Page 5 of Temptation
I wanted to vomit.
Run.
Shout.
Cry.
But I couldn’t do any of those things. I couldn’t stop, and as my fingers went in and out of her body, her cries became louder, her hand rubbing against the spot a little bit higher than where my hand was, and I could feel her clenching around me.
“You are so good at this. So, so good.”
But I didn’t want to be good at this. I shouldn’t have to be good at this.
This wasn’t right. She wasn’t right.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!” She stilled, her chest glistening with sweat, a satisfied smile on her face, and I thought it was done.
I thought I would be able to leave now, but she had other ideas.
In a blink of an eye, she pulled me up, pressing her naked chest to my back, hugging me from behind. Her hand disappeared beneath my shirt, her fingers spreading over my stomach.
“That was so good, baby.” Her breath washed over my neck. “And soon,” she started, her hand disappearing into my underwear. “I’ll be able to do the same to you.”
I won’t let you, echoed in my head. I would rather die.
“And he won’t take you away from me.” She tightened her hold on me, her hand touching me there. “I won’t let him take you away from me.”
I had to get out of here. I had to.
“Promise me you won’t let her take you away from me.”
Who? I wanted to ask, but staying in this position was better than having her all over me. At least we weren’t moving now.
“Promise me!” She bit my earlobe, drawing a whimper from me.
“I promise,” I cried out. “I’ll always be yours, Mom.”
“That’s my boy.”
She started turning me around, but before she could do it fully, a loud crash erupted through the house, and I knew it was the front door.
“Joanna!” roared through the house, and I knew who it was.
“No, no, no.” My mother started shaking her head, keeping me close to her. “It’s too soon. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to let you go.”
“Mom,” I cried out, suffocating, my face pressed against her throat. “I can’t breathe.”
“Joanna, for fucking fuck! Where are you?”
I could hear his footsteps on the stairs, even through the storm.
“Mom, please let me go.”
“No!”
“Joanna! I told you what was going to happen. We talked about this, goddammit!”
He was angry. I hated it when he was angry.
