On,off,on,off Mother Son relationship Part 1

Fake stories sound like porn movies. Real incest is too long to read. Trying to use my real life experience and meet in the middle.

Mainly a true story.

I combined what was actual different moments into one for the sake of pace. Lasting incest relationships are slow and exclusively mutual even if manipulated. Sure alcohol and drug use is 90% of how reported incest incidents begin.But Inhibitions have to be compromised, luck, environment and will. If you are looking for porn dialogue and pace then look at the next story in queue. On and off relationship with different dynamics each time. I will use her as a dumpster and I will molest and rape her eventually during a darker period of our relationship. But today as I type my mother lives alone now and I have can go over to her house when having a tough time and get laid if I asked or pushed the topic.

How it started.

Around my 5th grade of school, or 10 years old let’s say was when my mother and I moved suddenly moved from Ohio to Arizona. Suddenly as in she told me one day during summer break and we were on the road 3 days later, running away from her current crappy boyfriend all the way to 4 states over to a one room apartment and a shoddy promise of a job. Single parent and single child moving away from family on the hopes of better opportunities.

The basement was a giant room with a toilet and sink in the corner. Our bed was actually a decent sectional couch we slept in every night for the first few months and I don’t recall either of us complaining of a bad nights sleep from it. We had a TV and was able to get a Cable box from our upstairs landlords and enjoyed the HBO/SHOW/MAX as much as we could. No money to do anything, or to buy much of anything that could entertain us back in the 1990’s so yes we watched a lot of TV and luckily we enjoyed watching them together. My mother was very good at being a sweet loving mother and she was fun to be around.

Saturdays we watched a movie and I fell asleep first as usual and the TV usually stayed on quietly for a couple hours if Mom was watching something or if she had a TV timer set to turn off. Actually that was normal every night and that is why the lights being on when I woke up briefly didn’t bother me this one particular Saturday. I recall seeing a Skin-max special on mute and a topless girl having sex in a soft core late night movie. Movement caught my attention and I could make out with the light of the TV that my Mother’s knee was sticking out uncovered from her blanket and her arm reaching down between her legs, right to where I saw the movement. It lasted awhile longer, her breath changing and then suddenly it was over.She got up to use the toilet and I was pretending to wake up when she returned only to be hugged or shushed back to sleep as I think nothing more of what I witnessed other than an observation.

Next day was normal and I fell asleep near 9pm while mom watched a show she liked. I did wake up at a time I don’t recall and saw mom’s hands doing it again, and not sure what it was and just out of curiosity I spoke softly and asked mom “What are you doing?”

She stopped and looked up towards my head, smiled and said I startled her and asked me if I was okay.
I said “yeah but what were you doing?”

She told me nothing just something that relaxes her and helps her sleep, and we can talk about it some other time. She then crawled over, gave me a kiss on the head, hugged me and I fell asleep.

Few days later being naive but instinctively drawn to what she did I asked her after she got home from work why doesn’t she do the relaxing thing during the day or before bed. She laughed it off and said it’s not really something people do when others are around but begged me to forget about it and she was sorry I saw it. But 10 yr old me was starting puberty, I was curious and liked the feeling in my stomach I got when I saw her do it again.

Following weekend I pressed again and asked her to show me so I can sleep good too. She was annoyed I said something and gave me the mom look and I said no more. That is until later she asked me if I have been having feelings down there. I think she realized my age and understood where I was and that I had nobody to talk to because she confidently asked me about sex/masturbation and body changes. Something to note about my mom was that she was everybody’s best/favorite friend or co-worker if you go back and ask anyone. So it was easy to open up, always has been with her. She asked if I touch myself and I admitted do but to no real purpose except it feels good to tickle or pull on my penis. She tried to ask if I orgasm and after explaining what it was, we came to the conclusion I have yet to experience such. She raved about how it can change your day, change your mood and save a life she said with a chuckle. I remember saying the words

“How do I orgasm?”

Mom gave me instructions by describing what I should and said try it under the covers. I did and although I did not achieve orgasm I was close and I tasted enough to know I will try again asap. I do not know if Mom masturbated while I was the first night but I like to think she did.

Next night I asked her if I could, and she said yeah and seemed very impressed I asked. I have a Core memory of the look in her face at the moment I asked.

