A mother comforts her son during a storm.(Incest/Taboo)
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**EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18 OR OLDER**
I've always been afraid of things like thunder and lightning. My mother kept me very sheltered growing up. My mother would cut my meal up into small pieces well into my teens. The thought of me accidentally choking absolutely terrified her. I couldn't ride a bike until I was 14. My mother never let me on those things. My father eventually put his foot down saying "the boy should learn to ride a bike!"
Some might say I'm a "weak man." But that isn't the case. I'm 18 years old, tall, and tone. I have light brown hair and blue eyes. Ever since I hit puberty; all the girls in town have made their attempts at me. I'm used to being highly sought after. I've become accustomed to char
