I am The Author. I am called from the abyss to deliver a tale from Pine Valley. The new year is upon us yet this salacious saga staggers on. A son shunned, a mother mourned and unnatural urges uncovered. Poor souls.
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Why was Florida weather so damn erratic? Who was the idiot that settled in this God forsaken hell hole and thought this would be the perfect place to live? It was so hectic every time you walked out the door: damn near freezing early in the morning, a few inches of rainfall short of a flood in the afternoon, only to finish off the evening with record winter highs. Whoever it was, Drew hoped they burned in Hell. As he wiped the sweat pouring down his brow, Drew began to envy that lucky bastard. He doubted Hell was as bad as this. A lake of fire and brimstone would be a refreshing dip compared to the suffocating humidity, which was only worsened by the fact that it was December! Drew clambered into the apartment, heaving a heavy sigh as he escaped the sweltering heat. Staring into the blackness of the dark apartment, Drew shuffled through the small residence without even bothering to turn on the lights. Stumbling around in the dark was much better than opening fresh wounds.
The irony wasn't lost on him; Christmas was a season of togetherness yet it was the very thing that broke his family apart. Over a week had passed since his surprise for his mother, Alicia, took a sudden and peculiar turn. Over a week since his mother introduced him to a world of pleasure that he couldn't even begin to fathom. Over a week since she left his world entirely. Not a word ever came from her since that night, every attempt at conversation was bluntly ignored. Hell, she didn't even leave her room until she had to work later in the week. However, once she returned home, a beeline would be made for her bedroom. Drew knew how wrong what they did was, he wasn't that ignorant to social norms. A mother should never do that to her son. Inversely, a son should never fantasize about going further. Every night he relived those moments of bliss, fruitlessly trying to recreate the earth shattering euphoria his mother afforded him. He felt horrible but longed for more nevertheless.
Stopping in front of the door to his mother's bedroom, Drew stared solemnly as everything within him urged him to try again despite his futile efforts. His mama was all he had in this world, she was his world. He didn't have many friends, none of which he could consider close leaving only his mother to confide in. Without her, he would truly be alone. Stepping over to the door, Drew rapped lightly as he put his ear to it. The sound of the sheets shuffling on the other side betrayed his mother's attempt at silence. He gave it another go only to receive similar results. Drew spared a glance at the clock on the stove, only a few minutes before midnight. A stabbing pain pierced his heart at the realization, they would miss it at this rate.
Superstition and traditions were never really that important to their family, but sharing a kiss on New Year's Eve was practically a given every year. To some people--well, to pretty much all people--necking your own mom at the stroke of 12 was unorthodox at best and downright pathetically depraved at worst. Drew never saw it as odd before, it was nothing more than a small peck on the lips for good luck. It was just to ensure that their relationship thrived through another year, to stave off loneliness with the assurance that in spite of whatever happened they would make it through together. It was silly, he knew, but the thought of them forsaking that absolutely devastated him. Simply put, his mama was his rock. The world outside these walls was utterly terrifying; chaos coiled like serpents around every corner waiting to strike. People who walked, talked, breathed and lived exactly like him try to tear each other apart in a bid for status and wealth, all wrapped up nicely in a blue bubble slowly burning into ash. That world couldn't reach him in his mother's arms, their lies and filth couldn't overpower her soothing words.
Knots twisted in his stomach as Drew nearly collapsed onto his knees, his chest now heaving in panicked puffs. Streaks of tears stained his cheeks but he didn't care to dry them, he wanted her. Their bond had been tainted by that night without question, but did that mean it should end? There was so much more before that fleeting fling, was that not worth anything? Beyond the desire, the abhorrent arousal towards the woman who raised him, he still loved her. He loved her so much it was physically hurting him. He didn't know what he'd do without her. A soft warmth enveloped the young man, a familiar security that he thought lost. Through blurry vision, Drew met his mother's equally sorrowful eyes as she hugged him into her breast.
Alicia always came running when her boy was crying, he rarely ever did so she knew when those times came it was dire. Sounding like a stalling car while doing so didn't help him hide whenever he did despite how hard he tried. Cupping his tear stained cheeks, Alicia forced her forlorn boy to meet her weary gaze, "We need to talk." Once Drew had regained his composure, the pair made their way to the living room and settled on the couch.
"You haven't been sleeping well," Drew muttered meekly, drawing a soft chuckle from Alicia. He could always tell when she was wearing herself a bit thin, years of watching her toil away gave him more experience than he'd like on the matter. However, dark circles around her brilliant brown eyes didn't detract from the beauty she insisted had faded ages ago. The deafening silence between them would have consumed him if it didn't give him an opportunity to finally take her in after so long. Never was there a point in his life where Drew thought his mother was anything other than the most beautiful woman on Earth. He'd seen pretty, he'd seen fine, he'd seen sexy but no one defined beautiful quite like his mama. Would it be corny if he called her breathtaking? If so, he'd wear it as a badge of honor simply because no other word fits.
Against his better judgment, Drew's appreciative gaze wandered from her stunning features until it ventured into dangerous territory. He always thought his mother was beautiful, but he wasn't expecting to see her as anything more. She wasn't just his mama anymore, she was a woman. The generous swell of her breasts, the ones that just gave him comfort, were now the reason why his mouth watered. The shapely thighs that acted as a pillow a few years back called out to him, enticing him to journey between them. He wasn't sure how he would feel when they were finally face to face once more, but brimming with want was not what he expected.
The sound of her clearing her throat caught his attention, his stare now directed back to her knowing look. "Now I want you to be 100% honest with me," said his blushing mother, "Promise me that and I'll do the same." After taking a deep breath, Alicia took his hands in hers, "Do you hate me?"
Drew was taken aback by the question, "Of course not, I love you."
A deep frown rested on her face, "I took advantage of you, did all those awful things. It's ok if you hate me."
