My Son’s Whore

Well where should I begin? My name is Debora and I am a 44 year old divorced white female who, over time, has become my son’s whore.

When my husband Troy left he had good reason. We lived in a trailer complex and I had the habit of going to bed with various men within the complex. I couldn’t help it and I enjoyed it tremendously. So, Troy left me and that was that. What I didn’t see coming was how our son Steve reacted. He was sixteen at the time Troy left (he is now 23) and I still can’t believe what has transpired over these past years.

The night Troy left, I was in the living room smoking some pot and relaxing, somewhat glad that my marriage was over. Troy had been a bit of a bore and I’m a woman who needs some excitement and a little insanity. It’s just who I am. So I was sitting there and Steve came out of his room. He was in an Iron Maiden T-shirt and his white brief underwear and socks. He sat down at the other end of the couch from me and was watching TV. After a while, he decided to say something to me.

“I know why dad left.” he said. I was a little surprised by his remark.

“You do???” I asked, interested to see what he was going to continue with.

“Mmmm-hmmm” he muttered, looking a little angry. “It’s because you’re a fucking whore.”

I then turned my attention to him, my eyes bugging out. “What???? Son of a bitch!” I was shocked and a bit pissed.