The Struggle of Love

Chapter 1

The
whole thing started when Dale moved out. My mom and Dale had been living together for a while, but eventually she had enough of his nonsense and kicked him out. I was glad he was gone; we'd never gotten along well, we basically lived in the same house and ignored each other.

Seeing him gone made me very happy, and I wanted him to know I felt like I'd won, but I didn't say anything, and I stopped getting in his way.

I thought he'd feel like he had nothing to lose now. I knew he'd been trying to mess with me for years, trying to cause me trouble, and I didn't want that as a parting gift.
Anyway
, by Sunday night, all his shitty stuff was gone, and the first thing my mom did Monday morning was call a locksmith to change the locks.

I went to school nervously for her, worried that when I got home that afternoon, he'd be back, and everything would be just like before. I was relieved to find he really wasn't home, and Mom was adamant about not regretting it. I asked Dale if he'd called, and she shook her head. Good, I guess… good, goodbye. That evening, I bought a pizza, and we ate it in the living room while watching TV. Mom finally broke the silence, rambling on about how she hoped to accomplish what she wanted with the future, about Dale being gone, and so on. She apologized to me for letting Dale stay for so long, and she cried. Finally, I reached out and hugged her to comfort her. Holding her, she stopped crying.
" Okay ," she finally looked up at me and said, "Well, Robert… if I do the same thing again, let me know… from now on, I'll listen to you…" Mom smiled shyly. I smiled too, but I knew it wouldn't be so easy. But I nodded. I told Mom, "I beg you, don't do anything for now… until you've completely let him go…" “ Yes ,” she said, “I know, I will, don’t worry, this is the last thing I want right now. I just want to feel free. I want to be myself again.” We sat on the sofa, and I held her… She felt so good, so warm, and smelled so nice… Now she didn’t belong to anyone. Who else but me would love her as much as I did… Although it might already be somewhere deep inside me, somewhere in my mind… I really felt like it all started when Dale left. Mother 1 The first night, I felt great, even though Rob and I cried on the sofa for a while… I felt so free, like a huge weight had been lifted off me. I don’t think I realized how oppressive Dale had been, I think I might have just gotten used to his treatment, or something… But I felt like my life was starting anew, and now he was gone. I couldn’t be happier, even though, like I said, I did cry for a while. Well, that's understandable. The whole ordeal was quite emotionally charged, and Dale certainly played the sympathy card—it's his usual deceptive tactic. He's a master of emotional manipulation; I'm only now beginning to realize how much he's prepared me emotionally. However, for some reason, his deception didn't work on Robert. Robert seemed immune to everything he did. Maybe it only works on girls; I don't really know. Anyway, Dale finally didn't come back, which was a relief. I looked forward to sleeping alone for a while and starting my own life. As I lay on the sofa in Robert's arms, I thought, I'm free, I'm finally free. Looking back, it seems to me... I know it sounds crazy, but it seems like the whole thing between Robert and me started that night, the night Dale left, and the night Robert held me in his arms. I know it's crazy, it has to be much deeper... But it was the first time I noticed... Robert's attraction. Son 2 : Life goes on, and things are definitely getting better. My mom is still living her old life. Now, she laughs heartily at things that are interesting, and even things that aren't so interesting. I hope she realizes how much pressure Dale put on her; I think she does. She seems to enjoy life more, enjoying more different aspects of it. I'm happy for her. Celeste and I didn't get along well. We finally laid it all out and decided to separate for a while. I don't know what her real problem with me is; she seems unable to truly understand what she wants. Just like my mom leaving Dale, finally leaving with Celeste was a relief. I mean, we didn't say it was our decision, but I think we both knew. It's all over, and I'm actually relieved because I know I can't make her happy. I don't know what she wants, and I'm not sure if she wants it at all, which is an invisible pressure on me. Mother 2 : When Dale was around, Rob wasn't very important or caring in my life. Besides, we couldn't understand the secrets of teenage feelings. From a few words he uttered during our casual conversation, I realized he and Celeste had fallen out, so I asked him about it. We talked quite amicably, and he told me they had broken up. Good, although I didn't say it aloud, I knew very little about her. From Robert's words, I could tell she was a jealous, manipulative bitch. I felt Robert deserved a better girl. I was glad she left Robert. Actually, I did think that he needed a woman like me, someone who truly cared about him. I was a good fit. I no longer had the suffocating pressure of Dale, and I had time to be with Robert. I would try my best to comfort him, to make him realize that being with Celeste was a bad experience, a lesson, and that the next woman would be better. My mother was quite sympathetic to me about the whole Celeste affair; I talked to her much more than when Dale was still around. Indeed; now that he 's gone, I have more time to talk to Mom, and I feel closer to her. I love my mother; she's very good to me, she's young, fashionable, and… When I was facing my mom... she was very attractive; she had a beautiful figure. That night... compared to the girls I went to school with. The first thing that came to mind was... her sexy scent. She seduced me, and when I thought about sex, I got hard because I thought... yes... I would do it... Thinking about my mom bothered me, but not for as long as I expected. ? ? As time went by, the thought almost solidified in my mind. To avoid lust, I started paying attention to her, not getting too close, looking for reasons why I didn't like her. But there weren't many. She gave me a lot of freedom, but I still knew she cared about me. Damn, I have to say... when Dale was here, I knew she cared about me; back then, the distance between us was almost entirely controlled by me. I resented her liking Dale.

