SbG/Your mother invites you into her room to talk
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Your mother could not hold back any longer. She had to do something to get you to stop, because she knew where it was headed. She knew that you were going to move beyond trying to catch glimpses of your sister to feeling her body. Once you started to touch her in an unbrotherly way, you were going to have sex with her, regardless of her acceptance.
Your mother walked into the living room where you were sitting and said, "Jonathon, come into my room so we can talk."
You knew she has been depressed, so you believed she needed someone to talk to. You said, "Sure, mom." After all the crap that bastard did to her, you had no problem talking to her.
You entered her room and she followed behind you. You hear her close the door behind her. You thought you heard her lock it, but couldn't be certain. She said, "Jonathon, sit down on my bed."
There was something odd in her voice, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was. You said, "OK, mom." You sat and waited for her to say something, which did not happen right away. You knew that whatever it was she wanted to say, it could not have been easy. You thought she might have been asked out on a date and she wanted to let you know first.
What she said was far from what you were expecting. You saw her fidget a little, then took a deep breath. She looked down at you and said, "I know you have been looking at your sister." You were about to say something to deny the allegation, but she cut you off. She said, "I understand you have desires, but your sister shouldn't be one of those desires. Do you understand, son?"
There was no sense in denying anything. You had been caught and she was calling you out on it. Your father would have denied everything, but you were not your father. You said, "I'm sorry, mom. I've tried not to look, but it is really hard to stop."
She said, "I know, son. I know you have been trying and I know it is hard. I am willing to help you." You want to say something, but can't find any words. Not that your mother gave you much time to speak. She added, "I know you don't think I can help you, but I can. I want you to hear me out before saying anything, OK?
You nodded and said, "Sure, mom." You had no idea what she had on her mind and you were willing to listen, unlike the bastard that would rather beat her.
Your mother took another deep breath, then said, "Turn your desires towards me. Instead of looking at your sister, you can look at me that way. I know you fantasize about being in an incestuous relationship with Jessie, so fantasize about being in one with me."
You wanted to let her finish, but you couldn't believe what she was saying. You ask, "Mom, are you saying what I think your saying?"
She nodded with a serious look on her face, then said, "Yes, son. I know there is no stopping your incest fantasy, but I can alter it. You can fulfill your fantasies with me. Isn't it better to have someone willing, rather than try something with your sister?"
Do you continue to recall the events with your mother or do you invite your sister's siblings into the house?
You:
