Why Mothers’ Cry

Why Mothers’ Cry


‘Ello, Alex=), again.
This time I’m going to do an incest since I was told so many times not to in my last story. Aren’t I just the worst =]
Another difference is that I’m going to put this in a boy’s point of view. By how well I do this, I’d like to bring the question up again.

Am I a boy or a girl? =)
No offense to mothers, it’s just a story =}
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My name is Alex. I’m 17, 6′, senior, former football player and a hunk by the girls’ eyes. I have black hair and hazel eyes. I’m working on my six pack so now I only have four. I can be lazy at times, but not these times.

My mom has been crying for over two months now and I have to say it’s been annoying.
I know my dad died about three months ago and that I cried too, but it’s been over two months. My tears have dried, I’m done crying. I’m moving on. I just wish my mom could do the same thing.


I had to get job.
My mom refused to go to work and they took her off without pay. She can always go back, but she doesn’t want to. So as result I had to quit the football team and work to pay the rent. I half want to smack my mom and tell her to get herself together, but I know I won’t. I’m just mad that I had to give up my football for this. I know she’s hurting, but she’s effecting me now and herself.

I work as an assistant in a big publishers building. My friend’s mom gave me the job after what happened to my dad and what my mom is going through now. My only guilt is that she says she’ll pay me extra if I fucked her at the end of the day. Of course I took it, I needed the money, but now I can’t look Cameron in the eyes.

I came home exhausted, like always, banging Ms. Thompson is always hard. After she tosses everything on her desk to the floor, I have to stay and clean it up. Not that she’s hot, it’s just that she’s crazy, but I get paid a good sum, but not enough. Ms. Thompson gave me an idea so now I whore myself a little. Fuck girls and get paid some. But this is for my mom. My job with Ms. Thompson can pay for the rent and a few of the bills, but my whore job pays for the food and the other half of the utilities. I make just enough to get by.

My mom is in her room, daydreaming as she stared at the TV. She looked dead.
My mom is beautiful, but right now she’s a mess. Her blond hair is knotted and terrible, her nails are chipped, eyes crusted and face pale. Again I wanted to smack her and tell her to get up, but I was too exhausted and she looked too pathetic.

She got up and went to the bathroom. I went to my small room and slammed myself on the bed.

It was 12 at night, work did not allow me to do homework because I spend most of it hopping from floor to floor, so I stay up till at least 2 to do it and wake up about 4 hours later for school. Luckily for me I realized it’s Friday and I half cry in relief. My weekdays are so long I can barely keep up with the date and this was a giant relief. I can sleep till 2 o’clock and make it to work.

I did my homework, not wanting to procrastinate because work is going to kill me and I’m going to forget.
I had to wait for my mom to get out the bathroom. She usually just cries in there. When she got out I realized she fixed some of her hair and it was at least decent now, he eyes were cleaned and that her nails were even. She finally fixed herself up after two months of horror. She must have finally looked herself in the mirror. She gave me somewhat of a pity smile and disappeared into her room. I hopped in the shower.

I like to take long showers, helps cool my head and also think about my life.