#165585 - Since I had stopped having sex with my grandfather, and our trips to my grandparent’s had dropped from almost weekly to once every two or three weeks, I spent most of my weekends out of the house, barely checking in every once in a while, and during the week, as long as I had dinner ready when she got home, my mother barely paid any attention to what I did or where I went afterwards. I told her there wasn’t really any way to prove it, then, so I guess we were stuck. After sitting by and doing nothing while my grandfather used me as his sex toy for five years, and even making a bargain to continue to let him do so in exchange for not doing the same to my younger brothers, my mother finally became concerned enough one day to have a talk with me about sex, just before I turned sixteen.