Mother
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,957
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Mother
There is rape in this story. Sorry for the extra warning to those who knew what the codes meant.
Thanks ^^
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I am an asshole.
Why, might you ask? The answer is simple. And yet, has a lot of details.
Well, first of all, I\'ve been known to cheat on my girlfriend. She has been very tolerant with me, forgiving me every time I do it.
Why do I do that? Yes, I know it\'s wrong, and I know I no longer deserve her, but...I don\'t know why I do it. I did it before and I WILL do it again. I always do.
Secondly...my best friend keeps making these odd comments which lead me to believe he is gay. He\'s...flirted with me, I think. So what do I do? I avoid the poor fellow, even though I KNOW I\'m all he has...
Am I so shallow? Am I so...homophobic? I hadn\'t realized how ugly I truly was until I began to have friends...maybe I shouldn\'t have made any at all...maybe...
I paused in my typing, listening to the voices outside my room. Mom and Dad were fighting again, oh joyous occasion...this would be lovely...
My parents are fighting again...I hate when they do this...After they fight, one of them will come in here and...
No.
I pressed the backspace key, eliminating the sentence from existence. I couldn\'t type that in an online journal...even if it IS a private entry...someone could see it, right?
I sighed heavily, leaning back in the chair, flipping a pencil around my fingers idly. The yells were getting louder...pretty soon, one would storm off and the other...would come to me.
My parents are fighting again...I hate when they do this...the worst part is knowing what will happen after...
Again, I spazzed on the backspace key. I couldn\'t do it, I couldn\'t TYPE that! I can barely think it...
I wonder what would happen? I wonder what they would do, when they came across THAT in their database...
A door just slammed...and now there is only the sound of my mother crying. I guess that solves the mystery of which one will visit me tonight.
My parents are fighting again...I hate when they do this...The worst part is, they\'ve been doing it since before I can even remember...and then one of them will storm away and the other...
No. I won\'t do it, I can\'t do it. I erased the whole thing this time, not wanting evidence of what I may have written visible.
\"Darling...CJ, darling...\"
And it starts...
\"Yes, mom?\"
She looked at me with wide, neglected eyes, shadowed with the sorrow of a forgotten wife. \"Darling...come here.\"
At this point, I stop thinking. I\'m sure if I tried to analyze it, tried to think of an alternative, actually concentrated on what was going on, I\'d have gone mad long ago.
\"Yeah, mom\"
I walked towards her, followed her to her room, lay on her bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling as she rid me of all my clothes, except the trench coat...
Why does she always leave that, I wonder...
I lay still as my hands were bound to the bedposts...I lay still, staring lifelessly at the ceiling while my own mother ran her hands slowly over my naked body, letting them roam lightly over my most vital parts. She stripped down herself and she straddled me, forcing me to enter her.
She dug her nails into me, rolling her hips against mine, in some desperate attempt to get the love she doesn\'t get from her husband...she tore into me, tore into my mind, and somehow...every time...
Every time...
Every time, she seems to hit that one spot...do that one thing...
...that makes me scream...
I scream for my mother...
I erased the letters one last time, the tears from what had again happened tonight streaming lightly down my face...I was about to do it this time, I was about to post it. But I can\'t do it...
When I look at my previous post, it baffles me how something so small could have had me so upset...why would I worry about such things when this...this goes on in my house? Are they related in some deep way that, in my state, I can not hope to comprehend? Could what my parents do somehow be linked to my inability to maintain a relationship once that factor of love is involved?
Nah...
I was right the first time.
I\'m an asshole.
Thanks ^^
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I am an asshole.
Why, might you ask? The answer is simple. And yet, has a lot of details.
Well, first of all, I\'ve been known to cheat on my girlfriend. She has been very tolerant with me, forgiving me every time I do it.
Why do I do that? Yes, I know it\'s wrong, and I know I no longer deserve her, but...I don\'t know why I do it. I did it before and I WILL do it again. I always do.
Secondly...my best friend keeps making these odd comments which lead me to believe he is gay. He\'s...flirted with me, I think. So what do I do? I avoid the poor fellow, even though I KNOW I\'m all he has...
Am I so shallow? Am I so...homophobic? I hadn\'t realized how ugly I truly was until I began to have friends...maybe I shouldn\'t have made any at all...maybe...
I paused in my typing, listening to the voices outside my room. Mom and Dad were fighting again, oh joyous occasion...this would be lovely...
My parents are fighting again...I hate when they do this...After they fight, one of them will come in here and...
No.
I pressed the backspace key, eliminating the sentence from existence. I couldn\'t type that in an online journal...even if it IS a private entry...someone could see it, right?
I sighed heavily, leaning back in the chair, flipping a pencil around my fingers idly. The yells were getting louder...pretty soon, one would storm off and the other...would come to me.
My parents are fighting again...I hate when they do this...the worst part is knowing what will happen after...
Again, I spazzed on the backspace key. I couldn\'t do it, I couldn\'t TYPE that! I can barely think it...
I wonder what would happen? I wonder what they would do, when they came across THAT in their database...
A door just slammed...and now there is only the sound of my mother crying. I guess that solves the mystery of which one will visit me tonight.
My parents are fighting again...I hate when they do this...The worst part is, they\'ve been doing it since before I can even remember...and then one of them will storm away and the other...
No. I won\'t do it, I can\'t do it. I erased the whole thing this time, not wanting evidence of what I may have written visible.
\"Darling...CJ, darling...\"
And it starts...
\"Yes, mom?\"
She looked at me with wide, neglected eyes, shadowed with the sorrow of a forgotten wife. \"Darling...come here.\"
At this point, I stop thinking. I\'m sure if I tried to analyze it, tried to think of an alternative, actually concentrated on what was going on, I\'d have gone mad long ago.
\"Yeah, mom\"
I walked towards her, followed her to her room, lay on her bed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling as she rid me of all my clothes, except the trench coat...
Why does she always leave that, I wonder...
I lay still as my hands were bound to the bedposts...I lay still, staring lifelessly at the ceiling while my own mother ran her hands slowly over my naked body, letting them roam lightly over my most vital parts. She stripped down herself and she straddled me, forcing me to enter her.
She dug her nails into me, rolling her hips against mine, in some desperate attempt to get the love she doesn\'t get from her husband...she tore into me, tore into my mind, and somehow...every time...
Every time...
Every time, she seems to hit that one spot...do that one thing...
...that makes me scream...
I scream for my mother...
I erased the letters one last time, the tears from what had again happened tonight streaming lightly down my face...I was about to do it this time, I was about to post it. But I can\'t do it...
When I look at my previous post, it baffles me how something so small could have had me so upset...why would I worry about such things when this...this goes on in my house? Are they related in some deep way that, in my state, I can not hope to comprehend? Could what my parents do somehow be linked to my inability to maintain a relationship once that factor of love is involved?
Nah...
I was right the first time.
I\'m an asshole.