My mother's personality

A mixture of eternal shame and desire that I felt for my mother.
She gave birth at 17. I don't know who my father is, I'm the result of one of my mother's quick one-night stands.
She had to start working soon, but I never felt like she worked hard or lacked for anything, because there was always someone by her side to help her financially. Obviously, the many guys she preyed on and screwed their heads over.
We lived here once, and there once, so it was all over the place, but my mother always said that they were just my mother's friends.
I wasn't stupid, I knew very well that my mother was fucked every day. The men came and went, and eventually we got a permanent apartment on the outskirts of the city, but our life still didn't change.

In high school, I was really bad at math and physics and the thought of failing was close. My mother was worried and wanted to do something to prevent her little son from repeating a grade. I didn't feel like pleading with the teacher, hoping my mother would succeed.
After classes, I waited for my mother in the car, she said she would talk to the teacher for a bit and then we could leave. At least half an hour had passed when I went in angrily and was about to open the door to the physics room when I heard the characteristic "glugluglu" throat sound that made me turn white. It was so humiliating to know later that I could only go on because my mother sucked my teacher, maybe even fucked him. And if you thought that couldn't get any worse, yes, there was.
The few friends I had, as it turned out, were mostly with me not because they were interested in me, but because of my mother, to be near her. They were crazy about her, they were crazy and they were always hard, and I could hear behind my back how they would fuck my mother, who often deliberately dressed like a whore at home. Let's say she was, but I would think that in front of my friends she would at least act differently.
When I turned 18, I got really drunk with my friends in our apartment. I had never been that drunk, but I felt good, until I went to the bathroom at night. As I passed by the living room, my friends took turns fucking my mother on the couch, who seemed to be having a good time and liked being the center of attention.
My heart broke in two, and my head also split. I felt hatred for all my "friends" and my mother, but I still had a hardness in my dick. I didn't stop them, but I hid and watched, and only went back to my room when everyone was tired.
After the incident, my friends came over to my house more and more often, but I couldn't tell them what I had seen or to stop because it would be suspicious. I knew very well that when I wasn't paying attention, at least they thought, my mother would either suck them off or fuck them.

Finally, the moment came when I got home early from my weekend student work and you could already hear the moans from the yard. 7 guys, 4 of them my boyfriend and 4 other older men in their 30s, were fucking my mother, who was enjoying herself while her holes were being filled.
I ran away from home to the nearby forest to cry. I decided to wait until the strangers left home and hold my mother accountable.
When I got home, my mother was trying to climb off the couch. Her body and face were swimming in cum. Her long black hair was stuck together.
She was surprised to see what I was doing here, he thought I would come later and started apologizing, then he made an excuse that he needed sex too.
For the first time in my life, I called her a whore. I thought she would be angry at the word, but there was no reaction, just a laugh as she commented on the erect cock in my pants. I told him to stop doing it because it was humiliating me. He came closer to me, kissed me, pulled down my zipper, and sucked me like no girl had ever done before. She lay down on the kitchen counter and spread her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy, which was dripping with cum from previous guys. That was the first and last time I fucked my mother.
I will never forget the words she whispered in my ear afterwards:" This is my body, my will, and you have no say in it! I love you very much, you know that, but sex is my life and I'm not giving up. If all your friends and acquaintances start fucking me, you won't have a word, even if half the city fucks me. Do you understand? You've now been given a unique opportunity to make up for it somewhat."

I lived at home with my mother for another 2 years and countless men came and went to our apartment at different times of the day. I was always afraid that I would run into someone I knew. Time passed and word spread that my mother was a nymphomaniac whore.
Finally, I moved to a new city and didn't see my mother for a long time. It's been 10 years since then. If I want to visit home, I always ask my mother first so that there are no "guests".