Under the comforter I began with the intent of getting an orgasm. While rubbing my penis she asked me if it would bother me if she rubbed herself too under her own blankets and I nodded with a “yes”

We did this a dozen times while becoming more confident with the justification that this was perfectly fine. It didn’t take long for us to relax and not hide everything from the neck down in our blankets. We eventually sat up and then next to each other while modestly covering our privates.Eventually our ankles and foot would touch during our sessions.
Each dancing in spasms as we came in our own time. I used to focus on her toes and could tell when she was close and made sure to respectfully not distract her with my own orgasm. The objective was orgasm and release and we supported each other.

I did not lust towards my mother and you can say in the beginning our routine was no different than 2 young children with a ritual of discovery next to each other. She even warned me of fluid I would be producing when I climaxed and it would make the feeling better for me. I would need a towel or something to catch my “cum” in as she would casually call it.

Before the school year started neither of us had blankets on when we masturbated together and it was a Ritual we enjoyed but would soon end. Mom and I did this till she got a BF and we moved in with him just before Thanksgiving that same year. She explained why we had to stop and that it’s our secret to keep and encouraged me to come to her for anything related.

She married that guy. Name was Dave and he was a good guy who never called off of work, always stayed busy and had a machine like work ethic. He married up and even though quiet and non confrontational was his personality, I always got along with him.

The next year I spent sticking my penis in anything that would feel good. I was hooked and now had tits and ass slowly invading my daily thoughts. I was always thrusting my penis between the couch cushions releasing my sperm into my hand or a towel. I could not get enough and quickly joined the ranks of many children as a chronic masturbation artist.

I heard them have sex at night occasionally. It may have happen more than I realized but it was so quick and quiet I could have missed majority of their love making moments and not realized it. Always a similar timeline of noises. Faint moans from mom for a minute or 2 followed by harder sex for a few seconds, next I hear my step dad getting up,the sound of a nightstand draw opening, then buzzing sounds followed by brief moans from mom. All lasted 2-5 minutes at best and I always jerked off if I heard it. So Yeah typical horny kid.

During Junior High my mom became depressed. Being away from everybody she ever knew and living in a boring small southwestern town during the 90s caught up to her.

My Step father although being an amazing hard working honest man, he was quiet and always played it safe. He would also leave the house for weeks at a time to travel for work. It wasn’t normal for him but his company was opening a new office in Malaysia and he was scheduled 3 weeks gone and 1 week home for almost for the entire project which was estimated 18-24 months. During that time my step dad took a smaller room upstairs as his bedroom since his sleep schedule was too important to ruin and kept his sleep schedule in lined with work which was 11 hours ahead of home time. Jet lagged management he called it.

Shortly before he started the new project my Mother was prescribed anxiety/sleeping pills that many people favor and enjoy and just like many it became a nightly habit. She was full functional loving supporting mom during the day,and after 6pm or maybe later depending what she did that day she would become clumsy,sloppy,and messy from the pills. I was always cleaning up after her. I recall once having to wake her up 30 times in 60 seconds so she would continue to turn over or lift her body up while I adjusted her for a better sleep or to clean a spilled drink or similar rinse and repeat. Usually all of this was my job and mom did better when my step dad was home. She would either make sure she was in bed before she popped her pills or did better at maintaining composure by taking less or making sure not to combo it with a half glass of wine she occasionally drank which usually sank her deeper into sleep. Or it could be because she was better and 110% during the day and my step father just didn’t see her addiction.

Mom gained a few pounds during this and didn’t buy new clothes. She didn’t need to, she went from skinny to filling out her pajama bottoms without buying new ones. However she started wearing boxer shorts she bought my step dad but he never liked nor wore. I commented on them initially and she said he PJs are tight around her legs. She also wore tank tops at home because she has always be active and she did as far back as I remember. She had A-cups and I don’t recall seeing her breast or nipples growing up. But now that she gained 15-20lbs her tits grew 3 sizes and her bra-less usual attire wasn’t aligned to a modesty standpoint. I surely noticed and was noticing a LOT of things.

I caught her in many positions passed out. I saw her breast and nipples hanging out and have respectfully covered them or adjusted her shirt to do so as well. I have seen her boxer shorts she adopted all twisted exposing her labia and pubic hair as if she roughly tried to shift but without picking herself up. All of this had no sexual intent but only concern towards her and I remember being embarrassed for her to see this drastic change from her during the day versus the night.

Mom noticed my helpfulness too. She may not remember during her dazes but she knows what her situation was when she started and how she woke up. She saw fresh scrubbed spots on carpet or noticed different blankets on her cause I had the ones she went to sleep with in the laundry because of a spill. She slept most of the time on a couch versus her bed in the beginning. The Cable box being the ambassador of entertainment in my house during the 90’s was stationed in Family Room which was downstairs along with my bedroom, another spare room and a full bathroom that I claimed.

