Mom and I were so much more than just mother and son

My mom and I were born at different times, but there were so many things that drew us together. One summer we were eight minutes late getting and then we decided to have a conversation. It went something like this.<br><br><br>Me: Mom, I think we should go the other way. I know it’s a mile longer, but my dad would always have me go this way.<br><br>Mom: Sure! Although I’ve been seeing those cracks in the road for a while, so don’t think this is the end! (laughs)<br><br>Me: Ha! Mom, there are so many things that I’ve learned since we’ve started to have these talks. Although don’t you think it’s funny that I’m asking you to do something that dad used to make me do?<br><br>Mom: Yeah, that is kind of funny. So your father always had you bring him back and forth this way?<br><br>Me: Yes. He said it was a better route. He said that it was safer. Although he also used to say that it wasn’t good for a boy to cry.<br><br>Mom: Not good for a boy to cry? What?<br><br>Me: He said that he was teaching me not to cry. He said I was supposed to be a man.<br><br>Mom: Yes, he was very big on being a man. He said that you had to go through a certain amount of pain in order to be a man.<br><br>Me: Yeah. He used to hit me a lot. He used to make me do certain things to him.<br><br>Mom: (pauses) Is it okay for me to ask what?<br><br>Me: Yeah. He used to make me suck his dick. He used to make me let him fuck me in the ass. He used to make me do all sorts of things.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) I knew something was wrong. The way you started acting. I knew something was wrong.<br><br>Me: Yeah. He said that I wasn’t supposed to tell you. He said that if I told you he would kill me.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) Kill you? He used to say that he would kill me if I ever said anything. Is that why you never said anything to me?<br><br>Me: Yeah. I was afraid that he would kill me if I ever said anything to you.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) The way you used to walk around. The way you used to look. You used to look so sad, but you never said anything to me. Why didn’t you ever say anything to me?<br><br>Me: I didn’t know if I could trust you. I didn’t know if you would believe me.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) You didn’t know if you could trust me? Of course you could trust me. I’m your mom. I would never do anything to hurt you.<br><br>Me: Yeah, I know. But I was a kid. I didn’t know any better. I was afraid.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) You were afraid? What were you afraid of?<br><br>Me: I was afraid that he would kill me. I was afraid that you wouldn’t believe me. I was afraid that you would leave me.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) Leave you? Why would I ever leave you? You’re my baby. I love you more than anything.<br><br>Me: Yeah. I know. Although back then I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything back then. I was just trying to survive.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) Survive? How could anyone do that to their child? How could anyone hurt their child like that?<br><br>Me: I don’t know. I don’t know why he hurt me so much. I don’t know why you hurt me so much.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) Me? When did I ever hurt you?<br><br>Me: You hurt me by not believing me. By not loving me. You hurt me by leaving me with him.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) Leaving you with him? I thought that you said that he was your dad. I thought that you said he was a good man.<br><br>Me: Yeah. I lied. I said what I had to say in order to survive. I had to say that he was a good man. I had to say that he loved me. I had to do whatever it took to survive.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) Survive? Why did you have to survive?<br><br>Me: I don’t know. But I knew that I had to get away from him. I knew that I had to get away from you.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) Me? Why did you have to get away from me?<br><br>Me: I don’t know. But the way you treated me. Always bringing me to him. Always leaving me alone with him. You knew what he was doing to me.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) What? I didn’t know anything.<br><br>Me: Yes you did. You had to know. But I’m not mad at you. I’m not mad at you for not believing me. I’m not mad at you for not loving me. I forgave you a long time ago.<br><br>Mom: (shaking) You forgave me? I’m so sorry. I was so blind. I had no idea. Although I did notice that he stopped having sex with me. Do you think that’s why he did it?<br><br>Me: I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter now. I survived. And now we’re together. We’re together in ways that we never could have been. I’m so happy. I’m so happy to be with you. You’re so beautiful.<br><br>Mom: (smiling) You’re beautiful too. You’re my beautiful boy. Although I don’t think of you as a boy. I think of you as a man. The man that I love.<br><br>Me: (smiling) And I think of you as the woman that I love. I’m so happy to be with you. I’m so happy to be together like this.<br><br>Mom: (smiling) Yeah. Me too. So what do you want to do?<br><br>Me: I don’t know. But I do know that it’s not good for a woman to cry.<br><br>Mom: (laughing) Oh yeah? So how do you plan on teaching me that?<br><br>Me: Well, first I’m going to have to hit you. Then I’m going to have to make you suck my dick. Then I’m going to have to make you let me fuck you in the pussy. I’m going to have to make you let me fuck you in the ass. And then I’m going to have to make you call me daddy.<br><br><br>Mom: (laughing) Okay. But just for tonight.<br><br>Me: Yeah. Just for tonight. So are you ready?<br><br>Mom: (smiling) Yeah. I’m ready.<br><br>Me: (smiling) Okay. So first I’m going to have to hit you. (punches mom in the face)<br><br>Mom: (bleeding) Why did you hit me?<br><br>Me: Because it’s not good for a woman to cry.<br><br>Mom: (crying) I’m not crying.<br><br>Me: Yes you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to stop you from crying. (starts to tie mom up)<br><br>Mom: (struggling) What are you doing? Why are you doing this?<br><br>Me: Because it’s not good for a woman to cry. I’m going to stop you from crying even if it kills you.<br><br>Mom: (blowing air through her teeth) I’m not crying.<br><br>Me: (finishing tying her up) Yes you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to stop you from crying. (pulls out his dick and starts to fuck mom in the mouth)<br><br>Mom: (gagging)<br><br>Me: (smiling) Suck my dick! Suck my dick like the little bitch that you are!<br><br>Mom: (gagging)<br><br>Me: (grinning) You’re gagging! You’re gagging like the little bitch that you are! Now stop crying!<br><br>Mom: (gagging)<br><br>Me: (laughing) You can’t stop crying? Fine. I’ll just have to fuck you harder. (starts fucking mom in the mouth harder)<br><br>Mom: (gagging)<br><br>Me: (grinning) Are you ready to stop crying yet?