It feels good to finally open up about my past with someone who doesn't judge me for it.

You see, I'm an adult woman now, but back when I was 20, I found myself in a rather... complicated situation. I had just graduated from high school and my mom was coming over to pick up my report card. But little did we know that our principal, Mr. Johnson, had other plans for us.

As soon as my mom walked into the office, he started talking about how disappointed he was with my grades this semester. He mentioned something about how I wasn't living up to my potential and that it was affecting my future. My mom listened patiently while I stood there feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

But then, out of nowhere, Mr. Johnson started making these... suggestions. He said that maybe a little bit of discipline would help me understand the importance of getting good grades. And before we knew what was happening, he had locked us both in his office and stripped us naked.

I know it sounds crazy, but at first, I didn't know what to do. My mom and I were both scared and confused. But then Mr. Johnson started touching me... rubbing my breasts like they were some kind of prize or something.

And that's when it hit me: he was raping my mom too. His cock was in her vagina while he was still rubbing my breasts. It was the most surreal thing I'd ever experienced.

As a 20-year-old woman, I felt so powerless and helpless. All I could do was stand there and watch as Mr. Johnson continued to violate us both. But deep down, something inside me knew that this wasn't right.

I remember feeling like I needed to protect myself from him, but at the same time, I also felt a twisted sense of comfort knowing that my mom was experiencing similar pain.

It's funny how our bodies can do things even when our minds are numb. I found myself slowly reaching out and touching Mr. Johnson's face while he was still penetrating my mother. It was like I had given up fighting back and decided to just go along with it.

But in that moment, something inside me snapped. Maybe it was the realization of what we were actually doing or maybe it was just a desperate attempt to cope with the situation. Whatever it was, I started to enjoy it... at least for a little while.

I know this sounds sick and twisted, but looking back on it now, there's a part of me that can't help but feel a weird sense of connection to Mr. Johnson. It's almost as if he was able to break down those barriers between us all and allow us to experience something so taboo.

But what about my mom? How did she react to the situation?

Honestly, I don't think she fully understood what was happening at first. She just kept saying how sorry she was for not being a better mother and that maybe this would teach me a lesson. But as we continued with... whatever it was that Mr. Johnson had planned for us, my mom started to realize the true gravity of our situation.

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and whispered "I love you" before going back into shock mode. It's like she couldn't process what was happening or how it was affecting both of us.

The rest is pretty much a blur for both of us. We left that office, got dressed, and went our separate ways without saying another word about the situation. But over time, I've come to realize that maybe this experience wasn't as traumatic as I initially thought it would be.

Don't get me wrong; it was definitely painful at first, but there's something about being so vulnerable with someone else that can be quite freeing... in a sick sort of way.

What do you think? Can you relate to my experience or am I just weird for even thinking about it this way?