Popping pills while watching TV and passing out was Mom’s usual intent when evening arrived. I had video games myself but spent most of my wake hours at home in the family room when I didn’t have school or a planned meeting with friends. I always enjoyed the mom time I get before her nightly “change”.

Mom asked me one night while her pills slowly took over her body, she asked if I ever had any questions about my body or changes or anything like we used to talk about on the basement couch we lived in for a few months.
I being caught off guard tried to act like I didn’t remember when a drugged up mom took as if I didn’t understand her words and she said it again with more detail. Something like,
“you remember when would watch TV and relax ourselves together down there”
” yes you do sweetie, how can you forget that?” she said almost drunkenly.

I said yes I remember and I don’t have questions and changed the subject and asked her is she needs something. More of an intent to leave and go to the kitchen to break my awkwardness. She seemed focused on the TV and smiled and said she enjoyed our time back then and could use some “relax” right about now.

I pretended to not hear her as I hurried upstairs for escape in disguise of a snack in the kitchen. I did come back down more than 5 mins later and mom was in the same spot as I left her but her hands inside are deep inside her shorts and she is passed out leaning up against the side of the oversized/over fluffed arm chair she was in before I darted away. I covered her and pulled from her arm to remove her hand from her boxer shorts which snagged on her silk boxer shorts. I pulled again to no luck and used my other hand to help free her ring, floating through her pubic hair as I assisted in the release of the snag that eventually pulled free with an audible “Pop”.

I looked up at mom and saw absolutely no reaction to the noise or even the sudden jerking of her body. I waited a second more and began to cover her up before turning in for the night. Masturbating of course but I would have anyway with or without these images in my head. But this time I was thinking of what I should have or could have done. Replaying myself touching her vagina and exploring, while groping and probing her body. I came very hard with my thoughts and understood the power of imagination and taboo, and I claim that day as my sexual identity birthday.

Very next night I hid in my room after we ate take out food that she brought home. I cleaned up the mess after and took the trash out. Told mom after I came in I was playing video games and let me know if she needs anything.

Around 9:30 I came out of my room to mom on the sofa covered up, laying on her side but face towards the back cushions. I lift the blanket off of her and rest it on the back of the sofa intending to allow seconds between explorations to access chances of her waking up. I know even if she did I would be able to explain away anything she noticed, even if she did notice anything at all. With confidence high and tingling in my chest and stomach I move her shorts to show me her ass and allow the TV light to showcase the sight. Her back towards the light source should have discouraged me but offered safety from her eyes which was a needed trade off this first time of exploring my mother’s body. I start with fingers gliding on her butt and going deeper between the crack which each lap. No movement at all when I quickly decide to push my fingers into the dark and hairy mounds where her ass meets her legs. I push with force and probe farther and harder while staring at her body for signs of awakening. I knelt on my knees, cock rock hard and smashing the head into the side of the couch for minimal pleasure. I reach down and grab the head out of instinct and felt this electrical sensation from my taint to the tip of my penis and ejaculated right into my hand. I squeezed and heard my cum pool in my hand with each pulse as I lightly squeeze a handful of my moms ass and pussy.

I stood up and covered mom with my non cum hand and went to my room. Guilt and embarrassment flooding in as I find anything to wipe this excessively large amount of cum out of my hand. This is common anyway but how I achieved orgasm is what bothered me this time. That is until my adrenaline dropped and I fell asleep quickly.

I woke shortly after to the sound of a thud and a voice in the family room. I went out there to find her in the arm chair hunched forward between her legs with her arms dangling down and large water bottle on its side inches from her feet. I ran to pick up the water bottle to find it closed and I let out a sigh of relief. I tap on mom and get no stir and decide to slowly raise her body up so she can lean back into the chair. She slightly woke up enough to finish moving herself and leans back while moving her hips forward as to slide down the chair. Her shirt catches and drag it up past her stomach and under her breasts, the tightness showcasing the bigger size and shape she now supports in a erotic pose. Yet the best part being her boxer shorts riding up her labia and crack and tightening into a bunged up string exposing so much of my mother to my eyes. Now if she was awake she would moan a small amount of pain by how forcefully her twisted up boxer shorts where pulling on one side of her labia but that threshold of pain changes when self sedated.

