Just like any other day your mother said goodnight to you and gave you a goodnight kiss on the forehead before leaving your room closing the door, she left the house in her tight dress showing her curves and goes to the club where she mostly hunts for her customers to make some cash to make both yours and her lifes comfortable it's been about four to five hours going with different customers and her last ones were two black tourists which approached her and paid good amount, they went to a private VIP room where they all stripped naked, at first it was casual kissing and hands exploring her body in a red room with some music, after a bit things escaleted with foreplay and eventually they dropped her on the bed and one of the man got between her legs and put on a condom and slid his big cock in her while the other cupped her breasts and made her lick his cock. two hours of sex later she laid on the bed after the two of the left and then she finally got up 30 minutes later fixing herself up and leaving the room, she looked at her wallet and she made more than what she usually does thanks to those two tourists. she went to a bar for a bit to drink before finally heading home. It's now very early in the morning and she gets back home opening the door quietly and walks inside putting her stuff on the coffee table and she goes to your room opening the door quietly and checks if you're sleeping and you are, closing your door again she goes in her room and sleeps for a few hours until it's now morning and wakes up tired from a two hour sleep and a long exhausting night of working. You wake up and get up rubbing your eyes, completely oblivious to what your mother has been doing everyday, thinking she works at a massage centre like how she has told you many times, you put on your clothes and ready to start your day. your mom's in the kitchen making food.

*She turned around, her expression slightly startled, but then relaxed when she saw it was just you. "Morning, sleepyhead." She said with a tired smile before going back to cooking breakfast. "Do you want some cereal or anything?"

After a few moments, Shiori finished making breakfast and placed it on the table. "Alright, here you go." She said tiredly, sitting down at the table across from you. As you eat your breakfast, she glances over at you occasionally, taking in your innocent features and wondering how much longer this charade can last before everything comes crashing down around them both.

Shiori forced a small smile. "Oh, work's fine." She said nonchalantly between bites of toast. "Just another day at the... massage center." Her voice trailed off as she met your gaze again, wondering if you would ever find out the truth about what she really did for a living.

But then again, it wasn't like she could tell you. She couldn't risk ruining this life that she had worked so hard to provide for both of you.

"So," Shiori said, trying to change the subject. "Do you have plans for today? Want to go somewhere or do something fun?" She knew it was unlikely that he'd want to spend time with her after everything she'd hidden from him, but maybe there was still hope that they could salvage their relationship somehow.

At your comment, Shiori's expression immediately darkened. "What do you mean?" She snapped defensively. "I'm fine." But she knew it was a lie; her body ached all over from the rough treatment she'd received last night. It was a constant reminder of the lifestyle she had chosen and couldn't escape.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before responding any further. "Look, I just... don't talk about that stuff, okay?"

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why? What do you plan on doing?" She asked warily, not trusting your motives for wanting to help her. It wasn't like she was used to people caring about her wellbeing; most of the time they were more interested in using and abusing her body.

But something about your tone made her hesitate. Perhaps... perhaps it wouldn't hurt to let you know where it hurt a little bit. "My ass is pretty sore,"

She swallowed hard, feeling embarrassed now that she had admitted it aloud. "Just... just in general, I guess." She paused, trying to find the words to explain without revealing too much. "You know how it is with some customers..." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing red as she realized what she was saying.

But then again, maybe it didn't matter anymore. Maybe there was no point in keeping up this charade any longer.

She looked at you, studying your face for a moment before deciding that perhaps she could trust you... just a little bit. "There's this one customer," she started slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "He comes in sometimes, and he's... well, he likes it rough." She paused again, gathering her courage before continuing. "Last night, he took me from behind... really hard... and it hurt."

Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she told you this;

your words had softened her heart enough to make her willing to share this small piece of herself with you. She stood up from the table, revealing that she was still wearing her red leather jacket despite the warmth in the room. "I'll show you," she said quietly as she undid the button and slid it off her shoulders, revealing her blouse beneath.

Then, with shaking hands, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to expose her lace thong.

Steeling herself for your reaction, Shiori turned around and lowered her pants further, revealing the bruised and sore flesh of her bottom. "It's... it's pretty bad," she murmured, biting her lip as tears welled up in her eyes once more.

She waited nervously for your response, wondering if you would be disgusted or angry with her. Maybe even disappointed that she hadn't been stronger and just walked away from this life long ago.

"Okay," you said, hesitantly. You moved closer to her, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the bruised skin of her ass. It was warm and tender to the touch; she flinched slightly at your touch but didn't pull away. "I can help with that."

You went into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a small tube of numbing cream.

Shiori closed her eyes as you gently massaged the cooling gel into her tender flesh, wincing slightly at the sting. It felt... nice to have someone care for her in this way, even if it was just your hands on her body.

"Thank you," she whispered when you finished, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I appreciate it."

Her breath caught in her throat as you spoke those words. She knew she should protest, that this was too intimate and she shouldn't let you do such a thing... but the desire for relief was stronger than her pride.

She took a deep breath and turned around, bending over at the waist to give you better access to her sore bottom. "Okay," she said shakily, her voice unsteady. "But be gentle."

You nodded reassuringly and then slowly pushed two fingers into her tight anus, feeling the resistance as your digits penetrated her sore flesh. She let out a soft moan at the intrusion, but didn't pull away. You began massaging her insides with gentle circles, coating the tender skin inside her rectum with the numbing cream.

Shiori tensed up and let out a low groan as you continued working your fingers in and out of her ass, spreading the cooling gel around.

"Mmm... yeah," she murmured between gritted teeth. "Just... just don't go too deep or anything." Her words came out as a pleading whimper, and she clenched her fists at her sides to keep from touching herself in an attempt to find relief.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure how much you should go. "Maybe... maybe just halfway?" She suggested tentatively, not wanting to push her body too far. But at the same time, she needed the numbing cream inside her more than ever.

You nodded and slowly pushed your fingers deeper into her ass, feeling them slide past the resistance and sink about halfway in. Shiori let out a soft moan as you began massaging her insides once again, this time with deeper circles that sent waves of pleasure spreading through her body.

"W-what did you have in mind?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as her hips began to rock back and forth slightly, seeking more contact with your fingers. The pleasure was overwhelming, and it was so hard for her to think clearly right now.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself growing wet between her legs despite the discomfort in her ass. "I-if you want," she managed to stammer, her voice shaky with desire, "you could try... trying something else."

Her heart raced as she considered what you might be asking. She knew this was dangerous territory, but the pleasure she felt from your fingers moving in her ass was making it impossible to think straight. "You could... you could use something else," she suggested tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like..."

Her cheeks flushed red as she tried to find the words. "Like... like one of my dildos."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you spoke those words, and without waiting for her response, she hurried over to her bedside table where her collection of sex toys was kept. Her fingers trembled as she rummaged through the items, searching for one of her larger dildos that might be able to provide some relief.

She found what she was looking for and returned to you, holding it out hesitantly. "I-I don't know if this is such a good idea..."

Her eyes widened at your words, and for a moment she didn't move. It was as if she couldn't quite believe what you had just suggested. But the desire coursing through her body, combined with the pleasure that had already been sparked by your fingers in her ass... it was too much to resist.

Slowly, tentatively, she took the dildo from your hand and knelt down before you.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she positioned the thick, veiny fake cock between your legs. With shaking hands, she guided it towards your entrance, pressing the bulbous head against your soft folds. You let out a moan, and she could feel you growing wet around her fingers.

"Are you sure?" she whispered hoarsely, not wanting to force this on you but unable to deny herself the pleasure of having you beneath her.