The turning of the tide - my ending to LightontheSound's Do Not Pass Go.
There is no underage sexual activity in this story.
http://www.literotica.com/s/do-not-pass-go
In chapter 5 of my continuation, Dad's still fucking around, not doing much about the situation with the wife and kids. He's irritated with wife's calls, reminding her that the setup was what she wanted. He's not getting involved, until the CPS and restraining order are taken care of.
He's got three women he's involved with to different degrees, and that seems to be his biggest concern, until the two hour visit with the kids, when all their machinations finally start bearing fruit, including getting CPS involved, and getting Dad off his ass and doing something.
Maybe, maybe, he'll finally do something.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
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Traci
We had barely walked in the door, before the Momster was screaming at us in all her full glory.
"Go to your rooms! All of you! I don't want to see or hear from you before dinner, am I understood?"
Dad gave us a nod toward the back of the house, then turned to face Mom. "Ever the loving parent. I'm surprised they haven't given you an award as mother of the year," Dad said. His voice dripped with sarcasm. I guess he really was pissed at Mom.
We were walking up the hallway, when Mom started in on Dad. "You fucking bastard! I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you're not going to get away with it. You keep this up and I'll make sure you never see those brats again!"
It was going to be a bad one, I knew it. I sent Tommy to his room, and joined Jenna in hers. "We need some kind of recorder," I said.
Jenna just smiled, and pulled out her phone. I watched her tap the front, and a picture of a microphone showed up, filling the screen. She hit the little red button at the bottom, and the meter arm jumped to the middle, jiggling.
"How long will it last?" I asked.
"I don't know. More than an hour."
Armed with the recorder, I convinced Jenna to stay in her room, while I snuck down the hall, and recorded the one way conversation going on between Mom and Dad. So far it had all been Mom screaming and shouting, calling Dad, the CPS people, and us names. I don't think I'd ever seen her so angry.
"I don't know how you did it, Peter, but you're going to be sorry. Take my word on that," she shouted, doing her best to keep all the neighbors updated on our business.
"Did you ever stop to think that having your fuck-toys in the house, and letting them assault our children might not be the smartest thing you've ever done?" Dad said.
"You have no idea what's going on, do you? William didn't do anything wrong. Those monsters are the problem."
"So he didn't give Traci a black eye?" Dad asked.
For once the Momster was slow to answer. "It wasn't like that, Peter. It was an accident. You can blame that on Tommy, if you want to blame anyone. The little pyro tried to set William's car on fire. He was just coming out to see the damage. He knocked her over by accident. He apologized."
"Yeah. I'm sure it was an accident. And I don't suppose he was hitting on Jenna, touching her inappropriately. The girl is terrified of him, Jess! What the hell were you thinking?"
"Terrified, right. Your innocent little girl was the one hitting on William. Prancing around the house barely dressed. I don't believe he ever touched her."
"Really. She says every time you left them alone together he was all over her. What the fuck are you doing leaving that pedophile alone with our daughter?" Dad was almost as loud as Mom. I was surprised he had the cojones to stand up for us. It was about friggin' time.
"Jesus, Peter, I can't be watching all three of them every minute of every day!"
"No, but you could leave your fuck-buddies at the motels, the backseat of your car, or wherever you play your slut games. Not bring them home," Dad said.
"Fuck you. It was your precious nerd that insisted Tommy and Jenna needed a man's influence. We both know that excludes you."
"Yeah, it's so much better to bring a child-beating pedophile into their lives. Where the hell do you get off having sex with him in front of the girls! Jesus, Jess, I didn't think even you would stoop that low."
"Now it's
my
fault they walked in on us? The door was closed. I'm entitled to some privacy in my own home."
"You could have locked the door you know. If you're going to fuck around, at least have the decency not to shove it in their faces. They're just kids!"
"He did lock the door!"
"Then how did they see you up to your antics?"
"I . . . I don't know. But William swears he locked the door."
"Of course. Good old William, the child-beater that's feeling up our fifteen year-old daughter. He's the one you trust to lock the door. He wouldn't think of leaving it open to show off for our girl he has the hots for." Dad's voice was rising again. "I don't want that asshole in this house again, do you understand? If he lays a hand on my kids, even one finger, I'll make sure he never touches anyone again. Not my kids, Jess. Don't you DARE endanger my children again!"
