Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
I continue my story and exploration of what Kink might look like in a suburban family. Enjoy.
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Clair was as busy the following week, a usual school week. She had several clubs, softball practice and new to the scene, she and Fred had started dating. Bob and Jill were actually a little relieved as Clair hadn't shown much interest in a social life until now.
Monday was Jill's usual time to clean the upstairs and she was already hard at it when Clair headed out for a spirit night at school with Fred. Fred picked her up and they were almost halfway to the school when Clair realized she didn't have any Tampons in her pocket, and it was almost time, so Fred turned around, with a little lighthearted kidding, and headed back to the house. Clair knew her Dad was on the computer, probably playing games and she didn't really want to explain why she had come back anyway, so she entered the house quietly and tip-toed up the stairs and into her bathroom.
She froze at the sight before her.
Cleaning supplies were laying around the floor, but there was her mother, laying in the bathtub, her legs splayed open obscenely, eye's closed, two fingers of her left hand in her vagina and the thumb of her right hand furiously rubbing her clit.
Clair was so shocked by the scene before her that she didn't think, she just screamed "DAD!!!!!!"
And then all hell broke loose.
Jill jumped about a foot, looked at Claire, grabbed for the shower curtain to cover herself and only succeeded in pulling the shower curtain down with a loud metallic clanking.
Bob could hear Clair scream, even though his gaming headphones, thought she was hurt, or being attacked, or he couldn't imagine what. Then he heard the loud metallic clatter of the shower curtain falling. He ran up the steps in about 4 bounds, adrenalin pumping and burst into the bath almost pushing Clair down in the process. Then they all just looked at each other.
"What the HELL happened," Bob shouted out of breath.
"Mom was... she was all... I'm late, I gotta go!" and Clair grabbed some tampons and was out the door.
Clair practically ran into Fred on the driveway. Even he had heard her scream and headed into the house to see what was wrong. "What was THAT?" he asked.
"A RAT" was all Clair would say.
Bob would have liked to talk to Claire, not because he needed more information, he was pretty sure what had just happened. Bob would have liked to talk to Clair to make sure she was OK. But for the moment, he had to deal with his slut of a wife.
"You will clean this mess up, finish cleaning, and then kneel at the top of the steps until I come and get you"
"Bob, I'm really sorry I never meant to involve Clair and I...."
"Quiet, there is nothing you can say right now that won't get you into even more trouble!" and Bob spun around and went back downstairs.
After closing out his game he went to the basement. Jill knew the rules, masturbation carried the penalty of wearing "The Mitts" for a week, but Bob decided this event required at least two weeks. In addition, Bob decided that he and Clair would have to clean the upstairs bathroom and make the beds for the next two weeks because he wasn't letting Jill out of the basement for all that time, even to clean. The other cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, etc. could wait for a few weeks. And he had one other punishment in mind for Jill.
Jill had never finished her cleaning tasks so thoroughly or quickly in her life. She trusted Bob but still, she was horrified by her daughter's reaction, really worried that Bob showed almost no emotion at all, and also deeply ashamed. Ashamed that she had shocked Claire, ashamed that she had succumbed to her own need, and ashamed that she had broken Bob's rules, and no doubt disappointed him.
Bob, although still a little worried about Claire, was beginning to see the humor in the whole situation. Oh, he was disappointed in Jill, and he would play that to the hilt, but he was more than a little surprised it had taken so long. He had let Jill go for weeks without an orgasm and he knew how desperate she was getting. When they had used 'The Program' earlier in their marriage, Jill had usually failed after just a few weeks. But her previous transgressions involved trying to sneak one in late at night and hope Bob wouldn't notice when he reviewed the video. And the video back then was much lower quality than today. But Bob usually knew even before looking at the video, because of the dried, milky fluid on the mattress the next morning. He couldn't help but wonder if Jill had gone longer without cheating this time simply because they were getting older and neither of them was quite as 'randy' as they were ten years ago. Oh well, he was still planning on having some fun with her needs this coming weekend. Clair was going to a softball tournament so he would have lots of time.
Clair was very quiet on the ride to spirit night and Fred, wise beyond his years, decided to just drive quietly. Clair couldn't stop replaying the whole scene in her head. In replaying the event over and over she wondered why she had reacted so negatively. She wondered why she didn't simply get her Tampons and leave. I mean, why should she care if her mom broke her parents silly sex rules. Why should she care if her mom rubbed one off. And she was supposed to be out, she shouldn't have seen that whole scene at all. But she did, and no matter how much a teenager may rub or jerk off themselves, they really don't want to think of their parents as sexual animals. It was just the shock of just how lewd her mother had looked in that tub.
Did she overreact? Did she owe her mom an apology? Clair knew about 'The Mitts" and how much her Mom hated them, was her Mom going to hate her now? And when she thought about what her Dad was going to do to her Mom, was probably doing right now, why was Clair getting wet? She needed to stop thinking about this or she would have a wet spot on the back of her slacks that even her letter jacket wouldn't cover. And then she pictured her Mom grabbing the shower curtain in panic, pulling it down, then trying to cover herself. The absurdity of the whole scene just washed over her and she started laughing out loud, a deep rolling laugh that caught Fred completely off guard with the sudden change of mood.
Fred was really beginning to wonder if his girlfriend was bipolar when Jill said, "It's OK Fred, Mom just did something really stupid that made me really mad for a while, but I just realized how ridiculous it was and I'm OK now."
"Your Mom's home from the weight loss center?" asked Fred.
"Oh Shit" thought Claire, "I shouldn't have let that slip."
"She's still in 'The Program' but we talk." Clair answered without really lying, "Someday I'll tell you all about it, but it would be better to let Mom or Dad tell you, it's their life."
"And when will that happen," wondered Clair quietly as she contemplated, when and how such a conversation would occur and how Fred would react. Clair suddenly realized that she wasn't wondering IF the conversation would occur, and that made her smile. She felt confident that she and Fred would build a life together.
Once Jill's allotted time for cleaning was up, Bob headed back upstairs. He found Jill kneeling at the top of the steps, sitting on her heels, knees apart, head down, classic Nadu position. Neither of them said a word while Bob went and inspected the bathrooms. He was positive that Jill would have done the best job of her life, and she had, but ritual had to be fulfilled. When he was finished inspecting, he returned and unlocked Jill's chain and simply said "Basement!"
As Jill entered her space, she could see the Mitts already out and sitting on her metal army bed springs. They were sitting on the springs because Bob had removed the mattress, "Oh Shit" thought Jill.
"You know the usual sentence is a week in The Mitts, but because of the trauma caused by the WAY you chose to break the rules I've decided to extend your sentence to two weeks." Proclaimed Bob.
Jill just looked at the floor and a tear rolled down her eye.
"And, as you've probably noticed, I've decided to remove your mattress. I haven't talked to her yet, but I'm going to let Clair decided when you can have it back, so I'd start thinking about how you're going to apologize to her, if and when she ever comes down here again!"
