I never told this to anyone. When I was 7 or 8 years old I watched my mom being raped in the kitchen I remember hitting the guy over and over trying to get him off my mom. But he would just push me to the floor. The my mom started to change and instead of fighting him off she started to beg him not to stop. I was 7 or 8 but I still remember my mom change from resistance to pleasure, she looked at me and said it’s ok my love as he pounded her from behind. Afterwards she made me swear not to tell my dad and I never did. Later when I became sexual mature the memory of my mom being fucked by that guy was the only thing that got me off. To this day if I see a women in a leather skirt I go crazy cause that’s what my mom was wearing when he fucked her. Am I sick?
- 2 years ago
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