Comforting my mother leads to more.
NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic s*x, incest/taboo s*x and of an adult, explicit, s****l nature.
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I came home just before lunch and found my usually happy-go-lucky mother lying on the couch, crying softly. I, of course, saw red and was ready to kill whoever had hurt her. I immediately walked to her, sat down on the couch, easily pulled her into my lap, and began speaking softly to her as I gently rocked us back and forth. She never reacted to my sudden appearance or from me trying to comfort her. I continued to rock her, hug her, and whisper soft comforting words to her, as she sniffled softly in my arms.
I was now 18 years old and a senior in high school. I had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I have been compe
