Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

She caresses my face and shoulders, looking up at me like
I’m still eleven and always her boy.
“I can take care of anything my son needs.” She smiles
and comes in, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Such a
beautiful boy. You’re going to be a powerful man someday.”
She presses her body into mine, and I close my eyes, trying
to go to that place I always go. Where I can pretend she’s
someone else. A girl at school. Some chick in my class.
My mother is still young, only sixteen when she had me, so
her skin is still tight from youth and years of dancing, her
black hair is long and soft, she smells good…
I’ve had sex with others. Girls around town. Women my
father keeps. I can do this.
And if I want it to stop, who will I tell anyway? My father
won’t care. No one will, and telling will make him angry and
make people laugh at me. I’d be weak and an embarrassment
to him.
I can’t tell.
This isn’t a big deal. My mother isn’t unusual. Men look at
Banks the same way my mother looks at me. That’s why I hide
my sister. So they won’t go after her.
I see so much shit, and I don’t know if it’s wrong, but it
never ends, and I’ve gotten used to everything that happens in
the late hours. Maybe it happens everywhere and nobody talks
about it.
But she rubs her hand over my dick through my jeans, and
I just can’t.
“No, stop,” I growl, stumbling back. “I don’t want to.”
I don’t fucking want to. I won’t tell, but I’m not doing shit I
don’t want to do anymore.
But she protests, “Damon.”
She advances on me but stops, and looks down at the floor.
Picking up her foot, she inspects the smears staining the wood.
“Is that… blood?” she asks me and reaches down, lifting the