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On The Run Into A New Future...part 03 free porn video
I'm trying to sleep.
The room was a bit lit up from a light post outside.
I could still see the features in my mom's face and I noticed her eyes were watering again.
The Body. Blood. The picture flashed before me again.
I don't know how long I rolled around. I couldn't sleep.
I curled up, I was sweating, scared. Body. Blood. ****. Whore. Bitch. Skank. Tears were forming.
Get out of my head! I felt so alone.
I hesitated a first but finally spoke. "Mom? Mom, are you awake?"
"Yes honey."
"Mom... I can't sleep, I'm scared. Can I... can I hold you?"
She pulled me on top of her and hugged me.
"Of course honey. You can hold me whenever you want."
The warmth and touch of her body made me feel safer.
She softly caressed my hair and put her other arm around my waist to protect me.
And then, without knowing why, I quickly kissed her on the lips and rested my head on her breasts.
"Thanks mom."
And not long after I fell asleep.
It wasn't the best night of sleep I ever had. My dreams were both good and bad.
I dreamt about school, about friends and about dressing up but then it turned to a hand,
a fist coming at me.
Names shouting in my ears, ****.
But then, as if she was talking to me, I heard my mother's voice whispering and the nightmare went away.
Body... My eyes shot open. I was shaking and scared, not realizing at first where I was.
My whole body was wet and my mother's nightgown and mine were drenched in my sweat.
I wanted to move, but I was too afraid. A noise, outside.
I rolled of my mother and curled up under the sheets, crying. ...'You want to be a bitch, well
then get fucked like a bitch, you whore!'
I put my hands on my ears and shut my eyes as hard as I could.
No, get out of my head! Leave me alone, you monster! Sweating, crying, shaking.
Then, hands around me and a body close to mine. I cried onto my mother's chest.
I failed, I wanted to be strong for her, but I failed.
"The voices, the images... they won't go away mom."
"Shh shh, don't worry baby, mommy is here. It's all right, everything is all right."
She wiggled me like trying to put, when I was little, to sleep.
"Listen to my voice honey. Think happy thoughts."
"I can't mom. I... I..."
"Think about Janet honey, think about that birthday party."
I grabbed her sides and concentrated. Years ago, Liz, ball pit, laughing.
My crying gradually stopped and the voices disappeared.
"Thanks mom."
She didn't say anything, she just held me close.
She protected me like I wanted to protect her.
She pulled away a bit to look at me. She smiled and wiped my tears away.
Her fingers felt so tender on my cheeks, her lips seemed so soft... and then my head was moving.
Why was my head moving? What was I doing? What was going on?
My lips touched hers. She didn't react, but also didn't pull back. Why was I doing this?
I had to stop but her lips were so soft, so perfect that I was drawn to them.
She opened her mouth and my tongue was moving. Our tongues touched.
'You Whore!' I pulled back instantly.
We crossed eyes for a split second before I ran to the bathroom, hand over my ears, crying again.
I quickly locked the door. What was wrong with me?
"Stephanie? Stephanie, please open the door honey." My mom knocked on the door.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, please open up."
I crawled to the farthest corner of the room, pulled my legs against my body and put my head on my knees.
Tears were running down my thighs as the fell from my cheeks.
Not because of my mom, not because of what just happened but because of the voices.
They screamed at me, pushed me down, laughed at me, degraded me.
My mom knocked on the door for a very long time before giving up.
I didn't go out. I couldn't. I sat there for God only knew how long.
It could have been days, years or it could have been seconds.
I managed to get up and to walk to the sink.
I filled it with ice cold water and splashed it over my face.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red of all the crying, but the left side
was healing rather quickly.
My cheek was already normal size, my black eye had healed a little and the cut in my lip
was nowhere to be seen. I dried my face off but it still hurt.
I opened the door and saw my mother sleeping on the floor with a picture in her hands.
I gently took it out of her hands and looked at it. I chuckled.
It was a picture of me the first time I tried on her clothes. Bra too big, her dress was d****d
across the floor, shoes too big.
It brought a tear to my eye, this time a tear of happiness.
She was the one who always supported me, who was always there for me.
"Stephanie," my mom had woken up and was already up, "I'm so sorry about what happened. I..."
I waved and cut her off. "No mom, don't be. It was my fault not yours. I acted, I took the initiative."
She smiled. "Why did you kiss me sweetie?"
I shrugged.
"I don't know, you kissed me after I washed you but you probably don't remember that
and when I was scared and crying you held me so close and protected me...
I mean you always stood by me, always supported me, always believed in me.
You were the one who loved me and... I don't know I guess I just couldn't resist.
I mean you're so pretty and..."
She hugged me again. She looked into my eyes, took my hands, smiled and squeezed them.
I saw by the look in her eyes that she had so many things to say and ask, but she stood up.
"Come, we still have a long way to go Stephanie, we've got to move."
And just like the day before, we packed, got in the car and drove.
But now there was this awkward vibe in the air.
I kissed my mother for crying out loud. Who does that?
"Where are we going to go?" I asked my mom in attempt to break the silence.
She shrugged.
"I don't know honey. Far away from home. Maybe somewhere remote, but not too far away
from a small village so maybe I could have a job and get you to have a college education."
I nodded. There was nothing to add to the discussion.
We would drive and see how and where we would end up.
Then my phone vibrated. I got a text message from Janet.
