The aftermath of my wedding shenanigans

After we got back home from the wedding, where I used my moms drunk unconscious mouth, she remembered fragments, and I tried to prove her wrong.

The last day of the wedding trip went quiet as fuck. Mom Nikita barely talked to me, didn’t drink at all, and switched rooms to crash with the sisters. I ended up sharing with one of them—Ana’s massive tits in a thin top across the room kept me hard but I behaved. Trip ended awkward. We packed up and drove home like nothing happened, but the vibe was off.

Back home shit returned to our usual hustle. I’m out grinding money, odd jobs, deals, whatever keeps the family fed. Mom handles the house, works part time. Sisters Ana (20, bratty with huge tits and plump ass), Aish (21, big tits, pale long legs and nice ass), Ameya (22, slutty perky body) do their college and part time crap. We’re a tight unit on the surface—meals together, teasing, normal family noise. But I’m the perv always staring at their bodies, jerking in my room to thoughts of wrecking them.
For the first couple days home mom avoided me hard. She’d leave rooms when I walked in, barely make eye contact, stay busy in the kitchen or with the sisters. At dinner she sat far, eyes down. The sisters noticed something was up but shrugged it off as post-trip tiredness. Ana bitched about mom being moody, Aish asked if everything was cool. I played dumb.
On the third day I got tired of it. After dinner when sisters were out or in their rooms I knocked on mom’s door. “Mom, we need to talk.”
She tried avoiding. “Not now Boulder, I’m tired.” I pushed in anyway.

"Mom, what the hell is going on with you. You've been avoiding me and acting weird. Did I do somethin?" I asked

"Im not in the mood to talk rn, we'll speak later." She replied.
"No, were gonna talk now. What the fuck is going on?" I yelled
"You wanna know what's going on? What happened at the wedding. When I was blackout drunk. What did you do?"
"When you were drunk? I dont know I brought you back home and got you in bed to sleep. What else?"
"Oh really, why do I remember something else. What did you do in the bathroom?"

I was scared to hear this. Maybe she did remember. But she wasn't angry, I could sense fear in her voice. I knew I couldn't give into fear, but had to act angry myself.
"When you were lying on the floor fully drunk? I picked you and put you to bed. Youre welcome."
"So you didn't..." she hesitated for a few seconds. "Didn't remove my clothes in there? And...put something in my mouth"
"What the fuck are you talking about. Have you gone mad. Are you accusing me of something? I found you drunk at the damn bathroom floor, I picked you up and got you to bed."
"So you didnt remove my clothes or anything?"
"Well yeah i did, but because that dress would've been very uncomfortable to sleep in, so I helped my mother by changing you into a comfortable outfit, when you were blackout drunk on the bathroom floor."

She didnt say anything. But i could feel the fear and realization growing. "Look i dont know what the fuck you think happened, but maybe you should be more worried about how to behave and how much to drink rather than spewing whatever nonsense you're saying."

"So you didn't put your penis in my mouth. When i was unconscious. Was i dreaming those things?" She snarled
"You really think I fucking did that to you. You were blackout drunk causing a scene. I brought you back to the hotel, helped you with changing, got you to sleep, and you're dreaming up scenarios where I fucked your mouth. Are you even listening yourself? What the hell is wrong with you to even think of such things. Of your own son doing stuff with your mouth or whatever it is you're thinking. Youre sick."

I said all this, she was on the verge of tears but I got out. It was my best effort to gaslight her into forgetting it, but I was also scared myself. Later that night, I heard a knock on the door. It was my sister Ana. Wearing her tank top that had her tits spilling everywhere. She basically asked me if everything was okay with me and mom, and that she heard some yelling and hopes its all okay. I told her it was nothing and alls good, and told her to go to sleep.

A bit later, another knock, which I assumes was still ana, but It was mom instead. I told her to leave because I was asleep, but she pushed past me into the room anyways. And a with a worried expression on her face, started a conversation again.
"Look, I can't forget what I felt. I know you did something. I can feel my jaw and some things. I was drunk but not that much."
"You know what, I'm fucking done with this shit. I helped you out when you were drunk on the fucking floor, and you're sitting here, accusing me of doing god knows what to my own mother. You should be tanking me, not talking.This bullshit. If I didn't bring you back to the hotel, somebody would probably actually do to you whatever you are fucking dreaming. I brought you to a safe place only to get accused of this shit. You know what, get out of my room. I can't believe my own mother thinks I fucking raped her. If I wasn't there, someone probably would've done it."

"Dont talk to me like that. I am still your mother."
"Mother? A mother who accuses her helping son with god knows what kind of nonsense, all because she has a drinking problem and has some fucked up fantasies in her head. I dont want any part of this. Please go."
"It wasn't fantasy, I know what I felt."

I snapped, got close to her, now standing, and got super close to her face and said, "I am done with these baseless, dreams or whatever it is youre thinking. If you're not going to stop accusing me of all of this nonsense, then maybe I should prove you right."

She looked like she saw a ghost. All blood drained. Even i couldn't believe i just openly threatened to do that to her, but I stood by it. She left the room, and the next couple days, avoided me like plague, almost scared.