Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“I liked being ravaged by him,” she continues. “I was a
big girl now and he was so much rougher than the men I’d
seen taking some of the other dancers when I would peek in
the rooms of the theater. This is what men do. They ravage.
They’re strong and they ravage, Damon.
She looks down at me, and that’s when I snap out of it and
realize her fingertips are trailing down the front of my sleep
pants.
“And it’s time you start practicing,” she says.
She reaches inside my pants and takes me in her hand,
rubbing it.
I shake my head, squirming as I try to inch away from her.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” she croons, kissing the corner of my
mouth and moving her hand faster on me. “Do you feel that,
baby? It’s getting hard. That means you like it. You like what
Mommy’s doing.”
No, I don’t. She’s not supposed to do that. She’s not…
I still, closing my eyes as it pumps with blood and sticks up
straight.
No, no, no, no…. I don’t want this. I want to leave. I want
to leave.
“Enjoy it, baby. Just enjoy it.” She leaves little kisses all
over my mouth and face as she strokes. “You’re a strong man
and strong men get as many women as they want to make them
feel good.”
I don’t want…. I don’t want…
I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a groan. No, no, no…
I grabbed the soap from the dish and lathered it up,
washing my chest and stomach again before soaping up my
cock and getting it clean. Cleaner.
That was the first fucking time my mother ever touched
me like that. The first episode of what turned into years of her
on me.