"Hey, I haven't heard from you, where are you?"
To be continued......
The room was a bit lit up from a light post outside.
I could still see the features in my mom's face and I noticed her eyes were watering again.
The Body. Blood. The picture flashed before me again.
I don't know how long I rolled around. I couldn't sleep.
I curled up, I was sweating, scared. Body. Blood. ****. Whore. Bitch. Skank. Tears were forming.
Get out of my head! I felt so alone.
I hesitated a first but finally spoke. "Mom? Mom, are you awake?"
"Yes honey."
"Mom... I can't sleep, I'm scared. Can I... can I hold you?"
She pulled me on top of her and hugged me.
"Of course honey. You can hold me whenever you want."
The warmth and touch of her body made me feel safer.
She softly caressed my hair and put her other arm around my waist to protect me.
And then, without knowing why, I quickly kissed her on the lips and rested my head on her breasts.
"Thanks mom."
And not long after I fell asleep.
It wasn't the best night of sleep I ever had. My dreams were both good and bad.
I dreamt about school, about friends and about dressing up but then it turned to a hand,
a fist coming at me.
Names shouting in my ears, ****.
But then, as if she was talking to me, I heard my mother's voice whispering and the nightmare went away.
Body... My eyes shot open. I was shaking and scared, not realizing at first where I was.
My whole body was wet and my mother's nightgown and mine were drenched in my sweat.
I wanted to move, but I was too afraid. A noise, outside.
I rolled of my mother and curled up under the sheets, crying. ...'You want to be a bitch, well
then get fucked like a bitch, you whore!'
I put my hands on my ears and shut my eyes as hard as I could.
No, get out of my head! Leave me alone, you monster! Sweating, crying, shaking.
Then, hands around me and a body close to mine. I cried onto my mother's chest.
I failed, I wanted to be strong for her, but I failed.
"The voices, the images... they won't go away mom."
"Shh shh, don't worry baby, mommy is here. It's all right, everything is all right."
She wiggled me like trying to put, when I was little, to sleep.
"Listen to my voice honey. Think happy thoughts."
"I can't mom. I... I..."
"Think about Janet honey, think about that birthday party."
I grabbed her sides and concentrated. Years ago, Liz, ball pit, laughing.
My crying gradually stopped and the voices disappeared.
"Thanks mom."
She didn't say anything, she just held me close.
She protected me like I wanted to protect her.
She pulled away a bit to look at me. She smiled and wiped my tears away.
Her fingers felt so tender on my cheeks, her lips seemed so soft... and then my head was moving.
Why was my head moving? What was I doing? What was going on?
My lips touched hers. She didn't react, but also didn't pull back. Why was I doing this?
I had to stop but her lips were so soft, so perfect that I was drawn to them.
She opened her mouth and my tongue was moving. Our tongues touched.
'You Whore!' I pulled back instantly.
We crossed eyes for a split second before I ran to the bathroom, hand over my ears, crying again.
I quickly locked the door. What was wrong with me?
"Stephanie? Stephanie, please open the door honey." My mom knocked on the door.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, please open up."
I crawled to the farthest corner of the room, pulled my legs against my body and put my head on my knees.
Tears were running down my thighs as the fell from my cheeks.
Not because of my mom, not because of what just happened but because of the voices.
They screamed at me, pushed me down, laughed at me, degraded me.
My mom knocked on the door for a very long time before giving up.
I didn't go out. I couldn't. I sat there for God only knew how long.
It could have been days, years or it could have been seconds.
I managed to get up and to walk to the sink.
I filled it with ice cold water and splashed it over my face.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red of all the crying, but the left side
was healing rather quickly.
My cheek was already normal size, my black eye had healed a little and the cut in my lip
was nowhere to be seen. I dried my face off but it still hurt.
I opened the door and saw my mother sleeping on the floor with a picture in her hands.
I gently took it out of her hands and looked at it. I chuckled.
It was a picture of me the first time I tried on her clothes. Bra too big, her dress was d****d
across the floor, shoes too big.
It brought a tear to my eye, this time a tear of happiness.
She was the one who always supported me, who was always there for me.
"Stephanie," my mom had woken up and was already up, "I'm so sorry about what happened. I..."
I waved and cut her off. "No mom, don't be. It was my fault not yours. I acted, I took the initiative."
She smiled. "Why did you kiss me sweetie?"
I shrugged.
"I don't know, you kissed me after I washed you but you probably don't remember that
and when I was scared and crying you held me so close and protected me...
I mean you always stood by me, always supported me, always believed in me.
You were the one who loved me and... I don't know I guess I just couldn't resist.
I mean you're so pretty and..."
She hugged me again. She looked into my eyes, took my hands, smiled and squeezed them.
I saw by the look in her eyes that she had so many things to say and ask, but she stood up.
"Come, we still have a long way to go Stephanie, we've got to move."
And just like the day before, we packed, got in the car and drove.
But now there was this awkward vibe in the air.
I kissed my mother for crying out loud. Who does that?
"Where are we going to go?" I asked my mom in attempt to break the silence.
She shrugged.
"I don't know honey. Far away from home. Maybe somewhere remote, but not too far away
from a small village so maybe I could have a job and get you to have a college education."
I nodded. There was nothing to add to the discussion.
We would drive and see how and where we would end up.
Then my phone vibrated. I got a text message from Janet.
"Hey, I haven't heard from you, where are you?"
To be continued......
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