“Don’t worry baby, mommy will think of something. I won’t let anything happen to my precious little guy. Momma will take care of everything.”
You’re so burned out from what you’ve learned that all you can do is smile weakly at her as she grips your arm and stares anxiously at you. You know she probably wants to hug you right now, but you’re riding on the bus and you’ve told your mom to keep the displays of affection to a minimum when out in public. You’ve always had a very open and physical relationship with your mom, whether it was her letting you rest your head on her lap, cuddling up with you to watch tv or even inviting you into her bed if she was lonely. It never got truly incestuous with her, but you’ve seen her naked hundreds of times as she enjoyed getting nude and had developed quite the mommy complex because of her openness.
You were attracted to your mom, even though you’d tried for years to get that thought out of your head. You have no idea when it started, you’d been aware of sex your whole life thanks to your mom’s lack of morals and discretion. Cheri Paterson, your mom, had done a lot of questionable things during her life. She had stripped, made pornos and even whored herself out on the street. She did things for two reasons. Firstly, she never finished high school because of her lazy and unfocused attitude, which made finding and keeping a job very hard. Secondly, and this was something you couldn’t argue with, your mom was an attention loving slut.
If her exhibitionism and flirty attitude wasn’t enough to confirm your belief that your mom was slutty, hearing her saw it was the nail in the coffin. She’d get drunk often and would tell you with a happy, tanked-up smile how she loved sex and having men look at her. How on stage they wanted her so bad that they hooted and hollered for her and the ones she went to the VIP room always fucked her so well. She talked about doing porn and how just thinking of hundreds of men masturbating to her got her so horny. She even liked to show off her moves, shaking her ass around and offering you a lap dance before asking if she still has the goods to sell her bod. Hearing your mom talk about selling herself and liking it made you sick, but not as much as the erection you had or that you wanted to hear more. She wasn’t the only one with issues in the family.
The bus reaches your stop and both of you get up. Looking over your mom you see he’s wearing this hideous orange halter-top that hugs her big double-D breasts so tightly it looks like they might pop out at any second, which was kind of why she wore it. She had on her skinny jeans, the ones she bought before she gained about twenty pounds. You could see both her belly sticking out over the sides and her thong sticking out, at least she wasn’t going commando today. Her ass bulges in her jeans, which like her top is supposed to draw peoples eyes. Your mom loves flaunting her body, but you know she’s also worried that she’s losing her looks so was trying harder. She wore more make up to hide her wrinkles, dressed much more sultry to seem young and was even more willing to throw herself at men.
As you get off the bus, your mom does hug you, but it isn’t the tight hug where she pushes her breasts into your chests and breaths into your ear. It was a warm, supportive hug that you’d never gotten before from this woman with loose morals. “I swear, mommy will help you. She doesn’t know how, but she knows people, people she’s done a lot of bad things with but have lots of money. I don’t care what I have to do, I am going to help you.”
“T-thanks mom,” is all you can see as she breaks the hug and you see her crying. Suddenly all your mom’s indiscretions and your own confused feels don’t matter as you embrace her again for a quick hug. Whore, slut, idiot, she’s still your mom and she loves you and wants the best. Sure, she’s made every mistake imaginable, from letting you see her porno by accident, to bringing lovers home, to putting a butt plug in your lunch box by mistake, but that doesn’t change that she’s your mom and you need her as much as she needs you.
You head up to your apartment, a single bedroom with a small kitchen and living area where you both watch television and sleep. Your mom gets the bedroom, you gave it to her after she kept bringing guys home and using your bed, it was better that she just have it. You crash on the couch, watching Cheri head to her room, a cigarette already in her lips. She always smokes after sex or if something stressful is going on.
Sighing, you just let it sink in, your going to shrink away to nothing. The doctors can’t fix you and you doubt the guys your mom has slept with can do much either. This is it for you. You never really had any goals or dreams, which seems kind of sad right now. You would like to confess your feeling to your mom for closure, but you’re worried that it might create a rift between you if she finds the idea you like her that way disgusting or the possibly worse outcome if she goes along with it. You wished you didn’t have these taboo feeling, you wished you weren’t shrinking, you wished for so much but all you got was very troubled sleep.
Sometime later after the sun had started to go down you woke up to someone shaking you. You open your eyes to see your mom’s face, close enough that you can smell he tobacco on her breath. Coughing lightly, she stops shaking you and you sit up. She wants something and judging by her face it was very important.
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