“Sorry Mom,” he said again when he was more sexually excited than he was sorry.
Again, she nodded her head while holding back her tears.
“I felt so sexually used and violently abused,” she said looking as if she was about to cry. “He made me feel like such a whore.”
She looked at her son with sadness while, again, like father like son, he looked at her with sexual excitement. In the way that his father treated his mother in front of his friends, he imagined treating his mother in the same way in front of his friends. He’d love to show his friends his mother’s naked breasts. Obviously, something in his DNA, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“Sorry, Mom,” he said but he wasn’t apologizing for his father’s bad behavior, he was apologizing for his own sexual excitement.
She looked away from him and stared down at his erect prick in her hand while continuing what she needed to say. She fondled the head of his prick with her fingertips in the way that he fingered her nipples.
“God forbid I should wear a skirt, and always worse when I was carrying something, he’d lift the hem of my skirt to my waist and pull down my panties to flash them my naked ass and pussy.” Showing him a look of embarrassment and shame, she made a face of horror. “God, I was so embarrassed to be naked exposed like that in front of a group of drunken men.
Knowing that’s what drunken men do, guilty of that himself, especially when at a party with a hot, drunken woman, he looked at his mother with compassion and understanding. Now understanding what that kind of behavior did to women, he looked at his mother with insight. Even though he’d love to expose his mother in that salacious sexual way to his friends, now that he knows how his father scarred his mother, he could never do that to her.
“I’m sorry, Mom. We don’t have to discuss this, if you’d rather not,” he said.
As if she was being brave, she nodded her head.
“It’s okay. It’s in the past and I’m over it now. Yet, being that I’m obviously still angry over this, I need to talk about this,” she said falling silent. “It’s therapeutic for me to get his off my chest and out of my head.”
While James cupped his mother’s big breasts in his horny hands and fingered her erect nipple, she continued fondling her son’s erect prick before speaking again.
“Dad was such a pig. He didn’t deserve you,” said James. “If he wasn’t such a despicable pervert, he never would have left you and taken off with Jessica.”
She gave her son a sad smile while nodding her head affirmatively.
“Just as you obviously do,” she said looking down at his hands on her tits. “Your father loved my big tits. He was proud of my shapely breasts and big nipples. I lost count how many times he showed men my naked breasts against my will, especially whenever I was too slow to react and too inebriated to stop him. With him so enamored with my big, breasts, unless he bought her implants, I don’t know how he could marry Jessica, a woman who was so flat chested,” she said with a self-deserving laugh.