I never gave incest any thought, I mean sure I have
had passing thoughts occasionally but I am not some
kind of freak. Yes my mom is young, and I guess I
always knew she was attractive from the way my
friends acted around her. But until I saw her
naked, I really never thought about fucking her.
After that day I stopped thinking of her as my mom,
and in my mind started calling her by her name
Susan. If I had never found those old magazines in
the attic, things might have been very different,
and I would not have been forced to Molestation my mother.
She really should have gotten rid of them, or
locked them up. In a way this is all her own fault.
I guess I must feel a little guilty though so I am
writing it down to sort things out in my head, and
figure out what to do now.
Thanksgiving was fast approaching and my
grandmother was coming for a visit. Dad had died 2
years earlier when I was 14, but she still tried to
stay in touch especially around the holidays. It
was tough though because mom and grandma do not
like each other. It was an old argument, something
about Grams not wanting her son to marry mom, and
that he could do better. Dad apparently decided
that 5′ 9″ gorgeous blondes, with big, ripe tits,
and firm juicy ass’s don’t grow on trees, and he
married mom as soon as he turned 18 without his
mother’s approval (mom was only 16).