Chapter 13

Over the next few weeks nothing much changed around the house except that I had fallen madly in love with my mother, and I think she knew it. I would act like a teenager in love whenever I was around her. Anything she asked me to do, I readily agreed. I told her that I needed to help her because of the pregnancy. That was somewhat true, but it was a lot more than that. I wanted to be around her all the time. Whenever I had a chance to peek at her in the tub or dressing I did … although I felt guilty about it afterward. I could see her body changing … her stomach was getting a little bigger and her breasts seemed to be growing. That just made me crazier for her. She had a glow about her that I had never seen before. She seemed to be very happy now, although sometimes I would see her sitting on the porch alone and I knew she was still dealing with my father leaving her. I think she felt like she had not been woman enough for him. That was irrational but I knew her hormones were going crazy. I guessed that our sexual contact was either a result of her hormones or the emotional turmoil that came from her feeling that she had not been sexually adequate for my father. Whatever the reason, it made no difference to me. During this time she continued to come to my room. Not every night, but several times a week. It was always the same, she would stroke me as she played with herself until she climaxed. Then she would tease me for a long, long time. I got to the point where I could hold my climax for as long as it took. I reveled in the stroking and her closeness. I loved to feel her breasts pressed to me. I, of course, pretended to be asleep and she would stop stroking me if I began to move. It was her game and she made the rules … and I happily complied.