Very uncomfortable to write but mother-son SA does happen.

Kitty moves on to using Erik for sexual gratification.

Poor kid.

Reason 3 Mother Love

'Oh, Dad wants me to tell you…' Erik put his head round his parent's bedroom door.

'What does he want?'

'He said don't bother to stay up for him tonight. He's not coming home.'

She frowned. 'Did he say why?'

'No.'

'Come here, sweetheart.' Kitty patted the edge of the bed.

8- year-old Erik went eagerly to her.

She pulled him to her and smelled his hair. 'You use that special shampoo I bought for you?'

'Yes, mom.' He leaned back into her.

'You smell nice.' She approved as she wrapped one arm around him.

Life was good. Even his dad was being nice to him when they were alone together in his room even if he was mean to him in front of other people. He taught him how to do 'special things' that made them both feel good and he was giving him massages after sport practice when he told him he was part of the Menendez family. Maybe his father did really love him after all, he just couldn't show him public because it made him appear weak and everything, they did was to make Erik tough like his big brother.

'Get in.' She coddled him and stroked his hair there until he fell asleep. Sometimes he slept in his mom's bed when Jose was away for the night.

…

Now he was 11 and those happy memories seemed far away. She barely touched him and Lyle like a mother anymore except to slap them or throw objects at them during many of her illogical fits of rage. In the past, she seemed to have loved them but acted like she hated his older brother even more than she did him and Erik could see every day how much her coldness and indifference hurt him. He could see it in Lyle's eyes but typically, his brother refused to speak of it.

He didn't understand what they had done to turn her against them.

But now she was asking him to share her bed again?

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

She seemed drunk. Her make-up had run, turned her into an ugly female clown and she seemed on the verge of tears. She looked older and smaller at the same time than when he was 8 and he suspected his father had disappointed her again.

Erik felt sorry for his mother.

As well as he badly needed her to give him some reassurance. He missed his brother and how he made him feel safer when he was there but Lyle was away on a school skiing trip in Europe. Worse, now in special their father-son alone time in his bedroom, Dad was getting weird and things were going in directions that scared him.

But he couldn't say any of this to his mother.

'Come here, baby.' She crooned at him. 'I'm lonely tonight. Will you stay?' She swigged the wine from the glass like it was life-saving medicine and she was dying.

'Baby?' Since when had she called him that? Or ever said anything nice to him since last year?

She'd been cold and distant since then.

He didn't understand. 'Mom?'

Another huge swig. 'Your father's with another of his whores. He won't even touch me anymore.'

Scared, Erik tried to back away and slip out.

'Don't you leave me! I tried to kill myself the first time he started cheating on me.'

'Mom, NO!' He cried in horror and disbelief.

'See what he does to me?' Another large swallow. The large glass – more like one for brandy - was almost empty now. 'Come here.' She parted the bed covers.

He saw she was in a short white, lacy slip but he didn't know she was naked underneath.

'Come on. Don't you remember when you used to sleep with me when you were younger?' She nodded. 'How much fun we had?'

She looked so sad and like the mother he used to know then that he only wanted to make her feel better so she wouldn't try to kill herself again.

'Mom…?'

'That's it. Put your arms around me. I'm so lonely…'

He did what she wanted although his 11-year-old arms didn't quite reach all the way round.

They lay like that for a while and even Erik started to relax. Feel himself drifting off just like when he was smaller in her bed and dad wasn't around.

Safe and comforting.

She seemed to fall asleep too except for her breathing which wasn't slowing down like when you fall asleep. The opposite, in fact.

Then she put her hand in his and before he knew it, she was guiding his to between her legs.

'Mom! No!' He pulled away.

'Please. Make me feel good, son. Your father makes me so sad. Make me happy so that I don't…'

No need to finish her words. He knew what she meant.

He didn't even know what he was supposed to do! He was only 11 but he knew how to make his dad happy… but his mom?

Incredibly, he was still too innocent. Even though the boys at school talked in the locker-rooms.

She was his mother!

'It's OK. Just put one finger in at first and I'll guide you.' She coaxed. 'Move it just like that. Aahh… She moaned. 'Don't stop.'

With her other hand, he saw he twist her own nipple.

He looked away. Just like with dad, if he didn't resist and did just what she said, it would be over quicker.

She started moving her hips in time to his hand movements.

With disgust but from a distance just like this was happening to someone else, he realised his hand was getting wet.

