with each smack as a big cock thrusts into her pussy. I start moaning in time with the woman on the other side of the wall as I get more and more into it. Her moaning gets louder, it's so clear I can hear her breath. She's obviously close to orgasm and soon I hear her let out a high pitched squeak for a second and then it cut's off. It's the sort of squeal that's so intense no sound even comes out. Followed by a low groan of satisfaction. I try and think of her lips as her moan blows past them. Full and luscious painted with glossy wet lipstick.

"My turn." A Thai man says and I can hear two bodies shuffling around, I hear a muffled groan of protest followed by a long retching sound. The slapping noises continue, but they sound wetter this time, squishy almost and each slap is accompanied by a gag. It's the sound of somebody face fucking somebody else, hard and inconsiderately. The wet slapping and gagging continue without pause or hesitation and I find myself imagining the face of the woman. Mascara running down her cheeks as a big cock slides in and out of her throat and between her lips and a pair of balls smacking against her chin, dripping with spit. As I get close and closer to the big finale I realize that what I'm hearing is likely something my mother has had, or will have to do at some point. The thought almost ruins the moment but I try and push it out of my mind as quickly as possible. One last *Slap!* followed by another long retching sound. I can guess the man is coming inside her throat right now... and so am I, at least, in my head I am. Just as I reach my climax that thought returns and the ruined face of the woman being mouth fucked in my fantasy is replace with my own mothers. I cum hard all over my belly. I let out a long sigh and am left feeling satisfied but ultimately guilty and depressed.

Just then the bathroom door swings open and the same man that led us into the room last night walks out zipping up his pants. I quickly cover myself up before he notices me and I see my mother walking out of the bathroom behind him. It doesn't take me long to realize the noises I was hearing were my own mothers. I feel a sinking feeling in my gut as I watch her wipe a copious amount of saliva off her chin.

"Bobby!" she says, startled to see me awake "How long have you been up for?" she tries to ask nonchalantly.

"I just woke up" I lie "What were you doing in there?" I think I can guess the answer.

"Oh, uh, w-we were just-"

"Fucking" The man says as he leans over and places 1000 baht on the night table.

"1000! but I-I let you-" She stops herself and looks over her shoulder at me.

"Employee discount, you're supposed to be working salary anyways." and he walks out of the room and shuts the door behind him.

She sits down on the bed next to me and it's silent for a moment.

"Did you really have sex with him mom?" I ask as gently as I can.

"...Yes." She responds "Did you really just wake up?"

"... No." I say, matching her honesty with my own.

"How much did you hear?"

"...Everything." I admit dejectedly.

"I'm sorry bobby."

"No mom, I'm sorry, we wouldn't be in this mess if hadn't made trouble at the bath house."

"No bobby, we wouldn't be in this mess if your father didn't leave us in the gutter like he did. You were just looking out for your mother, it's what any son would do." she places her hand on my cheek and looks at me sweetly and I return the gaze. She leans in to give me a kiss on the forehead. I think about what I just heard her do with that dirty Thai bouncer but I don't want it to ruin the moment so I just close my eyes and let her. As soon as she isn't looking I wipe her kiss away.

We both decide to go down to the bar and get something to eat. When we get there we see Mr. Somsak talking with the bartender. He notices us and asks bluntly;

"What are you doing?"

"We're hungry, we were going to ask for some food." Mom says.

"No! You work first, get food after." Some of the patrons in the back start jeering at my mother.

"Work here! Work here!" one yells as he grabs his crotch and the others laugh. An older man, maybe in his late fifties walks up to Mr. Somsak. He's wearing dirty stained clothes and old worn out sandals, clearly a life long barfly.

"She work here? He asks and Somsak responds in thai.

"How much?"

"Suck or fuck?" Mr. Somsak asks. This conversation is a nightmare to watch take place.

"Fuck" he answers.

"5000" baht Mr. Somsak tells him, the price of my mothers dignity. They start arguing in thai and the price keeps going lower and lower. 4750 then 4500 then 4400. Watching these wretched old bastards haggle over the cost of fucking my mother is twisting me up inside. I want to kill them both but I know I'm just going to get us into more trouble like I did last time. The old man waves his hands and starts to walk away before Mr. Somsaks final offer of 4350. That's 130 dollars American, I just watched my mother get sold for 130 dollars. And the difference that the old man was willing to walk away from the deal? One dollar and fifty cents. My mother wasn't worth an extra dollar and fifty cents to this grimy old man. You know what I would pay to have sex with her? What I would give to have what this geezer and all these other men have paid pennies for? I hate to admit it but I'm jealous, I'm seethingly jealous of this old man. And of Mr. Somsak and the jerk bouncer too, they've all had what I can only fantasize about.

