In my teen years, my mother struggled to find work after my father died. She had me at a young age and didn’t return to school. It was difficult for her, sometimes she did household work for people in the community. At times I didn’t even have enough money for lunch at school.
There was this man who lived down the street that I got involved with, who was way older than me. Almost every day I would stop by his house on my way home from school. Sometimes he would ask me to blow him and sometimes he would have sex with me. He would always give me some money when I am leaving.
That carried on for about a year and a half. However, one day I noticed my mother leaving his house. I was so frightened when I saw that. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. But the following day, I asked him. He told me that she had asked him for money and that he asked her to have sex with him, to which she agreed. He also told me that he has had sex with her on a few occasions, but that she normally only gives him oral. I was so ashamed, I didn’t expect that from her. I never went back there after that. That image of me and my mom having sex with the same man still haunts me. To this day, I haven’t told her I knew what she was doing.