“Mom” was said several times and each louder than before by me in quick succession before the lump in my throat grew and I decided to finger my mother so more.

One side of her lips were being spread and exposing the vagina to me in a way I’ve never seen before and I tried to push my middle finger inside her. I was able to get inside a small bit before i met resistance. Not knowing dryness was the cause I tried pushing harder while looking at mom for a reaction. When none came I focused back on pushing my finger in and out the inch of room I found success with. I let my penis pop out of the whole in the front of my briefs minutes before that but just now looked down and saw a string of what looked like saliva attached to the tip and dripping to the carpet. Yes it was pre-cum and it was flowing. I reached down gathered enough clear liquid to coat my finger and began to replace it with the other finger currently at the entrance of my mother’s fire hot pussy. The finger did slide in deeper and I took my chances with increased speed of penetration that caused no stir from my mother’s body.

I did get bored quickly when I saw no reaction of her from my finger despite not wanting a reaction from her I still wanted to make her moan like I remember her doing when she touched herself. So I decided to risk rubbing my cock on her skin. I started with the leg since it was easiest and closest. Her knee was bent and I tried pushing between her thighs to no luck on entry but mild satisfaction from trying. I did grab her hand and rest it on the arm of the chair and slowly laid my cock in her hand. Even making her grasp my shaft and moving her hand up and down 1/4 inch at most for fear of waking her.

Finally finishing off with minimal tugging of my cock when I went in for the breast. I grabbed a handful and came within seconds. So much build up and butterflies I don’t need much help cumming but feeling nipples between my fingers the first time was enough to take what little physical rubbing I was doing and take it over the edge. I found my hips thrusting with each pump as I squeeze the head of my cock again in hopes of no mess. I was producing more cum than I ever have and I remember feeling proud of the amount as I struggle to wipe it clean from my palm.

I was able to do this to her for a few days without changing much other than I would have her jerk me off harder by controlling her wrists but still too scared to do it to orgasm, also I pushed the tip of my cock around her slightly opened mouth gently but the angles where never favorable for more. But it ended a few days later when my step-father came home for a week and I had to wait.

The first Friday after he left to fly back around the world I decided to coax mom into having fun. I suggested a few things and she decided on renting some movies, and take out. I would have agreed to anything, I really didn’t care I just enjoy my mom and she was a great mom and he nighttime addiction took her away from me a lot of times.

We get back early evening and went to the family room for what was talked about to be the start of the “1st” movie of the night. She changed her clothes and grabbed us sodas for our food and we met in the family room to begin. I put the movie into the VCR and we had a good 90 or so minutes before the end.

After we cleaned up and I noticed it was past 8pm and I knew mom would be ready to take her medication and maybe one glass of wine as a topper just to be a zombie for the next 10 hours. We relaxed for the 2nd movie and before it began I spoke up and shyly asked her if she remembered about what we used to do together back in the basement.

“I remember having so much fun and I was relaxed more than I ever was” was what she said as I recall vividly.

We had silence for a minute and I asked her straight up if I got a blanket would she mind if I did what I used to do while I was out here and I avoided the actual words in hope she would understand and by not mentioning “masturbation” out loud would somehow exonerate me from repercussions if she was upset by my request.

” I don’t care what you do. I trust you and I appreciate you feeling safe enough around me to be do that.”

I knew she would say something similar or non humiliating at least and we would have no issues if this failed. She was all American progressive mom by day and a drugged out stupor at night but I can’t stress how good she was too me when I was younger, she was epic.

She was in the chair when I left and was on the Sofa when I returned. We also has a 3 seat couch that was usually the 3rd best option for seating unless TV was not your focus. So I went to the chair and she said she stopped me and said she thought I would sit next to her and that’s why she moved to the sofa.
I acted impartial to the change and with huge bed comforter in tow, I sat down next to mom. Now I exposed just my neck in more of preparation for later but she commented she wasn’t ready.

“Ready?” I remember saying.

She said she wanted to too and “no big deal, right?”

Yeah mom, I thought. No big deal is right and after some back and forth jokes and her testing my knowledge Ive learned in the last few years about sex and slang we eventually became quiet and we both were rubbing ourselves as we liked best while staring ahead at a movie that didn’t fit the mood but we somehow saw through it and continued.