Mom and me look at each other before Mr. Somsak starts shooing them off together. I watch them walk away upstairs. I want to be him right now, I want to be the one walking up those stairs with her, I want to be the one doing the things that are about to be done to her. I want to save her.

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I look at my sons face, we're both in shock at what just happened. Neither of us could really process the conversation we were watching. I feel bad for bobby, having to just stand there and watch as two men barter the price of his mother in front of him. And now he has to just stand there and watch as we walk away upstairs together. I start to feel worse for myself though as I turn to look at the old man that just...'bought' me. I think about what I'm going to have to do with him. He's skinny and frail, and a little drunk.

We go into my room together and he starts undressing, He's wearing tightey whiteys, old and stained yellow in the front. I think I've seen enough and start to walk into the bathroom to get undressed but he stops me.

"No, here, here." He repeats. I think he wants me to undress in front of him. Mt suspicions are confirmed as he starts to take off my blouse. I oblige him though it makes me feel sick to be leered at by this old man. He pulls his pants down and I see a sizable half hard penis and a very saggy sweat ballsack. With his shirt still on and his underwear around his ankles he starts to touch himself as he watches me take my pants off. Soon I'm completely naked in front of him, trying to cover myself with my hands but he grunts angrily and moves them away. He's still touching himself but he hasn't grown any harder.

He's old and drunk, there's a good chance he's impotent, maybe I wont have to have sex with him after all. I feel like a piece of meat on display standing there as he touches himself to me so I go sit on the bed. He takes out a bottle of pills from his pants on the floor and takes one, I see it labelled Viagra on the side, there goes my hopes of him not being able to preform. He shuffles over to me, grabs me by the shoulders and forcibly kisses me. I try and resist a little but he pushes his tongue into my mouth. His breath stinks, mainly of booze and cigarettes and I can feel his two day old stubble prickling my skin. This is worse than when that man had sex with my mouth in the bathroom...at least he was cute.

He stands up in front of me and his now fairly sizable erection is staring me right in the face.

"Open!" he says as he pushes the head of his cock into my lips. I'm so used to this by now I just do it without thinking. Next thing i know he's in my mouth and I'm sucking him off. I quickly remember that he didn't pay for a blowjob, I could say no but I start to come up with a scheme. If I can make him cum with my mouth then maybe he wont stay hard enough have sex with my pussy. Old men aren't known for their stamina after all so I start to go to town on this old mans dick. More so than I have with anybody else, not even Bobbies father, I'm desperate not to have to have sex with him. I suck and lick and twist and bob back and forth on his shaft. I even massage his balls though it's like holding droopy silly putty in my hands as his sagging skin drips between my fingers. He lets out a moan and starts to pull away but I don't let him. He backs away from the bed and I fall down onto my knees in front of it and start sucking with even more vigor than before. I put my hands on his hips t keep him from backing away more so he puts his hands on my head and tries to pull it away. I push my head forward just as hard as he's pushing it away and pull his hips towards me to counter him pulling them away. My fingers sink into his loose skin.

His hands slip off and my head juts forward violently, my face smack against his sweaty belly and his entire cock slides quickly into my mouth and down my throat. I can feel the head of his dick bulge in my neck and a hard blast of warm seed shoot into it. I try not to swallow it but it's too deep, I immediately pull my head back and feel a second load splash on my tongue and the roof of my mouth before a third and fourth hit me in the face. Some of it gets in my eyes and I wince, I wipe it out and try to open them. My vision is blurry but starts to clear and his cock comes into focus. I expect to see a quickly softening penis after what I just did to it but it looks even harder now than it did before it went into my mouth!

"I no pay for that!" the old man says angrily before putting a condom on and pushing my down onto the bed by my shoulders and climbing on top of me. I can't believe I just did that and it was for nothing. I just gave this man the best blowjob of my entire life for free. He starts to spread my legs apart with his as he lies on top of me. I can feels his throbbing erection pressing up against my sex. He lets out a frail whine as he thrust himself inside of me. He's not strong enough to lift himself off of me so his sweaty loose skin slide around on my own as he humps my pussy. I shudder every time I feel his large old wrinkly cock fill me. He french kisses my mouth occasionally, I'm not resisting at all anymore, I just lie there with my hands at the side and let him do what he wants with my body. He thrust especially deep inside me and stays there. I feel the first throb, 'thank god he has a condom on' I think to myself. He kisses me but soon the orgasm overtakes him and he just starts drooling into my mouth as he cums into my pussy. I turn my head to break the kiss so he starts kissing my neck instead. It makes my skin crawl.

