Chapter 739 Taking This Pussy:>5

• I fucked up. Beyond anything I would have ever imagined, I fucked up. When you get married, you have all these fears and images in your head about how you might ruin it. And when you have kids, your mind fills up with angst, reminding you of all your flaws and imagining unique ways they could ruin your family. I had outdone even my irrational paranoia. I had broken my marriage vows by forcing myself on my own son.
• I had convinced myself that I deserved what I took from Abram. In my tired, traumatized, desensitized state of mind, I truly felt justified in my infidelity. My incestuous infidelity! How guilty I felt that next morning. I couldn't even face Abram. The shame was too great. All I could remember was his many objections. 'I don't think we should do this,' and, 'you're my mother,' and 'I think we went too far.' Abram denied me every step of the way as I defiled him, forcing him to sleep with his own mother. The scars he'd carry!
• I untangled myself from my son's sleeping, naked form and slipped out of his bed without looking back at him. I put on my little robe and clutched it tightly to my body, shamefully hiding my near nudity from my slumbering child as I exited his room. I didn't even look for my panties, too afraid I'd wake Abram and have to answer for last night's transgressions. I traversed the hallway and closed myself inside my broken bedroom. Eventually I'll talk to him, I told myself.