/jp/ - Otaku Culture

My mum worked 3 jobs, 7 days a week. As I grew older I also took on work here and there to help out. I put my heart and soul into school, believing a good job to be of the highest importance in order to take my family out of the hole we'd ended up in. It truly was a shitty place. But then, it didn't really matter. We loved each other. I remember those long winters, when the Christmas tree glowed through the night and made it looked as though faeries were gathering in the living room. The snow obscuring my window, and the hot chocolate waiting for me after a day at school. It wasn't perfect, but I still feel a little nostalgic about it.

Perhaps I remember the winter time the most because that was when my mother and I consummated our bond. The tension in the air that day was as icy as the ground outside. Of course, we had both known how we felt. For a long time, really. I suppose I always suspected it may culminate in something. I'd thought that I would freak out if I did; there's so much involved, so many taboos, so much to think about. Yet when it did happen, none of that was important. I didn't think about anything except how much I loved my mum.

I slowly pulled her tights off and caressed her slender thighs, feeling my heart pound as her eyes slowly closed and her back touched the bed. God, she was so soft. I was still standing over her, looking down over the woman who birthed me. Her eyes were full of intensity, and remained fixed on me as I felt her foot touch my back and pull me towards her. I was powerless. Her legs wrapped around me and she held me close. I'd never been intimate with a woman before. It was so overwhelming. Her skin, her hair, her scent, everything about her drove me crazy.