Page 120 of Twisted Hunger

Becca doesn't say too much, but she comes to each session and opens up a little more at each one. She was with the politician the longest and was a virgin when she was taken. We are in the process of helping her find the baby that she was forced to give up after the politician knocked her up. According to Laney and Heather, Becca has been in a depressive state ever since her son was ripped from her arms.

This group isn't just about helping to overcome their abuse, but to help them get their lives back. Getting Becca's son back is part of helping her, and I won't rest until he's brought back home to her. This leads me to hand her the file Agent Castor sent me. Inside is a couple's name and photo who had adopted an infant from one of the politician's house staff who wasn't able to afford the extra mouth to feed.

Becca had been the only pregnant woman in the household, and the baby is right around the age that hers would be today. I ask her, "Do you recognize this couple?"

She opens the file and looks at the photo but shakes her head and says, "I never saw who took him."

"I did," Heather states, standing beside Becca as she looks at the photos. She squeezes Becca's shoulder. "It's them! I saw the woman carrying your son out as the man shookhis hand."

The women never speak the politician's name because they feel that it gives him power still, so they refer to him as he, his, and him, and I'm okay with that. I look at Becca and see tears forming in her eyes. I wrap her in a hug and reassure her that we will bring him home.

"I'll contact Agent Castor right away and let him know. He will bring your son home as soon as possible."

"Thank you so much, Ryan. I can never repay you for everything you do for me…for us," Becca states.

Pulling back, I squeeze her upper arms. "No thanks is needed, Becca. I do this because I know that it's what we need. Healing and finding a way sothey don't continue to have power over us is the only way that we can take our lives back."

Once everyone is gone and I've cleaned up the small guest house where I hold the meetings, I head back to the main house. It's getting late, and I'm tired, but I want to check on my mother before I turn in for the night. I know Bain visited with her, and he usually tucks her in before he turns in himself. Their rooms are connected, which is what Mom wanted so she didn't disturb Bain when she woke up in pain.

I begin panicking as I near her door and hear her moaning. Her pain must be flaring up. I wonder if the nurse is with her. As quietly as possible, I crack open the door and slip in. From this view, I can't see her bed, so I walk in and turn the corner, only to stop short.

"Yes, Bain…just like that. God, I've missed this…I've missed you!" My mother moans as my stepfather hovers over her while thrusting into her repeatedly. His firm ass is on full display as he holds one of my mother's legs at his hip.

I back up quietly, not wanting them to know I'm here, my heart racing a mile a minute. However, before I turn and leave the room, I watch them. I hope he's not hurting her. I know it doesn't sound like it, but I just want to make sure. At least, that's how I'm justifying my voyeurism at the moment.

"Come for me, bunny," Bain groans lovingly. "I'm going to blow any minute, and I want to feel you clench around me. I want you to soak me with your arousal, baby."

"Oh God…I'm coming, Bain…uh…oh God…yes!"

I hurry from the room, leaving them to finish their time together. Rushing to my own room, I close the door and lean against it, panting heavily. What the fuck did I just see? Why did I stop and watch? I'll tell you why. Even though it was my mother and stepfather, it was erotically pleasing to watch, and it's been so long since I've been touched that I couldn't make myself turn away.How fucked up is that?

I never said anything in the two weeks it’s been since I caught Mom and Bain having sex, and they haven’t said anything to me. I’ve kept busy, throwing myself into my mission and spending a lot of time on the phone with Agent Castor. He’s asked me a few times if I wanted to come and be at a few of the locations to help with the victims. Unfortunately, due to my mother’s illness, I don’t want to be away at this time.

Even though I spend time with my mother, I’m still lonely. I miss the one person that I thought I would have in my life forever. It’s weird. Bain said that Beau keeps changing his number, but when I picked up my phone a week ago and dialed the only number I’ve ever known as his, I got his voicemail. I hung up after listening to his voice, but I’ve called it daily and left messages for him.

I don’t know if he’s getting them, but it helps me deal with him being gone. I should hate him and move on, but I can’t. He’s the only one who didn’t give up on me, so it’s hard to understand why he’s doing so now. Dialing his number again, it rings a few times, which means someone is listening to them because the mailbox isn’t full.

“Hey, you, it’s me again. I just wanted to hear your voice because I miss you so much. I wish you would come home. We have so much to discuss, and I have so much to explain. Please don’t give up on us, Beau…”

I end the call and toss my phone on my bed as I go to my bathroom to shower. Relaxing under the hot, steamy water, I feel the stiff muscles in my neck and shoulders melt away. Once the water begins to cool, I get out and dry off. As soon as I pull out one of Beau’s old t-shirts that I stole from his old room and put it on, I hear my name being shouted from the hallway.

Rushing to my door, I fling it open and see Bain coming down the hall from their wing, calling out to me, “Hurry Ryan, your mother…”

My heart stops as I hear the fear in my stepfather’s voice and the tears rimming his eyes. I follow him back to their wing and hurry to my mother’s side. “Mom, I’m here…I’m right here!” Taking her hand, I bring it up to my mouth and press my lips to the back of her hand. A cool clamminess meets them, and I immediately know it’s time.

“Mom, please…don’t leave me. Everybody I love leaves me…” My tears drip from my cheeks to her hand. “How do I go on without you? I just got you back…”

Her eyes open, and they, too, glisten with unshed tears. “Oh baby, I’d stay...if I could...but we knew this day...would come.” Her voice is weak and cracks at the end.

“But I’m not ready to lose you, too…”

“I know, sweetie…but remember…what I said.” She turns her head towards her husband. “Look after…one another…you are all you…have left.”

I look at Bain, and even though his eyes are red-rimmed, no tears fall as he sits stoically on the other side of the bed. Mom brings our hands together over her chest, and our eyes meet. Something passes between me and my stepfather, an understanding of sorts.

“Please…I love you both. Forget the past…and live for…the future. Be happy…” Mom’s hand goes limp, leaving mine and Bain’s hands gripping each other’s.

I whip my head toward my mother’s face and see a peaceful look. Her eyes are closed, and there is a trace of a smile on her lips. I’d like to think she was smiling because my dad was on the other side waiting for her, his hand outstretched toward her. It doesn’t make it easier, but at least she wasn’t alone when she crossed over.

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