Chapter 15

He turns to leave and I see his dick bounce a little before it’s no longer in view. My son’s left the door open and I won’t shut it no matter how much I want to. All I want is to lie here and recover, but he won’t allow it.

I grimace from the pain as I rise and have to fight back making a single sound. He won’t hear the pain he’s caused me, since it won’t do anything to bring this to an end. My son may have taken much from me, but he’ll never have my dignity.

I turn the water on and step into the slick tub. My footing almost gets lost, but I recover as water cascades across my body. The place where my pubic hair should be feels strange and not in a good way. If God meant for us to have no hair there, then there wouldn’t be pubic hair.

I ignore the unpleasant sensation and start to soap up my body. Everything, no matter how tender, gets washed. There’s something pleasant about washing away everything he left behind and don’t want to leave. My fingers tremble a little as I use shampoo and feel more clean after the water presses it down my body.

The only reason I stop is the heat’s gone. I didn’t know I was in here long enough to use it all. It feels as if only a brief moment has passed since I stepped in, but it must have been much longer. Even with the chill starting to take its toll, it isn’t easy to turn the water off.

Water drips from my hair as I step out and begin to dry myself. My son remains absent and don’t know if it’s a good thing. The pain’s no longer unbearable, but I fear sitting on anything. There’s no delaying leaving my bathroom any longer, since it’s just a matter of time before he comes in and renews the assault. Leaving may very well do the same thing, but at least the surface outside my bathroom is more comfortable.

He appears in the doorway and looks down my body. “Much better, mom. Go sit on the edge of your bed and spread your legs. What are you going to do, mom?”

My cheeks burn as I force myself to speak. “Your incestuous whore of a mother’s going to sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs for you.”

He grins at me words. “What am I going to see, mom?”

I struggle to get the words out. “Your mother’s pussy.”

He laughs a little, and it makes my skin crawl. “That’s right, mom. I’m going to see your pussy. What’s going to happen if your legs aren’t spread enough?”

I shudder at the thought. “Your going to fuck your incestuous whore of a mother’s pussy.”

He steps aside with a massive grin. “Get your ass to your bed, mom.”

My legs don’t want to move, but I force them to do what I need. My son’s in control and there’s no way out of this nightmare. Each step sends signals of pain through my body, but I don’t let it show. He may have my body, but he’ll never have me.