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The Mom-stitute

Things happen and when I say things, I mean things. We usually attribute strange happenings to the ‘end-time’. We call them signs of the end-time. The other day I wrote about the girl who said she sleeps with her father because he was very sexy and satisfies her in bed even more than her boyfriend and also because he gives her a lot of money. What surprised me about her story was that she was the one who actually approached her father for this affair and the man agreed. You can click here to read in case you missed out on the story. Just when I thought that was very infuriating, I didn’t know that worse things actually happen and I mean WORSE things. That was what inspired this story.

So I read a story on naira land about a woman who sleeps with her son because her boss said she should if she wants to keep her job. According to her, she had no other source of income so she just had to do his bidding to survive. Before she did it, she discussed it with her son whom she had started living with and he agreed to it. Her son wasn’t a ‘child’ he was a man in his late thirties or early forties and he had his own job separately. This is to mean that it wasn’t forced, it was a consensus they both reached in order for her to keep her job. The boss came around to watch them do it once in a while. As far as I’m concerned, that’s the height! I’ve heard about all forms of incest due to lust, bla bla or maybe as ‘signs of the end time’ but for money?

How bad could it be? How important could the job be? How stupid could one be? How much could the salary be? How senseless could the son be? Rhetorical questions ba? I thought so too. Consider another scenario; the boss says her job is over except she sleeps with her son regularly for as long as she wants to keep her job, she gets irritated by the suggestion and willingly resigns. She explains the situation to her son who also has a job that both of them could at least manage with, he tells her she had done the right thing and they strive to survive in such a cruel world.
I told a friend this and she told me that for her boss to be able to bring up such a suggestion means that something must have been going on between them both even if it’s not sexual but apparently he had a strong hold on her. There are some people who are very ‘sick in the head’ and can bring up certain outrageous suggestions when it comes to issues that should be dealt with more tact. Even when someone insinuates such an abominable act, it’s up to the receiver of the information to either reject or accept the suggestion.

Someone else I talked to about it said it might be a set up from the son. He said the son might be trying to ‘use’ his mother spiritually for something. To that, I have nothing to say. I’m just amazed that a mother would sleep with her own son not out of lust which is the cliché one we know about but for money. When a female does that, it’s called prostitution but in her case, I’d rather call it mom-stitution. Isn’t it even better to go into proper prostitution with people who are not blood related and still be a mother, I mean an actual mother? Not a mother-bae.

I’m short of words now so I would leave it to you to tell me what you think about it. Sleeping with ones son for money a let’s go area or a no go area? What do you think?

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