Thanks For The Trauma, Mom

When I was 12, my mom forced herself on me. At that time, Mom was single thanks to my asshole Dad deciding he'd rather have some young trailer park bitch and running off with her. So Mom's little problem - alcohol and opioids - really came into play and she spent the better part of six months in a haze that we still don't talk about to this day.

One night, when I was sleeping, I heard my bedroom door open and felt my covers get pulled open. Mom slid right in, spooning me and immediately stroking my hair. She'd done this before, but usually said something and at least either turned out the light OR it was daytime. This already felt off. Her nose was at my hair and she was hugging me tightly, saying "my sweet boy" and things like that. She smelled like vodka and she was sweating through the satin house robe she liked to wear. She passed out at that point for a few moments, her grip on me going limp. I shifted so I was more comfortable as she had me kind of in a vice grip, but that was a mistake and all the sudden one of her legs swung around and she was basically holding me with every limb, now me slightly on my side. Her nose was still buried in my hair.

That's when I felt her had start to slide down my chest. "Mommy needs you to be a man now," she said, and she was clumsily grabbing at my cock over my boxers. She started to kiss my ears and neck, again clumsy, sweaty, and the smell of alcohol overwhelming as it came out of her pores. Her pawing at my crotch got harder, more insistent. I started to get hard despite not wanting to, and she purred in my ear when I got fully erect.

In silence, pulled my cock out of my boxers and stroked it, and eventually moved around and sucked it, hard and sloppy, terrible rhythm and kind of painfully. I came despite being pretty miserable at that point, there wasn't much to it yet as I hadn't gone through puberty. She swallowed all my preteen nut and proceeded to maul my hairless balls for a few moments more. Then she slid back up beside me and passed out. I eventually slept, not before some tears and of course pulling my boxers back up. In the morning, she was gone, but my bed smelled of her stale sweat.

She acted like nothing happened, but she did this to me a few more times before I left for college, even going so far as getting me drunk and fucking me for my very first time. Nothing like waking up from a nice buzz with a nearly 50 year old woman riding your dick (it was pretty awful).

My mom isn't unattractive, but I didn't want to do any of that with her, especially the way she was then. She's been to rehab since and has tried to talk with me about it, but I won't engage - I moved out as soon as I left for college and have had LOTS of therapy since then.