After that night when I had sex with my mother without her consent, I started experiencing a little remorse, and if I noticed changes in my mother, it was so true that at night I would hear her putting the lock on her door. My mother's name is Raquel, I think I didn't mention it before. At that moment of my life, I realized that things happen because they have to happen. And as I had said, my younger sister turned out to be a disaster with her life.
Despite everything, things could still be said to be normal between my mom and me at home, not having passed more than three weeks when suddenly I started noticing something was happening, seeing my mother very upset and worried at the same time, also seeing that she would lock herself in to talk to my younger sister, sometimes they would disappear like that for about a week until my mom told me what was going on. It turned out that my 16-year-old sister had been (or rather had been) pregnant. My mother had taken her to get an abortion.
Since my parents' divorce and mostly because their married life had resulted in a very explosive situation, with my father fighting for custody of both me and my sisters, if he found out what had happened, it could lead to another lawsuit between the two.
Months passed after this event, so much so that the tension I felt after what I had done disappeared, and I even started noticing certain changes in my mother. For example, I stopped hearing her put the lock on her door, but also at the same time, she started getting ready early again, making me breakfast and talking a lot to me again. Only I didn't want to misinterpret things by limiting myself to having a normal relationship. Until one day.
I was getting ready to go to school, already in my second semester of college, and sometimes I had to leave for the whole day, so I made sure breakfast well. That morning since I woke up and saw my mother as she was dressed, she wore a flowered dress, the skirt reached above her knees, she looked beautiful, going down the stairs and seeing her silhouette in the light of the sun entering through the kitchen window, is an image that will never forget, her smile when she saw me getting up and sitting at the table to have breakfast, is and will continue to be one of the most precious moments of my life.
As soon as I sat down, she sat with me at the table, started talking to me about the bitter drink that my sister had made her go through, and as everything still bothered her, she was also wondering if I knew any boyfriend that my sister might have. Until then, she began to talk about my father, and it turned out that she had found out that he already had another relationship with someone younger than him, and it was then that she looked at me, and with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, she said:
R - Son, do you think...
At that moment, without finishing the question, she took my plate and headed to the sink, I think what she wanted to ask is if for me, she was beautiful. I got up and stood behind her, hugged her around the waist and told her in her ear, you are very beautiful, started kissing her neck and she took hold of my hands with force, unlike that night when she refused to kiss me, this time she turned her face towards mine and finally I could give her a kiss on the mouth, I don't know how to describe that kiss, I had kissed before, but that kiss was full of much love and at the same time lust, something totally indescribable, it's that I remember and it brings back that feeling of tenderness and excitement that I felt that time.
My mother turned around and we kept kissing, really I don't know how long we were like that, when suddenly we heard the doorbell, we stopped, she went to the door and I to my room to prepare my things to leave. It was already late and I really had to go, when I heard my mother behind me. mine:
R - Are you supposed to leave already?
Y - Yes, it's already late for me.
I took my backpack and left for school.
Despite everything, things could still be said to be normal between my mom and me at home, not having passed more than three weeks when suddenly I started noticing something was happening, seeing my mother very upset and worried at the same time, also seeing that she would lock herself in to talk to my younger sister, sometimes they would disappear like that for about a week until my mom told me what was going on. It turned out that my 16-year-old sister had been (or rather had been) pregnant. My mother had taken her to get an abortion.
Since my parents' divorce and mostly because their married life had resulted in a very explosive situation, with my father fighting for custody of both me and my sisters, if he found out what had happened, it could lead to another lawsuit between the two.
Months passed after this event, so much so that the tension I felt after what I had done disappeared, and I even started noticing certain changes in my mother. For example, I stopped hearing her put the lock on her door, but also at the same time, she started getting ready early again, making me breakfast and talking a lot to me again. Only I didn't want to misinterpret things by limiting myself to having a normal relationship. Until one day.
I was getting ready to go to school, already in my second semester of college, and sometimes I had to leave for the whole day, so I made sure breakfast well. That morning since I woke up and saw my mother as she was dressed, she wore a flowered dress, the skirt reached above her knees, she looked beautiful, going down the stairs and seeing her silhouette in the light of the sun entering through the kitchen window, is an image that will never forget, her smile when she saw me getting up and sitting at the table to have breakfast, is and will continue to be one of the most precious moments of my life.
As soon as I sat down, she sat with me at the table, started talking to me about the bitter drink that my sister had made her go through, and as everything still bothered her, she was also wondering if I knew any boyfriend that my sister might have. Until then, she began to talk about my father, and it turned out that she had found out that he already had another relationship with someone younger than him, and it was then that she looked at me, and with a smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, she said:
R - Son, do you think...
At that moment, without finishing the question, she took my plate and headed to the sink, I think what she wanted to ask is if for me, she was beautiful. I got up and stood behind her, hugged her around the waist and told her in her ear, you are very beautiful, started kissing her neck and she took hold of my hands with force, unlike that night when she refused to kiss me, this time she turned her face towards mine and finally I could give her a kiss on the mouth, I don't know how to describe that kiss, I had kissed before, but that kiss was full of much love and at the same time lust, something totally indescribable, it's that I remember and it brings back that feeling of tenderness and excitement that I felt that time.
My mother turned around and we kept kissing, really I don't know how long we were like that, when suddenly we heard the doorbell, we stopped, she went to the door and I to my room to prepare my things to leave. It was already late and I really had to go, when I heard my mother behind me. mine:
R - Are you supposed to leave already?
Y - Yes, it's already late for me.
I took my backpack and left for school.
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