Child Abuse Story From Nic Part 1

by Nic
(USA)

My abuse started when my mom was 22 and I was 6. My Mom was an alcoholic and she couldn't take care of me, no more than she could take care of herself. I was shoved from one of her friends to the next, never knowing where I would spend the night. My real abuse took place when I was 10.

We just moved to a new town, and moved into an apartment. My mom got a job working nights at a mill, so she had me stay with a lady (Sharon) who lived next door to us. She was about my mom's age, and single. I would go to her apartment after school until bed time, and then take me to our apartment and put me to bed. I think Sharon was a beautician because she would always cut my hair and fix my mom's.

I was almost 11 when I came home from school one day and Sharon was to cut my hair, but this time she told me to take off my shirt and pants because my mom didn't what me to have hair all over them because I wore my school clothes two days in a row, so I did. When she finished cutting my hair she had me stand up in front of her and she took a small brush and brushed the hair off my body. When she was almost done she said, "Just look at your underpants, they are full of hair." She started brushing my underpants and said this isn't working, and pulled my underpants down to my ankles and had me slip out of them so she could shake them out.

The next time Sharon cut my hair, which was about 2 weeks later, she told me to take all my clothes off. That's when I noticed that Sharon was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and she did not have a bra on. I could see her breast when she would rise her arms up. I could not stop looking at them. When she finished cutting my hair she continued to brush the hair off my body, and then looked down at her t-shirt and said, "Just look at me, I have your hair all over my shirt." She pulled her shirt off, baring her breast in front of me. I just stared at her. She then said to me, "I bet you would like to touch them." She took my hands and placed them on her breast. She then took her hand and touched my penis and started playing with it, and told me that this is to be our little secret. This went on for about a year. Because we moved to a new town, I never told anyone about this.

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