Tweakers part 5

Tina needs a hit and is convinced to whore out her 16 year old daughter to get it.

Tina was 38 but looked 50, meth had hollowed her out fast. Sunken cheeks, scabs on her arms from picking at phantom bugs, teeth rotting black, hair thin and greasy. She'd been a decent mom once: PTA meetings, soccer practices for her daughter Riley (now 16), a waitressing job that paid the rent on their shitty trailer in the outskirts. Then the divorce hit, bills piled up, and a "friend" offered her a bump to "take the edge off." One hit became a daily ritual, then a full-blown addiction. The high made everything feel electric, especially sex.

Tina turned into a nympho overnight, blowing guys in bar bathrooms for shards, letting dealers run trains on her in the trailer while Riley was at school. But tolerance built quick. Soon one rock wasn't enough. She needed more, always needed more.

Riley was the opposite of her mom at first, quiet, good grades, a part-time job at the gas station, dreaming of community college. Long brown hair, slim figure, innocent eyes. She knew Mom was "sick" again, coming home spun, paranoid, ranting about bugs in the walls, but she didn't know the half of it. Until the night Tina's main dealer, Rico a wiry 30-something tweaker with gang tattoos and a constant hard-on from the meth, showed up at 2 AM banging on the door.

Tina answered in a stained tank top and panties, eyes glassy, already tweaking. "You got it?" she rasped, voice cracked from smoking.

Rico pushed inside, locking the door. "You owe me three weeks, bitch. Cash or pussy, your choice. But I'm done with just you. That little girl's been growing up nice."

Tina froze. For a split second, something flickered, old mom instinct. But the comedown was clawing at her brain, skin crawling, clit throbbing with that meth-fueled need. Withdrawal was hell: nausea, depression, suicidal thoughts. She couldn't face it. Not again.

Riley stirred in her tiny bedroom at the back, hearing voices. She cracked the door, peeking out. Rico spotted her immediately, a tight tank top, shorts riding up her thighs, sleepy confusion on her face.

"Bring her out here," Rico said, pulling out a fat baggie of shards. "One hit for each of you. Then she works off your debt. Simple."
Tina's hands shook. "She's... she's just a kid, Rico. Please—"

He laughed. "She's 16. Old enough. Plenty of cunts are younger when they start whoring for rock. Don't act holy now."

Riley stepped out, arms crossed. "Mom? What's going on?"

Tina looked at her daughter, really looked, and saw the way Rico's eyes devoured her. The meth voice in her head whispered: Just this once. One night. Free dope for a week. She'll understand later. It's survival.

" Baby," Tina said, voice trembling but forcing a smile, "come sit with us. Rico's got something that'll make everything feel... better. Like when I used to take you to the fair and you'd get all giggly."

Riley hesitated. "Mom, no. I don't want—"

Tina grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the couch. "Trust me, sweetie. Mom knows best. Just try a little. It'll help you relax."

Rico lit the pipe, held it to Tina's lips first. She inhaled deep, eyes rolling back as the rush hit, euphoria flooding her, pussy instantly wet and aching. She passed it to Riley. "Just one hit, baby girl. For Mommy."

Riley's eyes watered. She was scared, but she'd seen Mom like this before, begging, crying during crashes. She didn't want to lose her mom completely. She took the hit, coughing, then gasping as the meth slammed into her virgin system. Heat exploded everywhere: heart racing, skin buzzing, a sudden, shameful throb between her legs she'd never felt so intensely.

Rico grinned. "Good girl. Now strip. Both of you."

Tina obeyed instantly, peeling off her tank, small sagging tits exposed, nipples hard from the high. She tugged at Riley's shirt. "Come on, honey. Show him how pretty you are. It's just us family here."

Riley whimpered but the meth was working, disinhibition kicking in hard. She let her mom pull the shirt over her head, revealing perky B-cups, flat stomach, pink nipples. Shorts next, sliding down to show smooth, untouched pussy, already glistening from the drug's aphrodisiac effect.

Rico unzipped, thick cock springing free. "On your knees, both of you. Suck it like good whores."

Tina dropped first, greedy, taking him deep, gagging herself on purpose, drool stringing down her chin. "See, baby? Like this. Makes the high even better."

Riley knelt beside her, tears streaming, but the meth made resistance feel impossible. She leaned in, hesitant tongue flicking the tip. Rico grabbed her hair, forcing more in. "That's it, little slut. Mom's teaching you right."

Tina moaned around the cock, one hand reaching between Riley's thighs, rubbing her clit roughly. "Feel that, sweetie? So wet already. Mommy's gonna make it feel good."
The night blurred into depravity. Rico fucked Tina first, bent over the couch, ass up, pounding her raw while she begged for more. "Harder, fuck this meth whore, fill me up!"

Then he turned to Riley. Tina held her daughter's legs open, whispering filth: "It's okay, baby. Let him in. Mommy did it for years. You'll love it once you're spun."
Riley cried out as Rico pushed in, no condom, no gentleness—stretching her virgin cunt. Tina kissed her neck, fingering her clit to mix pain with forced pleasure.

"Shhh... take it like Mommy. Cum on his cock and he'll give us more rock."

Riley's body betrayed her, the meth turning every thrust into electric waves. She came hard, squirting around him, sobbing through the orgasm. Rico pulled out, sprayed across both their faces—, hick ropes landing on cheeks, lips, tongues.

By dawn, Riley was hooked. Tina shared the new bag, smoking with her daughter on the couch, cum still drying on their skin. "See? We're in this together now," Tina slurred. "My little meth girl. We'll work as a team. More guys tomorrow, more hits. Mommy loves you."

Riley stared blankly, high fading into shame, but craving already building. The innocent girl was gone. In her place: another desperate whore, pimped by her own mother for the next fix.

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