No Turning Back: That Fateful Night

Summary

"Godmother, open wide." The words barely registered. Tonight, I lay naked, clutching a pillow, my hips arched high, head thrown back in a submissive arch, sandwiched between two strong men.

"Mmmph… I can't… it's too much… too much…"

I was a widow.

Since my husband passed, I’d poured my heart and soul into raising my son, Leo, hoping he’d make something of himself. But one ordinary night, things began to slide into a chasm beyond my control.

That evening, I was woken by a full bladder and groggily made my way toward the bathroom.