I was regularly sexually and emotionally abused by my mother, and as a result I have become boarder line sociopathic.
As a boy I was fondled by my mother, often. She made time for it. My mother was flawless, perfect curves, mid forties, nice round breasts, long silky blond hair, nice lips, beautiful blue eyes, wonderful american thighs, fantastic ass, perfectly trimmed bush.
My mother being bipolar had a different mood by the hour, my step-father who worked late into the night was hardly home. It was normal for her and I to lay in bed together, often times in the nude. The first time that I remember something happening was when my step-father was away on business. I was around six years of age. My mother was a psychologist worked part time in the mornings and came home, making an early supper for my sister and I. My sister was slightly older than I was, and had plans to spend the evening with some friends of hers, which left my mother and I by ourselves. After we had supper, my sister's friends mom picked her up, and they went doing whatever it was.
I, however spilled my tuna fish sandwich and macaroni and cheese all over my clothes, and had to change. My mother took me in the laundry room, and stripped me of my clothes leaving me only in my underwear. She threw all of my clothing into the washing machine and told me that I had to stay in my room for the evening.
"You worthless little bastard. Who taught you how to eat? A pig? Because that's what you are. A pig." She screamed at me, repeatedly slamming the door, and stomping up and down the stairs. This behavior was typical from her, I was used to the emotional and physical abuse. However, this time it was different. I laid in bed for what seemed to be forever, when I heard my mother coming up the stairs, however she was not stomping. When she opened the door, she was wearing jeans and a blouse. She sat on the side of my bed and told me she was sorry.
My mother's giant tits were literally pushing out of her slightly unbuttoned blouse. She sat next to me and began rubbing my head. Her hand went down my face, down my bare chest, and she began to touch me. Her soft warm hands slowly cPost too long. Click here to view the full text.