My Bloodied Mother Rescued Me From The Depths
Language: en
My mom is a madwoman, and ever since I can remember, she’s forced me to pretend I’m mute. She calls me her son, binds my chest with strips of cloth, makes me stand up to pee, and even chains me at home like a dog. When I was eleven, Virgil Thompson, the village chief, brought over four relatives to spend the night with my mother. The bed creaked wildly, and Virgil joked, “What a shame that the mute one isn’t a girl. Then we could all get some fun out of it and have her give us each a kid.” And right then, I felt a rush of warmth between my legs. That was my first orgasm. 1 The woods were…