We’ve Gone Too Far
You said… you told me you couldn’t stop thinking about what I look like naked – ME, your own MOTHER. I told you it was wrong; you asked me to SHOW you.
You have no idea how much you sent my mind – and feelings – in a whirl. How you caused me so much pain and anguish as I tried to be a good mother, a kind and understanding mother, while teaching you what is right and what is oh-so very WRONG. But you couldn’t understand; you wouldn’t understand. You asked for more.
Somehow, I did show you. I revealed myself to you. But that wasn’t enough. You asked to touch me.
I tried everything I could think of, in all my desperation, to explain why that would not happen, should not happen. But you insisted.
I was caught between teaching you an extremely important life lesson and… wanting you to know that the naked female form… is not a bad thing in itself. In truth, I didn’t really know what to do. I struggled between what felt natural and what the world says is wrong. YOU KEPT ASKING FOR MORE.
Who took advantage of whom? It is wrong though. All of it. Everything we did, everything you wanted, everything I allowed you. None of it should’ve happened.
