He Never Stroked Me, Mom

The Story

He never caressed me, Mom ... Never. You say I hate you. No, Mom, I don't hate you. I love you. But you never caressed me. Why, Mom? It is so easy. You reach out and stroke. But for you it is impossible. It's so hard, so disgusting. It's like I'm a reptile. I did a lot of stupid things. I do and I probably will. But I will always have a longing to be caressed by you, Mom. I'm big now, and the big ones don't caress each other because it's perverted. It's perverted in your mind, Mom. I was drowning in inappropriate connections to be caressed only. At least a little. Embraced at least for a while. For mother's caress, mom, for mother's caress there is no age. I always have the hope that THIS time you will caress and hug me, you will hold my hand. But hope always dies. You did a lot of things for me, Mom. Unbearable things. But this is the easiest thing in the world. But it turned out to be the hardest and most disgusting for you. Why, Mom? !! Why didn't you ever stroke me? !! You say. that I'm crazy, that I'm not well. But the longing is clearly turning into madness. And Omaraz ... I just want you to caress me, dear mom. Only that...

Last Updated
August 16, 2020
Author:
crazy_couples21

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