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I'm sitting at the bar twiddling my thumbs when Mr. Somsak walks up to me

"You! What are you doing!"

"I'm...waiting." I tell him.

"No! you work too just like your mother!"

"My mothers works for salary, I should get paid as well!" I demand he nods

"Fine. Fne." and grabs me by the collar to drag me upstairs. One of the doors in the hallway opens and the old man my mother went upstairs with walks out.

"Look! He done with your mother, you clean room." he says without any tact or sympathy. We walk into the room and my mother in sitting in the bed looking somewhat forlorn. Mt. Somsak rushes over to the bed and rips the blankets right off it leaving my mother completely exposed and I see her full figure. Her nipples like erect flags atop two mountains of flesh, her skin beading with sweat dripping down her body and her thighs, spread wide for a moment before they snap shut.

"Oh my god!" Mom shrieks as she jumps out of the bed to try and cover herself. Mr. Somsak throws the sheets and everything at me, they hit me right in my head and the soaking wet spot slathers my face with their sex juices as it drapes over me. I quickly throw them off to see my mother running around the bed and into the bathroom for some privacy. The condom still inside of her starts to slip out with every step she takes as she bounds into the bathroom until it finally falls free from her pussy and makes a wet plop onto the ground.

"Clean that up!" Somsak yells as he points to the condom and the pool of jizz oozing out of it onto the floor.

"You have another client" he tells my mother, barging into the bathroom and dragging her out into the hall in the nude. Pretty quickly I start to hear the same slapping sounds I heard this morning in the room next door as my mother pleasure her next client. Or rather the next client pleasures himself with my mother. I have to listen to that as I clean up the jizz spilt from her previous client.

The weeks pass in a similar fashion, my mother being used by all manner of filth and scum and me often having to clean up the mess left over afterwards. Mom and I have been saving up counting the days until we get to go home again. The situation seems to be taking its toll on mom. She's lethargic and out of it most of the time, she seems off somehow. I notice her talking with that Thai bouncer she had sex with in the bathroom more and more often. He's the biggest asshole in the place, even more so than Mr. Somsak. He brags all the time about how great my moms pussy is and how she sucks his dick all the time. He throws his dirty laundry at me and tells me to clean it up. Spills drink in front of me and makes me wipe it off the floor while he hits on my mom, sometimes touching her. I ask her if any of it is true and she swears up and down she only ever had sex with him that once. Even that though is enough to twist my guts into knots, especially knowing that he made her cum.

One day I'm downstairs cleaning the tables and I see my mom and the bouncer go into the public washroom together hand in hand. I look around to see if anybody is paying attention, the bar is fairly empty tonight and the bartender has fallen asleep with his hat pulled down over his eyes. Mr. Somsak is up in his office, probably counting a stack of money my mother earned for him or something. I creep over to the bathroom and open the door a crack. I see my mom in front of that asshole bouncer hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties down.

The last time he tried to fuck my mom Mr. Somsak yelled at him, something about her pussy being 'for paying customers only' he obviously wasn't a paying customer so...so this must be rape! I'm not going to stand idly by this time, not while some jerk rapes my mom. I'm about to burst through the door when I her lean in and kiss him. Not the other way around, she leaned in and kissed him. Why would she do that if this was rape? I stop myself and watch some more. She puts her hands onto the sink behind her and hops up into it then she lifts her thighs up into the air and bends her legs so her pussy is being presented to him at crotch level. He rushes to drop his pants around his ankles, his cock is huge, at least 8 inches and thick too. I can't help but wonder if that's why she came when she had sex with him that one time in the bathroom. He slides the shaft into my mothers pussy, it disappears between her thighs. He starts thrusting unceremoniously into her pussy, deep and hard thrusts, each one causes my mother to shake and shudder. I can see her knuckles turning white as she grips the porcelain counter top and her toes curl and wriggle in her flip flops while he pounds her pussy into mush. He grabs her by the hair and pulls on it hard, my mother head arches back and he slaps her in the face then spits on it for good measure.