Mom laughed. I'm not kidding. She laughed in Dad's face. "Such big words, from such an ineffectual little man. This wasn't William's fault. It was those damn kids. They are terrors. I'll have anyone I want in MY house, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."
"We'll see about that," Dad said, his voice icy cold.
"Did you at least talk to the kids? You need to do something. Jenna's a complete slut, sleeping around, blowing half the football team. Did you know she's on the pill now?"
"So you said over the phone. How the hell do you get off putting Jenna on the pill without even discussing it with me?"
"Damn it, you asshole, would you listen for once in your life? She did it on her own. I didn't put her on the pill. She got some boy to take her down to the clinic, in exchange for a BJ. She's even carrying around condoms."
"Crap! Now your morals are rubbing off on her. Do you see what you're doing?"
"Don't blame this on me. You're the one that decided to leave. I'm doing the best I can. Did you know that your son is becoming a pyromaniac? He even threatened to burn my bed with me in it! And your precious Traci, she's becoming as big a slut as her sister, and is failing half her classes."
"What the hell are you talking about? She's not failing any classes. Have you even spoken to her teachers? She's getting straight A's. She's even got a paper that won a local competition and is going to the regional finals. Do you pay any attention at all to what's going on in your children's lives?"
Whoops. Not good. Outed by Dad. I'm gonna have to figure out a way to explain that one away. I guess I can always say that it was just a couple of bad tests that the teachers let me make up. Not like she'd ever check up on us.
Dad was still tearing into her, when Mom tried a new tact. It surprised the heck out of me. She must be getting desperate.
"Listen, Peter. All this arguing isn't getting us anywhere, and it's not helping the kids. You need to call off the dogs, and we can figure out a way to get Jenna and Tommy under control," Mom said.
"I don't know what you mean about calling off the dogs. All I want is to spend time with my kids without having some officious bureaucrat watching over my shoulder. That, and keep them safe from your pedophile, child-beating boyfriends."
"So you want them watching over me instead? Is that your plan? Somehow you've convinced CPS that they need to come into our home, check up on me, and that's gonna get them off your back? You're just making it worse for everybody. If they see what Tommy's been up to, they're going to force counseling on all of us. Is that what you want? Is that what you really want for our kids, Peter?"
"If it's that terrible, let me have them. Let me take them, and I'll make sure you get to see them all you want. I won't ask for child support or anything. It will simplify your life, and I'll make sure that any problems they are having are taken care of."
"You think it's so easy, don't you? You'll just step in and fix everything, super-dad. Shit, I should do it. Let you see what they're really like."
I could tell Dad was getting his hopes up. Hadn't he learned anything? Mom would never let him have us. That would mean he'd won. There wasn't a chance in hell.
"Then do it, Jess. I have plenty of room. Billie has offered numerous times to take them in. My job is going well, and I can afford all the basics. It's better for everyone."
"I'll tell you what, Peter. You call off CPS, get them off my back, and maybe we can have Jenna stay with you for the rest of the semester. See how that goes over, before saddling you with Tommy."
Don't do it, Dad. She's lying.
"I didn't have anything to do with CPS, but I can talk to them. Only if you're serious, Jess. You had better not be trying to pull a fast one."
"I swear. Let's just make sure the CPS doesn't intercede and force some kind of counseling on the kids. That wouldn't be good for anyone. You need to talk to Tommy and Jenna too, we have to get them under control. If they keep down the path they're on, we're both wasting our time."
"Alright, but you need to make sure I'm allowed unsupervised access to the kids. I can't do it two hours every two weeks, with a stranger looking over my shoulder. They've already said they're going to suggest we don't need supervision, but you can't interfere, Jess. No more of your slimy lawyer's tricks."
"Of course not, Peter. It's not my fault that the judge considered your past in making his decision. I'd be happy to have you be able to talk to them. It was never my idea."
Just from the way that Mom was talking, her tone, he had to know she was lying. How could he forget? We were all in that courtroom. Mom planned the whole thing. He had to know that. Didn't he?
"And I don't want that asshole in this house with my kids. Go fuck somewhere else, but not in this house. If I hear he's been over, all deals are off. I'm serious about this."
"I can't believe you'd even suggest that. You have to know that no matter what, I'd never do anything to endanger our children. Never."
Christ Dad! Listen to her! Did she ever say he wouldn't be coming back as soon as you're gone? Of course not. That would be like letting you score a point. Dollars to donuts that slimy idiot will be back here before you even get home. Don't let her get away with it, Dad!
