Child Abuse Story From Son Undone

by Sonundone
(Colorado, USA)

Mom Molded Me: 
At 4, my life was confined to the walls of our house. Dad left for work, and I was awakened and brought to my parents' bedroom by my mother. I began my day sharing the bottle of vodka that always accompanied my mom's start of her day.

I can remember waking to her whispers and her determined fingers between my innocent legs. She forcibly introduced my lips to her freshly lit cigarette as I slowly ascended from dreamland. I felt her kisses, heard her panting urgent words of need and importance that I was one of the privileged and lucky children in the world who got to ignore and bypass the normal progression into adulthood and in so, also got to dive head first into all the indulgences and opportunities of adulthood, that other youngsters could only observe and dream about someday sampling.

I can't recall the details or hardships of the beginning summer of her undivided attention before my fifth birthday in August, but I can recall with great detail and blossoming pleasure my solidified adaptation to all of the grown-up activities and physical transformations that my mind and small body undertook that quickly had me sharing and understanding the very same needs and desires that seemed to be in control of my mom's daily agenda and priorities.

I know that I very quickly came to share and enjoy every facet of Mom's daily pleasures and pursuits as far as waking up each morning and joining her in her bedroom for our first cigarette and joint 2-hour sexual melee together, that progressed with our mutual vodka-induced drunken oblivion and all day free-for-all that included the unplanned mindless chaos that often left me in charge and in control of the afternoon's itinerary and agenda when her vodka- generated condition left her in a mindless, incapacitated stupor that put me in the dominant role of the 4-year-old alpha male for the day.

I would share her drinks and see her pass out as she lay beneath me in bed. I would take her cigarette case and light myself one and then force her to take and smoke one, just like she made me do when she first got me hooked on them in the beginning of my new secret daily fun with her.

I remember watching her pass out and then forcing her to smoke her cigarettes in the same way she did with me in the beginning, when she made me guzzle vodka until I was hammered and then slammed me full of smoke-injected kisses cuz she wanted me addicted and lusting for her cigarettes so she could use my need to manipulate me to do other things and fall with her into our joint drunken fun and games each day.

By five, I was a smoking, drinking little copy of an adult that had me licking her as she drove to the store and smoking nearly two packs a day and going through half a fifth of vodka a day.

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