'Now add another finger…ooh… just there.' Meanwhile, she started playing rougher with her own breast.

He kept doing what she wanted and she was getting wetter and wetter until she let out a loud cry and pushed his hand away.

He frantically wiped his fingers slick with her own lubricating fluids on the bedsheet beneath him. He didn't stop, feeling like he would never get her off his skin.

'You're better than my vibrator.' She grabbed his hands and leaned over to kiss him.

'No…' He turned his face away.

She kissed him on the cheek instead but when he turned back to her in surprise, she stuck her tongue in his mouth.

He tried to fight her off with his weak 11-year-old boy's arms but she pressed him down on the bed with her hands.

The meaning was clear.

He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Feeling like he was choking (unfortunately not an unfamiliar sensation with either of his parents), he reluctantly responded to get it over with quicker and kissed her back.

After what seemed like an eternity and feeling sick, she released him.

Now the shock was fading and the enormity of what he'd just done with his mother hit him, he started to cry.

She grabbed him in a pincer-like movement. There was no love in her touch now, just force.

'Let me go!' He cried and fought her. 'I want to go to my room!'

'You're staying there!' She pressed him back down again.

He started to really sob now as there seemed no escape.

'Stop it!' She shook his shoulders. 'I won't touch you if you don't want me to but you're staying here tonight!', she screamed at him.

He stopped crying as he recoiled.

'I just don't want to be alone.' She said in a more reasonable tone. 'You don't know what my life with your father has turned into', she whined pathetically in self-pity. 'If you leave me now, I might do something stupid…like hurt myself.'

He gasped. 'No, Mom, please don't! I won't leave you…Just don't make me…'

'Fine.' She reached over to crack another bottle open and settled back. 'Go back to sleep, then.'

He curled up in a foetal position, heart racing and couldn't fall into merciful oblivion. How could he?

'Pussy, weak, worthless…' His father's words rang in his ears last time he failed the last game in the tennis tournament. 'Lyle would have got that point. He would have aced it!'

Jose viciously punched him in the side of the head but he couldn't do much more because they were still in public.

Even if it was only Erik's private changing room.

Jose lunged at him again, his rage and disappointment getting the best of him but stopped with his fist raised over his cowering and tearful son. He couldn't afford to leave obvious marks.

Jose looked down in scorn at who he regarded as his weaker and more worthless son. No matter what he did, how harshly he punished him for it, the little sissy was always crying. Too soft to be a Menendez.

'I'll deal with you when we get home.' He snarled out his final words of disapproval before they left.

Erik sank to the floor in dread and hugged himself. He wished his brother was at home as he sobbed.

…

Now back to the present, he must have dozed off, exhausted by his ordeal because he felt her moving next to him in the dark.

She must have turned the light off as soon as he fell asleep!

To his horror, he realised she was grinding herself on his knee!

The worst thing about it were the groans and ugly, grunting noises she was making.

'What? No!' He pulled away.

She hissed in frustration and turned the beside lamp on again.

'Do you want me to do it? Do you want to kill your own mother?'

Erik stared at her in confused horror. Her bloodshot eyes were blazing contempt at him and she didn't look very healthy. Maybe she was really dying, for all he knew.

He shook his head vigorously.

'Then let me since you won't let me touch you.'

Next, he was forced to lie there while she grunted and rutted above him. But at least she didn't try to kiss him after.

His mom kept her word.

After it was over and she was satisfied, she smiled sleepily at him.

'You can leave now.' She turned her back to him coldly.

Erik was only too happy to.

…

Back in his room, he ripped off his soiled bottoms still wet with her fluids to throw into the trash can. He was never going to wear them again. Then, he frantically scrubbed his hands raw in his bathroom.

With a sob, he got under a hot shower.

'I can't take it anymore.' He said to no-one in particular.

'Fuck you, Lyle!' He punched the shower tiled wall with his fist in a rare show of anger and using an obscenity and the blood running down between his fingers comforted him because it reflected his reality with his perverted parents.

His pain was on the outside and visible now.

'Where are you, Lyle? Why do you have to go away all the time? I need you.' He hugged himself and sobbed into his knees. 'They're doing things to me…making me do stuff to them…both of them…'

He was in no state to turn on the fake Lyle AI avatar. Even though seeing his brother's handsome face and hearing his familiar voice always comforted him.

His shame was too much because if ever Lyle found out what he'd done to their mother…Least of all that he'd kissed her like she was his girlfriend…

Erik shuddered and decided he would kill himself.