Mom finished first and she was more verbal, and had more body movements than I remember he having years ago when she came. I however was having a hard time. As hot as this was I didn’t remember something to cum into and tried to play it off at the end cause I didn’t want to ruin the moment but she knew better and immediately asked where I came into. She was curious more than skeptical but either way I admitted I haven’t finished cause I forgot and after the questioning I lost my erection. She went to get up and almost lost her balance and had to catch herself as well as me jumping up to help. Looks like she did take her pills and they are starting to kick in. Mom sat down but in the arm chair and I went to go get a towel as she insisted. Now I has no intention of following through but she was starting to get loopy and she didn’t like me being left out even though she forgot what exactly I was left out of as she admitted shortly after while asking me to remind her what she was supposed to get for me.

After a couple minutes of her eyes dropping I decided to double check and make sure the doors where locked, thermostat set to nighttime and lights off before returning to mom who was clearly passed out.

While she just fell asleep I moved her and adjusted her so I would be able to spread her legs as her back droops down the back of the chair and exposes her spread legs to me again. Ive done this once before when I tried replicating this same position to success couple weeks back. This time when I removed her blanket I found her in a shirt an nothing else! She must have taken them off to masturbate and didn’t put back on I concluded after noticing her shorts nicely folded on the side of the sofa arm. The view I had was amazing! I haven’t turned the lamps off yet and in front of me in perfect amounts of protruding labia and short pubic hair spread very wide for me to study and hopefully poke.

She was wet down there and had a strong but inviting smell that was faint on my fingers from previous encounters but not as wonderful and intoxicating as this. I covered her up and shut off the lamps afraid she would awake easier this soon to her dosing.

She did not move of 17 minutes before I decided I had enough torture and I pulled her blanket off and knelt down on both knees in front of her. I reached out and rubbed her labia lightly while carefully monitoring her body and face for reaction. I pointed lower with my finger and with the most effortless motion I pushed forward until all my knuckles where pressing up against her meaty sloppy lips, almost impossible to distinguished where my hand ended and her insides began.

Nothing? I thought. I pulled out and tried 2 fingers and carelessly trusted forward harder than I intended but good enough to not wake mom.

For the next few minutes I fingered my mother at a pace that would set her off if she was awake and I worked through the burn in my arms to keep this pace with no idea how it ends or what to do next.
When I decided it was time for me to cum I knew it wouldn’t take much more than a strong breeze to set me off so I took off my t-shirt and laid it across my mom’s lap and legs used the wet fingers from her vagina to finish myself off. I raised my butt up off of my feet and ejaculated onto my t-shirt that was covering my mothers stomach, genitals and legs, looking down at the amount of area darkened by the wetness of my cum. I pick up the shirt and fold it tightly into a ball and tossed it towards my bedroom door.

When I turned back I noticed more cum and decent amount pooling out the tip of my cock ready to drip and without thinking I pushed my hips forwards and swiped the tip of my cock between my mother’s labia wiping it clean. I stood up and smirked while covering mom back up and heading to my room, kicking the cum stained t-shirt inside after I opened the door. I lay down on my bed and just let my head spin with excitement and guilt fighting together to keep me awake.

The following the day I had a planned trip with a school friend and his family for a day trip and returned around 8pm. As I gathered my belongings and said goodbyes, my mother opened our front door and joined in thanks to my friend and his family for including me. We hurried inside and I told her about my day. She was 100% day time super mom and joined in to elaborate more on what I saw or learned. As the conversation died down she took her medication called something-zepam and then we went to the family room to wind down and find something to watch. I remember being very tired from the day I must have passed out right away because I woke in an awkward position too uncomfortable to be by choice and not exhaustion alone. I was in complete darkness except a decent light omitting from the LED display on the cable box. Quiet and still the room sat.

“mom?” I remember calling out and hearing nothing in return.

I slowly walk with small steps towards my bedroom door when notice a dark figure on the floor and I assumed the worse immediately rushed to turn a light switch on only to find mom laying on the carpet, fast asleep with a pillow under her head.

“wake up mom” I repeated a few times to no reaction other than a small sigh as she shuffled her shoulders.

She was wearing a full sleeve t shirt and new boxer shorts of the same kind she has grown to love but larger to fit her growing size. What that means is they allowed a lot of play and the fabric can be moved to the side for complete access to mom’s pussy.

I shut off the lamp in the family room and turned on the light inside an adjacent bathroom and closed the door. The small light from the bottom of the door illuminated enough for me to work a new session of passed out mom.