Now I feel like she's all mine, and I can see I possess her more than before. I realize that one time when we went shopping, I kept noticing men staring at her. I realize I'm angry, but also happy. I'm behaving just like I did with Celeste in the beginning. I wonder... is this another beginning?

I realize how much I want to be with my mom... even though... the thought is crazy... I mean, with my own mom? Crazy.
That
night I did something... unimaginable. And its effects on me are quite far-reaching.

We went to sleep, and I just lay there... thinking... I slowly stroked myself, thinking...

That night I thought about what happened to me again. I quietly got out of bed, put on my shorts, and quietly went to the garage where the washing machine and dryer are. After turning on the light, I was nervous. If Mom found me there in the middle of the night, I thought I could say I was looking for my underwear or something, and she would probably believe that anyway.

Usually, dirty clothes in the bathroom are in a laundry basket on the floor. I dug this out… I hurriedly fled back to my room, my prize crumpled in a small ball in my hand.

In my room, I examined it carefully—how small and beautiful. Mom's panties. With high expectations, I pressed them to my nose and sniffed… Oh my god… in my excitement, I can't describe it… I smelled Mom's vagina, and I told myself, my mom's vagina, so close to my lips, like heaven.

I turned on the light on my desk and saw a white stripe, which I thought was the mark of her labia, and a brown mark, which must be where Mom's anus was.

I felt closer to Mom's body than I had ever felt before; I felt absolutely intimate with her, almost speechless.
I
had smelled a woman's vagina before. Well… that was Celeste's. I had smelled her down there several times with my fingers, but this time, it was incredible… I knew whose scent it was. It excited me as if I'd never encountered anything before. I think even the first time I smelled Celine's underwear wouldn't have affected me as much as I was now. I just lay there, breathing in her wonderful scent.
I
swear the underwear was still almost wet... My penis was harder than I expected, the strong smell of Mom's underwear in my nostrils created a powerful orgasm, and I finally convulsed and ejaculated. My shrunken penis felt a little painful, yet incredibly pleasurable.

Mother 3.
Life went on. After several attempts to refuse Dale's requests to get back together, my persistence instilled in him awe and led him to give up hope. I changed the locks and my phone number; he seemed to have left my life forever.

Sitting in the living room at night, doing nothing, was wonderful. I had no expectations; I read novels, watched TV, did chores, and I was even a little bored—a surprisingly new experience for me.

With Robert by my side, we even played some board games, and he showed me some on the computer. However, board games were still quite fun for me. Now Robert and Celeste aren't seeing each other anymore, and he seems unhappy. They see each other less often, and I think she's very careful about how much time they spend together... But he seems a bit aimless right now. I understand, I feel that way too.
One Friday night, to kill time, we went to see a movie. An old-fashioned film, what Robert calls an analog film. It was fun, I mean the silly things in the movie were fun, and afterwards we went to get some curry hot dogs, though I worried I'd regret it later. Living and doing things with Robert is doubly enjoyable, and it's worth it; I don't regret it. I've always been sad because I missed my chance to get closer to Robert earlier, and Dale's departure has been setting us up. When Dale was home, I was with that jerk Dale. He completely ignored him, and Robert was always miserable, and sometimes I think... I promise myself again I'll never do that again. I love the new intimacy with my son; I don't want to lose it again. I know he won't be young anymore. I want to savor every little moment of his youth. I want to reclaim my youth from him like a vampire. That Friday night, we went to the movies together. It was long and boring, but with my sweet talk, I knew she enjoyed it, so it was fine. I proudly carried her around town, wondering if people would think we were a couple. I know it sounds crazy. She looked great in her knee-length skirt and white top, so cute, younger than her 34 years. It's possible, I thought: she's happier now than she was with Dale, it's possible. It 's not just me who knows my mom is beautiful, the classic kind. Wherever we go, even when I was a child, I've noticed men staring at her. And the more lecherous men would try to talk to her. This didn't happen as often when she was with Dale; I think the look on his face scared them away. Of course, after Dale left, she was with someone… I'm sad. Last Friday night, I saw it again and again. Not the talking parts, but the men staring at her. Undeniably, Mom was like a vixen, damn beautiful. Of course, now that she'd gotten rid of Dale, her personality was much more cheerful, and she was beautiful wherever she was. She was a popular beauty. Mother 4 That evening, when we got home, we sat around on the sofa, trying to watch TV, but we couldn't concentrate on anything. I finally stood up and poured myself a glass of wine. I poured one for Robert too, but he refused, so I felt a little proud of myself for raising him so well-mannered. He mumbled complaints about how awful the wine tasted, etc… I guess it was an acquired habit. I drank one, and then finished the one I'd poured for him. I'm not an alcoholic, but I do enjoy wine. Two glasses warmed me up, but didn't really get me drunk. Then I drank a third, and I wondered what was wrong with me, making me drink three glasses. I started to wake up and looked around. I was lying on the sofa, my head on Robert's lap. He was asleep, his whole body curled up towards me. I thought, what the hell? He closed his eyes again. I woke up when he turned over in bed in the morning, and we both finally sat up, smiling at ourselves. I still felt a little sleepy, stumbled into the bathroom, and took a long, hot shower. I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast, and he came in shortly after; we ate breakfast together. The day passed, and soon it was evening again. We played more computer games and finally returned to the sofa. This time, his head finally rested on my lap, and he quickly fell asleep. He turned over, and I really didn't want to spend another night on the sofa, but I thought I'd at least give him some time. Finally, he turned to face me, his face pressed directly against my lap. I stroked his hair, and finally, around midnight, I woke him up and took him back to his own bed.

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