I spent the rest of the morning in my room. That’s why I got sent out of the house. Sex vedio They kept traveling. You’d better reconsider it yourself. Rodney, I’m sorry. “Now move those fingers! I watched her pert ass strut past me. I expected a sound like thunder to follow, but mother didn’t hit him again. Footsteps pounding up the stairs interrupted us. I poured myself a glass of milk and grabbed a cold tub of leftover okra. I tried to remember my promise to grow up. “Uh huh.”
“How long did you say you were out?”
“Mom, the way she was dressed, I had to leave, or you know what could have happened.”
“It did.”
“I swear, I didn’t force anybody to do anything.”
“Hmmmm.” Mother pretended to read the ingredients on a box of cake mix. “He put his filthy hands on you and forced you.” Rodney wasn’t listening to what our mother said to the contrary. Eventually, my body woke up to the day, against my mind’s wishes. “Hush up!” I was scolded firmly. “He’s just a child.”
“Children don’t rape their mothers.” Then I heard loud footfalls. This I had to piece together over the next few days, as nobody was talking about it.
