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It’s a confession I never expected to hear, not even from Julio. We’ve been friends since college, seen each other through bad breakups, questionable fashion choices, and career crises. We’re the kind of friends who can sit in comfortable silence for hours, knowing the other is just there. But this? This was uncharted territory.
“I know it sounds wrong,” Julio mumbled, swirling the ice in his drink. We were at O’Malley’s, our usual haunt, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses providing a thin veil of normalcy around the confessional booth we’d inadvertently created. Julio, with his easy smile and genuine concern for others, was suddenly someone I barely recognized. He sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “It started a few weeks ago. I was helping Mom clean out the attic. You know how she is, holding onto everything.”
Julio and His Mom
I nodded. Mrs. Rodriguez was a saint, a woman who could make even a burnt pot roast taste like a gourmet meal. “I found this old box, filled with photos. Mostly from her twenties, early thirties. Before Dad got sick. And…” he trailed off, his face flushed. I braced myself. “And?” “She was… stunning, Cory. I mean, I always knew she was beautiful, but these pictures…This was before she was just ‘Mom.’ She was vibrant. Free. There’s one of her in a bikini on a beach in Puerto Rico…another of her laughing with her friends at a concert…and there were several of her in various states of undress, including with other people” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Cory, I can’t stop thinking about them.”
The silence hung heavy and I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? “Have you…um, talked to someone about this?” I finally managed. He shook his head, looking to me for comfort. “Who would I talk to? My therapist would have me committed. My priest would exorcise me.” He chuckled, a hollow, mirthless sound. “Look, Julio,” I began, carefully choosing my words. “I’m not going to pretend to understand this, but I do have one question…Does your Mom KNOW that you saw these photos?”
He looked up, his eyes pleading. “No…But my desire is so strong that I want her, Cory. I want her pussy so badly that I may have to take it.”
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