SPRD-1222 Mother and Son: A Relationship with My Son That Can Never Be Restored - 筒美かえで

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It’s been ten years since my father died. My mother, who raised me on her own, suddenly brought home her new husband. To be honest, I wasn’t that surprised. If anything, I felt more joy. Still, I’m 24 and at an awkward age, and living with a man I’d just met felt a little uncomfortable. At the time that was all it was, but the man my mother remarried turned out to be no good. He changed after being laid off and losing his job. He drowned himself in alcohol every day and began abusing my mother. Instead of looking for work, he drank constantly. My mother took on more part‑time work to support the household. Of course I also contributed my salary, but my mother kept covering for him. One day I witnessed a shocking scene. Returning home during work, I saw my stepfather usher in an unknown man and instruct him to tie up my mother and ● her. My mother resisted, but seemed to writhe in uncontrollable pleasure and came many times. I was stunned but couldn’t take my eyes off the scene. That night, after somehow finishing work, I confirmed my stepfather was asleep and pressed my mother about what had happened that day. She seemed drunk and said, “Sorry for being this kind of mother.” I hugged her and told her that wasn’t true. Then she kissed me and said she would make me feel good, gently placing her hand on my confused crotch...