Incest Intervention

[neerathemall]

"I'm ok baby. Just a bad nightmare." My body was covered in sweat. "I was dreaming that some guy was banging and beating mom. Then her body changed and he was banging and beating you instead." I looked at my wide eyed sister and held her close to my chest. "I couldn't bear to actually have something like that happen. You are my life, baby. We are forever Becky. Don't ever think otherwise." Becky cuddled with me with her head in my chest as we laid back down then. I was afraid to go back to sleep so I put my arm around her and stared at my ceiling in thought. What could we do to help mom?

The ideas came to me slowly. At first I couldn't fathom the thought that came to me. Was the nightmare telling me something? My mother was screaming for me to save her. She needed to be with someone that loved and respected her. Judging by the types of men that she seemed to be attracted to I suspected that she had a submissive personality. That was probably why her marriage had gone down in flames. My father was a submissive gay man. She needed a strong man to lead her and take care of her and it took twenty years to realise that he wasn't it.

The man that she had brought into her home tonight had dominated her and treated her like a cheap whore. Another point was that our mother was relatively young and she was in the prime of her sexual life. She needed the closeness of a good and loving partner for her sexual needs. Not someone to abuse her like he did tonight.

She needed direction, someone to lovingly lead her down a less destructive path. Someone to help her recover from the trauma of her failed marriage. Then came the hard part. Unless she was able to find a man, or even a woman, to be that person she would be like flotsam in the sea, endlessly drifting until she found that person or she was destroyed with booze and one night stands. I closed my eyes and relaxed my thoughts.