“Mr. Rapist actually does have a heart after all,” my mom said as she turned to look at me.
This scared the daylights out of me as I figured she was napping. Since I was put on the spot, I decided to use the opportunity to apologize.
“Mom, I’m sorry about what hap…,” I tried to say before I was cut off.
“Don’t mom me you damn PERVERT! Out of all the people in the entire world who could have done this, WHY WOULD MY OWN SON DO THIS TO ME?” she yelled.
Thinking of an excuse. I said before being abruptly cut off again, “Mom, I was drunk and not thin…”
“STOP CALLING ME MOM! You lost that chance the moment you decided to attack me. Did you stop to consider my feelings even once during that entire time? Do you know how that made me feel? To have my own son rubbing his tiny dick on me for pleasure while I fight desperately to get him off? Even if you take away the fact that I am YOUR FUCKING MOTHER! I have done nothing but shower you with love your entire life. Never have you gone without something you needed. I busted my ass raising you until you were an adult. The least you could do is have respect for me and not treat me LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT!” she yelled out as her voice started to crack.
I heard her voice cracking, so I looked at her to see what was going on. I immediately had my heart ripped out as she had tears streaming down her face. The gravity of what I had done just came to me again, and I was being crushed mercilessly by the hands of it. Under normal circumstances, I would rush over and give her a big hug, but our bond was up in the air at the moment. I didn’t know where I stood with her, so I could only hang my head in shame as I listened to her sniffling.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” is all I could manage to squeak out under the immense weight of the situation.
The tension in the air between us was so thick that you could cut it with scissors. She gave me no response and just sat there rubbing away the tears. After about a minute, she got up and walked towards me, heading to her room. She didn’t look at me as she walked to her room. Normally, if she walked pass me with that much perfume on, I would be in heaven. Now though, I wouldn’t have been able to get hard even if she was completely naked. The feeling I had was way too dreadful to even think about anything sexual. Once she was in her room, she slammed the door shut so hard that it shook pictures on the wall. It shocked me as she never did anything like that before, even when arguing with my dad. I stood there staring at her door, before I eventually dragged myself to my room. Even though I hadn’t eaten at all, my stomach felt like I ate a cow and had no appetite. I decided to spread out on my bed as I reflected on what I had done. All the images of my mother were running through my mind. The piercing gaze she gave me when I first did the deed, and even her teary face all flashed before me. It really was not worth it in the end. Because of my selfishness, I could have potentially ruined my relationship with my mom forever. I must never let her catch me looking at her with lust in my eyes again, as it’s too painful to see her like this. As time went on, I eventually fell victim to the dream realm as I fell asleep while in deep thought.