I reached between her legs and found her sticky but not wet like last night. I knew to lick my fingers and rub her lips until it became wetter. I did this a few times before I couldn’t wait any longer decided it was time for the finale. I took off my shirt for a cum catcher and laid it across her belly and thighs. I made sure to keep her pussy uncovered while I began stroking my cock, ready to cum on my shirt that was draped across my mothers abdomen and pelvic area.
I feel the build up, the vibration between my legs as the cum rises up from my ball. I move forward and press my cock into my mothers pelvic bone while a growing pool of cum grows around the tip while my spasms lose frequency.

I sit back and examine the gathered glob with what little light I could angle on it and catch my breath. My cock still long but losing girth had some more cum seeping from its end. I leaned forward and aimed for my moms pussy and sunk it in deeper than before and enough to say I wasn’t a virgin anymore but I never counted it. But still pulled out after dragging my head across her labia to wipe it clean as I pull out. I covered her back up and went to bed.

Over the next 2 weeks mom and I mutually masturbated one more time, also I was able to use her hand to make me cum while she slept as the only advanced highlight of that time.

It was summer and I turned 14 and I left to spend a few weeks with my estranged father 2,000 miles away. I was gone for less than a month and was eager to come home. I enjoy my Father but I barely know him and it was very boring where he lived and we never had anything to bond with.

Mom picked me up from the airport and showered with me love immediately from the arrival till we got home. Once home she said we needed to talk after I settled in and I asked for a hint but she smiled it off and made me feel like its no big deal.

I returned minutes later after changing my clothes and inquired to about what she wanted to talk about. I fantasized the subject being related to another mutual masturbation session, even though I prefer her asleep because I can touch her and I cum so much harder.

She sat me down, grabbed my hands and happily informed me she was pregnant.
I took it for face value and was happy for her and us not thinking one second how or why she is pregnant.

She told me that Dave my step father has never been able to have kids with either of his 2 previous wives and they assumed he couldn’t and my mom never took birth control but after almost 4 years she is now expecting.

Birth control never crossed my mind once since I started molesting my mother and I did not consider what I was doing to her with my cum but I knew deep down I may have impregnated her and although I rape and molest my mother I felt compelled to confess immediately.

I asked her if ANY man can get ANY woman pregnant or does nature know better. I even used like a dog and a cat for starting example and said how about if brother cat made babies with a sister cat and she said they usually internally know better but nothing is stopping it from happen if the had sex.

“I said what happens if people two people didn’t know” would nature still know?

She now seem curious to my question but little did I know her 4-6 weeks being pregnant was increasing her sex drive drastically and she took the curiosity in a different direction and asked if I wanted to do ” our ” thing downstairs later.

I passively agree but I had to to tell her about her pregnancy and I began to tear up. She didn’t why I was crying and she tried to hug me when I said I needed to tell her something important and please don’t be mad.

She hugged me assuring I me I could never do anything to make her not love me. She comforted me and I would later realize this was last time I saw my super loving, I can never do no wrong supportive mom again. She will soon become the mother formerly know as the best mom that ever existed. She will still be awesome but things are about to change forever and I will never see my mother treat me like this ever again.

I collected my sobs and told her I may have accidentally gotten her pregnant and then buried my head into her body.

She laughed a bit and assured me I did not, but I stopped her and said trust me I really think I did.

She asked me to explain and I tried to lie and say she fell passed out and fell during one of our mutual sessions I would claim she forgot about, and I had sperm all over me I tried to pick you up off of your arm all twisted under you and I looked down and I saw my sperm smeared in you pubic hair and boxer shorts. I reminded her quickly how they are always falling off when she passes out and slides up and down furniture all while contorting and ripping her underwear.

She seemed to nod and agree when I was explaining away the possibility and told her I just didn’t think and I was scared and it was crazy coincidence and bad luck.

She was registering everything and seemed distracted as she got up and grabbed her purse for her pills. It was 3pm but she has taken them this early before if it was a stressful day and I thought nothing more of it.

In a tone I have never heard before, Mom asked me if I was having sex with her. She continued that she woken up with swollen genitals over a month ago that and she was concerned for a few and now she wonders if sex is why.

Despite what I said she never believed me. She never told my step father about the baby and she quietly had an abortion soon after.

Mom got off pills and back into better health over the next couple years. She always treated me fairly but I never saw the over loving mother I knew as a child again. My mother treated me like a step child she respected but didn’t trust for all of high school. I joined the army while still 17 in late 2000 and was shipped to Afghanistan in 2001 too 2004. When my contract was up in 2004 I returned home and began a heavy,wild and intense sexual relationship. Like I said we have been on off on off a few times.

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